#samsteve fics

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CENNNNNNNNNN HEEEEEEY! 💜💜💜 Okay, so this is for a fic about Witch!Sam accruing familiars and each chapter is about a new familiar who romances him and here's a little snippet from the SamSteve chapter if that's okay 😆

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Sam had been seeing a golden retriever every time he jogged recently.

He saw the dog in the woods.

On the streets.

He saw the dog following him. He had been seeing the dog for the last week, maybe.

The dog, sometimes, would bark at Sam – not, maliciously, no, but as if to say something as the dog joined Sam in his jogs. Trotted next to Sam and kept him company.

And maybe, today, Sam had thought the golden retriever, once more, would be on his jogging path again.

But no.

Oddly enough, the dog was nowhere to be seen. And Sam wondered about that as he heard someone yell behind him, “On your left!”

Sam moved to the right as he watched the tallest, buffest blond white guy join him on his jog.

The man didn’t jog past him.

He just.

Jogged next to Sam.

Beaming.

“H – hi,” said Sam, a little caught off guard by the man’s smile.

“Hi,” said the man – maybe gushed the man, “I, uh. I see you jogging around. So, uh. I wanted to join you. I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Sam. I’m, uh. I’m Sam,” said Sam, feeling heat creep up on his face and.

No.

ohh this is a good request… bottom Sam is definitely underappreciated as a whole by fans, but there’s still a lot of great works out there!

i’ve included a combination of fics for you here, with different levels of smut and even a few non-smutty ones that i think still give off serious bottom Sam energy. smutty is marked (18+).

thank you to @thefalconthatcriedwolf for being kind enough to share many of these fics with me! <3

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Second Draft by NachoDiablo

(18+) – 8k words – Samsteve

(Porn with plot)

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Downtime by NachoDiablo

(18+) – 3k words – Samsteve

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The Tahiti Treatment by fatcrow

(18+) – 1.5k words – Samsteve

(Toys, barebacking)

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a man could live by pastelfalcon

(18+) – 1k words – Samsteve

(Toys, fisting)

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Days in the Sun & Nights in the Rain by tennou

(18+) – 2k – Samsteve

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Good Boy by marvelidiot

(18+) 3k words – Samsteve

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Look Up by Unclesteeb

(18+) – 2k words – Samsteve

(Exhibitionism)

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Our Dirty Little Secret by roane

(18+) – 3k words – Sambucky + Implied Samsteve/Implied Sambuckysteve

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Sam and Bucky go to IKEA by Magicalmanda

(18+) – 3k words – Sambucky

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More Than Friends by Elayna

(18+) – 6.5k words – Sambucky

(Porn with plot, Switch)

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The Great Madripoorian Snake Off by ForASecondThereWedWon

(18+) – 9k words - Sambucky

(Porn with plot)

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Delicates by Magicalmanda

(18+) – 2.5k words - Sambucky

(Sam Wilson in lingerie)

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Bucky Doesn’t Say Fuck (Until He Does) by Trode19

(18+) – 4k words – Sambucky

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On Horizons True by bigficenergy

2k words – Sambucky

(Boat scene) With art by the amazing @haflacky

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you’re my puzzle piece (dance through the decades) by thefalconthatcriedwolf

4k words – Sambucky

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adrenaline by thereyoflight

1k words – Sambucky

(Field scene)

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what will you discover by horjuvuus

4k words - Sambucky

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And lastly if you’d like to check out more bottom Sam fics, remember to check out the Bottom Sam Wilson tag on ao3.

Thank you so much for sending Onlysams our first ask! <3

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My gift for the Samsteve Gift Exchange for Chilibabie07 who requested domestic fluff. Thanks to the hosts for organizing this great event @samstevesmallgifts!

Summary: There has been a spark lying dormant underneath Sam’s skin from the day he was born. He had gone through his life never knowing it was there, until a whispered confession after a bad mission set it ablaze. Like a hungry fire, it soared through Sam destroying everything he ever thought about love, promises, and the concept of forever.

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Sam brought their hands up to his lips to brush a kiss onto Steve’s knuckles. “Steve, marry me.”

A blush crept up Steve’s neck filling his cheeks before he ducks his head down to hide it. “Sam, were engaged.”

“I know,” Sam shrugged. “So, marry me.”

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There has been a spark lying dormant underneath Sam’s skin from the day his was born. He had gone through his life never knowing it was there until a whispered confession after a bad mission set it ablaze. Like a hungry fire, it soared through Sam destroying everything he ever thought about love, promises, and the concept of forever.

Suddenly, forever just wasn’t long enough.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock”

Laying between the partly drooled upon pillow and the heavy knitted comforter, Sam’s foot twitches out and kicks into the empty space in the bed.

“Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring”

His lips twitch and his head buries slightly more into the stolen pillow hiding his ears from the rest of the room.

“Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square

In the frosty airrr!”

Sam’s arm shots out and the pillow swings out of his grasp to collide in his fiancé’s face. A loud laugh ringing into the air has Sam lifting his head to meet Steve’s grinning face, baby blue pillow clenched in his big hands. Despite himself, Sam couldn’t fight the smile coming at the sight of him.

“I thought we agreed no pracin’ until the sun’s high in the sky.”

“Ohh,” Steve teases. He crawls back onto the bed on all fours keeping those beautiful eyes locked on Sam’s. The familiar heat builds in the pit of his stomach as Steve slowly moves closer and closer until their lips are brushing. “Bet I can change your mind.”

“Hmm,” unable to resist, Sam grabs his chin and pulls their lips together. The break together once for him to whisper, “I bet you can” before their rejoined once more. Kissing Steve has always been one of his favorite past times ever since the super solider blurted out his clumsy attempt at a love confession after a near fatal mission 2 years prior. Sam had kissed a lot of people in his life, but none had felt quite like this. When he and Steve kissed it felt like an explosion erupting beneath his skin and rushing through his veins until not even the cold December air pumping in through slightly cracked window was able to smother its heat.

Suddenly overwhelmed, Sam pulled back and buried his face into Steve’s shoulder. He took a few long slow breaths in and out memorizing Steve’s scent as his lover’s arms circled around his waist pulling them even closer. “Steve,” Sam whispers into the small space between their bodies.

“Sam.” Steve responds as if his name was both an answer and a prayer.

Sam places a small kiss onto Steve’s neck, right where the scar from the incident that almost separated them permanently once laid. The mark may be gone, but its memory always stays with Sam. Reminds him to embrace this love he has for Steve during every moment for every day. “Merry Christmas baby.”

He doesn’t need to see Steve’s face to feel his smile.

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The wind blew heavy against the windows as Sam sips his hot chocolate. Steve’s humming as he bounces around the kitchen taking his job as ‘Sam’s cookies assistant’ seriously. After years of holiday baking, they have easily fallen into the routine of Sam handling the preparation and Steve taking care of decorating and cleaning up. Sam could wait in their living room until his lover is finished, maybe go find a movie for them to snuggle too, but something is keeping his feet planted there. Frosting spilled all over his silly Captain America themed apron (a birthday gift from Sam’s nephew Jody that Steve still denies tearing up about) did nothing to dim the light Steve carried throughout their kitchen. There was little sunlight coming from their windows as the heavy forecast of snow blanketing the town blocked its beam, yet their house still glowed as if the sun decided to kiss them personally. Steve’s smile as he created icicles on top of their sugar cookies chased away the coldness of the snowstorm outside and instead filled the air with the same warmth as his kiss. Steve was a spark unfazed by any outside elements that never failed to ignite Sam just by being in the same room as him.

Sam couldn’t never get enough of it. He wanted that spark, that warmth forever.

“Sam? Is everything alright?” Sam didn’t even notice Steve moving until those frosting covered hands were reaching out to take his.

Sam brought their hands up to his lips to brush a kiss onto Steve’s knuckles. “Steve, marry me.”

A blush crept up Steve’s neck filling his cheeks before he ducks his head down to hide it. “Sam, were engaged.”

“I know,” Sam shrugged. “So, marry me.”

That finally got Steve to look at him again. Blush staining his cheeks as he stared back at Sam in confusion. “Today?”

“Right now.” Sam brought their hands up again admiring the way their engagement bands complimented each other. “I don’t want to wait anymore Steve. I want this for as long as forever will last.”

“You have me forever. For forever and a day Sam, I’m yours.”

Summary: “You know, with the whole wings and explosions and saving my life thing, I almost forgot how bad you are at this.”

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The first time it happened was back in middle school.

He, Erik, T’challa, and Riley had found an empty court to shoot around in when they once again ran into the Brooklyn duo. And as usual, Barnes pissed him off within seconds and Sam wanted nothing more than to finally settle it on the court and shut him up for good. But somewhere along the way, don’t ask him when or how he doesn’t know, Rogers had become Steve and the thought of checking the frail boy made him hesitate. Too bad for him, Steve had noticed his weary glance and a look that promised death flashed into those baby blue eyes. Before he knew it the shorter boy had his chin jerked up and was daring Sam to back down.

And well…Sam could never turn down a dare.

Steve lasted longer than he thought he would in a two against two. The game still came to a premature halt with Sam and T’challa far in the lead, but at least Sam worked up a sweat. He sat on the sidelines fanning himself and a red panting Steve as Erik and Riley took over for them. Sam watched the boy while being more careful to hide his concern lest the hothead demanded they go again. “You’re not gonna die, are you Rogers?”

“Fuck you” Steve crocked sending very much like a drying frog.

The smile that came over Sam was a cheeky one as was the chuckle that slipped from his lips, “You kiss your mama with that mouth?”

“Oh go jump in a-” he cuts himself off with a deep sounding wheeze. The smile Sam wore vanished in an instant and he moved closer to the boy now laying with his back to the pavement. He doesn’t think before he’s raising his hands to cup the side of the boy’s face turning him to look Sam in the eyes.

“Steve really are you okay?”

“I told you I’m fin-“ He cuts himself off eyes opening and going wide. Suddenly Steve’s blue eyes meet Sam’s dark brown and Sam’s world had tilted on its axis. It’s not that he hasn’t noticed Steve before, its just that he never noticed Steve in that way. Never noticed that in the burning sun with his cheeks all red and eyes so bright that Steve was actually kinda cute. Really cute now that he thought about it.

“That’s the first time you said it.” Steve mumbled. His eyes darted around Sam’s face as his own heated up even more. He glanced away hoping Sam wouldn’t notice his face being red for a reason other than nearly dying on the court.

“What?”

“My name…that’s the first time you called me Steve.”

It was dumb, a dumb thought and a dumb thing to notice but now they both were thinking about it. Sam tore his gaze from Steve looking everywhere but where that gaze was still intensely fixated on him. “Steve then.” He mumbled low. Steve let out a small gasp and their eyes connected once more. They shared a glance full of interest and confusion before Sam turned away. He purposely kept his body faced away from the boy hoping to draw away from whatever force drew him to Steve’s. They did not face each other for the rest of the game.

Then, a few hours later when the sun started to dim and Darlene Wilson’s warning to be in before the streetlights buzzed through his ears, Steve had turned catching Sam in his gaze once more. He smiled all sweet like with the red fragments of the sun reflecting in his glasses. And Sam did not know what was happening, didn’t understand why his stomach was turning and his heart tried to beat out of his chest. All he did know was that he didn’t want to look away.