Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2900
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Oh, and this chapter has a teeny bit more angst.
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic. Ummmm, so that didn’t go according to plan. Here I am with part 3 of this, and halfway into visualizing part 4. Oh well, it’s what I love about this fanfic deal – that you can do this kind of thing just because it feels right. Not many things in life are like that. Hope you’re loving it! Let me know, I always appreciate your time and efforts in reaching out. – Steph
For the first time since you’d been….whatever you were….Sam canceled on you. He had been polite and honest, but said he just wasn’t up to coming over. You responded the only way you knew how, that you understood and hoped you would see him soon. You felt the sting of guilt and a tiny bit bigger kick of karma coming around to smack you upside the head for getting into this situation in the first place and doing the last thing you wanted to do – hurt your best friend.
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2800
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Oh, and this chapter has my most overt angst I’ve ever done. It’s not much, but writing it felt great!
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic with all the necessary elements to make it as good as this fandom deserves. So, I took an idea an kinda ran a little ways with it. Thanks to @andiholly and @loricomeback for their encouragement in writing a part 2 – my very first request! I’m kinda excited! 🙂
Your first year of residency was almost over. Late nights, take out, and those same ol’ nonstop demands were as omnipresent as ever, but your stress level had significantly moderated thanks to your arrangement with Sam. You and he continued to impress your supervisors and were given increasing amounts of responsibility. The decision of who would be the next Chief Resident was going to be announced soon, and you were both gunning for the position. If your insider network of therapists, doctors, and nurses were to be believed, the two of you were neck and neck.
Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 1600
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Other than that ENJOY!
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic with all the necessary elements to make it as good as this fandom deserves. So, I took an idea an kinda ran a little ways with it. What do y’all think? Good? Crap? I have a thought for one more part, so, as always, I treasure your opinions about it is warranted. Thank you so much to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for the Sam discussion, it planted the seed! 🙂
First, people were surprised. They tried to hide it under giggles or nervous observations, but they were shocked. Then, they assumed you were unhappy or had a preference for self-flagellation if you were in a casual relationship that was based on sex. Neither of you told more than a few close friends, but those that knew worried about you. They didn’t need to. You and the guy worked in the same building, doing jobs that were so frantic there was little time to consider emotions, feelings, or the tangled vines of a relationship.
Summary: Sam helps you relax after a rough mission.
Warnings: language, slight NSFW if you squint, Bucky being a flirtatious tool
Author’s Note: This is my first Avengers fic. And because it’s my first fic posted here, I tagged some of my favorite people. You all inspire me so much and I love reading your works! I apologize if I overstepped my bounds in tagging you; just let me know and I won’t do it again. I’d love any feedback! I hope to be writing more in the future. So stay tuned! Also: italicized sections are flashbacks.
You sigh with relief as you emerge from the quinjet. The mission had been successful in the sense of getting the intel you needed, but the toll that it has taken on your body feels the opposite of success.
So,
I took part in @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan full figured fantasy challenge. I
also chose Sam as who I would be writing for. Hope you enjoy
Warnings – None
Prompt – My thighs are so sexy, they can’t
stop touching each other. Word Count – 444
As
you sat in front of the mirror finishing your make up, Sam waked in and stopped
when he saw you. Taking in your appearance.
‘I guess you can kiss heaven goodbye…’ He said as he looked you up and down. The
black dress was hugging all your curves and it made you feel sexy.
‘… because it’s got to be a sin to look like that.’ He finished, and you
chuckled as you puckered your lips, making sure the red lipstick was on
perfectly.
‘Sam.’ You warned him as he walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.
‘What, it’s the truth.’ He said, he pulled back slightly to move your hair away
from your neck before placing a couple of kisses on your neck.
‘how about we ditch this party and just stay here tonight?’ He suggested, you
placed the make up down and turned in your seat to look at him.
‘And have everyone question where we were and knowing our luck, Tony would send
someone, and they would knock on the door, and if we didn’t answer probably
knock it down.’ You told him, it had almost happened once when Tony himself appeared.
–
‘Could
have covered up more.’ You heard from behind you as you exited the bathroom,
you turned around.
‘Excuse me?’ You asked her, she scoffed and looked you up and down, along with the
two girls flanking her.
‘Your fat, and we don’t need to see it all.’ She said flicking her blonde hair behind
her shoulder, the obnoxious pink nails matching her dress.
‘I don’t need to please you.’ You said as you turned around ignoring her.
‘That’s right run away, if you can.’ She said, and her and the girls chuckled
but it quickly stopped when you turned around.
‘I don’t need to please you honey, I have a perfect boyfriend, who is waiting
for me, that loves me for me and I don’t need to fit into society’s image of a
perfect girl to be perfect for myself.’ You said to them, as they watched you
closely.
‘Now if you and your friends are jealous of me because my thighs are so sexy. They
can’t stop touching each other, then I’m going to go back and enjoy my night.’ You
stated and watched as their jaws slackened, realising that their comments hadn’t
affected you.
‘Your negativity won’t bring anyone down but yourself.’ You warned them before turning
around and heading back to the table.
‘Everything good?’ Sam questioned as you sat down beside him,
‘Everything’s great.’ You replied, knowing he had seen the confrontation and he
placed a gentle kiss to your temple.
A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Full Figured Fantasy writing challenge. My prompt was “Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself.” This challenge is super close to my heart and I had three different ideas for where I wanted to take the prompt. I still might do those later but that’s a maybe, when I’m feeling inspired. This actually started as a different fic focused on Sam’s wings and having a wing!kink but the prompt took me elsewhere and I’m really happy with it. I dunno who to tag, sorry! Forevers and marvel tags will be on the reblog.
The first thing that caught your attention about Sam Wilson was his wings. He was out practicing as you rolled up to the Avengers compound in your car, and you’d been fascinated by the man’s movements. Too soon, he’d landed on a roof and out of your sight, and you continued on in your travels, going through the security and into the compound to meet with Steve and Tony about a spot on the tech side of the team.
They’d accepted you, invited you to stay on the compound too, and you’d accepted, quickly falling into the little family they’d created. Sam continuously fascinated you, and you’d made a couple more pairs of wings similar to his to tinker with.
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