#core4

[afewnovelideas]

[satinsummer]

Chapter 4: What do I wear?

Summary: It’s date night. Will Y/N be able sweep Sam off her feet? Will the night go as planned? Lets find out

Chapter 5: https://www.tumblr.com/satinsummer/761292503089627136/chapter-5-she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not

Pairings: G!P Reader x Fem!SamCarpenter

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Drug Use (smoking weed), Smut!!!! 18+ MEN & MINORS DONT INTERACT

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Nobody's Pov:

The first thing Y/N noticed when she woke up wasn't the light shinning in through the blinds in Sam's room nor was it the footsteps she heard outside of the bedroom door. Instead the first thing she noticed was Sam's barely covered lower half was nestled perfectly against her, pushing back every so slightly as the girl shifted in her sleep. This was not a good position for Y/N AT ALL, being as though they both agreed to take things slow it began to get harder and harder both physically and literally. Y/N had to fight the urge to press herself more into the older girl, just to let her feel how happy she is to see her, to feel her, and much much more but that could wait. Trying to fight the battle in both her heads, she realized she had two options: sleep it off or cold shower. The fist choice didn't sound too bad unless she counted the fact that this is how she ended up having to make this VERY hard decision.

Y/N wished she could have Sam, right here and now but that would happen in due time. Gently rubbing the girl in her arms back, Y/N whispered Sam's name to which she immediately perked up. She was never much of a heavy sleeper when everyone was over since something was always breaking. "Mmmm" Sam hums in response to the girl behind her. "I need to go take care of this.." Y/N trails off, while pressing her hips into Sam to emphasize her point. Suddenly, Sam's entire body feels like it's on fire, sure she's felt Y/N get hard and press against her the few times they made out but this was different. There was a lot less clothing involved and Sam could've sworn she felt it twitch.

Turning her head slightly and pressing herself further unto Y/N's body, she wrapped her arm around the back of Y/N's head and began to kiss her. The grip Y/N had on Sam's hip was almost bruising, she was trying so hard not to lose control. She had been so respectful in the way that she kissed and touched Sam. Allowing everything to move at her pace. Sam bit her bottom lip, while Y/N's hand left her hip to wrap around her throat never pulling her mouth away from Sam's. As Sam moaned into her mouth she felt her brain going hazy all thoughts of taking things slow starting to vanish until she heard the voices outside of her door. "They are probably fu-" "Chad finish that sentence and I'll kill you" Tara yells, charging towards the boy only to get scooped up by her girlfriend. "Okay, okay. Let's make you something to eat?" Y/BF/N suggests. "We all know Y/N/N is the chef, we don't eat till she cooks" Anika declares.

Pulling back from Sam, Y/N dropped down on the bed now staring up at the ceiling. Putting her hands over her face, she giggled a bit. "They are capable of cooking yet they always want me to do it." She sighs moving her hands. "You are the Chef" Sam replies climbing on top her, just before she could drop her hips down Y/N caught her with a smirk. "You said slow, Sammy" Placing a kiss to her forehead she moved from underneath her and walked over towards the door. "Cold shower, then breakfast. I suggest the same for you" Y/N says smiling, spinning around and walking out of the room before the older carpenter has a chance to even form a coherent response.

After a very needed cold shower and reset Y/N exits the bathroom and heads towards the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. "So, how was your night" Y/BF/N smirks leaning against the counter. "I have no idea what you mean" Y/N replies not turning around to face her best friend knowing she couldn't hide the lovesick look on her face. "Yeah, sure. First she's threatening you, next your sharing beds and going on a date. Welcome to dating a Carpenter 101 the next stop is: GIRLFRIEND TOWN" Y/BF/NN laughs throwing her arm around Y/N. "But seriously, Sam is great and you seem to be actually sleeping when you're with her. That's great Y/N/N" She continues. "Sam is great, she’s more than great..she’s everything Y/BF/N" Y/N whispers, eyes not daring to leave the food in front of her afraid she'd seem too vulnerable.

With a squeeze to her shoulder and kiss to her head Y/BF/N softly said "You're so lovesick it's disgusting" Elbowing her in the ribs Y/N finally let her eyes meet her best friends just as Sam entered the kitchen. "I don't know what to where on this date tonight, is there a dress code?" She questions Y/N.

Flipping the french toast, Y/N thought about it. Was there a dress code? In reality Sam could've worn a burlap sack and Y/N would still show her off like the best dressed in the room. "No dress code, may I ask what color you feel best in?" "Black" Sam says "So we wear black, got it. 8pm, you and me. I'll be leaving after breakfast to get a little shopping done beforehand and I'll pick you up around 7:15?" Y/N asks peering over at Sam while she begins plating all the food and fruit. When did Sam stock up on fruit? It was on her list but a trip to the market just seemed too grueling. Had Y/N taken care of that for her? "I seen the list on the fridge when I came in last night, had all of it and some extras delivered for you this morning. No need for an unnecessary trip!" She informs the girl standing in shock before her. "Gremlins, your breakfast is ready" Y/N yells and all of them come rushing into the kitchen just like the name she had called them by.

Y/N had cooked and made sure all the dishes were done before her and Y/BF/N left set out to find the perfect outfit for Y/N and Sam's date. "Where are you taking her?" Y/BF/N asks, staring out the window as they rode to the mall. "Sampan" Y/N replies, racking her brain for outfit ideas. She didn't want to over or under-dress and She was sure Sam thought she only had tshirts, cargos, sweats and chef jackets. Y/N wanted to show off how good she looked with Sam, she wanted to compliment her in all the right ways.

"Isn't that the place in Philly, that always has a line? Let me guess my always prepared best friend either made a reservation OR you know the chef. Which is it" Y/BF/N questions, holding out an invisible microphone in her hand. Playing into it Y/N responds "Uh, I'll take. I made a reservation but happen to know the sous chef from school for 1000 please." The both burst into a fit a laughter that reminds Y/N why she was so grateful for her best friend. Pulling up to the mall they brainstormed ideas on what Y/N should wear bouncing between quarter-zips and cardigans to polos and rugby shirts. They found themselves in the fitting room of a Uniqlo jumping up and down having finally found the best outfit for tonight. Y/N had a the perfect pair of filling pieces penny loafers to complete the outfit.

The girls had left the mall around 2:30 which still gave Y/N a bit of time to tie up some loose ends. She dropped her car off for a full service and detail, made sure to have the flowers ready for pick up a block away from Sam's apartment and had began getting ready for her first date with the girl of her dreams.

3hrs 45mins Later, 7:15pm

To Y/N surprise she wasn't nervous about this date at all, maybe that's because she hadn't even laid eyes on Sam yet. She had made it up the stairs to quickly for her liking, trying not to seem as eager as she actually was, Y/N cleared her throat and knocked on the door. After a minute it swung open and she was greeted by Tara who was trying to put on the whole "What are your intentions with my sister act" and in the process she threatened to drag Y/N by the fingernails if she hurt Sam in any way. Which Tara knew wasn't going to happen by the look in Y/N's eyes the moment Sam came into her field of vision.

"Ready?" Sam questions softly, slipping on her heels. Y/N's mouth is suddenly dry, her brain has short circuited and she can't stop her eyes from roaming all over Sam's body, taking her in completely and getting lost in her legs that seemed to go on for miles. She wore a simple black dress, nothing super short but it showed off her legs just the right way, her hair was down in loose curls framing her face perfectly. "Y-Mhm. I--These are for you" Y/N extends her arm out holding the vase of flowers towards Sam. They were already trimmed and in water to save Sam the time of doing a task instead of just reveling in receiving a gift.

(Sam's Outfit Ref.)

"Thank you, they're beautiful Y/N/N and already in a vase. You're so thoughtful." Sam finishes, pressing a kiss to the girls cheek and running off down the hall to put the flowers on her nightstand. As Sam walks back towards Y/N she's able to do her own gawking. If it were up to Sam, she would have Y/N dressed up like this everyday, so put together yet ready to be ruined as soon as Sam gave her the go ahead. This is going to be an interesting night she thought to herself.

(Y/N outfit ref.)

Grabbing Y/N's wrist and pulling her out of the apartment and into the hall. She pressed her up against the wall just next it, placing a searing kiss on Y/N's lips "You look good" She states wiping her lipstick off of Y/N's bottom lip with her thumb. Still standing there trying to push the unholy thoughts about her date out of her mind Y/N stumbled to catch up with Sam who was now almost halfway out of the building. "Let me get that for you" Y/N steps around Sam holding the door open for her to exit, she does the same thing when they get to her car. Sam could get used to this type of treatment, with Y/N it was like everything was always handled and in order but somehow she made sure never felt obligated or pressured within anything that transpired between them. She felt safe with Y/N.

Making sure the directions to the restaurant were set and correct, Y/N double checks everything before finally pulling off and heading to their destination. The ride there was smooth, filled with the playlist Y/N made just for today. Along the way Sam had slipped her hand into Y/N's free one that rested on the center console as she continued driving. Smiling softly to herself when she felt Y/N squeeze her hand in an effort to let the girl know she was still present with her even if they sat a comfortable silence. "We should be there shortly" Y/N says after a moment looking over at Sam who was already looking at her. "Have you ever been to Sampan before?" She questions. Sam shakes her head and chuckles "I've barely been outside of the city, save for when we moved from Woodsboro" She added. "Hmm, we'll have to change that now wont we Sammy" Y/N says sparing another glance at the beautiful girl beside her.

Soon they're pulling up to a restaurant that has a line of people standing outside. Sam is now rethinking her outfit, this wasn’t something she wanted to stand outside in but maybe she'd just have to trust the other girl just this once.

Y/N parked the car and after hopping out and offering a helping hand to Sam, they walked into the restaurant. After a brief conversation and a few greetings Y/n & Sam were lead to a private table in the back of the restaurant. Y/N wanted this to be special for Sam, so she pulled more strings than she mentioned earlier when talking to her best friend. She was able to get in contact with the sous chef at Sampan. His name is Ryder, he was in her culinary program before going full-time in the restaurant. He was more than happy to make the accommodations for Y/N as long as she agreed to share her secret to cooking waygu perfect each time. To Y/N this was a small price to pay to guarantee Sam's comfort.

"I hope this isn't too much, I didn't want to have you bumping shoulders with strangers plus you can see the kitchen from here." Y/N points over in the direction of the kitchen after finishing. Sam's heart swelled at the thought Y/N put behind simply getting a table where she wasn't surround by others or too exposed to be comfortable for her liking instead she made sure they were tucked away in a large round booth just left of the open kitchen and bar. "There's also an exit just behind us, if at any point you'd like to le-" Y/N didn't have a chance to finish her sentence because as she continued to make sure Sam was comfortable, she couldn't help but kiss her square on the mouth in efforts to show her undying appreciation for the thought and detail that had been put into their first date. "Thank you" She says leaning her forehead against Y/N's. Ryder soon approaches the table, greeting both girls and asking what could he get for them and reminding Y/N that whatever they needed or wanted would be taken care of. Y/N orders water for the table and asks whats on the chef's specialized menu for tonight. Without second thought she asks Sam if she'd like to order herself or have her do it. Sam sits back allows Y/N to take control. Shortly after several plates of food are filling the table they sat at, each dish served with it's name and description while being placed down.

Y/N had ordered a 7 Course tasting experience for the two of them allowing Sam to swoon even harder over the younger girl. They talked, shared laughs and sweet kisses while feeding one another and trying not to make something out of nothing but when Y/N is looking at Sam, eyes low and hazy. Taking in every part of her face while telling her how pretty she is. Sam has to fight against her initial response of "Show me how pretty you think I am" and settling for a deep look into Y/N's eyes and whispering "Mmm, You think so?" A coy smile playing on her lips. Y/N is now leaning in eyes dark and hungry, pressing her lips to Sam's cheek for rasping out "I know so" into her ear. Once again the older girls body was set ablaze. She felt Y/N's hand drop to her thigh, now seated back looking at everything going on around her.

She felt her hand tracing shapes on her inner thigh and it was not calming her down especially not when Y/N's hand dropped a bit lower and squeezed, as she smiled over at her. She had to know what she was doing, couldn't she see the way she was making all of Sam's thoughts of taking it slow wither away? Couldn't she feel the heat radiating off of her body? Did she need to spell it out for her? She wanted, no she NEEDED Y/N. She needed her like she needed air and water to live. A soft voice broke Sam out of her thoughts "Come on princess, we're outta here" Y/N says holding out her hand for Sam to take. Allowing herself to be pulled in and tucked into the girls side, Y/N said her goodbyes to the boy who approached them earlier that evening and they made their way out the restaurant and back to Y/N's car. Running around and getting in the car after making sure Sam was all squared away, She put her car in gear and pulled off into the night.

The ride back was harder than sitting in that private booth with Y/N's hand between her legs. Her hand was back in Sam's lap, playing with the bottom hem of her dress as she cruised down the turnpike. In a bold effort to show Y/N she was ready for whatever the girl was willing to give Sam shifted and let her legs fall open a bit more causing Y/N’s fingertips graze her inner thighs. Without looking over at her, she began pushing her hand further up Sam's dress, causing her eyes to flutter shut, and releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Pulling up to a red light on an empty street after exiting the highway, Y/N turned to Sam and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her left hand made its way between Sam's legs and pressed against her satin covered center. Her panties were ruined. Wrapping her other hand around Sam's throat she quickly took control of the kiss as Sam completely fell apart in the passenger seat. Her mind was so clouded with the way Y/N was kissing her, licking her bottom lip politely asking for entrance into Sam's mouth to which she happily granted. Tongues moving fluidly against one another never fighting for dominance instead falling into a slow and nasty tango. Y/N pulled back noticing they had completely missed the light cycle and it was now yellow, taking off down the road she continued their journey back to Sam's apartment until she felt her leaning over the center console and whispering "Take me home..with you" before placing a single kiss behind her ear and sitting back and staring out the window as she reminisces on the things she learned about Y/N tonight.

Pulling up to Y/N's loft came more quickly then Sam realized, they pulled into the garage and parked Y/N's car and made their way to the elevator. "That's my other car right there" Y/N pointing out while passing what looks like a Honda? Sam wasn't really well versed in cars but she found herself wanting to hear Y/N talk about them while she got lost in the way her lips moved. Stepping into the elevator, Y/N pulls Sam close to her. Once again tucking her into her side, this time placing soft kisses on her shoulder and securing her arm around her waist. "Wanna take a picture" Y/N shyly asks and much to her surprise Sam is pulling her phone out of her purse. Snapping the picture Sam thinks it's perfect as she examines it.

(photo ref.)

Getting off of the elevator and making their way down the hallway to Y/N and Y/BF/N loft, the two girls made small talk and poked fun at each other. "How it is dating someone taller than you but also younger than you Sammy?" Y/N teased, opening the door front and motioning for the older girl to enter first.

Turning on the light and kicking her heels off after Y/N locks the door. Sam turns towards Y/N, they collectively notice how silent the loft is indicating Y/BF/N was probably staying at the Carpenter residence. Searching Sam's eyes for approval Y/N reached out and pulled Sam close and kissed her softly. Falling into another slow kiss, Y/N's hands found their way down to Sam's waist and eventually found her ass softly kneading the soft flesh over her dress. Sam was coming apart at the seams, and they hadn't even made it past the foyer yet. Y/N pulled back and started leading her through the loft and to her room. Closing the door behind them as they entered.

"You can wear this and these! I don't want you sleeping in your dress" Y/N said handing Sam a pair of satin boxers and a tshirt. "Keep the shorts, just the shirt is fine" Sam responds tossing the shorts at Y/N who decides to wear them. Instead of changing, they find themselves tangled in the soft sheets of Y/N's bed. Sam is on top Y/N kissing her like there's no tomorrow, neither of them bothering to come up for air. She could feel how hard Y/N was underneath her pressing against her clit. Y/N gripped her hips and pushed her down as she ground her hips up into Sam with only one thing on her mind.

WARNING: SMUT UNDER THE CUT

"Show me how pretty you think I am" Sam whispers against Y/N's lips. Flipping her over Y/N pressed against Sam with more fever than before. Running her hands over each piece of exposed skin she could get her hands on. Sam's legs opened a little more to accommodate the girl laying between them working her way down her neck, marking her skin for everyone to see and to know who she belonged to. "Oh my god, Y/NNN" Sam moaned pushing the girls head further into her neck. "I need you, ple-" The pleas on her tongue died out and were soon replaced with the prettiest sounds Y/N has ever heard as she wrapped her lips around Sam's nipple while toying with the other eventually switching to give her other nipple the same love and attention. Sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head and reaching out to help Sam do the same, Y/N returned back to Sam's nipples until she was a whining whimpering mess. "Fuck, Sam. Do you feel what you do to me?" Y/N groaned pulling Sam's hand down to her aching cock. "That's all for you, princess" She grunted while drowning in the pleasure that was coming from Sam's hand on her. Kissing down the rest of her body, Y/N settled between Sam's legs, face mere inches away from her pussy. "Is this okay?" She hears the other girl asks and instead of verbally responding Sam simply reaches down and pull her panties to the side. Showing her just how "okay" this is.

Without anymore hesitation Y/N began eating Sam's pussy like it was her last meal. She was devouring the girl whole, like they didn’t just have dinner and dessert. Y/N had an appetite only Sam could seem to sate. Y/N was becoming drunk off the way she tasted and the way she tried to contain her moans yet she kept failing. Y/N moaned into Sam’s pussy, watching the way her eyes rolled back at the sensation. "Look at me" Y/N requested, waiting for the girl beneath her to meet her eyes. Sam probably shouldn't have looked down because the sight she seen was down right dirty. It was now burned into her brain. Y/N’s eyes were dark and predatory, staring back at Sam watching her take everything she gave her. "You taste so good baby" Y/N commented slipping two fingers inside of Sam. "Taking everything I give you so well" She whispers before wrapping her lips around Sam's clit, sucking it softly.

Sam was soaking wet. Surely, she was sure she was making a mess all over Y/N's face and sheets but not really giving a fuck because the way Y/N was sucking on her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her. She felt like she was going to explode any minute and the heat in her body was rising, the knot in her stomach was about snap and Sam didn't know how to warn Y/N. Throwing her head back and her toes curling, Sam's back arched as her body grew rigid and stars exploded behind her eyes, her mouth opened in a silent scream. Reaching down grabbing at Y/N's hair and tugging she lost herself in the pleasure that took over her body. Y/N continued to fuck Sam through her orgasm allowing the girl consumed in herself ride her fingers and semi-fuck her face. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N " fell from Sam's lips like a prayer nearly making her cum in her pants. Pulling her fingers from the girls heat Y/N trails kisses back up Sam's body, while she was attempting to catch her breath with her arm thrown over her face trying to ground herself. "Everything okay?" Y/N checks, gently pulling Sam's arm down. "Yeah, it was just intense" She responds almost breathless. Pulling Y/N down by her neck, Sam kisses her as they begin moving against one another again sighing together as they fall into a comfortable rhythm.

Sam can taste herself on Y/N's tongue and lips, for whatever reason it turns her on more. The girl above Sam pressed herself back into her, causing her clothed cock to brush up against her bare pussy over her pants. Sam was determined to drive Y/N crazy. Rocking her hips up into Y/N's and smearing her wet pussy all over the front of her slacks, she couldn't help but get worked up again. While still kissing Y/N she reached down to unbuckle her belt, and unzip her pants in the process before shoving her hand down them and grabbing Y/N's cock. Sam could feel the way Y/N pulsed in her hands, she could feel her straining against the soft fabric of her boxers. Slipping her hand into the waistband she pulls the fabric back and lets it slap against Y/N's skin "All for me?" Sam questions looking up at Y/N who doesn't trust her voice enough to respond so she nods in response. "I need words, Y/N" She requests stuffing her hand back down her pants, lightly running her fingertips over the hard appendage feeling it twitch. Removing herself from from hovering over Sam, Y/N stood and took off the rest of the clothes that previously covered her body. Discarding them on the floor, she climbed back on top of and settle between her legs again. Her cock was beautiful just like she was Sam thought. It was weeping for some sort of relief. Reaching down and wrapping her hand around her softly she began to stroke Y/N, her thumb swiping over the tip on each up stroke.

Y/N couldn't take it. She didn't want to be so close to cumming but with the way their date had transpired, the ride home and eating Sam's pussy Y/N was embarrassingly close to cumming in Sam's hand, on her stomach, maybe some would get on her tits Y/N thought. Halting her movements as she felt Y/N subtly fucking her hand, she asked again "All for me?" She almost came when Sam's voice rang out. Learning from her previous mistake fast Y/N used her words "All for you, baby" She says looking into Sam's eyes not for long as hers are rolling back from the feeling of the ministrations on her cock picked back up. "Fuck, Sam. I need to be inside of you. I wanna feel you squeezing me just like you did my fingers" Y/N groans, fucking Sam's hand at little harder now as she hovers over Sam, weight supported by her elbows. Pressing one hand against her stomach she used the other to guide Y/N's cock to her entrance. It was too much for both of them. Y/N slowly pushed in, allowing Sam's heat to engulf her. She would go as slow and be as gentle as Sam needed her to be. The stretch she felt as Y/N bottomed out inside her was indescribable, her pussy clenched so hard Y/N was sure her walls were trying to mold to the shape of her cock. Ruining Sam for anybody else after her.

Peppering kisses all over Sam's face Y/N wanted to make sure Sam knew this was about her. "Let me know when I can move, okay?" She couldn't do anything but nod. "You can move now" Y/N set a slow pace barely pulling out before slowly pushing back in making Sam feel fuller than she ever has. She can feel each stroke in her toes, it makes her knees weak as Y/N pick up her pace and the tip of her cock brushes the mouth of Sam's cervix. "Shit Y/N, I can't I ca-" Sam whimpers out pressing her hand against Y/N's stomach in an attempt to push her away, which was a battle she had no chance at winning especially with the way Y/N was talking her through it. "You can, and you will" She punctuated her sentence with a hard thrust that had Sam drooling. "You're doing so good, baby. You're sucha good girl for me. Aren't you?" Y/N says still fucking Sam into the mattress beneath them, both hands now behind her knees pinning her legs to her chest. The new angle made Sam shriek as Y/N's cock slipped deeper and deeper into her pussy. "Please, Please, Please" She begged looking up at the girl fucking her into oblivion. Sam was cock-drunk and they both knew it. She didn't know what she was asking for but that familiar knot in her stomach began to form and she wanted to let it consume her . She was so close, she just needed a little more. "Isn't this what you wanted? For me to show you how pretty you are. Mmm, Take that shit. It's all for you" Y/N grunted she was now leaning over Sam, letting her chain dangle in Sam's face so closely she could feel the gold tickling her skin. She grabbed it gently and pulled Y/N down to her as she all but sobbed into her mouth "Please let me cum, Y/N please, I need to cum. Let me cum for you" Although Y/N wanted so deny her so badly and make her hold it she knew she couldn't hold out much longer herself. She was biting Y/N shoulder so hard she might've drawn blood but right now main focus was trying to hold her orgasm off as long as possible for some odd reason Sam found herself needing Y/N's approval for release. Changing the angle of her hips as she continued to fuck Sam, she finally gave the girl what she'd been practically begging for all night. "Cum for me Sam, let me feel that sweet pussy squeezing my-" Sam slapped a hand over Y/N's mouth as she cums so hard her ears are ringing. She's calling out Y/N's name like a mantra, legs shaking and arms pulling the girl completely against her to ride out her high. "I have to pull out s-" "No, Please cum inside me. " She begs looking up through her mascara stained lashes, eyes completely black as she clenches around Y/N' cock again. After a few more strokes and Sam declaring her pussy belongs to her. Y/N is burying her face in Sam's neck as she cums. She remains inside of Sam after a while and begins to move off of her, both of them hissing out of sensitivity when Y/N's cock finally leaves the vice grip that is Sam's pussy.

"Don't move" She says as she pulls on her robe and leaving the room. Sam is utterly spent, she has no real reason to move plus she couldn't feel her legs so she would rather lay there anyway. Y/N came back into the room with several items in hand. She handed Sam a water and began cleaning her up with a warm rag once she was done drinking. Holding out the tshirt and shorts she offered sam earlier, she realized that the older girl was already fast asleep. Scooping sam up in her arms Y/N made her way to the guest room down the hall, pulling a shirt and some shorts on to Sam before tucking her in and retreating back to her room to pull on some clothes and put her sheets in the washer. Once all was said and done she made her way back to the guest room where Sam was, slipping in bed and pulling her closer they both fell into a deep sleep.

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AN: Chapter 4 is long as fuck but it was worth it. How do yall like the smut?

Lmk what yall think🕷️

[the-legendaryboi]

It should be a Canon Event for the Core 4 to realize that Tim is the shortest and barely meeting Bart's chin level whilst Tim-boy is wearing 3-inch heel combat boots.

[sunncourts]

@rosesau and i had a great deal of fun blorboposting today ft @bipercabeth

[shallowseeker]

Oh #SPNwin Mary. How we missed our chance for short and/or dachshund jokes.

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*sees a weenie dog*

JOHN (nudging her): “Hey, look. A kindred spirit.”

CARLOS: “I hear they bite.”

LATA: “That tracks.”

MARY: 😡

[nuvatra]

حاسس إن حياتك مش تحت السيطرة؟ 🤯 كتاب #شونوايلن "How To Make Sh*t Happen" بيقدم لك نظام CORE 4 (القوة، الشغف، الهدف، الإنتاج) عشان تتحكم في كل جوانب حياتك وتنجز بجد! 🔥 الملخص العملي هنا 👇 https://nuvatra.blogspot.com/

[clockwayswrites]

(Not Exactly the Haunting of Danny Fenton)

Tim's PowerPoint

“Drake, why are we here?”

“Because Bruce told us to be,” Tim said, eyes focused on the interface set in the meeting table. Damian was like a dog, too much eye contact and he took it as a challenge.

Damian was thankfully silent for about two and a half seconds. Then, “And why is Todd here?”

Jason tossed some popcorn in his mouth, talking around it. “Cause this? This I have to see.”

Tim resisted the urge to sigh. It would just encourage them both. He went through his PowerPoint one more time. Neither of them would allow for mistakes. He didn’t give a fuck what they thought of how he provided the information, but it would have to be right.

Which was annoying with a complex concept like polyamory.

“Right, let’s get started so that we can get this over with,” Tim said as he sent the PowerPoint to the big screen. “Dick is apparently in a new relationship.”

Damian tilted his head. “He finally saw off with that that absurdly cheerful vagabond of a Speedster?”

Don’t give them the satisfaction of sighing. “No. Dick is still dating Wally. The two of them have agreed to try adding another person to their relationship. Bruce wants to make sure nothing is said to ruin the new relationship, hence this PowerPoint.”

“Adding another person?” Damian asked, nose all scrunched up. “Why?”

“Because Polyamory,” Tim said with a grand gesture to the screen where the Pac-Man ghosts were standing with heart eyes under the word.

“Are you Clyde?” Jason asked.

“What? I’m ignoring you, you’re not required to be here,” Tim said and clicked the button on the laser pointer-slash-remote to go to the next slide. It was a rather artistic shot of what Tim was ninety percent sure was a pigeon orgy. The Merriam-Webster definition was over the picture in yellow:

polyamory noun

poly·​am·​ory ˌpä-lē-ˈa-mə-rē

plural polyamories

: the state or practice of having more than one open romantic relationship at a time

“Like much of nature,” Tim started as the picture behind the definition rotated between different animals from cats to frogs to cows and more, “some humans and humanoids participate in polyamory. There are, in fact, alien humanoids that engage in polyamory or polygamy as the primary form of relationships. If you are interested in a more detailed look at these alien races, there are links in the third slide.”

The third slide was the Clipart of the classic ‘little green man’ head with several footnote citations to various Justice League files. So maybe they shouldn’t have all that information, but Tim didn’t have a back door into the Justice League system for nothing.

“Considering that Dick, Wally, and their new third are all human, we will be focusing on the typical and basic human configurations of polyamory.”

Damian’s hand shot up. Raising his hand was, thankfully, a rule that had been made after the fifth time someone had been stabbed.

“Yes, Damian?” Don’t sigh, Tim reminded himself.

“Animals have the need to produce a large numbers of offspring. They also do not possess the same emotional processing powers as humans,” Damian stated. “While, perhaps, multiple partners assist in both the amount of offspring, but also the dispersal of genetic make up for animals, modern humans do not share this need.”

“…correct,” Tim agreed warily.

Damian kept his hand up as he continued. “I was also under the impression that if one is to be with a romantic partner long term, that the partner should be someone that one is romantically interested in and emotionally invested in.”

“Oh, he’s adorable,” Jason cooed.

“Raise your hand or shut up,” Tim said. “Yes, that’s generally correct, though there some other forms of relationships that are not romantic. We will cover some of these shortly.”

Damian nodded as if actually satisfied. “Then why would someone want to share?”

“Cause sharing is caring,” Jason said with a snicker.

“Ignore him,” Tim said, “and we’ll turn back to the slides! There are a few different types of standard polyamorous relationships! The first we’re covering is open relationships.”

On the screen, the words ‘open relationships’ went around in a circle like a train.

“In an open relationship, a member or members of the relationship are free to date, or otherwise engage with, whomever they might want to.” Tim clicked the buttons a few times and the main circle connected to other circles, some that spun and others that did not. “These other relationships may also be open or may be closed—limited to only a select amount of people—depending on the other person. These open relationships may also have certain rules in place or be completely open depending on the agreement of those in it.”

Tim clicked over to a rather scrunched list of rule examples. Maybe Tim made it purposefully unreadable so that he didn’t have to answer Damian’s questions about sex. Maybe.

“Why?” Damian asked. He sounded so confused that Tim decided to answer even though Damian hadn’t raised his hand.

“Lots of reasons. A person may want to experiment with other gender combinations. Or they may have different or more emotional, romantic, or physical needs than one partner can support.” Tim hurriedly clicked ahead to his slide on asexual and aromantic individuals. The background was a loop of hundreds of bouncy balls. Tim had no reason for that, he’d been losing his mind by then. “Asexuality and aromanticism run on a spectrum of course, but at a basic level, asexuals do not experience sexual attraction. They may be sex favorable or sex avoidant. So, for example, they might have an open relationship with their partner, so that the partner can satisfy their sexual needs.

“An aromantic individual does not experience romantic attraction, so again we might see multiple partners to satisfy the diverse need of the aromantic themselves or their partner.”

Damian frowned and tilted his head, but stayed quiet. Interestingly, Jason was also frowning slightly.

Tim moved on hurriedly and backed up to his intended slide. “Now, by contrast a closed relationship either does not add new partners, or partners are added with the approval of all members of the relationship. As a major simplification, this can be thought of as a series of arrows or triangles.”

“Now with arrows, the agreement and negotiations are still there, but everyone can be dating different people!” Tim said. Green Arrow stared back at them from the next screen. Tim thought it was particularity fitting, knowing what he knew of Oliver Queen. “So A might be dating B and C. And B is dating A and D. D and A are not dating. They might not even really be friends. Their relationship is known as metamors.”

Damian nodded slowly.

A spinning graphic of the triforce came up on the screen next. “This can really be any shape, but a triangle keeps it simple. Basically every member in this format is involved with every other member. This is what Dick will be in, if everything goes well. Think of it like… so A and B both like C. It’s not about A sharing B or B sharing A, not really, it’s about them both also getting C! It’s more cake. Though that’s an ace saying, but, um, it’s like getting an ice cream with two scoops, yeah?”

“Sure,” Damian mumbled, a lost sounding agreement.

“And this can be lots of shapes, like I said! This is how it would look with four people: triangles in a square. The more people you have, the more complicated the relationship, agreements, and managing emotions can get, but if people are a really good group with each other and are willing to talk, it can work out!”

Damian almost tentatively raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“How would… something like that even start?” Damian asked.

“Oh, well… like, I guess think of it like a hero team just with romance? Sometimes you know people deeply enough that you trust them with your life and identity and everything else. In cases like that, it might not be odd for things to… for things to, um,” Tim trailed off, blinking up at the interconnected square.

“Drake…?” Damian prompted.

Jason started giggling.

“I, what? Sorry!” Tim said with a shake of his head. He continued in a rush as he flicked through various relationship set up examples. “But something like that! So um, those are your basic types but things can be combined and changed and altered. The main thing is to respect that someone who is in a polyamorous relationship wants to be in one. And that if you enter one, that you aren’t afraid to talk things out, make boundaries that you need, and talk through any changing boundaries!”

Tim flicked quickly to his last side.

“Oh, and, um, queer platonic relationships is sorta like aroace stuff, people in it dedicate themselves to a partner or partners even if they have no romantic or sexual feelings. It’s basically a way to say that a person is that important to them just as a person!” Tim said as he fumbled for his phone. “Anyways! The PowerPoint has been emailed to you. Direct any questions to myself or Bruce and be polite to Dick, Wally, and their new guy, okay? Okay. Gotta run.”

“That was odd, was it not?” Tim heard Damian ask Jason.

“Yeah…” Jason was still staring at the screen on queer platonic relationships when Tim glanced back. “Actually, I have to go too, okay? Doesn’t have to be your jam for you to be polite, got it?”

“What on earth has gotten into them,” Damian mumbled.

-

Cassie crossed her arms as soon as Tim appeared on Mount Justice. “Okay, what’s the emergency?”

“It’s, okay, so Bruce made me give this presentation to Damian because Dick and Wally added a new person to their relationship and no one want’s Damian to be an asshole—”

“Like he normally is,” Cassie muttered.

“—and ruin things before it starts, you know?”

“Please tell me it wasn’t your normal style of PowerPoints?” Kon asked.

“Of course it was,” Tim said with a dismissive wave. “But I was giving it and—just it all made sense suddenly! We are all idiots.”

“Hey!” Bart chirped. “I mean, yeah, but hey!”

“No, I mean—” Tim let out a noise of frustration and grabbed the nearest teammate, which happened to be Bart, and kissed him.

Bart made an adorable little squeak and then practically went boneless and still in a way that Tim had never seen Bart go before.

“Oh,” Kon said off to the side, sounding oddly flat. “That’s—congratulations you two.”

“Zeus, you are an idiot,” Cassie said.

Kon’s reply was muffled.

Tim pulled back, shoved the lax Bart at Cassie (who had just finished kissing Kon), and marched over to pull Kon into a quick, crushing kiss.

Kon blinked back. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Tim said. “All of us. I want… I want all of you and for all of you to want all of you and for… and for us to be together—teammates and more in all the ways. Because I trust you all, and I never don’t want to have you.”

Tim looked from Kon, who still looked stunned, and over at Cassie who was cradling a boneless looking Bart and petting his hair. She rolled her eyes. “You’re all idiots.”

“Yeah,” Tim agreed breathlessly. “But you love us.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile and a sigh. “yeah I do.”

[teatyryn]

kon-el my favorite butch lesbian💜

just some recent doodles as i figure out drawing stuff

[mondothebombo]

i like to think i’m funny

[spnwin-reader]

Sam would be odd man out on snacks even had his parents survived:

JOHN: Licorice drops? Nice choice.

Woe to Sam, continually and perpetually outnumbered, even when Jack joins the family. Hell, even when he eats, Cas like pork rinds and crap food.

Who will eat terrible rabbit-food alongside Sam? No one.

(Maybe Henry?)

SPNwin 1x01, SPN 7x10

[satinsummer]

Chapter 6: Monday Madness

Summary: Between whopping Frankie's ass and waking up late Y/N was not too fond of Mondays right now

Chapter 7: https://www.tumblr.com/satinsummer/761572777823272960/chapter-7-self-sabotage

Pairing: G!P Reader x Fem!Sam Carpenter

WARNINGS: Suggestive language, SMUT , Drug Usage (smoking weed) 18+ No Men or Minors

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Nobody's POV:

Monday morning began with a jarring interruption. Y/N's alarm blared insistently, pulling her from a deep sleep. Disoriented and groggy, she barely had time to react as Sam's door flew open and her best friend came bursting in, eyes wide with panic. "Y/N!! Get up, we have to get home right now if we even stand a chance at showing up for our first class" She rushed out.

Still half-asleep, Y/N scrambled around the room to gather her belongings, trying to wake her body up in the process. The frantic pace of the morning left her with barely enough time to say a proper goodbye to Sam. Their parting was quick, marked by a rushed kiss and promises to catch up for lunch later. With no time to spare, Y/N and Y/BF/N dash out of the apartment, leaving behind the tranquil morning for a whirlwind of activity.

Sam and Tara eventually got their morning started, rolling out of their now cold beds and greeting each other as Tara shuffled into the kitchen wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. Taking her sisters mug out of her hand, she finished the coffee that remained in it and kissed her cheek before heading into the living room. "Y/BF/N says she left her notes here and she needs them for her exam today. Can you take me to drop them off? She wants to grab lunch with us and the others before my 1pm class." Tara yells to her sister. "What time?" "11:30ish, her and Y/N will meet as at the quad with the others!"

Back on campus, 11:30

As the chaos of the morning faded, Y/N and Y/BF/N stepped out of the lecture hall together, sun now hanging low over the university buildings, casting long shadows across the green lawns. As they walk Y/N is lazily sucking on a lollipop, her other hand clutching the laptop at her side. Y/BF/N, had her bag slung over one shoulder as she's animatedly discussing their professors latest lecture. Y/N listens with a smirk, chiming in with dry comments that make her friend laugh. The atmosphere between them is easy and relaxed; a total contrast from the way they were falling over one another this morning as they stumbled into their shard loft. Enjoying the walk across campus, eager to see their two favorite girls for lunch. They neared the outdoor seating area underneath the old oak tree where the core 4 and Anika awaited their arrival, until two girls, strangers to them, approaching with confident strides stepped in their way.

One of the girls was small and blonde, her bright green eyes scanning the length of Y/N's body. The other girl was a Tall brunette, her hazel eyes trained on Y/BF/N as she walked towards her. The blonde girl eyed Y/N's lollipop and commented playfully "That looks sweet, you think I could get a taste?" Y/N raises an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across her face as she rolls the lollipop to the other side of her mouth. She responds in a teasing tone, "You wouldn't be able to handle it"

Meanwhile the taller girl standing in front of her best friend was still trying to win her over. Y/BF/N looks more bemused than interested as the girl begins rattling off compliments "You've got a really great smile" "Yeah? What else?" She asks tilting to her head and playing into the attention she was receiving. Back at the table Sam, Tara and the others began to watch the scene unfold, their eyes shifting between Y/N and Y/BF/N and the girls in front of them. Much to the twins and Anika's surprise both sisters remained seated, their expressions calm, as if this was all a lunchtime distraction. Tara crosses her arms with a faint smile. "Well, this should be interesting" she remarks, her eyes never leaving Y/BF/N. Sam, seated across her, is similarly composed. She doesn't say anything, but there's a fire in her gaze as she watches Y/N. It's clear to anyone watching she paying very close attention.

Chad, always the instigator, chuckles. "Two for two. Your ladies are too hot to trot." He snickers at them. Sam smirks, but doesn't respond, her eyes are fixed on Y/N. With her usual charm, she twirled the lollipop in her mouth while still engaging with the girls. Her smile confident and inviting, her voice playful and teasing. Y/N's eyes flick over to where Sam is sitting, catching the look on her face---calm, but with a glint in her eyes that tells Y/N she's watching closely. Y/N feels a spark of heat at the idea of Sam seeing this, knowing she's probably got some choice words ready . She decides to see where this goes, at least for a moment longer. "You're pretty forward, huh?" Y/N says, looking down at the girl, her voice amused but firm. Grinning up at her the shorter girl responds "Only when I see something I like" she purrs, stepping even closer, hand sliding up Y/N's arm before she caught the girls wrist. Sam leans back in her seat, her expression cool but intense. She makes a low sound in a her throat, somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. "She's really pushing it, isn't she?" she mutters to Tara, who nods, her eyes still fixed on her own girlfriend who was still enjoying the attention on her. "Oh yeah, they both are. Think they know we're watching?" She responds. "Without a doubt"

"Damn, you two are just gonna let this play out?" Mindy questions. Neither of them answer. Sam watches Y/N's reaction--the way she leans back, that easy smirk still on her face, not moving to brush the girl off just yet. There's a slow burn building in Sam's chest, a mix of irritation and something much hotter.

Y/N and her best friend shared a look, the fun was over and these girls needed to kick rocks now. "What do you think, babe?" Y/BF/N yells to Tara "Should I let her buy me a drink?" Tara grins, shaking her head. "Go ahead, see if she's got good taste" she calls out, her tone light but her eyes sharp. Sharing a glance with her sister in a silent agreement to keep things calm and collected as they continue watching. Y/N on the other hand is getting tired of the flirtation coming from both of the girls. "You're persistent but, no thanks" She says politely stepping around both girls, Y/BF/N following suit and continuing towards the table. As she approached the table Sam remained calm, her face unreadable but her eyes burning with a controlled heat. Y/N sat down next to her, eyes twinkling with mischief. "You two looked like you where having a good time" she remarked, her tone light but edged with something darker. Y/N met her gaze, a teasing smile on her face. "It was entertaining" she replied "nothing we couldn't handle."

Y/BF/N slipped in next to Tara, who immediately leaned over and whispered something in her ear, making Y/BF/N laugh. "I think we handled that pretty well, don't you?" She asked, shooting Tara a playful look. Rolling her eyes Tara smiled and agreed "Yeah, I'd say you both did well. But don't think we didn't see everything"

Brushing her hand against Sam's underneath the table, Y/N leaned in close, her voice dropping to a private whisper. "Jealous?" Sam's lips twitched into a small smile, hand slipping into Y/N's under the table. "Maybe a little" she admitted, her voice low and thick with promise. "But you will make it up to me later." "Counting on it" Y/N whispered back.

The group slowly slipped back into their usual rhythm, making conversation, sharing snacks and exchanging notes. Noticing the time Y/N began packing up to head to her next class, sparing Sam a glance hoping she'd offer to walk with her. Bidding farewell to her friends and Sam she got up from the table and began walking toward the culinary building. "No goodbye kiss?" She heard from behind her, stopping mid step Y/N turned around and smiled "I didn't want to press my luck" she replies, eyes dropping to Sam's lips. As they lingered by the bustling campus walkway, Sam and Y/N stood close, just out of earshot of their friends, who were still finishing up. Y/N shifted foot to foot, her eyes stealing glances at Sam's face. Somehow Sam always made her so shy, yet the older girl seemed so relaxed, leaning on a nearby bench smiling softly at Y/N.

Pulling Sam close, Y/N dropped a kiss on her lips, lingering a bit longer than this morning when she was rushing out of the door. Pulling back and looking at Sam once more, she tried to find the words to ask to stay with her again tonight, to feel that peace once more but the way Sam was staring at her like she put the stars in the sky was making it hard. "You okay?" she asked gently, reaching up and soothing the crease in Y/N forehead with her thumb. "Yeah, I'm good" she replied while her thoughts continued to eat at her. Glancing down at her shoes, her mind was racing as she tried to ground herself. She took a breath before she decided to go for it, albeit carefully. "I just...I'm going to be really tired after class, assignments and dinner later. And, well, I was thinking..."She trailed off rubbing the back of her neck anxiously, eyes still not meeting Sam's "I was wondering if it'd be okay if I um, came over and stayed at your place tonight?" Her voice a little hesitant. "No pressure, of course. I just...I felt really at peace in your bed, and I thou-" "Yes" Sam smiled, her eyes softening as she cut Y/N off with a gentle chuckle. "You don't need to explain, Y/N. I'd really..like that" She added very warm and reassuring. "I'd love for you to stay."

Y/N felt a rush of warmth flood through her, a sense of belonging that she was still getting used to but found herself craving more and more. She nodded, biting back the urge to be overly eager. "Alright, I'll come over after a shower. I'll bring dinner?" Sam's eyes gleamed with softness, "Sounds Perfect."

Y/N smiled brightly, feeling a weight lift off her chest. She hadn't realized how much she needed to hear that until now. There was a sense of certainty in Sam's words that soothed her nerves. They stood there for a moment longer, just soaking in each others presence, neither of them in a rush to break away. Finally, Y/N sighed as she checked her watch. "I should get to class" She said reluctantly, taking a small step back. Sam nodded, "Yeah, wouldn't to keep you from that" Y/N took another step back, then stopped herself, leaning down and placing another kiss on Sam's lips--with a promise of more to come. "See you tonight, Sammy" She whispered, a playful glint in her eyes. Sam chuckled, her hand coming up to grab Y/N's jaw "See you tonight" her voice filled quiet anticipation.

With one last smile, Y/N turned and started walking towards her class, her heart lighter and her steps a bit quicker. She couldn't help but glance back over her shoulder, catching Sam's gaze still fixed on her, a soft smile playing on her lips. As Y/N disappeared around the corner, she couldn't help but feel the growing excitement about tonight. She hadn't fully articulated it yet, but there was something about being in Sam's space, in her bed, that felt like home. She couldn't wait to be back there, in that warm place where everything just felt..right.

9 Hours Later 8:30pm

Sam had a long day and the only thing she looked forward to was dinner with Y/N. After leaving the university earlier she went to work where the hours seemed to stretch on, each one feeling longer than the last. Now she was home, freshly showered and patiently awaiting Y/N's arrival with dinner. Hearing a soft knock at the door and knowing it's Y/N on the other side she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and she opens the door. There stands Y/N, her face illuminated by the hallway light always looking effortlessly gorgeous. She's holding an insulated bag and a bottle of wine in her left hand, a fresh loaf of bread in her right and she’s smiling softly. Sam's eyes dart to the bottle, noting with a grin that it looks older than both of them combined.

"Hey" Y/N says softly, her eyes locking onto Sam's. There's an electricity in the air, a kind of unspoken tension that hangs between them. "Hey" Sam replies, her voice barely above a whisper. She steps aside to let Y/N in, and as she walks past her, Sam catches a hint of her cologne--something woodsy but still light, it's intoxicating. Y/N begins to unpack the bag placing the items on the coffee table and setting dinner up for them. "I hope you're hungry. I brought a feast, I learned the pasta recipe earlier in class" Y/N turns around smiling at Sam. Taking a seat on the couch Sam took in the set up in front of her, there was two medium sized pyrex bowls of steaming pasta placed next to one another, a bigger bowl of salad placed in front of them and soon enough a plate of freshly baked & sliced Italian bread joined them. The rich aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and fresh herbs fills the room. Hoping up and running to the kitchen Sam opens the drawer, pulling out a corkscrew, and two forks, she then turns and grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet above her before returning back to Y/N who's now is seated and watching Sam with intense eyes.

"Wanna do the honors?" Sam asks, holding up the corkscrew. "Sure" Y/N replies softly, stepping close she takes the tool from Sam her touch lingering a bit. It's a fleeting touch, but it sends a jolt through Sam, her skin tingling where they connected. Y/N starts to open the wine, her arms flexing slightly and eyes flickering down to meet Sam's. As the cork pops free, Sam lets out a soft chuckle "You make it look really easy" She says, eyes fixed on her tattoo covered arms. Smiling she begins to pour the wine, handing a glass to Sam before picking up her own. She lifts her glass, and they clink them together in a silent "cheers". The wine is rich and full-bodied, warming Sam from the inside out, but she barely tastes it; her attention is fully on Y/N. The two girls begin eating, sitting so close their knees are almost touching. Conversation flowed easily at first, filled with laughter and shared stories, but beneath it, there's a palpable undercut of tension, a magnetic pull that neither of them addressed directly. At one point Sam reaches for bread and her hand brushes against Y/N's. They freeze, eyes meeting, and the room suddenly feels much warmer. In another instance Y/N finds herself watching Sam closely as she takes a bite of her pasta, enjoying the way Sam's lips wrapped around the fork. Every small moment felt magnified, dripping with the kind of sensuality that made Y/N painfully hard.

After they finish eating, Y/N cleans up and rejoins Sam on the couch. She sits down close to her, their thighs brushing against one another. The air between them is charged. Sam's eyes flick down to Y/N's lips as she finishes off the rest of her wine, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop. Sam's heart pounds harder, her body thrumming with a deep, steady ache. They resume talking, their words light but their voices carrying a weight that makes every breath feel heavier. Sam laughs at something Y/N says, a soft, throaty sound that sends a thrill through the younger girl. Y/N reaches out, her fingers tracing the edge of Sam’s jaw, sliding up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She lingers there, her thumb brushing the soft skin of Sam’s cheek, as they both felt the heat in the room rising again.

Sam’s laughter fades, and her eyes growing dark as she melts into Y/N’s touch. Without thinking she leans in, her eyes lidded, lips parting slightly. Y/N meets her halfway, and their lips finally touch. It’s a slow, exploratory kiss at first. The taste of wine and the faint saltiness of the pasta on their lips mixing together. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more needy. Y/N’s slides her hands down to Sam’s waist, pulling her into her lap in one smooth motion. Her fingers tugging at Y/N’s shirt pulling her closer, stealing the air from her lungs as she presses down on to Y/N’s front. Wrapping her arms around Sam, the girls mold deeper into one another feeling like they could never get close enough. “I’ve been thinking about you all day” Y/N confesses, as she pulls away and rests her forehead against Sam’s. Moving to cup her face after locking eyes, Sam whispers a quiet “Me too”

Before they can dive back into each other, the sound of the front door clicking open slices through their heated moment like a knife. Sam’s heart jumps out of her chest, and Y/N’s eyes widen. Quickly pulling apart, their heads snap towards the sound. Standing there in the middle of the entryway is Tara and Y/BF/N, both of their eyes widening in surprise at the scene in front of them. Tara’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly taken aback and all Y/BF/N can do is look between the two flushed, swollen lipped girls with a shit eating grin on her face. Freezing for a moment not entirely sure to react to the sudden interruption, Sam climbs off of Y/N's lap, trying to smooth down her hair and fixing her shirt so she could look more presentable. Y/N on the other hand is somewhere between embarrassment and frustration, her dick was aching for Sam’s touch. Willing herself to calm down, she clears her throat awkwardly.

“Uh..hey, Tara..Y/BF/N” Sam says, her voice a little too high pitched, clearly flustered. Stifling a laugh Tara eyes her older sister before responding “Hey Sam..Y/N/N” she teases in an amused tone. Y/BF/N nudges her slightly a knowing grin still sitting on her face. “Don’t mind us. We were just coming by to grab some stuff” Y/BF/N says, eyes still on the side of Y/N's face. Sam can’t help the nervous chuckle that falls from her mouth, her cheeks still flushed she avoids making direct eye contact with either of them. “I need a smoke” Y/N says, immediately removing herself from the couch and leaving the apartment.

“Right, well…we won’t be long” Tara says with a smirk, waving her hand dismissively as she continues her journey into the shared apartment. Sam quickly stands up and makes a beeline for a her room, trying to salvage what’s left of her dignity. Closing the door softly and turning on her TV, Sam tries to stop the pounding in her chest. Soon she hears Tara and Y/BF/N leaving but not before her sister is yelling a quick goodbye, pulling the door closed behind them. As Sam tried to lose herself in the TV, she couldn't help but think about that moment on campus earlier. Sam watched from the table as Y/N carefully played into the attention being directed at her but the entire time her eyes never left Sam's, almost challenging her to get up and claim Y/N with reckless abandon.

Returning inside Y/N made a quick stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her hands before heading to Sam's room. Pushing the door open slowly, stepping in and closing it behind her. The private sanctuary of Sam's room was the only place where they could reclaim what had been taken from them and where Y/N could fully express her devotion. She walked slowly across the room, each step calculated. Sam's eyes lit up as Y/N leaned down and kissed her. It started slow, filled with an intense tenderness, as their deepened the TV's soft glow became a mere backdrop to the intimate exchange unfolding in Sam's bed.

(SMUT BELOW; MINORS AND MEN DNI)

Y/N hands roamed all over Sam's body with a reverence that spoke volumes of shared feelings. Pushing Y/N back as they parted for air Sam stood up from her bed. Before Y/N could register what was happening Sam dropped to her knees in front of her, looking up with a mixture of need and authority that took Y/N's breath away. There was no hesitation in her movements, no second-guessing. Not wasting another second, she begins pulling Y/N's sweats down, her satin boxers following shortly after. Sam looks up once more as she places a single kiss to the tip of Y/N's cock before slowly taking the whole length into her mouth.

Y/N can't believe it, SAMANTHA CARPENTER is on her knees, sucking her off with a relentless, steady pace that makes her head spin. Sam's mouth is skillful, dragging up and down the length of her shaft and always stopping to suckle the tip gently before repeating her process. Looking down Y/N see's Sam eyes are fixed on her, shinning with pride as she feels her reaching down and brushing the hair out her face. She keeps her eyes on Y/N, watching every reaction, every twitch of the cock inside her mouth, it sends her reeling. Her control is absolute but then she sees it--the small flicker of arrogance in Y/N's eyes, the lazily smirk tugging at her lips.

"You think you've got me figured out, don't you?" Y/N says, her breath hitching as she fights to keep her composure. Her tone taunting, a hint of challenge in her words. "Down on your knees, taking orders..it's almost cute" she adds as her hips thrust in tandem with Sam's sucking. She pauses, her mouth hovering just over Y/N, her eyes narrowing. She pulls back slowly, dragging her tongue up and down the base before halting her movements completely. "Cute?" Sam repeats, voice low and mocking . "Oh, baby. You've got this all wrong"

"You think I like that?" she retorts, her tone sharp, cutting right through Y/N's bravado. "Watching you flirt like I'm not right there?" Y/N chuckles, the sound deep and dismissive she responds, "It's just a bit of fun, Sammy" Suddenly she standing eye level with Y/N, her lips shinning and swollen, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and pulling Y/N on the bed. Pushing her onto to her back, she slides her panties off before climbing on top of Y/N, pressing her thighs against her sides with a commanding force. "You think you're so confident" Sam challenges, "Then let's see how long you can last"

Sinking down on to Y/N's cock with a slow, deliberate motion that makes both of them gasp. Sam rocking her hips up and down back and forth, her tits moving in tandem, making Y/N squeeze her eyes shut, her mouth falling open as she tries to ward off her impending orgasm. "Look at me" Sam snaps, hand sliding up to grip Y/N's jaw "You don't get to look away, watch me ruin you" Y/N eyes flutter open landing on their connected centers. Sam's pussy was dripping all over Y/N's cock, sliding in and out of her without resistance as she rode Y/N. "I..I'll hold it" She stammers out, head dropping back the sight too much to take in. A wicked smile takes over Sam's face "You'd better..but I'm not letting you off that easy" she purrs. Y/N' arrogance has finally crumbled, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep from cumming. "Sam, please--I c-" "You will" she hisses, her hips slamming down with force. "You will, or I'll leave you like this all night"

She's on the verge of cumming, her body trembling. Hanging on by a thread she called out to the girl riding her dick like she owned it. "Please..I'll do anyth-" "Anything?" Sam repeats, her voice a cruel whisper. "Then prove it. Hold it. Just for me"

Nodding Y/N eyes rollback, the way Sam's pussy is leaking all over her, the clenching, the fucking clenching it's all too much. Looking up through hazy eyes she sees Sam, head thrown back, one hand on Y/N's thigh aiding her motion and the other splayed on Y/N's abs she fucks herself into oblivion. "Is it mine?" She asks leaning down pressing her chest to Y/N's as she begins to meet her thrust for thrust. "Y-Yes Sam, my dick is all yours" Sliding her hand around Y/N's throat and kissing her so nasty it make's her toes curl Sam finally gives in. "Cum for me" And when Y/N does it never ending. Her body shudders violently as she tries to push herself deeper into Sam's pussy, moaning Sam's name like a prayer. Without a word, Y/N shifts and takes control. Flipping her onto to her stomach, Sam doesn't get a chance to think before Y/N is pushing into her from behind. Scooping her up and forcing her to face the mirror positioned just opposite of the bed.

"Look at us"Y/N growls, her voice thick with lust. "See how perfect we are together. Watch how you body responds to me." Tugging her up by the arm, Y/N forces Sam to watch herself be fucked. Sam's eyes meet their reflection in the mirror "I-I see it" She moans, her voice strained but filled with desire, "It's so good, fu-I feel you everywhere." "Good girl" Y/N murmurs in her ear, tongue licking the shell of it. "Show me how devoted you are to me, Sam" She adds, pushing a hand between Sam's shoulders causing her to fall into the pillows, creating an arch that is so beautiful Y/N could cry. "You're so deep, it's too muc-" Sam attempts, choking on a moan and throwing her hand back to stop her as Y/N changes the angle of her hips. Her eyes flash in the mirror, lips curling into a dark, satisfied smile she threads a hand in Sam's hair tugging her up. "You like it when I fuck you this, don't you? You like it when I make you watch" She asks, her voice low and demanding in Sam's ringing ears. "Yes" she whimpers, her breath hitching when Y/N begins fucking her harder, her hands clutched around the sheets as the muscles in her back and shoulders flexed under Y/N's gaze. "Then show me, Sam"

She can barely form a coherent thought, pleasure overwhelming her, she nods frantically, leaning up on her hands and keeping her back perfectly arched Sam looked over her shoulder at Y/N. Locking eyes, she begins to rock back, meeting Y/N's hard thrust each time. She yearns to give her everything, to show her just how much Sam needs Y/N, how much she craves the girl drilling into her. "Fuck, you look so good like this" Y/N groans, handing sliding up to wrap around Sam's throat, tightening just enough to make her pulse quicken. "So fuckin perfect. Mine" Her words push Sam closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around Y/N so hard she could barely move. "Relax" She whispered. But Sam can't she so close, so close she can taste it, her entire body is coiling with tension, ready to snap.

"Y/N/ I-" She attempts, her voice breaking, eyes rolling back as Y/N begins to rub her aching clit. "I'm gonna----" "Cum for me" Y/N growls, her thrusts never stopping. "Show me how much I'm yours, cum all over that fuckin pole" And she does---her body shatters, her vision blurring as she throws her head back in a silent scream as wave after wave crashes over her. Her pussy clenching even tighter around Y/N, throbbing in tune with her heartbeat. She can feel Y/N cumming inside of her and it sent her spiraling head first into another orgasm, hitting her so hard tears form in her eyes. It's too good, Sam needs it to stop but she never want to know what it feels like to not surrender herself to Y/N. She was completely hers.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of them breathing, the feeling Y/N's softening cock still in Sam's overly sensitive pussy, and the soft chatter of the TV in the background joining them again. Sam's heart is racing, her body still shaking from the intensity of it all, but she feels...complete. Y/N pulls out and makes her way out Sam's room and in the bathroom after a quick pee and clean up she returns to Sam who is still lying spent on the bed, eyes half lidded and barely conscious. She feels Y/N softly roll her over and begins cleaning her up, finding Sam's shirt and a fresh pair of panties she tucks her in before whispering a quick "Be right back" pulling on a hoodie and a pair of clean boxers she drops the soiled clothes in Sam's washer, starting the load and walking back too the room. Sam was now fast asleep, lips parted and slightly drooling. Y/N climbs in beside her, pulling the older close she buries her face in Sam's hair and allows sleep to take over her.

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AN: Shits about to hit the fan, it's getting too real for Sammy. It's always the lesbians breaking up before they're even together fr 🫣

Feedback is always greatly appreciated, Chapter 7 should be out on Saturday! -🕷️

[gaffney]

Do you still ship miguel and Robby now that there brothers?

this being my first cobra kai ask is sending me 😭🤣 i mean, yeah!! i do!! they've a compelling dynamic that’s fun to explore. like, there’s no one else on this show that challenges miguel more than robby and vice versa. it's similar to samtory (who i ship even more), where their interactions often push them to confront their own flaws and strive to be better (or, in some cases, worse). not to mention miguel/robby (and samtory for that matter lol) got a bunch of my favorite tropes down—enemies to friends (to lovers), opposites attract, unresolved tension, miguel's optimism and robby's realism balance each other out—i love that shit

if people are uncomfortable with the idea because they’re (about to be) stepbrothers, i’m not going to argue that. to each their own. but for me... they weren’t stepbrothers throughout seasons 1 to 5, they’re not related by blood, and they did not grow up together. their relationship is primarily shaped by their past as rivals (and now a tentative friendship), not by their new family dynamics. they’ve only known each other for two years, most of which they spent hating e/o

also, cobra kai is a work of fiction... if i can’t ship two dudes who aren’t related but the narrative tries to push the brother title on, then i wouldn’t be able to ship eli/demetri either (considering they actually call e/o binary brothers 😭)

[caliburn-the-sword]

ie, right after rotten to the core. the parents start explaining auradon's pick out in public, before taking the discussion indoors AWAY from the general public so that they could either nitpick at their children (evil queen @ evie's looks) or maleficent literally intimidating her daughter into submission. also, cruella stops physically chasing and verbally abusing her son almost the second they get outdoors where there is a crowd watching

also i'd like to add that they're practicing NON ethical non-monogamy. idk what about it is making it unethical but know that it is because they're very twisted and fucked up people hope this helps!!

[vveakfish]

YJ music school au still has me by the throat

[shallowseeker]

Day one billion of wanting more The Winchesters.

[xplrvibes]

Did you hear Sam deleted all pics of the Core4 from ig?!

....it would appear he did.

Wow. I'm not fully surprised, since I'm sure he wants to move on and all - but damn, he did a thorough job by the looks of it.

Guess that era is well and truly dead.