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geckoomoria · 16 hours

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Best friends older brother! Anakin x reader Drabble

fluff with some kissing, touching and stuff like that😇

( i have no idea who came up with the bsf anakin idea i read it somewhere , so plspls let me know and ill give credit !!)

also GB/N stands for girl bsf name.

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Friday August 15th

approx 9:25pm

“Ani if you dont place them right , it’ll ruin the cookies” you whine as your (secret) boyfriend wasn’t putting his back into making the dessert you two planned for the movie night as much as you were.

Anakin places cookie blobs on the tray and you shape them to look like actual cookies

“How the fuck do you place it wrong, its just putting them on the tray ” he replies countering your complaint about his skills at baking.

“ugh you don- back up back up, i’ll do it myself. You just sit there and look pretty” you huff and push him to sit on the stool that overlooks the kitchen table.

“see now THAT i can do just perfectly” Anakin winks and lets out a chuckle at his own comment as he sits down on the stool.

as the two of you stay in the kitchen , placing the tray of cookies into the oven , a call comes from your home phone.

You pick up the phone but dont answer , looking at the name you hesitate to answer. The ringing echos for a few minutes, “whats wrong? who is it?” Anakin asks curiously.

“its uh- its GB/N” , He stares at you softly understanding your hesitation. “what do i tell her if she asks where i am?”

he comes up with the excuse of “just say your busy thats all” , nodding at his idea you answer the phone.

“Hey whats up?” , “ah nothing much , just wanted to see if your free. are you?”. “not tonight sorry GB/N, got tons of homework.”

Anakin smirks at your excuse of doing “so much homework”. Suddenly an idea springs into his head, he makes his way behind you and starts cleaning up the baking supplies, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“ah its alright , we’ll go out another night. Man how is everyone busy but me!? even Anakin went out at 5 and still isn’t back!”

“Anakin still isn’t back and he left at 5? i wonder where he could be” you say trying to make it sound like you dont have a clue where he could be.

This was his moment.

Anakins arm snakes around your waist and travels your whole body , the sudden touch makes you gasp but right away you shut up to avoid suspicions.

“what happened?? why’d you gasp?” she asks on the other side of the phone. You clear your throat and let him continue with his little ruse.

“uh- umm nothing , sorry thought i saw a spider. it was just a piece of lint” you say sounding unsure but you could care less anyways. Anakin was distracting you too much.

His deep chuckle is heard prominently from your other ear as he rests his head on that shoulder.

“ew , but yeah Anakin’s still not back! he said he had some important business to attend to but that just makes him sound like a serial killer” she replies.

Absolutely none of her words registered properly into your head because Anakin kept going on with his little game. His giant arms travelled down to your thighs and just teasing your inner thighs as he takes his thumbs and gently grazes it back and forth.

His lips kiss your neck from behind , slow and one kiss at a time, making you yearn for more on the inside.

“i- i uh wouldn- wouldnt worry much abo- about him. He’s a ye-year old-older thannn uss so he-hes doing teenage boy th-things” you stumble on your words barley able to form a proper sentence. How could you? you were so drunk on Anakin. You needed him more than anything but you couldn’t blow your cover, not this early to your GB/N.

“are you sure your okay?” you sound really out of it” she questions your odd behaviour, concerned about what’s possibly going on , on the other side of the phone.

Anakin takes his sisters suspicions as a loud ringing bell that tells him to continue. His arms move from your upper thighs to inside your shirt. His hands move to your bra and fiddle with the outline of it

“ye-yeah , im uh perfect-ly fine” You gulp half way through what you could finish of that sentence.

“are you absolutely sure cau- i think im not feeling well. ill talk to you tomorrow after i get some sleep?”

You cut her off because you genuinely cant deal with the embarrassment of trying not to make it sound like your enjoying your boyfriend who happens to be her older brother straight up groping you right now

“yeah yeah sounds good , get some rest N/N. love you” , “yeah goodnight , Love you too”.

The call ends and you immediately (attempt to) smack Anakin on the head

“Ani! what the hell was that for. were you trying to get us in trouble ??” you scold the brown haired male for his antics. “At this point i dont care if the world knew we’re together, God i cant stop myself from being near you N/N”

“you dont mean that Anakin” you weakly say as you turn around and look down from his gaze.

Even though you two always liked it each other secretly and then finally fessed up not that long ago. You still had doubts about your relationship and Anakin has tried everything he could to prove himself. Its not that you dont trust him, its that you feel unsure about the whole sneaking around thing.

He pushes your chin up with two fingers “of course i do. i always have meant it” he sternly claims as he presses his forehead against yours.

the two of you stay quiet for a moment.

“Maybe soon okay? i just need to figure out how to tell her” you propose meekly to Anakin hoping he’ll be okay with it, “whenever your ready baby.” he replies with ease.

You couldn’t believe your dating the most perfect man of all time. The man only poets write about , the man women fawn over and men get intimidated of. The man of your dreams is holding you in his arms reassuring you of anything you want.

its a dream come true.

You pull back from the forehead touching and lean in for a deep kiss with him. Nothing could pull you two apart, not now and not ever.

Ding!

well except for the oven and the cookies you two made.

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demieyesore · 21 days

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Absolutely terrified of posting this…but here are some 18+ Twitter links that I feel like match Anakin Skywalker (tbh some of these I feel like could also match Sam Monroe)

Giving Ani head in a speeder

Ani holding you in the air while he fucks you

Jacking off Sub!Ani

Sub!Ani + anal (m receiving)

Anakin eating you out

Vibrator on Sub!Ani

Anakin fucking you on the couch

Anakin fucking his cum back into you

Ani fingering you

Anakin fingering you + cunt slaps

Ani fucking you from behind (this one triggers my size kink)

Ani eating you out while holding your hand

Squirting on Ani

Anakin fucking you from behind

Ani and his breeding kink, stuffing his cum back inside you

This one isn’t even a video…just…size kink

Anakin eating you out like his life DEPENDS on it

Anakin moaning about cumming inside you

Jerking off Sub!Ani

Sub!Ani fucked with dildo

Fingering Sub!Ani

Ani and his slapping / spanking kink

Anakin gently fucking you as you get used to his size

Giving Anakin head

Ani lifting you in the air while he gives you head

I’m way too ashamed of this to add my tag list ❤️

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker smut #sub!anakin #twitter links #twt links #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader

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hanasnx · 5 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

Your current boyfriend used to be the jock that shoved emo-freak SAM MONROE into lockers. And now Sam’s got you moaning his name while his skinny boy cock rearranges your insides. Who needs all that muscle when you’ve got a sleep-deprived pill-popping grunge cunt destroyer filling up the empty space in your bed? Is he doing this to get back at your soon-to-be-ex? No. He’s always loved you. Always wanted you. Looked after you in envy while you were with that air-headed football player. He’s only got the confidence to fuck you now though. He’ll worry about his future broken nose later. Currently, all that matters is getting you to squirt all over the mattress so his old bully comes home to soaked sheets that smell of sweet betrayal.

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undercovernationalsuperstar · 17 days

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THESE CHEEKS CLAPPING AND THEY AIN'T USING HANDS

#sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #clay beresford #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #stephen glass x reader #stephen glass #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford x you

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iburnedmyselfalive · 2 months

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FOREVER.

┃synopsis brothers best friend!sam x female reader,, reader takes sam with her to get her nipples pierced.

┃18+ nsfw, all smutty n shit I know i said i would be taking a break for awhile but guys this is based on a true story (winks) and its been bugging me, not proofread sorry :’(

You and Sam Monroe have always shared a close bond, perhaps inevitable given his status as your brother's best friend. Over the years, with his frequent presence, your relationship naturally blossomed, forging a strong connection between the two of you.

Your birthday came and went, and just a couple of days prior, you finally mustered the courage to book an appointment for a piercing you'd been longing for. Despite your excitement, you couldn't shake the nerves; you were a total wimp when it came to pain. Faced with the prospect of enduring it alone, you pondered the idea of bringing along a friend for support.

Initially, Sam wasn't your first choice at mind, but with all your other friends tied up, you figured, why not? After all, he'd seen your body before, albeit accidentally during that awkward vacation moment when he stumbled upon you changing. Though flustered at the time, it was never brought up again.

As he locked his car and stood beside you, he gallantly held the door open. "So, y'feelin' nervous?" he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"No," you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm, rolling your eyes as the piercing shop loomed ahead.

"Maybe a little," you confessed in a hushed whisper, earning a shake of his head and a chuckle. He reached out, grabbing the door for both of you, his easy confidence adding a touch of reassurance to your jittery nerves.

As you approached the front desk, butterflies twisted in your stomach, a nervous energy coursing through you. Confirming the appointment, the receptionist informed you that they'd be ready in about fifteen minutes due to the busy schedule. You nodded reassuringly, both you and Sam making your way to the small seating area.

He could sense your unease, fully aware that this moment would rattle your nerves. "Drink," he offered, handing you a bottle of water you hadn't even realized he brought along.

"Relax, I'm right here, remember? n' you've gotta stay hydrated, you look pale. Does this shit really get you that worked up?" he questioned as you accepted the cold bottle, nodding in response. A mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through you; after all, you'd been eagerly anticipating getting your nipples pierced for ages.

Shortly thereafter, you found yourself in the chair, your shirt pulled up and bra discarded, feeling a rush of vulnerability as the piercer meticulously arranged her equipment. With a gentle touch, she guided you to lie back on the piercing table, where she began the process of cleansing both of your nipples with precision, using alcohol and surgical scrub.

"I'm going to need you to take a deep breath, alright?" she asked, her voice calm but firm, as she positioned the needle within your line of sight. You nodded, steeling yourself for the inevitable discomfort, and closed your eyes, bracing for the sensation.

"Relax," Sam's voice broke through the tension, his tone soothing yet tinged with a hint of excitement. Despite his attempt at reassurance, you couldn't help but feel his gaze lingering on your exposed chest, his curiosity palpable.

As you focused on regulating your breathing, you couldn't shake the awareness of Sam's presence beside you, his unwavering attention drawing a flush to your cheeks. Despite the nerves that fluttered within you, there was a strange sense of comfort in knowing that he was there, offering silent support during this intimate moment.

"Took it like a pro," he whispered softly, his hand a reassuring presence on your back as you both emerged from the place. There was no denying the pain, it was sharp and present, impossible to ignore. But even in the midst of it, you couldn't help but be aware of Sam's gaze, lingering a bit longer than necessary on your chest.

His eyes traced the movements of the piercer with keen interest, noting every grimace and subtle shift in your demeanor as the needle pierced your skin. It was as though he was cataloging every moment, every reaction, committing it to memory with a mixture of fascination and concern.

And damn well you were taking him like a pro now.

"You think you're special, princess?" he sneered as he loomed over you, your legs tucked up, stuffing you fully. "All dolled up, begging for it like a good little slut," he taunted, his gaze burning with raw dominance.

"Just like those piercings, you're gonna take every inch of me, whether you can handle it or not," he declared, with each aggressive thrust, he asserted his power over you, his cock buried deep in you, his balls slapping against your skin as your juices flowed freely, dripping all down your ass.

"You're nothing but a toy for me to use," he growled, reveling in your surrender. "Beg for more, beg for it like the desperate whore you are," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

"oh fuck, sam!" you cried out, eyes squeezing shut.

"That's right, take it all, take it like the filthy little slut you were meant to be," he snarled, his lips assaulting your neck in a possessive kiss before he left his mark, branding you as his in the most primal of ways.

"So fuckin' sexy," he murmured against your skin, his lips finding purchase around your breast, his eyes locked onto yours as his tongue teased over the piercing.

"Sam," you pathetically whimpered,

"mhm," he mocked in response, the vibrations sending a delicious sensation through you. "You like that?" he asked, pulling away for a brief moment before attacking your other nipple with a fierce hunger, sucking hard.

"yes, yes, yes," you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on as pleasure surged through your body.

"I can feel you getting off on this," he snarled while he pushed his fingers into your mouth. "You tryna' let everyone know what we're doing baby, hm?" he taunted, his lips grazing your ear with a hint of menace.

"m'gonna cum" you whined out, squirming beneath him.

"Even your dear brother?" he sneered, completely ignoring you.

"He'd tear me apart if he caught us like this," he warned, his fingers probing deeper. "But you know damn well I won't stop, no matter who walks in," he growled, his desire fueling his aggression.

"Do you like 'em?" you managed to choke out, your voice strained around his fingers, but he only chuckled darkly.

"You know I do. Watching you squirm as you got them had me throbbing," he admitted, his grip tightening on your hair.

"I've been waiting for this moment since the damn beginning," he spat, the anticipation making him reckless.

"And now that they're healed, I'm going to show you," he promised, his voice dripping with cruel intent.

"I'm going to show you just how much I love 'em, how much I love you ."

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sswiftiestars · 6 months

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sam monroe x female reader hcs

some mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, prostitution + angst and fluff

sam monroe would glare at you as you looked at him from across the room, trying to scare you away.

sam monroe would eventually become friends with you after you practically forced yourself into the poor boys life.

sam monroe was very confused that a girl—especially one like you—would ever want to be friends (or more) with him of all people, i mean, he’s goth, and he isn’t nessicarily masculine. little did he know, you adore his eyeliner, his piercings, and his clothing

sam monroe quickly became infatuated with you, obsessed with the time you would spend with him, even if it was a quick conversation about how your best friend fucked the popular jock.

sam monroe struggles with drugs— and you weren’t aware of this until a few months into your friendship with him, you immediately tried helping him, but he pushed you away.

sam monroe invited you to his house one day after school. as soon as you two were in his room alone together, something clicked inside of you two, and sam immediately clinged himself onto you and it ended up in some..intimate activities.

sam monroe opened up to you a bit more after he found out his father has cancer, and he stayed at your house for a bit, and refused to leave your bed for a week. eventually you got him out of bed with a promise that you would let him fuck you in the shower. that horny fuck.

sam monroe was convinced by josh to try prostitution for one night— in order to get drug money. you were shocked when he came running to your house in tears, babbling about how “he made a huge mistake” and that “he promises he’ll never do it again.” it ruined his self esteem a lot, and once you found out what really happened, you made sure he never took any drug again.

sam monroe and you had a awkward friends-but-still-knew-you-both-liked-eachother phase. it consisted of you and him never outright saying you were dating, but you both knew what was what.

(sam monroe did convince you to let him still smoke weed, though)

sam monroe has a big dick.

sam monroe loves deftones and muse

sam monroe let’s you boss him around and yell at him, (even in bed)

sam monroe hates parties— he hates getting drunk, mainly because of the hangover. he surprisingly hates the loud music, the bright lights, and the many amounts of people. he would much rather have a quiet night watching star wars with you.

sam monroe loves to cuddle you, nuzzling your chest and biting you playfully

sam monroe loves when you show him off. sam loves when you attach your mouth to his neck and use his skin as a canvas for your art.

sam monroe loves doing his makeup with you. even though he only wears eyeliner, he still finds it enjoyable.

sam monroe loves blowing smoke into your mouth

#sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x y/n #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen smut #Spotify

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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 : 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Oral (f). Masturbation. Brief vaginal penetration. Creampie. Exhibitionism. | Word Count: 0.8k

— a/n: I'm finally free and I'm no longer sick! I'll catch up with the 23 and upload 24 <3. Kissies and sorry for the inconvenience!

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

When Sam invited you to spend Christmas with his mom’s side of the family, you clearly weren’t expecting to be dragged behind the tall, leafy Christmas tree; the bright colorful lights bathed your face, highlighting the confused expression on your flushed cheeks. “What are you doing?” You whisper at your boyfriend, looking between the thick branches, making sure his mother or his aunts are still chatting in the kitchen.

Sam pushes you against the wall, his hip brushing against the tree and making some ornaments jingle softly. “I want to fuck you,” He states simply as if it was obvious— it kind of was. “It’s so stupid my mom is making us sleep in separate rooms.”

“We can’t fuck in the living room!”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Smashing his lips against yours, Sam slides his cold hands under your loose T-shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing them. His erection rubs against your thigh, barely concealed by those ridiculous red checkered pajama pants his mother bought for everyone to wear… including you. His thumbs circle your nipples as he drinks your moans with harsh, demanding kisses. With your palms against his shoulders, you try to push him away to protest a little more, but it seems that he has other plans; one hand releases your chest, yanks the waistband of your pants down, bringing your underwear with them. “You better be quiet,” He threatens you before kneeling and burying his face between your legs.

His tongue traces your folds before using his thumbs to spread them. Licking his lips, Sam runs his tongue flat over your clit, flicking it repeatedly. The thrill of doing it behind the goddamned Christmas tree is making your head go dizzy, you should be ashamed, have an ounce of respect for his family… but right now you can’t seem to care when your boyfriend is sucking your clit with equal need. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to fuck you. Your hand reaches for his dark locks, tugging at them to grind against his face eliciting a quiet laugh from him, his hot breath hitting your cunt in a way that sends shivers from your head to your toes.

“You taste like a whole fucking meal,” He mumbles, returning his tongue to your swollen nub and torturing you a little more. “This pussy is just perfect.”

Staying quiet becomes quite the challenge when you lower your eyes, no longer focusing on the white ceiling, just in time for Sam to pull his pajama and wrap a hand around his throbbing member, smearing the precum that trickled down the tip.

“Sam—” You choke, furrowing your brows when his tongue slides in. Stroking himself quickly, Sam’s hips rock back and forth, seeking his own release while hurrying yours. The heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears mutes the laughs from the kitchen, his family being the least of your problems now.

The flick of his wrist speeds up as he returns his mouth around your clit, stimulating it until you are sure you are touching heaven itself— you are so close to coming, maybe it is from the adrenaline, the high risk of getting caught, or to be fair, Sam’s skilled tongue can be doing the trick.

“I’m gonna come, don’t stop—” He nods at your words, slowing his pleasure to only focus on yours until it happens. Biting your lower lip, your climax hits you like a strong electric wave that lasts longer than you expected. The world spins around you, your mind drowned with the ecstasy and oxytocin that burns in your fingertips.

“That’s it, dolly,” Sam whispers hotly, panting and already sweaty. Standing up, he guides his cock between your slick folds, pushing it and stretching you in a swift motion. “Shh, it’s okay— I’ll just come inside to save us the mess. Be quiet.” He says, thrusting quickly and fast before he grunts and presses his forehead against yours. His eyebrow twitches as his cock mimics it in rapid jerks, shooting his load deep inside you. You hold him, savoring the small intimate moment and humming at the familiar feeling of his cock filling you up.

“You are insane.” You laugh, catching your breath— when you hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

Sam’s eyes widen and he quickly presses his body flush against yours, holding his breath as his face presses next to yours. Thank fucking God the tree is tall and wide enough and covered in decorations to cover you both. You side-eye him with a terrified expression, if his mother finds you two… you can’t even imagine the embarrassment.

Robin calls your name followed by Sam’s. No answer. She calls again, this time louder. Your heart stops beating for a second or at least it feels like. You two are screwed.

“Leave them alone,” Sam’s grandma yells from the kitchen and you have never been more thankful. “Come back and help me with the turkey.”

Reluctantly, Robin looks around the living room and grabs the TV remote, the forgotten movie you and Sam were watching no longer concealing the noises you two made. She walks away, replying something to her mother you can’t quite catch. Sam exhales, relieved that he dodged the bullet.

“Sorry,” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

But it’s a lie, you know it will happen again.

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lunalitva · 20 days

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SAM MONROE x WITCH READER

✦ He was fascinated by you before you started dating. He was known as the notorious weird emo kid. So when you transferred you immediately caught his eye. There was something different about you. From the way you carried yourself, to the clothes you wore. Crystals hanging around your neck, in your pockets. And even in your bra… He watched intently when he saw you pull one out.

✦ He knew he had to make a move, and quick. He couldn’t let you get swooped away by one of the dumb jocks. No… you deserved better. You were perfect for each other, surely you had to see that. Wouldn’t you?

✦ Which led to him spending a LOT of time in the library. Currently looking at a book about crystals. One he'd seen you with previously And he had to admit, he found himself getting more fascinated by it.

✦ He wasn't the only curious one it seemed. Looking through the library you searched for the crystal book you borrowed yesterday. Only to see it missing from it's usual slot on the shelf. Pushing the books apart you made a little window in the shelf. In your search of the book you were looking for. You ended up finding it, except this time. It was occupied by the emo boy that had caught your eye.

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katiapostsss · 9 days

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DRABBLE:

flowers ( sam monroe )

enjoy! (i hate this)

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love with sam monroe would be messy.

he wouldn't know immediately how to do it, as he grew up without much of it in actuality, but for you, he'd try.

he wouldn't know your favorite flower, but he'd study the way you'd study each and every carnation you passed, especially ones of pink and crimson shades. he wouldn't know what kind of candy you favored, but he'd note the way you'd eye every snickers bar in the sweets section of your favorite store. he wouldn't know if you liked receiving letters or not, but he'd acknowledge the way you'd always write them to friends and family for any special occasion.

no, he wouldn't be the best boyfriend. no, he wouldn't be good at love, but, at the same time, he's observant. heedful, as all the quiet ones are. he knows you just because he is, actually, just because he watches so carefully, he can read you like a book. what you want, when you want it, how you want it, why.

so a hard week you explained exasperatedly, in detail, to him late in the night, only half-drunk but fully out of it, was what led to this.

you had already had a bad day at school today, and not being able to find the spare key your parents always left aside for you, underneath the welcome mat, was not helping your case. grunting under the heavy weight of your backpack, you searched everywhere for it, the gutter, the watering pot... and after lifting the mat from the ground altogether, you finally found it, moved slightly from the spot you had left it in, which you'd worry more about if you weren't so damn tired.

swiping it up and pushing it into the lock, you threw open the door and kicked off your shoes, slinging your bag to the floor and nearly collapsing with it. forcing your feet up the steps, you pressed your palms to your eyes and rubbed there, as if to rub your exhaustion away, which was really no use. the good thing was, your parents were out of town for vacation so you had the entire house to yourself.

maybe i'll visit sam later. he was only a three minute drive away after all. then again, you were so tired. you wanted sleep. but you also wanted sam. at least, you wanted him to be with you. plopping on your empty bed, you withdrew your phone from your pocket and opened your messages, swiping to his contact.

come over please?

a moment later—

i've had a bad day

you knew he was coming without having to check his response, and when there was fumbling downstairs, 20 minutes later, you knew he was letting himself in with the spare key. you dragged yourself from half-slumber, rubbing the dregs of rest from your eyes and forcing yourself into a sit.

he was taking off his shoes when you began walking down the steps, and as the stairs were just by the entrance, you could already see his down-turned face. and the flowers in his hand.

"sam?" you spoke curiously as you walked off the last step, hands on the railing and opposite wall and eyes flicking from the bouquet to his face. he was just now turning to you, his relaxed stance shifting until he was slightly tense. you stopped before him, confused.

"are you alright?" he asked, his shoulders slightly bunching. the hand that held the flowers dropped an inch or two.

instead of answering his question, you reached out and lightly touched one of the many, pink petals, admiring the carnations. "sam, are these.. for..?"

"you said you had a bad day," he answered quickly, shrugging and retreating his hand slightly. "i just figured.. do you not..? like them..?" as soon as the words were spoken, your exhaustion dissipated. a smile spread across your face, and an overwhelming amount of happiness took the place of confusion. you looked up at him, searching his eyes. for what? you didn't know. they caught on yours. brimming with joy, you threw your arms around him, squishing the flowers between you and burying your face in his neck.

"of course i like them!"

it took him a moment, but soon, he relaxed and rubbed down your back. "are you alright?" he repeated.

but you were just so.. he hadn't done anything like this before, and you hadn't been dating for long. was this considered progress? pulling back, you took the flowers, grinning giddily down at them. "i'm— this is— thank you, yes, i'm okay. thank you, sam. oh my— how did you know—? these are my favorite! they're so pretty!" you rambled, squeezing them to your chest. when you looked up at him, you found his eyes, usually cold and blue, softened, slight red on his cheeks.

"guessed," he stated simply, even though he knew that was a lie. perhaps it was because he was much too prideful to admit he loved you to that measure, but that was probably not the case. maybe because he just wanted to enjoy the moment. maybe because he was too scared himself to come to that conclusion, that he watched you so carefully, because he loved you so deeply. either way, sam monroe wasn't the best boyfriend, but he knew you. and he used that to his advantage, always.

hey guys! this sucks but i barely have anything written for sam and last time i posted was a while ago so this is filler, love you ❤️

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mysadcorner · 10 months

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Sam Monroe Dating Headcanons

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- Sam would be very reserved when you first try to get to know him; he’d be very defensive and closed off as he doesn’t want anyone to truly see how vulnerable he is deep down. But over time he begins to notice how much you care for him and his trust for you will eventually develop into him craving your time.

- He starts to let his guard down once you’re in a relationship together, and this is when you really see how emotional he is. He gets distressed over the slight issues you may face and he feels guilty that he wasn’t there to fix it for you, especially when he’s the cause of your pain when he’s breaking down or being distant towards you for a while.

- You would have known after first meeting Sam that he used certain “substances” pretty often, but you wouldn’t realise how bad the problem was until you really started to see his behaviour every day. Sam probably didn’t notice how bad his problem actually was until you sat down with him and opened up to him about your concerns, and then it dawns on him that he needs to seriously cut down to be able to function properly (for your sake at least).

- Sam would be confused and distant from you when he tried to think about why you might actually like him or what your reasons for being with him are, and this is mainly due to his own self doubt causing a sort of paranoia and untrusting feeling towards his relationship with you. Despite this, he always comes back to you fairly quickly.

- When Sam’s having problems with his family or is feeling especially stressed out he’ll come to you instantly and lets out all of his emotions only for you to see. He’ll openly cry and even scream if he has anger he needs to get out, but even when he does this he holds himself back from smashing things or acting out so that he doesn’t scare you away.

- Just being with you will ease him into a better way of life. He gets used to finally being honest about certain things, opening up about his emotions and staying away from people who could badly influence you or get him into trouble as he doesn’t want to worry you. Because of this, his behaviour and attitude eventually starts to reflect his better decisions because of his relationship with you.

- Dealing with him pushing you away - When he does need some alone time, which isn’t very often but does happen when he’s too overwhelmed to open up to you about it and acts recklessly, he comes back to you after a while feeling very guilty. He always loves giving physical affection towards you as it provides him comfort

- If Sam does get himself into a bad situation you’re the first person he comes to for help, and depending on how old he is will dictate which parent he tells about the situation. He trusts you not to overreact and help him find the clarity he needs for the situation and find himself he best possible way to get out if he can without anyone else getting involved.

- His mental health and emotional problems would be a big obstacle to overcome, but even just the simple time he spends with you would significantly help him, although your first time realising his struggles might come from his love bombing towards you. He becomes calmer and more self-aware about how his behaviour affects others, and will start apologising for when he acts out or becomes rude to people when they didn’t deserve it )even though the apology might come after a while of you convincing him to do it).

- Sam would actively try to get clean for you as he imagines spending his life with you and wants to be the best person he can for you, although he will struggle with this significantly due to how long he’s been using certain drugs for. However, due to his initiative it’s fairly easy for him to stay away from new substances. Over time you can see his mentality and health clearing up, while his happiness significantly increases with how he’s growing as a person for you and everyone else he’s close to.

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geckoomoria · 2 days

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Drabble of Boy next door sam, enjoy 🖤

all credits of boy next door sam plot goes to me !!

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Thursday, July 7th

approx 1:20 am

You lay awake at night wondering if you’ll ever go to sleep. Maybe it was that 15 minute nap you took earlier in the day or the medium ice coffee with mocha you bought from the coffee shop down the street after that nap.

You grab the alarm clock that rests on the polished white bedside table that compliments the rest of the furniture in your room. The clock reads 1:20 am , and you groan out of frustration. You knew for a fact this was going to kick your ass tomorrow at school but what could be done?

It didn’t help that the wind was blowing so much that it made a weird light knocking sound on your window. You stare at the ceiling with your hands behind your head waiting to fall into a daze of tiredness as you ignore the knocking the wind makes.

The knocking gets quicker but not louder , almost rapid-like. Wind isn’t supposed to do that , out of curiosity you sit up and look at the window. Apparently the knocking came from an actual person at the window , someone who you recognized almost immediately.

You roll your eyes and stand up , pushing the covers of your bed off of you and make your way to the window. Opening the window , a light breeze makes its way through your room and the moonlight illuminates Sam. you go back and forth with the dark haired boy in a whispering manner.

“sam?! its 1 in the morning , why are you here??”

“wrong it’s actually 1:30 in the morning dumbass”

“i will push you out this window right now.”

“jeez calm down baby , getting all riled up for no reason”

“Don’t “baby” me! this is EXTREMELY dangerous of you to climb to my window at night and i bet its not even a good reason”

“i actually have a very good reason , thank you very much”

“which is….?”

“i needed to see you , missed your sweet self.”

His blue crystal like eyes bore into yours with that little smile of his that always manages to make your heart flutter. He climbed to your second story window just because he needed to see you in person? He was just next door too but he missed you that much?

he knew how to tug on your heart strings just right to play melodies of love all day long. Even if he had you worried with his actions , even if he put all his effort into pissing you off , he still was your boy that was right next door.

your look softens at his words and your hand reaches out to hold his face. You bring him in for a kiss on the lips, a deep and soft kiss that reminded you of everything right.

“y’know you could have just called me if you wanted to interact with me soooo bad”

you stare at him with a slight sly look in your eyes having a feeling this is going to be extremely flirty somehow.

“yeah but i needed to see you in person, hold you in my arms in real time”

your heart almost explodes from how sweet he was being , you make a slight “awhhh” sound after he says this

but his big fat mouth ruined the perfect moment.

“that and i needed to see those shorts of yours in real time as well cause god damn baby”

you roll your eyes like it was your birthright and make a “tch” sound that overpowered the “awh” from earlier

boys will be boys , but your boy? you didn’t let his little ass get away with it at ALL.

Its almost like natural reflexes when you hit his shoulder out of annoyance and walk away from the window. As your head is turned , you can hear him go “oh shit!” and the sound of trees from beneath rustling.

your head whips back to the window and Sam isn’t there. Your heart stops and your praying that the push you gave him didn’t knock his balance and he’s laying there on the floor unconscious.

Running over to the window , peering your head over the ledge to look for him frantically.

you look down to see his sly ass smirk as you realize he’s holding onto the ledge with a hand and just lowered his foot to make it seem like he fell.

As angry as you seem right now , your more relived than anything.

“Sam Monroe i hate you so much.”

“I love you too F/N L/N, see you tomorrow”

you flash a middle finger to him as you walk back to your bed

as you finally pull the covers over you , you can hear the chuckle of him going:

“someones in a baaaad mood” followed by the sound of feet hitting the ground floor of the grass and walking away.

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demieyesore · 7 days

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Sam Monroe with an Only Fans

This post contains NSFW headcanons, be warned

Small A/n - You guys don’t understand. Now I have to make a series out of this. It wouldn’t be like an actual series series but I’m thinking multiple Drabbles with links to Twitter videos that I feel like he would post on his Only Fans ❤️

Tag List - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @gallerygourmet @heartsforanakin @viper-0800 @helendeath @ysrjune

He has a Prince Albert piercing 1000%.

Absolutely LOVES the camera; constantly asking you if you want to be in a video with him but never pushing your boundaries. I can just imagine him coming into your shared living room while you’re binging a TV show, camera in hand with a mischievous grin on his face before saying something like, “Wanna help me out with work?”

Doesn’t really care for having his face in pictures or videos, but when he does, the cinematography is elite. He just KNOWS how to make masterpieces. Honestly the poses and camera work alone is so hot and appealing.

If you have certain kinks, he would make mental notes about them and incorporate them into his Only Fans

Has most definitely posted whimper audios on Twitter with a link to his Only Fans that has the visuals to the audio

Got his tongue pierced just so he could buy one of those vibrators meant for tongue piercings

I personally don’t have a foot fetish but bro has probably sucked on someone’s toes before😭

People in person (especially other guys) see him and assume he gets no bitches but in reality because of his Only Fans, SOOOOOO many girls know who he is

He definitely posts for the female gaze but like it’s actually what the girlies want, like he definitely has wrapped a pink ribbon around his cock before

His only fans is like a genuine masterpiece. He has an interest in photography for sure so his pictures always match his little emo punky aesthetic, it’s not just sex or masturbation for him

If he likes you, he definitely has had to re-record videos for his only fans because he’s accidentally moaned your name

He’s so fucking vocal it’s insane

Money wise, he’s actually financially stable because of how appealing his videos are. He most definitely isn’t the male gaze porn stuff.

Consent King for sure however he does have a CNC / Somno kink

Sam may be a sassy drug addicted emo asshole but he respects women so much. He does have a degradation kink and loves to make you go dumb, despite his respect for you

He does not even care about his family finding out, his motto is something like “They’ve been disappointed before.”

His favorite activity to do with you is “practicing” for his Only Fans, “But baby, I need to make sure the camera angles look good.” Or “Just one more time for me, this video has to be perfect.” When in reality it’s just his excuse so he can go round after round with you.

Has a designated filming room

Alright that’s all I can think of for the moment, I’m still sick so I’m sorry for no recent fics ;( I also have to deal with college and work stuff. I feel like I made him so soft in this headcanon list, I promise he’s still an angsty emo freak that will break you any chance he gets

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hanasnx · 30 days

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MINORS DNI 18+

SAM MONROE is so excited to have a real girl in his room. A girl that he not only has a hopeless crush on, but one that’s too cool to hang out with him. Yet here you are, messing with his trinkets on his shelves and asking him about the video games he likes to play stacked on top of his console. You’re too hot to be here, you’re too hot to be talking to him, but you’re smiling and you’re interested. It makes him sweat, stuttering his way through conversation like a newborn fawn walking for the first time. When you flirt with him, he’s so nervous it goes right over his head. In your eyes you’re being so obvious it makes you look desperate, frustratingly enough. You’re taking your hoodie off so you’re in just your tank-top and push-up bra; you’re wearing the tiniest sporty shorts you could find, pulled up so the undersides of your ass peek out; you even cuddle up to him on his bed so he can smell the perfume you’re wearing. It comes to its most extreme when you straddle him, forcing him to look at you with your hand on his chin. You gaze into those blue eyes lined in black eye make-up and moisten your lips watching his plump out. Making out with Sam Monroe you’d think he’d be just as tentative as always, but he grabs you with those long fingers clamping your waist. He wastes no time in heating up the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth like he’ll die if he won’t. There’s no nuance, no patience. Instead, he’s gripping you and tugging you back and forth over his crotch, leaning over you as your back arches from the pressure. You can feel him harden instantly, like he was at the ready this whole time, and now that you’ve given him an in there’s no turning back.

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undercovernationalsuperstar · 9 days

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He's so pretty when he cries

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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Christian Woman

pairing : sam monroe x goth!fem!reader | wc : 2.7k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : just your usual sacrilegious friday night

warnings : ( christian/catholic ) religious imagery, weed, dub-con, impact play ( a slap, being shoved against a wall ), innocence kink, corruption kink, intercrural sex, hair pulling, clothed sex

a/n : partially inspired by the movie love exposure, partially inspired by christian woman by type o neg. im not pushing religion on anyone, believe what you want to. i just reeeeaaaaalllllyyyyyy liked this idea

Sam’s perched on your window seat and even though you told him to take off his boots, he kept them on and they were digging into one of your pillows. He takes a hit from his blunt and blows the smoke up into the air before he shifts slightly, sinking against one of your many black pillows. From where he’s sitting, he can see you perfectly. You look like a vampire bride from all of those cheesy 50s monster flicks, laying flat on your bed, a dark canopy obscuring your face from most angles. But he could see your eyes shut and your headphones slid over your ears and the way your hair was carefully tucked under your head so you look neat.

His eyes flit to your hands fiddled with one of the crucifixes you wore on your wrist, one of the many that decorated your neck, your wrists, and were even embroidered across the hemline of many of your jackets. Sam sucks in a breath before he calls out to you, "Lookin' good today."

Without even open your eyes, you mutter a quick “Shut up.”

Sam groans and takes another hit, his eyes looking at the various fading hardcover books and journals. "What's your problem? I'm trying to be nice here."

“You’re being slimy.” You slide off your headphones and he watches as you set aside your walkman.

You stand from your bed and walk to him, leaning over as you take the joint from his hand and taking a hit yourself. Sam sighs and reclines. "You look like a beautiful, fallen angel with those eyes and that outfit." He looks you up and down then smirks. "I bet if I touch you, you would melt in my hands." You roll your eyes and take a drag, blowing it out at him. "You're playing hard to get, I like it." Sam smiles and leans over to kiss your neck.

“Not now,” You murmur, pushing him away as you take another hit. “Not when I put in over an hour of work into todays outfit and hair and makeup.”

"Oh, come on, you act like it's so difficult." Sam chuckles and takes back the blunt for another hit. "Besides, I bet this outfit was made to be taken off at some stage, and I'd love to do the honors."

“Of course you would, you creep.” You hiss and he watches your necklace as you move, reveling in the way the cross swings like a pendulum against your chest, catching against the curve of your tits as it.

Sam grins and pulls you closer by your leg. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not getting turned on." He smirked and chuckled. "It's okay to play hard to get... You won't last long, trust me."

You scoff and move away from him, before you sit at your vanity. Carefully, you set down the rosaries and crosses you wear down. Your vanity is littered with red and black candles, small statues of the Virgin Mary, and small vials of plants and flowers. “You almost had me once. I guess you should be saying that I’m hard to keep.”

Sam lets silence fill the room for a few moments, before he finally gets up from your window seat and slowly starts to walk to you. "You know, I've always wondered why you wear those around your neck like you're some devout Christian. You never go to church and you don't really behave like one either." Sam smirked. "I reckon there's a bit of a sinner hiding behind those crosses." He chuckled.

“Why are you all in my business?” You mutter defensively and he leans back.

"You know, I'm always looking after you when you're too wasted to look after yourself and making sure that you don't get into any trouble." He chuckles. "Besides, you never seem to mind that I'm in your business or close in your personal space."

“I do mind when you get between me and Maria.” You say a bit louder, looking at your various small statues.

"Yeah right, and you're not supposed to put any one before the Lord, right? I saw you kissing Corey in the parking lot last week." Sam smirks and took another hit. "Looks like you're not a religious little girl after all."

“Doesn’t matter who I kiss, I’ll be forgiven. And thats not putting anyone before the Lord. And kissing isn't a sin.” With each sentence you give, he lets out a small snicker, only making you more defensive.

"Oh, that's rich. You can do whatever you want so long as you say sorry later - classic Catholic schoolgirl logic." Sam chuckles and took another hit. "And what about the pot you're smoking right now? Isn't that a sin or something?"

“In some cases. Go to church or something, stop depending on me.”

"Of course I go to church. I have to look like a good Christian boy to my father." Sam smirks. "And if you're so religious, you'd know that smoking pot is a mortal sin." Sam rolled his eyes. "But I guess you can confess all your sins later, right?"

“That’s just what the Pope says now… By the time I die, the Pope will be on my side and high as a kite.” The more you talk, the more Sam leans in.

"And what about your precious Mary? She'd be upset at the thought of you doing pot with me," Sam grinned. He leaned closer and exhaled a puff of smoke in your direction.

“She'd be more pissed if you kept touching me and groping at me.”

Sam smirked and put a hand on your leg. "I've already touched you. And it's quite apparent that you're not pushing me away." Instead of dignifying him with a response, you stay silent, taking out a brush and fixing your hair.

"You can try to play all cool and tough, but all it takes is one word from me to make you beg." Sam chuckles and leans close to you once again. "You really don't want to know what would happen if I whispered into your ear right now," he smirked, and when you stay silent, he feels frustrated. So he crouches down next to you, watching your hands and face as you brush your hair.

"I can make you feel so good," Sam chuckled and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your neck. "But I have to be careful not to leave any marks so your stepdad doesn't see, and I could always go for something else." Sam smirked and put a hand on your thigh before pulling away. "I'm just trying to look out for you, you know." He chuckled, taking another drag of the joint.

“You’re tryna look out for your own dick.” You say with a scoff. “Go down the street and hook up with perky Alyssa.” Sam looks frustrated for a moment before he chuckles.

"I don't need Alyssa, thanks very much for the recommendation. And I'm not some animal with no standards, you know." He took another hit of the joint. "It's just, you could use a bit of relief." He chuckled and looked into your eyes. "Or you've already started getting it elsewhere, if rumors that are circulating around school are to be believed." He grinned cheekily.

This hits you harder than his words before and you freeze. Slowly, you set down your brush and turn to look at him apologize. “Apologize now.”

"Wow, touchy subject there, huh," Sam chuckled and smirked. "Did you or did you not already hook up with Corey? Because I'm hearing a whole lot of rumors." Sam stared you down. "Either tell me the truth or I won't apologize."

You hear it before you realize what you've done, the sound of skin hitting skin. Then you feel the heat in your hand and realize you're not looking into Sam’s eyes anymore, just staring at his cheek as his face is now facing the wall. Sam's eye widened. He looked stunned for a moment like you had never seen. Then his expression soured and turned to anger. "Is that how it's going to be huh?"

He smirked and grabbed your arm, tugging you up from your seat and pushing you up against the wall and placing the back of his hand between your shoulderblades and leaning into your ear. "Maybe you haven't slept with him, but you've definitely been getting it on with those little white knights who think they're so perfect. What's with your attraction to good little boys anyway? I've seen it in your eyes since the first time we met."

“Just cause we kissed before doesnt mean youre my type and I can like whoever I like.” You hiss, struggling against him.

"So you admit it then?" Sam smirked and turned you around, holding your arms against the wall, his face just inches from yours. As he held you up against the wall, moved his hands to your waist. Then one hands moves up to your chest, Sam pressed his hand to your chest, his fingers brushing against your cleavage.

"I know you were getting excited the other day we were at the mall together, so why don't we skip the part where you play hard to get?"

You sigh, resting your head against the wall and you can see the Mary statues and rosaries on your vanity. “Not here... Maria is here... We can’t.”

"Who says we can't? Mary is all forgiving, right?" Sam smirked and took your hand, running his fingers over you. "C'mon, let's show her how much you want this." He chuckled. "We could even invite her to join." He grinned and leaned his face closer to you. "You do want me though, don't you?" He whispered, his hot breath caressing your cheek. As you start to push him back by his shoulders, breath shaky, he leans in and kisses your cheek.

"Ahh, see? You want me and you know it." Sam smirks and leans over your shoulder, placing his hands around your waist. He pulls you into him and whispers seductively in your ear. "Why don't you let me show you how good I am?" Sam smirks, his breath tickling your ear. "And, just remember, Mary is all forgiving. Just give into your desires."

Your hands grab at the sides of your skirt and you can barely look at him. “Please.”

"I'll take that as a yes." Sam chuckled, and his hand traveled across your chest and past your neck, his lips gently kissing your ear, your neck and then your collarbone. He pushed the fabric of your top further and further down your chest. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." He kissed up and down your neck and your chest, his fingers grazing across your tits. His touch was gentle but strong.

“I was trying to be better.” You murmur, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his biceps.

"Who says having a little fun is a bad thing? You're not a child anymore, so why not have a little pleasure before you grow old?" Sam whispered into your ear as his lips met your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "And you can't blame me for being attracted to such a beautiful woman who never wears a bra." He smirked and whispered. "Maybe you want this. Maybe you like being touched."

“I'm wearing a corset.” You murmur, hands sliding down to his waist. “It’s a trade off.”

"And it's a damn good trade off." Sam chuckled, and his hand traced the contours of your body as he ran a finger down the tight garment covering your chest. "I can imagine exactly how you look under that corset." He whispered, whispering into your ear.

Your fingers hook his studded belt and he takes it as an invitation to kiss you and your lips meet. You can taste the smoke on his lips and as your tongues meet, you can feel how dry his mouth is. As you continue to kiss, his hips slide down to your hips, pushing you back against the wall.

“Stay. Still.” He whispers, before he kneels down in front of your dress’s high low skirt and pushes it up impatiently and you hold up the fabric for him. Sam smiles, edging your thighs apart and lets you steady yourself. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“No.” The word is quiet and you feel heat rise to your face. For a few beats, the room is silent and you just feel Sam’s fingers on your thighs as he thinks for a moment before you feel his breath inching closer to your black panties and his hair rubbing against your upper thighs. You want to move away but he grabs at your thighs to hold you still.

“Silk. I’d almost think you’re a good girl.” He murmurs before he leans in and starts to lick at your panties. You look down at where he’s settled between your legs and feel nothing but confusion.

“I am a good girl!” You whine back, jumping slightly when you finally feel his tongue graze your core and his hands hold you steady.

“Feels good right?” He murmurs continuing to lick at your slit over your panties and you let out a moan. Sam’s tongue slips his way to your clit, licking at it with his eyes shut. He drags his hands up to your hips, holding you to his mouth, making you instinctively buck against him. The longer he licks, the more you buck against him and slowly you feel a pressure in your stomach. As it gets to be too much, you let out a whine but he holds you still, licking you faster until he can feel your muscles tense and you moan out.

You grab at his hair as you come down from your orgasm and Sam gets up, wiping his lips dry. Once they’re dry, he pulls you in for another kiss and you kiss back lazily. You can hear him undoing his belt and muttering under his breath. “You're… not gonna?”

“Pop your cherry? I’ll let you wait, give you a taste of whats to come.” He murmurs before he leads you back to your vanity, making you kneel over the seat and rest your head against the black table. As you stay still, you can hear the shifting of fabrics and your eyes rest on a small Virgin Mary statue as she holds a baby Jesus. You feel him slide your dressskirt up your back as he settles behind you, holding your thighs together.

“Stay as still as possible. If you move too much, then your precious Mary is gonna have front row seats to you getting deflowered.” He murmurs as he slides his member between your thighs with a sigh. Once his hips hit your thighs, he lets out a groan and rests his head against your back for a moment. Slowly, he straightens up and starts to thrust into your thighs, letting out low moans and whines as his hands rub your back.

Every few thrusts, his dick grazes your panties and makes you whine and move back against him. “You are a good girl.” He murmurs, between breathy moans. His hands are gentle on you as he continues to rut into your thighs, treating you like a fleshlight as he chases his own pleasure. His hands start to grab at your waist as he finally comes against you, stilling as he rests his chest on your back. he follows your eyes to the statue of the Blessed Virgin you turned around.

“I feel wrong.”

“Then go confess.” He murmurs, moving your hair away from your face before he straightens up and uses a tissue he finds to clean himself and slide his pants back on. As you start to stand up, you take your own tissue to clean up your now sticky thighs and you catch him gathering his belongings and as you watch him, you whisper.

“Are you leaving?” And he grunts in response, pushing past you and leaving your bedroom. You feel a pit of dread open in your stomach, and pick up one of your rosaries and shutting your eyes to pray.

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sswiftiestars · 11 days

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SPIDER!SAM X READER

cws: a little angst if you squint, petnames, swearing. NO USE OF Y/N ! This is basically a copy of when ned found out Peter was spidey in homecoming and a scene in nwh🫠 I’m rusty I apologize

summary - you find out your boyfriend is none other than the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

a/n: omg guys I’m finally writing something!!! I’m sorry for not writing in a while — the past couple months have been very very intense :) ily guys and I hope I’ll start writing more

You shift in Sam’s bed and fidget with your fingers. You’ve been waiting and waiting for about a half a hour now. Seriously? He stood you up at his own house? You didn’t get that mad though.. what If there was traffic.. or what if he had to make a stop at the store? his mom told you that Sam was out getting tutored, but you didn’t believe it. There’s no way he would ever take help from anyone. You sigh, and check your phone, your messages staying unanswered from your boyfriend. Suddenly, you see..Spider-Man crawling into the room through the window? You think you’re hallucinating , and then your heart stops when you see him taking off his black webbed suit, and it’s… Sam?

“Sam?” You drop your phone on the floor. He quickly turns around in shock. both of you say nothing, just looking at eachother.

“Uh…” he chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and looking down in shame. you continue to sit there in pure shock, staring at your boyfriend standing infront of you, the spider suit pooled at his ankles. You didn’t even care to notice that he was only in his boxers. Usually you would be drooling, but in this moment your mind is empty.

“listen, baby…i-“ Sam starts, but before he finishes his sentence, you stand up and slap him across the face. “Fuck!” he says under his breath, holding the spot on his face where you slapped him. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” You hiss, not wanting his mother or his siblings to hear you from outside the room.

“Because..” Sam starts, “I was scared you were gonna break up with me.”

your gaze softens and you cup his face, “Sam, I would never do that.” You say softly. he leans into your touch and sighs, letting out a deep breath. “I know. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“you’re such a idiot.” You chuckle, pulling him into your arms, “really? I cant believe this, you’re literally Spider-Man.” Sam blushes and doesn’t respond, letting your words hang in the air. You hold his face again and kiss him softly.

Out of nowhere, the door opens. “Oh- god.” Robin looks away.

You pull away from him, “It’s not what it looks like!” he assures his mom. Robins face brights up when she notices it’s you, “oh, it’s you!” She smiles, “how are you?” She asks.

Sam awkwardly puts his clothes back on as you and his own mother talk about the coffee shop that recently opened nearby. “So… you and Sam?” She asks you, like it’s girl talk time.

“Mom!” Sam groans

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