#dealer!sam

[samandcolbyownme]

I got the itch to write dealer!Sam, so that’s what I’m doing. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of weed, flirting, kissing, rough actions, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word Count: 2.3k | unedited

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You have a small smile to the man who helped you out of the car, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Not a problem, Miss y/l/n. Enjoy the party.”

You smile and walk up to the door, mumbling to yourself, “I definitely won’t.” You take a deep breath, sighing as you walk through the doors.

This hotel was absolutely breathtaking.

Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, sculptures incorporated into the ceiling works, it was like you walked out of real life and entered something of the fairytale sorts.

“Champagne, Miss?”

You look up at the guy holding the tray of glasses holding bubbly, and you groan, “Yes, please. Yes.” You take the glass off of the tray and down it within seconds, “Hold on.”

You place the empty glass on the tray and the water raises his brows as you down the second glass, “Do you want the third one or should I just walk away?”

He laughs as you look at him and you smile, laughing softly, “I’ll take the third, please.”

“It’s yours.” He smiles and gives you a nod, “Enjoy your night.” He walks away and you bring the glass up to your lips, sipping it as you move to walk around.

“I thought big parties weren’t your thing?”

You turn around to your friend, Alisha, “They’re not, but you know I can’t turn down an open bar.” You joke, bringing the glass up to your lips.

“You mean, you can’t say no to Sam.” She smirks and shakes her head, “I know you, y/n. You can’t lie to me.”

“Okay.” You roll your eyes, “You got me on that one, but we just friends, you know. He deals me weed and we keep it at that. Easy peasy, lemon squeezey.”

“You’d let him squeeze your lemon if he asked.” She laughs into her glass and you push her, “Oh my god, shut your mouth.”

You take a sip of your drink, “But yes.”

You both laugh and you look around, “Speaking of. I gotta find him. I need to place an order.”

“You’re out already? Didn’t you just see him two days ago?” She raises her brows and you shake your head, “No, no. I want..” you move in, “I want to see if he has anything right now. I’m anxious as fuck being around all of these rich people.”

“Y/n.” She pauses, “You’re a part of these rich people.”

“What? Just because I’m good friends with the son of the people who own this place?”

She nods, “Yeah. Kinda.”

You shake your head, perking up when you see Sam making his way down the steps, “Oh. There he is.” You chug your drink and hand it to Alisha, “Take care of this for me?”

She scoffs at your empty glass in her hand, but takes it anyway, “Just tell him you love him already.”

“Not gonna happen.” You glance back at her as you walk away and smirk, turning to make your way through the crowd.

Sam looks around, doing a double take when he sees you. He smiles and lifts his hand to wave, looking back at the man he’s talking to, “Hey, I’ll find you later.”

You smirk, tilting your head as he walks up to you, “I thought you weren’t coming?”

You shrug, “Changed my mind, I guess.”

He smiles, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, I’ve already had three.” You laugh and he raises his brows, “Already? Didn’t you just get here?”

You laugh, “You know crowded places like this make me anxious.” You look around and back at him as he tilts his head, “Uh huh.”

You step closer, “You um, wanna disappear for a little bit?”

“Y/n y/l/n. Are you trying to avoid this party?” Sam fights back a smirk and you sigh, groaning as you tilt your head back, “Sam.”

“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll consider it.” He smirks and you fight back a smile, “I did ask nicely.”

“Did you?” He squints and tilts his head and you laugh, “Sam. Please.”

“Oh beggin’ me now, huh?” He leans in, “I kinda like that.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“Do you?” You ask, rolling with the punches, “Cause, I can do a lot more if you help me out.” You look up at him, tilting your head as you bat your lashes.

“If I give this to you, what do I get in return, hmm?”

You could tell he was joking, but you shake your head, letting out a sigh as you speak nothing but the truth, “Maybe you’ll get the confession of being so in love with you that it hurts, or you’ll get me on my knees, your pick.”

His brows flick up and he takes a shaky breath, “I was thinking more along the lines of you won’t leave this party early but goddamn, y/n.” He wraps his arm around your waist, “I’m good with getting both of those options.” He nods, “C’mon.”

You bite your lip as you walk with him, your hand gripping his jacket as he leads you towards the elevator.

“Sam.” A voice calls out, “Where are you going?”

He turns, you still attached to his hips, “Upstairs.”

The man glances at you and he sighs, “You have the toast to make here soon.”

Sam looks at the elevator as the doors open, “Just stall. I’ll be back soon.” He nudges you towards the elevator and walks in behind you.

The doors aren’t even closed yet and your leg is already brought up next to his hip, his hand holding your thigh as his lips attack yours, “So..” he says in between kisses, “You love me, huh?”

“Yeah, I do.” You smile, tilting your head back as he kisses down your neck, “And I promise, it’s not just because you’re my dealer.”

“Oh good.” Sam leans back, brushing hair from your face, “I was hoping it was my charming personality that caught your attention.”

You laugh, “Yeah, that’s one of the reasons.” You pull him back in, moaning lowly as he bites down on your lower lip.

The doors open and he pulls you forward as he walks backwards off of the elevator. He spins, your hand in his as he leads you down the corridor.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you glance over at him.

He looks over at you as he pulls a keycard from his pants pocket, “My penthouse suite.” He smirks, “That a problem?”

You shake your head as he pushes the door open, “Nothing about any of this is a problem.”

You walk in and Sam is right behind you, his hand grabbing yours as he pushes the door closed with the other, “Where are you rushing off to? Thought you wanted something first?”

“Rearranging things is never a problem.” You pull him towards you, your hands sliding up to push his jacket off of his shoulders as he leans in to kiss you.

He pushes his jacket off before his hands find your hips, squeezing as he walks you back into the wall. His hand slides down, pulling the slit of your dress up further, “God, you are so beautiful.”

You smile against his lips, “I came here tonight just for you.”

“I figured.” He chuckles and steps back, “Come on.” He leads you into his room and you raise your brows, “Wow. All of this and just you?”

He wraps his arms around you and sighs, “Yeah, well that’s what happens when the person you like doesn’t say anything to you until now.”

You roll your eyes with a smirk, “My apologies Mr. Golbach.”

“Mhm.” He smiles and reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek before planting a kiss on your lips, “How about you get that dress off now.”

You feel the zipper on the back slide down, revealing your back and you gasp quietly before it drops down to the floor, pooling at your feet.

He walks you back to the bed, his lips trailing up and down your neck before your legs hit the edge, causing you to sit down.

He drops down to his knees, reaching up to pull your panties down your legs. He tosses them down before pushing your knees apart. You lean back onto your elbows, watching as he lifts your one leg over his shoulder.

He dips his head down, his tongue trailing up your slit and you gasp out, your body shifting as you move your arm to lay a hand on his head, “S-Sam!”

He groans against you as his tongue pushes in.

“F-fuck, fuck.” Your head tilts back, moans leaving your lips as Sam move his tongue to your clit. You watch down at him, his eyes on you as your face scrunches with pleasure, “Sam.. Sam..” you pant, “P-please.”

He pulls away, undoing his shirt as quickly as he can before undoing his belt and dropping his dress pants.

You bite your lip as your eyes fixate on the cock online in his boxers, the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing.

You continue to watch as his boxers leave his body and he starts to crawl up the bed as you move up, lying back as his body hovers over yours.

Your hands slide up his arms, legs spreading further apart as you feel the tip of his cock bump against your folds.

He pushes his hips forward, groaning lowly as his cock enters inside.

You tilt your head back more, the nails on your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as you let out loud moan after moan.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Sam moans lowly into your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, “So fucking good.”

Your arms tighten around his neck as you tilt your head up to smash your lips against his.

He swallows your moans with ease, groaning as his thrusts pick up, “Feel good, baby?”

“Yes!” You moan loudly, gasping as you squeeze his cock, “Fuck, yes, yes. So good!”

He slides his hand up, laying it around your throat as he moans into your ear, “takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

He leans up, hand still on your throat, “Fuck.” He groans as he looks down, watching his cock slip in and out of you, “So fucking hot.”

His eyes move back to your face, head tilting as he watches your eyes roll back with the harder he squeezes.

He bites down onto his lip, tilting his head back before letting go. His lips on hours muffled his groan and you wrap your legs tight around his waist, whining out, “So.. fuuuck, I’m right there, baby.”

Sam sucks a hickey onto your neck, groaning against you as he feels your walls spasm around him. Your limbs holding him tight as your back lifts up off the bed and your moans glide through the room.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, good girl.”

Your breath hitches and your head snaps back to look at him. He smirks, “Ya like that or something?”

“Coming from you?” You smirk, gasping as his thrusts deeper, “Y-Yes.. a lot.”

He bites down on his lip, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I can give you a lot more if you let me.” He kisses up your jaw and to your lips, swallowing your moans as his thrusts resume.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, moaning out as his grip on your outer thigh grows tighter, “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Goddamn.” Sam groans as he buries his face into your neck, moaning as his cock twitches inside of you. His thrusts slow down, slowly pushing his cum deeper into you.

He presses a few kisses to your neck, moving to your lips before rolling off of you, “So, how about that J now?”

You roll over, “Oh fuck, I forgot all about that.”

“That’s what you wanted first, wasn’t it?” Sam chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forward before getting up.

“I mean, it was, but like I said, I’m not worried about rearranging.” You smirk and sit up, moving to grab your panties and slip them on.

You walk over and watch as he brings the joint to his lips, “Here.” He breathes out, “I’m gonna get redressed.”

You groan before taking a drag, turning to watch him grab his clothes. You exhale the smoke, “We still have to do that?”

He laughs, nodding his head as he slips on his boxers and pants, “Yes, babe. We do. Well, I do. If you want to hang out-“

“No.” You shake your head, “I’m good to go.” You take another hit and smile as you walk over to him. You blow out the smoke, “As long as I’m with you down there, I’ll be good.”

“You can be wherever with me.” He smiles as he takes the joint from your fingers. You smile and watch as he takes a hit before giving it back, “You know..” he blows out the smoke, “You’ll have to pay for this later.”

You bite your lip, “Yeah?” You tilt your head, taking a drag, “What do you want?” You hold it for a few more seconds and exhale as he chuckles, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

He flicks his brows up and pecks your cheek, “Get dressed.”

You hand him back the joint and walk over to grab your dress, “You’ll be paying for this later.” You tease as you slip your dress up your body.

Sam walks over, “Yeah, what do you want?”

You smirk, glancing over your shoulder, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

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Wow okay, idk how I feel about this, I like the ending but idkkkkk let me know. I love you all so much for reading my stuff. You mean the world to me! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 173

Danny might have made a mistake. On one hand, thankfully, his class hasn’t realized he’s Phantom, which is good. On the other hand, he’s somehow become their arms dealer after maybe, just maybe er, being done with Skulker’s shit when he was just trying to do his test and er… maybe beating him to a pulp. As Danny Fenton. 

Well, the good news is apparently everyone now thinks that he doesn’t fight back lest he accidentally snap someone’s spine. Which is honestly kind of nice to not have to deal with the harassment anymore. 

How has he become the fenton technology arms dealer though?! Legitimately, he has no idea how it happened except for sleep deprivation and someone mentioning how one of the places that they might be going to for the field trip was Gotham. 

At least everyone has their weapons and knows how to use them when some sort of clown-masked people decide to break into the mall and attempt to take them hostage. So. He guess he can’t complain, and at least he got food that doesn’t come alive in exchange. 

[ri-afan]

Anyone got a story where Amity Park becomes independent without the rest of the USA noticing until some hero stumbles upon (or crash lands in) it?

[samonroegf]

⠀ dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader masterlist

⠀ 　　playlist, now available on wattpad

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᝰ my full masterlist

⠀　　⠀　 meeting each other ⠀　　⠀　　　

⠀　　 ⠀　 school day / game day

⠀　　⠀ 　 texting / late drive

⠀　　��� 　 saturday : daytime

⠀　　⠀ sam’s flashback : the fight

⠀　　⠀ 　 saturday : nighttime

⠀　　⠀　　　 disappearing act

⠀　　⠀　　sam's emotional turmoil

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　 back to school

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　 grounding

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　　the party

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　worth the fight

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ 　planning

⠀　　⠀　　 epilouge : dinner party

⠀ ⠀ flash forwards ; coming soon

[conscydraws]

Order 38. Undelivered.

[fauvester]

clays 11.. a professional robber organizes a ragtag team of thiefs to steal a fortune and his ex-fed ex-husband from his frenemy casino magnate martin van buren

[soath]

Throwing my hat in the ring, I think Sam is going to (not should, going to) most likely come back with some sort of paladin, Most likely ancestries, imo, are dwarf, kenku, or a very small tabaxi. One of the moon people would be fun but it's harder to justify them with good healing abilities, short of some sort of bioengineer themed artificer. Either he utilizes the jail break that was concurrent with the split-party mission to bring in a paladin of a Betrayer god (very juicy potential that brings in god-loyalty from a new direction) or throws a lawful good paladin from Vasselheim at them and watches everyone cringe.

In conclusion: I think they should let Sam play Teven Klask's daughter.

[vlepkaaday]

Since I like Tumblr much more as a platform than the stupid Instagram here's a little piece I did posted here before I put it there

I LOVE DEATH STRANDING. I am a little late to the hype: when it was originally released I tried it on PS5, and didn't get hooked. But when they released it for Apple Silicon Mac I got it for my laptop as I really liked the world building and thought I might give it another go.

And man I got hooked; we got hooked actually, as my gf loves watching me play, and since a couple weeks we like spend evenings in bed delivering packages.

BUT! The Junk dealer/Chiral artist story... I hate the guy. Damn it's so infuriating. We risk our life for this guy, and he immediately sends us to certain death to recover some shit from a BT infested area. Then says we're liars. Then tells us to bring him his GF on our back. And when we do ALL this, the girl sends us email she's not happy with family life and goes back to her mother BY HERSELF. what a bunch of clowns.

[sambuckylibrary]

FRIDAY: April 26 - Dealer's Choice

[samandcolbyownme]

Hey girl I just wanted to tell you I love your drug dealer stuff. Like I don’t know what’s in the air when you write them but they speak to me 😭🫶🏾

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, drug dealer!Sam, mentions of smoking weed, drinking, Halloween party theme, fake weapons, flirting, kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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“Sam and Colby go all out, dude.” Your friend, Mae, looks around, “Holy fuck.”

“I told you.” You laugh, “Sam and Colby love Halloween.” You make your way over to the table and hand her a cup, “I should have smoked before this.”

“Why didn’t you?” She looks at you as you pour liquor into her cup, and you shrug, “I’m out.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have stopped at my guy before we came!”

“It’s okay. I’ll get more tomorrow.” You laugh, “I think alcohol is just fine for tonight, anyway.” She laughs, shaking her head, “I mean..”

“What?” You set down the bottle and look at her, “You mean.. what, Mae?”

She shakes her head, “You could just ask Sam.”

“Why would I ask Sam?” You furrow your brows and she raises hers, “What d- you do know that Sam deals.. right?”

You shake your head, “No.. he never t- Sam is a drug dealer?” You scoff as she nods and you look around, “That’s actually shocking.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t know.” She takes a drink and you point to her, “Is he who-“

“No, no. Josh only wants me going to his buddy.” She shrugs, “I don’t know. He’s weird about it.”

“Are him and Sam not friends?” You ask and she nods, “I mean, yeah. They had a falling out.” You laugh, “Maybe he doesn’t want you providing business to the competition.”

“You know, I never thought about that.” She laughs, “I can’t believe you didn’t know about Sam, does he know you smoke?”

“He has to, right?” You take a drink, “It’s not like I hide the fact that I’m not opposed to weed, you know?”

She shrugs, “I mean, how close are you and Sam?“

“Close enough to know that I like him.” You laugh and she nods, “Oh yeah. I know that.” She smirks, “Maybe you should go see him.”

“I can’t do that. He probably has people around him.” You look around, “I don’t even know where he is, usually he-“

You stop talking as a plastic knife slides against your neck, “Say one word..” Colby tries not to laugh, “and I’ll do it.”

“Hey Colby.” Mae laughs, “Please don’t kill my friend.”

“Alright, alright.” He steps back and moves to stand beside you, “Thanks for coming.” He slings his arm over your shoulder.

“Thanks for inviting us.” You look up at him, “What are you, a priest?”

“That I am.” He motions to his costume, “I don’t know why people can’t tell what I am. I’ve gotten a nun like four times.”

“Oh my god.” Mae laughs and you shake your head, “Hey, you know where I can get a joint or something?”

He nods, “Yeah, Sam’s upstairs. Last door on the right.”

“Why does everyone know Sam’s a dealer but me?” You scoff and roll your eyes, taking another swing of your drink.

“Everyone knows?” Colby laughs and Mae nods, “Literally.”

Colby looks down at you, “I didn’t know you smoked.”

You shake your head and walk away, debating on whether or not you wanted to just bite the bullet or not.

“Where are you going?” Mae walks up to you, “Are you really mad that-“

“No, I’m not.” You laugh, “I’m just, shocked that I didn’t know anything, like it’s actually surprising.”

She nods, “Yeah, Sam looks like such a good boy. I was shocked, too when Josh told me he was. I didn’t believe it at first.”

You bite the rim of your cup and Mae smirks, “Go.”

“Huh?” You look at her and she rolls her eyes, “Just go up. Colby told you where he was.”

“Yeah but-“

“Don’t.” She laughs, “Don’t sike yourself out. Just go.” She pushes you towards the steps and you sigh, “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Good luck!” She calls from the bottom of the steps as you walks up. You shake your head with a laugh and stop at the top as you stare down the hall way.

You drink more than half your drink and walk down the purple lit hallway.

You come to the last door on the right and as you bring your hand up to knock, it opens and Jake stands there with a smirk, “Hey.”

The smell of weed punches you in the face and you smirk, “Hey, Jake. I’m looking for Sam.” He nods and motions behind him as he walks out, “He’s in there.”

“Thanks.” You push the door open and Sam is sitting over by the window, “Well look who it is.”

“You know that really isn’t doing a good job as getting rid of the smell, right?” You smile and Sam shrugs, “I didn’t think so. What are you doing here?” He leans over and ashes the joint out of the open window.

“Um, you invited me to your Halloween party, remember?”

“No, I mean..” he takes a drag, “Up here.”

“Oh.” You close the door and turn back towards him, “I heard you can help me out with something.”

“What’s your poison, sweetheart?”

You bite down on the inside of your lip and you shrug, “I just need some weed.”

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

“Didn’t know you dealt.”

He smiles, taking another drag, “Touché.”

You laugh walking over, “I ran out yesterday, but I figured I’d just get some-“ Sam cuts you off, “Who do you usually go to?”

“I usually hit up Marx.” You bring your cup to your lips and he shakes his head, “Not anymore. You come to me.” Sam stands up, handing you the joint, “I’ll take care of you.”

You smirk, bringing the joint to your lips and taking in a much needed drag, “That a promise?” You ask as you exhale and you close your eyes, “I-I, uh, didn’t- fuck.”

“I mean..” Sam chuckles, “Yeah, yeah I guess.”

You smile and take another drag, walking over to the window to ash it, “How long have you been doing this?” You turn around and lean against it, looking up at him as he walks back over to you.

“Uh, a few years. Three maybe? I don’t know. I lost track a while ago.” He laughs, leaning up against the wall next to you.

You nod, the high feelings settling in quickly, “Yeah, that’s about how long I’ve been smoking.”

“It’s actually-“ he shakes his head as you offer him the joint back, “Crazy how we didn’t know this about each other.”

You nod, “Right. When Colby told me I could find you up here I-“

“Jumped at the opportunity?” He jokes and you roll your eyes, “Actually, I hesitated because I thought we were friends.”

“Huh?” He laughs and you take the last drag before putting it out, “I thought friends were supposed to tell friends stuff.”

“I mean, yeah.. but you never asked.” Sam shrugs and you tilt your head, “Fair.”

“Honestly, if I knew for a fact that you smoked, I would have offered to smoke you up a few times by now.” Sam smirks, “Do you-“

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” He brings a new joint to his lips and flicks the lighter on. You watch as he inhales as he brings the lighter down and you forget that he can tell you’re staring.

“Do you.. like what you see, or..” Sam smirks as he exhales the smoke and you nod, knowing your lies will be completely transparent, “Yeah, actually. I do.”

You keep your eyes on him as he brings the joint up to your lips.

You wrap your lips around the end, taking a drag before he pulls it away, “You’re so pretty when you’re high.”

You fight back a smile as you turn your head to blow the smoke out of the window, “You think?” You look back at him and he nods, taking a drag of his own, “More like..” he exhales, “I know.”

He steps closer and you go weak.

Your knees buckle and he wraps his arm around your waist, “Let’s get you away from the window.” He laughs as he leads you over to the couch and he sits down next to you, “How are you feeling?”

“So much better.” You lean back, resting your head along the top edge, “Thank you.”

He nods, taking another drag, “anytime, y/n.”

Just go for it.

Just do it.

Kiss him.

Your body reacts before you can think over your thoughts fully. You lean over, pushing his hand from his lips and you plant yours on his.

He reacts by laying his free hand on the back of your head and kisses your back.

You move your body to straddle him, kissing back his jaw and down his neck.

“Fuck..” he breathes out, “What took you so long?”

You shrug as you sit up, “Guess I finally built up enough confidence.” You smirk, biting down onto your lip. Sam smirks, bringing the joint to his lips, “I knew you would.”

You roll your eyes, smirking as he pulls you back into him.

There’s a knock on the door and Sam sighs against your lips, leaning back to yell, “Not now!”

“C’mon man. I need somethin’!”

You look down at Sam and nod, “Go ahead. I can wait.”

Sam cups your cheek and sighs, “I’ll be quick.” He leans up, pecking your lips before you move off of him. You watch as he walks over to the door and cracks it open, “What do you need?”

“Like an eighth or so.”

“Give me a minute.” Sam closes the door again and walks over to the desk. You spin around, watching as he glides through his process. After a few minutes, he walks over to you, placing a new joint in between your lips and handing you his lighter.

You light it, watching as he walks back over to the door, “Sixty.” He reaches out, taking the money before nodding, “Thanks.” He closes it, locking it, and then turns towards you, “Alright. Now that that’s taken care of.”

He walks back over to you, kissing you as he lays you back on the couch, “I want you to relax for me.” He takes the joint from your fingers, eyes on you as you exhale awhile giving him a nod.

He pushes up the skirt to your costume and bites his lip, “You’re so hot.”

You smirk, spreading your thighs as you bend your knees up, “So are you.”

He chuckles and shakes his head as he holds the joint between his lips. His hands slide down your thighs and his fingers hook over your panties.

He pulls them down over your hips and up and down your legs. He drops them to the floor and pulls the joint from his lips as he sighs, “You have such a pretty pussy.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up and your heart starts to pound as his hand inches closer and closer to your clit.

He takes another drag, his thumb pressing to your clit which earns a moan from you. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before he exhales.

You inhale the smoke and moan as he slips a finger into your achy cunt, “F-fuck.” You breath out, “More, Sam. Please.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He leans up, taking another drag, and you whine as he slowly adds in a second finger, “Only.. for you.”

“Only for me?” He tilts his head as he exhales and you nod, “Only for you, baby.”

He smirks and glances down to watch his fingers slowly thrusts in and out, “You��re so wet already, goddamn, babe.”

Your jaw falls slack as whines spill out, your eyes staying on him as he continues to take drags from the burning joint between his fingers.

Your hand slides down between your thighs, your fingers pressing to your clit to draw circles.

“You close, sweetheart?” Sam asks as he leans forward, stretching to place the done joint in the ashtray. He looks down at you and you nod, “Y-yes.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then temple, cheek, then finally your lips, “you sound so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You moan more, your hand sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his sweatshirt, “Fuck, Sam.” You whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers, “I-“

“You got it, baby. Let go.”

Your eyes roll back and moans leave your lips in a constant string. His fingers guide you through as your hand slowly comes to a stop on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck.” You gasp out, your thighs tightening around his arm, “Sam!”

His fingers come to a slow stop as your legs relax, falling outward and you look up at him with a smile, “Are we done?”

He shakes his head, “Not even close.”

He moves to stand up, pushing down his joggers, and boxers, before sitting down, “C’mere.” He reaches over, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

You move over, swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him once again. Your hands go to the side of his neck as you lean in to kiss him.

The kiss is heated, kinda sloppy.

You both are moaning and his hands are pawing at your hips and ass, “Sit, baby. Please.” He tilts his head back as you kiss down his neck, “Fuck.”

You move your hips, sucking a spot into his skin as his cock slides against your folds.

“D-don’t tease me.” He chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening, “Please.”

You kiss up to his lips, pausing as you slide down onto him, your gasps mixing together.

You start to move up and down, his arms wrapping fully around as his one hand rests on your ass, “Fuck, yeah, baby. Just like that.”

You tilt your head back, “oh my god.”

There’s another knock on the door and a jiggle of the handle and Sam groan as he looks over at the door, “Fuck me.”

You turn his head back towards you, “I am.” You crash your lips onto his and he slides a hand up to your hair.

You moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling as he thrusts upward.

“Yo, Sam! You in there?!” Colby yells and before Sam can yell back, you lay your hand on his cheek, “Ignore him.”

You press your lips to his and he leans over, laying you down on the couch.

“You feel so fucking good.” He moans against your lips, his thrusts picking up, “fuck, fuck.” He kisses up your neck and moans lowly in your ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your back lifts up off the couch, your moans growing louder as you feel a second orgasm making its way around, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.”

Your legs tighten around him, your fingers slipping under his hoodie to dig your nails into his skin, “Oh my god.”

Everything was heightened, you felt like you were floating. Stars were forming behind your eyelids and all you could do was whine.

“So fucking good.” Sam groans deeply, “so f-fucking good, baby.” His lips attach to yours, moving in a heated embrace as he swallows your moans that slip through.

“M’close..” he grunts, his thrusts flipping to a sloppier pace, “where do-“

“Sit.. sit down.” You press your hands to his chest, pushing him upward. He leans up, pulling out of you to sit down and you quickly slide to the floor, positioning yourself between his knees.

You waste no time leaning up and taking his soaked cock into your mouth. Your head bobs up and down as your tongue flicks at the tip.

“Holy.. fuuuck.” He groans out, his hand moving to the back of your head, “J-just like that, baby.” He bucks his hips and you push your head down more, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel his cum shoot into your throat.

You lift up, bobbing slowly as he comes down, and you lean back, licking your lips as you give him a smile.

He shakes his head, his brows raised as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, “I think I just fell in love with you.”

You laugh, “Can’t say I haven’t been so..”

“What? In love with me?” Sam asks as stands up to fix himself. He glances over as you bend down to pick up your panties from the floor, “I mean, yeah. I can’t lie to you.” You laugh, “I’ve always had a thing for you, like I’ve said.”

“Finally just had enough confidence to say something.” He teases and you roll your eyes, “Uh huh. Just like you knew I would.”

You smirk as you slip your panties back on and he walks over to you, “Top drawer of the desk, there’s a thing of joints. Get one and relax.” He pecks your lips, “I’ll be right back.”

“Gotta go see what Colby wants?” You ask as you walk over to the desk, and he nods, “Yep.”

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Thank you so much for reading. I love you so much. I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[wombpala]

Okay, so you know how Ruby was deeply devout, with this intense religious fervour and devotion to the return of Lucifer, and this image of Sam as the demon messiah? By the standards of Ruby's religion, what kind of blasphemy do you think it was when Meg possessed Sam, AKA Lucifer's vessel, and just...took his body out for a joyride for no actual reason but fun.

the fact that they never had meg and ruby interact is so disappointing I would've killed to see them snark at each other. fighting over sam like a chew toy perhaps??? ruby being pissed at meg for Profaning the vessel is such a good concept like how does it advance the Cause to make sam smoke menthols and drink malt liquor. answer quickly.

[vyke]

if it were up to me, the hobbits would get back to the shire and go and sleep in their seperate houses. and then sam would wake up the next morning and go 'well this just won't do' and propose to frodo immediately so as to never sleep away from him again.

[samonroegf]

⠀dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader

⠀⠀　　 ⠀　 saturday : nighttime

⠀　　⠀　　　series masterlist

you woke up on sam's chest on your couch, having fallen asleep watching movies and smoking blunt after blunt. he's still asleep under you, looking much more peaceful than he usually did. worry lines not to be found, his mouth is slightly parted breathing heavy as he sleeps.

you just lay your head there listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beat, it's so calming. the evening sun beats in through the windows, casting the usually pale living room in oranges and yellows.

you start to feel him move under you, a sign he is waking up. his eyes flutter, his arms coming to tighten around you.

“hi sleepyhead,” you mumble into his chest, knuzzling into his warmth somemore.

a sleepy chuckle comes from him, his hands coming to cup your ass as he moves you both to sitting up.

“hand me a smoke, would you, doll?” there it is, the soft yet rough voice he gets right as he wakes up. it's the kind of sound that shoots directly to your core. not to mention, him throwing around petnames like it was the simplest thing in the world.

you turn grabbing his pack and his lighter and handing them to him, he takes them pulling out one and lighting it between his lips. you'd be worried about the smell that would linger if he didn't look so hot when he smoked.

he takes the first inhale, blowing out the smoke above you, careful so you wouldn't breathe in too much of the second hand smoke.

the hand not holding the smoke, resting comfortably on your ass, gentle rubs against the clothed skin. it makes you hum, it was either that or a dangerously needy sigh.

you curl up into him, your head fitting into the space between his neck and shoulder perfectly. it makes sam want to laugh or something, he wasn't sure. he just loves how perfectly you tend to fit together.

the soft skin of his neck essentially calls out to you, the urge to wrap your lips around the supple skin. he takes another drag off his cigarette, his hand moving from your ass to rub small circles into your hip. just taking in the moment, there's not a lot of soft moments in sam's life. he wishes he could bottle the feeling of being completely comfortable with another person. wishes everyone would look at him like you do, not as a future felon, but like he was worth going to all this trouble for.

it's like the primal urges have decides to take over, your lips sucking on the sensitive skin. his fingers wrap themselves in your hair, holding you to the spot. soft groans falling from his lips, he thanked whatever god existed for allowing you to walk into his life.

sam had never fucked anyone who wanted him, truly. it was always for some free shit, or cause they pitied him. but you, you might be his new favorite drug, make him forget all his worries with that million dollar smile. make him feel real, make him grateful he's still on this earth.

he bucks his hips into yours, the bulge of his cock pushing into your clothed cunt, the material of your leggings not protecting you very much. it causes you to whine, loosing any grasp on staying afloat. wanting to lose yourself in all that is sam monroe and the lust that's coursing through your veins.

you grind down into sam, the cigarette hung from his lips and he uses both hands on your hips to help you relieve some of your frustrations.

“sam, sam, please, please.” you're pleading, begging, praying, you don't even know exactly what you want but you know you need it right now. you're nuzzling into his neck, nose rubbing into the harsh line of his jaw. it's something sam could get used to.

he laughs lowly at you, can't help but think you look so cute, all needy and pathetic for him.

“sammy, don't laugh at me, please need you.” you whined again, still grinding your hips into his, fuzzy with pleasure and frustration.

he helps you take off your leggings and pulls his cock from his pants, not bothering to take his clothes off. the cigarette now out on the table, long forgotten. lips envelope yours hungrily, tugging at clothes and skin, anything for the two of you to be as close as possible.

“you ever done this before?” his forehead is pushes against yours, rugged breath falling from both of your lips, his cock is leaned against your stomach. he has to ignore it, as not to think about just how he was about to fill you up.

“mhm.” you mumbled a little embarrassed, talking about sex or anything related to it always made you feel flushed. didn't matter who it was with or where or why, it just made you nervous. nodding your head against his.

he brings some fingers up to your lips, “can you wet these f'me?” he voice is husky as he talks, and you gently wrap your lips around the appendages. allowing your tongue to swipe over every crease and crevise of skin, until his fingers were dripping. if he wasn't so excited to stretch you out, he would've came right there. still had to fight it off.

his fingers go down to your crying cunt, the wetness of your saliva, helps his fingers to slide into your hole. not that it was needed, sam quickly noticed that you were already soaking. even leaving a small wet spot on his dark jeans.

his fingers stretch your walls, the feeling is intoxicating but not enough, he rubs your button gently making you grind against his fingers. the corners of sam’s lips quirk up into a smirk, “barely touching you, baby, you just can't help yourself, can you?”

“m jus feel so good,” your heads drops against his shoulder as you continue moving your hips against his hand. it's only seconds before you're coming undone, the coil building in your stomach snapping and makes you moan out his name, “sam, sam sam.” you can't say anything else, “yeah, m right here, cheer.”

he holds you against him, letting your spasming muscles relax and your breathing become less ragged. the fire in your tummy builds up just as easy, remembering his cock is leaking for you.

you start to lift your hips, and he's quick to straighten his cock for you, helping you sink onto his length. he throws his head back against the couch, relishing in the feeling of your walls hugging him.

“so full,” you're whining again, just sitting on his cock, wishing you could memorize how it feels to be intricately connected like this.

“your pretty little pussy taking me so well, doll, like you were made to take my cock,” sam grunt, fucking up into you, taking your hips into his hands so he could use you like his personal little fleshlight.

the way he manhandles you makes you feel dumb, thoughts gone just replaced with how sam makes you feel. you try to move your hips yourself, not wanting him to have to do all the work.

harsh grip on your hips stops you in your tracks, “ah-ah,” he tsks you, holding you in place. it was taking every ounce of self control sam had to keep you from moving and making you both feel good.

“let me baby, let me take care of you, okay?” he's cooing at you, in the sweetest voice, like he didn't plan to ruin you.

you nod, saying nothing the way he talks to you has turned off any functionality of your brain. his hands move your hips and fuck into you at the same time. your hands on his shoulders keep you steady.

he has his lip tugged between his teeth, biting down harshly on the skin. hair matted to his forehead with sweat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. this is the hottest he's ever looked. just focused on making you and him feel good.

“god, look at you, sweet little cheerleader getting fucked dumb by a druggie, disgusting lil freak, huh?” he's looking you in the eyes as he degrades you and it makes you pout, your mouth falling into a perfect ‘o’ shape when his cock hits that special spot that you've never felt before.

his fingers find their way into your mouth, you suck on the digits hastily, as if it will being you closer to the edge. he fucks up into you again, the coarseness of his pubes rubbing against you clit, makes you cum hard. seeing stars, like an out of body experience. a few more strokes, and sam's pulling out to cum on your stomach. last thing either of you need is a baby to watch over too. he pushes up your shirt so not to stain it, and paint your tummy with thick, white ropes of cum. he pulls you in for another kiss and brings you against his chest, and kissing your forehead.

“did so good for me, cheer. such a good girl, you need anything let me know.” he stuffs his dick back into his pants so you can both be more comfortable, pulling a blanket over your half naked body. you curl into him, his warmth.

he lets you lay here for a few minutes, let you recoup. then he's tapping your hip, “come on, baby, you gotta go pee and get cleaned up.” you groan and curl into him more, “don’ wanna, comfy.” you slurred your words from the exhaustion of all that you just did.

he laughs, the noise rumbles through his chest and vibrates against you. you cuddled into him, more, afraid if you let go he'd disappear.

sam might be small, but he's more than he looks like. picking you up, and helping you into the bathroom, setting you on the toilet, a pointed look with eyebrows raised and a playful smile as you smile-frown embarrassed.

“are you gonna watch me pee, too?” you sneered, jokingly. he throws up his hands and turns around, “wouldn’t want you to get too comfy, and not wanna move,” he laugh as he speaks and you just groan. on the inside you're giggling and smiling so big. something about sam makes you want to be happy all the time.

[shinelikethunder]

my other hot take about s11 is that the midseason fics where "Castiel" seduces Dean and everybody except Lucifer has a real bad time are hot, but the world is sorely lacking in versions where Sam walks in on them and Realizes, immediately or eventually, who it is

[chevaliermalfets]

The Fugitive (1993) // Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (2011)

[evillex11]

this awful idea had been simmering in my mind for a while now

there's supposed to be more panels but I forgot them atp 😭