#samuel drake drabble

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 13- Oral { Female Receiving }

Fandom: Uncharted 4 / Uncharted: The Lost Legacy.

Character: Samuel ‘Sam’ Drake

Warnings: Oral { receiving }, light fingering.

Digging your nails into the sheets, you did your best to bite back a moan. You can feel the man’s smirk against your inner thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.

“Come on Princess. I know you, you don’t gotta hold back. I wanna hear you scream.”

Shivering, you let your eyes glance over at the man bucking your hips against his fingers. “You’re such an ass.”

Grinning, Sam pinned you hips against the bed as he worked his fingers in your warmth. “Don’t worry darlin, I’ll make you be screamin my name soon enough.”

You want to scoff though the only thing that spills from your lips is a moan as you feel his tongue slide across your slit. Another gasp left your lips as you bucked you hips, a playful chuckle coming from Sam as he placed your legs over his shoulders.

“You know beautiful, it’s gonna be hard tearing my gaze off you when you’re lookin so good.” Grinning, Sam then gave your slit a slow lick keeping your hips firmly in place.

“Sam.” You turned your head away, your hands now digging into his shoulders.

“It’s hot, seein you like this. Moanin for me, gettin reading to come.” Sam shifted his body against the bed as he buried himself between your legs, his tongue pushing inside of you.

Your hands tangling into his hair as your back arches off the bed. “Fuck,” you moan.

You can feel Sam grin as he does it again. With his tongue inside of you, his thumb returns to your clit, making your body convulse uncontrollably. Your heart pounding in your chest as you gripped his host tightly. Your hips grinding against the movement of his tongue.

Your moans echoing through out the room, your eyes squeezed tightly shut.Your orgasm is building again, and this time you don’t say anything. Last thing you want is for him to stop. With each lick and swipe of his tongue you inch closer to the finish line. The moans and swears cannot be helped as you begged Sam for more.

Darting his tongue in and out, Sam started to suck your clit helping you reach your orgasm. As the man sucked your clit he started to work his in and out of your pussy brushing your walls and soon your were coming.

Your walls clenching around his fingers, your juices soaking the man’s face as he with drew himself away from your soaked pussy.

Running his thumb across his lips, Sam could still taste you on the tip of his tongue. Crawling on top you you, small shudder ran through your body feeling the man’s erection against your thigh.

“The nights not over yet beautiful. I’m just gettin started.”

[durrtydawg]

any headcanons on Sam & somnoph1l1a? worried that i'm the only one that thinks it's hot :3 (love ur writing, chica)

Ohhh, anon, you are NOT alone.

Not headcanons, but here are some thoughts i've had regarding Sam returning from a trip and feeling a little... needy.

Somnophiliac!Samuel Drake x F!Reader

NSFW request

CW: 18+. poorly written soft somno smut drabble under the cut & minor cnc <3

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Sam can’t deny that he’s been deprived of all sorts of creature comforts for weeks. Despite reluctantly being reeled back into the dull thrum of domesticity, the sight of you fast asleep, legs and blankets tangled in in a cozy mess while you softly snore through the slight pout in your lips is something that he’s craved more than any treasure. 

It’d be completely fine if he just… slipped into bed beside you, leaning up on his side as he takes in the sight of every curve, every dimple, every freckle on your body that he’s missed oh so much.  You’re sleeping so soundly, it'd be rude to wake you up and regale you with anecdotes from his latest exploits, though, it surely wouldn’t be a problem if he just edged a little closer, just to stroke that stray strand of hair out of your closed eyes- It'd be fine if he lightly pressed his nose against the crook of your neck to breathe you in for a moment… you do share this bed, after all.

Your scent is enough to send his mind reeling and his blood pumping. So, he kisses your skin; tenderly, sweetly, slowly enough that each peck remains almost silent as they fall in a trail down your neck and onto your shoulder.

Maybe it’s the cool night air drifting in through the window, or maybe it’s just the feeling of his lips on your skin, but the stiffening of your nipples, clad only by one of his many stolen t-shirts, fails to go unnoticed, and an experimental tracing of his fingertips over the fabric isn’t the most absurd idea in his head.

Neither is rolling up the shirt in its entirety, exposing your breasts enough to caress, lap at, and nibble in a way that makes you sigh softly, even in your unconscious state. So soft, so pliable in his hands; a complete contrast to the cold rigidity of the firearms and ancient masonry that he had grown accustomed to over past weeks.

He really ought to stop there, but the sight of your plush thighs softly squeezing together, and the parting of your lips as your body unknowingly reacts to the sensations sparking through your chest all simply spur him on just a little more. He wants to feel you up more. God, he wants to fill you up. 

Sam’s got you right where he wants you- all worked up, brows furrowed as your body absentmindedly responds to his touch, a quiet hum leaving your lips as you roll onto your front.

His boldness overpowers the last of his restraint as his fingers pulI aside your underwear, deftly and delicately gracing between your folds, scooping up the developing slick as crinkles of something akin to frustration form on your brow. A soft whimper from you is enough to render him primal. Bolder still, he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, sliding them slowly down your legs, eyes flitting back and forth between your sleeping face and your thighs as he presses soft kisses onto the backs of them. 

He’s obsessed with how pretty you look. How peaceful and how oblivious you are to your own arousal dampening your core. He’s literally throbbing with want as he looks at you, desiring more than anything to bring you over the edge without you even knowing.

So he gives into that desire, gently spreading your legs so you’re perfectly exposed to him as he kisses your neck and whispers something teasing about how wet you are, all before sliding into you slowly, trying so hard not to stir you awake just yet. God, you feel so good squeezed around his thick cock, and as you writhe ever so slightly, he has to fight back the groan trapped at the back of his throat. His movements are slow- just enough to stretch you open without waking you, but enough for your hands to tighten their grip on the sheets strewn around you.

He gently presses his weight down, arms snaking around you to hold you in place beneath him, and this is when he finds nothing more arousing than the thought of fucking you awake. Seeing the adorable confusion take over your sleepy expression, followed by the rising of heat in your cheeks as you realise what’s happening, only to be stopped from speaking by the moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as he takes you harder. 

So when you finally do wake up and this exact sequence of events takes place, you aren’t even given time to moan out his name before he covers your mouth, muttering a “Shhh, it’s just me, Princess. It’s okay,” as his other hand props your hips up at an angle at which he can hit you deeper. “Just looked so… pretty- couldn’t help myself.” He growls into your ear, your eyes squeezing shut as his movements elevate in aggression, just how he knows you like it. “Atta girl, just take it for me, huh?”

Your muffled grunts and whimpers gradually increase in pitch as his hand moves from your hip in search of your clit, and before you know it your climax crashes over you, your pussy spasming around him as he keeps you held down. Your pillow muffles your rasped cries as he continues to repeatedly bury himself into you, eventually letting out a heavy grunt as he cums, filling you up as you lie face-down in an exhausted, post-orgasmic daze. In a daze of his own, he pulls you onto your side, keeping himself nestled inside you as you both get your breath back, your thighs twitching as his seed threatens to spill out and onto them.

With a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck and a whispered praise or two, you both fall asleep again. God knows, he’ll probably be hard again before you wake up.

[ao3feed-timkon]

With My Brother!?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NJmB7Ck

by Spooky_Vallimo

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kon asked slowly.

“It’s new,” Tim repeated, “We’re figuring things out. Why does it matter?”

Why did it matter? Kon didn’t know, not really. But it didn’t sit right with him, made him feel awful. Envy felt like lead in his belly.

“I would’ve liked to know that you were banging my brother,” Kon joked, and it felt like acid on his tongue.

Or: Tim and Jon decide to start fake dating, Kon and Damian obviously didn't get the memo. They aren't exactly pleased about their best friends dating.

Words: 3810, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Dc drabbles

Fandoms: Young Justice (Comics), DCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jonathan Kent

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Jealousy, Tim Drake is a Menace, Jonathan Samuel Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Aged-Up Character(s), Kon-El | Conner Kent-centric, Damian Wayne-centric, Aged-Up Jonathan Samuel Kent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NJmB7Ck

[thepaperpanda]

Whether a Surprise Or a Hoax || Sam Drake x Reader

Summary: You're trying to find your birthday gift, unfortunately, every attempt ends in a debacle. Is Samuel Drake trying to startle you?

Warnings: none

Words: 926

Authors: Cass & Bear

Lighting another cigarette and inhaling the smoke deep on his lungs, Sam observed how furiously you were digging the hole in the ground. "I'm telling ya, babe, you ain't going to find it, I guarantee. You think I'd perform all of the prevention things to let you find it so easily?," Sam chuckled softly. "Put the shovel down, darling. You'll destroy our garden."

You pointed the shovel at him. "I will dig through the whole garden, Sam. I will find this gif, you will see." You informed him with a smile.

He shook his head and smirked. "You ain't gonna find it, love," after these words Sam sat on the wooden steps leading on your porch.

"Oh c'mon now! Sammy please!" You put the shovel down and followed him. "Tell me where it is, I can't wait any longer."

"Two days. Two days and you'll get the treasure," he promised calmly and reached his hand to place the palm on your knee where he stroked.

"You are annoying," You muttered and hugged arm. "I bet Nate or Sully have it." You added soon, looking up at him.

"You're mistaken, just like I was in the temple week ago," Sam couldn't help but chuckled.

You laughed softly and nodded. "Yup, but let's be honest. Sam Drake first do and later think, you should be thankful I was there with you," Taking his hand you let out a quiet sigh. "If not me, you would have your ass impaled on those spikes. I don't know if I would be able to lose you once again... For good this time."

"You know, wrong ones always survive," he teased and got back on his feet. He dropped the end of cigarette in the ashtray.

You shook your head and laughed again, following him inside. "You are impossible sometimes. You know that?" You purred, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Snuggling from behind? You know what I like," Sam chuckled as he stopped in front of the fridge. He opened it and peeked inside. "I'd like to have a piece of the cake you baked yesterday."

You hummed something as your hands roamed his body but soon you pulled away, looking at the little box that you found in his pocket. "This is not a cigarette bag for sure, Samuel." You said slowly.

He frowned and turned to you so quickly that he almost caused you fell to your butt. He attempted to pull the box out of your hands.

You smiled but didn't give it back to him. "Hey, hey, hey. What's so important there, huh?"

"Nothing," he almost hissed. "Give that back, Y/N, ain't it funny."

"Hey, if it's nothing then why you act so angry now, hmm?" You teased him.

Sam lustrated you with his eyes and sighed. "Open it, go ahead."

You looked at the box and then back at him. "Well, if this is my gift," you hummed and walked to him and put the box back where you found it. "I just wanted to know where it is, not what it is."

"It's not the gift, actually," he shrugged. "But taking that you found it... I think I won't be waiting these two days..."

Sam pulled little box out and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"Okay," nodding slowly, you watched him. You weren't exactly what's going on and what you should do now.

Sam cleared his throat and slowly opened the box. Inside, there was a little piece of paper.

"Uhm, Sam?" You asked, looking at the piece of paper and then at Sam. "Really?"

"Will you get on another adventure with me?," He asked in serious voice. "I booked the flight already so if you'll say NO, we just lost thousand bucks."

You just blinked looking at him in disbelieve, letting out a heavy sigh you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I will go pack my backpack and our duffle bags." You muttered before walking away to your shared room to pack.

"Wait!," Sam screamed after you as he got back to his feet. He followed you.

"What? We can't go not prepared, and know you I will have to pack half of the pharmacy." You said turning to him.

Sam knelt once again, this time he reached into pocket of his flannel shirt. With free hand he cupped your palm. Once again he pulled the box, smaller than the previous one and opened it. "I wanted to make it in more romantic way but you didn't let me. Will you marry me, Y/N? So we can step into another adventure as a fiancé and fiancée?"

You frowned looking at him. "Are serious Drake? First you pull me out god know where and I need to watch your ass and now this?" You tried to sound offended but you couldn't help and giggled. "Okay I am a terrible lier. Yes... Yes! I will marry you, Sam."

Man placed the ring on your finger and got up to kiss your lips softly. "Now you can go pack. And pack me my socks."

You slapped his shoulder. "Maybe you would move your ass and for once pack yourself, huh? Oh! And thank you! I won 100 bucks from Nate and Sully."

Sam stopped as he was reaching into his pocket to pull cigarettes out. "What?"

"Well, they were so sure that you won't propose to me that each of them put 50 bucks on it." You giggled, grabbing your backpack. ”And now they are mine!”

Sam blinked and watched how you climbed up the stairs.

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[lexpendragon]

Knight In Shining Armor | Sam Drake x Reader

Author Note: something quick i wrote for Sam since I couldn't get that man of my head after playing Uncharted lol

Summary : You are overworking due an essay for college and Sam convinces you to get to bed.

I take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair, closing my eyes for a long moment, the amount of time I spent in front of the computer making them hurt. I groan, blinking a few times before going back to writing the essay.

My eyes travel from the computer screen to the door when I hear it opening, a tired smile growing on my lips when I see Sam, my boyfriend, leaning on the door with arms crossed and arched brow, shaking his head with a soft smile before getting close to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Come on, doll." He places a kiss on the curve of my neck, massaging my shoulders. "You need a rest, hm? You've been here all day, almost sleeping on that chair."

I sigh, taking my hand to hold his, biting my lip as I try to think about what he just said, my eyes closing as I relax into his touch. "As much as that sounds tempting…"

"You made a damn good progress today and there's still a week for you to finish something that's already close to the end. " He whispers, softly voice in my ear as I bite my lip. "You need to rest, love."

I nod, saying the document and sighing tiredly before starting to move out of the chair, fighting to keep my eyes open.

I hear Sam chuckling before I feel him taking me out of the ground, carrying me bridal-style.

"Let me help with that."

I chuckle before giving him a smile, my chest warm. Yeah, I'm so fucking lucky.

"My knight in shining armor... Always here to rescue me, huh."

I hear him chuckling one more time.

"Always."

[wedontdeservethestars]

So I know that this is like 110% completely random but I absolutely love your Uncharted fics!!!!!! And I saw your post about Nate’s character growth through the series and I had this super random idea. And since you’re accepting prompt ideas I figured that I’d throw it your way since you made me think of it, sort of. Anyway, you totally don’t have to fill it, but I thought I’d put it out there.

Ok, so we know that the last time Nate saw his father was when he was 5, right? And since then he was mostly raised by Sam and Sully. Well even though Nate is incredibly intelligent, most people just don’t really have a bunch of memories from that age, and a common trauma response can be to block out bad memories, (I think?). So what if Nate doesn’t really remember his father, like, maybe vague impressions, but nothing really concrete, all he’s ever had to go off of was Sam, and Sam probably wasn’t going to be bringing it up. Hell, the only reason he remembers their mom as clearly as he does is because of Sam, and some days he doesn’t even know if they’re memories or things that he was told so often that he just thinks he does.

One day though, could be pretty much anytime post Uncharted 3, he runs into his father, only thing is he doesn’t recognize him at all, because it’s been so long, and really, when he thinks father he thinks Sully. Nate looks like his mom though and his father recognizes him. Maybe not at first but a double take kind of thing? And when he says Nate’s name, Nathan is pretty confused, because who is this guy, has he pissed someone off? When he finds out it’s his dad he kind of just goes dissociates and when he’s back with it he’s at Sully’s with a business card with a phone number on it crumpled in his hand.

Obviously Sully definitely takes care of Nate and if his father winds up sporting a broken nose and a black eye before he leaves town then it was *just* a coincidence.

Anyway 😅 *rubs head awkwardly* here’s the idea. Sorry that it’s so random.

Ahhhh thank you anon!! I'm so glad you enjoy the fics and my analysis!!

I definitely agree that Nate probably wouldn't remember his dad. Like you mentioned, he was pretty young and Sam probably didn't talk about him much. He likely told Nathan that he wasn't worth thinking about and, when they did discuss him, their opinions of him were pretty low. Nate probably wouldn't recognize him in a crowd of people.

Depending on how old Nate is at the time (and how he grew into his looks), I bet his dad could tell who he was. Some kids look the same throughout their lives (I should know--if you look at my elementary school pictures, it's very obvious that it's me lmao.) His eyes, his nose, the way his mouth moves when he smiles and his habituals...no matter how little his father was in his life, he'd probably pick up on the fact that it's Nate.

Confronting him is bold. I imagine he didn't have a plan--he was just so shocked that he was even seeing Nate again in his life that he didn't think things through. Once he was talking with him again, though, and thinking things through...I mean, shit. Even if he wanted to connect with Nate and truly felt remorse for his actions, that doesn't erase the fact that Nathan simply isn't his anymore. Even without knowing that Sully is in the picture or where Sam is at the moment, he has to know that this kid has been raised by someone else or has raised himself. He missed out.

So what do you do, especially if you're like Nathan's dad and aren't a very good father to begin with? You give a business card. Just a phone number. "Call me." Nothing after that, no "I'm busy right now and we should meet up at a better time to talk properly." Just, "call me." Directions that would sound better at an actual business meet-up than with finding your son after probably a decade of not knowing what had become of him after you dumped him off at some orphanage with his barely older brother.

Sully immediately notes Nate's demeanor when he arrives home. He's just sitting quietly, staring at this card of stock paper with a rather vague description and a phone number on it. Sully's been with Nate long enough to know that he gets upset in two ways. He either gets frustrated and needs to stew on his own, distracting himself until he has a clear headspace to solve the issue. It's times like those that Sully helps with a distraction and knows he doesn't need to pry at the problem. But this is clearly the other kind of upset, where Nate is completely and utterly lost. Everything comes together when Nate mumbles,

"It's my dad."

Sully hears the rest of the story and grows angry. He isn't really even sure why he's so mad--yeah, he'd feel bad for the kid either way, but he's livid. Maybe it was because his own father wasn't good, either. God knows if Sully ever saw him again, it wouldn't be a pretty end. Sully isn't even aware he has a plan until he hears himself asking where Nate's dad is staying while he's in town. Nate isn't sure--he remembers that he mentioned something about being at a certain bar later if Nate wanted to come by.

Sully's out the door as soon as he hears the name of the joint.

When he gets to the bar, it isn't hard to guess who Nate's dad is. Same mousey swoops of hair, same jawline. His eyes squint in the same way as he people-watches. Sully doesn't bother making himself seem natural to the setting. He makes a beeline straight over to him and tosses the crumpled business card onto the table. Before he can get a word out, Sully starts speaking.

"I think it's in your best interest to leave Nate the hell alone."

A moment of confusion, then anger. "Who are you? How do you know Nate?"

Sully doesn't even think about what he says next. "I'm his real father."

Not fifteen minutes later, he's stumbling home, nursing a pretty badly twisted arm but feeling confident that Nate's dad got the message pretty well. When he gets home, he finds Nate sketching one of the poor dead plants in the kitchen window to calm himself down and get his mind off of things. When he sees how roughed up Sully is, he immediately rushes over.

"Hey! What happened to you?"

Sully just smirks. "You should see the other guy."

[patronedloss-blog]

tags!

[theunchartedsuperheros]

33 with Sam drake? If you will. :)

Sorry, it’s short! But I hope you enjoy it never the less! #33 Is that mine? Prompt List~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam stopped and stared at the baby in your arms. He had been gone for a few months to help his brother and you decided to hang back at the house. He didn’t get to have much contact with you, so seeing the baby in your arms made in freeze were he stood.

“Sam! When did you get back?” You smiled as you walked over to him

“Uh a few hours ago. I called you but you didn’t answer.” Sam answered never taking his eyes off the baby

“Oh! I’m sorry sweetie I’ve been super busy today.” You scratched the back of your head

Sam just couldn’t wrap his head around the baby. Was it his? Why weren’t you saying anything about it? He was positive you would have told him if you were pregnant.

“Sam?” You waved your free hand in front of his face.

“Is that mine?” He finally looked at you

“Is what yours?” You raised an eyebrow

“The baby (Y/n), is it mine?” Sam pointed at the baby in your arms

“No the baby isn’t yours.” You giggled and laid it down on the blanket on the floor

“If not mine then whose? Oh my god, your cheating on me.” Sam dropped his bag and his face paled

“Samuel Drake I am not cheating on you! I’m babysitting for my friend.” You shook your head and grabbed his bag from off of the floor

“Oh thank god.” Sam breathed a sigh in relief and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Welcome home you big goof.” You said and hugged him back

[emilyackles]

41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

ok, this is my first drabble. So please,don´t be rude with me :D. @missdictatorme i hope you like it!!!

 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. (ITS SPANISH xD)

You have a horrible day. You don´t stop for nothing at work,even you are eat on feet and you can´t see the hour to go home, take your shoes, put the pijama and see Netflix seat on your couch next to Sam with a blanket and glass of wine and food.

-Come on stupid time, go more faster- murmured seeing your clock, who you think today is angry with you and go so so so slowly. Finally, its your hour, so you say goodbye to everybody and run to take the metro. The day is very cold so you look like an onion with all layers for not have cold. You pray for have one seat but its not your lucky day and you must stay on feet all travel, try to not push the people,fight with they for not be tread or crushed . Jesus, today is a bad bad day. You exit from the metro and the cold make you tremble, so you put again all your layers and walk quick to home. The metro is just a 10 minutes to your home, but with the cold, it seems more time.

-I hope Sam make the dinner or something, because today im not going to make nothing.- you think brace yourself. Minutes lates you see your home and you smile happy because finally your make all those things you've thought about all day.

-Come on…fucking keys..-you say while you try to found you keys on your handbag.-this is like mary poppins handbag…or Hermione. I just want to enter and put my pajama and see Stranger Things!-finally you found it and scream yes so happy.

You enter on your home, who is so warm thanks to the chimney. When you close the door, your dog Thew run to you  to say hello. You crouch to say hello caressing the head.-Hi sweety! How are you!!how are the most beautiful dog in the world?- he barks answer you and you laught-where is dad??-you ask put on your feet. He bark to the kitchen and go there, with you follow him. You smell like something is burn and your face change when you see the kitchen like if a bomb fall in the middle. Its caotic. You see the wardrobe who stay next to the cookers dirty with sauces. You try to calm and count until 10 while you walk where is Sam. He is seat on the floor, try to clean the sausace with a cloth.

-Sam…what the fuck are you doing?- ask cross your arms on your breast.

-Hi Y/N!- he stand up and kiss you but you so angry to kiss him- I just try to cook but…

-What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.-you say angry-im so fucking tired for the work and I just want to make nothing, but now I must clean your disaster!

-Honey, just let me explain. I want cook for you, but you know im so bad with this. I try to follow the books…even I put master chef on the tablet but they are so faster and the judges are bad persons…-you look at him serious so he put in front of you and he put their hands on your hips.-im sorry,and don´t worry because Im clean this.-He put his famous puppy eye and you hate him for that because he always make you vulnerable.

You sighs and you put your arms around his neck-you’re a mess…don´t you?-Sam smile and you too-im sorry for scream you but I have an terrible day on the work-you put your head on Sam´s cheast and he kiss your head.

-Don´t worry. You know what?- he up your face with his hand- go to the bathroom and take a long bath and I clean this. Ok?.

-Ok-he kiss you softly and you love it when he kiss you like that-and try to not burn nothing.

-Im going to try. Maybe Thew can help me, what do you thing buddy?- Thew barks and go whit Sam.

-One question..which master chef do you see?-ask you.

-that where is Gordon Ramsey. He is a bad person

-Yes, but its funny.

-You know?. He put angry like you- say Sam funny. You take one spoon and throw her.

-Its not true!-you exclaim.-just I say the things clear.-you start to take the things and put in his site.

-Honey,leave that.- Sam take your hand-and go to take that bath.

-Its ok-you say smile- but is the last time I help you ok?.

-Yes Chef!-both of you laugh and Sam kiss you again.

After a long bath you down to the kitchen with the pajama and go to the kitchen, which is more clean and you see Sam cook something. You go with him and to see what is -mmm spaguetthis… I love it.-you say happy.

-I know. Thanks this plate is more easy than the other.- he continue to remove the food and you kiss his cheek. He Smile and you put the plates and the forks on the table.- Y/N, proof it.

You go next to Sam and proof the food.-it´s delicious!-you applaud an Sam Kiss you again-now,its time to eat. I have a lot of hungry.

After to dinner, Sam,Thew and you seated on the couch with a blanket around both of three and see Netflix. You put your head on Sam Shoulder and you smile because finale you have all things that you thinking all day.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 9:“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better than November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Fandom:Uncharted

Character: Samuel 'Sam' Drake

Naughty or Nice:

If it was one thing that Sam said he hated it would be that he hated winter or anything that had to do with being cold but you? Oh no! You loved the winter! You seemed to thrive being cold.

Pulling his jacket tighter to his body, Sam cleared out his throat. You looked so happy, so cute, he couldn't deny how infectious you were. Sighing, he stepped closer to you grasping your hand then tugged you to be by his side.

Smiling, you rested your head on his should, despite how much he complained about hating Winter he was awfully warm “Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better than November?”

Scowling for a moment, Sam gave your hips a squeeze though despite the scowl he had on his face you can see the twinkle of happiness in his eyes.

“I don’t know maybe fucking June?” Sam rolled his eyes as he placed a kiss to the side of your head.

Scoffing, you reached up to give his cheek a playful pinch. "You're only saying that because you don't get to see me half naked on a beach."

Grumbling under his breath, Sam knew you were right but he wasn't about to admit it. "Whatever, lets just find some place warm so I'm not freezing my ass off."

Laughing, you shook your head as your gaze roamed to look at all the trees. The sight was honestly breath taking. "Sure, sure. You big baby."

[videograhams]

okay, but imagine

you've been dating sam for a couple months and you guys go to an event and rafe is there but the second you talk to him sam gets jealous and jumps in with his arm around you, "hey!!!! who's this?" and rafe gets so frustrated and walks away lmao

[paintingcrimsons]

Hi! I'd like to request something for Sam! :) you're on a treasure hunt together but unfortunately run into Rafe. He doesn't like the competition and proceeds to somehow hurt you (shoot, hit you can choose what you're comfortable with) in the end though he throws you of a cliff into the water. Later you and Sam find each other again with him worried sick and confesses his love for you, which ends with kissing :) love your drabbles!

Title: Enemies

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: blood, swearing, threats, violence (against the reader), fluff

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in such a long time, I guess it was kind of a hiatus? I haven’t felt as though my stories have been the best that they can be and with a huge writers block I just didn’t feel like writing. But now that I’m back I’ll be sure to finish requests and whatnot. (I’ll be writing requests in no specific order because I want to feel like I want to write the fic.) So yeah, sorry if this sucks but I haven’t written anything in a while so that’s why.

“C’mon,” Sam grunted as he grabbed your hand, pulling you up onto the rocky ledge above you. Wiping his hands on his jeans as you pulled yourself up onto your feet, you removed some of the sweat that had started to appear on your forehead. “Losing your touch, princess?”

“What?” You gave him a confused look, placing your hands on your hips as you watched a crooked smirk form on his face. “I mean, you could usually get up that ledge without my help…” He trailed off, the smirk still on his face.

“It’s been a year!” You huffed, knowing that he was joking as he started laughing at your outburst. Sure, maybe you hadn’t been exercising due to not finding any treasure to find and most of your time was researching this treasure that you were hunting for now. Pushing past him, you walked, turning left as there was a sharp corner and you would much rather not fall off of it today.

Sam trailed behind, secretly admiring you as you turned left on the corner, your reflexes not quick enough to catch the fist flying towards your face. You were caught off guard, falling down onto the ground as you felt your face throb and blood trickle down it from what seemed to be a cut on your cheek.

“Hey!” Sam’s voice came from behind you, he sounded angry as he was striding towards you, but before he could get to you, the attacker wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you up so that you were now standing, your back pressed against his front.

“Now look what we have here,” a males voice spoke from behind you. Once you were more focused, you grasped onto the man’s arm, trying to pry him off of you. “Sam and a woman?” He tugged, obviously knowing who Sam was as he pressed the gun against your lower back.

“Rafe, look there’s no need for that, just let her go and we can talk–” Sam tried to negotiate, gesturing for him to bring you over here.

“Don’t even try that,” the man, who was apparently named Rafe, interrupted, adjusting his grip on you. “You left me, Sam, do you remember that?”

Looking over at him, you sent him a questioning look, unsure of what was happening. “Look, you weren’t in your right mind Rafe, you would’ve killed my brother and I if we hadn’t of left.”

“And leaving me to die was the best option?” He questioned, Sam had opened his mouth to reply, before he could though, you had elbowed Rafe hard in the stomach, making him loosen his grip on you, as you pushed him away. Without hesitating, Rafe raised his gun after recovering fairly quickly, and shot you, not even caring to aim.

The bullet pierced your shoulder, making you gasp out in pain and fall down to your knees. You held your shoulder, keeping the pressure on it as you shut your eyes tightly in pain. Sam had started to move over to you but Rafe had raised his gun once again, but at Sam, making him stop. You had now wished that you had brought your guns with you.

“I’m guessing that’s the Y/N I’ve heard so much about from outside sources.” Rafe stated, gesturing to you as you grunted, the sharp pain of the bullet wound racing through you.

“Why are you here?” Sam asked, his gaze serious and defensive.

“To find this damn treasure, and for you to get what you deserve,” That was all he said as he grabbed you, pulling you up by your bad arm which made you cry out, Sam began protesting, walking over to the two of you but before he could, it was already over for you. “It was nice meeting you Y/N.” Rafe smirked as he pushed you. Your eyes widened as you began falling, hearing Sam’s yelling before you were knocked out, and everything went black.

You didn’t know how you survived the drop, but you didn’t leave unscathed either. Cuts had appeared on your now dirty skin, and bruises began to form all over your body. When you first woke up, water had soaked through your clothes and with the river next to you, you knew it had broken your fall. You were still unsure of where you were, looking up to the starry sky, this led you to believe that you had been passed out for hours. 

Slowly, you heaved yourself up with a groan, the bullet wound in your shoulder was still bleeding but not as much as it had been before, all you were worried about was an infection setting in. Ignore the dull pain, you looked around, finding your phone next to you. Leaning down onto your knees, you picked it up, trying to get it to work so you could at least get back to Sam. 

“C’mon…” You muttered to yourself as you hit the screen, a frustrated growl leaving your lips as it didn’t work. Throwing the phone to god knows where, you rubbed your hands down your face before standing up again. You looked down the dirt pathway, seeing that there was no other way and you were too weak to climb up anywhere, you followed it, shuffling down and towards a bigger opening. 

Looking around, all you could see now was trees which almost covered up the night sky and a few wild animals skittering around. You had no idea where to go and what to do. 

“Y/N?” A voice yelled, making you turn around quickly towards the voice. You knew who that voice belonged to after knowing him for so long, so when you saw him walking around the trees, it made you instantly relax. 

“Sam!” You replied, a relieved smile forming on your face to see that he was alright and he hadn’t been killed by Rafe. Sam turned, using his long legs to guide himself towards you and into his arms. His one arm wrapped around your waist which kept you to him, and the other in your hair. You in turn, wrapped your own arms around his waist, gripping the back of his shirt in your hands. 

“Are you okay? What about your shoulder? We need to sort that out, but Rafe and his men are still around–” He rambled as he pulled back, looking over your injuries. You laughed, making him stop and a small smile appear on his face at the sound.

“I’m okay, stop thinking ahead and just calm down,” You spoke, putting your hands on the sides of his face. Looking into his eyes, you said seriously. “Now, are you hurt at all?” 

“No, I got away from his as fast as I could, he sent his men to kill me.” He sighed, looking down as you moved your hands down to his neck as you shuffled closer to him. 

“Hey, look at me,” You said softly, when he looked up, you gave him a reassuring smile. “I know that you know you have to tell me about what Rafe was talking about earlier, but don’t think about that right now.”

He sighed once more, his hands resting on your hips as your bodies were flush together. “I was just really worried about you, the way he treated you…” He trailed off, taking in a shaky breath as he thought about it. You stayed quiet, knowing that you should let him speak about how he was feeling about all of this. “I love you, Y/N, and thinking that you had died before I could have told you, makes me realise that I need to tell you, no matter what you think of me.”

Your eyes widened at his confession as you gave him a small smile, leaning in and kissing him softly, revelling in the feeling of his lips on yours. When you leaned back, you laughed, happy that it finally happened. “I love you too, Sam.” You replied as both of you had stupid grins on your faces. 

Without saying anything, Sam leaned in once again, temporarily forgetting what had just happened hours ago. 

[ao3feed-timkon]

With My Brother!?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IHeNhzZ

by Spooky_Vallimo

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kon asked slowly.

“It’s new,” Tim repeated, “We’re figuring things out. Why does it matter?”

Why did it matter? Kon didn’t know, not really. But it didn’t sit right with him, made him feel awful. Envy felt like lead in his belly.

“I would’ve liked to know that you were banging my brother,” Kon joked, and it felt like acid on his tongue.

Or: Tim and Jon decide to start fake dating, Kon and Damian obviously didn't get the memo. They aren't exactly pleased about their best friends dating.

Words: 3810, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Dc drabbles

Fandoms: Young Justice (Comics), DCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jonathan Kent

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Jealousy, Tim Drake is a Menace, Jonathan Samuel Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Aged-Up Character(s), Kon-El | Conner Kent-centric, Damian Wayne-centric, Aged-Up Jonathan Samuel Kent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IHeNhzZ

[thepaperpanda]

Dissipated by a Parrot || Sam Drake x Reader

Summary: What might happen when a parrot takes over control

Warnings: none

Words: 2030

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Sam stopped the motorcycle and looked around the place full of people, surrounded by colorful stands full of everything. "Here we are, Indian market, just like you wished," He said helping you off the vehicle. "But I honestly don't know why are we in here."

"Don't know what exactly?," You asked him and rushed towards one of the stalls shortly after. "Come here, Drake!"

"I don't know why you've wished to come here," Sam explained quickly and followed you, joining you soon. "What did you find there, huh?," He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You slipped out of his embrace smoothly and started a conversation with the seller, asking the elder man about some local spices you could buy. "Look, smell!," You turned face to Sam. "It's so awesome here, can you smell all these scents of fresh spices and herbs?"

Sam looked at you with cigarette between his lips, he put the lighter back into his pocket puffing out some smoke. "Sure I can, smells like this Indian place you love to visit or order the dinner from there," He said, rubbing his nose.

You ignored his comment which in your opinion was partly offensive and you kept on lurking through stalls, talking with people and having good time.

Unfortunately your mood quickly dropped when with the corner of your eye you have spotted a stall where some men were selling animals.

Sam noticed this and got worried. "Hey? What's wrong sweetheart? If this is about my comment, I was just joking. You know me," He said, touching your shoulder.

"Look," you whispered and clenched palms in fists. "I bet they do this illegally. Look at these animals!"

The men were having a lot of animals in cages, sometimes too small to accommodate three or four animals at once. There were parrots, monkeys, iguanas, and many more.

You rushed toward the stall.

Few steps away from stall Sam grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer. He took cig out of his mouth and looked at you. "Love, that's the way it is here. It's not America, stuff like this happen here, there is nothing we can do about it."

"Help! Madam!" screechy voice got Sam's attention. It was coming from the stall. "Okay, let's see what's going on there." He said letting go of you.

You were first who approached the stall. "Excuse me, don't you think these cages are too small for the animals, huh?," You raised your voice a little and put hands on the metal table on which a cage with a parrot was placed.

Shady looking man glared at you with a frown. "Ah! Americans! Want get a pet? They good and healthy! I have papers," He said and smiled at you. "For nice lady like you 250$! Go, look, find perfect pet."

Sam frowned at the poor attempt in both English and selling you a pet. He tried to find the source. He walked around looking at all the poor trapped animals. "I wish I could let you all out." Sam walked until he came face to face with a parrot cage.

"Cookie?," Bird asked and Sam recognized the voice.

"Y/N! Sweetheart, come here!" He called you.

Glaring angrily at the seller and didn't move your glance off his shady-looking face, you approached your boyfriend. "Yes?"

"Look at this cutie." He said pointing at the cage.

"Hello! Namaskaar!" Parrot screeched and started to bite the metal bars of a cage.

Sam licked his lips looking around. "How about we take her and I will make sure this stand disappears and animals will be freed?"

Measuring his features with curious glance you gave him a slight nod of your head. "You can rip their little balls as well," you said.

Sam smiled and ruffled your hair. "Don't ya worry your pretty little head, love.”

Parrot looked at both of you. "Love, Love. Help." It screeched.

Sam chuckled and took the cage off the hook. "Go on, use your charm and get us some good price."

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Afternoon came quickly and started covering the world with thick curtain of darkness and quietness.

The hotel room was filled with a dim light coming from a little lamp standing on a wooden nightstand.

Dressed in short shorts and too tight tank top you were sitting on the bed and observing how the parrot you and Sam bought on the market was wandering back and forth along windowsill.

Parrot stopped to clean its feathers, it shook its head and looked at you. "Hello. Cookie? Please!" It screeched.

Sam opened the door and smiled looking at you. "That's my favorite part of working with girlfriend. The sweet sight of you in my room," He joked and walked closer to kiss your head, Sam sat next to you. "So! I have good news, I took care of that man. He is done and animals will be free."

Parrot jumped off the windowsill and happily jumped toward Sam.

"Look!," You almost jumped in spot. "It's jumping! Look at these little jumps! Oh, God!"

"Yea, I think I know why." He said and picked up bird to look at it. "Those kind of people cut the wings, so they can ran away." Sam sighed and set parrot on his laps.

Bird looked at him and soon started to climb his jacket only to try to get to his pocket.

You took one of injured wings and saw a sharp line of where the cut was. You giggled seeing how parrot made it to Sam's shoulder.

"Ah! Yeah, yeah right! I have something for you." Sam said and pulled out few bird cookies, bird took one and started to eat it.

He smiled and started to pet animal's head. "Y/N? You think it can stay with us?"

"Why not. But I'll list up what is forbidden around this little sweetheart. First, no swearing. I don't want him or her to lurk around while squawking fuck, understood?," You smiled. "Second, I'll try to teach him or her talk. Next, no smoking around the parrot."

Sam smiled looking at you. "Look at you! Acting like a real life mom, I feel the maternal instinct kicking in." Sam joked and parrot nuzzled to his neck. "I think it likes my birds."

You reached hand and tried to invite parrot on your shoulder. "C'mere, baby. Come to mama."

Parrot took one more cookie from Sam and jumped on your hand and then traveled on your shoulder. "Cookie?" It said within high tone, offering you the said cookie, almost throwing it on your knees.

"Keep it to yourself, baby!," As gently as you could, you stroked parrot's head. "It's fluffy! I'm dying! I will never live this little lovely birdy behind!"

"Yes! We will take you home, buy you a big, nice, cozy cage or no you know what fu.... Heck the cage. I will get you a tree, you will be free and have a lots of snack." Sam said with a smile. "But I think it's time to sleep."

"What if baby will fly out through the window?," You asked in worried voice.

"Y/N, the wings? Remember?" Sam asked, looking at you. "It won't heal, love. This poor thing will stay flightless untill its last day," Sam said, picking up the parrot. "For now we will put it in the cage and cover it."

Man did exactly what he said and turned to you. "Baby is asleep so now daddy can take care of mommy," Sam hummed, slowly getting closer to you.

You knelt on the mattress and as soon as he came closer you put hands to his crotch where you massaged him lightly with your glance on his face.

Sam landed down to kiss you gently, pushing you further on the bed. His hand traveled under your top. "Now, let's see wh..."

Sam was interrupted by a loud parrot's sound. It wasn't any specific word, just a loud scream.

You almost let a hum of appreciation when you heard the parrot and its swishing voice. You laid back on the bed and rested head on the pillow and slowly spread you legs looking at Sam. "Go ahead, daddy. Our kid apparently needs attention."

Sam laughed resting his forehead on your shoulder, placing few kisses there. "C'mon. He... Or she is a big bird. It will be fine, now I want to give my attention to you."

He kissed your neck and moved down until he was kissing belly. The parrot screamed again, Sam groaned and put his head on your stomach. "I guess we will have our first sleepless night."

"Maybe it want to get outta cage. Let this happen and then maybe I'll let you to have some of this," you rubbed thighs together and licked your lips briefly, shifting your shirt up enough to reveal a little of your rounded boobs to him.

"I will put it in other room." He got up from the bed and walked to cage.

"You don't like sleeping, huh buddy?" Sam joked and removed the cover. He freed the bird and moved it to other room.

Soon your boyfriend joined you again, he didn't wasted more time and removed your top and shorts. "This will be fu..." Sam was again interrupted by a loud scream from other room.

As naked as you were beneath Samuel Drake, you used all of your strengths to push him aside. Then, you smoothly got off the bed and with a familiar swing in your hips you walked to another room and soon came back with parrot sitting on your shoulder. "Let him stay."

"You will let our baby watch how I F… you?" Sam said not really sure how else avoid the "F" word. "Isn't it depressing, I don't want this to become a disfuctional family."

You went to the wardrobe and let the parrot got off your shoulders to step on the counter of the furniture.

Parrot, squeaking happily walked back and forth along the edge of wardrobe and at the end it sat in the middle, looking down on the room.

With a smile you turned to Sam and slowly got on the old bed, straddling his laps quickly. "He or she doesn't understand anything at all darling," you explained. "Besides, since when are you concerned about someone watching us?," You asked and giggled shortly after. You placed hands to his chest and leant forward, rubbing your naked breasts against his chest covered under grey shirt. You nibbled onto his earlobe. "I thought it's turning you on, actually."

Sam sat up and wrapped his arm around you. "Well it's our baby after all, I don't want it to see those stuff until it's 18th birthday." He joked and kissed you deeply, suddenly Sam hissed. "Fuck." He pulled away to take a look at his hand, it was bitten. The parrot look at him from behind you.

You laughed and got off his lap. "I think no pussy for you tonight then."

"I guess so." Sam said with a heavy sigh, he quickly found his jacket.

"Cookie?" Parrot asked, tilting it's head.

"Yea, here." Sam muttered giving the last cookie to the bird. "I think we will have a lot things to adjust. When it comes to us and parrot."

"Like what?," You asked slipping your naked body under thin quilt.

"Teaching him that we need some private time too and learning that we have... feathery baby." Sam joked and removed his pants and shirt to join you under quilt. He sighed and pulled you closer, soon parrot tried to squeeze between two of you.

"Come here, little one," you let the parrot placed itself between two of you. You pressed your lips to little head which was accompanied with loud, squeaking "hello".

Sam looked at you with a frown. "Shall I be jealous?" He asked.

"Maybe," you replied.

Sam laughed quiely and pulled you a little closer, being careful to not hurt the bird. "You are lucky I love you." He said and kissed your forehead. "And I think I love you too. Even if I am a litte jealous." Sam muttered before kissing parrot's head.

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[durrtydawg]

Sam Drake Masterlist✨

(because, let’s be honest, who tf else am I going to write about?)

Completed:✅ In progress:✒️ Minors DNI:🔞

The Itty Bitties: Requests and Drabbles

Somnoph1liac!Sam 🔞- {Request}

Oral Headcanons 🔞ft. The Uncharted boys (Sam Drake/ Nathan Drake)- {Request}

Domestic Headcanons - {Request}

WOUNDED - {angst one-shot- Request}

Sam 'taking care' of you while you're sick - {Request}

One Bed - {Request}

The Big'uns: Fics & Longer One-Shots

Best Served Cold ✅🔞 (part 1) 

Six months after double-crossing Sam, you find yourself trapped in the same building as him, both looking for the same artefact. If he finds you, you’re fucked. In more ways than one.

A Taste of Your Own ✅🔞(part 2)

Sam's had his fun with you, and earned thousands from screwing you over. Absolutely ravenous to see him humbled, you've devised a plan to get your own back. You could've been the bigger person and let it all go, but it's much more fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. Right?

(two-part series, smut, dubcon warning)

(ao3)

Look, Don't Touch ✅🔞

A forced lesson in chemistry isn't really ideal when you're stuck in an alchemist's trap-riddled crypt with someone you have feelings for. A necessary evil, though? Perhaps.

(angsty, yearny, sex-polleny smut. very long.)

It's the Adrenaline ✅️🔞

It's incredible what a little fight-or-flight and your first proper bed in days can get you roped into. Literally in Sam's case.

Lump ✅️🔞

A love letter to anyone seeking a bit of body positivity. A bit of angst, a bit of hurt/comfort, nsfw warning.

A Brief Encounter ✅🔞

You’d agreed not to give each other gifts this year, but after a rather crass Secret Santa gift from Sam at his brother’s Christmas party, it’d be rude not to return the favour. So, when he subtly beckons you to meet him into his brother’s airing cupboard, you’re all too happy to accept the invitation.

Fructose ✅️🔞

A 'normal' life isn't all bad. Especially when it involves a picnic in a secluded part of a nature reserve, gorgeous natural lighting, and plenty of strawberries- they're an aphrodisiac, apparently.

I Think We’ve Got Chemis-tree✅

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It's the lead up to Christmas, and as Sam's best friend, it's your responsibility to drag him out of his post-break-up depression and throw him right into a foray of festive fun. However, the more time the two of you spend together, the harder it's becoming to shrug off the odd feeling you both keep getting around each other...

(ao3)

Wine, Wine, Whine. ✅🔞

Sick of hearing about your terrible tinder dates, Sam entices you into a pretty unforgettable mutual experience. Shame about the awful wine, though.

(one-shot, smut)

(ao3)

Hot (and by that I mean it’s summer time). ✒️

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

(ao3)

The Sadir Inheritance✒️

2 | 3 | 4 | 5

The lure of adventure and the promise of a handsome sum of money may not be the only attractive thing about this expedition…

A ridiculous series of events that ensues when a headstrong twenty-something tags along with one Samuel Drake to help uncover his latest discovery.

(ao3)

[hogarthwrites]

illicit affairs

pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/f)

genre: smut, drabble, rival newscasters AU

warnings: graphic sex

words: 618

summary:

You weren't supposed to be sleeping with the charming newscaster for the evening news, but you just can't resist his charm.

note:

Just a lil drabble that's been on my mind.

It wasn't easy being the face the city always looked forward to seeing in the morning from Monday to Friday. You were always up by 3 AM and you always got to the studio before sunup. It was important to smile no matter how you felt and you make sure the good citizens of Boston, Massachusetts always had someone to greet them a “wonderful and bright morning!”

Your smile didn't end until you knew the cameras were off. It was routine and after shooting live, you went off to back to back meetings. By the time you were done with the day, the staff for the evening news were coming in, including Samuel Drake.

Sam was the anchor for the evening news along with his younger brother, Nate. They were both charismatic and painfully good looking, but they were also your rivals, always fighting for who has the most views. You were the sweetheart everyone looked forward to seeing in the mornings, but the Drake brothers were who they couldn't wait to get home to.

Unfortunately, you were also sleeping with Sam.

“You look good,” Sam walked up to you as you filled your thermos with water for the commute home. “Miss me?”

“No,” you stuck your tongue out. “Nothing will ever make me miss you, Samuel.”

“I don't know,” his voice got low as he leaned closer to you so no one else can hear. “It didn't sound like it when you were face down on my bed last Friday night.”

“Sam,” you hissed through your teeth, eyes darting around the canteen. Luckily for you, there was just one of the interns napping on the sofa in the corner. “That stays between us.”

“Come on, baby, you know I don't kiss and tell.”

You rolled your eyes and screwed the lid of your thermos on tight. Last thing you wanted was for your water to spill on the train again.

Sam’s attention had diverted to a mug on the counter that said “Fish Fear Me” and he chuckled to himself. He was already in his suit and he looked handsome as he smiled, his warm brown eyes then settling on you. “Who owns this?”

“I don't know,” you tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “Come meet me in my room.”

As soon as the doors were closed, Sam had you bent over your makeup table, watching yourself get fucked in the mirror. Sam was still in his well-pressed suit, ready to go live on camera, but at that moment, he just wanted you bad.

His hand clasped around your mouth, suppressing a moan you saved only for him. No matter how much you hated him, it was bliss being in his arms.

It didn't take long for Sam to hit his climax, roughly thrusting into you a few more times as he spilled his seed inside you. You were close behind, whispering “yes, yes, yes!” as you let yourself slump over the table.

Sam had a smug grin in his face as he tucked his cock back into his pants and smoothed his hair back. It was like nothing happened.

“This weekend again?” He whispered as he kissed you, casually rubbing your clit slowly, the overstimulation making you moan deeply.

“My place?” You said, your voice as shaky as your legs.

“I'll see you there,” he gave you a crooked smile.

There was suddenly a knock at your door.

“Um, I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen my brother?” Nate asked. “We're on in five.”

Sam kissed you quickly and straightened his tie. “Showtime.”

You fixed your clothing and rolled your eyes at him. “I hate you so much.”

“I hate you too, sweetheart.”