#awesamdue x reader

[batwritings]

You Need to Relax

Sam needs a break, let's be honest. Enjoy~!

Warning! Mention of spoilers for Ponk and Quackity's recent lore streams!

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The minute the door closed, Sam knew he could breathe. He could drop the warden act once he left the prison for the evening but it never really hit him until he walked through the door. His back hit the door and he let out a sigh.

The thoughts of recent events plagued his mind over and over. Between Ponk's shenanigans that had to end so, so badly and Big Q's insistence on his plans for Dream, Sam was torn a thousand times over. He just couldn't catch a break.

Pushing off the door, Sam made slow work of pulling off his armor, his tense muscles loosening with each piece. As he was about to set down his trident, a pair of quick footsteps caught his ear. Immediately his defenses were back up as he drew his weapon, soft hissing leaving his throat.

The moment you came into view, Sam lets out a loud sigh. "You really need to start announcing yourself sweetheart," he said, setting his trident aside.

"I just heard you come home and got excited to see you," you mumbled, slightly guilty at spooking your creeper boyfriend.

A fond smile found it's way to his lips as he embraced you tightly. "You're fine hon," he hummed, loving holding your smaller frame against him. It was the only time protecting someone didn't really wear on him.

You pulled back slightly, standing on your tiptoes to cup his green-speckled face in your hands. "You look so tired Sammy," you cooed, smiling sadly at the way he sunk into your touch.

Sam hummed, black and green eyes fluttering shut. "What can I say," he said, muffled a little by your palms. "Being the warden wears on a guy after a while." Sam tried to keep his tone light in hopes to assuage your worries.

Unfortunately for him, you saw right through him. Your much smaller hands pulled his arms off you as you dropped to your knees in your shared doorway. Without saying a word, you got to work on Sam's pants, pulling them down to his knees, starting to palm him through his underwear.

Sam's eyes went wide and his breath hitched behind his mask. "W-what're you doin' sweets?" he asked, trying to stop himself from arching his hips into your touch.

"Helping you relax," you answered, eyes tilting up to meet his. You watched him carefully as you pressed kisses up his hardening length. You let your hands wander up under his shirt a bit to draw little circles over his hips. You smiled mischievously as you pulled him free of his briefs.

"You don't..." Sam cleared his throat, transfixed by your gaze. "You don't have to do that." The small fan in his mask was going into overdrive at how quickly his face was heating up.

"I want to though," you responded, eyeing the now fully hardened member before you. You smile faltered for a brief moment. "Do you want me to stop?"

That was his out and he knew it. He knew he could handle his job, but the way your eyes sparkled up at him, the way you genuinely wanted to help...he just couldn't tell you no. "Not at all baby. Go ahead."

Your bright smile returned as you flattened your tongue and ran it from base to head to hear Sam's first stuttered moan. You took the head between your lips, tongue lolling over the head as you felt a hand run through your locks.

Sam was staring down at you, one hand on the door behind him to steady himself. You could see just barely see the dark green of his irises now, his eyes looking almost pure black between his sclera and blown pupils. You loved this look on him so much, eyes a beautiful mix of adoration and lust.

You kept your pace slow, easing your way down until your nose met the neat, coarse hair that Sam kept clean, just for you. "Holy--" your warden gasps, hand tightening in your hair. Just to keep him on his toes, you puled back and pressed a kiss to his tip before sliding back down.

Sam moaned loudly, head leaning back and hitting softly against the front door. Your pace was steady now, your tongue catching gently on the veins you had already mapped out in your head. Meanwhile your hybrid boyfriend was becoming a moaning mess above you, trying so hard not to snap his hips in the lovely wet heat enveloping him. He was mumbling out praises, pleas, and your name like they were his mantra.

Now, dating a creeper, it was pretty common to hear some hissing every once and again. Over time, you had come to realize Sam's hissing had different tones and meaning. The soft, almost bubbling hissing that you heard now was telling you he was close. As you felt yourself gag on his cock, a soft moan left your throat, vibrating across his sensitive member.

Without a warning, Sam spilled down your throat abruptly, shuddered moans echoing around the room. You did your best to catch it all and keep it in your mouth, though some did escape and dribble down your chin as you pulled off him slowly. You scooped it up on your fingers, sucking them clean as you watched Sam simmer down from his high.

Before you could ask how good that was for him, he was moving in a blur, pulling his pants and briefs back up and hauling you off the floor over his shoulder. "Sam? What's going on?" Your creeper boyfriend didn't answer you until you were plopped on your shared bed.

Sam knelt before you, large hands on your thighs. "Thank you baby," he hummed. "Now let me do the honor of returning the favor."

[teddy06writes]

Here For You

requested by this anon: “hi! i have autism and i really really loved your fic of karlnapity w an autistic s/o, and i think it’s very well written! do you think you could write something along the lines of that but with sam? thank u so much :]”

{Thank you for the feedback on the first one, again please let me know if I misrepresented anything in this fic, I love getting feed back on this sort of thing so that I know how to correct things in the future}

Awesamdue x autistic!reader

trigger warnings: mentions of an almost sensory overload, maybe some swears, nothing too big

premise: Sam is always there to help you when you need it even if it means kicking his friends out of your post corona meet up party

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You stifled a yawn, glancing around the room. 

It was getting late, but still your and Sam’s friends were sill around the living room, chatting amicably over the music that someone had begun to play at some point, making no signs of leaving soon. 

The night had started off well, with only about half the people that were there now, it had been easier then, but you’d forgotten that another group of people would be joining the party later on.

Slowly, as the people, and there volume increased you had begun to find it harder to think, and harder to focus.

So now you sat, off to the side, trying to pay attention to the conversations happening around you as your ears seemed to buzz from the noise. 

The skin on the back of your neck prickled as someone opened a window, letting cool night air flood into the room, the combination of the cold air and the extra sound of the wind outside making your hands shake as you tried to continue, tracing patterns onto the arm of your chair. 

From across the room Sam smiled at you reassuringly, but his gaze only seemed to make your skin crawl. 

Fundy bumped your shoulder, not seeming to notice how you flinched as he offered you the tray of cookies to be set on the table. 

You nodded softly, taking the tray with shaking hands and sliding it onto the table, quickly pulling your hands back as Ranboo and Tubbo attacked it. 

Tommy started to call at Techno to hand him one of the cookies, and their added bickering made you bite your lip as everything seemed to heighten, and you struggled to get a full breath. 

Quickly, and quietly, you stood, murmuring something to Niki to excuse yourself before heading off to the bathroom. 

Locking the door behind you, you leaned against it, trying to calm your breathing, and push back the sensory overload that had been building up the whole night.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you shuffled out of the way to open it for Sam, who quickly asked, “You alright (y/n)?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. 

He quickly looked over you, recognizing the pained look on your face, “Should I ask them to leave?”

“mhhmm.” You nodded quickly.

“okay,” He said softly, “I’ll be right back my love.”

And then he was gone and you were slowly pushing yourself back against the wall, slowly sliding down onto the cold tile of the bathroom, which only made you shiver more. 

Outside you could hear people making apologies and saying goodbyes, and then with the sound of the door closing loudly you jumped, though the buzzing of your ears seeming to calm down. 

Your skin still prickled against the cold floor as Sam returned, offering you your headphones, music already playing, and setting a glass of water next to you, before sitting down against the opposite wall. 

You pulled the headphones on, letting the familiarity of your favorite songs wash over you. 

Sam stayed where he was for a while, waiting patiently, until you quietly scooted over to him, murmuring, “Thank you.”

He gently wrapped an arm around you, “I’ll always be here to help you, (y/n).”