#c awesamdude x reader

[character-dsmp-things]

Could you write a how c!dsmp react to sick reader? I've had a bad cold for a few days now, and I could really use dome cheering up!

If you don't want to or can't, I completely understand.

Please take care of your self, so you don't end up sick like me!

Of course!!

How C!Dsmp members react to you being sick!

(Platonic)

I’m very mad at tumblr for deleting my work so these will be pretty short and to the point

✰ Antfrost

He’d stare at you for a while. Before making sure you got the rest you needed

✰ Awesamdude

He’d throw you into the prison guard room till you got better.

✰BadBoyHalo

Very worried, very sweet making sure you were getting better

✰ Captain Puffy

Mom vibes, “need anything kiddo.”

✰ Dream

Could care less, “you know it’s not fun when you’re sick so get better.”

✰ Eret

Such a sweetheart, would bring you into a guest room to have someone come in and take care of you

✰ Foolish

Likely calls someone else to help you out, being as he’s very ‘busy’

✰ Fundy

He’d try to help and end up sick probably worse off than you.

✰ Georgenotfound

He’s either the reason your sick or tells you just to sleep it off.

✰ Jschlatt

“Just don’t get me sick alright?” Is definitely an ass about it.

✰ Jack Manifold

Has no idea how to help you at all.

He’s giving 👁👄👁

✰ Karl

Makes you oatmeal cookies, to make breakfast easier to pass to you. Expect constant tea refills.

✰ Niki

An Angel, keeps a soft music playing to soothe your headaches and probably makes bread for you.

✰ Ph1lza

Dad vibes, this man has everything prepared.

“Tommy used to be sick all the time I’m used to this.”

✰ Quackity

“Hey now you’re not working the casino in these conditions.”

Takes you up into one of the many spare rooms and has slimecicle bring you food water and checks your temperature till you feel better. He’s busy but will make time for you.

✰ Ranboo

I HC enderman can’t catch human virus’s. He’d be eager to help seeing that he can’t catch it. He’d bring you mushroom soup.

✰ Sapnap

Probably got you sick, “eww you’re gross” makes someone else look after you and acts like it never happened.

✰ Skeppy

Has no idea, would try for a while before inevitably calling Bad to come help.

✰ Slimecicle

Absolutely fascinated, constantly watching over. But he would fetch whatever you asked for. Like a dog he’s just watching.

“Human illness is neat.”

✰Technoblade

“Don’t worry about training your body is doing enough fighting right now.” Words of encouragement to you.

“Beat the cold Y/N”

Constantly feeding you baked potatoes.

✰ Tommyinnit

Either why do got sick or the most unhelpful person.

Oh your sick means I’ll talk to you “keeping you company”

✰ Tubbo

He has a child he gets how hard it is on your body, would keep a cold towel around tea and honey would be his staple.

✰ Wilbur

Tries really hard to help you feel better but really just makes it worse then calls either Phil or Quackity depending on his mood. So

[imagines-babes]

Euthanasia (aweSamdude)

Hello, today's story is about the song in the title. Euthanasia by Wil Wood. The definition of the word is towards the end of the story. But feel free to search it up. I do hope you enjoy this story. See you next week

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Waking up from the bed, the bed is comfortable and sleep was the best that I've had in many weeks. The colors around me were brighter. Not dull. It was funny. Hearing someone approach my door with the smell of food. Standing up to open the door to see him. With two plates and a smile. 'Sam you know you didn't have to do this you know.' He gives a laugh. 'Why not? Today just feels like one of those special days.' It's a Special Day. I was concerned about what day it was. So for my special day, we did everything I love. We went to get some food. We went to the beach. We went to play at the beach. We went to the park. Went for a walk. Towards the end of the day, we notice a carnival. This is when some things change. We paid for the tickets usually at a carnival there would be lines and people talking. But now it was just us. I meant I wasn't complaining but it was off. As if it was a dream. Sam continues to take me to each of them. Till it was time for the ferries wheel. There was a slight sting to my arm as I jerked it away from Sam. 'I'm sorry I don't know why I did that.' I give a slight smile to Sam he nods. Getting closer to the wheel two familiar faces appear as I ran to hug them both. My parents. They hug me deeply as I cried with joy. Sam was behind me as he held my hand once more and then showed me to our seats. Once he got in the ride started and the sting in my arm slowed my breathing. Then it clicked where I was. Looking over to Sam as he stared in front. 'I'm guessing you figured what's happening,' He asked me. Slowly I nodded. 'How long have I been like this?' He took a breath. '5 weeks almost was 6. But he thought it was time. He never left your side you know.' Placing my head on his shoulder while my eyes started to get drowsy. 'I didn't expect him to leave but if this is how it ends. Will I be able to see him one last time?' My eye stayed closed this time with Sam kissing my head.

That was all in y/n mind. They were in a coma. The reason why was because when they were heading to Sam's house. A car passes a red light hitting them. That accident was over 5 weeks ago. Sam never left their side or even the hospital. He held their hand and just stare at them. He wanted y/n to wake up from this coma they were in. He would give anything to just see their eye or hear them talk once more. He loves them deeply. The doctor would come in to check the pulse writing it on their clipboard. The doctor notice how y/n heartbeat was slowed down by each day. But they weren’t the only ones to notice. He notices it. He notices it going slower. He knew y/n didn't want the pain for him. So the Doctor told Sam there was a way to let him go as painlessly as possible. Euthanasia. It is a drug they use to let the patient die in their sleep. Or the medical definition is the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma. Sam had to make a decision. Y/n didn’t have no parents. Y/n was adopted by an old couple. The couple died when y/n was 20. So he thought it was time for y/n to go. He knew if y/n was alive that they wouldn't want to let him suffer. On a Tuesday afternoon, the doctor came and put the needle into her arm. They waited to hear the heart monitor goes slower by the second. Sam just stares at y/n with the echoes of the monitor going silent. He held their hand and cried. His mom was behind him rubbing his back. The doctor left them to be.

After an hour, Sam left y/n side and drove to a cliff to oversee the city. Turning off the car as he walks out sitting near the edge. There were things Sam wanted to do with them, wanted to say to them, wanted to live by them, and wanted to grow old with them. He cried on that hill with the sun starting to set. There was walking that was coming towards him. He felt someone next to him take a deep breath. 'I couldn't leave you without saying goodbye.' He knew that voice in an instant but didn't believe it was them. 'Samuel you did the right thing of letting them do that... I didn't want you to suffer more and drag me on.' He turns to the side. He saw their eyes. How innocent their eyes were. How gorgeous they look. How this was gonna be the last they would see each other. 'Would this be the last time I see you,' he asked. With y/n nods, 'Yes but maybe I will appear in your dreams. But Sam I will be there for you not physically but spiritually I will. We had many memories and I want you to cherish them. And whenever your time here is done I will be waiting for you. But you should find someone and start a family. You will be the best dad I know.' Y/n brought up their hand to try and feel his cheek but all he felt was coldness. The sun was setting as the moon rises slowly. Y/n looked towards the sun as they look back at Sam. 'It's time for me to leave,' they stood as he did the same. 'Thank you, Sam,' y/n says with a soft smile as they turn away from him but stop, ' I love you, Sam.' With that, they continue to walk then slowly vanish with the moon appearing. He stares in the direction they left in. With one final breath, ' I love you y/n'

[grace122]

Listen listen listen, tying c!dream up to a chair and forcing him to watch c!sam fuck you and breed you, and dream is pathetically bucking his hips up into nothing, begging to be untied and to be touched by you while sam pounds into you

oh my god that’s a head spinning idea

dream would beg and whine squirming pathetically listening to the way sam makes you scream “look at him, tell him how good i’m fucking you” sam growls in your ear forcing a sob from your mouth “m’so fucking go-good! he’s fucking me so good dr-dream” you moan looking at dream through the tears in your eyes “fuck, please untie me please i’ll be good!” dream whines earning a scoff from sam “quiet prisoner, be glad that i even let you watch. Maybe if you stay quiet for long enough i’ll let you lick my cum out of her cunt after i breed her” ABHUFYFFY🫠🫠🫠

[rapid-looser]

★Sweet moments with the dsmp★

a/n: I randomly got this idea while looking back at some memories from a year and a half ago^^

Pronouns: You/Yours

TW: Makeup (in Niki's), injury, extremely heat/molten stuff (technoblades) and an mentions of dying (C!Sam's)

Request: yes/no

Romantic/Platonic

★

Cc!Niki:

•The both of you were going to an event and Niki wanted to do her makeup, but the two of you started a pillow fight, and her makeup ended up getting smudged

•By the time both of you had started calming down from a pillow fight, she had to redo her whole makeup, which she was a bit upset about, so she asked you for help

•So while you were doing her eyeliner, she accidentally jumped from the coldness of the eyeliner (for she reason she keeps it in the fridge), which made the eyeliner mess up, for a second time, but you didn't wanna have to redo her foundation again, so you tried to wipe it up, which ended up worse, and that got Niki laughing

•You were extremely mesmerised by her laugh, and when she noticed you stopped doing her makeup, she was confused at first, until she saw you staring at her

•"Your laugh is really cute, do you know that?" You said as you continued doing her makeup after a minute

•Needless to say, she was extremely embarrassed for a while after that, and through the event, she kept getting embarrassed from time to time cause she kept getting reminded of the incident that happened about 2 hours prior

•Even months after the event, if you mention the incident she will get slightly embarrassed and try to brush it off

★

C!Technoblade:

•He usually makes most of his weapons and armour by himself, with the occasional helping hand from Phil

•The main reason the makes it himself is so he knows the enchantments on it, and he knows that it's properly made, not just a half job

•But he'll also get you to help him with shaping the molten nertherite just incase you'll ever have to make some in an emergency, but he'll never let you touch it as it's extremely hot

•So, your beside him shaping the molten nertherite, with his supervision, and so far it's going good, your doing everything like he showed you to do, when you get distracted by some gold shining under the light, which when directly into your eyes

•Your hand was still near the half shaped nertherite, but it was still extremely hot, and unfortunately for you, while your eyes were adjusting from the shine of gold, a small bit of molten nertherite got on your finger

• "Shit" you cussed as you instinctively pulled your hand away from the molten nertherite which had just gotten on your finger

•Technoblade had looked away for a bit to find some more material, but once he heard you cuss, he turned back around to see the molten nertherite and you with your hand pulled away from it

•He knew what happened after a few seconds, cause it happened quite a few times before while he was making nertherite armour

• "Give me a second." He said as he went out of the room and came back in with a bandage and a potion of healing

•He knew that you weren't a damsel in destress and he knew that the burn wouldn't affect you in the long run besides a scar, but he still wanted to make sure it didn't cause much pain

•And he knew how much molten nertherite hurts when your just leaning to make armour, that's why he got the potion of healing, to stop the pain from burning as much

•Once he was finished bandaging up your finger, he held your hand which your burnt finger was on.

• "I told you to be careful with molten nertherite." He said, sighing. It was his was of saying 'I love you and all but you have to be careful', and you knew that.

•He would occasionally kiss the scar on your finger, usually just before a battle, because to him, it symbolised that you and him were always together, even if you couldn't physically see each other. The reason it symbolises that, is because it's a memory that he always has on his mind.

★

C!Sam

•Now Sam is a very busy person, even after the whole prison situation

•He always makes an effort to gift you things when he's extremely busy

•But one day, Sam stumbled across a wolf pup, which was abandoned, so what'd he do? He brought it back to the house where the two of you lived

•He wasn't too sure what to do with it at first, but luckily you where there to help him get it heated up and eating

•Now at first he was against the idea of keeping it, he just wanted to take care of it until it was old enough to fend for itself in the wild

•But you wanted to keep it, cause it looked so cute! Sam wouldn't be cruel enough to put something so defenseless back into the wild where it could die, right?

•In the end he kept it, after a fair amount of trying to convince him from you, but now another problem arose, what would you two name it?

•Eventually you both agreed on a name for the wolf pup, which was Fran. Sam originally wanted to name is Francis, even though the wolf pup was a female, but you refused to name a female pup that, so it was settled to Fran

•Now, Fran often cuddles up to you and Sam when he is home, even though Sam complains that she takes up so much room

•But in the end, he doesn't seem to mind her at all and seems to enjoy Fran joining in with cuddling

[sinnilith]

hear me out, c! warden awesamdude with a fucking machine that he made from red stone and a bratty fem reader

𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘. moved to @himbroslut

pairings: c!warden awesamdude x bratty fem!reader

content: sex machine, degradation, over stimulation, praise, impact play, bondage, dacryphilia if you s q u i n t, oral [ both reader and c!sam receiving ], mention of knotting.

warnings: smut below! minors DNI or i swear to god.

"i said get down. now." the sharp twinge of pain in your scalp was like a electric shock of pleasure, sam's had grabbed you by your hair and forced you down onto your knees. puffs of smoke left his mask as dark green eyes stared down at you, the unmistakable look of lust evident.

you tried your best to hold back the smile that was slowly creeping up on you, the longer you stared up into sam's eyes the harder it got, maybe it was nerves making you want to smile? or maybe the fact that you knew the smallest thing could make this man explode.

his nostrils flared again, you couldn't see it but you could hear it and the sight of another large puff of smoke coming from his mask along with the heavy rise and fall of his chest was a clear indication of it; the poor man was trying his best to stay in control. unfortunately for him, you had other plans. "what's wrong? big bad warden is angry that i took a stroll through his stupid jail?" you taunted, tilting your head to the side with a fake pout of innocence.

"enough." he sighed out heavily and dragged a hand down his face and mask in frustration, how could such an tiny human set him off so easily? was it the way you looked at him with mischief? the way your lips curled up in a taunting smile that looked innocent to the naked eye, or was it the way you strutted around him like you were in charge of everything and everyone. oh but you both knew who was truly in charge, especially now that you sat on your knees in front of his increasingly growing erection.

"i've had enough of your smart ass mouth." sam grunted out when you began opening your mouth to speak again, how rude of him to interrupt you. "let me spe- mmph." uh oh looks like you finally set him off, the once dark green eyes that you loved so much were now a pitch black. the warden was in control now. "i said enough you stupid little bitch." he huffed out, making you squint your eyes just a tiny bit when smoke from his mask fanned into your face; you would've replied with something bratty but your jaw was currently being held shut in a bruising grip.

with one hand still holding your jaw shut sam began unzipping his pants with the other, keeping intense eye contact with you the whole time, saying that you were very much soaked in this very moment was a understatement. who knew sneaking around the prison would lead to you this? kneeled down in front of a pissed off warden who was currently stroking himself through his boxers, the imprint looked tight and uncomfortable.

a clicking sound brought your eyes away the wardens's bulge to his pitch black eyes, the clicking sound was his tongue, clicking at you like you were some kind of bitch that needed training. "eyes on me. don't move a fucking muscle." his command came out in a clipped tone, you simply nodded since you couldn't speak yet.

hungrily, you watched as sam took a few steps back from you, one hand still stroking his erection while the other moved up to detach his mask; he flexed his jaw a few times that earned you the sight of his fangs that you wanted sinking into your thighs. you watched the way his forked tongue flicked out to wet his lips then lift up into a knowing smirk that made your stomach do flips.

your back stiffened with anxious excitement when sam suddenly took several large strides towards you, capturing your jaw in another bruising grip before pulling you up into a kiss that he met halfway, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth made you moan in delight; you loved when he took charge without asking or even a blink of hesitation.

dizziness almost took over your senses as your body struggled to take in air, breathless muffled pants and moans falling from your swollen lips till sam pushed your face away with a harsh push, landing a smack hard smack on your jaw before standing back up to his full height. "look at me.", your obedience came quickly, eagerly looking up at him through your thick lashes, his grumble of approval was like music to your ears.

both of you kept eye contact as sam slowly pulled his boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles till he kicked them off. he now stood completely naked while you were still clothed in one of his oversized hoodies and a skirt. the difference between you two in clothing made sam click his tongue in disapproval, luckily for him he didn't have to tell you to strip since you were already stripping your skirt and damp panties off.

just like sam ordered you got back in the same position you were in before, resting on your knees with your hands on your thighs. sam nodded his head in approval then walked over to a switch and flicked it, loud shifting and rearranging of redstone filled the room till an opening opened up to reveal..a handmade sex machine with a dildo that looked exactly like the wardens cock, it even had the knot in the middle that you loved whenever it swelled up inside you.

oh my my, you were already highly into everything but now? you were buzzing with excitement. sam chuckled at your visible excitement, walking over to it with a proud smile on his handsome face. "like it? i built it myself." he proudly hummed out, patting the machine like he was giving a dog a good stomach pat. "crawl."

you should've felt humiliated or offended at his command, ordering you to crawl to him like some desperate whore, too bad that was exactly what you were. your eyes never left his pitch black ones as you slowly crawled towards him, every inch you crept made your walls clench around nothing. the moment you got close enough sam reached out to grab you by your hair, quickly pulling you the rest of the way and positioning you in front of the sex machine but there was still enough space for him to walk behind you and kneel down.

you didn't have time to ask him what he was doing, truthfully you had a pretty good idea what was about to go down and man did it make a new wave of wetness drip down your inner thighs. "oh.." you gasped out in delight, the feeling of the wardens forked tongue sliding up your inner thigh then stopping right at your spread slit had you shaking. "taste so good bunny.." his breath fanning against your pussy while his hands squeezed and groped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of your clenching hole. "so fucking beautiful."

"oh fuck.." you gasped out again, pushing back into sam's tongue that was gliding up and down your wet folds, flatly pressing down onto your clit before moving back to shove his tongue inside of you, pushing as deep as his tongue could get and it went deep, oh the benefits of dating a creeper hybrid was the abnormally long forked tongue, a dick that could knot, and two extra arms that were currently holding your trembling thighs apart as sam ate you out like a starved man. "oh! oh fuck right there." you whined out in a shaky voice, slightly bouncing on your knees to get extra friction; your orgasm coming embarrassingly fast.

sam moaned against your pussy loudly, feeling his hot breath and tongue against you sent you cartwheeling off the edge with a sob, with nothing to have a firm hold on you were left falling and falling till your body calmed down, your senses finally coming back to you once your vision cleared with a few blinks. sam had watched the entire thing like an hungry lion. "i wish you could see how ethereal you look whenever you come apart."

you hid the disappointed pout away from sam when you felt his warmth vanish from behind you, though that disappointment was short lived when sam reappeared in front of you with his cock held in one hand, his other three arms lazily resting. "open.". like always you immediately obeyed his command, lust overpowering your bratty urges. his dark eyes stayed locked on yours, watching you comfortably settle down on your knees and open your mouth with your tongue sticking out.

"good girl." he hummed out while slapping the tip of his pierced cock against your tongue, the wet noises of the impact making you grin up at him and let out a airy laugh. patience wasn't a strong trait for you and apparently neither was it for sam, one of his hands finding their way to your jaw the moment you closed your lips around his thick tip. hearing sam let out a pleasured hiss is the greatest thing to hear ever, it was a strange sound between an creeper and cat hiss but more scratchy than a usual hiss; you couldn't really explain it.

you took your time swirling your tongue around his tip and even flicking the tip of your tongue against his cock piercing, which earned a few more pleasured hisses from the warden that was now slightly hunched over you, the grip he had on your jaw tightening whenever you sucked on the side his him. the one thing you liked about giving blowjobs was taking your time but also making it sloppy. licking all the way down to his base then coming back up to give his tips kisses and sucks, pausing to spit onto dick before stroking him with both hands.

sam wasn't obnoxiously big in size, his seven inches was perfect and fit snuggly inside your walls. he was on the thick side, especially his girth that stretched you like to the max. sam sometimes liked pushing balls deep inside of you just to pull out and look at your stretched out hole before repeating it over and over again till you begged him to start fucking you again, he'd even do it in front of a mirror at your home so you could see how much he stretched you out.

dear god just thinking about how good he fucked you made you moan against him, opening your mouth wide to fit him inside your mouth. both of you simultaneously moaning out the moment the tip of him reached the back of your throat, sam's moan coming out more in a throaty groan as he fisted your hair in one of his hands. "shit." he panted out, his face scrunching up as he held you still; you knew that face, he was about to cum just from having his dick down your throat.

that boosted your ego so a lot, you so badly wanted to pull off and taunt him for it but the grip he had on your hair kept you from doing so. finally after a few short seconds of waiting sam released your hair and allowed you to take control again, your thoughts about wanting to taunt him pushed to the back of your mind as you began bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks and stroking his balls to give him extra stimulation.

there was a lot of things you loved about sam during sex and one of those were his moans that gradually turned whiny, of course sam being a prideful man always claimed that he was never whiny but right now in this very moment he was grunting, groaning, and yup you guessed it, whining like a whimpering puppy. you had so much control over this man and you loved it. you happily continued sloppily sucking and kissing on sam's cock till he pulled you away after with a strained grunt, he was about to cum yet again.

"on your hands and knees.". the power shift was immediate, his 'don't fucking disobey me right now' tone made your stomach do flips, your body obediently did what was demanded but your brain was fixing up some snarky comments to say to sam who was currently on the other side of the room, fishing out what looked like black leather handcuffs. for the first time ever you didn't dare speak as sam silently returned to you and locked your wrists together with the cuffs. "awfully quiet tonight huh?" he teased lightly.

in your defense it had been a very long time since sam took out the handcuffs and there was a sex machine right behind you, you could vaguely feel the silicon replica of your boyfriend's dick behind you. "nervous?" his tone was soft and if you looked up you knew you would see that the last traces of the warden was gone but not far behind, sam's familiar dark green eyes staring down at you with patience and concern.

pressing your lips into a thin line you mentally debated on telling him, you knew if you didn't answer he'd stop completely. making sure you we're okay, even during a rough sex session was one of sam's number one rule. "yeah i'm a bit nervous." you finally admitted while trying to hide your blush; sam's soft laugh in response to your admittance was comforting. "we'll start off slow don't worry."

you focused your attention to the cracks in the obsidian floor of the sam's office room, your ears sharply tuning in on the wet noises of lube being rubbed onto something, most likely the dildo behind you. even though you were a bit nervous to experiment with something new, you couldn't shake off the lustful buzzing that flowed throughout your body, that buzz of excitement making you more aroused.

you weren't prepared for the cold feel of a lube covered object to suddenly press against your folds, a startled gasp leaving you as your back arched up like an angry cat. the heat in your cheeks flaming down to your neck and stopping right past your collarbones as sam bursted out into laughter. "easy there its just a dildo." he'd snicker out. rolling your eyes at his snickering you slowly eased your body from its tensed up state, allowing sam to continue pushing the dildo inside of you till only the tip stretched you like.

there was nothing but silence for a few short moments then the sound of redstone springing alive filled your ears, a gasp leaving you once again when the dildo suddenly began thrusting halfway inside of you at a steady pace. "look at you." sam chuckled out lowly. "the machine just started and your face is already scrunching up in pleasure." it was true though no matter how much you didn't want to admit, your poor pussy had been painfully aching since the very beginning. you were desperate to feel something inside you again.

"let's scoot this up a bit shall we?" sam slowly edged the machine up just a slightly bit, the dildo now pushin deep inside of you with each thrust, the silicon balls of the dildo slapping against you added to the stimulation. you were dripping wet in seconds the lube only adding to your wetness, sam was completely forgotten now; steadying yourself with one hand you used your other hand to twist and pinch at your nipples, rolling and rocking your hips to your own rhythm. your gasping moans mixing sounds of the redstone busy working and the wet noises of the sex machine fucking you.

sam sat behind you in his office chair, one hand on a remote control and his other two hands eagerly strokinh himself, his hips bouncing up to audibly smack against palm of his hands. "arch your baby bunny." he'd groan out and you'd happily obligate to his orders, arching your back right as the machine picked up to an ungodly rough pace that left your lips parted in an 'o' shape and your eyes clenched closed. if only you had an pillow to grip onto for support, having nothing to grab onto left you defenseless to the beginnings of overstim. "harder." you whined out and harder the machine went with a simple push of a button from sam.

the small office was now filled with your moans and sam's groans, wet sloppy noises of his hands working his cock and your walls being slammed into. it was like a twisted erotic fairytail for adults come true. "please." you suddenly groaned out through gritted teeth, pushing back against the silicon dick so it slammed into your g-spot each time. "i'm-.." your sentence was cut off by your own loud moans, the hand on your breast audibly smacking down onto the obsidian floor. you didn't need to finish your sentence for sam to know what you meant, he had been holding off his own urge to cum ever since he was down your throat.

"sam please! please!" you continued to beg and beg for release, the tightening in your lower abdomen was nearing on painful; sam liked seeing you struggle though, he liked seeing you slowly chip away, and he liked seeing all the emotions fly across your face even though your eyes were clenched close in pleasure. you were nearly about to cry until sam uttered the words you'd been desperately clinging on. "cum." his command was the only thing you needed to break apart, a scream ripped from your throat as you came around the dildo that still ruthlessly thrusted into, your climax wasn't even finished yet you were already over stimulated, body shaking from the merciless machine that was making you see stars.

it felt like an eternity before the machine finally stopped its onslaught on your poor quivering walls, you took that moment of freedom to suck in shaky breaths and blink away the tears from your eyes. once you finally cleared your vision you had a clear view of sam standing over you. "open your mouth." he commanded, even through your blissed out mind you still found the mental strength to follow commands and open your mouth. eagerly watching the way the wardens large hands stroked himself, his thick brows furrowing until he threw he threw his head back with a groan and thick ropes of cum landed on your face and outstretched tongue.

you should definitely piss him off more.

i put my whole themussy into this, you're welcome shawty

[butcheranons]

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.”

[vespertineneon]

I barely see C!sam fluff so uh

Gn/Male reader getting home kinda injuried like dear god how are you alive and sam just trying his best to help them? Maybe injuried because of mobs OR reader is also a hybrid of sorts but certain village sees hybrids as monsters so they attempted to hunt and kill em? Idk-

I’m so in love with this oh my god. Yes yes yes a million times I fucking love this.

A/N: Reader is a Ram hybrid. They have horns (similar to Jshlatts for reference). This is very short, sorry! But I had fun writing it. Also, funny story, I came up with most of this at 2am while mumbling ideas into my voice memo app. And originally I was like “let’s do an enderman hybrid reader.” But I realized in the morning that taking a shower with Sam as A FUCKING ENDERMAN HYBRID wouldn’t be very fun.

CW: mentions of Assault, blood, injuries, medical supplies, implied nudity(not sexual.)

A horrid scene kept playing over and over in your mind. Brief flashes of a stinging pain. Everywhere. Your horns being grabbed and pulled at. Hell, it felt like they had been torn out of your skull at some point. You were beaten up and bloody. There were welts, lashes, bruises and cuts all over you from the assault. A couple of villagers had tried following you home. Eventually grabbing you and beating you unconscious. You had woken up nearly 2 hours later, covered in blood and dirt as you hazily tried to make it back to your house. But your house was far away, and you didn’t feel like walking that far. Hell, you probably COULDN’T walk that far. So you settled on walking to your boyfriend’s house instead. Upon opening the door, Sam seemed to be in more of a state of shock than you were in.

You two were now in the shower together. The water was lukewarm but it still burned when it ran over your recent wounds. Sam had already washed dirt and blood from your hair and horns. Thankfully, your horns weren’t damaged in the encounter. It was a quiet shower, with the occasional hissing noise as you sucked air through your teeth when Sam glided a soapy washcloth over more severe wounds. One gash in particular, right along your shoulder made you flinch away when he touched it.

“Y/N..”

His voice was laced with concern, but it had an aspect of demand as well. Avoiding your shoulder wound wouldn’t do you any good.

“I know.”

You uttered under your breath as you hesitantly faced Sam, pressing your head into his chest so he had better access to your shoulder. He wrapped a large arm around your waist, washing away dried blood and dirt from around the gash. You softly whined into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you tensed at the pain. And then it was over. Water poured over your shoulder, washing the soap away. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, setting down the washcloth and wrapping his other arm around you. He pressed you into his chest and swayed with you in silence for what felt like years.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Sam mumbled into your forehead as he turned off the shower.

“Mm.” It wasn’t much of a response. You didn’t even know what you were trying to communicate with a singular noise. You were too lost in a plethora of feelings. The memories of the VERY recent assault, the sting of your injuries, the calm that your boyfriend provided, the warmth of being pressed against his chest.

After drying off, you were in a tank-top and loose sweatpants. Sam was kneeling in front of the couch you were sitting on, wrapping gauze around your injuries after applying various ointments and disinfectants. He was careful and gentle when treating you, as if you would shatter if he handled your injuries to hard. He kept urging you to explain what happened, and eventually you let in, dumping everything out in a big mess of word-vomit. And he was silent and still. Stopping what he was doing as his expression was unreadable. It was an uncomfortable silence. Tense. But you ended up breaking it.

“Sam? Are you mad?”

Of course he wasn’t mad. He could never be mad at you over something that you couldn’t control. He was angry at the world. Angry at it for being so cruel and horrible.

“No.”

He stood up, putting his medical supplies away before coming back and sitting down next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your uninjured shoulder. He seemed to be shaking a little bit?

“I’m not angry. You just don’t deserve this. You mean the world to me, and I hate how others are so oblivious of how… perfect you are.” Sam was quiet, soft. He seemed a little bit shaken up at the story.

“Next time you need something from a village, you’re telling me. I’m going with you.” And that wasn’t a request. You knew he was gonna get on your ass if you ignored him. So you nodded, leaning back into him. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that. He was playing with your hair the entire time, holding you close.

You were so peaceful. But he had other things on his mind. Because he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let a few village pricks get away with hurting you.

[sergeantnex]

Sam x Hybrid!Reader: Tupping Season (Smut)

. : . : .Reader's POV. : . : .

Gasping lightly as I eased myself further into the water of a lake to clean up, the cool contrast clashing with my heated skin. I whined softly reaching my right hand down to rub against my clit. My body became overly aware of my surroundings, looking and listening for a sign of anyone that could catch me. The excitement of being caught made my hips twitch up with each touch to my clit.

Whining softly I slid my fingers down to my entrance feeling the difference between the water and my own slick from my excitement. Knots formed in my stomach as my orgasm began to build, panting I thrust my fingers a bit faster. Just as I was about to come, the sound of footsteps made me stop and slowly pull my hand away from my aching sex.

Looking back I was greeted my Sam's imposing figure, his form graced with his netherite armor. The black and golden armor framing his tall, muscular build. I lifted my eyes to meet his own and smiled softly. He nodded lightly before crouching near me, it wasn't the first time he has seen my naked considering he was my boyfriend.

"May I join you darling?" Sam questioned his voice lightly muffled by the mask he wore. Nodding I lightly tapped the water before watching him as he stood and began untying his armor to remove it. Once he was bare, he slipped in beside me sighing as his body relaxes.

Thankfully the lake was nearby our house making it easy to come out and swim at night or simply relax after a hard day. Though today was different, I had never bothered Sam during my heats. I was more sensitive and needy, with his work at the prison I didn't want to add one more thing to his plate.

I lightly rubbed my legs making it seem like I was cleaning but in reality my eyes found their way to his flaccid cock. I almost whined when thoughts of him pounding me in the lake flooded my mind. I silently cursed feeling my walls clench around nothing and more slick leak. I lightly let myself sink into the water so it covered me completely before rising back up.

Sam smiled at me lightly pulling me towards him to rest against his chest. The soft colors of the sunset looked dull compared to the green hue of Sam's skin. My chest rubbed against his making me cling to him trying to hide my face in his shoulder. I could hear him chuckle thinking I was getting embarrassed.

My body seemed to move on its own as I moved so his thigh was between my legs, pressed against my aching sex. I whined and brought my hand up to fist his hair, the pressure of his thigh against my clit felt heavenly. Sam groaned and lightly placed his hands against my hips, lightly flexing his thigh.

.:.:.Third POV.:.:.

Sam blushed a darker shade of green when (Y/n) pressed her needing sex against his thigh. He lightly held her hips and flexed his thigh in hopes to get a response from her. But all he got was a gasp and her hands holding him tighter.

"What's got you so worked up darlin'?" Sam questioned softly letting her do as she pleased. (Y/n) couldn't form words as she began to grind herself against his thigh. Her bodies natural slick making it clear to him how aroused she really was. (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes fluttered shut as she tried to get off on her lover.

It dawned on her that this alone wouldn't be enough to get her to come, she needed more. Moaning she took a hold of Sam's hand and brought it down to her sex. A deep growl was heard from Sam as she pressed his fingers in.

Sam began to thrust his fingers into her warm walls lightly rubbing them with the tips of his fingers. A high pitch moan sounded as her walls began to flutter with her release. Sam couldn't hide how aroused her taking the lead made him, it gave him a break from having to be in control. Not that he minded being in control.

"S-Sam~ please more!" (Y/n) whined rubbing her horn against his shoulder lightly. Her hips pressing down searching for relief. Sam had moved his hand away from her letting her thrust her hips against his thigh again.

"What's got you so needy little lamb?" He asked, a soft hiss filling the air. She whined and buried her face into his neck trying to avoid the question itself. Sam chuckled and shook his head leaning back against the ridge of the lake.

"If you won't tell me, you'll have to take full control over what you want. I won't help you get off properly if you don't tell me what has my little lamb so needy." Sam knew exactly what he was doing. By giving her a choice to submit completely and tell him what was wrong or she would have to get herself off without his help.

Whining (Y/n) shifted to sit in his lap completely lightly grinding his hard cock against her aching sex. Sam pushed her hips away when she moved to ride him. It felt similar to when they would have rough sex, he would be stressed from work and she would let him take it out on her. If it ever became to much for her to handle she would call their safe word, he would stop and ask if he had hurt her of if she wanted to continue.

There was a difference between then and now though and it was very slight. Due to her tupping season being in play, (Y/n) felt more vulnerable to his actions or words. She felt way to embarrassed to say that she was in heat but at the same time the action of him pushing her away brought panic and worry.

"Little lamb?" Sam looked concerned, her (e/c) eyes were glistening like she was about to cry. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it and moved to hold herself. Sam lightly reached out to her softly holding her face in his large hands.

"Sweetheart I'm not sure what's going on but all you need to do is give me our word and I'll take care of you." Sam's voice was low but it held worry. Sam watched her melt into his touch, his hands reaching up to run through (h/l) (h/c) hair that was dripping with water.

"Star.." (Y/n) mumbled softly feeling herself shake. The second the word slipped out of her mouth Sam held her close rubbing her back softly.

"I-It's just today marks my tupping season.." (Y/n) whispered hiding her face again. Sam felt confusion wash over him and before he could stop himself, he leaned back to look at her.

"Tupping season??" Sam felt even further confused when she blushed and looked away.

"It's a term from a ram mating a sheep.. to put it in simpler terms- I um.. I-I'm in heat.." (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at him feeling embarrassed and nervous at his reaction. It made sense now as things began to click in Sam's mind.

(Y/n) has been overly clingy and aroused, not including how often to was keeping their home clean. She was nesting without even realizing it and out of all the times she had been through this it never dawned on Sam. Guilt began to eat at him because this whole time he had no idea what was really going on.

"Oh little lamb~" Sam cooed lightly pressing his head against hers. She lightly reached up and held on to him. He took a moment to physically reassure her that it didn't bother him.

.:.:.Sam's POV.:.:.

(Y/n) seemed to relax as I held her a bit more. Smiling softly I reached my hand down, tracing my middle finger against her entrance. She gasped and grabbed my shoulders, her smaller frame shaking softly when I pressed my finger into her warm walls. I gently pulled her body closer to mine letting her legs wrap around my waist.

I lightly rutted my hips against hers, reaching my free hand up to pull her head back by her horn. Her loud moan echoed a bit as she let her head drop back giving me a full view of her neck. A pleased hiss escaped my throat when I leaned in to kiss and bite along her neck.

I pulled my hand away and guide her hips down against mine, my cock twitching against her own sex. Moaning I felt her lower herself on my length, I shivered and pulled her hips down towards mine a bit. I groaned feeling myself bottom out in her, (Y/n) shifted her hips forward a bit.

"Good girl~ Get yourself off, just tell me what you need" I rumbled softly letting her raise and lower her hips at her own pace. The sight was truly beautiful, my little lamb riding my cock. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair bouncing with her movements, her (e/c) eyes hazy with lust, her plump lips parted as she moans, and her little tail flicking happily behind her. I smiled softly, leaning forward to lightly knock my head with hers before kissing her.

"Sam~!" (Y/n) moaned out her walls clinching and fluttering around me. I groaned feeling her come around me, groaning I lifted her a bit to press her towards the edge of the water. Her arms were folded on the top of the ground, her head resting on them. Her back now facing me, smiling I ran my hand down from her shoulder to her hip.

Her small (f/c) tail flicking a bit making me smile, letting my hand slide to her tail. (Y/n) shivered as a lewd baa escaped her mouth as I rubbed her tail, with her distracted I reentered her dripping sex. Groaning I placed my other hand under her stomach lightly pressing against the outline of my cock.

Her body shook and trembled, her nails now digging into the ground. Her body was already sensitive from her previous release. The sight before me made a loud hiss erupt from my throat, huffing softly as I began to thrust faster into her. (Y/n) whined and moaned out to me as I began to pound into her welcoming walls.

I could feel her third release building by the way her walls clinched around me, panting I lightly ran my hand up to grab her horn and pull her up. She keened and melted into my touch as her legs shook.

"I'm close little lamb~" I mumbled, panting in her ear.

"I-Inside~" She whined out making my thrust slow.

"What was that little lamb?" I asked making her look at me by tilting her head to the side. Her (e/c) eyes were lidded as she looked towards me, her breaths heavy as she panted.

"Breed me Sam~ Please fill me~"  (Y/n) begged pressing her hips back against my own. Growling I began to thrust back into her with more speed and a bit more force. Her hand reached back searching for mine as I got closer to my own release. A hiss rose from my throat as I felt her began to come triggering my own release.

I held her hand as I began to whisper praises to her and lightly hold her to me. I slowly pulled out of her and softly eased her back in to my lap. I let her rest against me making quick but thorough work of cleaning her overstimulated sex. I began pampering her neck and shoulders in the kisses, rubbing in to places where I knew she would be sore.

"Sam?" Her voice lightly called her head tilting up at me.

"Yes darlin'?" I asked running my hand through her hair softly, making sure her was clean.

"Thank you for not leaving me." (Y/n) smiled softly, her body clearly exhausted as her eyes were struggling to stay open. Smiling lightly I shifted to put my armor back on, grabbing my shirt that she had worn down her. I lifted her from the water and slid the shirt on her before lifting her body.

"Try to stay awake for me okay? I need to make sure you eat and drink some water before we rest." I told her watching as she nods softly, her hand playing with my armor.

As we arrived home, I gently eased her body into our bed after getting her dressed into a fresh shirt. Smiling I lightly kissed her forehead after taking my armor off and setting it on the stand. I move to grab her some beef stew and and bread, with a glass of water.

"Darling, can you sit up to eat or do you need my help??" I asked setting it on the night stand before moving to help her anyway. I sat her against me as I began to feed her and offer her water. She hadn't eaten the whole bowl but I was happy she ate some before deciding she was to tired to eat. I had finished the bowl and taken it to the sink before moving to lay with her.

"I love you little lamb." I whispered while placing a kiss to her head.

"I love you too Warden~" (Y/n) said with a sleepy giggle making me playfully roll my eyes.

[anarchiststories]

"my friends don't believe we're dating so we have to make out."

c!awesamdude x reader

summary: you went to a party with some friends and coinidentally found your boyfriend. your friends don't believe he's yours, so you prove them wrong. wordcount: 549 notes: sam<3 masterlist

Why did it have to be here, right now?

You were out with some friends at a festival a few days away and you didn’t think there would be anyone at the festival you knew beforehand. Unsurprisingly to you, there was a certain person there that you recognized and wished you hadn’t.

One of your friends was currently slung across a mans lap, intoxicatedly giggling at him, so they were out of the question. Another had walked upstairs with two other people, so that’s two down. Your third friend was in the middle of a conversation with a group and you weren’t the type to burst into the middle of a conversation.

You bit your lip, glancing around nervously. You bumped into a tall, green-haired hybrid, mumbling a sorry as you tried to slip away. The hybrid held onto your arm, preventing you from falling or bumping into anyone else. You looked up, now taking the moment to recognize just who it was that had caught you.

There stood your dearest boyfriend that you had missed oh so much. The Awesamdude, or Sam as you’d grown to know him.

“Hey, don’t pull away, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

God dammit.

You nodded silently, letting him hold your arm until you reached back, taking his hand in yours like you always did in private. It’d been a while, so it felt a little awkward. Your transponder buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out, reading the message silently.

It was from the groupchat with the friends that were at the party as of the moment.

“Who’s the dude with Y/n?” “Dunno.” “Oooo is this your fabeled boyfriend??” “Lmaooo bet it’s just some random guy.”

You rolled your eyes, turning and noticing that they were all downstairs and watching you like a hawk. Sam noticed how uncomfortable you’d grown and cupped your face gently.

“Lovebird? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, Sammy. Don’t worry about it.”

You gave him a smile as you thought, leaning into his chest for a hug. All of your friends believed you were lying about having a boyfriend. With a grin, you beckoned for him to bend down.

“Hey, I know you’re not a big fan of PDA, but I need you to make out with me in front of my friends.”

“What.”

“They thought I was joking when I said we’re dating and nothing is changing their minds.”

He stared at you, thinking and weighing the consequences before shrugging, leaning down and giving you the first of many kisses that night.

The next day, your transponder was going off with messages from your friends.

“Oh my god.” “There’s no way he’s actually ur bf.”

You snickered as you typed your response.

“Yes, he is. We just woke up, actually.” “No fucking way. Give us proof. Now.”

With a giggle, you leaned back and took a picture of Sam burying his face into your neck with a mumble. You pet a hand against his head, sending the image. He looked at you with a soft, confused expression. You rubbed a hand against his chest, snuggling into him. “They still didn’t believe me so I send them a picture of us.”

He hummed, wrapping his arms around you once more and hugging you close.

“Mmm… whatever makes you happy, lovebird.”

© anarchiststories 2021. do not copy, steal, or translate my works, under any circumstances.

[character-dsmp-things]

How DSMP characters react to you forgetting to sleep.

I’m not very well versed in their characters minus a select few so most of these might be a bit out of character

•Platonic C!DSMP

❍Romantic Version

Possible TW: Insomnia, workaholic, cursing, violent jokes, mention of drugs.

H/P: home place

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Antfrost:

He takes not that you’re not acting like yourself.

Waits for a while to see if it shapes out by itself before stepping in

He’d pull you aside in the morning and ask very plainly if you’re feeling alright.

In typical Y/N fashion you say that your “fine”.

Knowing in his mind you’re not “fine” he’d ask you again this time with a harsher tone,

Once you inevitably agreed, he’d send you to bed telling you he’d bring you food later but that you weren’t allowed to come out of your room till you slept.

Awesamdude:

My man works in a prison, there really isn’t a good way for him to help you.

He’d still try, as any good friend would.

He’d send you some things that might help you relax such as lavender and a blanket.

BadBoyHalo:

We all know he’s so sweet but there’s still more to his character.

He’s observant and picks up on your sleepiness faster that most would.

In the early morning he’d hand you a cup of warm chocolate milk. (Because ain’t no sane person bouts drink warm 2% it stanky)

“Hey, I know it’s not my place to ask. But you’ve seemed very tired lately… has something been getting in the way of your sleep?”

Y/N fashion means you say nothing, adverting your eyes and trying to avoid the question.

He’d mumble something under his breath along the lines of “You Muffin-Head.” Before shifting into a smaller form than his usual 9 feet.

He’d politely ask you to go to the couch. If you refused he’d “encourage” you with a few “light” shoves. (I.e. Force you to sit on the couch.)

You’d spend that afternoon sleeping on the couch as he made sure you were comfortable.

Captain Puffy:

Not on her watch you don’t. Puffy is very much a parental figure to most. She’d just be so blunt.

“Nope, you’re going to bed. Don’t care what you say. You have to sleep.”

Dream:

His character isn’t really the most empathetic, unless your George..

Though for the sake of this let’s just say, he does care at least a little.

“Are you an idiot Y/N” (tbh probably/j)

“Fucking sleep or I kill you”

Eret:

She’d be worried as most would be.

They’d stop their duties and make a few hours to talk to you.

He’d ask about your sleep, tell you that she’s noticed your behavior changing.

Eventually leading to them taking the day off just to help you sleep.

Laying out a quiet time for the land and such.

Foolish:

He has higher intuition than most.

Noticing your sudden behavior change he’d politely ask. Once rejected he’d politely make you lay there as he explained some really boring crap.

Fundy:

Canonical anthropomorphic fox?

Fundy would make you a cave (a dark room with padded floors) and ask you to hibernate

GeorgeNotFound:

He honestly wouldn’t notice, being to busy sleeping himself.

Jack Manifold:

“Go to sleep you fucking idiot!”

And other ‘polite’ words of encouragement.

Jschlatt:

He’d just ask someone else to take care of you.

Though he would eventually check up on you himself.

Karl:

He’d make jokes about it, trying to slip by a few encouraging words.

“You know what I call a sheep that’s asleep?”

“Ashleep” *insert giggiling*

Niki:

She’d casually bring it up during a conversation.

“Have you been sleeping okay?”

“Is there something I can do that might make you sleep better?”

Ph1lza:

I personally don’t think he’d go dad mode.

He’d more than likely confront you about his consern

“You should sleep Y/N.”

He wouldn’t force you Just highly recommend it

Keeping some crows around you to remind you to take a break in the future

Quackity:

You’d more than likely be working for him.

He’d take notice of the decreasing quality of your work

“Your works been shit.”

“What the fuck is wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure we have something for that, no I’m joking, I don’t know how to handle this.. you know what. I’m going to turn down the music. That’s probably the problem.” He didn’t even let you speak.

Ranboo:

“You’ve been spacing out.. for a while Y/N..”

He’d have logged it in his journal. Marking it as important several times.

“Have you been forgetting to sleep? I know I do that sometimes.”

He’d try and connect with you over it.

“Why don’t we both take a nap?”

Sapnap:

He’d walk into the living room all saucy teasing you as he probably would even though you’re just friends “Ayo, hot mamas~?” (He would still call a man that and you can fight me on that.

“Wha- wait hold up, have you been sleeping ?”

He’s honestly not observant and only realized because you didn’t respond as you normally do.

Skeppy:

He’d honestly try and knock you out.. with a pillow

“Sleep prank!”

Slimecicle:

“Y/N of H/P, your face looks different than when I met you.”

You’d as you should be absolutely lost in trying to comprehend his speech.

“Y/N of H/P have you been sleeping the correct amount recommended by.. sleep?”

Technoblade:

He’d be rightfully annoyed.

“You’ve been worse than usual. Beating you isn’t fun anymore are you okay?”

He’d find some way to make it seem like you’re inconveniencing him. Though in reality it’s his way of showing affection.

Tommy:

He would get mad.

“Why haven’t you slept! You’re dumb! Fuckin stupid! Sleep you idiot!”

So sweet… 😬

Tubbo:

This man has a kid, he knows the deal.

“Hey, Y/N you’ve been sluggish, have you been sleeping okay? You’re starting to worry me.”

He’d recommend you things that help him sleep.

Wilbur:

“You can’t be a good leader if your tired.”

“I can tell you this much you’re going to want to get as much sleep as you can. You never know when you’ll need to spring into action.. it’s always better to be rested.”

Surprisingly compassionate.

[imagines-babes]

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aweSamdude

If the world was ending

It was ordinary day, watching Sam stream till the tv muted to only hear an alarm saying The world is ending. How would they end that day

I can’t help

It's Sam's turn to plan a date this week. Him remembering one of the things that y/n used to do as a kid. Both spend the evening together and dance in the rain.

You Look Lonely

After a fun night with y/n friends. Sam picked them up at the bar and she’s drunk. Drunk y/n gets a little frisky with Sam.

Euthanasia

It’s y/n special day. But it’s not till the end y/n finds out it special.

[grace122]

My boobies hurt rn, all I want is for sam to suck and play with them to make them hurt less😞

aw i’m sorry about your painful boobs anon😭💜

sam would definitely want to help out when you say your boobs are hurting, he’d immediately be there massaging them before gradually starting to pull off your shirt and bra. He’d suck on your nipples and look up at you with almost heart eyes while massaging them with his huge hands, this would probably end in sam cuming in his sweatpants because even though he was just trying to help the whimpers and moans that spilled from your mouth as he took the pain away drove him insane🫠

[xoxoluvnicole]

For X Reader request, can I suggest an c!Awesamdude one with the headcanon of him having a bit of fur to him and how cozy cuddles with him would be?

i love this sm omg. im not used to writing canon fics but i’ll always give it my best shot!

cw: pet names

~

Your house was freezing. It was the dead of winter and your heat decided to stop working. When you first built your house you made it without a fireplace, banking on the hope that your heating system would stay working.

You had called Sam at the prison, complaining of your unfortunate situation. “I’m so cold, Sammy. It must’ve gone out sometime last night.”

You were hoping Sam would come over and fix the red stone for you. He would do it as soon as you asked since he was better at it anyway.

“I’ll be over when I finish my shift, love.” He grumbled through the phone. He still tried to be sweet even when he had to be so tough for work.

You swung your front door open as soon as he knocked. He walked in and hung his armor on your armor stand.

“Can you pleaseee fix it? I’m turning blue here..”

Sam chuckled. “I’m really tired, honey. Can I do it in the morning? We can cuddle to keep you warm.”

I nodded knowing he was like a personal body heater.

We went up to my room and Sam took off his undershirt. His forrest green chest was showing along with the layer of fur he had.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. Your head settled on his shoulder. Cuddling with him felt like sleeping with a good quality blanket straight out of the dryer.

“Thank you for coming over.” I mumbled into his chest. I pushed my head into his fur, my cheek was now warm in contrast to the cold house.

“Anything for you, darling.” He replied, wrapping his arms tightly around your back.

[shinyeeveelvl]

smut ahead and random thoughts. And yes I know I'm a c!Sam simp lmao

C!Sam is a stripper,right? So image Sam giving you a show just to turn you on im thinking more of a male y/n when I say this, him seeing your hard on through your pants and desides to help you out by grinding into you causing you to cum in your pants and he just smirks at you knowing you'll have to walk back to your base in that state.

I need to stop having these random thoughts lmao

[elias-code]

Prisoner 0.5 - Part I

a classic c!Technoblade x gn!reader

c!Techno/reader/c!awesam/c!Dream

Link to part 2 (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Significant blood, death, gore

Summary: You're here to break Techno out, but aren't super bothered bringing Dream along if Techno insisted. You and Sam fight, he's desperate to lock you in there with them but you're more desperate to get Techno out. SFW, lots of gore though! It's fluff, Dream mainly being confused and there because he has to be (lmao nothing against you big-man)

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A growl rose in your throat, “Technoblade,” is the snarl that rang in the hall.

Your hands and arms were covered in nicks, cuts, and blood. The blood was not all your own.

“Ah, he’s why you’re here. I’ll tell you once again,” He panted, “Pandora’s Vault will not be having visitors,” Sam sneered at you, clutching his side where your blade had just met flesh.

Instead of slowing, you doubled down on your onslaught, intent on taking at least one of the Warden’s canon lives whether he let you into the prison or not. He’d let you come in, through the portals, before shutting them behind you and trying to pull one over on you. As soon as you’d come through the portal, you could see his sweat on his brow, holding eye contact as he had you read aloud and sign the contracts.

You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy. He’s the man holding the two strongest people in a cell together right now. He’s the one who locked your lover away.

-

“Look, I gave Phil my Will because I know you’re going to come looking for me,” Technoblade explained.

You furrowed your brow, fully knowing he was right. It didn’t ease the void forming in your stomach, already aching from his departure. “Why would I need to come looking?” He’s going to die.

“Because you worry too much,”

“Do not.” You retort. The banter was much needed. As soon as his party was over and the rest of the Syndicate took their leave, he’d told you all about his encounter with Quackity on the mountain. Both of you knew it was fishy, so you begged him not to go. If Quackity was telling the truth, he explained, and I abandoned Dream-

Secretly, you’d been worrying, planning this out. You made sure not to tell Phil, Niki, or Ranboo about it, to keep the worry to yourself. They were part of the plan to get him free in case of an emergency, but they didn’t need to know about it until he needed help.

-

As your sword met his, easily blocking a weak blow from the creeper, and you leaned into his face, “I’m not here for Dream, I’m here for Techno. Let me go and I’ll leave your other two canon lives intact.”

He grit his teeth and pushed you away, blood trails leading from his mouth down his neck. “As if I’d let you do that! I put him in here for a reason, and I intend to do the same to you.”

The fight worsened, you almost felt bad for the warden, but you had something he did not: Love. You fought because you needed him back. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t there for Dream. If Dream came with, you wouldn’t have an issue, but as far as you were concerned he deserved to be in there.

Sam, on the other hand, deserved a worse punishment. He claimed to be untainted, a strict rule follower, but he and Quackity went behind everyone’s backs to lock Techno, your boyfriend, in prison. He was a hypocrite. Not to mention, he let Ghostbur die, who you were quite fond of, and he let Tommy die and then be revived by Dream. It left the poor boy scarred, and no matter how annoying you found him, you weren’t gun-ho on the traumatizing children part of the deal.

As you parried his hits, less than flawlessly, but well enough, you pondered this. The voices in your head, as well as Techno’s were frantic. Sam set the alarm, so Techno must have known you were there for him. They screamed, SLIT HIS THROAT, RIP SAM, LET HIM KNOW WHO HE’S MESSING WITH, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.

Sam stumbled backwards from a particularly harsh blow, slamming into the lectern he kept the guest list on. You took your shot, aiming for the heart, you plunged your sword into his chest and through the pages behind.

“See you on the other side, Sam,” You said, almost cheerfully. He slipped from the lectern when you pulled your blade out. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be back shortly with Ant and probably some others, so you quickened your pace.

You learned from Tommy how the warden got through all of the contraptions. He’d nervously watched Sam go through those multiple times. Even though his knowledge was spotty, you were managing.

Door after door, you could hear your heart beat harder. “I’m almost there, Tech, hold on…”

Technoblade, staring through the lava, was thrilled to read Sam’s death message in the chat, but less thrilled that it was your sword that ended his life. It confirmed that you were here for him, and he never wanted to see you hurt. As much as he made fun of you for it, he was worried.

Techno’s eyes met yours as the lava receded, gazes piercing, almost as if you were trying to burn a hole in his soul. They stung with tears and felt close to melting due to the sudden lava proximity. You didn’t think about it. You had more important fish to fry.

Once you got to the other side, you ran to him, the Netherite blocks descending into the floor. Dream was cowering in the corner, thinking you were either here to come kill him or Techno. Instead, you flew into Techno’s arms, being crushed into a hug by a man who you’d just seen a couple of days prior, although it felt like an eternity.

Dream was confused, to say the least. His inventory was full of scribbles about the prison, its layout, everything Sam did, and whatever he could think of. He was taking in the sight, someone he’d never met being kissed by the only man he’d ever met that’d be able to rival him. Techno was not one to share his love story with other people, and so he failed to mention your name to Dream.

“Wh- what the fuck?” He sputtered.

“Can you get the netherite? Those are netherite blocks!” Techno pointed, you feigned interest as you swiftly mined them. You didn’t have the time but you didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Dream, nice to meet you. I’m here to get you two out. I’m Techno’s partner.”

“I didn’t know he had-“

“Do we have to bring him?” You gestured to Dream, “No offense, Mr. Dream but you seem like an asshole.” Techno chuckled.

“Dream, you ready to call in that favor?”

[smelted-applejuice]

You wanted Sam requests? I got you <3

Okay, pretty basic idea.

What if reader forces c!Sam out of the prison for a day of fun?

Pairing(s): c!Awesamdude x Reader Desc: Mister Sam and his partner go out for the day. Word Count: 0.2k Pronouns: N/A

(+) “You should come outside!”

(+) “... Fine, sure” (+) “But you ha- wait what?” (+) Today was the day your husband was finally taking a break and coming outside! (+) You guys roamed around the SMP, hand in hand together and unstoppable. (+) Before you guys went out, you took him home and made sure Sam got a shower because he smelt of smoke and lava. (+) People were shocked to see you two out, and they were happy to see you with a smile on your face (+) You guys stop by a bakery before going to the park where you would lay a blanket out and cuddle while eating (+) Sam would hold you close and breathe in your scent, happy to smell something other than the prison. He didn’t want to be weird so he kissed your head making you giggle. (+) You hold onto him, happy to see him out of his armor and actually having him here (+) “I love you, Sam” (+) “I love you too.. If not more.” (+) Eventually he would have to return to the prison and there was a lot of sadness (+) Sam kissed your lips and told you he would see you tomorrow when you do your daily meal drop off. (+) You return the kiss and remind him you’ll see him tomorrow too.