#sam moroe drabble

[hopesworlld]

wearing an ‘i love emo boys’ top in front of sam monroe !

( swearing, kissing, mentions of cum )

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin.

“my new t-shirt,” you giggled, sliding your jumper off of your shoulders and putting your hands on your hips, modeling the top for him. it was a plain black y-shirt with ‘i love emo boys’ written on it in white text, the love replaced with a red heart.

“where did you find that?” sam asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your hands came up around his neck, clinging to his as he lifted you up, swinging you off the floor and spinning you around.

“sam!” you screeched, laughing as he tossed you onto the bed. “i found it on etsy and i thought it was perfect,” you said as sam climbed onto the bed after you, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and tugging it down so that he could look at it better.

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“sammy, c’mon!” you groaned, “you know that you are the only emo boy i want,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and tugging him down so that he is laying on top of you, his face pressed against your chest.

“well then your top should say that,” he murmured, nipping at your chest lightly. you rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath.

“yes, sammy, please,” you begged, hands clutching at his t-shirt tightly and he grinned.

“i fucking love this top” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

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i ❤️ emo boys !

[hopesworlld]

sam monroe catches you masterbating !

( mean!sam, use of vibrator, fingering, degradation, spanking, mentioned sex )

a small whine fell from your lips as you buried your fingers deeper into your sopping hole, gasping as you curled your fingers, prodding at that spongey spot inside of you that made your toes curl. you twisted slightly, spreading your legs wider as you forced your fingers down to the hilt, chasing that phantom release that curled at your spine.

“fuck,” you hissed, head falling back against your pillow, grinding your hips against your fingers, trying to replicate the feeling of someone else buried there, fingers or cock you didn’t care. you missed feeling full, achingly so as they drove deep inside of you and left you a babbling mess. you rolled on your side, throwing open your bedside drawer and pulling out your little bullet vibrator. you turned it on, speeding it up and pressing it against your clit. a screech falling from your lips as you jerked helplessly, body sent into overdrive by the vibrations and you came quickly, cum coating your fingers and squelching sickly.

you rolled over, heavy breaths falling from your lips as you switched the toy off and dropping it down when you heard clapping coming from the door way. your head whipped round, eyes meeting sam monroe’s, your brother best friend, and the boy who had fucked you so good over a month ago that nothing else had compared since.

“good show, babe, came a little to quickly if you ask me though,” he snickered, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves, eyes lined with thick black liner that made his blue eyes almost luminous.

“what the fuck, sam?” you hissed, grabbing your blankets and yanking them up to cover yourself.

“don’t you fucking dare,” sam snapped, crossing the room in seconds and grabbing the blanket from you, “sluts don’t need to cover up,” he said, tossing the blanket to the ground and grasping your thighs, spreading them open so that he could see the mess of slick that coated your inner thighs and welled from your pussy, weeping helplessly as he leaned down. you could feel his breath against you, ice cold against your swollen clit.

“sam,” you breathed weakly as he reached out, touch feather light as it trailed from your sopping hole to your clit, not enough to stimulate you, but enough to make you gasp, hips twitching.

“no,” sam hissed, removing his hand and slapping your thigh harshly, “you think i’m gonna play with this pathetic little pussy, look at it crying for me, so needy and wet. fucking pathetic,” he spat, “if you wanted something you should have called me, instead you got off with that little toy,” he said, glaring hatefully at the vibrator beside you.

“s’not the same,” you whimpered, “didn’t feel like you,” you pouted at him but sam simply shook his head.

“still used it didn’t you, saw you cum all over your self like a bitch in heat, squirming and moaning,” he scolded and your heart pounded.

“i… you weren’t…” you tried to say but same cut you off, hand coming up and grasping your cheeks, pinching them harshly.

“so you ask,” he grit out, “you pick up the phone and beg for me, beg for my hands, my cock and if you are a good girl you get them. but you weren’t a good girl where you, babe,” he frowned sympathetically.

“please,” you whined, words slurred by sam’s grasp on your cheeks.

“no,” sam growled, “you wanna cum again, you can use that stupid fucking toy and if you put on a good enough show maybe i’ll give you a treat,” he said, pulling back and seating himself at the chair beside your dresser with raised brows. “go on,” and who were you to disappoint.

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he’s such a cunt and i love him sm 🫶🏻

[hopesworlld]

belly button piercing with sam monroe !

( swearing, mentions of smoking/weed, finger sucking, mentions of cum )

you had been wanting a belly button piercing for a while but had always held off due to the fear of it hurting, but after smoking with a couple of your friends they had convinced you just to go for it. so here you were heading into sam’s room with a coy smile twisted on your lips, hoodie zipped up.

“sammy,” you called, the boy tilted his head upwards shutting his phone off and grinning widely at you.

“hey, baby,” he said softly, “didn’t know you were stopping by today,” he hums as you walk across the room and crawl onto sam’s bed, dragging yourself up so that you were planted on his lap, tilting your head with a silly smile. “oh, you’re fucked,” he snickered, cupping your cheek, running his thumb along your plush bottom lip.

“nu uh,” you giggled, suckling his thumb between your lips, swirling your tongue around the tip, sam’s eye’s darkened and one of his hands fell to your hips, clutching it tightly.

“oh, you’re not fucked?” sam asked, sinking his thumb deeper into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue, a small whimper escaping you. “look at those eyes, baby, all glassy and red, i hope your fucked or it looks like someone’s been playing with you,” he said thoughtfully, hand trailing along to the waist band of your leggings, dipping his fingers down and brushing against the string of your thong.

“huh…” you blinked lazily, mind a little fuzzy from the weed and the feeling of sam’s thumb in your mouth, “no, sammy, no one’s touched me,” you say, words coming out muffled and slurred around the intrusion between your lips.

“yea?” sam whispered, “no one else gets to touch you but me, huh, baby?” he asked with a smile.

“no,” you agreed quickly, “well…” you trailed off and sam paused, slowly dragging his hand from your leggings, hands gripping tightly at the waistband, his thumb slipping from your mouth. “not like that,” you rushed quickly, hands falling to his face, cupping his face hurriedly. “i have a surprise for you,”

“what’s that?” he asked curiously, eyes fixed on your lips that trembled worriedly, you could still see the tension in his shoulders from the terrible way you had started this.

“i didn’t… nothing happened, i just…” you huffed quietly, sucking in a breath and looking down at sam. “i don’t…”

“baby’s all lost on her words,” sam grinned, “look at you, you’re all flushed,”

“you’re not mad at me?” you asked him quickly and sam smiled softly.

“no, baby, of course not i was just teasing you,” he said, leaning up and planting a kiss on your lips, sucking your bottom lip lightly, teeth grazing along the delicate skin there. you whined when he pulled back, giving you one more kiss and laying back. “don’t leave me waiting, honey, what do you have to show me,” he asked and you blinked before nodding.

“okay, i hope you like it,” you say before grabbing the zipper of your hoodie and tugging it down, beneath you were only wearing your crop top that left a clear view of your stomach, and there on your belly button was a pair of glistening gems.

“oh,” sam murmured, hands sliding up on your hips, holding you tightly, “oh, baby,” he said, shifting you so that you were laying back on the bed, he climbed over you so that he was now on top, his gaze fixed on your abdomen.

“you like it?” you asked breathlessly, looking down at him through your lashes.

“baby, i fucking love it,” sam breathed against your stomach, “how long is it until it’s healed?” he questioned curiously.

“a while actually,” you told him, “the woman said it can take up to a year,”

“a year?” sam asked with wide eyes, eyes falling back to the pretty jewellery on your belly bottom, grazing his fingers closer to the flushed red skin there.

“yea,” you said with a small giggle, “but the soreness will be probably gone in a couple weeks,” you tell him and sam nodded, kissing your stomach gently.

“gonna look so pretty when i paint it with my cum,”

“sam!” you cried with a shocked laugh and the boy simply grinned.

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two drabbles in a row with no smut? who am i?

anyways keeping the hoe’s fed while i work on my longer fics, if you want to have any control over that go check out my poll !

[nemesyaaa]

i feel so pathetic because i just saw his name and i knew it was over. i started giggling. please, i love him so much. it was so amazingly good, wish it was longer because i need him so bad. but that was so cuute 🥹‼️

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin. —they dont make boys like him anymore (he's m'y beautiful beautiful boy)

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes. —BOYS. i love jealous boy. please sam continue :))),

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you. — reader you're a real one 🤗🤗🤗

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath. — i'm the one who's gonna cum for real...

wearing an ‘i love emo boys’ top in front of sam monroe !

( swearing, kissing, mentions of cum )

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin.

“my new t-shirt,” you giggled, sliding your jumper off of your shoulders and putting your hands on your hips, modeling the top for him. it was a plain black y-shirt with ‘i love emo boys’ written on it in white text, the love replaced with a red heart.

“where did you find that?” sam asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your hands came up around his neck, clinging to his as he lifted you up, swinging you off the floor and spinning you around.

“sam!” you screeched, laughing as he tossed you onto the bed. “i found it on etsy and i thought it was perfect,” you said as sam climbed onto the bed after you, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and tugging it down so that he could look at it better.

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“sammy, c’mon!” you groaned, “you know that you are the only emo boy i want,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and tugging him down so that he is laying on top of you, his face pressed against your chest.

“well then your top should say that,” he murmured, nipping at your chest lightly. you rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath.

“yes, sammy, please,” you begged, hands clutching at his t-shirt tightly and he grinned.

“i fucking love this top” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

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i ❤️ emo boys !

[nemesyaaa]

kxksldlslss i love the idea of him being so mean omh.my god. that's so hot in a way. such a perfect yummy guilty pleasure. he's so attractive please ‼️🙂‍↕️ was fantastic and needed to be honest :))

“good show, babe, came a little to quickly if you ask me though,” he snickered, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves, eyes lined with thick black liner that made his blue eyes almost luminous. — i like to be pathetic because of him, I can't lie to myself

“no,” sam hissed, removing his hand and slapping your thigh harshly, “you think i’m gonna play with this pathetic little pussy, look at it crying for me, so needy and wet. fucking pathetic,” he spat, “if you wanted something you should have called me, instead you got off with that little toy,” he said, glaring hatefully at the vibrator beside you. — 🫦 should degrade me more often

“no,” sam growled, “you wanna cum again, you can use that stupid fucking toy and if you put on a good enough show maybe i’ll give you a treat,” he said, pulling back and seating himself at the chair beside your dresser with raised brows. “go on,” and who were you to disappoint. — whatever he wants at this point

sam monroe catches you masterbating !

( mean!sam, use of vibrator, fingering, degradation, spanking, mentioned sex )

a small whine fell from your lips as you buried your fingers deeper into your sopping hole, gasping as you curled your fingers, prodding at that spongey spot inside of you that made your toes curl. you twisted slightly, spreading your legs wider as you forced your fingers down to the hilt, chasing that phantom release that curled at your spine.

“fuck,” you hissed, head falling back against your pillow, grinding your hips against your fingers, trying to replicate the feeling of someone else buried there, fingers or cock you didn’t care. you missed feeling full, achingly so as they drove deep inside of you and left you a babbling mess. you rolled on your side, throwing open your bedside drawer and pulling out your little bullet vibrator. you turned it on, speeding it up and pressing it against your clit. a screech falling from your lips as you jerked helplessly, body sent into overdrive by the vibrations and you came quickly, cum coating your fingers and squelching sickly.

you rolled over, heavy breaths falling from your lips as you switched the toy off and dropping it down when you heard clapping coming from the door way. your head whipped round, eyes meeting sam monroe’s, your brother best friend, and the boy who had fucked you so good over a month ago that nothing else had compared since.

“good show, babe, came a little to quickly if you ask me though,” he snickered, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves, eyes lined with thick black liner that made his blue eyes almost luminous.

“what the fuck, sam?” you hissed, grabbing your blankets and yanking them up to cover yourself.

“don’t you fucking dare,” sam snapped, crossing the room in seconds and grabbing the blanket from you, “sluts don’t need to cover up,” he said, tossing the blanket to the ground and grasping your thighs, spreading them open so that he could see the mess of slick that coated your inner thighs and welled from your pussy, weeping helplessly as he leaned down. you could feel his breath against you, ice cold against your swollen clit.

“sam,” you breathed weakly as he reached out, touch feather light as it trailed from your sopping hole to your clit, not enough to stimulate you, but enough to make you gasp, hips twitching.

“no,” sam hissed, removing his hand and slapping your thigh harshly, “you think i’m gonna play with this pathetic little pussy, look at it crying for me, so needy and wet. fucking pathetic,” he spat, “if you wanted something you should have called me, instead you got off with that little toy,” he said, glaring hatefully at the vibrator beside you.

“s’not the same,” you whimpered, “didn’t feel like you,” you pouted at him but sam simply shook his head.

“still used it didn’t you, saw you cum all over your self like a bitch in heat, squirming and moaning,” he scolded and your heart pounded.

“i… you weren’t…” you tried to say but same cut you off, hand coming up and grasping your cheeks, pinching them harshly.

“so you ask,” he grit out, “you pick up the phone and beg for me, beg for my hands, my cock and if you are a good girl you get them. but you weren’t a good girl where you, babe,” he frowned sympathetically.

“please,” you whined, words slurred by sam’s grasp on your cheeks.

“no,” sam growled, “you wanna cum again, you can use that stupid fucking toy and if you put on a good enough show maybe i’ll give you a treat,” he said, pulling back and seating himself at the chair beside your dresser with raised brows. “go on,” and who were you to disappoint.

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he’s such a cunt and i love him sm 🫶🏻