#mean!sam

[cillivnz]

RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

[gemini-sensei]

how do you feel about the idea of shy!eli and goth!reader with season 1 robby? (it could be poly or just them both liking reader, your choice) robby goes to west valley instead of his other school and falls for goth!larusso!reader, she’s an angel to him and everyone else, this of course includes eli who is so smitten with her

Omg goth!LaRusso!Reader is so my thing. I love it.

A/N: this became so long but I love it and I hope you do too! <3

I can see Reader and shy!Eli being together when Robby transfers to West Valley High. Sam's with her cool and popular friends and that's not Reader's crowd of course, so she keeps away from them. A lot of people might not even think her and Sam are related. So when Robby enters the scene, he doesn't know because their styles and friend groups are so different. S1!Robby is not about the popular crowd either, so when he comes to the school, he sits with Reader, Eli and Demetri even though they are the clear outliers of the school.

He doesn't talk to them that first day but as he continues to sit with them, he learns their dynamics. Reader and Eli are together and Demetri is pining after the popular mean girl despite her never ever looking his way; Robby doesn't care at first but he warms up to them easily. After all, this crowd isn't superficial or anything like that.

As time goes on, he starts to develop a crush on Reader and a protective nature over Eli. If anyone ever tries to mess with Eli and Demetri, Reader and Robby stand up to the bullies and tell them to fuck off. Kyler wants to fight Robby but Reader mentions how she'll tell her sister what a slutty guy he is if he lays a finger on her boyfriend or friends. It makes Kyler squirm and he backs off for now, but it makes Robby curious as to who her sister. Reader rolls her eyes and tells him about Sam (I think in this little au, Sam is a mean girl with Yasmine and Moon, or she replaces Moon when Moon is enlightened and defects from being a bully, but I won't go into detail on that rn unless people want me too). Robby is a little shocked but shrugs it off.

S1 Robby is king but guarded, so with this information he doesn't let people like Sam in or even close. Especially after hearing she's dating that bully Kyler. However, he sees how great Reader is and is drawn to her even more. He begins to open up her first before Eli and Demetri; telling her about his parents and how he doesn't always have what he needs. This prompts her to put a little something together for him, a care basket if you will. And at first he doesn't accept it, doesn't want it, but she assures him that she only wants him to take it if he's comfortable and that she just that out would be nice. She's not doing this in front of anyone and it's just between them. By the end of the day, he does take her gift and realize it's just some essentials: fresh body care supplies, snacks and drinks, and a some cash with a note that says "For anything you want or that I might have mkssed." He's so smitten after this because it's from her heart and not out of pity.

Robby crushes hard on her but hides it well because she's already in a relationship. Her and Eli were an established couple when he wshowed up at the school, so he knew there was no chance of him getting g with her. And plus, he and Eli have become friends. It's not like he'd ever do something like that to him. So he hides his emotions, but there's one person who sees through it all: Demetri Alexopoulos.

Demetri is pretty observant but he doesn't say anything to Robby, thinking the crush will pass. However, as time goes on, he realizes the feelings Robby has for Reader as deep and true. And not only for Reader. He sees the way Robby defends Eli from the likes of Kyler and other bullies. He gets intense and bows up, makes himself big and bad. He's a bad boy from another school that has a secret heart of gold that he doesn't show to many people, so to people outside of his small group of friends, he's not friendly. But when it comes to Eli, he's beyond unfriendly, he's utterly pissed.

The couple is so wrapped up in each other that they don't notice Robby's admiring eye at first. They're content together, but Reader starts to take notice of Robby's lingering looks and how longing they are. She doesn't say anything about it for a while, thinking it will pass, but it doesn't. So she tells Eli about it, who hasn't noticed at all. Whenever he's with Reader, his eyes are only on her, and when she isn't around, he's focused on other things. He's shocked to say the least, then bows his head and says something so disparaging like "I understand if you wanna be with a cool guy like Robby..."

Reader shuts that down real quick. She apologizes for not making her intentions in bringing it up clear and assures him with kisses that she's so in love with him. She just wanted to tell him about Robby because his little crush isn't disappearing. So they talk about what to do about it, if anything, and they agree that they should talk to Robby about it.

So they do that, inviting him over to Reader's house while the rest of her family is away. They lured him over by saying Demetri was also going to be there but he has no idea about the meeting. Demetri is too busy helping his mom rearrange their living room so there's no possibility they'll be interrupted while confronting Robby about this subtle crush he can't hide anymore. It's been months and Reader admits that he did a great job hiding it for a while, but the jig is up.

Sitting down with him, Reader cuts straight to the point and Eli lets her take the lead.

"We know you have a little crush," she says and stares at him, making sure he feels the pressure of her stare. "We thought it would be a nice idea to talk about it and clear the air."

Robby looks between them, a little startled. His tough bad boy act is gone and he feels a little vulnerable. "You know I like the both of you?"

Reader and Eli share a look, Eli wide-eyed. Reader takes point again and looks at Robby. Regardless of this little revelation, she is still calm and cool. "Both of us?"

Robby screws his eyes shut and curses. "Dammit... well, now you do."

They really have to talk about it now, not that Reader is phased by this. She knew that they were going to talk about it, but she didn't think it was going to go like this.

In short, the conversation ends with Reader straddling Robby's lap as they make out, one hand on his jaw and her other in Eli's hand with their fingers intertwined. Robby just melts under Reader's weight and effortlessly kisses her, his hands on her waist and squeezing her rolls. She's in complete control, on the surface - as soon as Eli squeezes her hand, she pulls away and kisses him just as heatedly. Robby watches, enchanted by them as he can't believe he's actually in the middle of them like he's been daydreaming about for months now. Why didn't he say something sooner?

Then he gets to kiss Eli, who is really shy about it because he's never kissed anyone other than Reader and he's nervous. Robby's cool attitude comes back in full swing as he cups Eli's face in his hand and leads him into the kiss, Reader watching from where she sits on his lap, biting her lip. It's sweet and passionate as they navigate the kiss and Eli relaxes, helped by Reader playing with his hair.

After taking one another's breaths away, they cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Robby, the touch-starved guy that he is, is stuck to Reader's side as she's put between him and Eli. It is going to take time for them to get used to this but it isn't a bad feeling whatsoever.

When they tell Demetri, he isn't surprised. He wasn't sure if his best friends would bring a third into their relationship, but he still isn't surprised when they confirm it. He says something about being the fourth wheel and questioning if that's somehow worse than being a third wheel. He's so unserious but happy for them.

Demetri took the news well, but Imagine Daniel's reaction when he tells his daughters to invite their boyfriends to dinner! He's trying to have a casual conversation with his daughters - one who is spoiled and has fallen into the valley rabbit hole of rich kids, the other paving her own path through life without a care in the world; like, all he wants to do is meet the boys his daughters are dating and he's given a shock when Reader has to tell him she's actually in a relationship with two guys.

"I knew when I had two daughters, I had to deal with double the dating scares, but this? Triple? Are you kidding me?" he asks, near to freaking out.

And mean girl!Sam scoffs at her sister. "You couldn't pick between two guys? Are you serious?"

And Reader smirks at her. "Actually, we all chose each other. That's how dating works. I thought you were smart enough to know that."

Needless to say, goth!Reader and mean girl!Sam wouldn't really get along.

Imagine the pressure at the dinner table when the boyfriends come over. Kyler is a jackass, disrespectful, and confused as to why Reader is sitting between Lip and Keene (two more people he doesn't respect). Not to mention he's a bully to one of them and that makes Eli anxious the whole time. However, with his partners there, he's made to feel better as the night goes on and while Kyler makes things awkward for Daniel, Reader is feeding Eli and Robby sushi for the first time and having a ball of a time.

After dinner, Daniel wants to sit down with the guys and talk to them about their intentions with his daughter. He's wary of all of them, as he should be when it comes to Kyler because we know his intentions are not good ones. But Daniel has his eye on Robby, who he thinks is too laid back as he lounges on the couch beside a frigid, stiff Eli who won't look at him. And they're holding hands.

Meanwhile, Reader is helping her mom clean up while Sam is pampering herself in the bathroom. Reader is listening to her father talk to the guys from where she is, but when she peeks inside and sees Eli hasn't moved, she slips away to whisk him off his feet and take him outside for some fresh air. With that rescue, Robby takes the chance to go with them, leaving Daniel with Kyler, who is waiting for Sam to come back and do the same for him - and this is when Daniel realizes he's been giving the hard dad glare to the wrong guys and starts to press into Kyler, who isn't exactly acting like an angel but isn't dumb enough to admit he's only with Sam because she's hot.

Outside, Reader is sitting with Eli and telling him how great he is and that her dad is just a hard ass sometimes. Robby is with them but staying quiet and listening. He doesn't care what Daniel LaRusso thinks; he only cares about what Reader thinks, and he already knows she cares about him and Eli so much. It's Eli who needs this moment and Robby knows that, he just doesn't know what he can say to help.

I don't know how to end this but all these ideas just came to mind lol. So, here's the end.

[sensei-venus]

@gemini-sensei @miguelnation

I want Sam to be pertty to me- I hated when she acted like a brat, like she was big and bad, but at the same time I want that.

I want her to act all hard around me. Like the smallest thing is going to piss her off, rolling her eyes at me and scoffing.

Imagine saying something that pisses her off just enough to tip her over the edge. She’s grabbing your arm and prying you away from what ever your doing. Doesn’t even matter if your talking to someone or not. She’s dragging you off into some more privet area to talk. In her case it’s more like chewing you out over something.

She gets this kind of iron grip on your forearm and drags you away.

Hissing in your ear she tells you “You know I don’t like you saying that kind of stuff in front strangers.” She gets that glint in her eye. That one where she is just fed-up with whatever you were doing.

Then it quickly turns into her pushing you up into a walls. Sticking her hand down your pants and violently fingering you until your cumming all over her hand.

The whole time she’s just whispering too you how much of a bitch you are, how you can’t help but to do things she tells you not to, that this is your punishment.

[brionbroadway]

got his ass

[redwinedulac]

just a wild tweet from beginning to end

[sandushengshou]

[drulalovescas]

There were two recliners. And two beers between the recliners. TWO. And Sam didn't know about the Dean Cave. He had no idea. But Cas knew. CAS KNEW--

[jjcattt]

AMPUTEE SAM. I KNOW THIS IN MY HEART. I FEEL IN MY SOUL THAT HE HAS A COOL LOOKING PROSTHETIC ALSO. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT CRITICISM.

[egophiliac]

popping back in for a couple seconds, because I am obsessed with these two throwaway characters from the last new year's bit. I need to know more about this fancy overdramatic theater kid and IT nerdling's more-likely-than-you'd-think friendship.

(brb, building an entire mental headcanon around these random characters who will literally never appear again. they have a whole sitcom together...in my heart.)

[eremin0109]

Rewatching season 6 and I just think that we all moved on a little too quickly from how terrifyingly good Castiel is at "interrogation".

Ripping people's heads with his bare hands, torturing monsters (even the relatively good ones) to get information about purgatory out of them, being described as even worse than Crowley at carving people out (and that's saying something because Crowley is BAD bad).

It's here when him being an ANGEL really comes into the play. He's almost always the most powerful being in the room, his meek-looking vessel only acting as a decoy for people to brush him off as harmless. But this season really delves into why he was one of Heaven's most decorated soldiers and why it was specifically him who was chosen to lead the siege to hell way back in season 4.

He's a fucking war machine, no wonder everyone's a little afraid of him.

[bluerosefox]

A DPxDC soulmate au idea

So DCverse is a soulmate world (pick any soulmate way btw, words, touch, drawings on the skin, can't see color(s) until they see or touch them, etc etc)

DPverse doesn't.

Meaning Danny wasn't born with a soulmark BUT he gets one after becoming a halfa because he is now connected to the Infinite Realms.

SO its during another one of Vlad's schemes, he's popping into different worlds and stealing things or something like that (basically like that one ep where Danny chases Vlad through the timeline after he stole Frostbite's map)

During the chase they pop out into the DCverse in one of the hero cities (pick any, not picky on which) and their fight is getting a bit out of hand (Vlad's fault, he's using the stuff he's been stealing, and Danny is doing his best to getting innocent people from getting hurt)

ANYWAYS during the fight, one of the cities hero's come to try to help/find out whats going on when Danny is hit by Vlad and gets tossed at them. The moment they either touch or Danny/Soulmate says something to the other, Danny feels the odd mark on him burn up and is MEGA confused on whats going on but decides to do what he does best.

Ignore it for now. He'd figure it out later he still needs to stop Vlad.

He apologizes to the other hero and gets back into his fight, missing the look of complete smitten awe/shock said hero had on their face.

[cillivnz]

⋆˚࿔ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘦]

pairing. 𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘦 x f!reader

synopsis. competitiveness is a vice, your nature gets the best of you when your best friend challenges you to climb the top of the slide before him. since you won, you deserve to be rewarded, and sam recognises that.

includes. nsfw themes (18+), exhibitionism, outdoor/public sex, perv!sam, clueless!reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, degradation, possessive!sam, dub-con, loss of virginity/innocence kink, overstimulation, clit-play, unprotected sex (PiV), dacryphilia, cream-pie, smoking, theft?

word count. no idea, don’t ask.

a/n. was this asked for? no. did i deliver, still? fuck yeah. i really got lost in how to describe the situation, just go with the flow until you reach the fucking, shh. both protagonists are adults. i don’t proof-read my shit anymore.

PEERING AT YOU FROM AFAR, sam’s serpentine tongue toys with his labret piercing. you’re in that skimpy skirt again— the one that perks the unwanted attention of everyone in the neighbourhood. it’s not that he hated you in them— the low-cut tank tops spilling your cleavage, it’s just a sight he’s reserved for him, in the dark of his room while his cock is milking into the panties you deemed missing.

you were waddling towards the slide, your hips swaying with the sea breeze. sam’s jaw clenched when he got one peak of the fat flesh of your ass. he scoffs at your piss-poor attempt at dressing when you barely manage to cover your mound. ‘ever the tease’, he groans. as he flicks alight his marlboro red, the devil on his shoulder— his trusted advocate— spoke.

“hey, bambi,” your head whipped towards him, the nickname never failing to make you clench your thighs. “you still wanna learn to skate? yeah?” his raspy voice had a tinge of amusement to it, a frown encasing his eyebrow piercing as he peers through the sun. “yes!” you spoke all-too-eagerly. you had been dying to learn how to skate, courtesy of your obsession with Bam Margera (something that always irked sam out for reasons unknown), so it was natural for you to resort to your trusted (and professionally good) best friend for some lessons. what you hadn’t anticipated was to be turned down so bluntly. sam not wanting for you to break that pretty little nose or have a black-eye around those bambi eyes. you’d been pestering him for weeks, but his patience seemed endless, that is, until he found a good reward for himself in this deal. “tell y’ what,” he says, having your undivided attention towards him. “if you climb to the top of the slide before me, i’ll give you skating lessons,” a genuine smile flashed on his face, “and if i win,” now that smile turned into a smirk, “well, you’ll see.” he said, motioning for you to take the headstart.

sam knew you weren’t the athletic type, and that only way to climb up was up the slide. still, he let you sprint towards it first, loving the sight of your skirt swaying in the wind, giving him a delicious peak at your baby blue panties.

seven seconds barely in and he gets up from the swing, placing his lit smoke on the metal, before darting towards you. catching up to you was as smooth a breeze as the wind flowing through the neighbourhood. he wasn’t athletic either, but his long limbs gave him the needed upper hand. the salty breeze carried oceanic oud and the stench bittersweet whiff of marijuana as sam dashed past you, but you weren’t having it. earlier, the shame of your potential indecent exposure prevented you from pulling a usain bolt on him, but having him win with all odds in his favour and despite the headstart— yeah, you weren’t having it.

you dashed forth, feeling your skirt sway away with the teasing breeze, lunging for the slide the minute you reached it’s foot. sam’s eyes widened when you picked up your pace, and when you sprinted, with not a care in the world, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull to see your baby blue panties constricting the fat globes of your ass. sam didn’t like running, but he hated running with a boner.

you reached the top of the slide, doing a giddy little victory dance. sam’s vindictive eyes landed on you, watching you sway your hips while your chest huffed with pride and adrenaline.

“my fault for giving you that head-start, bambi,” he chewed his cheek in annoyance. “tough luck, sammy,” you giggled. “so, when do you start giving me skating lessons?” your big doe eyes were shining, looking expectantly at your new mentor. “now, hold on,” he said, voice low. it was then you realised you had unknowingly taken a seat on the slide, and sam was crouched between your legs, very, very close to your legs. you gulped, “what now?”

“yes, you won, but i need a promising fee to convince me to lend you my precious skateboard,” he pouts, “you know how rare that heartagram one is.” it’s true, sam had to fight his old man nearly every day for allowance to get it. “what- how could i convince you?” you were desperate.

“how about you start by spreading your legs?”

you gasped the minute those words left his mouth, unable to process let alone comply. he huffed, “why must i do everything for you, bambi? hm?” he jerked open your legs, immediately pushing his torso between your knees. “not that i mind, bambi,” he continued, cooing, “you’d probably exhaust that dumb little brain of yours a day without me,” he shoved up your skirt. “sam, what are you—” you were cut off by the feel of his thumb poking right at your clit. “what does it look like i’m doing, silly girl? look at that, i didn’t even have to look for your clit, the little thing’s so swollen— poking through your panties, baby,” he rambled, applying pressure on your nub.

it took about a minute of him toying with your clit before your soft cotten panties were damp, ruined by the slick gushing out of you. “slutty little thing, look at that,” sam groaned, transfixed by the sight of the wet spot growing in your underwear.

“sammy, not here….” you whimpered out, “here’s exactly where, baby. ‘community park’s where the neighbourhood sluts get it.” you couldn’t help but moan at his crude tongue. “oh?” you were hoping he wouldn’t, but his ears were quick to catch on to the soft sounds. “i’ve got me a whore with a degradation kink, huh,” sam chuckles, sending tingles through your core. his long raven locs fell over his pale face, a checkerboard contrast.

“lift your hips, bambi,” his raspy voice breathy from arousal. you were hesitant to comply, but had you not found release soon, you were sure to explode. so, you do.

he quickly took off your panties, pocketing them with a smug smirk. you gasped at the cold sensation of the metal platform beneath you. you awaited a sly remark at how your arousal leaked down to your thighs, but none came. your eyes flick to his, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. sam monroe, your best friend of years, your biggest tease and mocker, was now left enchanted by the sight of your gushing pussy, all puffy and swole with need. his chest heaved up and down, pearly beads of sweat forming around his face, like iridescent piercings. “sam… touch me, please,” the words shamelessly escaped your lips, but you needed to break his trance.

his eyes flicked up to yours, mouthing agape. he nodded, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips. he spread your legs, and then your folds, watching your tiny hole gape around your fluttering lips. he watched how your clit protruded, desperate for attention— his attention. “tell me, bambi,” he asked, his gaze burning a hole through your body. “has anyone else ever made you this wet? ‘your clit ever swell so much for somebody?” he coaxed, watching you writhe and throb in anticipation. “n-no, sam,” you whimpered. “bambi, say it,” he looked at you through his firm brow, a warning glare. “no one’s- no one has made my cl-clit so… swell,” you burnt with shame, moreover with arousal. it’s true, if you’ve ever pleasured yourself, it’s to the unholy thoughts of him.

“good girl, bambi,” he said, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, his mouth drowning your nub in his saliva. a sharp sensation of pleasure coursed through your body when the tip of his tongue circled your clit, taunting it painfully. he began sucking on it, which was when you felt his tongue piercing come in contact with your little hole. your eyes shot open, widening when his tongue began thrusting in and out of your walls. his ring-clad fingers quickly replaced his tongue, scissoring your hole open. your body shuddered at the catalyst sensations; the hot metal on his tongue and the cold ones pushing through your cunt.

“fuck,” you moaned. “shh, pretty girls don’t curse,” sam ‘tsk’ed, leaving your clit with a ‘pop’. two long, thick digits were pummelling through your unused cunt. you were squirming, gushing, creaming down his digits. “sam, i’m— gonna cum, sam!” you babbled, he nodded fervently, with your clit trapped in his mouth. quickly, he swapped. his tongue thrusted into your cunt while his fingers vigorously rubbed your clit. with the sensation of his piercing stroking your velvety walls, you were a goner. you gushed into his mouth with a pornographic moan, legs twitching around his broad shoulders.

he parted from you, only to manhandle your legs as further apart as he could, sticking them between two poles. you gasped at the burning stretch, your cunt on display for his ravenous eyes. “sorry, bambi. i know you’re a bed-of-roses-kinda-girl but i just can’t hold it anymore…” before you could fathom what he meant he had already unzipped his black jeans, his cock sprang out.

“no, sam, not here! please!” you shrieked a little too late. the fat tip of his cock had already began rubbing up and down your slit, mixing your gush and his precum together, turning all thoughts in your little bambi brain into mush. sam stood tall on the ladder, so further below you yet hovering over you. this was the most perfect position, he thought, having stuck your legs as wide open as he could, levelling your warm cunt with his cock so all he had to do was slam into your sheathing walls— this was bliss; his reward for being so patient with your teasing ass and your punishment for testing him.

with one shove, he was tearing through your hymen, but since he had prepped you, the pain lasted less, and because sam was ever the gentleman he even gave you two whole minutes to adjust to his intrusion, while he basked in your suffocating warmth. “bambi, this cunt is like a hole to heaven,” he sighed, head thrown back, eyes closed in euphoria. “no wonder kids around the block want to hit it,” he clenched his jaw, smirking to himself at the thought of being the first to enter you. you writhed, overwhelmed with how whole your hole felt (horny word-play, they don’t call me sin for nothing). soon enough, his patience wore off and he began thrusting into you rhythmically.

“s-sam, slow d-down…” you moaned, trying to close your legs, had they not been fixed in place by your cruel penetrator. every muscle of yours burned sore, but the sensation of him pounding into you overpowered all. “fuuuck, i’m not gonna last long, bambi,” he groaned in your ear, lifting your chin to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. “oh, shit,” he moaned into your mouth, biting down hard on your plump lower lip. you moaned in response. his fingers made their way to your clit, flicking it fervently, feeling you clench around his cock in response, sam unexpectedly came. the warmth of his load shooting into you had you spiralling away into your second orgasm. your nails clawed at his forearms, begging for him to stop, but he wouldn’t give it a rest until every drop of his seed shot into you. the tears streaming down your lashes intensified, and a pussy-drunk sam was quick to lick them away, kissing your soft cheeks.

“sam, what have you done…?” you asked, half ashamed, half aroused. “what i should’ve a while ago,” he said, nonchalantly, getting down the slide and lifting you with him. you blushed at the ease with which he carried you in his arms. “sam, my panties—” “naw, bambi, they’re mine now,” he patted the garment in his pocket, “—fit right into my collection,” he accidentally let out. “what?” the pieces of the puzzle fit. “you’ve been stealing my panties?!” you yelled. his sudden change in demeanour whenever you’d enter your room after leaving him there, alone, and how he’d mysteriously be lurking around your underwear drawer was explained.

“i can neither confirm nor deny that,” he said, lifting the cigarette butt he placed on the metal swing he sat at earlier.

he in fact did confirm that, later that night, when you received a video of him on your phone, jerking off his swollen cock— with the red lace panties you’d been searching for all week— wrapped around his cock, stained in his cum.

may all competitions in life be this rewarding.

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[navree]

i appreciate that, no matter the universe, basira is still gonna be two steps away from smacking some dumbass man on the head whenever he spouts off some bullshit, i appreciate the constancy

[crackers4jenn]

spn is such a funny show, it'll be like:

Naomi tells Cas he has to choose "us, or them" and 'them' is meant to imply Sam and Dean both, but then

she makes Cas kill fake copies of Dean only

Or Metatron will speechify about how Cas is "in love... with humanity"

and then give Cas another lil speech about how it was all "to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of Heaven, but ultimately it was about saving one human, right?"

Ishim shows up and tries to tell Cas how weak he is for befriending Sam and Dean

and then when he wants to "cure" Cas of his human weakness, that weakness is just Dean

AND THEN you'll have things like

Sam will say that Cas is family, that he'd die for him

but he also refers to Cas as an "it" just hanging around in a vessel strong enough to take on Lucifer (in season 11!! It's not like he said that in s4 or something, it was like 8 years after knowing the guy)

Or in "Regarding Dean," Dean will say to Sam "and our best friend's an angel!"

and then when he's by himself in the mirror, he'll say "and Cast--Cas is my best friend."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid