#sam drake headcannon

[durrtydawg]

wait hold up headcanon requests??? how do the uncharted guys like/prefer their oral sex (whether that means giving or receiving, your pick 👀)?? (but only if you want to) (also YES you should keep writing the Sadir Inheritance!)

Okay, you little devil. Have the brothers, because they took me long enough & i got a little carried away.

Nate & Sam Drake Giving/ Receiving Oral (f!reader)| headcanons.

CW: nsfw (duh). 18+ pls <3

Sam:

Giving

Yeah, yeah, he can be a selfish asshole, but god, does he love to put his mouth to work on you (even if it is sometimes primarily for his own satisfaction).

Things could go one of two ways when it comes to Sam; a nasty little tease, or a total sweetheart.

He can be a cocky, condescending bastard, and he takes an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing how flustered he can get you. Whilst he rushes most things in life, he has the patience of a saint when it comes to going down on you, and loves to be buried between your thighs until he's pretty much drunk on your taste.

Though, he certainly doesn’t make it a walk in the park.

Big fan of teasing. BIGGER fan of edging. He’s a relentless menace, and will make you beg for everything: for him to touch you where you need him to, to let you cum, you name it…he’ll have you begging the whole time.

Sam loves to both watch and hear you lose composure time and time again, and since he can be big-headed *cue hairline joke*, he 100% gets off on the fact that he has the ability to do so with his mouth alone- he’ll happily have you in any position where he can watch as you do so. Go-to's include:

-Legs over his back whilst he lays on his front, hands gripping your thighs over his shoulders with enough pressure to leave bruises, close enough for you to comb your fingers through his hair…if you’re lucky enough for him to let you keep those hands of yours untied.

-Sitting on his face‼️ Tongue, lips, nose- and even teeth if he’s feeling particularly sadistic- working together perfectly in order to send you making all kinds of sounds that only he could draw from you. Also means he can get that oh-so-important alternate grip on your ass and tits (expect him to smack 'em. He will.). Now, I know this may not be the obvious choice because you’re almost pinning him down, but it gives him a chance to really go to town ’til he's got you dripping all over his face. Plus- he’d never admit this out loud- but he actually loves feeling a little used by you when the time is right, thus what better position could you possibly be in?

Ohhh, and how could I forget the overstimulation? It’s quite a sight seeing the gentle licks and sucks he uses to repeatedly coax you to the edge transform to the unrestrained messiness of a man starved.

He’ll smirk and maybe even laugh at you as you whimper and writhe against his mouth in an attempt to quell the oversensitivity, whining for him to ease off, but he’ll have such a grip on you that you’ve simply got to ‘suffer’- after all “Sorry, I--I thought y'wanted to cum, didn’t you, Princess?”.

Won't stop until you're almost passed out, and will use such an opportunity to come up to the surface and kiss you in your state of lethargy, slick-coated stubble grazing against your face as he gets you to taste yourself, drawling between breaths about how delicious you are.

Maybe he’ll add his fingers to the mix to really get you feeling insane on your own pleasure before he has his turn.

Whilst he loves riling you up (something about the way he has full control over your pleasure sends him a bit feral), he has his moments where he can be almost as tender as his brother. Sam’s a quick-witted son of a bitch, and is all over the idea of sending you into fits of giggles, even whilst he goes down on you.

He's not afraid to whip out the amusing theatrics at the right time, and can become the human embodiment of a comedically-timed 'Careless Whisper' sax break- but you might have to rein it in if you want to actually get anywhere, because there's always a slight risk that he could ruin the moment.

Not feeling attractive? Talking smack about yourself? He won't hesitate to verbally 'shush' you before leaving a trail of bruises all over your upper thighs to shut you up. Compliments? He’ll find time to pepper them in... even while he’s got his tongue buried inside you.

Receiving

Honestly, he's not difficult to impress. Simply drop to your knees in front of him with a sweet little smile, and he's already half-way there.

Mostly wants to finish inside you (idgaf what anyone says, this man has a festering breeding kink), and will primarily enjoy getting head as foreplay, BUT, there have been plenty of times where the idea of finishing on your face, down your throat, or, god help him, all over your tits, gets him so hot that he has to have you that way.

Again, total menace at times, can be tender at others...but most often he's the former. Even if he starts out sweet and slow, the closer he gets to orgasm, the higher his tendency to get a tad carried away.

He's not afraid to take total control, especially on those days where he has a lot on his mind, and needs to let out a bit of pent-up stress. He'll take out said stress on you, but of course you're more than happy to oblige.

Gag reflex not fantastic? On those rougher days, tough luck. Sam doesn't give a shit.

"Aw, strugglin', sweetheart? Good." All deep and gravelly. Heh.

He'll be hitting the back of your throat, snarky rhetorical questions chuckled through a smirk because he knows you can't respond. If anything, he wants to hear you choke on him, and with a fist to your hair, will bury himself as deep as possible, holding your head still for a few seconds just to hear you gag, before sliding out, letting you gasp in air before he goes again. He probably won't even give you time to consider getting his balls involved, though he'd sing your praises if you do.

Completely gets off on watching you drool uncontrollably, eyes watering as he fucks your throat.

Rest assured though, he'll watch you with caution, just in case there's any sign that it's too much, but tbh he probably won't take that long, so you'll be fine.

He doesn't really have a go-to place to actually cum when it comes to oral- it's like playing wheel of fortune every time- but one thing's for certain: he's gonna growl, and it's not going to be neat, so here's hoping it takes place somewhere with nearby shower access.

Deffo fantasises about getting sucked off in a public place...the riskier the location, the more turned on he is by the idea of it. Funnily enough, he's too nervous to ask because he doesn't want to cross a line...but will 'joke' about the idea of it.

Above all, Sam's in awe of you every time you offer to go down on him, and whist he may not openly express it, he cherishes the more intimate moments between you. No matter how rough he is with you, he never fails to keep telling you how pretty you look with him in your mouth, and he's always quick to resort back to a wise-crack or two after he's done, just to bring himself back down to earth;

"Well, looks like I got all...Jackson Pollock over your...*snickering, pointing to come-covered tits* Bot-'Botticellis'." "My...Botte-I- What are you on about?" "The paint-Jackson...Pollock, the painter who did all the--" "Yeah, no, I get it, 'Michaelangelo's 'David''. Just...towel please, wise guy."

Nate:

Giving

Our babygirl Nathan isn’t just a pretty face.

Now, we all know he presents himself as a bit of a know-it-all womanizer, but once he’s alone with a partner, that façade crumbles away like 99% of the bridges he sets foot on.

This sweetheart loves giving- like, loooves it, but it takes him a hot minute to get to it unless you’re the type to instruct him to do so- he can get a little nervous, and is always keen to impress, so reassurance is always helpful.

However, as soon as you make it clear that you want him to go down on you, he’s all “can't wait to taste you” right up to the second his lips are latching onto your clit. From here-on-out, he's enraptured.

He loves the intimacy of it all, and he shows it. Despite the fact that he’s doing all sorts of unholy things to you with his mouth, his hands love to wander; thumbs stroking your hips and the tops of your thighs, fingers sometimes lacing with yours if they meet at the right time. He adores it when you tell him how good he’s doing, and as your mewls and sighs progress into more languid moans, and your nails dig into him a little harder, he swears it makes him feel almost as good as being inside you altogether.

Pull👏🏼Nathan’s👏🏼hair. He loves when you get a little rough with him, and hair pulling is a huuuuge turn on. He definitely didn’t tell you this with words, but one accidental tug that you thought was a little too rough once resulted in a groan that let you know it was imperative you do it again.

Similarly to his brother, Nate enjoys a bit of edging when he’s erring just on the right side of cocky. Eating pussy is a strong contender for his favourite type of foreplay, and if he can get you just that little bit frustrated, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life when you’ve had enough. He only gets hornier the more he riles you up, solely based on his knowledge that you're not afraid to reprimand him.

In terms of position, he loves kneeling while you open up at the edge of the bed (or any surface for that matter), so you’re able to look down at him while you comb your fingers through his hair, muttering about how good he is and how amazing his mouth feels. He wants to see how good of a job he's doing, so will take multiple glances up at you through his lashes to watch how he's making you feel.

Encourage and praise him if you want to be rewarded with some extra stimulation; a simple “doing so good for me, babyboy” will send him humming gratified groans right into you.

If he’s feeling particularly submissive, he’ll beg for you to sit on his face. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you grinding yourself onto him as he laps you up like his life depends on it….just don't be surprised if he cums before you get a chance to return the favour.

Receiving

Nate definitely isn’t opposed to the idea of receiving, but is very intent on assuring you that you really don’t have to if you don’t want to - in saying that, he’s equally as quick to shut his mouth the moment you drop on your knees for him. If it makes you happy, he wants nothing more.

Wake him up with a blowjob, and he'll be putty in your hands for the rest of the day. Though he'll be in full admiration of you regardless of when you go down on him.

Will delicately brace a hand behind your head during, but wouldn't ever think about moving it in any way- he'll play with the hairs on the nape of your neck to give himself something to distract him from finishing too soon, so he's not nervously clutching onto whatever's nearby.

If he's not doing that, he's cupping your jaw, swiping up the stray spit that escapes the corners of your lips- he probably thinks it's helping you out somehow...it's not, but it's cute nonetheless.

Loves watching you- partially because he wants to make sure you're genuinely enjoying yourself, but mostly because he can't deny how good you look with his cock in your mouth, glint in your eye as you look up at him through your lashes.

BIG blusher, and actually pretty noisy. He gets so whiney the closer he gets to finishing, despite his attempts to keep any sounds held at the back of his throat- his hands can often be found searching feverishly for something to grip onto as he twitches on your tongue.

Nate definitely likes it when you deepthroat him, however, he hasn't once tried to force it out of you, and he prefers it if you take your time. If you gag, he's gonna panic and will probably pull away from you to ensure you're okay- He'll probably be too concerned to let you carry on, which can get annoying when all you want to do is go ham on his cock, but you can't deny it's sweet and endearing that he's thoughtful enough to check up on you.

Sometimes, however, you just have to shut him up by sitting on his face whilst you continue, just to keep his mouth occupied. Every cloud, eh?

Tie him tf up if you really want to see a man flustered- he wants it, but just won't ask. If you're not planning on making him finish with oral alone, use this as an opportunity to edge him to oblivion before you fuck him <3.

Will always always warn you when he's about to cum. He doesn't want to catch you by surprise, and wants to make sure you're not about to get caught off guard.

He'll want to jerk himself into your mouth if he's held himself together enough to do so- not only does he love the expectant grin and slight vulnerability on your face as you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, but he wants to prove to you that he's capable of having a little control over his own pleasure. He's definitely missed before though, because he can't keep his eyes open, and on more than one occasion there's been an emergency dash to pick up some eyedrops from the chemist.

Will be all blushy and giggly and cute as he wipes your face clean, never failing to remind you how much he thinks the world of you, thanking you time and time again til he's ready for round two.

Me:

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 29 - "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I sometimes like to headcannon that Danny is actually a rich kid that doesn't live the rich kid style cause his parents use their money for their research and like to live a simple life. He goes to galas Vlad or Sam drag him to as his parents representative.

Damian had been prepared for another boring Gala to go through. His elder siblings as well as Pennyworth had made sure to take away any sharp blade he had on him beforehand. With the blades gone Damian refused to socialize with high society. What was the point in enduring the torture of pinched cheeks and repeating comments with double meanings and hidden insults as well as the 'boot' lickers, as one of his brothers liked to put it, when he wasn't allowed to return the favor these people were giving him with a quick blade swipe.

So Damian was hanging back, retreating to the corners and shadows of the room where people aside from his family wouldn't notice him. But being there gave him the chance to notice something else. At first Damian didn't think much of it but with the minutes passing he noticed it more and more.

Small colorful page markers.

He started tracking them. Eyes going from person to person as he scanned them for these markers. Always in spots and placements oneself wouldn't notice them on their own as well as by others around them. Sometimes they were even Color matched with the person's outfit.

Damian scanned the hall and his eyes landed on a teenager, younger than Drake but older than him. The other boy was gliding through the people seemingly effortlessly and unnoticed towards the snack table. Once there the teen appeared to be interested in what sort of food the gala was offering.

His eyes narrowed as he eyed the people the teen had passed.

A blue marker by the belt loop of an older gentleman.

Red marker on the purse of the lady dressed in purple.

Green marker on another man's vest.

He was sure these markers weren't on them before. Interesting, he missed before moving towards the teenager by the snack table. The boy by now had piled up one of the small plates high with some of the overhead foods and Damian first felt reminded of everting Todd went to a gala and immediately would go for the foods.

"You are quite sneaky." He spoke up after waiting somewhat politely for the other to acknowledge his presence. Which never happened even after five minutes and Damian having clearly seen the other looking at him from his corner of the eye.

"Oh, what do you mean?" The teen then said after swallowing a bite of food.

"I presume the page markers are what you're doing?"

"Damit, not even an hour in and I am already busted." The teenager muttered and Damian arched an eyebrow. "Look, I don't know whose rich kid you are but will stop as long as you don't tell the fruitloop. I am here to represent my parents and if this fruitloop hears I am playing the game Sam invented for these galas he will-"

"I believe you misunderstood my intention." Damian smirked as he held out a hand. "My family found it adequate to take my blades. So I want in on this 'game' you are playing."

The teenager blinked at Damian before a grin spread across his face. He hurriedly placed his plate on the table before rummaging around in one of his pockets."Well that is a nice change! Your not a stuck up like the other kids here."

A block of green, red and blue page markers were then placed in Damians held out hand. "I am Danny Fenton by the way, representative of Fentonworks."

"Damian Wayne." He answered out of reflex as he inspected the page markers given to him, uncaring if the teen would now start fawning over his last name like he had seen others do before.

"Cool. So want to make it more interesting? This is more fun in a two player setting then one player." Damian inclined his head, not letting the surprise of the other teens lack of reaction towards his name show. Well it looked like Daniel, because what else got the name Danny stand for, would be nice company for this gala.

"Let's make specific targets for each other, maybe even placements. Sam always dares me to do specific things. If one of us gets caught is an automatic loss, the one with the highest successful placements at the end of this gala is the winner."

He smirked. Daniel had no chance, a game like this was easy for him. This was going to be an easy win. His league training as well as the training his father had made him go through was going to give him a clear advantage. He was playing with the thought of giving Daniel a chance by not using certain skills but after the first three targets, Damian decided that that would be unnecessary.

The gala went by faster, the two pointing out specific people or placements of the marketers to each other. They both had surprisingly their fair share of failures as well as success. In the end they both had a draw and were on their last page marker to place.

"This is going to be the final decision between, win, loss or draw." Daniel hyped up the game and Damian shook his head lightly at the others foolishness that reminded him of Jon.

"Well then, it would be only right to select the most difficult targets for each other."

"Well if that's the case, see the guy over there, the one with gray hair and a ponytail? That's the fruitloop. Place your last marker right to the left on his lower back, where his jacket covers over his belt."

Damian arched an eyebrow but the teen only grinned. He smirked if the other wanted to make it apparently difficult then Damian could provide him with a real challenge. "For you target, my father is currently talking to this 'fruitloop' as you call him. Place the marker on his back on his left shoulder blade."

Daniel would not be able to so, his father was vigilant and despite his act, very aware of his surroundings. His newly made gala acquaintance would fail and Damian would be the winner of this game.

"That's all? Easy."

The two boy's started to move towards the two adults. They shared one last glance before splitting up slightly in two different directions to approach their targets. Damian was close, his steps silent as he neared his target the 'fruitloop'. The page marker was tagged to the tip of one of his fingers. Once he was close enough he would be able to place it without even having to get too close.

His father noticed him and Damian gave him a polite smile as he moved like he was going to pass the man in his way towards his father. He did however not anticipate for his target to place his hand on the hip obscuring his target placement. Damian's hand instantly hid his hand behind his back transferring the page tag to his other hand and unconsciously clicked his tongue. He would have to try again.

"Fruitloop! Who are you talking to?!" He heard Daniel shout out of nowhere suddenly, his head wiping around to see the other clapping his hand on his fathers shoulder. The shoulder where he had told the other to place the marker. Damian ground his teeth. He was not going to accept a loss here.

"Daniel! Where are your manners?! This is Bruce Wayne. CEO of Wayne Enterprise. I am so sorry Mr.Wayne."

"No worries Mr.Masters. He is just like how my sons were at his age. It is good for teens to be so full of energy."

Damian narrowed his eyes as the other teen gave him a peace sign and mouthed the words 'I won.' As the adults returned to their discussion Damian glared at Daniel, his last page tag crumpled in his hand, he switched to stand on his fathers other side so that he was next to the teen now.

"I demand a rematch." He hissed agitated, to which Daniel only grinned wider. "Sure. The next time we see each other at a gala again. I will have two packs ready for our rematch."

Later that night when Damian had returned home from the Gala, he took off his jacket only to notice something green peaking through the folds of it. As he lifted it to inspect where the Color on it game from his eyes narrowed and his grip on the jacket tightened. On his jacked he found several green page markers tagged on it one of them even had a little ghost drawn on it. "Well played Fenton, well played."

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives. 

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge. 

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.” 

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That asshole isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as the first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the hell out of here?” 

Because distractions always helped him before. 

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it. 

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself. 

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story. 

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel. 

So he wants to share it with the person he loves. 

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame. 

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?” 

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than. 

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat. 

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions. 

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times. 

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened. 

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him. 

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening. 

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?” 

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there. 

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either. 

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh. 

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe. 

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?” 

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.” 

“Your point being?” 

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable. 

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference. 

The pain, and what he chose to do with it. 

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into. 

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Sam Carpenter as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 14)

When she helps you clean the apartment she knows you love to listen to Drake

So she puts the album ‘Nothing was the same’ on repeat

And gets distracted by your dancing and the way you move your hips and your body

So she just watches you enjoying the music

And she smiles at you

She loves when you wear her clothes even when you try them on

Sam is so tall and you’re so short so her clothes are big on you

But that means her clothes have her scent on them and you feel even more safe so when Sam is working late or in therapy so she can come home and cuddle you

When she’s on break she will text you the more adorable things that makes your heart smile. And even corny jokes too

She will text you things like

Sweetbabysam🔪❤️: Do you like bubbles? Because you got a bubble butt!! Sweetbabysam: 🔪❤️: Being with you everyday and holding you everyday makes so happy. I’ve never been this in love before and my gosh it feels great!!! You’re waaayyy better than all my exes put together hehhe😁😁😍😀

Sweetbabysam🔪❤️: You looked cute today. Cute pie!😍😍

Sam always thinks of ways to woo you and she definitely is successful in doing so

But her favorite way to woo you is when you and Sam take a hot shower together

And the hot water is running down both your bodies

She will put her hands on your lower back and gently kiss you and make out with you passionately

She will wash your hair. Kiss your neck gently

And hold you tight

Sam is so endearing and you love it

[neiveel3llson]

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Characters I write for:

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Greyson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)

Damian Wayne (platonic)

Batfam (platonic)

Sam & Max: Freelance Police

Sam (the detective dog)

Max (the rambunctious rabbit)

Welcome Home!:

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Barnaby B. Beagle

Poppy Partridge

Frank Frankly

Sally Starlet

Eddie Dear

Howdy Pillar

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Caine

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Gangle

Kinger

Zooble

Bubble

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo (2012)

Donatello (2012)

Raphael (2012)

Michalangelo (2012)

Leonardo (Rise)

Donatello (Rise)

Raphael (Rise)

Michelangelo (Rise)

Obey Me(OG! + NB):

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Mestopho

Thirteen

Rapheal

Luke(strictly platonic)

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor Altruist

Lucifer Magne

Valentino

Vox

Husker

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Striker

Chaz

Barbie Wire

Cult of the Lamb:

Lambert

Leshy

Heket

Kallamar

Shamura

Narinder

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers(RZ)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray

Chucky^

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Billy + Stu

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Leslie Vernon

Hannibal Lecter

Asa Emory

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop-Top Sawyer

Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise(1990)

Pennywise(2017)

What I will do:

One Shots

Headcannons

Fluff

Incorrect Quotes

Angst

Smut (in some cases)

LGBTQ+

What I will not do:

Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)

Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)

Incest

R*pe

S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)

Stories

(Intense) Yandere

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[writingawaymylife]

Thought Drabble:

You know one of the things I love about Sam Drake? It's the fact that he is childfree. His life is about traveling and adventure, it's about his career and aspirations.

Its a directly contrast to Nathan, where his end game being a wife and kids works wonderfully. He still loves his adventures and discoveries, but for him, whether or not he denied it in his younger years, he still craves a relationship and stability. I mean, he married Elena relatively soon after the first game when they met. The only reason he had such a difficult time commiting, was because of the instability of his life, and the world he had basically lived in since he was ten. But even then he still wanted Elena, still wanted to be her husband, and he still aspired for some kind of family and normalcy, whatever that meant for him. It's a beautiful progression from the first game to the fourth, I think. It just fits him.

With Sam, however, he just doesn't aspire for that. And sure some of his past might have had some influence, but it's more so just who he is. Marriage and making his own little family just isn't part of that, something you see when Sam and Nathan are talking about family and normalcy when they first get to Libertalia. Sam is comfortable being single until he finds someone he likes (which is common of course), and when he gets that special someone it doesn't involve marriage or children. It just the two of them, and Sam's adventures- whether or not his partner joins him. For Sam, the family lifestyle would really never work with him, and it would probably leave him more frustrated and disappointed with his life then anything else.

Though, I know for a fact he loves being an uncle. He visits his family after a job and when he first sees Cassie he loves her to the moon and back, though he wouldn't really babysit her for long (and Nate and Elena probably wouldn't want him to, let's be honest). He visits and brings her little trinkets from his adventure, little baubles and toys. He definitely gets a little scolding form Elena and Nate when he divulged too much of what happened the first time ("Sam, don't you dare tell her that you killed people!"). He would die for her, and he knows for a fact of anything was to happen, and she needs him? He could be in the middle of a damn jungle, and he would absolutely drop it if it meant protecting her (as he would with Nathan and Elena too, of courae).

He keeps busy, almost all the time, if he isn't on some big adventure he is on some small job. And if he isn't on a small job he is probably searching for one; big or small, or going on his own mini vacation, or visiting his family. So even when Cassie gets older, he isn't that keen on taking care of her, but he does a couple times. Nathan and Elena are a bit torn on how to feel when Cassie talks about knowing how to fight and defend herself after hanging out with Uncle Sam for a week, but he insists that she should know something, and they can't help but agree to a certain extent. Nathan helps teach her after that, and Sam jokingly brings up getting "Auntie Nadine" to help train her. Elena and Nathan aren't so torn on that one.

It's a no.

And Sam loves his life. Maybe he finds a significant other, and man, if they love traveling and adventure as much as he does he is just so in love. To him that's the dream. Traveling the world and finding amazing discoveries with the people he cares about; friends, family, a partner- the man couldn't ask for anything more.

[bapyess1r]

IMAGINE:

Sam Drake vs the Hamburger Lingerie. 😉 (NSFW)

LAWD HERE IT GO!

You had never bought a lingerie set before. Mostly because you never really felt sexy. But being with Sam lately, he’s been making you feel like you were every single day

So one day on a whim you decide to look through some sets. It was pretty rough. You didn’t really like most of the ones you’d seen. And the ones you did just didn’t really feel like you.

You thought you were much too dorky for these until you laid eyes on what was probably the most ridiculous thing you’d ever seen.

A Hamburger themed lingirie set

You laughed at it at first and out of curiousity, you clicked on the link.

When you really looked at it, it was actually kinda cute. You liked where the ruffles were placed and how the bra looked. It also came with little pickle nipple covers which you thought was absolutely hilarious.

“Fuck it. I need it.” You chuckle as you place the order in your size. You thought maybe you play it up too, with a red wig and yellow heels or something; maybe you’d do some makeup and put effort into it

It was all very foreign to you- “being sexy” but when the package arrived at your door, you couldn’t help but be a little excited about it

Sam was at a meeting with Sully off doing god knows what and you figured that maybe you’d try everything on together

You took a shower and had done your face up with a shimmering nude shade across your lids and a thick line of eyeliner. Hell you even put on lashes. You had shaped your brows to perfection and highlighted your face, adding a touch of matte red lipstick.

You felt a little silly as you maneuvered yourself into the garters and thigh suspenders and then even more so when you placed the luscious and long wavy burgundy wig on your head.

From the neck up you were satisfied and happy. It was from the neck down where you had begun to get nervous

You walked into your shared bedroom to look into the full length mirror at yourself and you gasped

You looked like an entirely different person.

You touched your stomach worriedly as the strap from the lettuce ruffles started to gently squeeze your skin, making you think it was a stomach roll.

Your dysmorphia ensued further when you tilted your head, noticing how the garters cut into your thighs

You turned to look at the back worried about everything under the sun but your bottom looked round and pert as you stood in your heels and burger thong

You but your lip in frustration when you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend standing in the doorway with a surprised expression.

You began to panic. You hadn’t even heard him come in and you certainly thought you had more time

You turned to face him fully and he burst into laughter. “Is that a burger?!” He chuckles. His brows are sky high as he looks at you with a twitter in his voice

Truth be told, he was just surprised and it was a little humorous that you’d chosen a burger theme instead of the cliche’ baby dolls or black lace

But he also knew that it was very you. And you to him was sexy as all get out. So he felt bad for laughing a little

Embarrassed, you run into the bathroom and close the door. It was a bad idea from the beginning and you knew that now. You stood with your hands on either side of the sink as you look at yourself in the mirror. “This was stupid...” you sigh all disappointed when you hear a knock on the door

The door slowly opens and Sam’s head peeks through the opening. You notice as he opens the door that he’s removed his shirt, exposing his tattoos, the hairs on his defined chest and a trimmed happy trail

Your heart lurches at the sight of him hanging seductively in the doorway, biting his lip to fight a smile

You cover your face and groan. “Ugh! It’s stupid! I know!” You exclaim before he has a chance to say anything but he literally doesn’t say a word.

You were feeling nervous until you peeped the way he ran his eyes over your body, taking in every curve of you

You straighten your posture little by little under his gaze as you’re beginning to figure out that he likes this

You flip your hair over your shoulder as you look back at him and he follows the curve of your back down to your ass with his eyes

And when your eyes locked with his, something in you switched on and you just wanted him

He wanted you to and he was making it painfully obvious but he wasn’t gonna let this set slide without throwing in a couple corny jokes

“Can I get a side of fries with that?” He said in a deep tone and you burst into laughter, covering your face as you turn red

He just smiled and reached for your hand to pull you close, slapping your ass roughly causing you to gasp

“Bring me them buns, girl.” He smirked, squeezing your ass tightly before placing a heavy kiss on your cherry red lips.

He let’s his hand go straight for your throat as he placed soft kisses in the crook of your neck. He chuckled feeling the vibrations on his palms as you moaned and laughed

“So I guess you like it?” You manage to ask.

“Sweetheart, I’m lovin’ it...” he moans into your skin as you laugh

He pulled you closer by the waist as he caresses your face gently, leaving chaste kisses across your jawline

When his thumb ran across your lower lip you took it upon yourself to take it between your lips, sucking on it just right and looking straight into his pupil blown hazel eyes. He let out a shaky sigh as you pulled back from his thumb and kissed him again

That fire was beginning to kick in his chest as he kissed you, pushing your hair out of the way as he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed

“Keep those heels on for me, Princess...” He groans, rubbing his hand down your legs

You were driving him crazy as you laid on the bed all posed up before him. He began to fidget with his belt buckle as he bent over to kiss you hungrily

He massaged your mounds with one hand, the other gripping the life out of your thigh as he pulls it past his hips, grinding into you with need

He kissed across your chest as he went to undo your bra when you started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He asks as you’re literally about to cry.

“Just take it off.” You chuckle and he does exactly that, turning into a giggling mess when he sees the pickle nipples

In his laughter, he pulls a strand of hair behind you ear and rests his forehead on yours. “God I love you, Y/N.” He kisses you, laughing a bit into your mouth as he does, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip lightly

“And I love you.” You say breathlessly, kissing his cheek (which left a perfect stain print of your lips there) before he continues to press his lips down your chest

He stops at your breast and slowly peels the sticker away, giving you a sensation that you hadn’t felt before. You sigh as the air hits your nipples, making them hard and perky before Sam’s lips are on them in seconds, his other hand beginning to gently peel the other sticker

He carefully teases both of your nipples and nips and sucks his way to your clothes center, kneeling as he makes out gingerly with the skin on your inner thighs

He snakes his arm under your hip and pins down your pelvis, pulling you closer to his face. He bites into you first causing you to whimper before he hooks his finger around your panties and pulls them to the side

His tongue barely grazes your slit for a while, teasing you until you squirmed beneath him

“Sammy, please...” you whine, sitting up

“Sammy, please what?” He said staring boldly into your eyes as his tongue takes a long and slow lap at your clit with a smirk

Your legs begin to numb as you throw your head back at the treatment being given to you

“Please make me cum...” you beg as your legs start to shake

“Of course, babygirl...” he growls, pushing you down roughly and throwing both legs over his shoulders. He inserts a long digit into your opening, pushing and pulling slow enough to make you a mess as the tip of his tongue licked at your pink pearl

After he decided he was done teasing you, he sped up the pace, sucking on your skin as he did.

You could feel your pupils get blown wide open as you approached climax. Feeling that euphoria as you got closer and closer to the edge

Suddenly, he stopped and climbed your body to kiss you once more, forcing you to taste yourself on him. You take his fingers in your mouth, tasting your juices and he groans at the sight of your red lips around his fingers.

He slaps your thighs and tells you to get on all fours and face the wall. You knew he was about to send you off

He hooks his finger under the hem of your thong and pulls it aside before sliding himself into you painfully slow

You let a high moan and he growled as he began pumping slowly in and out of you, never letting go of your thong. Holding onto to it like reigns on a horse

He slapped your ass once again, turning it red as you began backing into him to meet his thrusts.

“You’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” He said as he watched you arch your back for him

He grabbed hold of your hips tightly and began ramming into you at a beautiful pace

You were coming undone more and more as you listened to the orgasmic noises that left Sam’s throat as he drove into you

You felt that feeling of euphoria return again and you got vocal

His grunts and and growls becoming aggressive as you both neared the edge and he pulled you up with your back against him, one hand still gripping your hip and the other holding both wrists behind your back

“I’m gonna fucking cum....” he whispers in your ear in a tired raspy voice. As the tension built up between you, you both gasped loudly as you came on his member, him shooting a hot stream inside you

He kissed your shoulder as he pulled out and your bodies both crashed on the bed in laughter

“Y/N, I think you need to keep this little number like... forever.” Sam chuckled. You agreed. The response was more than worth it

“I think I will. But now I’m actually hungry. Wanna get a real burger?” You ask innocently. And he rolls over to kiss you sweetly.

“Absolutely. I loved eating you but you don’t necessarily provide me with the all necessary food groups.” He chuckled and you punch him in the chest playfully before going to get cleaned up. “I will definitely never look at a Big Mac the same though, I tell ya what.” He called after me as he stretched his naked limbs out on the bed.

[lady-stardust-writes]

Imagine The Drake Brothers Finding Out You’re Part Demon

You had met Nathen first while looking for a partner for an expedition into the Aztec ruins together

He was admittedly surprised when you asked, since the most action you looked you had seen was high school gym class

He questioned if you were sure, but you were adamant that you do this

So you both embarked on the new adventure where everything went fine except for a few near death experiences

You and him would spend time getting to know each other, bonding over shared interests you had, it was great especially since it was rare to meet someone that liked the things you do.

It was no doubt that he was the muscle while you were the brain, as you solved almost all the puzzles before he would get a chance to even try

It soon all came to a head when you found what you were there for, a sacrificial dagger

It was said that it held the power to grant immortality but at a great sacrifice of your humanity

You payed no attention to the rumors, writing them off as fairytales to scare away potential adventurers

But when you grabbed the dagger, you cut yourself by mistake causing you blood to drip on the blade

You had just for filled your end of a bargain without knowing by sacrificing your blood

But nothing immediately happened so you and Nate looted everything you could carry and left the temple without a second thought

You and Nathen became good friends after that, frequently discussing each other life, with his being a little eventful more for a time until you took up adventuring yourself

He was worried at first since he remembered how fragile you were but you assured him that you’ll be fine

Years later you got a call from Nate asking for help with his brother which you eagerly agreed too

Nathen had spent a lot a time describing you to his bother about how smart and delicate you were that he was half expecting a kitten to show up but was pleasantly surprised to see a woman that looked capable of knocking a grown man on his ass

Nathen was taken aback by your new look and didn’t know what to say but his brother sure did

“Why hello beautiful, I’m Samuel Drake and you must be (Y/N). My brother was just telling me about you but he forgot to mention how stunning you are.” You would blush which made Nathen jealous.

“Well I was just getting to that, thank you very much.”

From that moment on it started a small rivalry between the two as Sam continued to flirt with you while Nate would try to distract you with stories of his adventures

But they were to busy trying to woo you that they didn’t even notice strange things you did until they got separated away from you one day in a fire fight

“Where the hell is (Y/N)?” Sam would ask Nathen once they killed everyone, which in turn caused him shake his head.

“I thought she was behind us.” The brothers stood there in thought before hearing screaming from afar, leading them to instantly run to where the noise came from.

When they got there the brothers thought the worst had happened until they saw you standing in the center of a pile of bodies covered in blood.

They were both shocked and ask you what happened but your response would be that your just lucky. You convince them that it was true so the three of you could continue on with your mission

Nathen would soon start to tell jokes about you being supernatural which would make you nervously laugh

The boys would soon take notice in you more as you regularly seemed to get away with the impossible

You and Sam would occasionally have a drink together where you would need at least two whole bottles of whiskey before you even look slightly buzzed which was amazing since Nathen remembered you being a lightweight

One time you were in a shootout and they both saw you get shoot in the head but you didn’t go down, in fact you weren’t even hurt

But like all lies the truth came out when the three of you were being gunned down. There was no apparent way out so you looked to the brothers and told them not to look at what you were about to do

The brothers did what you told them for about five seconds before taking a peek and saw you had turned into a demon like creature with wings coming out of your back, sharp long claws, a tail, and horns on your head

“What the hell?!” Nathen had shouted making you turn your head, allowing them to see that your eyes were glowing a bright gold

“I told you not to look.”

From that moment on they knew the truth as you explained that your part demon from your first adventure together

For the most the boys were okay with this, if only a little freaked out

Nathen would reassure you that he was fine with what you were, when you unsure that he could still like you, in fact he found his self even more smitten with you from when you first met

But he would soon see would that his brother was just taken with you as he was, so the competition begin to win your heart

Sam found you more unique after learning the truth, he thought that you were interesting before but this made him actually take more of a real interest about the history of the things you talked about

He would even ask you about it, you were happy to tell him about the history of your problem and your theories. You would soon start to spend more time with him, all while Nathen was gritting his teeth in the background

Nathen would get so desperate that he would steal you away from his brother, to scenic viewpoints where he could praise you for how great of person you are without Sam jumping in and take his compliments away from him and making them his own.

All he wanted to do was tell you how you how he felt, but sadly his brother was not easily deterred

so Sam took to flat out trying to seduce you by any means, from telling you how gorgeous you are, to moving hair from your in your eyes while also caressing your face, he could tell it had a affect on you since every time he did either one, you would blush madly

After some time you felt comfortable with your other form and would let it show more often, which caused both of the boys to be fascinated as they took noticed small things about your form, like how you had glowing tattoos that moved around your body, and how your hair in this form seemed to defy gravity as it would occasionally float around you, making you look like you were from a work of art

But all their fighting led to a bad situation of you being attacked and them trying to kill more then each other to impress you but they would start to argue about who got the last kill on one of the bad guys

The two were to focused on their little argument that they didn’t notice that more enemy showed, leaving you take care of them, you summoned the monster inside of you and begin to rip into them, tearing them to shreds and leaving their remains on the ground

They were still bickering when you hovered above them, they looked up at you as the sun shined around your body, blinding them but they could still see your bright eyes glaring at them

The brothers knew they messed up as you yelled at them for being so petty and demanded to know why they were acting so strange of recent, to which they sheepishly told the truth about how they both liked you

You were surprised since you never put two and two together, all the fighting, the bragging, and the compliments now made sense. You felt a little dumb for not realizing sooner but you had never anyone try to compete for your love

Over time you came to love the two for each of their uniqueness, you never thought that they felt the same way but now as they looked on at you, you were left with the question of who do you love more

If you chose Nathan

Once he heard you say that you loved him, he was over joyed and quickly did what he dreamed of doing since knowing you and pulled you into kiss

Sam would respect your decision and would actually congratulate his brother, wishing the best for you two once the three of got done your adventure together

You would ask Nate if he was okay with being with you, knowing you would out live him, but he was fine it and just wanted to be with you for how ever long he might live

You would eventually get married and settle down somewhere quite before having a child and living the rest of your life’s happily together

If you chose Sam

He would grin when you said that you loved him, before wrapping his arms around you and fiery kissing you

Nathan would be disappointed but would be happy for you two nonetheless. You guys eventually parted way with you going with Sam

While laying in bed one day you ask him how he felt about how you out living him which he would reply

“I’m actually happy that you’ll live longer because that just means you’ll spread the joy that you’ve given me by just knowing you.”

He knew how to be charming when he wanted to be but when you heard him say that you tell that he was being genuine which made you love him more then ever

You and him would travel from place to place never really settling down doing jobs here and there but it didn’t matter as long as you were together

………………………………………………………………

Requested by @thundering-slytherdor

[s1cparvism4gna]

Sunny Daze

Please enjoy my fic on AO3 lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25472005/chapters/61787539

[thebliznet]

My Nadine X Sam Headcannons: Part One

*claps hands together* Okay, let's get started! Warning: Long Post!

This has been on my mind for quite sometime:

Most of us, even I agreed, that Sam had ran away from Rafe and Nadine after the two years of working together due to the fact he wanted to find the treasure with only his brother. That once he got what he needed he would escape and find Nathan. Seems pretty legit based on our knowledge throughout the game, but I feel like something slipped by all of us:

Here's the line that made me rethink Sam & Nadine's relationship. What Sam said above is another way of saying "Back-Stabber". He's probably saying that due to them all basically being treasure hunters and Nadine recently being a mercenary, but when you think about the two years when Rafe, Nadine, and Sam were probably working together...(since it actually wasn't confirmed Nadine actually joined Rafe and Nadine during those two years. She probably joined Rafe after Sam ran.)

Why is Sam calling Nadine the "Back-Stabber"?

We are expecting Nadine to say that to Sam since we all are thinking Sam ran away with some new information about Henry Avery and his great fortune without telling Rafe and Nadine.

So, if you rewatch Nadine & Sam encounters in Uncharted 4, it feels not only is Sam pissed that Nadine nearly killed Nathan, but he seems even more pissed than Nadine who's mad at the Drake Brothers for murdering most of her men.

Nadine & Sam first, pissed about one another hurting someone they cared about, and two, something in the past ruined their relationship.

These lines can even show Sam was willing to talk to her in a more calmed manner, meaning he wanted to make some deal to stop Rafe, or to get on her good side (again?).

But, that's where this line can stop my headcannon. But also, it can help it:

Yes, this line can completely say that Sam was the "Back-Stabber", but it can also say that after Nadine & Rafe back stabbed Sam, he stole some type of information they needed to move forward before he took off to find Nathan.

At this point, I think Rafe's hatred towards Nathan's fame through those two years with another Drake beside him...

I don't think Rafe wanted another Drake to take his fame and fortune away...

So, Rafe probably used Nadine to back stab Sam.

Nadine's a mercenary and Rafe bought Shoreline's loyalty for it. Nadine probably didn't want to hurt Sam after getting to know him for those 2 years. Though, it's her job, she's a mercenary, so she followed Rafe's orders. Nadine & Sam were close, but she listened to Rafe, but her attempt on murdering Sam probably failed and Sam got away.

Sam was probably close to Nadine, friend wise, and it probably would have became romantic due to Sam's flirtatious and goofy side.

So, after those two years, how did Sam handle seeing Nadine again once he found Nathan?

We can now see Nadine's probably pissed that Sam made her and Rafe somewhat start over on the search for Avery's treasure and Sam's pissed because Rafe back stabbed him and Nadine didn't even try to warn him and went along with Rafe's order. That these scenes below will be talked about in my next post to continue the headcannon:

Got any questions or comments? Would love to respond!

[durrtydawg]

Hot (and by that I mean it’s summer time). Sam Drake x F!Reader

Summary: It's summer time, and it's bloody hot. Sam and Miss Reader beat the heat with various simple, and extremely non-eventful activities.

(You could possibly read this as a later-down-the-road collection of **dialogue heavy** drabbles set after 'I Think We've Got Chemis-tree' which i wrote last christmas<3)

Part 1: in which Sam has built a hammock...

Warnings: mature language & two innuendo-loving idiots coexisting.

“Fuck me, it’s hot.”

“Oof, say that again.”

“It’s hot.”

Sam twists his torso towards you, settling his baseball cap as you step onto the backyard patio.

“No, no, the other part.”

“What other p-” Your face crumples into a disapproving frown and you grunt. “Are you fifteen?”

“Hey, you said it. Be a dear and pass me that screwdriver, would ya?”

You bend down, grabbing said screwdriver. “It was simply a hyperbole, Samuel. Not meant to be taken literally.”

He takes it off of you with a smirk, his other hand holding a fixture up with a screw. “Hm, spoilsport.”

“Need any help with that?” You ask, hands on your hips as you watch him tighten the screw.

“Nope, I am all…” He puts the screwdriver on the ground and loops some thick rope into a knot. “Done. One hammock, m’lady.”

Stood behind him, you wrap your arms around Sam’s bare waist, as you both appreciate his completed project. “I really admire how you’ve prioritised this,” You point to the plethora of cardboard boxes strewn over your kitchen floor and beyond, “over that.”

“Can you blame me? We’ll get it done once it’s cooled down. Now would you like to get your ass in the hammock and experience my wonderful handiwork, or not?”

“I would indeed, but give me a sec.” You unravel your arms from Sam’s torso and, after an obligatory ass slap, disappear back into the house and head to the fridge.

“Seeing you so domesticated is kinda funny to me.”- You call, grabbing two chilled beers from the otherwise empty refrigerator. You hear Sam huff a small laugh from outside.

“Yeah? Well don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, trust me, I won’t get my hopes up.” You close the fridge and twist off the bottle caps. “It’s just nice seeing you take a break for once, you know?”

“Mm. Suppose so.” He responds, slightly muffled.

You walk back out onto the patio, the thick heat instantly leading you to press one cold bottle against your forehead. Sam’s no longer standing, and as you turn, you see him laying in the newly built hammock, baseball cap now over his face to block out the sun.

Instead of telling him to piss off out of your spot, you decide to lightly press the other bottle against his chest, the instant cold making him jump, hat flying off of his face.

“Ah- Jesus!”

You laugh as he frowns. “That’s for stealing my space on the hammock.”

“There’s enough room for both of us. Get up here, wise-ass.” Placing his hat back onto his head, he shifts over a little.

In what is perhaps the least elegant series of movements you’ve completed in your life, you climb your way into the hammock, Sam failing to hide his chuckle from behind his bottle. He takes a sip as you finally settle beside him.

“Christ, this was a good call.”

As per usual, it’s hard not to use Sam’s hypocrisy to your advantage: “I don’t think Christ cares about how good the beer is.”

“Hyperbole, sweetheart.” He’s quick to retort, and you scoff, impressed. The two of you being so quick-witted turns your relationship into an ongoing verbal battle. Fortunately, a battle that you both enjoy.

The hammock rocks slightly as you shift upwards, resting your neck on Sam’s upper arm. You take a swig of your beer, squinting as the sun blares onto your face. Noticing your struggle, Sam’s hand rests sideways over your brow, acting as a shade. You turn sideways, lips pecking his forearm as a non-verbal ‘thank you’.

The two of you lay like this for several minutes, sipping your beers in a comfortable silence. Comfort which is unfortunately short-lived as you soon begin shifting around again.

Sam chuckles, staring at you in confusion. “The hell are you doing?”

You ignore the question, flapping at your face with your free hand. “Ugh, I’m so sweaty. How are you not?” You huff, placing your cool bottle on your cheek.

“Because I’ve not been rushing around, attempting to unpack boxes that can wait another day or two. Also, you’re wearing a black t-shirt. I’m no scientist, but doesn’t that absorb heat?”

“I know, I know. All my clothes are still all packed up- I’m lucky I wore a pair of shorts today.” You take another sip as Sam pushes some stray hairs off of your sticky forehead. “Anyway, it’s all right for you. You can be all bare-chested and no-one bats an eye.”

Sam finishes a sip of beer, shrugging as he swallows. “So take your top off.”

You glare at him. “What? No!”

“Come on, baby, I’ve seen it all before.”

“I don’t care about you, pest.” Sam snorts at this. You grin, gesturing to the surrounding backyards. “Not exactly a great first impression for our new neighbours is it?”

“What, tits out in the backyard?” Sam sips again, thoughtfully raising an eyebrow. “I beg to differ.” He leans sideways, placing his beer on the ground. “Think you’d make a spectacular first impression.” Holding himself up on his elbow, Sam looms over you, brows waggling suggestively, to which you can only respond with an eye roll.

He dips his head down, planting a short but sweet kiss on your lips, forcing you to smile.

You take one more sip of your beer as Sam slowly rakes his fingers through your hair. You roll around, setting your bottle down, before you readjust once more to rest your head on his chest.

Sam’s fingers lightly trace up and down your arm as you both enjoy blissful nothingness.

“You know what?” You finally say.

“Mm?”

”I cannot wait for winter”

“Really? All that…cold?”

“Yes, all that cold. It’s wonderful. I can actually choose how warm I make myself.”

Sam hums in thought. “We are very different people.”

You scoff. “Duh. You’d be happy scaling some…crusty old ruins in this heat. Or running from some unhinged lunatic.”

“Sure. S’like climbing a flight of stairs for me.” You laugh at the comparison, tilting your head up to look at him. “I just get fucking colds in winter. Hate it.”

You grin, patting his cheek as you speak. “Mm, Lest we forget the horrible cold you gave me last year. Grim.”

“We’re even now though, since you’re getting your sweat all over me.”

“Oh, whatever. Not like it’s the first time.” You quip, with a hint of suggestiveness. “You don’t normally complain.”

Sam’s arm snakes its way down to your waist, fingers circling your hip. He smirks. “You got me there.”

You inhale slowly as his lips ghost your jawline, before you feel the tip of his nose tap at your cheek, asking for something other than the side of your face. You tilt your head, and the two of you press your lips together, sharing a soft, sweet moment.

Briefly, Sam pulls away. “May I suggest…we, uh, go test out the shower?” He smirks.

Your thumb glides back and forth along his jawline as you’re pretending to think. “Oh, like, to check the water pressure, etcetera?”

“Mm,” he kisses you again, a small laugh huffing through his nose, “Yeah, water pressure, someth’n like that.”

“Here’s a challenge for you.” You speak, pulling away as you begin to sit up.

“Mm?” He questions, his newly-darkened eyes grazing you up and down.

Time to kill the mood.

“Try to stay turned on while I clamber my way out of this fuckin’ thing.”

[bandonin]

Just thinking of how cool it would've been if Rafe's bullet had grazed over Sam's "Lucky" tattoo instead just to make it even luckier with the scar since he saved his brother from being killed then and to him that's the luckiest he could be.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Sam Carpenter and Tara Carpenter headcannons (Part 1)

Sam:

She’ll definitely listen to every song you like by Drake

Shs isn’t a fan of hip hop music but she likes some R&B music

She loves how the music and the beat moves you and makes you dance

She loves to cook breakfast for you when you have a cold

She will make scrambled eggs and mini pancakes and bacon and hot coffee even though you don’t like hot coffee

When you’re around Sam you want her to hold you like all the time

And she definitely will!!

Got you a pair of jeans as an early Christmas present and a Marvel sweater too

Tara:

When you have the flu she will take care of you

She’ll make you sunny side up eggs and toast and hash browns for breakfast and hot tea with honey even though you don’t like hot tea with honey

She loves rap music

She also likes some bands like fall out boy and all American rejects

Tara will think of any reason to hold you in her arms

Like this one time she wanted you to help her cook dinner and out of nowhere

Tara wrapped her arms around and held you. “Now you’re mine”. She Whispered in your ear.

You smile and started giggling. “I don’t wanna be anyone else’s”. You whispered. And she kissed you and you kissed her back.

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

Jill’s Distraction Sleepover

Hi friends! As most of you know the month of March is a really hard time for me and I like to be as distracted as possible during the latter half. I’m gonna be running this sleepover from March 21st to April 1st and it’s a doozy.

It’s going to be in 3 parts. A mini writing challenge, blurb requests, and headcannons

I’m posting this today (March 1st) so if you want to join the writing challenge you have the whole month to work it on it (although I’m not picky on deadlines) you can send in the other stuff too but it’ll posted when the sleepover starts

Mini Writing Challenge

The rules for this are simple. You’re going to send me a character and fluff or smut and I’ll give you a bingo square from one of my bingos (sexyerbingo or dating sim bingo) and a dialogue prompt! You’ll then write it and post it on your own account and I’ll reblog it on @hauntedmilkshakerecs and I’ll make a masterlist on this account as well. You can also ask for as many as you’d like ☺️

Character can be any on my write list or in the fandoms I write for OR from the following list of characters I read for

Lip Gallagher, Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Daryl Dickson, Poe Dameron, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sean Renard, Trubel, Monroe, Geralt, Jaskier, Rick Flag, Christopher Smirh (Peacemaker), Adrian Chase (Vigilante), Amelia Harcourt

Requests

Requests are for characters I write for that I specifically haven’t gotten requests for before! Fics will be minimum 500 words and will be posted every other Wednesday. Each character will get one request and it’s first come first serve. More details the better in your request

Characters include: Matt Casey, Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek, Joe Cruz, Adam Ruzek, Ethan Choi, Jim Street, Victor Tan, David ‘Deacon’ Kay, Chris Alonso, Daniel ‘Hondo’ Harrelson, Donna Troy, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Hank Hall, Ray Palmer, John Constantine, Jefferson ‘Jax’ Jackson, Eddie Diaz, Mateo Chavez, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Robin Buckley

Some prompt lists to choose from (please send the full prompt when sending it). List 1. List 2. List 3. List 4. List 5

Headcannons

Also pretty simple. Send me any of the characters I write for and one of the following emojis and I’ll give you some headcannons!

🥀 for a headcannon of a kink

🌺 for a headcannon for how they are on vacation

🌸 for a headcannon on how they are on dates

🌼 for a headcannon of how they are with their kids

🌻 for a headcannon of your choice (specify the scenario)

[slow-dancing-with-myself]

Welcome!!

Hello and welcome to my account!!! I am a writer and a minor graphic designer! I do take requests for oneshots, series, playlists and graphics! and my requests are open!! I do not write smut, incest, or mentions of rape, suicide, etc. Below are fandoms you can request for!! I write for male, nonbinary, and female readers! If they don't specifically say male! reader or female! reader than it will be gender neutral or nonbinary!! I also speak a couple languages so tell me if you need your request in a different language! ( i speak french, spanish, german is my native language, english, itallian, and a little bit of dutch! )

the fandoms i will make/write for are:

supernatural (season one to season fourteen, no spoilers!)

characters include: dean winchester, sam winchester, castlel, jack kline, and the actors!

ships include: destiel, sabriel, platonic jack x dean, platonic castle x jack

harry potter

characters include: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, cho chang, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, narcissa malfoy, regulus black (male reader only bc that's my head cannon for him)

ships include: lily, wolfstar, drarry, hedric, pansmione, harry x cho x cedric (poly), blairon, bleville, ronmione, linny

percy jackson (I'm only on the fourth book of hoo, no spoilers please!)

characters include: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo (male reader only), will solace, jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, hazel levesque, clarisse la rue

ships: percabeth, solangelo, jercy, valdangelo, frazel

skam (ive watched all of the remakes but will only write for original and germany, this might change later)

characters include: nora sætre, jonas vasquez, isak valtersen (male reader only), christoffer schistad, evan næsheim, sana bakkoush (platonic only please), eva mohn, william magnusson

ships: evak, nora x william, eva x chris, eva x nora

skam druck

characters include: mia winter, kiki machwitz, amira mahmood, hanna jung, jonas augustin, matteo florenzi, alexander hardenberg, nora machwitz

ships: david x matteo, mia x alexander

teen wolf

characters: stiles stillinski, derek hale, issac lahey, scott mccall, lydia martin, allison argent, peter hale, theo raeken, liam dunbar

ships: sterek, scissac, lydia x allison, thiam

stranger things

characters: steve harrington, will byers (male reader only for personal headcannon), mike wheeler, eleven/jane hopper, dustin henderson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robyn buckley (female reader only), max mayfield, lucas sinclair, joyce byers

ships: byler, elmax, nancy x robyn, jonathan x steve

IT (2017)

characters include: mike hanlon, ben hanscom, beverly marsh, richie tozier (male reader only), eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, stanley uris

ships: reddie, stenbrough, mikeverly, benverly, mike x ben

marvel and x-men

characters include: peter parker, steve rodgers, peggy carters, peter maximoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, charles xavier (young romantic or older platonic only), wade wilson, tony stark, bucky barnes, thor, loki, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, stephen strange (more that I'm probably forgetting tbh)

ships: stony, parley, ironstrange, stucky, 

dc

characters include: conner kent, clark kent, jonathan kent, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, barbra gordon, helena bertinelli, harley quinn, poison ivy, cassandra cain, kara danvers, mon-el, alex danvers (female reader only), oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, wally west, miss martian/megan mores (more im not thinking of, just ask)

ships: damjon, lena luthor x kara danvers, superbat, dick x wally

there are probably others I'm not thinking of, just ask please!!!