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butcheranons · 4 years ago

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The Warden.

SUMMARY: AFTER FALLING IN A TRAP LAID BY SAM, YOU'RE STUCK IN THE PRISON (AGAIN) AND THINGS GET A LITTLE STEAMY WITH THE WARDEN WHEN HE VISITS YOUR CELL.

pairing: awesamdude x chubby fem reader word count: 3.2k

warnings: pretty rougher than i'd usually do, not realistic, authority-ish dynamics, handjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink (oof)

A/N: Happy halloween! Sorry this isn't a continuation of any of my fics, I'm sorry, I have brainrot OTL I thought I'd write a little Awesamdude to spice things up!!!

Known for your escapades and trifling ways, you held the title of Server Thief much to the chagrin of a little Prison Warden.

Agile hands and a special affection for shiny things brought you to this position: Climbing atop of the Prison in search of the greatest beacon ever created.

With more diamonds than you can count and emeralds that span for an entire chunk, it would glisten under the sun so brightly anyone in its vicinity needed sunglasses to avoid any damage.

But when you reach the rooftop, Obsidian still warm from the sunlight well into the night, there’s barely anything. A simple beacon with only 9 diamond blocks, that wasn’t going to blind anyone.

“Looking for something?”

Fuck.

“Heeey, Mr W, sir, looking good,” You turn around in one motion, hands turning into finger guns as you try to charm your way out of this.

“Hands where I can see them, Thief.” As you throw your hands up, he approaches you, weapon en guarde.

“Is this really necessary, I mean, no harm was done, I just came here to … Stargaze.”

Sam stares at you in disbelief, “Yeah, what planet is that?” He points to the big bright yellow toned blob in the sky.

“Uh…Venus?”

“That’s the Moon, dumbass.”

You hiss a “so close” before turning to plead at him once again. “Hey, nothing wrong with picking up a new hobby…”

“You can’t run forever, y’know.” The lead binds your wrists together tightly, a long bit allows him to tug you along.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you shrug, “just as long as you’re still running after me.”

Sam scoffs, pulling you tight into his body, arm thrown across your shoulders, you stare at him, wide-eyed. Straining your neck to look at his face even with your taller-than-average stature, his hand strongly around your waist.

He throws an ender pearl toward the entrance. And just before you know it, he jumps across the ledge.

You’re in a free-fall, wind cutting across your cheeks as you scream.

Sam is laughing even as you both plunge toward the ground.

Once the pearl hits the ground, you’re both safely teleported.

You’re hardly breathing, hair a rat’s nest. The warden can’t help his laughter as he opens the entrance and drags you along the prison. You pout, following him until you’re thrown in one of the common cells.

“You know, my requests for redecor are sure taking a long time to get through to management”

Sam chuckles, dangling his keys around his pointer finger, “Well, why don’t you keep getting arrested? I’m sure that will help.”

You roll your eyes, crashing into the thin, uncomfortable bed.

It doesn’t take long before you’re bored out of your mind, walking around in your cell, looking for a way to bother your favourite Prison Warden. You grip at the iron bars, sticking your face as far as it will let you, pursuing your lips as you sing:

“Oh, Mr. Warden~”

Though Sam tries to ignore you, you manage to win.

He comes barreling down the long hall and you smile; His trident clanks to the obsidian floor and with impeccable posture, the Warden stands at the front of your cell, eyes conveying all his hatred.

“What do you need, 1031?”

You pout, “I’m hungry~”

Sam sighs, “It’s not meal time.”

“This is a violation of human rights!”

Sam leans down to your eye level, raising an eyebrow, “Prisoners have no rights.” You hear the whistling of his heavy breathing from the vents that surround his gas mask,

“Yes… Yes they do. I’m hungry, come on.” You whine, unknowingly stepping away from his intense gaze.

He sighs, giving up. “Alright.”

Licking your lips, you grip tighter on the iron bars, peeking between metal, “Hate to see you leave… Love to watch you go,” You bite your lips, admiring how tightly his dark cargo uniform hugged his figure.

When he comes back, he tells you to step back before dropping a boiling plate of oatmeal on the small window.

“Thank you, Mr. W~!” You sing as you watch his figure leave. Sam just sighs.

It had been almost half an hour since he had dropped off your food, not only should you have been done by now, you were also awfully quiet for someone so rowdy and annoying. As he approaches your cell, all he can hear aside from his own footsteps is the running tap.

“Shit,” he curses, rushing to open the door. The plate is on the floor, oatmeal splattered across the floor but you’re nowhere to be seen. “1031, come on! State your whereabouts”

When you peek from the curtains, Sam is speechless, frozen in place as he sighs.

You smile weakly, “For someone who’s so proud of his ‘inescapable prison’ you were sure worried I had escaped.”

“What did you do?” He makes sure to step back and stand between you and the cell door, just in case.

“I burnt myself.”

“Are you thick? How the fuck did you do that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry handcuffs aren’t the most flexible thing around.”

“...”

He huffs, pounding on the door to close it behind himself before he steps to your washing corner, pulling the curtains at once.

“W-What are you doing?!” You stutter, pulling the curtain back, hoping he hadn’t seen anything, but unfortunately, he made it very clear he had.

“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Sam covers his mouth, so thankful for the bright red curtain that stays between the two of you.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting visits!” You sigh, cursing the universe for this embarrassing moment.

“...There’s a first aid kit under your bed with some clean bandages, wrap yourself up and put on some clothes, I’ll bring you… I’ll bring another plate.”

You’re sitting on the bed by the time he comes back, opening the cell door and stepping inside, letting it close with a loud bang. Sam places the plate by your side, eyes glued to you.

He grabs a pair of handcuffs, attaching it to the lead around your wrists and the headboard.

The both of you engage in a staring contest, until he breaks the silence, “Go on… Eat.”

You just raise your arms, showing the very clear chains that bind your wrists together, hoping he’d undo them, but Sam just sighs, sitting next to you.

When he grabs the spoon, scooping bits and raising it to your face, you just freeze.

Sam looks annoyed and out of time, though that would be just his default emotions usually. He just shoves the spoon toward your mouth, you open it hesitantly, cringing at the now very lukewarm oatmeal.

“Thanks. You don’t have to do that, I can figure it out…” You mutter, chewing your terrible prison food. God, those Yelp reviews you left don’t seem very effective.

“So you can try and kill yourself again? not a chance.”Sam scoops up another spoonful, tapping at your lips. It spills in a clump over your bust and he unconsciously just uses the spoon to scrape it off your skin.

Only realising his action later, you cough to hide your embarrassment.

“Well, if I keep making you spoon-feed me, your pretty, angelic girlfriend will skin me alive,” You laugh at the thought of that petite thing trying to take you down.

“She won’t,” Sam replies, scooping you another bite.

“Oh, I won’t fall for that again! She was furious the last time.”

“We… We broke up.” He clears his throat.

“What?!”

He remains quiet.

“What did you do?”

Sam scowls at your words, “Why is that your first question?!”

“Oh, come on, Sam, she’s a smart, gorgeous woman with a beauty unlike any other, any guy would kill to be your position…”

You weren’t lying, she was this perfect little thing with a killer bod who made anyone swoon. Much unlike a thief who only brought stress.

He sighs, choosing to ignore your words, “She...She just wasn’t right for me.” Sam fakes a smile, another spoonful of oats waiting for you.

You bite your lip nervously, “It’s okay, I’m sure you will find someone.”

He sighs again.

“You know these are so undercooked, right?” You comment in the hopes of changing the mood but he seems surprised.

Sam frowns, removing his mask before he brings the spoon to his lips, gagging at the flavourless mush, “Holy shit, how have you been eating this?”

You laugh, pretending you’re not enticed by his gorgeous smile, “I don’t exactly have an option...You… You have some.” Pointing to your lips, you look at the clump that sits on his cheek.

He brings his hand to his face, wiping at the completely wrong side. “No, not that side,”

“Where?”

“Not there”

“Just point”

“There”

“Ugh,” You groan in frustration bringing your hand to wipe it off his face, but unable to thanks to your handcuffs. In a bout of irritation, you just lean forward, licking the bit off his cheeks.

Sam freezes, staring at you as you swallow, licking your lips in sequence.

You realise what you did, staring at his face, “I-I’m- I’m sorry-” Your words are cut off by the crashing of his lips against yours.

The warden throws the plate across the rooms, letting his hands be free as he cups your cheeks, bringing you into him. The plate splats into the ground, the mushy oatmeal slipping across the cement as you groan into his kiss, your body subconsciously leaning into his touch.

When you part, Sam stares at your face, “Do you know how fucking long I’ve been waiting to do this?”

You gasp softly, not thinking anyone would ever look at you in such a way, let alone someone like Sam. The blush that spreads across your cheeks makes him chuckle, his right hand tangled around your hair just as his left caress your jaw.

It’s not too long before his lips are on yours again, this time more desperate, saliva dripping through and stringing down your chins. You’re both moaning into the kiss, his body towering yours the more he leans forward, wanting to drink every single one of your whimpers.

His hand travels under your shirt, the hotness of your skin aches against his touch. Fondling his way around, Sam is happily surprised by the lack of a bra, your skin is abundant even against his large palms. One hand is not enough to cup your chest properly.

You arch into his lips when he trails down wet kisses across your skin, taking his time into leaving dark marks, biting and nibbling stains onto your complexion.

Sam’s head is under your shirt, tongue dragging across your skin as his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples sending electricity straight to your core.

He kneads at the flesh of your stomach, much to your chagrin. You try to push him away, but Sam quickly holds your hands in place. His hand wraps around both of your wrists, holding them above your head while his other plays with the band of your trousers.

Pulling them at once, the Warden takes his time to admire your body, the contrasting colour of your pants against your skin and how much he wishes to litter marks of his lips and teeth along every centimetre of your thighs and stomach.

When you look up, his eyes seem to almost glow in the poorly lit cell, devouring every inch of your body. He stands tall, the uniform in a jet black hugs his muscles just right but you can help but wonder how his body would look under those straps and leather.

“I- I want to touch you- Please-” You breathe and beg, which Sam can’t deny. Not when you look so breathless, pressing your thighs together, your chest rising up and down in such a hypnotising motion.

“So eager, sheesh-”

“Shut-”

Sam tuts, “Come on, that’s not how you say it.” His fingers are under your chin, you feel his breath tickle your sore lips, you instinctively close your eyes, awaiting his kiss, but he just laughs.

“Beg, baby,” His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, not helping at the mess of colour your lipstick left.

“Please, please, please-”

His smile is short of devious.

He undoes the handcuffs, but not the knots around wrists.

Soon, you’re flipping him around, letting his back crash into the mattress and settling around his hips. Your thighs and stomach spill out of your underwear so beautifully.

You run your fingers through his shirt, feeling the definition of his chest. Tugging at the hem, you whine and he chuckles, helping you take it off. You lean forward, tracing his pecks and skin, every raised scar tissue, every mole, you admire it all.

Playing with the buttons of his pants, you run your fingernail across his clothed erection, earning yourself a choked groan.

“Fuck-” Sam covers his mouth, watching attentively as you lean forward, your chest lays over his thighs, cleavage looking so inviting he might just consider cumming all over your boobs. “Just fucking- Do it- Already!”

“If you ask nicely, Mr W,” A smile paints your lips, your hungry eyes scan the pained thirty look on his face.

“P-Please…” Sam breathes out, “Please, suck my dick…”

“Your wish is my command!”

Once his button pops open, you trace around the wet spot that stains his pants, feeling how much his thighs clench under your body. Every touch, as light as it is, makes his entire body jerk.

“Come on,” Sam warns you, tone breathy and less threatening than he wanted it to come out.

Holding his member feels hotter than you’d expected, it throbs in your hands when you pump it, dripping saliva to use as lube all over his skin.

His dark green veins glisten under your tongue, tip bright red, strings of precum leaking in a milky white. You pepper kisses along his length, faint marks of whatever is left of your lipstick.

Sam groans when you’re around him, hot tongue too much on top of every single stimulus he’s receiving. Your soft sighs, your body over his, the absolutely breathtaking view you’re giving him.

Your hair frames your face, hollowed out chubby cheeks swallowing him whole. So perfect and eager to suck him off, strings of saliva falling from your luscious lips, fingers so expertly massaging his balls and base.

It’s not too long until Sam leans back, his fingers tangled around your hair, guiding your face toward his crotch as you engulf his dick.

Letting the tip hit the back of your throat, you gag; vibrations travelling across his skin send a moan flying out of his lips. He smirks, eyes meeting your teary ones.

But you just look so pretty choking on his cock.

Your fingernails are scratching at his skin, red trails that mimick the tear that slips over your pretty face.

He pulls your head back, you gasp for air, a smile across your face. Sam brings you up, slamming his lips against yours.

You’re both chuckling as you settle into his lap, letting him feel the outline of your chest against his, every curve of yours drives his body fucking insane.

God, he can’t wait to feel you around him.

Sam wraps his arm around your waist as you throw your tied hands over his neck, fingers scratching at his nape. He lifts you over, pushing aside your underwear, one finger running over your folds, slick dripping over.

You press your lips to his before he can make a mean comment about your wetness.

When you settle over his cock, you both have your heads thrown back, sighs and moans escaping at the incredible feeling. Your walls clench around him, the pressure almost makes him cum at once.

Kindly letting you adjust, you both sit still, stabilising your breathing before he finally moves. Sam is bucking his hips in a slow and dragging rhythm, his hands are tight on your hips.

No matter how hard he grabs at your skin, it’s still soft and plush, spilling over his fingers. His lips are attached to your neck, teething and nibbling as you arch your chest, practically handing yourself over on a platter.

Whenever he bucks up, your boobs jiggle, dragging across his chest. Your lips are in a perfect little ‘O’, smeared lipstick painting a masterpiece around your cheeks, you’re his little criminal, sharp-tongued and agile, now bouncing pretty on him and sex-drunkenly moaning.

Every single aspect of your body drives him absolutely insane.

When you’re getting used to the pace, moving your hips to meet his, Sam ceases completely, leaving you a whining mess.

You’re leaning forward, whimpering in his ear, begging for him to move, to give it to you already!

“Move it, baby,” He breathes out, the very thought making him dizzy, “Ride me.”

You’re not about to deny his request.

Setting your own pace, it’s not too long before you bounce on his cock, your tits jumping all over the place as Sam leans back and watches the prettiest view, your body is absolutely glowing and not just from the sheen the sweat gives. The smirk on his face is more content than he lets it slip.

“What a waste of a pretty face...” His fingers are pressing on your cheeks, pulling your lips to meet his in a quick kiss, “Say my name, baby”

“Mr W~” You whine, doe-eyed and out of your damn mind, Sam raises an eyebrow and you gulp. “S...Sam. Sam! Sam!”

God, he could die right now and he’d be in pure bliss.

You lean forward, pressing your lips to his as you bounce fast, the bed is threatening to quit and buckle under the weight and movement of you two. Sam is moaning into your lips, body steaming in utter pleasure.

Your fingers are running over his hair, tangling and pulling on the right places. Nails scratching at his wrists.

“I’m- I’m close-” Sam manages to stutter out.

“Me too,” you whisper back, quickening your movements just enough to get you both to meet your orgasms. “Cum in me, fill me up, Sam-”

“Ah, fuck, take it all-” He’s bucking into your hips, spluttering hot inside of you, spilling into your body with a guttural groan. “Take my cum, baby- I’ll breed you up- So good.”

The very feeling of his come invading your walls, filling you up so well, dripping from your swollen and overstimulated cunt. “B-Breed me!”

You’re not too far off from his state either, head thrown back, neck littered in marks as you scream his name as high as your throat will allow.

You ride your orgasms, foreheads glue together.

You’re both breathing heavily and totally out of breath when you smile, licking your lips. He reciprocates your smile, leaning forward to kiss your nose.

“Thank you, Mr W~” You sing, one hand caressing his cheek as the other brushes off the hair glued to his forehead.

Wait, when did you get loose?

He tries to grab you but clings to the headboard where you handcuffed his wrist.

Before Sam can even process it, you’re off on your feet, blowing him a kiss as you close

He laughs in disbelief, “That little minx.”

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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