#sam kiszka imagine

[blacksmokebarbarians]

Master of Keys

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!!) basically porn with plot-- degradation, dacryphilia, gagging, heavy spit kink, rough intercourse, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), pinning, marking, cunnilingus, male receiving oral, hard dom!sammy.

word count: 2k

synopsis: when configuring a song on the piano, things take a turn as your boyfriend Sam attempts to show you how it's done.

a/n: hey all! this was a request i recently got, and have really enjoyed writing! I hope you all enjoy!

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Fingers danced among the keys, shifting from chord to chord in gentle movements, but somehow, you couldn't quite figure out what didn't sound right. As you sat on the white bench, your fingers glided across the ivories, attempting to find a tune that sounded just right in contrast to the previous chords you had played.

Letting out a sigh of deep frustration, you tried again and again, until a familiar voice peaked from the doorway. "Having some trouble there, doll?" Sammy asked, walking over to the edge of the piano. He leaned against it, watching as you played the tune once again, the sour note causing him to crinkle his nose. "I just can't figure it out.. I don't know where to go after that." You explained, exhausted from the various previous attempts. Sam nodded gently, standing up straighter. "Let's see.." He hummed, making his way to your side of the claviature.

The male watched as you played the tune over again, causing him to shake his head. "That's the problem, pretty girl.." He said gently, resting his hands over yours. "Instead of going to the G, you should move to a C.." He instructed, his hands guiding yours across the keys. Surreptitiously as you played, Sam grew closer, his chest pressing against your back gently as you continued to replay the melody. His hands slowly shifted from your hands down to your waist, his chin nuzzling against the crook of your neck comfortably. He hummed along to the song as you played, his fingers slowly tracing the waistline of your leggings.

Goosebumps pricked your skin as his chin turned, his lips coming in contact with your neck. "Sammy.. I've got to work on this song.." You insisted. Though you could feel a warmth growing in your core, finishing off the song was important to you. He shook his head, pulling away from his plump kisses to speak. "You don't truly want to stop..," His hands traveled past your waist, his fingers slowly brushing against your heat. "Already wet..? I've barely touched you.." He let out a soft laugh. Shivers were sent down your spine as your hips slowly rolled forward against his palm. He shook his head gently, his hands slipped up to keep your hips readily in place.

A desperate whine slipped past your lips. "Sammy, please don't tease me like this.." He shook his head and grabbed your chin. "That's not how you address me, and you know that damn well." He veered, his deep brown eyes staring back into yours.

"Y-Yes, sir.." A gasp left your mouth as you looked up to him, a hand gripping the bench. Slowly, Sam's thumb pushed past your lips, allowing you to take it in. "Good girl.." He murmured, watching as you swirled your tongue around his digit. "Let's see how long that lasts." He mentioned, a cunning smirk wiping across his face. He reached behind you, pushing the cover of the piano down onto the keys. His other hand had remained gently cupped beneath your jaw as he pushed his thumb further back into your mouth. He bit his lip, watching as drool slipped down your chin. "You're such a slut.. doing everything I say.."

Slipping his thumb from your lips, he drew you in for a deep kiss. His lips parted lightly, his tongue meeting with yours, his hand sliding from your chin to your neck while his other pushed you up against the piano's front. A faint whimper met his lips from yours as you felt the wood meet with your back. His hand pushed it's way up your hip, slipping beneath your shirt, coming in contact with the heat of your stomach. Leisurely, his lips left yours as your eyes met once more.

Suddenly, however, an unfamiliar semblance became visible in his chocolate iris'. You couldn't quite get a word out other than a small "Hm..?" as you studied him, attempting to unlock the strange secrets that he withheld in his mind. His palm snuck under your chin for a second time, before he finally gave you a glimpse into his head.

"Open."

Your brows furrowed curiously as you looked up at him. Unsure of what he meant, you just stared. His hand advanced to the nape of your neck, taking a hand full of hair, pulling your head back. "I said open." His voice was stern and harsh. Finally understanding, you parted your lips for him, allowing your jaw to widen. Without hesitation, he spat into your gaping mouth, his hand finally coming back to prompt your lips shut. "Swallow." He instructed.

Looking into his looming eyes, you did as he said, swallowing the warm liquid. His gaze didn't falter as he admired you. Suddenly, he pulled you down from the bench, beaming over you. "On your knees." He demanded, keeping eye contact as you knelt before him. The stiffened tent in his pants met your eyes as he took one of your hands, stroking himself with your small palm. The heat of his stiffened length radiated from his trousers into your hand as you looked up to him through hazed lashes. "Sam-- Sir.. I need you.." You begged, looking up to him in desperation. "Well, if you want to be such a needy slut, you're going to show me how badly you really want it." He elucidated.

As he undid his belt, you could feel your panties soaking through the fabric of your leggings. You needed him.. He knew exactly how to work you up, and it infuriated you. Once his belt had fell to the wooden floor, he slipped his pants off. Knowing what to do, you reached up, pulling the fabric of his briefs down, causing his length to spring out just in front of you. A bead of precum settled at his tip as you slowly pushed your hand down his shaft-- a soft groan lulling past his lips.

You knew too well that he would become relentless the second you started, so you stalled, peering up to him as your hand thrusted against him. "If you're going to whine like a slut, you need to show me how desperate you really are." He glared, taking his bottom lip beneath his teeth as his hips pushed forward against your hand. You nodded gently, swirling your tongue around his pink tip. The subtle taste of his substance came in contact.

You eased yourself down onto his length, looking up to him with bashful eyes. He knew better, pushing his hips forward in hopes for more. Sam took a fist full of your hair, guiding you against his cock as he let out another raspy moan. "Fuck-- come on, whore.. You can do better than that.." He grimaced, his length begging for more movement. He began to push your mouth down onto him, his length reaching the back of your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as a minuscule gag pushed past your lips. Picking up the pace, your movements became more fluid, your head bobbing against him. Low groans rumbled from deep within his chest as he began to use your mouth. He fucked himself further and further into you until your nose reached the base of his length.

"Just like-- shit..-- Just like that.." He moaned, throwing his head back. With each thrust, more tears began to fall from your heavy lids, taking him as deep as you could. Watching his shoulders rise and fall with each moan, you watched as he edged closer, drool falling past your lips.

"Ahh-- Fuck!" He writhed, forcing you down against his cock as his warm seed filled your throat.

Pulling away as he finished off, he glanced down to you, snickering at the sight. "Look at what a mess you've made.." He purred, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. "Get on the bench." He commanded, already working to slip your shirt off. As you sat upon the wood, his fingers met between your thighs again, pushing against your core from outside of your clothing. Your hips grinded against his palm while his other hand made it's way to your breast, squeezing it lightly. A whimper fell past your lips as you leaned back against the piano, his lips meeting with your skin once more. "P-Please.. I.."

"You what? Are you getting all worked up?" He teased, getting down in front of the bench. In one swift motion, he pulled your leggings down, slipping them off past your ankles. His lips met with your thighs, slowly trailing kisses up to the lace that traced your begging heat. Without another word, he slipped the last of your clothing off, his lips coming in contact with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck! Please, sir.. m-more.." You droned, your fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue whirled against your vulva, his fingers teasing your slit diligently. You reeled with pleasure, moans and whines escaping your mouth as you gripped the bench. Sam shifted downward, his tongue meeting with your slit as the bridge of his nose pressed against your pulsating bud. Your knuckles became white as you gripped the seat, your head falling back against the piano's edge.

Just as you were growing towards a substantial climax, your master pulled away, leaving you a whining, trembling mess. "P-Please!" You begged, squeezing your legs together. "I was so close.." You staggered, your distressed eyes meeting with his once more. "Please, Sir, I need you.. I can't take it anymore.." Your adjured with ragged breaths.

Sam spat into his palm, slicking himself with his saliva before taking hold of your hips. "If you want it that badly.." He shrugged before pushing himself deeply into you, filling you with his warm length. The sudden pressure caused a sharp cry to leave your lips, grasping onto his arms shakily. "Oh my god.."

His lips met with yours once more, your desperate hums vibrating against his lips with each coarse thrust. One of his hands groped your breast while your grasp on his forearms didn't loosen during his relentless pounding. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as he gripped your hips with an aching hold-- it would surely bruise by the morning.

"That's it, come for me.. Come for me like the slut you are.." He graveled, a low moan bellowing from him as he sharply pushed into you. "Who do you belong to?" He questioned.

Too stunned to speak, all you could let out was a shaky moan. He took you by your throat, forcing you to look up to him. "Who?" He ordered.

"Y-You! I'm all yours.." You sobbed, your legs beginning to shake with each new thrust.

"That's it, doll.. That's it.." He praised, his hand slipping down to circle around your clit. "Come for me, doll. Let me hear you.." His voice trailed, your hands making their way to hook around his neck. With the next coming thrusts, you were sent into a quivering orgasm, your moans bouncing off of the walls as his thrusts came to a slow. Feeling the liquid fill inside you, he rested his head against your shoulder weakly. Breathlessly, You could feel him twitch deep inside you.

Sam slowly pulled out, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, his lips melting against yours as he finally caught his breath. He withdrew from the kiss, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders. "Fuck.." A soft laugh left his lips as he admired you through half-lidded eyes.

As you simmered down and relaxed, your fingers ran through his soft hair, slow pants escaping from your lungs. "Let's run you a bath.." He concluded, kissing your forehead gently.

Once you were finally dressed, Sam curled beneath the covers with you, pulling you close. "I love you, sweets.." He assured, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I love you more, Sammy.." You endeared, admiring him. Your thumb traced the sharp line of his jaw, unable to take your eyes from him. He gave you a soft, kind smile, his hands wrapping around your waist gracefully, pulling you close to him.

[devilat-thedoor]

Wildflowers and Wine

A/N: i was yearning for soft!Sammy. i just really needed this, so it’s completely self indulgent. but maybe you guys will enjoy it too? So, here’s a fluffy lil Sam drabble💖

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A weekend getaway was exactly what you needed to escape the stresses that life had been throwing at you. When Sam surprised you with a trip to a cabin deep in the woods, you were more than excited to have the alone time with him. You spent the night packing everything up and left first thing in the morning, “You’re gonna love it up in the Smokies, babe.” He lifted his hand from the wheel to grab yours in your lap, “There’s a really nice waterfall off of this one trail… It’ll be too cold to swim, but it’ll still be cool to see.”

Leaning over the center console, you placed a tiny peck on his jaw, “Thank you, Sammy. I really needed this.” His smile grew as he squeezed your hand. You reached over to turn the music up a bit and settled back into your seat, eventually falling asleep.

“Hey…We’re here, babe. Wake up.” His voice was a mere whisper as his fingertips brushed over your cheeks. It was almost as though he didn’t actually want to wake you up, but his whispers persisted, “Babe, come on.” He tugged at your arm and your eyes finally opened, blinking a few times, and settled on his face. Sam was standing outside of the passenger door, waiting for you to step out.

Once you exited the car, you got a full view of the cabin, “Oh. This is beautiful.” You spun in a circle, taking in the looming mix of trees. Maples and Pines. Oaks and Hickorys. You wanted to run straight into the woods to explore and he could sense it.

He grasped your waist, pulling you against him, “Let’s get you changed first, then we can go on a hike.” He had your hand, guiding you up the few steps to the front door.

You stopped, looking back to the car, “We have to unload the car, hun.” You tugged on him, but he kept walking, dragging you with him.

“I already carried everything in while you slept, c’mon.” He opened the door and allowed you to step inside. It was rustic and cozy, a small living space with the kitchen attached. Sam came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head, “I can’t wait to get you in front of the firplace tonight, babe.” He kissed the top of your head before releasing you and pointing to the short hallway with two doors, “Bedroom is left, bathroom is right. Go put some jeans on and grab a sweatshirt. I’m gonna put a pack together to for our hike.”

Wandering into the bedroom, you found the bags laid neatly on the bed and smiled to yourself as you dug through yours to find a pair of jeans. After lacing your sneakers up, you emerged from the bedroom, hoodie in your hand, and met Sam in the kitchen, “Ready, baby?”

He was tucking a few water bottles into the backpack and stalking over to you as he zipped it up, “Yep. Let’s go, pretty girl.” He grabbed your hand, twirling you under his arm twice, and pulled you out the front door, closing it behind him.

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“Sammy, what is this?” You leaned down, examining the peachy-orange flower clusters, surrounded by long, thick leaves.

He sidled up to the shrub, plucking one of the flowers, “Rhododendron.” He turned you to face him, pushing your hair aside to slip the flower behind your ear, “They call these ones Flame Azaleas. They can range in color from white to yellow, even red… But the orange ones are my favorite.”

“They’re so pretty.” You picked your own bloom, carefully placing it in the breast pocket of his flannel.

“Come on, babe. The sun is starting to set, we should get back.” He was smiling wide as he turned around to walk back up the trail.

You fell into step behind him until something caught your eye, “Baby, wait!” You took off through the trees, “What is that?” You were ducking through leaves and branches, pushing through a dense thicket, as he chased after you.

“Y/N, slow down!” He finally caught up, breathing heavy as he began to scold you, “Babe, there’s bears and shit, you can’t just- Woah…” You’re sure his face had to of matched the incredulous expression of your own.

You stood in a clearing, staring out over a varying array of colorful wildflowers and tall, flowing grass, “Sammy, this is- Look at the sunset!” You pointed out to the horizon, forcing his attention to the dipping, golden sun as it cast an orange hue over the earth before you, “Baby, did you bring your camera? You have to get pictures of these.” You sunk to your knees into the grass, running your fingers over the various flower petals.

When you turned to look at up at Sam, his eyes were already on you, the brown of them turning to a fiery amber in the sunlight, “I left it at the cabin, we’ll have to come back tomorrow.” His lips lifted into a warm smile as he held his hand out to pull you from the ground, “Let’s head back before it gets dark.” He weaved his fingers with yours and led you back to the trail.

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The walk back to the back the cabin was short and dusk was falling fast. As you walked through the front door, Sam broke away from you and rushed to the bedroom. You didn’t question it, just slipped out of your shoes and pulled your hoodie off to hang on a hook. Padding into the small kitchen, you opened the cabinets one by one until you found the cups before calling out to him, “Baby, do you want some wine? I’m gonna start dinner.” He called back a “sure, babe.” and you filled two mugs with the red. You sipped yours with a soft hum and began chopping veggies on the large cutting block.

Sam appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wearing a sweater and carrying a flashlight, “I’m gonna grab some firewood outside. I’ll be back, okay?” He pulled you against him, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

You pulled back with a smile, “Hurry up, dinner won’t be long and I already poured your wine, hun.”

“I’ll be quick, promise.” He pecked your lips one more time and slipped away.

Your attention went back to the pot in front of you as you stirred the vegetable soup, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste it. Going to bedroom to retrieve your phone, you came back into the kitchen, clicking a random playlist on, and finished up the food. Song after song played, but it wasn’t until the soup was finished that you realized Sam wasn’t back yet. You cut the flame on the stove off and went to grab your hoodie to go find him but he was coming in the door before you stepped out of the kitchen, “Sammy, I was starting to get worried! What took so long?”

He was holding his hands behind his back with a beaming grin on his face, “I had a little side quest…” He pulled his hands around revealing what he was hiding.

“Oh my god, baby…” Your mouth hung open as you stared at the makeshift bouquet. A bundle of the all the diverse wildflowers you’d seen in the field on your hike, tied together at the stems with a few long pieces of the grass that surrounded them. He had to of gotten at least two of every species of flower there was, “Sammy, you went back in the dark and got these for me?” You took the bouquet from his hands and held it to your nose.

“Of course I did. I saw the way your face lit up when you saw them and knew I had to get them.” He watched you turn around and walk back to the kitchen, “Pretty flowers for the prettiest girl.”

“Thank you, honey, I love them.” You laid them across the countertop and went to the sink to fill a cup with water. When you turned back to him, He was standing in the middle of the room, drinking his wine, eyes locked on you, “Why are you looking at me like that?” You couldn’t hide the shy smile that ghosted over your mouth.

Sam set his cup down and stepped towards you, snaking his arms around your waist, “I love you…” He swayed you through the kitchen, holding you close while the music flowed from your phone, “I’ll pick all the flowers in the world if it means your eyes will light up like that.” He brushed the stray hairs from your forehead and began peppering your face with soft kisses.

You giggled through his attack, trying to shield your face, until he stopped and caught your lips with his, “I love you too, Sammy.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and held him tight as you laid your head on his chest, “I don’t need all the flowers… You make my eyes and my heart light up without even trying.”

He rested his cheek on the top of your head, humming along to whatever song played while he rocked you back and forth, “I’m still gonna pick you all those flowers tomorrow…”

[samkiszkasfacialhair]

Just You and Me

Just You and Me

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam discovers the secret to making his infant daughter happy.

Warnings: Girl Dad Sam

Word Count: 2.7k

At around 4 AM you were woken up to the sounds of screaming and crying. It was a combination of the sound of distant cries coming from down the hall and the static sounds of it coming from the baby monitor next to you. 

Before you even opened your eyes, you felt the bed move and heard the sound of your bedroom door opening, followed by the sound of four paws hitting the floor and trotting out the room before the door shut again softly.

The crying continued through the speaker on the monitor but was soon mixed with the sound of Sam’s soft voice. You picked up the monitor and squinted as you looked at the bright light of the screen, giving you a look into your daughter’s nursery. The time on the monitor showed 4:27 AM. 

“Well good morning to you too,” Sam said sweetly to her in a tired voice as he scooped her up from her crib and into his arms. 

He bounced her around for a few minutes, thinking she just needed a little love and some cuddles to go back to sleep. Her crying continued for a bit but faded into whines as Sam comforted her.

“Shhh, come on, sh sh sh. Daddy’s gotcha,” he said softly.

He kissed the top of her head and continued bouncing her around gently in his arms. 

It was becoming clear to Sam that she needed more than just a little rocking back to sleep. 

This wasn’t something Sam was used to. He had only gotten her at night a few times before. And in his defense- he didn’t ever need to. She was a good at sleeping through the night in her own room. For the past few weeks, she had been waking up, however with a little love from either of you, she would fall back asleep quickly. But not this time.

He held her in his left arm, unzipped her sleep sack with his right hand, and gave her diaper a pat.

“Woah, that's a lot of piss,” he laughed. “Let’s get you all fresh. Maybe that’ll make you feel better, hmm? What do you think?” he continued as he walked over to her changing table.

You loved the way he talked to her. He talked to her as if she could understand everything and answer back. 

He laid her down to change her and as he put her down and out of his arms- instantly her crying started up again. He gave her a tube of diaper cream in an attempt to distract her and keep her occupied but she threw it to the ground. Rosie walked over to it and sniffed it out for a few moments before returning to her spot at Sam’s feet.

“I know, I know. I’ll pick you up again in a second,” he said as he held her still with his hand over her stomach as he reached for wipes and a fresh diaper. 

She cried through the entire diaper change and continued crying even when Sam was done changing her and held her again. He gave up on cradling her, figuring she wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, so he let her sit up.

“We gotta get out of here or you’re gonna wake Mom up,” he groaned as he shifted her from one side of his body to the other and walked out of her bedroom with her. Little did he know, you were already very much awake.

He brought her downstairs into the living area and a second camera picked up his movements and showed the two of them on the screen. 

He took her into the kitchen and opened the freezer. He looked around, pulled out a teething ring, and handed it to her, hoping she’d bite down on it. 

She took it from him, looked at it for a second, let it fall to the ground as she smushed her face into his shoulder and rubbed her tired face on his shirt.

“Okay, we have to learn the phrase ‘No thank you, Dad,’” he said to himself in annoyance as he looked at the frozen toy on the floor and kicked it out of his path. 

Rosie followed the toy as Sam kicked it away and pushed it around on the floor a bit. 

He opened the fridge for another attempt at something that may please her. 

“You wanna eat, Baby? Hm? Are ya hungry?” 

Sam took out all the fixings for a bottle and got to work.

It took him twice as long as normal because he knew if he put her down, the crying would only get worse again. Plus, the baby had a grip on his hair which prevented him from moving his head all the way. He balanced the baby in his left arm while his right hand did everything else. 

Rosie stood at his feet and followed his every move, causing him to trip over her and have to gently nudge her away with his foot so he could get what he needed and move around the kitchen.

“Ugh, Rose, come on,” he groaned as he struggled to twist the cap of the bottle on while Rosie circled around him.

To say he was struggling would be an understatement.

It took everything in you to just watch and not get up and help him. If it was you, you’d scoop her up and feed her without having to make a bottle. Then she’d fall asleep while eating and you'd just place her back into her crib until morning.

But Sam figured you were asleep and he wouldn’t want to wake you up. Besides, you knew he felt bad about himself when you would swoop in with your “mom touch” and make everything okay instantly where it would take him a couple tries at anything before it worked.

It made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. Like he was a bad parent. Like this whole “dad” thing wasn’t for him and he wasn’t cut out for the next 18 years. Like everyone who told him that he wasn’t ready for this at his age was right. And like he was letting down the one little person who matters the most in this world to him, and he didn’t know what to do to fix it.

He wanted to be the one to bring her comfort and happiness for once. And even though it killed you to see her so upset and see him struggle and get frustrated, you figured whether he knew it or not, Sam may have needed to do this on his own more than he needed you to help him right now.

He sat down on the couch with your daughter and laid her in his arms. He held the bottle to her mouth. Instantly, she turned her head away, put her arms in front of her face, and wouldn’t take it. She fought him a few times, turning her head and closing her mouth so that he couldn't even get the bottle near her mouth. She continued crying but it was like a gargle. He didn’t want to force her but after a fresh diaper and a cold toy didn’t soothe her, this was his next best idea.

“I know I’m not Mom, I know. But come on, try for me please. I wish I was sucking on Mom’s tits too, trust me,” he joked, trying to make some fun during a stressful situation. 

She opened her mouth again to cry and Sam shoved the bottle in. Her head shook from the left to the right in an attempt to get it away but once she realized there was milk coming out of it, she took to it.

Now holding a quiet baby, Sam sat back with her in his arms and rested his head on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence. You could see him starting to doze off. 

Any relaxation he felt was over the second she finished the bottle. The empty bottle fell out of her mouth and onto the floor and Sam snapped back awake when her cries started up again.

“Shit,” he said to himself, both surprised and a little mad at himself that he fell asleep with his own child in his arms. 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his free hand before moving her over his shoulder to burp her. 

“Come on, be a good girl for me,” he said as he patted and rubbed her back gently.

You couldn’t hear it but she must have burped because Sam pulled her off his shoulder, looked at her, and said, “That was a big one!”

After a while, he wasn’t getting any more out of her and she started to rub her eyes with her hands and rub her face on his shoulder again.

“Are you finally tired, Little One? Yeah? You want to lay down in your swing?” he asked as he walked her over to the swing which was placed right next to an armchair. 

And of course, the second he let her go and put her in the swing to buckle her in, she started crying again. 

He clicked a few buttons on the top of the swing and instantly, it started moving back and forth and playing baby lullaby music. It was piano music that typically sounded nice. But the batteries were fading so the music came out sounding warped.

Sam sat on the floor next to the swing for a few minutes until he had had enough. 

Her cries on top of the terrible sounds of the music finally got to Sam. He slammed his hand on the speaker and hit the button to turn the music off. He had been at this for over an hour with no progress and no end in sight.

A golden hue began lighting up the house from the sunrise outside.

He leaned his back against the chair.

“I changed you, I gave you toys, I fed you, I burped you. I did everything,” he sighed, “What do you want?” he pleaded as he sat next to the swing with her crying and squirming as she glided back and forth in it. 

He put his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Now he looked like he was going to cry.

He ran his hands down his face and pulled down on his cheeks so his eyes were now forced open. He kept his hands like that for a second, pulling the skin on his face down. 

The sunlight coming through the living room windows lit up the corner of the room where Sam had a single guitar propped up against the wall. 

It was as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

He got up off the floor, grabbed the guitar, and sat down in the chair next to the swing, resting the guitar in his lap. He pulled his hair up into a bun before picking up the guitar to play it.

“You know,” he began, “Grandma said that when I was a baby, I always fell asleep with your Great Grandpa Frank’s music. So maybe that’ll work for you. Let’s try, hmm?”

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly before he began.

He started softly plucking at the strings, allowing the house to fill with a beautiful, light song. 

You recognized it right away.

Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles.

Sam played it soft and slowed it down. He started humming the melody as he played.

Little by little, as Sam played, the crying faded once again. But unlike every other time, it faded and didn’t come back. It faded into whines, which faded into sighs, which faded into deep breaths. For the first time since your daughter woke up, everything was at peace.

Sam kept playing, getting a little lost in the music, until he realized what happened. 

He stopped and looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully in the swing next to him. 

He smiled at her and then smiled to himself, looking down at the guitar. You could tell he was proud of himself but even more proud of where his idea came from. 

He placed the guitar on the floor and pressed a button on the swing to slow it down.

“Goodnight, My Angel,” he whispered.

He sat back down on the couch across from her and pulled his feet onto the cushion. He leaned his head on the pillows and pulled a blanket down from the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Rosie jumped up on the couch and rested her head on Sam’s legs. 

At that point, the time on the monitor read 6:15 AM.

You got out of bed and went downstairs to see Sam, Rosie, and your daughter all sound asleep.

Slowly and quietly, you pulled your daughter out of the swing, took her upstairs, and placed her in her crib to sleep safely without waking her up. When you set her down in her crib, as she laid down comfortably for the first time since she woke up, you watched the tiniest smile creep onto her face. It was Sam’s. She had Sam’s smile. 

You waited a few minutes in the room to make sure she was still asleep and then, you went back downstairs to see a snoring Sam curled up on the couch. 

You picked up the guitar, placed it back in the corner of the room, and sat on the couch next to Sam. You brushed your hand over his head and brushed the little hairs at his hairline back with the rest of his hair. 

He took a deep breath in and blinked a few times. He let out a breathy groan as he woke back up again. 

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a second and then sat up to look over at the swing. He gasped and his eyes opened fully when he saw that it was empty but relaxed when you brushed the top of your hand over his cheek and whispered to him.

“Relax,” you said, “She’s still sleeping. I put her upstairs.”

Sam looked at you with half open eyes. They were tired and just a bit swollen. He looked like he was still dreaming. 

“You wanna come back to bed, Daddy?” you asked softly.

He nodded and rubbed his face. 

“Come on,” you whispered.

You got up from the couch and Sam followed behind you. Rosie jumped off the couch and headed for her dog bed by the chair as the two of you lazily walked back upstairs and into bed.

Upon entering your bedroom, Sam threw himself down in bed and cuddled himself up next to you. He pulled you in close and rested his chin right next to your shoulder.

You could feel the warmth of his exhales from his nose and his scratchy beard on your skin.

You reached behind yourself, grabbed the back of his legs, and pushed them in closer to you so his body was completely pressed up against yours.

His hand reached for yours and he placed it in front of your stomach, rubbing little circles on the top of it with his thumb. The movements of his thumb slowed down as he fell into sleep again.

“You’re a good dad, Sam,” you whispered.

“Mm, you think so?” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“I know so,” you assured him. 

He was quiet for a second before he spoke again.

“You were watching on the monitor, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

Sam didn’t reply but you felt his mouth form a smile on your shoulder before he gave it a gentle kiss. 

“Love you,” he whispered lazily.

You turned your head over at him to give him a kiss on the lips but when you did, he was already fast asleep. 

His eyes were closed, he was breathing deeply, and his mouth was slightly open. 

You kissed him anyway- just the tiniest, most gentle kiss. 

When you pulled back, you watched the outer corners of his lips tug to form a small smile. It was that same little smile you saw on your daughter when you put her back to sleep. Except, now you were looking at who it came from, her dad, who you both loved more than anyone in the world. 

Songs:

Matt Harke- London’s Song

Author’s Note: With all due respect, Samuel, babe, let me make you a daddy.

Also, the cover art I made from this is based off of edited pictures of Sam I saw on twitter a while ago. They edited the colors and the grain on the original Sam pics. I simply added the baby and the text. If you know who edited the pics of Sam, let me know so I can credit them! 

[sunshinevanfleet]

reflections - s. kiszka

pairing: sam x reader

a/n: i'm back again to feed sammy lane >:) this is possibly some of the filthiest shit i've ever written and it's all sammy nation's fault. thank you for inspiring my naughty thoughts and keeping the gears turning y'all. i tried to incorporate some kind of plot into this, but it is mostly just... straight porn... so there's that. the reader struggles with some insecurities in this one so if that's not for you then i'll see you for the next one. ok love you byeee<3

genre: kinda angsty, smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT).

word count: 3.5k

summary: the reader struggles with a few insecurities, but sammy's there to show her just how much she means to him.

warnings: negative self-image, swearing, explicit sex scenes, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, etc.

“What are you doing, my love?” The appearance of Sam’s warm brown eyes from behind the bedroom door startled you. He peeked at you from the hallway, eyes scanning your dolled up frame as you looked yourself up and down in the mirror across from your bed. You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, the fabric plunging just enough to show off a tasteful amount of cleavage. The dress draped over the curves and valleys of your body, in what you thought was a flattering way, until now.

You should have known this would happen. You were notorious for picking dresses that you loved until you had to wear them. At least, that was what you told yourself. Realistically, it wasn’t the dress. Seeing your figure wrapped all up in silk and chiffon, every little detail carved out in the silhouette… You imagined the types of looks you would likely get from his peers, little old you just dragged along to mingle with the talented and famous. Your face and neck flushed, and you turned away from the mirror, stomach churning.

“Can’t you just go without me?” you asked, brushing a loose strand of hair off of your shoulder. A frown shadowed your features as you met his eager eyes, and you felt worse for it. He was looking forward to going to the party, wanting to introduce you to his friends. It shamed you, but you knew you would feel even worse being shown off by him. Absentmindedly, you tugged at the fabric bunching around your hips, trying to loosen it a tad. You were beginning to wish you’d bought something ugly and shapeless; at least then you wouldn’t feel as if your every flaw was on display.

“But I don’t want to go without you.” His gaze fell. 

“I know it’s just—“ you breathed a deep sigh, “well, I just don’t think I’m going to fit in. There’s gonna be dozens of beautiful women, all of them fit and dressed to the nines… Supermodels, probably.” You scoffed, shaking your head. It was ridiculous that you’d even tried to get dressed up for this stupid party. How could you ever think you’d look nice enough to mingle with those girls?

“What are you talking about?”

Your voice shook as you spoke, “I’m talking about me, in this stupid dress.” You gestured down at it, eyeing the creamy silk and embroidered florals on the dress. It had been magnificent in the store, draped over the tiny mannequin’s frame like something out of a movie. But here you were, imagining the Instagram models and musicians at the party—all of them long and lithe and graceful.  

He finally stepped into the room, fingers brushing yours as he reached for your hand. You pulled away, wiping tears from your eyes before they could smear the makeup you worked so hard on. 

“I love you in this dress,” he said softly. Not thwarted by your attempt in avoiding him, he slid his hands gently up your arms. He grasped you by the shoulders, and met your eyes. “You look so pretty, like a fairy.”

You laughed bitterly. It was sweet of him to say, but you weren’t going for fairy. You wanted to be dazzlingly gorgeous like the rest of the women who perused alongside him, fashionable and en vogue. Instead, you felt juvenile. Like you were trying too hard to earn brownie points. 

“I don’t feel pretty,” you muttered, your voice dark. You refused to meet his eyes, feeling uglier by the second. The irritation and attitude were doing nothing to make things better; you knew you were being unfair in taking it out on him. You were frustrated that he wasn’t seeing your point.

He sighed, one hand tracing up to lift your chin so your gaze met his. “Is this going to make you feel better? Staying home while I go out?” His eyes were curious, but firm. He wasn’t going to allow you to act unreasonably.

“Yes,” you said, though it was a lie. You knew you would feel worse if he left you behind, but you thought it would give you some form of grim satisfaction. He could go out and mingle with beautiful women all night, and at least then you would have some sort of justification for the insecurity you were feeling.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he said. “I’m not letting you sit here alone, pouting all night.” He released you from his grasp, and removed his suit jacket carefully. He kicked out of his loafers, leaving them haphazardly in the closet doorway.

You watched miserably. “If you want to go—“

“I’m not going without you. Now, we’re going to stand here until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head. “After all of that, you’re not blowing me off because you don’t want to talk about it.”

The tears were back, worse than before, now coupled with fresh waves of guilt. You were acting like such a brat. How could you deprive him of a night out with his friends because of your stupid insecurities? Your lip quivered as you looked at him, the words caught in your throat.

“It’s not the dress, is it?” he asked, voice soft. 

You shook your head. “No—It’s me… I just—looking in the mirror and noticing how much I don’t look like the other girls that hang out with your friends… I mean, they’re all super skinny and tall and have perfect makeup…” You trailed off, ashamed. You were jealous of them, envy burning deep in your chest each time you saw a candid photo of Sam crowded with a ton of his friends. You couldn’t go a day without comparing yourself, and you hated it. 

“Y/N,” he sighed, “I don’t care about any of those other girls.” He sat on the edge of the bed, grasping your hand and pulling you into the space between his legs. His knees caged you in, hands running comfortingly up and down your arms.

“How could you not?” you breathed, restraining yourself from breaking into sobs. Hot tears streamed over your cheeks, smearing your carefully applied cosmetics and making your eyes burn. “I’m nothing like them.”

He laughed humorlessly. “That’s why I love you, babydoll. If I wanted any of those girls I could have them, but I don’t. I only want you.” His fingers danced across your skin, the warmth of his touch comforting you slightly. 

You frowned, feeling worse at the affection that bloomed behind his irises. You knew you were ruining your night over nothing. You knew Sam loved you more than anything, yet here you were, hating yourself in this beautiful dress that you had been so excited to wear. The shame worsened your crying. At this, Sam’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer. He pulled you down onto his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted over the skin.

“Don’t cry, please,” he said, pleading. “You are so perfect, Y/N, I promise.”

You sniffled, trying to stifle your tears. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, wiping your face. “I-I didn’t mean to ruin our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” His voice was gentle, his touch even more so. You felt his hand skimming down the open back of your dress, finding the zipper. “Let’s take this off, hmm?”

You nodded, standing to let him unzip the dress. Once unzipped, his hands trailed beneath the fabric, kneading the skin of your back and hips as he pushed it off of you. You let the straps fall down over your shoulders, sighing at the feeling of his touch. The dress slipped down to the floor. You stood there, bare chested and wearing nothing but a pair of no-show panties. 

“Is this okay?” Sam asked softly, his hands sliding up and down your sides. 

“Yes,” you breathed. You closed your eyes as his hands massaged your skin. The mirror in front of the bed was no friend to you now, and you didn’t want to see your own ruined gazed in the reflection. Eyes shut, you could just focus on the feeling of Sam’s careful touches.

His breath fanned over your skin, lips meeting your skin in slow, deliberate kisses. A shiver traveled over your body. Your hands found his, grasping them gently as he held you by the hips. His thumbs toyed with the waistband of your panties, as his mouth paid close attention to every inch of your back. 

“C’mere,” he said softly, pulling you down onto the bed. You perched between his legs, head leaning back on his shoulder. He hooked his hands beneath your knees, spreading your legs over his own to hold them open. You flushed, still refusing to open your eyes. He took in the sight of you in the reflection before you, eyes drinking in every detail of your exposed body. One of his large hands spread over your lower stomach, holding you steady, while the other trailed up to your chest. His fingers dipped between the valley of your breasts, then moved to brush over one of your hardened nipples. You sighed, settling into his embrace as he petted you gently. 

“Hey,” his voice was silken in your ear, “why won’t you look at me, doll?” His hand abandoned your chest, rising to cup your cheek and pull your face towards his. You forced your eyes open, finding his loving gaze. He kissed you delicately, as if you might break, and you relaxed into his touch. You tried to make peace with being vulnerable with him–he’d already seen all the best and worst parts of you, hadn’t he?

“Sorry,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Don’t be,” he responded, the hand on your stomach slipping down to your clothed center. His fingers circled the damp spot blooming through your panties, and you sighed against him. Your neck was craned in his direction, eyes on his concentrated face as he watched you in the mirror. Whimpers fell from your parted lips, his touch sending butterflies blooming through your lower half. His own mouth fell open, panting as he watched himself pleasure you in the reflection. 

The hand still cupping your cheek directed your gaze to the mirror; he moved the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your dripping folds to the air. You saw his fingers swirl around your clit, then dip into your center timidly. Your back arched against him, hips bucking out to meet his touch. You tore your eyes away from your own body, meeting his lustful gaze in the reflection. A tiny smirk played on his lips, noticing the way you began to writhe and twitch upon seeing yourself crumble beneath his skilled fingers. The intensity of his gaze elicited a moan from your lips, and you couldn’t help but look away. Your cheeks stained pink as sweat began to trail down over your temple.

“Don’t look away, my love,” his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

“Sammy, please–”

“Beg all you want, doll. If I don’t see those pretty little eyes soon, I’ll leave you here aching for me.”

You breathed sharply at his words; the warmth spreading through your center was incredible. The last thing you needed him to do was stop touching you. Forcing your eyes open, you met his salacious gaze in the mirror, his lip tucked between his teeth. He held your gaze for a moment, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes trailed down your own body. He had one hand holding you close, fingers twisting and rolling one of your nipples. His other fingers thrusted into you, curling up into your sweet spot. You mewled under his touch, reveling in the look that flashed over his face; the veins and muscles in his arm bulged as he increased his speed. 

The ill thoughts of your body were long gone now, as you watched the way your body rolled into his touch. You held eye contact with him as you approached your release, a fire bubbling in your stomach as you got closer and closer. He held you in place against him without any trouble. His arms were secure around you, even as you shook and writhed in his grasp. Your chest heaved, your entire lower body clenching as he fingered you with more intensity. He was grunting behind you, your ass grazing his clothed cock with each tiny movement.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he muttered in your ear, his voice throaty. The sound of it sent a jolt through you, your center tightening around his digits. He moaned at the feeling, attaching his lips to your neck to suck a dark mark into the skin. “You gonna give it to me, honey? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Make a mess for me?”

You whined in reply, nodding your head. He grinned, teeth grazing your skin. If possible, he increased the speed of his ministrations more. You thrashed in his grasp at the feeling, crying out, “Sammy– fuck, I’m so close…”

“I know,” he murmured in that low, saccharine tone. “Make a mess for me, doll. Let go for me–”

A high-pitched cry tore from your lips as you finally reached your release. Warmth spread through your seizing muscles, ecstasy blooming over your entire body as you came. His fingers never slowed once, guiding you through your orgasm as you clenched and tightened around them. His eyes were pleased, cocky as you fucked yourself desperately onto his fingers. He loved having you spread open, the mess of your release dripping down onto the sheets beneath you, soaking them through. 

“Oh, please–” you hissed, his digits still curling inside of you. The overstimulation made your thighs tremble weakly. Your mind spun, the drunken haze of your orgasm muddying your thoughts. “Sammy, ah, I’m sensitive…”

He chuckled lightly. “I can see that, pretty girl,” he whispered against your neck. His fingers slipped out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the feeling, grasping his wrist as he trailed up to your clit, circling it slowly. “Are you too sensitive for me to fuck you?” He asked, his tone teasing.

You sighed, shaking your head. “No, no, please, I need it.”

“What do you need, hm?” You felt his eyes on you in the reflection, gauging your reaction to his words. “Tell me what you need…”

“Your cock, please–” you pleaded, your voice hoarse. “I want you to fuck me, Sammy. Please fuck me.” 

His cock strained against his pants at the sound of your begging. He seemed to be satisfied. It took him half a second to free his cock from his pants, not even bothering to remove them completely. One hand guided his length to your entrance, while the other gripped your thigh to hold your legs open. The muscles of your legs trembled at being in the same position for so long, but the pain was numbed by the stretch of him pushing inside of you. A sharp cry echoed from your mouth, and your eyes fluttered closed.

“Ah, ah,” he said, “Remember my rules, honey.”

You nodded, peeling your eyes open. “I–I’m sorry,” you gasped, your nails digging into his arm as he fucked up into you. “Sorry, Sammy. Please don’t stop…”

He smiled. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed. “So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you said, holding his gaze. His eyes drank you in, enthralled by the sight of you being split open by his cock. You saw his eyes trail down to his cock driving into your center, the mess of fluids glistening on your thighs and pelvic bone. His brows furrowed as he watched himself fucking you; you groaned at the sight. 

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, nodding towards your limp frame in the mirror. “All pretty crying like this for me… How could you ever think I’d want anyone else spread open for me, hm?”

“I-I don’t know,” you whined, the feeling of his length hitting so deep inside of you making your vision go spotty.

“I only want you, are we clear?” He snapped his hips up into yours, his thrusts growing sharper.

You nodded.

“Words, honey,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, we’re clear,” your voice tore from your throat, and he made a satisfied sound. Somehow, he seemed to be going deeper and deeper with each thrust, driving all the thoughts from your head. You could barely function, garbled moans of his name and other praise ringing through the room. It was taking everything in you to keep your eyes open and on the mirror; the view of the two of you in the reflection was doing nothing to help you hold on, either. You were barrelling quickly towards your second orgasm. 

“Gonna cum again? All pretty around my cock?”

“Yes,” you cried out, throat burning. He swirled a couple fingers around your clit, sending your entire body shaking at the feeling. That, coupled with his length brushing your g-spot had you disintegrating into his touch. Your mouth went slack, eyes locked on his as you approached your second orgasm. There was an intense pressure blooming in your lower stomach. 

“Look at that,” he said, voice dripping with sweetness as he urged you towards your release. “You like watching yourself fall apart on my cock, don’t you, my love?”

You opened your mouth, but couldn’t form any words. Only lewd, mewling noises.

“That’s okay, honey… You don’t have to say it. This pussy tightening around me says it all,” he said, still smug. Then, he moaned quietly at the feeling of you clenching hard around him. “There it is… Let go for me again.”

You did as he said, your entire body going lax as your second orgasm washed over you. The pressure in your lower belly expelled all at once, a feeling unlike anything you’d experienced before. There was a surprised sound from Sam behind you, then an unfamiliar groan from him. Waves of euphoria washed over you, your hips bucking at Sam’s touch as you rode out your orgasm. As you came down, you noticed that things were messier than usual, the sheets and legs of Sam’s pants soaked through with your arousal.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, still fucking you. “You looked so sweet, squirting all over my fingers and my cock…” His brows pulled together as his pace began to stutter. You felt his cock twitching inside of you, still brushing the spot that made your head spin. You were practically drooling, your eyelids drooping closed as he chased his high.

“Feels too good,” you mumbled drunkenly, your head falling onto his shoulder. You did your best to hold yourself up as he thrusted up into you, but he was doing the majority of the work. You eyed the bulging muscles of his arms as he held you up, your mouth watering. 

“You can take it, sweet girl,” he said, concentrated. He was so close, you could tell by the waver in his silken voice. “You can take my cum, can’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you confirmed. “I can take it. Please…”

A contented chuckle left his lips, and he snapped his hips up into you a couple more times. You began to roll your hips down onto him as you felt the muscles of his abdomen clenching harshly.

“Oh, fuck, take it,” he groaned, the warmth of his release spreading inside of you as he finally reached his high. Your pussy clenched around him, urging him through his orgasm as he held you in place. You cried out his name, still rutting against him as the final waves of his release rolled over him. “You’re so good for me, doll,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against your shoulder as the two of you were finally still.

The two of you were quiet for a moment, unmoving as you both caught your breath. Then, you felt him shift underneath you, and his hand cupped your cheek again. He directed your attention to the mirror, where you could see the mess dripping out of your swollen cunt, a mixture of his cum and your own release. The sheets around you and a small portion of the floor at the end of the bed were soaked with your squirt, and your face flushed pink.

“I really made a mess, huh?” you asked, slightly embarrassed. 

“You looked so beautiful doing it,” he said, amused. “Fuck, the look on your face while you were squirting all over my cock. Better than any fucking party.” He placed a sloppy kiss against your cheek, holding you gently as he pulled out of you. 

You laughed softly, settling back onto the bed. He ran a hand over your stomach, caressing the skin gently. He leaned down and placed a kiss against the soft skin, nipping softly at the place beneath your navel.

“Think you can do it again?” He asked, face framed by your legs as he pushed them open. 

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded. “Anything for you, Sammy.”

[builtbykittie]

Play fighting

Part 2

Sam Kiszka x f!reader

See part one here

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, SMUT, unprotected sex, just smutty stuff in general, a little fluff to wrap it up (might be a little corny.. My apologies)

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You let your eyes flutter open, flexing your fingers into the linen sheets and squeezing your eyes shut once the sun hits them. "Sam?" You groan, adjusting to the light and turning your head to find that you're alone.

You're still in his bed, his thin blanket draped over your naked body. The sun is glaring through the sliver of the window where curtains are not covering it, ultimately the only thing keeping you from freezing under the tiny blanket.

You spot your bra, panties, dress, and shorts in a stack on top of his dresser and force yourself out of bed. Rubbing your eyes, you grab just your shorts and bra before making your way to the bathroom just across his room.

Although Sam has seen you much worse, you rub away your remaining mascara and play with your hair. Turning on the faucet, you grab your spare toothbrush from the cup sitting on the counter. Sam must've heard this because as you're sleepily brushing your teeth while also trying to slip on your shorts with the other hand, his voice calls to you. "Y/N? Are you up?"

You spit and wash the remaining toothpaste off of the brush before discarding it back in the cup. When you go to stand up after grabbing your bra you accidentally scrape the side of your head against the porcelain sink, "Yeah, I'll be down in a second!"

Before you can even fully get your bra situated, you hear Sam pad across the kitchen floor and up the stairs. He doesn't care to knock, twisting the unlocked knob and pushing the door open without warning. "Sam!" You instinctively jump back, frantically pulling the straps over your arms.

There was nothing to hide, he was literally inside of you just last night, after all. "Sorry," he holds his hands up in faux surrender as a large grin grows on his lips. You step toward him, completely ignoring the fact that you're both more than half naked to place your hands on his chest. "It's fine, you just startled me," you breathe with a giggle.

There are no words to explain how badly you want to grab his face and smash your lips against his, but you don't.

"Breakfast is downstairs," he adds softly with a fond smile, eyes flicking to your lips, then breasts, then back to your face. "Why thank you, Sammy," you grin, kissing his cheek before making your way around him out the door. You turn around once you're out of the room and look down at your clothes "Um, do you have a shirt I could wear?"

"Nope," he struts past you, shutting his door and then stopping in front of the stairs. "You could've taken one from my dresser yourself, you know."

You let out a loud, annoyed pout and purse your lips. You feel a wetness grow between your thighs at the thought of being in just your bra and tiny little shorts around him.

Sam starts to head down the stairs, turning around to make sure you're following. You decide to add a little extra movement in your steps to enhance the way your breasts bounce, just for him.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you find a stack of pancakes on the table and some type of scramble being kept warm on the stove. "So," you cower away from him as you plate your food.

Just as you go to open your mouth again, you realize you have nothing to say. You never really planned out your approach to the conversation.

"Hm?" Sam knows what you want to say, it's written all across his expression. "You wanna talk about last night?" You turn around completely, a smile on your face to hide how horrified you feel about the topic.

"Do you?" He smirks, grabbing your plate from your hands and setting it on the table before leaning against the counter next to you. "Well yeah I kind of do, Sam," you frown as you turn to face him, not sure how he's going to cooperate.

"Look, if you don't want to continue, we can forget it ever happened," he adds softly, there was the tiniest hint of melancholy in his voice that you would've missed if it wasn't for the dead silence in the room. "Do you?"

You hesitate for a moment, your brows knitting towards each other to create slight worry lines. "I don't know," you whisper.

Sam takes a step toward you, eliminating any space between the two of you as your clothed breasts press slightly against his bare chest. "So why don't we try it once more, see if you can make up your mind," he lifts your chin with his index finger before taking your jaw in his hand and squeezing.

Your face relaxes, a smile tugging at your lips. Instead of saying anything, you rise to your toes and smash your lips against his. Your hands instantly find the back of his neck, pulling him into you even more as the kiss deepens.

There is no way you could ever go back to simply just being friends. The way his lips mold perfectly together with yours, the feeling of his hands on your waist, how effortlessly he made you fold for him, how his lips taste, and how he has you wrapped around his finger is reason enough to never go back to the way it was before.

Sam's hands cup your cheeks in a way that's so romantic but also manages to be just as hot. You pull back to jump up on the counter, impatiently grabbing him again and running your fingers through his hair as his tongue swipes against your lips.

The second his tongue slips into your mouth you're moaning into his, moving your hands down to his lower back and pressing his bulge against your core. "Well, it seems like you already know what you want, love," Sam laughs to himself, dodging the way you try to attach your lips back onto his before starting to take steps back from you.

"Sam," you drop your hands in your lap "Samuel Kiszka, if you don't fuck me right now, on your counter, I'm going home."

A large grin grows on his face and you can tell he's trying to decide whether to play games or give you what you want. "And I know you're not ready for me to leave. Not just yet."

"Fuck you're hot when you act like this, y'know that?" He walks back toward you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and instantly pulling them down once you've lifted yourself for him.

You can't bite back the excited giggle you let out as he smooths his hands over your bare thighs, which makes his face light up with a smile you wish you could get tattooed into your mind permanently. "Spread for me sweetheart," he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of it.

You do just as he ordered, prying your legs away from one another and spreading them as wide as you could manage. "So sweet for me," Sam coos, lowering himself to be level with your heat.

He presses a soft kiss to both your knees, then your lower thighs, then upper thighs, the kisses slowly becoming wetter with every inch he moves. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your little cunt is? Hm?"

"Oh you'd be surprised," you lie, strictly to get him worked up "Don't get jealous on me now." Your legs start to tremble and your breath hitches in the back of your throat as he presses a kiss to your slit. It's incredibly soft, but enough to make you squirm. "I bet none of them were as good as me," he devilishly smiles just before latching his lips to your clit, eliciting a loud yelp from you.

Without hesitation or haste, Sam's tongue flicks over your clit. "Oh fuck," you shakily whisper, hands flying to the edge of the counter and gripping on for dear life. "Delicious," Sam whispers, bringing up a hand to toy with your breasts.

Eventually, he unhooks your bra with just the one hand. A cry leaves your lips as he takes your nipple in his fingers and begins to roll his fingers against it, pulling at the nub as he continues his attack on your bundle of nerves with his mouth.

"Mm, so sensitive," Sam breathes against your throbbing cunt just before he slowly slides his middle finger into you, never breaking eye contact. Your eyes begin to flutter and your mouth falls open as he pumps his finger into you while still toying with your nipple in his other hand.

You're not strong enough to prevent your head from falling back onto the cabinet behind it. "Hey," Sam's ring finger joins his other as he gently slips it in you "Look at me."

The hand playing with your breasts lets go to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him "Let me see your pretty little face." You moan in response to his words and your back arches slightly as he begins to curl his fingers inside you.

You watch Sam's face light up as he gets an idea "So tell me love, how long have you felt this way?" You frown at him, he knows exactly what he's doing. "Can we-" You're unable to finish your sentence once his mouth latches back onto your clit "Can we talk.. shit... About this later?"

"Of course," he kisses your tummy "how about when my cock is deep inside your precious little pussy?" You go to say something but let it die in your mouth as you feel your climax approach, your walls clenching and quivering around his fingers.

Butterflies dance around your stomach as your eyes flutter shut and your mind goes blank, the pleasure blinding every one of your senses. Strings of curses flow from your mouth, and Sam's voice coaxing you through your orgasm is just barely audible to the point you wonder if it's only in your head. "There you go, baby. Look at you, making a mess of yourself all over my fingers."

When you're finally able to open your eyes, you look down at his hand, still inside of you and soaked in your release. Your slick drips down his fingers into his palm where he then pulls the digits from you and licks it off. The sight makes your core throb, aching for him.

"Sam, fuck me," you shakily whisper "I need to feel you, please." A large grin grows on his face as he rises off the floor "Oh my god, who is this? I've turned you soft." You roll your eyes, but you can't say he's wrong.

He takes a step closer so that his bulge is pressed against your heat, your legs instantly wrap around his thighs and your hands find the band of his boxers. "You're too impatient," he helps you pull down the fabric and tosses it to the side to be forgotten about for probably the next few hours. "Oh come on, don't act like you don't want it equally as bad," you breathe, one hand wrapping firmly around his cock and the other grasping the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

Sam groans into your mouth as you begin to swirl your hand around him at a painfully slow pace and he grabs your wrist, which sends a sharp pain up your arm. The way you wince at his action causes him to lift your arm and look at the area, that is painted with bruises in the shape of his fingers. "Look at what you've done to me Sammy," you grin, pulling your arm out of his grip and checking out the bruises for yourself.

After enough inspection, you cup his face and place a passionate kiss against his lips. His hands find your hair as you sit up and lean into the kiss, which is becoming more and more sloppy by the second. Due to your eyes being closed, you're unable to foresee him pushing himself into you and stretching you out in one slow thrust. Before you can even gather yourself after the first thrust, his hips speed up "Now are you gonna tell me how long you've wanted me?"

"You mean needed?" you jest in a moan "Sam... I haven't.. shit.. been able to get you out of my mind for the past few fucking.. weeks." You begin to slouch, his hands grabbing onto your hips with an iron-clad hold and pulling you towards himself so he can go as deep into you as possible. "Yeah? Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" Sam groans between sharp thrusts.

"Yes, oh fuck. Yes," you cry, putting your hands behind you to hold yourself up. Sam's current state is something you could get used to, his cheeks a bright shade of pink, his lips parted, his hair damp and messy, and his eyebrows knitted together.

You can't help but stare at Sam, forcing your eyes to stay open for a longer look at him. "What're you looking at," he groans, you assume he felt your gaze due to the way he's still completely enamored by the sight of your sexes mixing.

"What do you think I'm looking at," you struggle to get the words out as you feel your orgasm start to approach. "Oh god Sam, right there," you throw your upper body forward, clinging onto his bare back and nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

"Right.. there?" He growls, hitting a sweet spot as hard as he can and eliciting a loud yelp from you. "So noisy. You gonna cum, doll?" Sam tries to keep his composure, but he's just as close as you are.

His head flies back, giving you the perfect chance to attack his beautiful neck with kisses. "Oh don't do that," he speaks from deep within his chest "You're so warm, baby. Cum with me, you can do it. Come on."

"Oh my god Sam, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," you shriek, not bothered to monitor your volume as Sam fucks into you relentlessly and mercilessly. Once again the pleasure completely and utterly blinds every single one of your senses, you try to open your mouth to warn him but all that comes out is a choked squeal.

Your vision is blurred, just as it was last night. A lavender fog takes over your mind and your eyes are clamped so tightly shut that you worry you might hurt yourself. "Shit y/n, so good, you feel so good," he almost whispers, so completely taken over by how good he feels.

Sam doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you through both of your orgasms. All of the juices threatening to leak out instantly being fucked back into you until he has absolutely no strength left to continue thrusting into you.

For the next few moments, the only sounds in the room are intense heavy breathing and soft moans. You're so blinded by the aftermath of your orgasm that you don't even realize Sam has already pulled out and is holding you in his arms.

"So good, baby. You alright?" Sam whispers, rubbing your back which is covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Yeah, I'm okay," you shakily whisper, too weak to move. When you finally do gather enough strength to look up at him, you can't help the giant smile that pulls on each of your cheeks.

"That was..." you sigh with a giggle, moving your hands to cup his jaw. "Crazy?" He smiles, his pretty voice is like music to your ears. "Let's go sit down, huh?"

"Please," you breathe, holding onto him as you slip off the counter, leaving behind an embarrassing 'puddle' of juices on the gray marble. "Oh my," he clicks his tongue, a smile growing on his face. "Look at this," he wipes some of the sticky substance off the surface and brings his fingers to your mouth, slipping them in and forcing you to taste the mix of yourself and him.

You stumble as you go to walk, grabbing onto the man who did this to you. Although he is, or was your best friend, you've never felt more comfortable being fully exposed around someone than right now. "Let's just sit on the couch," you exhaustedly whisper into his chest as he throws an arm around your shoulders. "Let's do that."

He gently rests you on the sofa, and quickly grabs the first blanket he lays his eyes upon. You can't help but sneak glances at his naked body while you wait for him to put away the food you'd completely forgotten about and notice fresh scratches on his back.

He walks over to you with a fond smile, settling down as close as possible next to you. "Sorry," your cheeks burn up as you cuddle into his warm body "for the scratches." Though you're not looking at him, you can feel Sam's eyes on you and when you look back at him, he's beaming with a smile. "Sorry for the bruises," Sam chuckles, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across the surface.

"I didn't think I'd ever say this out loud," you tilt your head to look into his eyes "I really love you, Sam."

Another smile lights up his face just before he leans in to kiss your forehead. "I love you, y/n. Everything you do, I'm completely smitten with you," he hums with a grin, poking at your face.

"I guess your brothers were right," you whisper, reaching up to untangle the ends of his hair. "Guess so," Sam lays his head on top of yours. Sooner or later he begins to drift off, and in that moment you have no worries. Your thoughts go quiet as you let his gentle snores lull you to sleep.

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a/n - Oops, I disappeared again. I have been struggling so bad with having any motivation to write, but here we are... Hope you enjoy this chapter, just writing it gave me butterflies ♡ (disclaimer, I am making this a scheduled post, so the rest of the taglist will be posted when I eventually wake up ♡)

There’s something truly liminal about a grocery store when it is, for the most part, unoccupied.

You stood alone, listening to the quiet music playing over the speakers as you deliberated on which cereal you wanted.

“You know, personally I’d go with the Count Chocula, or Apple Jacks, but maybe that’s just me.”

The sudden voice next to you caused your body to tense up, and you whipped around, coming face to face with Sam as he stood with his usual goofy ass grin plastered on his face.

Your eyes rolled, but a smile quickly formed on your lips. “You know, a hello would have sufficed, rather than scaring the shit out of me.”

He shrugged, and reached past you to grab a box of the aforementioned Count Chocula cereal. “Maybe, but where’s the fun in that?”

It had been a couple weeks since you last saw him, since the night at the pub… and since you woke up the morning after having dreamed about him all night, about how his lips felt against your own, how gentle he was as he held you close to him… It was a lot to grapple with, and it left you in desperate need of a cold shower and a strong cup of coffee.

But there he stood, leaning against the handle of your cart as he watched you pick out cereal.

“You know, it’s funny I ran into you actually.”

You turned to him as you reached for a box of Apple Jacks, a curious look on your face urging him to continue speaking.

“I was gonna text you to see if you were free tonight. I’m having some friends over for a game night, gonna get some pizza, have some drinks, if you’d like to come.”

Your eyes caught something, well someone walking past the end of the aisle, and your focus drifted from Sam. He quickly noticed the change in focus, and turned to see what you were looking at.

“You alright, Y/n? Is that the uh… the dreaded ex?”

You slowly nodded, continuing to watch as he walked around with his new girlfriend on his arm.

“What’s his name?”

“Adam”

“Well, Adam is a loser, and what he did to you is fucking awful.”

You turned to him, confused as to how he knew about what happened between you and your ex, but he was still looking down the aisle at Adam. “How do you know what happened?”

He turned back to you, shaking off the sour look he had been directing at your ex before speaking. “Eleanor gets chatty after a few drinks.”

You nodded in agreement, but stayed quiet, peeking over his shoulder again to see Adam looking back at you, and you froze.

“Hey.” The feeling of Sam’s hand on your arm calmed your nerves, and his voice brought your attention back to him. “I mean what I said, he’s a fucking loser, and you’re way out of his league. Pay him no mind, he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

You nodded, and looked down at your shoes for a moment before you felt the gentle pressure of Sam’s finger beneath your chin, lifting your face to look at him. “Can you repeat that back to me? He’s a loser…”

“He’s a loser.”

“You’re out of his league.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment, and he sighed. “Come on, say it for me.”

“I’m out of his league.”

“Yes you are, and he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

“He doesn’t deserve my attention.”

“Atta girl.” You watched a smirk form on his lips as his finger dropped from your chin. “Now, would you like to continue shopping together? I could use a second opinion on what snacks to get for tonight.”

The simple nod you gave him was enough for the smirk to turn into a wide grin, and you turned back to lean against the handle of your cart. “So, what kind of games should I be preparing to play tonight?”

“So you are gonna come?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

The two of you made your way to the end of the aisle, and you turned to Sam. “Where to next?”

“Deli, need to pick out some meat and cheese.”

Your gaze dropped to the small basket he was carrying before lifting back up to look at him. “There’s no way you’re going to fit everything you need in that basket.”

He looked down at his basket, then at your cart before looking at you. “Would you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?”

You shook your head, and gestured for him to add his stuff into the cart. “Of course not, go ahead.”

You stayed stationary while Sam placed the basket of his groceries into the cart, and waited for him to take the lead, but he simply made his way back to the space beside you. You turned to look at him, and were met with movement as he tucked himself closer behind you and placed a hand over each of your own on the handle of the cart before slowly pushing it, and in turn, you forward. “Lead the way, gorgeous. I’m perfectly content following you around.”

There was an undeniable feeling in you that your brain short circuited the moment he touched you, but his words brought a blush to your cheeks that would make a rose jealous. He stuck to you for the first few steps before he let his hands slip from yours and he fell into step with you.

You could imagine the smug look on his face without having to look at him, but what you didn’t see was the way Adam watched you turn into a flustered mess at Sam’s proximity and words, or the way Sam made a show of holding back to watch you walk away for a few seconds before making a move to catch up with you.

The two of you made your way around the store, slowly filling the cart with whatever you chose before you finally ended up in the produce section. You watched as Sam sped ahead of you a little, making a b-line for the assortment of melons on display. He pondered over the pile for a moment before he picked up two cantaloupes and turned to you. “Which one looks better?”

Your eyes dropped to the melons in his hands, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had them held against his chest. He seemed to catch the small laugh as it escaped you, and his eyes dropped to look at what you were seeing. An airy chuckle came from Sam as he looked back up at you. “My eyes are up here you know.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from your cart to take one of the cantaloupes from his hand and place it in the cart. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Sam.”

“I could say the same to you, dear.”

When you turned to look back at him, somewhat taken aback by what he had called you, he had already walked away, looking instead at the array of different peppers.

You were only in the store for another ten minutes before you and Sam walked out into the parking lot.

“Where are you parked?”

You turned to look at him quickly before swiveling to find your car and point at it. He hummed and stepped away from you and the cart. “Why don’t you head over to your car, I can see an empty spot next to you. I’ll grab my car and make my way over.”

You gave him a quick nod and began to walk over to your car, trying your best not to get hit by the idiots who don’t know how to drive in a parking lot. Your head was hung as you searched through your bag for your car keys, leaving you unsuspecting of someone walking up to you.

“What happened to your little boyfriend? Did he get sick of you already?”

You knew exactly who the voice belonged to as it invaded your ears, but you kept your gaze focused on your task as you pulled your keys from your bag and popped the trunk of your car.

“If that was some attempt to make me jealous, that’s kind of-”

Before you had the chance to turn around and snap at him, the sound of a car horn cut him off, and you turned instead to see Sam’s car idling as he waited to get into the empty parking spot that Adam was standing in.

You watched as the window rolled down and Sam turned to look at Adam. “Hey asshole, the brakes in this car are on the fritz, so I can’t promise that it won’t run you over if you don’t leave her alone and move the fuck out of the way.”

Adam scrambled out of the way, looking over at you one last time, seeing the shocked look on your face, and the fresh blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you looked at Sam, before walking back to his car. Sam pulled into the spot and got out of the driver's side before making his way back to you, popping his truck as he walked.

“Are your brakes actually broken, Sam?”

He turned to you and chuckled, shaking his head as he gave the car a soft pat. “God no, I just bought this car, if the brakes were broken I would cry.”

“So you just-”

“Lied to get your jackass ex to move, yeah. Why? Did you not want me to? I can call him back over” his voice was teasing as he slowly turned and lifted his hand.

You quickly closed the distance between you and Sam, grabbing his arm and lowering it back to his side. “Please, god, no.”

He chuckled and lifted his free hand to your arm. “I would never, I’m just teasing.”

Your hands loosened from around his arm, falling back to your side as Sam turned to grab his groceries from the cart. “So… when should I make my way to your place?”

“Well.” He placed two bags into the trunk of his car before turning to you. “I know you’ve got lots to put away when you get home, so I won’t say right now, but whenever you’d like to make your way over the door will be open. Be warned though, I may put you to work helping me out with plating all this food if you come over too early.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, and stepped back to close the trunk of your own car. “Well, we’ll just have to see then won’t we?”

His lips turned into a small smirk as he watched you slowly back up toward the driver's side door of your car. “I guess so.”

You pulled open the car door and tossed your bag into the passenger's seat before turning back to him. “I’ll see you soon then.”

The smirk on his face grew to a smile, and he gave you a soft nod. “See you soon.”

The second you closed the car door you leaned over to your purse to grab your phone.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds, but before you could begin to type a knock on your window scared you back into paying attention to your surroundings. Sam was leaning toward your window before you could even roll it down, his knuckle still resting in the spot it had been even after the glass had lowered.

“Figured you might need these.” His hand opened, revealing your keys. “You know, for driving and getting back into your apartment.”

Slowly, you lifted your hand to pluck the ring of keys from his palm, retracting your hand back through the window before you chanced a glance at him. “Thanks, I must have dropped them while I was packing the trunk.”

“Guess you’re lucky I noticed them.” He straightened himself out and slowly began turning back to his car. “I’ll see you later, Y/n. Don’t miss me too much.”

There weren’t many times that you felt as frantic as you did walking into your apartment, grocery bags hung from each arm as you kicked the door shut and shuffled into the kitchen. If there were an olympic category for putting away groceries, you would have won gold, and only once you were sure that everything had been placed in the correct spots did you pick up your phone. You spend the short walk to the bathroom staring at your screen as you typed out a detailed account of what happened at the grocery store to send to your friends.

The realization dawned on you as you walked into the bathroom that you hadn’t put much effort into how you looked before going to the store. You looked in the mirror, noting the fact that your hair hadn’t been washed in a few days, which you had attempted to hide with a bit of dry shampoo and a claw clip, and the clothing you had plucked from your “chair pile” of clean clothes that you had yet to fold and put away.

A shower was exactly what you needed, and you spent ample time beneath the blistering heat of the water before you stepped out and back into your bedroom.

After spending almost an hour just laying on your bed scrolling through a variety of apps, and some much needed deliberation over FaceTime with your friends, you were finally dressed and ready to go. You were thankful for Nadine, who had informed you that she would be joining in on the fun as a fellow friend… and plus one to Danny.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you had been fidgeting in the back seat of the car until the sound of the driver's voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“You alright back there? You seem nervous.”

A nervous chuckle bubbled out of you, and you looked down at your hands as you twiddled your thumbs. “That obvious, huh?”

“Just a tad.” The chuckle that came from the older man in the front seat was much lighter than yours, and when your gaze lifted, you were quickly met by his warm smile and kind eyes in the rear view mirror. “So what’s got you feeling so nervous, first date?”

You choked on your own spit at the thought, immediately even more flustered than you were before. “No… no nothing like that, just going to hang out with some friends.”

“Just hanging out with friends… hm. Am I correct in assuming that you have feelings for one of these friends of yours.”

“Yeah…”

“And do you know if this friend has feelings for you as well?”

“I… I don’t really know.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, the last time we hung out we shared an Uber to go back to our respective houses… and when we arrived at my place he got out to say goodnight, which isn’t unusual… but then we kissed.”

“Well that’s a great sign!”

You could still see the soft expression that crossed Sam’s features as he looked at you that night. You could feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes took in every little detail on your face, and the way his lips pressed against your own.

“Sure, except that immediately after he muttered goodnight and scurried back into the car.”

“Well that just sounds like the poor boy was just as nervous as you are now.” His eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror as he pulled up to the curb outside of what you assumed to be your destination, and when he saw the skeptical look on your face he made the effort to turn and look at you properly. “Let yourself relax, darling. The longer you get stuck in that head of yours, the worse it’s gonna be.”

You nodded and looked back down at your hands.

“I was the same as him at some point in the distant past. Just a nervous, idiotic young man that would forget how to function around a girl that I had feelings for. Let yourself relax, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.”

You looked up at him, offering a small smile to match his, and he gave you a reassuring nod. “My late wife, the love of my life, used to tell me that fate always meant for the two of us to end up together, we just had to allow ourselves to believe that love would find us when we were ready.”

Something caught his attention, causing him to turn away from you and look out the window. “Is this the guy?”

You turned and followed his gaze, finding Sam as he walked curiously down the driveway of the house. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Sam’s eyes squinted in an attempt to figure out who was on the backseat, and you watched a wide grin break out on his face when you lifted your hand to offer a small wave.

The moment he stopped at the side of the car, your door was opened, and Sam offered a hand to help you out. “I was beginning to think you had taken a wrong turn.”

You thanked the driver as you stepped out of the car, and watched as Sam dipped his head down to look into the car. “Thank you for getting her here safe.”

“Any time, kid. It was a pleasure, she was the best passenger I’ve had in a long while. You two have a good night.”

“That’s the plan.” Sam stood up straight once again, giving the driver a wave as he shut the car door. “Have a good one.”

“Well.” Sam turned to you, and the intoxicating smile on his face caused a flurry of butterflies to erupt within you. “Come on then, I’ve got to give you the grand tour.”

You followed closely behind him and as the two of two walked through the front door, you immediately felt some of the anxiety you had been carrying fall away. Sam continued to walk as you shrugged your coat from your shoulders and bent over to untie your shoes.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice had become distant, having passed through what you had suspected to be at least one hallway of sorts before he finally noticed that you weren’t following behind him. “Taking my shoes off.”

He came shuffling back into the entryway within seconds, standing and watching as you pulled your shoes off and straightened up. “Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself there.”

You chuckled and stepped closer to him, your lips curling into a smile that you couldn’t fight, not in his presence at least. “No need to apologize, now show me around.”

A giddy energy blanketed the two of you as Sam reached for your hand, wrapping it within his own before dragging you along behind him further into the house.

After painstakingly showing you every inch of the main floor, Sam ran ahead of you and beckoned you up the stairs. “Alright, so we’ve got another bathroom here.”

His hand brushed along a closed door, and continued along the wall. Your gaze travelled along the decorated hall, pictures of family and friends leaving little room in the space between door frames.

“And this…” The soft tapping of his fingers against the dark wooden door brought your attention back to him. “Is where the magic happens. Also known as my bedroom.”

A playful smirk crept its way onto your lips as you turned your attention to the way he continued staring down the hall. “Where the magic happens, huh?”

His head whipped around to look at you, and he quickly mirrored your smirk. “Do you doubt me?”

And just like that, any thoughts that may have crossed your mind were washed away into the gutter. You wanted to say no, you didn’t doubt him, in fact you wanted him to prove it, but instead the two of you simply stood staring at one another until he chuckled and broke the silence. “Do you want to see the music room?”

You shook from your trance and gave him a small nod. “You have a music room?”

He beamed and nodded, waving for you to follow him as he turned and walked to the end of the hallway. He opened the door and made a dramatic show of displaying the now open room to you as you walked up to the doorway. “Holy shit. I knew you liked to play guitar, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

It was beautiful, a comfortable couch resting against the wall beneath a cascading display of various guitars. Across the room was a standing desk with a keyboard resting beneath the main deskspace. You watched as he made his way toward the couch, letting himself freefall into the cushions before looking back at you. “Kind of comes with the job I do, I guess.”

“You know, we never really talk about your job.” You were still leaning against the door frame, your eyes taking in all the small details of the room.

“There’s more interesting things to talk about.”

You turned back to him, your eyes locking with his as a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Well I’d like to know more about it than you just ‘working in a music store with your brothers.’ Seems like it would be fun.”

His smile returned, and one of his hands dropped from behind his head to pat the empty space beside him on the couch. “Well come on over then, I’ll tell you all about it.”

You shuffled across the room, lowering yourself into the seat across the couch from him and turning to give him your full attention. “Go on.”

He turned himself to face you, readjusting himself to get comfortable. “It’s nothing overly special. I work with my brothers, and Danny. The store is owned by an old family friend, but the four of us have been keeping the place going now that he is getting a bit too old to manage it on his own.”

You pulled your legs onto the cushion to sit cross legged as you listened to him talk, nodding along, but when he paused, you worried that’s all he was going to say. “Well that can’t be all of it. What do you do?”

He looked somewhat surprised by your genuine interest, but quickly picked up where he left off. “Well, Josh pretty much runs the place. Danny helps with customer service and most of the heavy lifting. Jake does maintenance, he’ll fix pretty much whatever instrument someone brings in, he’s kind of a whiz with that stuff. He also does guitar lessons.”

“And you?”

He smiled and watched you sink further into the cushions, getting comfortable as you listened to him. “I mostly do customer service, but I also give guitar and piano lessons.”

“It’s nothing special… Sam, that’s such a cool job, you’re teaching people to play music, that’s so special.”

He seemed taken aback by what you said, and you watched him stare down at his hands as a light blush blossomed across his cheeks. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

There was a moment of quiet before Sam looked back up at you. “Do you play any instruments?”

“Not really, no. I wanted to learn how to play guitar in high school, but I never really got the hang of it so I just gave up.”

The smile on his face fell to a small frown, and you watched the cogs turn in his brain for a moment before his eyes locked on yours once again. “Would you let me try.”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as you looked back at him. “Let you try?”

“To teach you.”

“You’d really do that?”

Sam became somewhat sheepish at the question, but held eye contact with you. “Only if you want to. I’m not going to force you to learn.”

“No, I uh… I’d like that.” His smile returned, bright and warm at your words, and this time he got to watch as a blush rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that a lot actually. Maybe this time it’ll stick.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable quiet for a few minutes until Sam groaned and stretched before standing from the couch. You watched as he made his way to your side of the couch, and he made a show of offering a hand to you with a dramatic bow. “Shall we make our way downstairs to get the food plated?”

You giggled, nodding as you placed your hand in his and felt him pull you from the cushions. The two of you made your way downstairs, and Sam took the time to show you where all of the food was before he ran into the living room to turn on some music.

“We can’t be working in silence, that’s insane.”

Within an hour the two of you managed to put together a table full of various snacks. Bowls full of different flavors of chips, and platters covered in various meats and cheeses laid before you, organized to perfection along the length of his dining room table.

A low whistle passed through Sam’s lips as you made the final adjustments to the display, and you turned to see him staring at all of the food. “You think there’s enough?”

You shrugged and straightened up, turning properly toward him. “Good question, I don’t know how many people are going to be here, so you’d know better than me.”

His eyes flickered up from the table, meeting your eyes as the music kept the room from falling into silence. Sam pulled his hand from the pocket of his jeans and lifted it towards you. “Come here.”

You looked at his hand, then back up to his face, a curious look crossing your features as your hand slowly lifted away from the table you had been leaning against. He caught the look and chuckled. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“But—”

His hand breached the gap, wrapping around your own. “Nope. No excuses.”

“Seriously, Sam?” You relaxed into the gentle pull of his hand, making a show of dramatically rolling your eyes. “Don’t you remember the wedding?”

“Very well, yeah.” When your eyes landed back on Sam, you felt a flash of something you hadn’t felt in a while, bliss. Something in the way he smiled at you released the tension in your body, you felt relaxed with him.

You stepped forward, planting yourself in front of Sam, keeping your eyes “So you remember what I said?”

Your gaze fell to the hand enclosed within Sam’s, watching the way he readjusted his hold to be more comfortable for the both of you as he spoke. “I remember you enjoying yourself until what’s his name interrupted us.”

“Oh, I was enjoying myself was I?” Your words were accompanied by a small smirk and a quirk of your brow as your eyes once again found his.

“Sure seemed that way” Sam gently pulled you closer, and you could feel the tingle of his touch as his free hand ghosted over your waist, as if giving you an out of you genuinely didn’t want to dance. “Of course you’re free to tell me otherwise.”

You hummed as your free hand came to rest on his bicep. “As fun as it is to bicker with you, I agree. I did enjoy myself, quite a lot, actually.”

Sam’s smile widened, and his lips parted, but before he could speak the sound of the door opening and closing stole the attention of the both of you.

“Honey, I’m home.”

You and Sam separated when the sound of Danny’s voice echoed through the house, instead you watched as Sam popped his head into the living room. Sam was the first to speak as he took a large step out of the dining room. “You’re back early.”

“No… not really. It's actually later than I planned to get home.”

There was a beat of silence before Danny spoke up. “It’s quiet in here, where’s Rose?”

“Shit. I put her in her crate earlier and meant to let her outside before everyone showed up.”

“And have you?”

“Clearly not, I’ve been a bit distracted.”

“Distracted, what could have distracted you from your dog?”

Nadine popped out from around the corner, and as quickly as she found you, she was back out of the dining room with you in tow. “I think I know.”

Danny turned at the sound of her voice, and a smile quickly formed on his face when he caught sight of the two of you. “Well hello, stranger. Where were you hiding?”

“She wasn’t hiding, she’s been here for a while.”

Everyone turned to see Sam standing at the base of the staircase, and in his arms was the cutest puppy you had ever laid eyes on. “She was passed out when I walked into my room.”

Your gaze lifted and locked with Sam’s, earning a small smile and wave from him, beckoning you towards him. Rose was eagerly wiggling in Sam’s grasp when you walked over to them, her little tail thumping against his side. “Well hello, Rose. You are so cute.”

Rose gave your hand a brief sniff before lowering her head as if to ask for you to pet her, which you gladly did, running your fingers along the soft fur between her ears.

“I’m gonna take her out for a bit before everyone gets here. Might smoke a joint as well, care to join?” Sam’s voice pulled your attention from the puppy, though your hand remained scratching a spot beneath her chin as you looked up at him and nodded.

Sam’s head briefly lifted to look toward the others, but your attention remained on him and Rose as he spoke. “Danny, Nadine, you two coming along?”

You turned then to look at them, and found both shaking their heads. Nadine spoke up when her eyes locked with yours. “Gonna wait till later, don’t want to get tired super early.”

“Alright, well looks like it’s just gonna be you and me.” You turned back to Sam and found him already staring back at you with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Lead the way.”

The two of you got to the sliding glass door, and Sam opened it. He looked down, and your eyes followed, watching as he slipped on a pair of shoes and looked back up at you. “Hold on a second, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and sped off, leaving you watching and wondering what on earth he was doing, until he came back holding your shoes. “Figured you wouldn’t want to go outside in your socks.”

You looked back down at your feet, eyeing the mismatched socks you had pulled from your pile of clean laundry in a hurry before your gaze found him again. “Honestly, I hadn't even realized, thank you.”

He placed your shoes on the floor and straightened back up before sliding open the door and stepping outside with Rose in tow. You slid your shoes on as quickly as you could and stumbled behind him onto the patio as Rose barrelled ahead into the large backyard.

It took a few steps to catch up to Sam as he leaned against the railing. “This house is amazing, how did you two manage to find such a nice place?”

Sam turned to you, body still leaning against the wooden railing, with a joint between his lips and his hand lifting to light the end. He took a long drag, clearly enjoying the way you were simply watching him, before blowing the smoke from between his lips. “We got lucky.”

He took another drag before holding the joint out for you to take, and watched as you plucked it from between his fingers. “Elaborate.”

“The owners are friends of Danny’s grandparents. When they retired they bought an R.V. to travel, and offered to give us cheap rent if we helped fix the place up.” He watched you intently as you breathed in the wondrous substance within the perfectly rolled joint, and his attention only broke when Rose let out a hushed bark from across the yard.

Both of you turned, watching as she stared back at the two of you, lowering the front of her body onto the grass, but keeping her rear end, and wagging tail off of the ground.

“What is it Rose? Do you want to show Y/n the garden, is that it?”

She hopped from her spot, her small body swaying from the force of her tail wagging, and you turned to Sam. “You have a garden?”

He eagerly nodded, and accepted the joint as you offered it back to him. “I do.”

Sam passed the joint back to you on the walk over to the garden, and Rose happily trotted along behind the two of you. The two of you made your way over to an area off to the side of the patio and you were honestly a bit surprised at what you found. A long garden bed spanned the gap between fence posts, filled to the brim with flowers of every color, shape and size you could imagine. Across from it stood multiple raised garden beds, each with a different cluster of fruits and vegetables growing within them.

“So…” Sam turned to look at the sound of your voice, and watched as you took another drag of the joint before holding it out for him to take. “What do you have growing in this garden of yours?”

He plucked the joint from between your fingers and carefully tapped the side until the ash scattered to the ground. “You really want to know?”

His question was followed by a deep drag of the joint as he looked to you for an answer. What he found was a soft smile across your lips as you nodded encouragingly for him to tell you. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well, uh…” You watched Sam look between all of the planters, eventually stopping at the one at the end of the row. “This one has beets and carrots in it.”

“That one.” He pointed to the next box, and you followed his movement. “Has a few kinds of lettuce, and green beans growing up the lattice.”

A quiet bark sounded from between the two of you, and you looked down to see Rose sitting next to you, wagging her tail as she looked back up at you.

“I think she wants a green bean, she loves them.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and kneeled to pet Rose. “You like green beans, Rose?”

She yipped, and pressed her head into your hand.

“Here.” You looked up and found Sam holding out a green bean for you to take. “Give her one, she’ll love you forever.”

You took the small green vegetable from his hand and looked back at the small puppy that was damn near vibrating with excitement at your feet. “Does she know any tricks?”

“I’ve been teaching her how to shake, but she’s still learning.”

“Rose, would you like a green bean?” Her tail was whipping back and forth as she continued to stare at you. “Can you shake a paw for me?”

You offered your free hand to her, and watched as she stared blankly at you for a moment before she lifted a paw and placed it in your palm.

You lit up, and gently shook her paw before letting it slip from your grasp, instead you held the green bean out for her and watched as she gently took it between her teeth, bolted up onto the patio and jumped up onto one of the chairs to lay down as she ate her treat.

“That was impressive.” You straightened up and looked back at Sam, who was beaming as he continued to look at Rose. “She doesn’t usually listen that well to new people.”

“I guess she just really likes me.” It was a cheeky comment, paired with a goofy grin as you continued to look at him.

“She’s not the only one.”

He still wasn’t looking at you, and for a moment you wondered if you had misheard him, but before you could respond another voice echoed into the backyard. “Now what on earth is going on out here?”

You turned to follow the sound of the voice and found the twins leaning against the railing. Josh’s eyes found yours, and seeing his bright smile, you couldn’t help but smile yourself. “Sam was just showing me his garden.”

“You don’t say. You know, usually Sam waits until the third date to show a girl his cucumber.”

Jake’s comment was followed closely by a booming laugh from Josh, and a scoff from Sam. After a few seconds of tense silence, Rose broke through the quiet by barking and scratching at the sliding glass door.

“Well, didn’t mean to interrupt your tour, just wanted to let you two know that we had arrived.” Josh’s words were quickly followed by him dragging Jake back into the house, leaving you and Sam alone in the garden once again.

“We should probably head inside if people are starting to show up.”

“What, you’re not going to tell me about each and every one of the flowers you have in this garden bed?”

He chuckled, and shook his head and he began walking back towards the patio. “There’s too many to list, plus it’s not that interesting.”

“I beg to differ.” You followed closely behind him, falling into step as you made your way toward the door.

You were startled when he suddenly came to a stop, which caused you to bump into him as he turned to you. “Maybe next time.”

His gaze dropped to watch as you lifted your hand into the small gap between the two of you, with all of your fingers tucked away, except for your pinkie. “Promise?”

He chuckled and lifted his own hand, looking back into your eyes as he wrapped his pinky around your own. “Promise.”

You followed Sam into the house and quickly found both the twins settled into the living room with Danny and Nadine.

“So, has Sam told you that he makes pickles?”

You made your way over to one of the remaining empty spaces on the loveseat being occupied by Danny and Nadine. “He did not, but I am eager to hear about it whenever he chooses to share.”

The remaining guests slowly trickled into the house, and suddenly the space was filled with boisterous laughter and conversation. Everyone dug into the food as they talked, and you found yourself comfortably conversing with Sam’s friends, listening as he made jokes with them, and joining in as they asked questions to get to know you.

“Who’s up for some drunk uno?”

You leaned over to Sam, who had made himself comfortable leaning against the table next to you, close enough to warm his body with the heat radiating off of you. “What is drunk uno?”

Sam let out a quiet chuckle before turning to Jake, who had brought up the idea. “I’ll go grab the cards, you guys will have to explain the rules to Y/n and Nadine, I don’t know if they’ve ever played, and it never hurts to refresh everyone on how to play.”

Sam scurried off to find the game as the rest of you made you way into the living room and settled into spots around the coffee table as Jake explained the rules, they were as follows;

If you forget the rules, or you must ask a question, you take one drink.

If you lose a turn because of a skip card, or miss a turn, you take one drink.

+2 cards = two drinks

+4 cards = four drinks

If you don’t have a matching card and have to pick up from the deck, you take one drink.

If you forget to say Uno on your last card, take four drinks.

If you play an identical card (same color and action/number), everyone takes one drink.

The player with the most cards at the end of the game must finish their drink. In the event that their drink is less than half full, they must get a fresh drink to finish.

Sam returned with the game in his hand, and he quickly maneuvered his way around his seated friends to lower himself into the empty spot beside you.

You listened to the small conversations that had sparked up in the time since you all sat down, but your attention had been stolen by Sam the moment he sat beside you. You watched as he sat quietly, pulling the cards from their box and checking to make sure that they were all facing the same way before he began to shuffle them.

It wasn’t hard to become transfixed, watching the way his nimble fingers handled each card with such care, you had tuned out your surroundings, and figured that the weed was finally settling in your brain, bringing with it a serene sense of calm.

“So, did Jake confuse you enough with the rules?” Your eyes flickered up to see Sam still concentrated on the cards as he dealt the hands for each player.

“Might take me a round to get used to, but I’m a quick learner so I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out.”

His eyes left the cards, and he caught the way your gaze lingered on his lips as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. A smirk quickly formed as he leaned towards you to nudge his shoulder against your own. “Well if you have any questions, ask me, I won’t make you drink.”

—

“Dickhead!”

Sam’s boisterous laugh filled the room as he dramatically tossed his final card onto the pile. “Sorry baby, it was all I could play.”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words, and he watched you pick up four cards from the deck, and when you lifted your drink to your lips, he kept eye contact with your icy gaze, watching intently as you took four sips of your drink.

Thankfully, even with the addition of the cards at the last second, you still weren’t holding as many as Josh, who made a show of standing for everyone to watch as he downed his drink.

The group was in the fourth round… or was it the fifth? Of uno, and you were finally on your last card. At least you were until Sam played that damned plus four. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, as breaks had been taken between each round to eat, go pee, or smoke.

“Alright, someone has to open the store tomorrow, so I’m going to head out.”

Josh’s statement was followed by a chorus of boos from those still sitting on the floor, but once it had quieted down, Jake piped up with a loud groan as he stood and stretched. “Josh is right, gotta have a couple people capable of working tomorrow morning, so you two-” He turned to Danny and Sam, waggling his finger at them briefly “-are off the hook, but you’ll have to be in to close tomorrow.”

Slowly people began making their way around the house, cleaning up and collecting their belongings before bidding farewell and heading out. Danny and Nadine said goodnight as they made their way towards Danny’s room, and soon enough you were left in a quiet house with Sam.

One of his friends had passed out on the couch, so the two of you kept your voices low as you followed close behind him, helping to clean up what remained of the food.

You took the liberty of filling the sink with warm soapy water to do the dishes while Sam packed up whatever food had to be refrigerated, music playing quietly from his phone on the counter.

“You know.” The ghost of his touch on your waist jolted you from your own thoughts. “You don’t have to do the dishes, it was more than enough that you hung around to help me clean up the food.”

You reached for the drying towel beside the sink to wipe your hands as you slowly spun around to face him, and found yourself within inches of the man that had been invading your every sense since you came to realize the depth of your feelings for him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up into the warmth of his deep brown eyes. The majority of the lights in the house had either been dimmed, or turned off, so the two of you stood in the dim orange light of the kitchen, staring at one another and waiting to see who would break the silence.

“It’s the least I could do, really.”

He hummed, dropping one of his hands from your waist, but before you could mourn the loss of his touch, his fingers brushed your own. “Could I ask one more thing of you?”

You nodded, looking down to where the tips of his fingers danced with yours as you awaited his request.

“Dance with me?”

A smile graced your lips and you nodded once again, and you felt the pressure of his skin against yours as he took your hand in his own, and pulled you closer with the one that remained on your waist. The song changed, and the dulcet voice of Nat King Cole graced your ears as Sam began to sway with you.

You weren’t sure whether to credit the weed, alcohol, or Sam’s presence for the drowsiness that overcame you, though it was a safe bet that all of the above had a part to play in it.

You could feel the steady beating of his heart as your head rested against his chest. “Hey, Sam… can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” His voice is hushed, much like your own, as if despite everyone else either having left or gone to sleep, you were making an effort for only one another to hear what was being said.

There was a beat of silence as your brain tried to comprehend what you were going to say. Eventually a soft sigh escaped from your lips, and you finally said it. “I think I’ve fallen for you.”

You could have sworn you felt his heart skip, and though you couldn’t see it, Sam’s smile was as dopey as ever as he took in what you said. “Is that so?”

You nodded as best as you could with your head still against his chest, and it once again fell quiet as you relaxed further into his hold.

Your eyes had fallen closed not long after you began to sway with him, so the feeling of his breath suddenly tickling the shell of your ear sent a shiver running down your spine. “I think I’ve fallen for you too.”

He was still wearing the goofy grin when you leaned back, looking up at him with dreamy eyes. “Really?”

He simply nodded, lifting the hand from your waist to move a stray hair from your face. Your eyes were growing heavier with each passing moment, and Sam clued in before you could try to fight it. “You tired?”

You nodded, and Sam’s smile softened. “Alright, let’s get you to bed. We can talk more when we’re both sober, but for now you need to rest.”

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: In this chapter-slut shaming, objectifying women, use of alcohol. This series will include 18+ content. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This series is one of the first that I put out. It has been left incomplete for quite a while. I felt that it needed some updating and reworking, but it is one of my favorite plot archs...so get ready. There will be fluff, smut, and a WHOLE lot of angst, so pull up your panties and get ready.

Summary: Chasing after the boy who is easily known as one of the sexiest and cockiest on campus...what could go wrong?

You felt eyes on you as you walked across the quad between classes. For what reason, you couldn’t place, but you knew that you were being watched. Peering across the quad, eyes flitting in all directions, you attempted to find the source of your insecurity. Nothing. You bundled yourself tighter within the thickness of your peacoat, shielding yourself from the blustery December cold. Making your way under an awning, you smelled the familiar odor of cigarette smoke. It wafted in your direction, beckoning for you to turn your gaze upward. Ugh. Of-fucking-course. Sam douche-bag-extraordinaire Kiszka. “Cold as fuck out here,” he said, puffing out O-rings of smoke from the side of his mouth. 

“Mm, so you decide to step out in twenty-four degree weather to smoke a ciggy?” You spat sarcastically. 

 “Bad habit, sweetheart. You know what they say…they die hard.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kept walking away from him. “There’s a party on the row tonight–you coming?” your eyebrows furrow instantly, turning to meet his gaze. 

“I haven’t been to a frat party in over a year, Sam. Why would I?” He threw his hands in the air, shrugging. His cigarette remained burning between two fingers, dropping ashes every few seconds to the ground. “Just thought it might be nice to see a refreshing face for once.” 

What the fuck? Why was Sam taking sudden interest in me? “I gotta make it to class. See you around.” You waved him off and continued walking to class. 

“Hey, Y/N, for old-time’s-sake, it really would be nice to see you there.” His eyes were the color of chocolate, which was ironic. His beauty could melt any girl on campus just like the confection–except for you. You would always be the exception.

“Bye, Samuel.”

Samuel. He liked that. He bit at the corner of his lip, his eyes following you as you disappeared within the halls. Mm, I’ll save her for later. Blowing out the last puff of smoke, he stubbed out his cigarette against the brick wall, dropping it carelessly to the ground before strolling away to the next entertaining encounter. 

***

Philosophy class soon turned into Philo-so-fucking-boring class extremely fast. Your mind wandered from the lecture, unable to focus. Why the fuck was he watching me? The truth that you wouldn’t even admit to yourself was that you had feelings for Sam, and had since freshman year. They had remained in the recesses of your mind ever since. For one, he was an asshole. You and almost every girl on campus knew it; however, some part of you would always have a soft spot for him, no matter how cocky he was. He just didn’t know it, and you sure as hell wouldn’t show it either. Fuck that red turtleneck sweater. Why did he have to look so good in it? You caught yourself doodling random hearts and sparkles in the margins of your notes as you thought about him. 

“Pssst, hey.” Your best friend, Paige jabbed you from behind with the top of her pen. “Pay attention, there’s going to be an exam tomorrow.” Your hands flew to cover your notebook from her view. “What are you hiding?” She whispered, curious as to why you were being so secretive. 

“It’s nothing, just drawings.” You realized a little bit too late that mere drawings wouldn’t have elicited such a reaction.

 “Doesn’t seem like it’s just a few drawings.”

 “Ladies, would you like to share your conversation with the class? Is it more important than the material that will be on tomorrow’s exam? Would you like to take it today after class since you don’t seem invested in the review?” You fell silent and averted eye contact, heat creeping up your necks to your faces. The remainder of class passed excruciatingly slow. When three o’clock finally arrived, you filtered out of the classroom to meet up with Paige. 

“So I was thinking…how would you feel about going to the Row tonight.” Meeting your expectations, she recoiled instantly. 

“Uh, who are you and where is Y/N? You never go to parties.” You turn away from her and begin to walk down the hallway. 

“I just thought it might be nice to do something different for a change.” Your cheeks were flaming again. 

“You’re such a liar. Who is it?” You bit your lip. 

“What do you mean?” you stalled. Paige stopped you mid-gait, grabbing at your arm. 

“Who is it, Y/N?” You had no choice but to look at her. 

“Ryan McClean.” Another Lie. It was a good replacement though. He was sweet, good looking and respectful. At least as much as could be expected for a frat boy. Paige stepped back with a hand on her hip. 

“You’ve never mentioned him, let alone told me you have a crush on him.” You continued to walk, ushering her forward.

 “Well, it kinda happened fast. I don’t know–I was hoping to see him tonight. I wanted to look cute.” You saved face by putting on an extra air of confidence. 

“Okay, okay I see you!” Paige grinned, snapping her fingers left and right as she walked. 

“Unfortunately, I have a date with Mark tonight–so I won’t be able to go.” You nodded, secretly relieved that she wouldn’t have to see you lose what little humility you had left. 

“Stay connected to the phone, don’t drink too much, play safe, get home safe,” she counted off on her fingers. 

“Thank you, Mom. Would you like to dress me, too?” you asked, grinning. Paige rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Actually, now that you ask, let’s go pick out an outfit that doesn’t scream…pilgrim lost in the twenty-first century.” You eyed her for a silent moment, challenging each other not to laugh, but you were the first one to lose, throwing your head back and cackling at her. 

“You are such a bitch!” You said, elbowing her. “Let’s go." Paige wouldn’t let you go to that party without looking your best.

***

“Lacy Monroe.” “Total babe, 13/10. Would fuck her any day,” Wyatt Sellars interjected, a massive grin pasted on his face. 

“Okay, how about Holly?” Matthew asked the question from the ping-pong table, tapping balls back to Wyatt. Christian Hearst entered the room next, a towel wrapped around his waist, applying deodorant to his armpits. 

“Wilson? She’s a bit of a bitch, but I'd chase her for a little while until I got bored.” He chuckled, walking to the fridge for a beer.

“How about Y/N?” The room falls silent, save for the fast bounce of the forfeited ping pong ball that was previously in play. Samuel Francis Kiszka. He sits cross-legged on a lounge chair in the corner, knocking back the rest of his IPA.

“You mean the sexiest girl at school?” Wyatt offered. “Is she Mormon or something? She could have easily made her way through the entire football team by now.” 

“Jesus, you dumb fuck, she’s not Mormon.” Christian came behind Wyatt, thumping him on the back of his head. 

“Well-I didn’t know, I–” 

“I think she’s stunning,” Sam says, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. His grin was obvious. His cunning expression cut through the room.

“Okay, asshole. What’s with the look?” Christian moved to the couch, taking a seat across from sam. 

“I saw her today. Walking to class.” He licked his lips as he talked. Christian rubbed his hands together, prepared to hear about some salacious romp. 

“And?” 

Sam’s eyes grow wider. “Oh, n-nothing happened, I just saw her.” A chorus of disappointed scoffs filled the room.

 “You suck, man. You literally had us going, just for fucking nothing,” Wyatt whined. 

“It’s not like anything would happen– I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin anyway,” Sam continued. 

“Oh, so she’s the pick of the litter. Nice!” Matthew interjected. Sam looked at him with a minor look of disgust, shaking his head. 

“So why are you being a pussy, Sam? I Bet–” Christian pointed his finger at Sam in a telling gesture. “I bet you…I bet you that she won’t let you take her virginity before the month is over.” Rising from his seat, Sam padded to the kitchen tossing his beer bottle across the room, where it clattered into the trash can.

“I bet you I can make it happen. Six hundred dollars and open supply of weed for one month–split evenly.” His grin emanated throughout the room.

“Aha, bet!” Matthew said, coming around Sam to slap him on the back in approval. “Paying up like a man.” Sam took a long gulp of his beer before retreating to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. 

***

Just as you finished your makeup, your hand slipped and your eyeliner streaked messily through the eyeshadow that you had just applied so effortlessly. “Fuck!” An exasperated sigh escaped your parted lips as you wiped at your eyelid to salvage the look. After several minutes, you emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed except for your top–you didn’t want to ruin it with makeup stains. Just as you pulled your head through the sparkly black crop top, your phone chimes. Paige.

Show Ryan what he’s missing, bitch! Shake that ass in my absence, too. Stay safe, I love you. Call me if you need me.

Right. Ryan. My little secret. You sent her a quick text wishing her well on her date. Pulling a pair of gold hoops through your ears, you got a notification that Carlos, your Uber driver, was waiting outside of your apartment. Grabbing a few last minute items, you made your way downstairs. Pulling up to campus, you noticed one thing first. It was loud. So loud in fact, that your head  was pounding by the time you made it to the Row. The identical houses were arranged in a perfect square with a patch of green lawn in the middle. Adirondack chairs littered the grass, loosely thrown around a glowing brick fire-pit. Girls looped themselves around boys, chattering aimlessly with beverages that sloppily poured over the sides of their cups and onto their laps and into the grass. They giggled and slurred–their heels dug into the earth, causing several unfortunate partygoers to trip and lurch, earning themselves yet another spilled drink or bitchy laughs from gaggles of jealous and judgemental girls.  

You rolled your eyes, debating on going after all, but your feet were already moving underneath you, carrying you along the sidewalk that led to each house. Who were you to think that it was smart to come here alone, especially when it was the first party you had attended in God-knows-how long? 

“Y/N!” Your eyes darted upward, trying to place the voice that was calling your name. You found him. Your eyes met his and you instantly felt like you were drowning. A vignette seemed to filter out the unnecessary material around you; the blaring music muted, the giggles and shouts subsided into soft static. He was impeccably dressed in navy silk. A tailored blazer skimmed his bare chest, provided as a mere accessory rather than a true piece of clothing. His bottoms hugged at his frame, falling just above a perfectly shined pair of leather loafers. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets as he looked directly at you–with that fucking smile. 

He strode towards you, knocking you out of the trance. Your breath hitched, sending bolts of panic through your system as he approached. Oh shit, what do I do? You thought, averting eye contact as you made every attempt to not look as awkward and helpless as you really were. 

“You’re not a hologram, right? If I remember correctly, you acted like you would rather be caught dead than come to the Row.” His feet landed in front of you as he arrived. You met his eyes, crossing your arms defensively.

“Well, I wanted to see what I was missing–by the looks of it, it just looks like it’ll lead to meaningless sex and a bitch of a hangover.” He readjusted in his spot, cocking an eyebrow upward. He likes your sass. He likes it a lot. 

“Well, it is a party, Y/N, what better to do than get drunk and fuck, hmm?” You scoffed at him, stepping off to the side, making your way to the first house. You heard his shoes tapping the pavement as he walked. Good. You wanted him to follow you. 

“What is your drink of choice?” He asked, trying to change the subject to something more playful. “I usually stick with tequila–the citrus notes are just–” You heard him kiss the tips of his fingers in a “chef’s kiss” gesture from behind you. You couldn’t help but grin, careful to maintain your guarded disposition. 

“Got any Pappy?”  You asked, turning over your shoulder with a grin. “I’m an expensive lay.”

Sammy snorts. “Two thousand dollar bourbon? You know the fucking answer, sweetheart.” That earned him a smile. You turned to face him and were immediately tossed upside down at the sight of his dimples. 

“Well, we do have some lovely white claw reserve that was bought at this very upscale store. Maybe you know it–Target?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Shut up, Sam!” He smiled warmly, coming beside you, pulling an arm around your shoulder.

 “Let’s go find something worth drinking, hmm?” You hadn’t processed what was happening, but you didn’t want to, either. You let it happen, weighing risk versus reward.  You stepped forward into the party with him at your side, forgetting the lie you had told paige. So much for finding Ryan. Instead, you found Sam. 

End of Part.

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Stargazing with Sam ☾

“𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.“ - 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

Jake | Danny | Josh

Stargazing w/ Sam would consist of:

Quiet giggles that fill the night, the moon, fresh smell of pine trees and dirt, pinky promises, telescopes, picking out stars to give each others, blue hour, conspiracy theories, Sam stealing kisses from you, cool breezes, sweater sharing, knitted blankets, campfire, clinging to each other, crickets chirping, grassy lands, music from the car radio, pillow fort in the trunk, Rosie howling, Soft whispering of “I love you”, Neck kisses, Scary stories before sleeping (because you know Sam hates them).

[gretaswhore28]

Pre-show thoughts

contains: blowjobs, praise

Summary: Sammy gets lost in his thoughts before a show and needs help getting himself chilled out

Before a show, you’re hanging out in the green room with your boyfriend Sam. He has his arm around you as your both just scrolling on your phones waiting until it’s time for the show. He starts to drag his fingertips across your upper arm aimlessly. He does it anytime he’s thinking or just wants to touch you. It’s one of the small things you’ve always loved. “What’s on your mind love?” You ask with a softness in your voice.

Tilting your head up a bit to look at him. He hums then speaks “just have some things on my mind that should not be talked about within this close of other people” he smirks down at you. You take a deep breath in, catching the look in his eye. “Well, it’s just us in this room” you reply “then get your ass up and go lock that door.” You get up and walk over to the door, locking it since it was already closed. You walk back over to Sam. He’s sitting up on the couch now, his legs spread a bit and his hands draped over his thighs. He looked up at you and holds his hand out. “Come here love” he says with a deeper tone than usual. You take his hand and sit on his lap. His hands go to you hips, pulling you in closer to him. He shifts his hips up so you can feel him between your thighs. You groan a little at the feeling. He chuckles at your response. He pulls you into a kiss by you chin, tracing your lower lip with his tongue. You open your mouth, starting to make out with him. His hands are dragging against your sides and your lower back. His hips thrusting up for friction.

He breaks away from the kiss and whispers “god it’s 20 till the show, we don’t have time” “at least let me take care of you, you can’t go out there with a rock in your pants.” He laughs at your reply. You sink down onto your knees, rubbing your hands on his knees and thighs. “Is that okay baby?” You ask with a glint in your eye. “Yeah, more than okay” he replies. He shifts his hips up as he unbuttons his pants, pushing them down past his knees a bit so he doesn’t get anything on his show suit. You reach your hand up, running your thump over the tip. Testing the waters. He lets out a breathy moan. Careful to be quiet. You the. Trace your finger up the underside his cock, then swiping your thumb over the tip and starting to pump him. His breathing is shaking. You put your mouth on him and suck a little bit. He chokes back a moan. His stomach tensing.

You start to bob your head, using your tongue to try and help get him off quicker. His hand goes to the back of your head. Pushing your head down a bit further. “God you’re so good to me baby, so good to me.” He grips your hair in his hand. “Suck a bit harder, please baby” you do as he instructs and he’s choking back yet another moan. You reach one of your hands up to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. You hum around him which causes him to let out a short moan, catching himself. “Baby I’m not gonna last much longer” after hearing that, you hollow your cheeks and moan. Trying to finish him off. His hips start to buck into your mouth, his breathing quickening. “I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna-“ he gets cut off by his orgasm. You feel it shooting into the back of your throat. You stay there for a bit before pulling off. Your lips swollen and your cheeks red. A but of spit going down your chin, your eyes are glossy as well. “God you’re so beautiful, so good to me” he speaks before kissing you.

He helps you up off the floor and then fixes his pants. He has you in his arms. Holding you to him, kissing you gently multiple times. You hear a knock at the door. “Aye Sammy, we’re on in five get your ass out here” the voice belonging to Danny. “Okay, I’ll be out in a second” he yells back. He looks back at you, pushing your hair out of your face before kissing you one more time. “I’ll pay you back later love, thank you” he whispers in your ear before heading out the door. “You suck at being quiet dude” “Danny shut the hell up”

[allthingsfook]

If the boys had Tinder Pt. 3

Sam ⭐️🐝🍌

[blacksmokebarbarians]

Sunshine and Cereal

a/n: alright guys.. it's time.. father!sam blurb. i had to do it, @anthemofgvf convinced me to.

warnings: none! all fluff <3

word count: 1k

synopsis: A sweet morning between Sammy and his beloved daughter.

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The creak of the door was enough to wake you, let alone the tapping of little toes pattering across the floor. The sun had barely begun to beam through the curtain when your little one crawled up into bed with the two of you. "Mommy.. morning.." The little voice croaked as she curled up to you. With a deep exhale, Sam turned over, grabbing the girl, pulling her towards his chest. She squealed excitedly before turning over, grabbing his face, her hands pulling at his beard playfully.

"Good morning, sunshine.." He husked, his voice gravelly. "Dada.." Her tuneful voiced hummed. She rested on his chest as he kept his eyes closed, not quite ready to approach the adventures of the morning. There was never a dull moment with your kin-- she was quite the character. "Dada! Up!" She uttered, tapping his cheeks gently with her tiny hands. Sam groaned gently, looking up at her with drowsy eyes. "Up! Up!" She called, bouncing on his abdomen. Finally with a deep sigh, he sat up, placing her down on the bed. "You're a stubborn one, Gracie.." He remarked, pushing his messy morning hair out of his face.

Attempting to get up, Sam shook his head, guiding you to lay back down gently. In the gentlest voice, "I've got her, doll.. Just get some rest." he assured, planting a sweet kiss atop your forehead. Knowing how often you got up with her during the night, he was always kind enough to let you get some extra rest before your day had to start.

The two got out of bed, shutting the door quietly behind them. Sammy carried the precious girl out to the kitchen, sitting her on the counter top before he grabbed a box of cereal from a nearby cupboard. Pulling two bowls from the drying rack-- one small and one large-- he began to pour their breakfasts. "Daddy!" Gracie announced as Sam reached in the fridge. "Yes, love?" He asked, pouring the almond milk into their cereal. "Rosie!" The baby pointed, the pup excitedly making her way to Sam's feet. "Do you want your breakfast, too?" A soft laugh escaped from his breath. He sat the two bowls on the kitchen island, grabbing Rosie's bowl, pouring her some kibble. Next, he cracked an egg over the little brown bits. Though the family was vegan, Sam always ensured that Rosie got the proper amount of protein. He placed the bowl down, allowing the dog to enjoy her meal.

He grabbed the other two bowls from the counter, bringing Gracie hers. "Eat up, buttercup." He teased, beginning to eat his own cheerios. Gracie fumbled with the spoon slightly before starting to eat, giving Sam a big, cheesy smile. He couldn't help but laugh, kissing her cheek gently. "Once we get you cleaned up, we can go outside. It's a nice day out." He explained as she ate her cereal.

Once the two finished up their breakfast, Sammy gathered the baby in his arms, taking them to her bedroom. He rummaged through her dresser, finding a nice outfit for her to wear for the day. "Hmm.. How's this?" He asked, tilting his head as he showed her the outfit he had laid out. "Yeah!" She nodded eagerly, waiting to be dressed. Following this, he took her to the bathroom to brush her hair. Gracie was practically a spinning image of her father; big brown eyes, gorgeous brown hair, and the most adorable smile you had ever seen. Sam helped the little one brush her teeth before finally leading her outside. The warm sun shined down on them both as he sat her down, letting her run around in the grass. Rosie chased after the little one, soft giggles erupting from her as she ran about.

Sam couldn't help but smile as he watched his little girl dance around. He laid back in the grass, feeling the heat from the sun warm his skin. He had been so relaxed that he barely realized the faint giggles had come to a stop. It was too late for him to check when he felt Gracie jump onto him, loud snickers coming from her as she tried to tickle him. The sliding glass door slid open as you peaked outside, seeing the two roll around together in the grass. Sam's white button-down became stained with green, but it was worth watching your two loves laugh together.

"Mommy!" Gracie squealed once she caught a glimpse of you. Sam stretched out on the grass for a moment before hopping to his feet, making his way towards the two of you. Gracie's arms wrapped around the base of your legs, squeezing tightly with a grin. "Good Morning, baby.." You giggled, brushing her hair out of her face.

"She's been all kinds of silly this morning.." Sam surmised, leaning against the porch railing. As you picked the frail child up, she nuzzled into you happily.

Aromas of grass and dirt filled your scent, but it was the happiest smell knowing that she had been having fun. It reminded you of Sam and his exuberant essence of nature. He admired the two of you, Rosie approaching his side.

"She loves her daddy." You smiled, rubbing her back gently as she relaxed against you. "Lets get you two inside and clean you both up.."

[anthemofgvf]

i don't think we talk enough about how sam is such a lover boy. he loves catering to your needs, loves doing everything and anything for you, and just wants to be in your presence 24/7. :(

[samkiszkasfacialhair]

Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 4

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 4

Masterpost

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: You’ve lived a sheltered and privileged life, only learning what it truly means to live and love after meeting Jake, a young man of unusual western sorts who was hired to work on your father’s farm.

Warnings: Injury (deep ax cut with blood), house fire, death of parents, death of siblings.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 4

As the summer rolled on, your time with Jake did as well. Sundays became your sneak away days. There was no work to be done on Sundays but Jake still came to the farm. Every Sunday at noon, right after lunch, you’d meet him behind the barn and as long as you were back before dinner and relatively clean, no one would suspect a thing. 

The only person who knew was Katherine, your lady’s maid.  She had known about Jake since the very beginning and she was trustworthy. Through the years, she had kept all your secrets. After all, you’d known her since you were an infant. She was more of a friend rather than a lady’s maid. She was always prepared with a lie to be told if anyone asked for your whereabouts.

In just a few short weeks of spending time with Jake, you’d grown to truly care for him in ways you didn’t even know were possible. You did a lot of things together. He taught you how to fish, how to throw a baseball, and not to mention, he taught you how to make him feel good in certain ways, to say the least.

But despite all that, your favorite thing was reading to him. You would sit down at the base of the hillside and he would lay his head on your lap and close his eyes while you read him books and combed your fingers through his hair. He loved to be read stories. He said it reminded him of his mother who he missed a lot. 

After bidding Jake goodbye on Sunday afternoons, you’d watch him work each weekday and count down the days until you could see him again. 

This week, the day came sooner than expected.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in late August. The weather was just starting to cool down and it was the perfect day for an outdoor lunch. Your mother’s friends and their daughters all came to your home for sandwiches and lemonade in the backyard. 

The daughters were all girls you grew up with, some a bit younger than you and some of them your age and married with children who stayed home with nannies.

The group of you talked and sipped lemonade on the porch while everyone around you was working. 

Housemaids served food to the tables of women in the shade while farm hands, Jake included, hauled and cut wood to build a fence over by the barn in the sun.

“What are you looking at, Claire?” you asked one of the girls at the table, as she peeked over the rim of her glass in the direction of the men.

Claire was younger, eighteen years old, and set to be married to the heir of a successful steel milling company in just a few months. She was silly and outgoing. She waved to the men and giggled, causing every girl at the table to turn their heads towards the barn to see who she was waving at.

Standing next to Jake was a man you'd never seen before. He was a taller, skinnier man, with brown hair falling down past his shoulders just like Jake’s except slightly darker and his was tied up into two messy braids. He was wearing denim head to toe and had on a dirty brown hat which he tipped at Claire in response to her wave.

“The tall one is rather cute,” Claire said dreamily.

The girls at the table giggled quietly as they continued staring at them while they worked.

“Yes, but the shorter one is handsome,” another one of your friends, Margaret, chimed in with her eyes set on Jake.

“Look at his legs in those pants,” she said as she stared at him, “I wonder what he looks like wi-”

“Margaret, be a lady! We’re having lunch!” Claire interrupted with a slight laugh in her voice. 

The girls at the table giggled and whispered at Margaret’s unfinished comment and Claire’s sudden stop of it.

You let out a few fake laughs to join in with the group. Though Margaret didn’t get to finish her sentence, you knew what the rest of it was going to be and you knew the answer to it. You knew what Jake looked like without pants on. He looked good. Better than any of them could imagine.

But you sat in silence, holding your tongue and pretending not to be interested in any of the men back there, but especially Jake.

It took all you had not to gush over them and spill your secrets to the rest of the girls at the table. Part of you wished you could but the other part of you felt satisfied knowing you had what they wanted, regardless if anyone knew about it or not. 

Eventually, the conversation transitioned onto something other than the men, which you were thankful for, and the afternoon carried on.

However it wasn’t long until the sound of Jake’s voice along with a thud of an ax hitting the ground broke through the air, causing your head to whip back around.

“Jesus! Fuck!” he called out as a pool of blood gushed out of his left hand, covered his palm, and dripped along his fingers.

The older women at the table gave him looks of disgust because of his language and continued on with their lunch, not paying him an ounce of attention- not even caring that he’d been hurt.

At the sight of him in pain, you felt your heart drop. You sat up in your chair for a better look. It took everything in you not to get up and run over to him to see if he was alright. You had to remind yourself to stay where you were and keep your thoughts in your head so as to not give yourself away.

Splatters of burgundy littered Jake’s shirt and he pressed a piece of blood soaked fabric tight over his palm.

As your father and Jake approached the back porch, you redirected your attention to your meal and tried your best not to look at Jake.

Your father snapped his fingers at Katherine and she stood up to speak to him. Katherine was a war nurse before becoming your lady’s maid. She knew everything from cleaning and healing wounds to getting blood out of clothing. If anyone could help in this situation, it was her.

He spoke quietly to her and before you knew it, she had gone into your house with Jake following behind her.

After excusing yourself from lunch, you entered your house to find Katherine in the first floor bathroom pulling a small first aid tin out of a vanity cabinet while Jake sat on the edge of the tub with his eyes on his hand.

You cleared your throat and Jake looked up at you and smiled.

“I’ll be done in just a moment, He needs-” Katherine began, not bothering to look up at you in the doorway.

“I can help him,” you said quietly, interrupting her.

At the familiar sound of your voice, she turned around from what she was doing to meet your eyes and smiled.

Quickly, she ran over to you and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Oh Miss, the sight of blood made you a bit nauseous, didn’t it?” she spoke loudly out the bathroom door, letting her voice carry down the hallway and towards the kitchen, “Please, head upstairs to get some rest,” she said, peering out into the hall to check for anyone listening or watching.

She flashed you both a smile of satisfaction before closing the bathroom door and leaving the two of you alone in your house for the first time ever.

Jake shook his head and let out a laugh through his nose, ‘That’s Katherine, isn’t it?” he asked.

Nodding wordlessly at him, you approached the spot Katherine was once standing in and opened the first aid kit. 

“You know what you’re doin’, Darlin’?” he asked cautiously.

“Mhm,” you said as you placed the kit down on the edge of the sink and grabbed it as it began teetering off the edge. 

Jake placed his right hand on top of yours. There was dried blood from his other hand on the top of it as well as in the beds of fingernails.

“My house ain’t more than a mile away. If you want to head there with me to do this properly,” he suggested.

His idea was probably best. You didn’t have any chairs to sit at or a table to work on in the bathroom and you couldn’t go to any other part of your house to do this without getting caught. Besides, extra alone time with Jake away from your house didn’t sound too bad either.

You made sure his hand was wrapped up to slow the bleeding and snuck him out the front door with ease.

He led you through a wooded area towards his home and within minutes, you approached a clearing in the woods with a small log cabin in the middle of it. It couldn’t have been more than two rooms wide. It had a brick chimney and a few steps which lead to a covered porch where you spotted a dark brown dog laying down by the door. 

“It’s not much, but it's home,” he said smiling as you stood in front of the steps. 

The dog sat up and barked at the sight of Jake. 

You stayed put in fear as Jake knelt down on his knees to pet it. 

“Hey girl,” he said softly to her as he rubbed her head with his good hand.

“This is Rose,” he explained, “She’s my brother Sammy’s. She’s sweet, she ain’t gonna hurtcha,’” he assured you.

You walked up the steps hesitantly and extended a hand to her as you stood behind Jake. She sniffed it a bit before licking it gently. You laughed as her tongue tickled your skin. 

“You like my lady, Rose?” he said softly to her as if she would answer back.

He smiled at you, “I think she likes you,” he said before looking back down at her, “Well Rose, you’re a good judge of character,” he said as he gave her a final pat and stood up again.

He opened the front door and led the way inside to the tiny cabin.

Inside there was a wooden dining table with two chairs, two beds covered with quilted blankets, and fireplace with logs set next to it.

Jake was right. It wasn’t much. But despite it not being much, it was everything at the same time. It was warm and inviting unlike your house which was stiff, cold, and uncomfortable.

You sat down at a wooden table across from him and placed the kit down as he held out his wounded hand to you. 

Slowly, you unwrapped the blood soaked fabric and he winced as you peeled it off his hand to reveal a deep slice in his palm that went from the bottom of his thumb up to his pinky finger. The bleeding had stopped for the most part but you could still see fresh blood as well as dirt and clumps of dried blood in and around the wound.

After getting a good look at it, you dug into the kit, pulling out a few bottles of solutions, scissors, and bandages.

Jake watched you as you read the labels on each bottle and set the correct ones aside.

You picked up a bottle of antiseptic and poured some out onto a clean cloth.

“It’s going to sting, okay?” you warned him as you brought the damp cloth closer to his hand.

He closed his eyes tight and nodded in anticipation.

With your free hand, you gently ran your fingertips up and down his forearm to calm him before pressing down on his wound with the wet cloth.

He hissed as the solution soaked deep into his raw, broken skin.

“Sorry,” you whispered as he breathed hard and bit down on his bottom lip.

You released the cloth from his wound and blew cool air onto it, watching his face relax and his eyes open once more as the pain faded.

After gently but thoroughly cleaning his cut, you cleaned the excess blood off his hands, applied a healing ointment and bandaged him up properly. 

“How’d you learn how to do all that?” he asked as you carefully secured the bandage.

“Katherine was a war nurse. She used to tell stories of how she helped wounded soldiers. And anytime I’d gotten hurt as a child, she helped me. So I suppose I learned from her,” you explained.

And for the first time ever, you felt accomplished. You felt like you were worth something- like you could do things that mattered. You weren’t just a trophy for a man to have on his arm at parties. In that moment, you realized there was a lot that you knew how to do and it was because of Jake that you were able to do all these things. Because of him you could ride a horse, swim, throw a baseball, fish, and play card games. All things you’d never been able to do before. You felt good about yourself for the first time in a long time.

You replayed the times you spent together in your head before asking him the question you’ve always wanted to ask. 

“Now,” you began, running your hands over the bandage on his hand gently, “I’ve told you all about me and my life. I want to hear about yours.”

Jake sighed. He had avoided talking about himself for as long as you’ve known him, only sharing a few tidbits here and there.

“Tell me,” you began, looking around the house and spotting two of everything, "It’s just you and Sammy?”

“Mhm, just me and Sammy,”

“And your parents? Certainly you have parents. You’ve told me about your mother a bit,” you said, prompting him to add to the conversation. After all, you’d only heard about his mother briefly.

He nodded, “I had a momma and a daddy. When I was little we had this house on a big plain in Texas,” he smiled to himself before his expression faded and he paused. 

He looked down for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and continued, “But, when I was ten, there, uh, there was a fire. The whole house- up in flames. We got out of it, me and Sammy. We were the only ones. Lost my brother Joshua and my sister Veronica too,” he shook his head, “Last thing I heard was my momma callin’ out for ‘em. And, then the roof fell. I remember standin’ there with Sammy, watchin’ it burn,” he spoke softly with his eyes fixated on the fire burning in the fireplace just a few feet from him. 

He closed his eyes and blinked a few times, moving his gaze back down to the table in front of him.

“Sammy cried. But I didn’t. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to be strong for him. Sammy hardly remembers ‘em now he says. I guess he’s lucky in that way. I remember it all like it was yesterday.”

His voice cracked just a little as he spoke and he fought back tears before regaining his composure and continuing.

“But when it was over, and there was nothin’ left, we walked. I walked with Sam all the way from Texas to Tennessee, beggin’ for money and food along the way, hearin’ people talk about a city called Nashville. So we headed for it. Took a while. The winters were brutal and the summers were like a kiss from the Devil himself. But eventually, I got a little older, stopped begging and started picking up jobs, workin’ here and there to get a little money. Lived in Louisiana for a little, then eventually moved up to Mississippi, and then we ended up here. Learned how to tend land, take care of cattle, ya know- farm stuff. Sam would play with the rich school kids while I was workin’. They taught him how to read and write- Sammy’s smart. He’s good at buildin’ too- helped me build this here house we’re sittin’ in right now and he's helping me build that fence on your daddy's farm. Don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have him. He’s the only family I got. Ya know, you say you hate your family, but, you don’t know just how good you have it.”

It was silent for a minute. Jake kept his head down. You could tell he was thinking deeply. 

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to cup his face. You didn’t know what else to say. There really was nothing you could say. You felt guilty. He had lived a hard life while you were given everything and still you were unappreciative. And even though there was pain deep in his heart, he was still the kindest, most loving person you’d ever met. 

“S’alright,” he whispered, “Got ‘em in here,” he said as he placed his good hand on top of his chest, where his heart was.

He stood up, leaving you at the table as he walked over to his bed. 

He pulled off his blood stained shirt and put on a clean one. 

“But your parents,” he began as he threw his dirty shirt in a tin bucket, “They set you up to marry somebody and you don’t even like ‘em? Is that how they met too?”

“Unfortunately, yes. That’s how the world works, Jake,” you said as you began cleaning up the first aid kit and bloody fabric. 

Now in a fresh shirt, he walked over to you and placed the bucket on the table and his good hand on the arm of the chair you were in, leaning forward and closing you in between him and the table.

“That’s not how the world works,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Alright then, how does the world work?” you asked, looking up at him like you were presenting him with a challenge. 

“Well,” he began, “I don't know much about the whole world, but in my world, you meet somebody on your own, get to know ‘em a little, and then without realizing it, you come to find yourself…” his voice trailed off and picked up in a whisper, “falling in love with ‘em.”

He swallowed hard and you did the same. His eyes darted all over your face as he breathed softly through parted lips. 

You both knew how you felt. It was just as Jake said. You were falling in love with one another. Better yet, already had fallen in love with each other.

“You ever been in love before, Jacob?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Jake opened his mouth to speak but the sudden sounds of Rosie barking outside and the opening of the front door made both your heads turn quickly to see the tall, skinny man with the braids standing in the doorway, looking surprised. 

Sammy.

Quickly, you both stood up and you picked up the tin bucket to hand it to Jake.

“Just, um, let it soak in cold water for a day or two and then wash it well with soap,” you instructed him, trying to cover up how flustered you were feeling.

“I will,” Jake replied shyly before introducing you to Sammy who seemed to know exactly who you were.

Sammy was sweet as could be and a lot less serious than Jake. He had the same subtle twang in his voice as Jake but his voice was a little louder, and sounded just a bit more youthful too, playful even. But just like Jake, he was a gentleman. 

They exchanged looks and Sammy quickly saw himself out the front door to give the two of you privacy. 

“I suppose I better head home,” you said quietly once Sammy closed the door behind him.

“You know your way back? I would take you but I don’t want to cause you any trouble,” Jake replied, remembering what happened the last time he took you home.

Replying with a smile and a nod, you lifted your chin to kiss him.

He placed his lips on yours and gave you a gentle kiss. There was something about this kiss that was different from all the others. It was softer and sweeter than ever. It was almost as if it had love laced in it.

“Goodnight, Darlin.’ I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Jake whispered as he kissed the top of your head and opened the front door for you.

As you walked down the steps of the front porch, the sound of Sam’s sweet voice caught your attention.

You turned to see him sitting in a wooden rocking chair with Rosie at his feet.

“Take Rose with ya. She’ll keep you safe and she knows her way back,” he said as he lit up a pipe with a match.

You looked back at Jake who was leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly and nodding approvingly.

Sam lifted his chin to Rose and said “Get!” 

Instantly, she got up and trotted down the stairs before you.

As the sun set, you walked home with Rose by your side. When you arrived back at your house, you gave her a kiss on the top of her head and sent her away and back home to Jake.

Author's Note: Again, sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoyed it and that little taste of cowboy Sammy! The next (and last) chapter will come sooner rather than later!

Taglist: @peepeepoopoopantz @sacredjake @writingcold @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @radmads-gvf @iheartjakekiszka @sadandgeek @vanfleeter @cassy-face (Cassy-face it wont let me tag you properly bff idk why) @myownparadise96

[sunshinevanfleet]

daisy - s. kiszka

pairing: sam x reader

a/n: hi!!! i'm back again with another sammy fic. i know i just posted one, but he's my baby so i'm going to post for him whenever i want. this one is dad!sam and i am so emotional about it. it's short and sweet i hope u all like it. ok byeee<3

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: the reader and sam share a moment together before their toddler wakes up.

warnings: none (unless you count children lol)

It was an unusually quiet morning in the Kiszka household. Peace blanketed the space of your bedroom, a sparrow’s sweet song muffled by the shut window over your bed. Blinking, you rolled over in bed, propping your head up on your hands to find you were alone in bed. Another peculiar occurrence. Your yawn broke the silence, for half a second, then you sat up in bed. The blankets tangled between your legs, still warm from your deep sleep. 

Your ears perked at the sound of the birdsong, expecting to hear someone stirring down the hall, but there was nothing. Faintly, you wondered where Sam disappeared off to. He was rarely out of bed before you were, preferring to curl up next to you, where he slept like the dead. You couldn’t blame him; these last few months were nothing short of exhausting. Something about raising a toddler was extremely draining. Your daughter seemed to be more of a handful now than she ever was as a newborn. 

Forcing yourself out of your little cocoon, you padded to the doorway of your bedroom and pressed your ear to the door. There was a sound– ever so quiet– down the hall in the living room. You opened the door with care, wincing at the squeak that sounded from the hinges. Your eyes immediately landed on the door to your daughter’s room, luckily finding it still closed. A pleased smile found your lips. It was about time you got some time alone with your dear husband.

Tip-toeing, you slinked down the hallway and peered into the living room. There was Sammy, slouched over his guitar as he sat on the couch. He strummed gently, a few chords floating through the air between you. Perched against the doorway, you took a moment to admire him. It was rare that you had a still moment like this. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, his bare back and shoulders facing you as he played. You watched the muscles stretch beneath his skin, the veins protruding on his hands and forearms. His brows pulled together in concentration as he played a couple different chords, scribbling in his notebook as he worked. 

Still silent, you ambled over to the couch, settling into the space behind him.

“Good morning, pretty,” he smiled. You draped your legs on either side of his body, pressing your cheek against the warmth of his back and wrapping your arms around his middle.

“‘Morning,” you mumbled. “Is the baby still asleep?”

“The baby is fast asleep,” he said, proudly. You grinned; it pleased you that the two of you still referred to her as ‘the baby,’ despite her now being almost three years old. She would always be your perfect little baby, curled up in your embrace no matter how old she got. 

“Maybe I should go check on her,” you suggested. Absentmindedly, your fingers traced little circles onto the soft skin of his abdomen. He relaxed into your touch, though he was still scribbling away on the paper in front of you.

“She’s all right, Y/N,” Sam said, voice soft. You could hear the amusement in his voice. He thought you were a complete worry wart, troubling yourself for no reason. It was part of the reason that you lost so much sleep; how could you not worry, with your entire world all by herself down the hall? 

“She never sleeps this late,” you continued.

“She knows her mommy needs a break,” he replied.

You sighed, nodding your head. “I guess you’re right…”

“As usual.”

“Oh, hush.” 

Your quiet laughter chorused through the living room, and Sam turned his head towards you, looking expectant.

“What?” You wrinkled your nose, peering up at him from your comfortable place pressed against his back.

“Can’t a man get a kiss from his wife?” he asked, incredulous.

“If only a man asks nicely,” you muttered, craning your neck to plant a brief kiss on his lips.

He smiled, looking satisfied. “Thank you very much.”

“Anything for my dear husband.”

The two of you returned to the quiet of the morning. His focus returned to his song, higher in pitch and melodic, ringing through the air like the voice of the bird outside your window this morning. You closed your eyes and listened. The notes filled the air around you, something like a lullaby as he played, changing and correcting himself every now and then. The tune was sweet, slow, and lovely. This was the type of song that would be played at weddings, a song for slow-dancing, tender moments. 

“Everything that comes from your mind is so incredible,” you mumbled quietly, not wanting to interrupt the enchanting song. One of his hands dropped from the guitar, finding yours. He squeezed it before bringing it to his lips. They brushed over the skin, soft as clouds as he kissed your knuckles. He intertwined your fingers as he brought them back down to his lap.

“It’s your song,” he said, quiet. This tone of voice was unusual for him; he sounded almost bashful.

“My song?” You couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto your face, almost painful. A flush spread across your cheeks, your face burning. You peppered kisses over his back, unable to help the giddy feeling that spread through your chest and stomach.

He nodded. “Your song. I’ve been working on it for a while now. I wanted to wait until it was finished to show you…”

“Oh, and I just waltzed in here all careless,” you laughed.

“I don’t mind,” he said, “I missed having time alone with you. Just the two of us.”

“Me too.”

“Is that bad?” he asked, laughing softly. You did the same.

“I don’t think so… We’re still people, you know.”

“Parents before people.”

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you said truthfully.

“No,” he agreed. “Where would we be without our baby?”

You shrugged. “Lost, probably. A little bit of peace and quiet isn’t so bad though. How much longer do you think we have?”

“Long enough for a little adult time?” He asked, turning to face you. He wiggled his eyebrows, eliciting a giggle from you. 

“Maybe.”

He placed the guitar in its case at his feet, and turned back to you. You sprawled on the couch, hands curling up over his shoulders as he crawled over you. His breath tickled your neck as he traced his lips up your neck, kissing gently. You sighed contentedly, settling into the cushions beneath you. One of his hands slid up under the hem of your t-shirt, and–

His head snapped up as a small thump sounded from down the hall, then you heard the bedroom door opening. A defeated smile found your lips and you sat up, head turning towards the sound. There was your little girl, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she wandered into the living room. She was the spitting image of Sam, her brunette hair tangled in a sweet halo around her head. Her little rosebud lips parted in a tiny yawn, and your heart melted.

“There’s our Daisy Lou,” said Sam in his sweetest voice. He held his arms open for her, and she hurried towards you. He scooped her little body up with ease, setting her on his lap. You sat up on your knees, brushing her little waves off of her forehead.

“Sleep well, honeybee?” you asked.

She smiled at you, nodding enthusiastically. Sam looked between the two of you, eyeing your matching smiles and wild morning hair, and his features broke out into a wide smile.

“Gosh, you two are like twins,” he laughed, nudging Daisy’s cheek with his nose.

“I’m Mommy’s twin?!” Daisy said incredulously, soft giggles spilling from her lips. 

“Oh, you are so Dada’s twin, miss Daisy Louise…” You made a face, leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss on her cheek. 

“No way,” Sam argued, but Daisy leaned between the two of you, a finger pressed to her lips. She shushed the both of you.

You blinked at each other, wide-eyed as she glanced back and forth at the both of you. “What is twins?” She looked very seriously between you, and you met Sam’s gaze. His lip quivered for a second, and then the two of you burst into laughter. What were you going to do with her?

“Twins are…” Sam began, then looked at you for help.

“You know how Uncle Jake and Uncle Josh look alike?”

Daisy frowned. “No. Uncle Jake’s hair goes like this,” she gestured to her hair, smoothing it down. “And Uncle Josh’s hair goes like this–” She spread her hands around the top of her head, miming Josh’s wild curls. You started laughing again.

“Okay, bad example,” you said.

“Well, while Mommy tries to figure out how to explain twins,” Sam said, standing up with Daisy wrapped in his arms. “How about we make some breakfast?”

“Breakfast!” she shouted excitedly.

“Sounds like a dream,” you agreed, following your husband into the kitchen. You were quickly surrounded by the noise of bowls and pans being removed from the cupboard, the relentless chatter of your toddler, and a slow song playing from the radio. Things were back to normal in the Kiszka household.

[safety-sammy]

safety-sammy’s fic recs

hey gresties! i spend an ungodly amount of time reading gvf fics on here and started compiling my favs into a google doc, so i wanted to share with y’all in case you’re looking for some good fic recommendations!!

i’ve separated it by group fics and each individual boy, and then sorted under series, fluff, m!dom smut, and m!sub smut. happy reading <3

last updated 12/20/22