#sam drake x fem!reader

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Update - 3/23/23

I will now write for Sam Drake and Rafe Adler for Uncharted 4, so if you want some sarcastic smarty-pants with birdy tattoos or if you want some ill-tempered treasure hunter with good hair; send in requests!

I also will start writing for Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion) Pedro Pascal, so if you want some brooding detective who really wants to find out what's really wrong with grandma; send in requests!

[issues-galore]

Masterlist of My "Fanfics"

This will be updated as i write more

People i write for-

Dick Grayson:

Jason Todd:

Tim Drake:

Damian Wayne:

John Constantine:

Conner Kent:

Bucky Barnes:

Sam Wilson:

Tony Stark:

Loki:

Peter Maximoff:

Logan Howlett:

Charles Xavier:

Wade Wilson:

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HELP!!!!

Please please please send me ideas guys I'm stuck. I want to write but i have no idea where to start. Please send me ides

[erismerald]

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my loves! I know I have been some time away and without any kind of inspiration, however this has been a very complicated year for me and I have not been well enough mentally to even be able to read or post anything!!! But luckily I am slowly getting better (because i´ve meet someone who´s inspire me, and tbh he is a lot like Sam) and now I feel a little more inspired and motivated to write!!! I wish you a good read and I would like to remind you that my orders will open in a few days or so feel free to send me something!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Semi-Nsfw (sexual tension is in the air for now eheheh) a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,517

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. It's not reprehensible to want something that isn't ours, to desire in the depths of our thoughts something that our heart yearns for, that our body malevolently covets, to be enveloped by the sin that torments our thoughts… during the day it's as if it's just a specter that struts around your heart, but when dusk sets in, this carnal sin dominates every sensation in your body, until the revelry of your hands sliding across your soft skin begins, caressing every centimetre of the core of your body, allowing your thoughts to imagine him in your place… in his most libinous state, such a pure sensation, you begin to imagine his body attached to yours, both in a voluptuous battle to feel more of each other, his lips brushing against your neck and his husky voice a melody to your ears, you imagine his hands pressing you against the mattress, his tongue obscenely tracing its way down between your legs… in the pitch black, you utter his name lovingly like a lover whispering the most lascivious promises, you purr his name, yet your hands caress your core, feeling the wave of pleasure run through every cell of your body… when that pleasure finally sinks in, you open your eyes and feel yourself gasping for breath, and you realise that it was nothing more than your imagination.

You get up calmly from your bed, your body still recovering from the forbidden sensation of pleasure, you see your naked figure in a small worn mirror given to you by the person who kept your mind occupied day and night, quite possibly looted during one of his countless adventures with his companion Sully, and you realise that your face is flushed, ashamed as you remember the previous events, you look away in a struggle to maintain focus, redirect your gaze back to the object and in its reflection observe your nude physique, from your perspective it was no big deal, for many years you hid yourself because you were ashamed of certain features, until you met Samuel Drake, a charming man you were fortunate enough to meet at a conference given by one of your favourite journalists, Elena Fisher. Since then, your friendship and your love for him have intensified, even though you knew that your feelings for him were completely doomed and incorrect… for various reasons: your age difference, your lack of experience in relationships, his lack of interest in you… Sometimes you let your mind wander to the immensity of the women he'd already had and that brought you a feeling of craving… jealousy, but deep down you knew that it was completely impossible for anything to happen between the two of you, he saw you as a godchild, a kid in his eyes… You shook your head in an endeavour to dispel these negative thoughts and focus on what was important at that moment: finishing your college paper, you still had a few days to hand it in but you'd rather get it done before you suffocate yourself with work.

The temperature had dropped over the last few days, you could feel it as you walked barefoot across the cold living room floor of your small flat, your gaze carefully examining the clutter, the abandoned sheets and books in battle, on the living room coffee table, on the desk, even on the kitchen table, you could tell that these last few days had been extremely busy, and a large part of you wanted to finish this work as soon as possible so that you could rest and take a few days for yourself. Contemplating the huge window in front of you, it was raining heavily and the only lights were those of the huge city on the horizon, this kind of weather had been your favourite since you were a child, you slowly made your way through the small room towards the kitchen, a coffee would be your salvation for the night, or so you thought.

The sound of lightning echoed through the sky, hours had passed since you started working, you quickly glanced at the window and the rain had become heavier and steadier, completely distracted by the storm brewing on the horizon, you were surprised by the ringing of the doorbell… you weren't expecting anyone that night… or any other night, but for a moment you felt a wave of anxiety run through your body, who could it be? You walked cautiously to the door and peered through the peephole, holding your breath as you saw who was on the other side… Sam… his wet clothes clinging to his muscular body, his hair in disarray and on closer inspection you noticed that he had a wound on one of his arms and his nose was once again broken… You quickly opened the door, his expression changing from serious to relieved within seconds of seeing you.

"S-Sam? what happened-" your question was interrupted when your bodies came together in an embrace, you could feel his breathing quicken, his body relax as it came into contact with yours, his perfume was intoxicating mixed with the blood that dripped down his arm, his face was hidden in the hollow of your neck and that activated something in your body, a strange warmth travelled through your whole being "S-Sam…?" you asked once more.

"I'm sorry for turning up unannounced, darling, but I didn't have anywhere else to go so I thought I'd pay my dear Y/N a visit." For a few seconds his raspy voice against your neck provoked another feeling, a river of pleasure emerged from between your legs, but you put that thought aside when you smelled the alcohol, he was drunk… and had most likely got into some kind of bar fight. As much as it pained you, you pulled your bodies apart and looked straight into his eyes, you had to take care of him, he needed you right now.

"Come on… Let's take care of you, big guy" he chuckled softly, and with a little effort you managed to get him to the sofa, but when you got there you unbalanced yourself on one of your books and almost fell on top of him "S-sorry, the mess is huge, I've been busy-" your eyes met and you could see amusement in the depths of his eyes, his gaze analysed you calmly from top to bottom, your heart started racing, you could feel his breath close to your lips. … but you quickly pulled away, you knew that look wasn't really directed at you, you knew that because he was drunk he could do and say things that he didn't really feel. "Whilst I get the first aid box, please Sam stay still" you stood up from your position, you heard a snort of laughter coming from him, you could feel that cunning old man smirk

"Your house… your orders love, I promise I'll be quiet" he said as you walked away towards the bathroom, picking up the small white box, you stopped in front of the mirror, you were flushed red, your breathing fast, you couldn't get out of your head the image of him lying on your sofa, his sweatshirt clinging to his body… for a man in his 40s, he's too well preserved… you got lost in your thoughts and only came back when you heard his voice pulling you back to reality "What's up Y/N?" his voice was mesmerising, once again you tried to push those thoughts out of your head, you had to focus on the task at hand.

You quickly return to the living room, Sam was sitting on the sofa going through some of your papers when you arrived. "You've been really busy, huh? Have you had any time to yourself? with so many books around I don't think so" he said as you made room to sit next to him, every touch of your skin, even covered by clothes, made your blood rush through your veins "please can you pull up your sleeve? It's funny that every time we meet I have to look after you and yes I've been busy unfortunately" you sighed opening the box and taking out some of the materials you'll need, he smiled as he took off his shirt, as you turned to him you saw his naked torso in front of you, you automatically got embarrassed and looked away, he saw you blush and smirk, he knew the effect he had on you, the air around you was hot. … you wanted to focus on the task at hand but you couldn't, the sensation of his body close to yours, the heat he emanated… it was like a drug was affecting you, but with a lot of effort you managed to finish bandaging his arm. You felt his gaze intensify on you, those earth-coloured eyes analysing every bit of your skin exposed by the pyjamas you were wearing. Sam had looked at you like that before, but on all those occasions he had been drunk, and in an attempt to divert the subject you asked him how he had got himself into that state.

"Well, I'm in town for a few days, Victor and I think this might be our next clue to an artefact we're looking for, and since I had nothing to do I went for a drink, but I think I pissed someone off by trying to flirt with the barmaid…" he said, leaning back on the sofa. Jealousy… That feeling from earlier again… Anger and insecurity ran through your head, and you weren't even listening to what he was saying anymore, it was as if your mind had focussed on that one detail, it was obtuse to think of him as a lover, let alone be jealous of something that wasn't even yours, but that feeling was consuming you and you only managed to return to reality when you felt his touch on your arm "Hey? are you listening darling?" You immediately looked at him, you could feel tears forming in your eyes and so as to avoid having to deal with questions or the feeling of pity, you got up and walked to the kitchen "I'm going to make some coffee", was the last thing you had said before leaving the room.

You shouldn't feel angry, you shouldn't even desire what isn't yours, but somehow that feeling consumed your whole being, just imagining the women who warmed his bed, the cries of pleasure that came out of their mouths, the touches, the words spoken… everything you couldn't have but wanted, everything you longed to have but once again didn't have… you let your mind wander, until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, you looked back and Sam's face seemed somewhat saddened to see you like that, neither of you uttered a single word, but the silence was quite comfortable, but unfortunately you couldn't hold back the tears that you had fought so hard to keep in your eyes, and finally they dripped down from your eyes, wetting your face. Sam stroked your arm first, pulling you closer to him, cutting the space between the two of you, and gently lifted your chin so that your eyes meet, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks with his thumb, without cutting your gaze… inside you were nervous, sad, but the feeling of his caress made you feel at peace with yourself.

"Tell me, dear, what's wrong? You know you can trust me with everything" he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into his arms, the only thing you knew how to do was hide your face in his chest, hugging him tightly… asking the gods that this moment would last forever.

"Sam… I… I know I shouldn't, I know it's not the right thing to do, but I've had feelings for you since the day we met… every time you call me, every time we meet, I wonder when I'll be able to see you next… you've stolen my heart in a way that I can't even express myself…" You said softly, still hiding your face in his body, "I long for something that isn't mine, and I get jealous every time I know that someone else is taking the place that could be mine in your bed… next to you." Saying this out loud was a really difficult task, you didn't want to give in to temptation, but you couldn't bear to let yourself feel this anguish any longer, no matter how much you'd be rejected, you'd rather tell him than hide it. Sam once again grabbed your chin and forced you to look up. The light around you was tenuous, and you could hardly see what was around you, but for mere moments it was just the two of you in that kind of darkness. You felt Sam slowly approaching you, his lips brushed your neck "Do you want me?" he said as he gently kissed your exposed neck "Sam…" you felt his tongue drawing little 's' on your skin "Answer me darling, do you want me?" his lips moved up to your lobe, nibbling, letting out a slight moan, "Y-Yes… " you answered breathlessly, he pulled away, leaving you in the interlude of a forbidden pleasure, your eyes locked once more, one of his hands rested on the side of your face, forcing your lips to be mere millimetres apart, the other slid down your body until it reached your waist, pulling you towards him, claiming you as his.

"My dear Y/N, ever since I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted you… no other woman can fulfil the desire I feel for you… i thought you'd reject me so i didn't go through with it, but god damned, each night i wished it was you whispering my name, that it was you moaning with each thrust, that it was your heart that beat close to mine after we fell on the mattress tired and sweaty from the carnal battle that neither of us had won" and with that he sealed your lips, you felt his tongue asking permission to enter and you gave in, you were both gasping, but the fight didn't stop there. With a simple gesture, the hand that was holding your waist lifted you up onto the stall, forcing both your legs open, where he positioned himself in the middle, his kisses went down to your neck once more and all you could do was moan his name.

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝…

[festivalsofmargot]

Table of Contents!

Making a pinned post for all of my stories in case anyone wants easy access! Will edit as I post more.

Sebastian Sallow:

Pining in Potions Class - Pure fluff story, standalone, gender neutral

Pretty Thoughts - Involves kissing, standalone or follow up to Pining in Potions Class, gender neutral

Selfless - Involves kissing, standalone or follow up to Pretty Thoughts, gender neutral

You Are a Memory - Involves 18+ scenarios, kissing and sex, could be a follow up to the above 3 stories or standalone, gender neutral

Gall of a Gryffindor - Involves kissing, standalone, gender neutral

Sour Times - Bully Sebastian with a bullied Hufflepuff, involves kissing and angst, standalone, gender neutral

My Sleep Remedy - 18+ scenarios, standalone smut story, female reader

The Northcott System - Involves kissing, underage drinking, fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Sebastian Sallow Discovers ASMR - Involves kissing, fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Garreth Weasley:

Freckled Serotonin - Involves kissing, super fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Blood Sport - 18+ scenarios, Standalone or continuation of Garreth’s portion in ‘The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion’, angst and smut, female reader

Illicit Affairs - 18+ scenarios, Dad!Garreth Weasley x Professor!Reader, smut with a plot, angst without a happy ending, standalone, female reader

Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Garreth Weasley Imagines:

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy - Involves kissing, standalone, gender neutral

The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion - Involves kissing & angst, standalone, gender neutral

Non Hogwarts Legacy Fics:

A Man of Fortune - Uncharted 4 fic, Sam Drake x Fem!Reader, involves kissing, standalone

[infernalodie]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 || 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴“

Inspo: Bryson Tiller - Finesse (cover) Bryson Tiller - Leaning Ft. Tory Lanez, PARTYNEXTDOOR PARTYNEXTDOOR - Come and See Me ft. Drake

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Black!Fem!reader x Chad Meeks-Martin

Summary: Their finesse was just enough to have you hooked...

Warnings: Angst, smut, threesome, Sub!reader, Switch!Tara Carpenter, Dom!Chad Meeks-Martin, oral, virginity loss, bulge kink, mommy kink, daddy kink, poly relationship, just incredibly soft.

Words: 2725

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

The blunt smoke filled the small confinements of your bedroom, mixing with the smoke from your bedroom after your shower. Music playing through your laptop resting on your dresser. Bryson Tiller’s lyrics play beautifully through your entranced gaze, lips mouthing the words. Humming whenever you were keeping the end lit, staring at the burning herb intently with a growing suffocation in your chest. The loud bustling streets of New York kept you up throughout the night and you were lucky to live with two people that could give a shit about what you did with your free time out of work.

Over the music, you knew Sam and Tara were awake. Either watching a movie or experiencing the same thing as you. After the attack in Woodsboro and the very long night with Richie’s family, sleep had become a second thought. And if you did sleep, you did it with the assistance of weed that clung to your senses. It was only those times that you felt at peace with the shit around you and you enjoyed it.

It also helped remove your hearing from Tara’s room that was next door to yours. Her moans, Chad’s groans, it fucked with your head. You were surprised you had managed to stay here as long as you have under the conditions you were placed under regularly.

Lifting your head at the sound of knocking, you hummed loud enough for the person to hear. The door cracked open a bit, revealing Sam with a soft smile. “You wanna have dinner with us? Chad and Mindy are here.”

“It’s 11:23 PM, Sam. You don’t think this might cause a noise complaint?” You asked, placing the blunt between your lips as you looked around your room for some pants to wear.

“You are the only person that would worry about that,” Sam teased, laughing softly. “Come out when you’re ready. We can wait.”

“Wait. I didn’t even say I would-” Your words fell short with the door clicking shut, silencing whatever protest you had. Your lips pursed, dropping the towel covering your top and bottom and searching for some clothes. In the aftermath of the attacks, taking care of your personal space fell short as well as your health. And the addition of two people you had crushes on fucking in the room next to yours didn’t help with getting back on track.

So, with a heavy heart and an annoyed mood, you slipped on some boxers and a thin white crop top. Placing the blunt between your lips before you opened your door to get sight of the kitchen. Seeing the core of the group standing around talking and laughing. But more notably, Tara and Chad were hanging onto one another.

Although your chest ached at the sight, you had to admit that they were cute together. Anyone either of them were with made them an ideal image of what should be expected from a relationship. Tara was soft and confident, not afraid to show off who she was with like they were some sort of higher being compared to her. Chad seemed like a douche with his varsity jacket, but he was loving to the ones closest to him. He defeated the image people gave him years ago.

They were perfect for one another and that’s what makes it hard for you.

But you had managed to keep it obscured by compliments for the couple and smiles that would deter them from thinking otherwise.  And so far, you were able to convince yourself there wasn’t anything else on your end except happiness for the two.

The clicking of your door shutting grabbed Mindy’s attention. Her lips tilted into a smile as she walked over. “Hey, sweetheart,” she greeted softly.

You smiled, pulling the joint from your lips, soaking in the warmth of the girl's arms, hugging her firmly. “Hey, M.”

Although you couldn’t be sure, you had a suspicion Mindy knew of your feelings for the pair. Or for one of them. She didn’t make it well-known. Only giving you a sympathetic look whenever you were caught staring at the couple longingly. And to be honest, you preferred it that way. The less one knew, the better.

“Are you having dinner with us?” Chad inquired, smiling. “I heard Sam made your favourite meal.”

Pulling from Mindy’s hug, feeling her arm slightly tighten around your waist, you hummed. “Uh, I think I’m just going to sleep. You guys enjoy yourselves.”

Tara huffed, pouting. “C’mon, Y/n. You haven’t had dinner with us since we moved to New York,” she whined. “Just tonight, please.”

Having them both plead and almost be interested in you attending the diner made your heart swell. But you couldn’t just hang up your feelings and feel relinquished by their effect when you were near them. This whole crush thing was still very new to someone who had felt protected by it because of them always wanting the best for you. So, those two - the pair that never wanted you to date someone undeserving - just turned out to be the ones to hold the keys to your heart. And with something like that, it created a fear of what might happen if you tried to get closer.

Being friends was the only option.

So, you placed the joint between your lips and walked away. Closing your door with a soft click before you pulled the joint away and exhaled heavily. Staring out the window to look down at the busy streets of New York. 

“It’s going to be a long night.”

If you knew that Chad would’ve stayed the night, you might’ve had your music playing louder to hopefully block out the noises from next door. Or you might’ve done a hit off your dab rip and knocked yourself out so you wouldn’t have to listen to them at all.

But it was too late and you were forced to listen to the moans that fell from Tara’s lips. The faint slapping of skin against skin with Chad’s groans and guttural moans imprinting on your mind. No matter how much weed you smoked, it wouldn’t change the growing ache between your thighs that appeared. And the drug only intensified the knot beginning to wind and curl together into something you didn’t have the power of breaking on your own.

That’s why you would just blame the drugs for what you were doing. Stepping down the hall quietly, hoping the floorboards wouldn’t wheeze under the pressure of your feet. Hand resting against the wall, supporting your hazy mind that tried to formulate the multitude of lustful thoughts filling it.

Soon enough, you stood at the door belonging to Tara. It was closed, clearly. And there was still so much time for you to back out on this. Just leave your desire to be dealt with on your own. But you were greedy. For once in your life, you wanted to finally experience or see something you’ve dreamed of for years.

Your hand shakily reached for the knob and slowly turned it. Your face scrunched up, slowly opening it and praying the hinges didn’t give you away. But when they didn’t and you had a sizable hole to look inside you leaned against the frame. The noise coming from the pair was louder now and your imagination was put to shame.

Tara’s back was to you, her hand findings support with their place on Chad’s chest as she bounced on his cock. Her head lulled back with a moan. Chad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, holding the girl’s hips and forcing her to grind against his pelvis. His chocolate-toned skin has marks of red along his neck with Tara’s nails continuing to mark his skin viciously.  There was a faint tremble of his legs when Tara arched her back, hands falling back to his thighs, displaying her chest to the man.

Their movements, the sounds they made, and the heat that had built into the room were incredibly intimate, in their own rough way. It made those desperate thoughts take hold of your hand that slipped past the hem of your pants. Tips of your fingers brushing over your sensitive clit that sought out the need for stimulation. And you were keen to be a little selfish.

You gasped, pads of your fingers pressing to the bundle. Keeping your eyes focused on the fat of Tara’s ass and how easily she took Chad’s cock. It was incredibly hot. Glossing over the girl’s body, you could spot something faint along her stomach. Something bulged with each perfect thrust of her hips. Each time she did so, a whine slithered past her swollen lips.

This was wrong, but it also felt like there was no other possible way to relieve yourself of this ache. Not when you are already this far in. You looked down, seeing a faint damp spot along the apex of your sweatpants that had leaked through your boxers. And it came as a shock to hear Chad hum in approval, earning your attention. Finding him staring with a smirk made you gasp sharply, your body tensing under his gaze.

“Tara, look at that.” Following her boyfriend's stare, she found you staring with your hand still in your pants and a desperate look in your eyes. “Our baby is so needy. Should we help her?”

A slow mischievous smile pressed Tara’s lips. Her eyes rolled up and down your body and absorbed each little detail exposed to her. “C’mere, baby.” Tara’s luscious voice lured you in. Like a lost puppy, you walked in with a guilty layer over your face. Eyes unable to meet theirs for understandable reasons. And soon, you stood by the side of the bed, able to see Tara’s breast which looked better than you had imagined. Or Chad, who you’ve seen almost entirely naked, but with wounds from previous attacks giving it more character and beauty.

It defied every little thing you had once thought.

Tara’s hand reached out to you, gently grabbing you by the hip and pulling you forward to the point that your thighs were pressed to the side of the mattress. She tilted her head, looking down at Chad as she felt his cock twitch inside of her. So, with an idea, she began to rock her hips. It elicited a groan from Chad, who stared at you intently, trying to stop his eyes from rolling back in pleasure.

“Do you like when Y/n watches, baby?” Tara inquired with a quiet laugh. “If you don’t come, maybe I’ll just ask her to join us.” And then she looked at you, seeing you swallow thickly. “Would you be alright with that?”

You nodded a bit too vigorously. It made Tara laugh softly, tracing her hand down your stomach and to the hem of your pants. Chad followed his girlfriend's hand, wanting desperately to see you crumble underneath Tara. “Can I?” Her silent request was answered by a shallow “Yes”.

She breached the hem of your sweatpants, fingertips guiding her toward your slick cunt. You closed your eyes, relishing in her touch until she finally grazed your clit. A whimper spilled out from between your lips, shamefully thrusting, searching for that same splash of stimulation.

It brought a smile to Tara’s lips that parted, diving her fingers through your cunt and moaning at how damp you were for them. “You were right, Chad. She’s fucking soaked.” If you weren’t embarrassed before, you sure as hell were now. Especially when Tara pulled her hand out of your pants and inspected her digits. Scissoring and watching at the strings connecting between her fingers. Lowering her hand to Chad’s lips which parted eagerly, taking his girl’s fingers and sucking them. A deep hum blossomed from his chest.

“You taste- nghn!” Tara interrupted him with a sharp slam of her hips, walls convulsing around his cock

“Why don’t you hop on, baby? I’m sure Chad wants to taste you for himself.” Tara smiled.

Nervously, you stripped yourself of your sweatpants, shirt, and panties before awkwardly getting onto the bed. And the two watched in amusement as you sat above Chad’s face. But the restraint Chad had once had slowly relinquished with her hands grabbing your hips. “I’m tired of waiting.” He yanked you down, heat pressing to his lips.

You gasped, looking down and seeing Chad’s tongue just barely peek out before he licked a thick stripe through your lips. A very loud slurping sound came from beneath as he feasted upon your engorged clit. Humming deeply, sending vibrations through your body in tidal waves. Causing your legs to twitch, lightly squeezing around his head.

Through the haze of pleasure, Jenna grabbed your cheeks, squeezing gently and forcing you to meet her gaze. Finding her lips etched into a grin. “Do you like his tongue inside of you, baby?”

All you could do is nod, melting in her touch. Allowing her to bend, turn, and inspect your body as she saw fit. Giving up full control to the man between your legs and the girl sitting in front of you, getting off on Chad’s cock and your own pleasure.

The knot in the pit of your stomach was growing tighter. Strings keeping you grounded beginning to tear. And Tara got lost in your short gasps, eyes clamped shut, and high-pitched whines.  Your hips grinding messily against Chad’s face, but the taste of your juices and the texture of your puffy clit was too good to care.

And when the strings finally snapped, it was a flash behind your eyes. Body tensing and shivering with a trembling cry tumble from your swollen lips. “Fuck, Daddy!”

That was enough for Chad to become unhinged and wrap his arms around your thighs and keep you seated on his face. Feasting off you like it would be his last meal. And the reaction he earned was well worth it. Legs shaking, nails biting into his chest, choked pants, and a drunken expression on your face.

Tara could feel Chad’s cock twitching with each roll of her hips. If she’d known he had a kink like that, she might’ve used it a while ago. And something about seeing you like this and the acknowledgement that you were bringing out the most feral sides of them wanted her in on the action. “Fuck her with your tongue, Chad.”

He did as he was told. His slick tongue pushes past your fluttering entrance and curls with each thrust. Meanwhile, Tara pressed her fingers to your clit and rubbed tight and quick circles. Sending you into cloud nine as you cried. “Mommy!”

The three of you came undone one after the other in seconds. Beautiful sounds fill the small bedroom with your bodies trembling under the blissful heat of pleasure.

When you came undone once more and the pair’s dual efforts brought you down from the high, you shakily tried sitting up. Your thighs shaking, weak from the ministrations and sensitivity of your cunt. Able to at least move enough to the side to lay down and place a hand over your chest, trying to calm down your thundering heart.

Both of them watched and listen to you in the post-orgasm and could already feel the arousal pooling once more. Your knees were bent and twitching, choked laboured breaths falling from your lips. It inflated their ego’s more than they needed to be.

“I hope you know we aren’t done, sweetheart.” Tara’s words had you lazily turning your gaze to her. Following her figure disappear behind you and lift you to lean against her chest. Her hands squeeze your breasts and make you let out a mewl at the touch. But when you looked at Chad, he was situated between your legs, cock still hard and resting against your stomach.

He leaned down, pecking your lips that you tried to reciprocate to the best of your ability. Pulling away, Chad grabbed the base of his cock and gently tapped his red angry tip against your clit. Smiling in amusement at your sharp cries, your body tensing with each shock of pleasure. “Oh, baby,” he muttered, pressing the tip to your entrance that squeezed around nothing, your body already communicating what you couldn’t. “We’re going to fucking ruin you.”

[cchickki]

My Fanfic Masterlist

My fanfics through the years from both ao3 and fanfiction.net

thinking about opening requests for some one shots soon! i also have more ideas for some shorter fics, but i want to try and catch up on what i'm already working on first

complete - story is finished

in progress - story is among my wips/currently being worked on

incomplete - not sure if i'll ever finish this story

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Thank you all for the support <3

Spiderverse / Marvel

Tomorrow Never Came - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 15/? | rating: M | status: in progress Say Yes to Heaven, Say Yes To Me - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 1/1 | rating: M | status: complete Surprise! - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 2/2 | rating: G | status: complete

HBO War / Band of Brothers

A Woman At War - Donald Malarkey x OC / Floyd Talbert x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 65/65 | rating: T/M | status: complete A Woman At War (Rewritten) - Donald Malarkey x OC / Floyd Talbert x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 13/? | rating: T | status: in progress A Miracle In Bastogne - Eugene Roe / Renee LeMaire ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 6/6 | rating: T | status: complete Embedded - Nate Fick x OC (Generation Kill) ao3 |ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: M | status: incomplete

Uncharted (video game series)

Crossing Paths - Sam Drake x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 21/21 | rating: T/M | status: complete Crossing Paths Part II - Sam Drake x OC / Nadine Ross x Chloe Frazer ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 2/? | rating: T/M | status: in progress Crossing Paths AU Libertalia - Sam Drake x OC / Rafe Adler x OC ao3 | chapters: 1/? | rating: T | status: in progress

Mass Effect

Beyond the Deep - Kaidan Alenko x (Custom) Fem Shep ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 11/? | rating: M | status: in progress

More Stories (misc)

Movies

Serenity - Shu Lien x Mu Bai (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 1/1 | rating: G/K | status: complete Ameliorate - Furiosa x Praetorian Jack (Mad Max) series ao3 | parts: 3/3(?) | rating: T/M | status: in progress

Video Games

Rage Against the Dying of the Light - Astarion x Tav (BG3) ao3 | chapters: 3/7 | rating: M | status: in progress it would feel like this - Gale x Tav (BG3) ao3 | chapters: 1/1 | rating: E | status: complete The Ugly Truth - Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) ff.net | chapters: 1/1 | rating: M | status: complete A Grim Prognosis - Genji Shimada x Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Overwatch) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: T | status: incomplete

Television Shows

Hallelujah - Charlotte "Charly" Weiss x Wilhelm Winter (Generation War/ Unsere Mütter, Unsere Väter) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 4/? | rating: T | status: incomplete Run, Girl, Run - Roman Godfrey x OC (Hemlock Grove) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: T | status: incomplete Joanne - John Shelby x OC (Peaky Blinders) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 8/? | rating: T | status: in progress?

[https-cyber-slxt]

MASTERLIST

DEVIL MAY CRY

Bang Bang Bang Bang: Sub!V x FemDom!Reader

ME!ME!ME!: Solo!Nero

Devils Do Cry!: Sub!Dante x FemDom!Reader

The main 4 with Tall!Reader

Out of Sight, Out of Mind: Sub!Nero x FemDom!Reader

Small Vergil (DmC) blurb

Pose For Me!: Sub!Model!Dante x FemDom!Reader!

RAINBOW SIX SIEGE

Pegging The Boys (h/cs)

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller SFW & NSFW H/CS

RESIDENT EVIL

I'm Sorry!: Sub!Leon Kennedy x FemDom!Reader

Tell Me: Sub!Carlos Oliveira x FemDom!Reader

Leon Kennedy SFW & NSFW H/CS

It's Not Your Fault...: Ethan Winters x Fem!Reader

CALL OF DUTY

Pervert!: Sub!Ghost x FemDom!Reader

Closer: Sub!Graves x FemDom!Reader

After Hours: Sub!König x FemDom!Reader

Fingering Ghost (blurb)

Pegging MW/BO Characters

Incorrect Quotes!

Russell Adler SFW & NSFW H/CS

Ghost & König NSFW H/Cs

BATTLEFIELD

Pac SFW & NSFW H/CS

WATCH DOGS

Cuddling/Sleeping H/Cs

Josh SFW & NSFW H/CS

Wait, Where's Josh? (blorb)

Wrench SFW & NSFW H/Cs

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Fingering Connor (blurb)

GENSHIN IMPACT

Hey, Mickey!: Sub!Diluc x GN!Dom!Reader

MORTAL KOMBAT

Mine: Sub!Fujin x FemDom!Reader

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

California Girls: Sub!Legion x FemDom!Reader

Food Play w/ Renato Lyra

OVERWATCH

Genji Shimada SFW & NSFW H/CS

Zarya & Mei fluffy h/cs

DOOM ETERNAL

Doom Slayer SFW & NSFW H/CS

MISC

Treat Me Like A Slut: Sub!Jack In The Box x FemDom!Reader

Edging(?)Sam Drake

[impala-dreamer]

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~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that's been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Featuring Cameos by Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, and OCs

21,500 Words - 13 Chapters

Series Warnings Include: NSFW. Magic. Angst. Captivity. Mentions of Pregnancy/Pregnancy Talk, Sex. Oral. Threesomes, Slavery, Murder, Blood, Not really all that graphic, honestly. NonCon/DubCon, Bickering. Also lots of love and fluff.

~Sometimes, the person you fight alongside is also the person you with the most. And sometimes all that fighting is hiding other feelings, other desires...~

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

2615 Words

Warnings: Frenemies to Lovers. Talk of hunt gone wrong. Mentions of blood. Angsty fighting. Sexy kissing. PG-13. Young, cocky Dean.

~During a break in her convention schedule, Y/N seeks some peace and quiet but ends up with far more than planned.~

Drake Rodger x Fem!Reader

2,243 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Mutual Masturbation, Age Gap, (Reader is in her late 30s), Fluffy, Sexy, Yummy Smluff

~John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.~

John Winchester x Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Age Gap, Masturbation, Longing

~Alone and unprepared, Y/N goes to collect Dean from the bar and convince him to come home. Sam says he has a cure, and she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to get Dean on board...~

Demon!Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

6,331 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Angst, Smut, Demonic Charm, Fingering and Fucking, Mild Violence, Canon Everything, Choking During Sex, Choking not during sex, Lose of consciousness, Yada Yada

A Story from the YOU Universe

~Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.~

Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) x F!Reader

5,019 Words

Warnings: NSFW.

[shygamergirl01]

In The Next Room

Sam Drake x Fem Reader

(Warnings: swearing, Fluff/Smut 18+ (if you're under 18 please don't read))

(A/n: This is the first fic I'm actually posting on here, I hope y'all like it. This turned out to be more fluff than smut, so if there is a want for a more smutty version of this let me know.)

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Lounging on the bed in my motel room, lazily scrolling through TV channels trying to find something to drown out the sounds coming from the next room.

I've been travelling with the infamous Samuel Drake for a while now, we met through his brother Nathan. Since Nate retired a few years ago, I've been working with Sam and Sully. Which so far has been one of the best choices I've made. It's been great to travel the world with like minded people, doing what you love.

Things have slightly changed between Sam and I since I've developed a crush on the older Drake. I'm not 100% sure how or when, but now I've had to deal with it while spending a lot of one on one time with him.

While we've been in Spain, on the hunt for yet another hidden relic. Sam as made a habit of going to the nearest bar and bringing anything with a pulse back to his room. Which just to be right next to mine, it also doesn't help that our beds are on the same wall, so I have to try and sleep with his bed banging against the wall.

This is the fifth night in a row this has happened and I've had enough, so I angrily pound my fist against my side of the wall. After a moment it becomes quiet on Sam's side, letting out a sigh of relief that it's over I turn off my TV and I begin to get settled in bed.

But I pause hearing a knock on the door. Sighing frustratedly as I put my robe back on and I make my way to the door. Looking through the peep hole seeing Sam in a tshirt and boxers, I take a breath before I open the door for him.

"Are you happy with yourself?" "I don't know what you're talking about" Sam gives me a look which says he's not gonna put up with any bullshit. "Come on, why did you have to interrupt my fun?" "That particular 'fun' may have been ruined, but I'm sure you could go down to the bar and find someone else to have 'fun' with tonight" I turn my back to him and make my way back to the bed.

Sam follows me and shuts the door behind him. "Is that all you wanted Samuel?" I look back at him, hands on my hips. Sam looks at me, with a strange look on his face like he's putting pieces together. "How come you didn't disturb me the last 4 times?" He moves closer, crossing his arms. "Because, I thought you'd stop after the first one. Do you realise how thin these walls are?"

Sam shakes his head "then why didn't you interrupt on the second night, huh?" I open my mouth to speak but I find that I have no rebuttal. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're jealous." My eyes widen at his comment "and why would I be jealous?" Crossing my arms I move away from him but he closes the gap, causing the tension in the room to increase.

"Come on.. you can be honest with me, we're friends right?" I nod "yeah, friends" "so why won't you be honest with me and tell me why you felt the need to stop me from fucking a sexy Spanish lady?" I let out a huff as I shake my head. "I.... just drop it." I turn my back to him once again, not being able to look at him any more.

Sam gets a hold of my wrist, turning me back around and forcing me to look at him. His eyebrows creased with worry, "why can't you be honest with me Y/N?" Tears pool in my eyes, taking a shakey breath "because Sam, I can't afford to make things weird between us."

Sam lets out a small laugh "things are going to be weird between us if you're not going to tell me the truth." I shake my head and wipe my eyes, then I try to escape his grasp but he only made his hold harder. "Sam.." finally looking into his eyes, taking a deep breath before I speak.

"Fine you want the truth Samuel? I have feelings for you.. there, I said it..now you can leave" I forcefully pull my wrist from his grasp. Sam looks at me perplexed, "what? Why won't you just leave me alone?" I try to push him out of the room but he won't move.

His hands find my hips, holding me in place. He stares into my eyes. "I've been into you since Nathan introduced us.. I just wasn't sure if you'd be into me in that way." I stare at him with a blank look so he continues, "I mean look at me, I'm covered in scars and wrinkles.."

Having heard enough I grab the back of his neck and I pull him into a kiss, once the shock passes Sam kisses me back. After awhile we part, "I happen to find your scars hot as hell." A grin appears on Sam's lips at the comment, "is that right? What else do you find 'hot as hell' about me?"

"It's hot when you know when not to push your luck." Sam raises his arms in surrender, "ok.. ok but in all seriousness.. how come we were idiots for so long?" I shrug "your guess is as good as mine, probably fear of rejection?" He nods in agreement "seems the most logical, but now that it's out in the open.. I believe we have to make up for some lost time huh?"

Smiling at eachother we kiss again, much more heated this time. Hands roaming bodies, clothes being removed, hickies forming on skin. Some how we make it to the bed, falling onto it. By this point I'm laid bare before his eyes, feeling his lustful gaze on my bare skin.

"I can't believe we didn't admit feelings earlier, we could have done this much sooner" I nod my head in agreement, enthralled in Sam's bare body. Tracing each tattoo and scar with my eyes, he pulls me from my haze with a tender touch on my cheek.

"Hey.. if you don't want to do this, it's ok.. just because we're into eachother, doesn't mean we have to do anything more than this." As he speaks he caresses my cheek with his thumb. Smiling at him I pull him in to kiss him again, trying to portray how thankful I am that he said what he did.

"As much as I want to jump your bones right now, I don't know how I feel about the fact that you were in bed with someone else less than an hour ago." Sam nods with a awkward laugh, "fair enough, I respect your decision." He kisses my forehead before he leaves the bed and grabs his boxers from the floor putting them on, then tossing me his tshirt smiling.

I slip the tshirt on, inhaling the smell of him. Slipping under the covers, Sam turns off the light and joins me. "You know, my world seems to revolve around you." I turn to look at him, suprised "really?" Even in the dark room I see him nod.

"It's hard to explain.." I place my hand on his face, "I understand, honestly it feels like I can't live without you now." Sam shifts closer to me, "I've lost sleep thinking about you... these last few days.. I can't get you out of my mind." He presses his lips softly to mine but moves away before I can return the kiss, he gives me a sly grin.

"We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow" He rolls onto his back, the arm closest to me lies open. I take the open invitation and lays my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Of course, good night and sleep well Sam" shimmying into his warm frame, I close my eyes and begins falling to sleep.

Sam holds me against him, kissing the top of my head and plays with my hair, smiling up at the ceiling before succumbing to sleep himself.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[ghost-king-kai]

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Fair Warning: Fandoms and characters will be added and removed a lot over time. Apologies in advance if a character or fandom you would like to request disappears overnight. Inspiration comes and goes and this section just reflects what and who I am gladly willing to write for at the time.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Fanfic Friday - 2/31/23

@bluewingedangel

[certifiedstarrr]

introduction

hello dear people of tumblr !

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Get to know the author!

the names riri

ive been a fan of the sturniolos since mid-2021

my birthday is 10.27

i am a twin

still in school

my fav artists are sza, tyler the creator, drake, hotel ugly, nicki minaj, travis scott, kendrick lamar, d4vd, mac miller,cardi b, beyoncé, 21 savage, sexyy red, childish gambino, brent faiyaz, frank ocean,central cee, kanye west, the weeknd

(that was alot)

fav youtubers: sturniolos (obvi), deb smikle, courtreezy, carter kench, scott kress, sam & colby, tarayummy, larray, jake n johnnie, carrington, vincent joseph and dorisxchi !

THE BIGGEST YOUNG SHELDON ENTHUSIAST THERE IS !!

fav character is meemaw ( connie )

my fav color is black, forest green, purple, n blue.

i love sturniolo tumblr.

haitian-american 🇭🇹🇺🇸

i love speaking (i am a GIANT yapper)

fav season is the winter time bc of christmas and snowww

my idols of this community are def anna: @worldlxvlys riyah: @hoesformatt autumn: @lovingmattysposts grace: @lacysturniolo and lele: @vanteguccir !! as of now 3 of them are following me ! (kicking my feet) (unfortunately most of them are not active or have deleted their accounts.*10.8.24*)

love you guys !

My rules n regulations

what i will not write : no incest n shit, absolutely no nick x fem!reader (sexually), no weird and nasty kinks (ex. blood, piss, & shit kinks.), and no giant age gaps.

signed,

small tits with a big ass🎀

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

WHY did I make We’re Burning Down and We’re all thieves in the end reader-fics??? Now I realize, I named the reader from We’re all thieves in the end in the last chapter of We’re Burning Down cause I wanted to cross them over. I hope that doesn’t put anybody off the fics, when I ever finish them. 

[erismerald]

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝚰𝚰

𝐀/𝐍: Greetings my darlings! I hope you enjoyed the first part, as promised here is the second and final part of Thunder Nights!!! I admit that writing this story has given me the motivation to write again and entertain my and your creative mind!!! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy, enjoy your reading!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door... Just the two of you in that flat, the rain and the storm drowning out the obscene sounds that the two of you were producing… A night of first experiences that neither of you would ever forget.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Nsfw, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, worship and praise kink, a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam. first time sex

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

"I promise you won't regret it my fallen angel, my beloved Y/N…" for mere seconds your eyes were locked on each other, as if you were vowing something, something so unholy that words weren't quite enough to portray it, yet you couldn't help but look away as you felt Sam's hands move slowly down your curves, your heartbeat quickening with his every touch, you were completely under his domination and that aroused and fascinated you. … the nights you had dreamt of, that you had longed for his touch, had now become a reality, and you couldn't control your breathing, with every touch you felt like you were going to suffocate with so much desire.

Your lips touched once more, once more that forbidden flavour… that one taste that you knew would be your downfall that night, his hands were firmly on your waist, pulling you tightly to him, and without warning his sinful lips travelled up to your neck, kissing lightly, causing you to release sounds of pleasure that you were trying to repress "don't repress that beautiful melody, my little dove, let that be the music to which our bodies will dance tonight" his voice resonated against your sensitive skin, his lips were quickly replaced by his teeth, leaving little marks, bites of love " so that everyone will know who you belong to darling" he whispered, as his hands slid into the fabric of your pyjamas "S-Sam-" his lips muffled his name, as his hands continued their work. … he explored your skin carefully, so as not to hurt you, until… he reached your breasts, his eyes locked on yours asking for permission, but at that moment you couldn't respond, your breathing was ragged, your heart was beating at an unthinkable pace, your face showed how much you wanted him, but that wasn't enough for Sam.

"Tell me, my love…" he began by lightly caressing them, grabbing them then massaging them "how about we remove this stubborn fabric that keeps getting in the way of my task…" he smirked in your direction when he saw that you were embarrassed at the idea of being exposed to him "Yes? Shall we?" you nodded in agreement… he laughed softly and in less than a second the garment covering your breasts disappeared. Ashamed, you tried to hide it, but Sam didn't let that happen. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and slowly raised them above your head. "Don't hide the beautiful piece of art you are… my God, you're gorgeous… you hypnotise me" he said, licking two of his fingers, from the hand that was still free, and stroking them gently against your nipple. The warmth of the humidity and the chill that the room brought made you gasp. You closed your eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure electrified your body. "Yes…please…" Sam smiled, kissing your collarbone, tracing a path of kisses down to your breasts, sensitive and eager to feel more of that sensation, but instead of being direct, he kissed the valley between them… feeling your breathing cease… you moaned softly when his lips parted from your skin "do you desire me so much that you can't bear to let me part from your skin for a second, darling? " and with that he captured one of your nipples, this time you moaned loudly and felt your hands being freed, falling into his hair and pulling him closer, his tongue danced and his teeth caused an unprecedented sensation in your body, with your legs, you wrapped around his body and pulled your bodies closer together.

"You like this, don't you, angel? "your bodies were so close together that even with your clothes on you could feel his hard member against you and you were delirious, your thoughts were wild and erotic, you fantasised about the things you wanted to do at that moment, you removed your hands from his hair and felt brave enough to explore his body, drawing pleasurable patterns on his skin, listening to his growl as he paid attention to your pleasure, until you finally reached his member, running your hand over it lightly, teasing him, watching his reaction "I'm not the only one who's enjoying this little moment of ours" you whispered in his ear, biting his lobe.

He grabbed your hands tightly and pinned you once, stealing a kiss, while your gaze locked "I'm going to be gentle darling, because if it wasn't our first time I'd already be fucking you on top of this stall, without a second thought" with one of his hands still holding yours he moved your hand to his hard member "this is what you do to me my sweet angel, you hypnotise me, you lead me to lapse into a sinful labyrinth in which my thoughts only focus on being deep inside you, the only thing you're capable of saying is begging for more" that comment made you blush even more, he knew exactly what he was doing. … he knew that it would only excite you more, but for a few moments a wave of insecurity passed through your body, reminding you of the women he had already held in his arms, reminding you that you had almost no experience, and this emotion was reflected in your gaze, his hand wrapped around your face, in a gentle way "what occupies your hermetic mind my love?" you carefully moved his body away from yours, your gaze turned away from his and you faced the floor.

"Samuel, I don't have any experience in this, in fact this is my first time… I don't know what to do, what to say, where to touch you… and I'm ashamed of it, I feel inadequate compared to the women you've been with… "For seconds you felt your eyes brimming with tears once again, Sam analysed your expression, slowly with his hand he caressed the left side of your cheeks, his touch was like hot logs feeding the burning fire underneath your skin, the anxiety was still there but with his touch, you felt your mind dissipate.

"Oh no. You’re not inferior. Those women were my mistakes. All of that was my mistake. I got involved with the wrong people. And you’re not the wrong person. You’re perfect." his lips traced a forbidden path through your flesh, led by passion and his fierce desire for your body "Oh darling… focus on me and how well your body connects with mine, I may have had other lovers before, but they only served as mere apprentices so that I could satisfy you like the mistress you are".

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and desire. You felt his lips, warm and hungry, against your flesh, igniting flames of passion that danced along your nerves. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of your body with a fervor that left you breathless.

With each caress, each whispered confession of longing and need, you felt yourself surrendering to him completely. Gone was the doubt, the insecurity that had plagued you before. In his arms, you found solace, acceptance, and a love so consuming it threatened to consume you whole.

As his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with reverence, you let out a soft moan of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to his devotion, a declaration of his desire to worship you in ways you had only ever dreamed of.

And as he guided you to heights of ecstasy you had never known, you knew that this was where you belonged. In his embrace, in his bed, where his love wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the shadows of doubt and insecurity forever.

Your body hummed with anticipation as he settled between your thighs, his breath hot against you skin as he gazed up at her with hunger in his eyes. She parted her legs eagerly, aching for his touch as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her inner thigh with featherlight kisses.

With a soft sigh, you arched your hips, silently urging him closer, and he obliged, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path towards you pussy. You gasped loudly as he parted your folds with his fingers, exposing you to his starving gaze before diving in with a hunger that left you trembling.

His tongue danced over your sensitive clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision as you writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of his touch. You moaned his name over and over again, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured you with a fervor that left you breathless.

He delved deeper, exploring every inch of your core with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, driving you to the edge of sanity with his relentless reverence. You moaned loud, your body quivering with need as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, you shattered beneath him, your world exploding into a million stars as he drank in you essence, savoring the taste of your desire as you surrendered to the bliss of your release.

As you came down from the dizzying heights of pleasure, you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had brought you to such heights of ecstasy. And as he crawled back up her body, his lips finding you in a tender kiss, you knew that you were truly blessed. "I… done everything right? I'm sorry if I did something that didn't please you -" Sam stopped your train of thought with another kiss, after leaving you breathless once again he looked at you and you could see the affection and desire in his gaze "Princess you were fantastic, your flavour, your voice echoing like a sweet melody, I myself felt hypnotised by every tiny movement of your body." Slowly he moved closer to you, laying your body back against the soft surface, covering every part of your body with his.

For in that moment, as you surrendered to him completely, you knew that you were not just his lover, but his equal, his partner in passion and desire. And as you melted into each other's arms, lost in a world of pleasure and devotion, you knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would burn bright and fierce for all eternity.

Your bodies melded together in a symphony of desire, each movement choreographed by an unspoken understanding of each other's needs. He traced the curve of your hip with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, while you arched your back, offering herself to him completely.

your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues dancing in a primal rhythm as they sought to devour each other. With every kiss, every touch, the intensity between them grew, building to a crescendo of need and longing.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at you delicate skin with just enough force to send a shiver down her spine. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he teased you, driving you to the edge of madness with his gentle ministrations.

Please, darling, let me devour you once more, let me intoxicate myself with your sweet ambrosia, let me make you feel like the goddess you are once more, can you do that for me? can you behave yourself and let me take care of you?" His voice was raspy, you were both sore, but you didn't want to be unable to feel his touch on you. "Yes-" you were about to speak but his hands slid down to your hips, holding you steady, you could feel his hard member against your core "Not like that love" he said kissing your neck biting and leaving marks where his lips passed "beg for me… you were taking me so well, beg for me"

You were gasping for breath, your face was flushing, but the way he spoke… the way he asked you for things, no matter how embarrassed he made you, you wanted to satisfy him. "Please Sam… let me feel you, make me your muse and use my body as a canvas so that you can leave your mark on it." "Wow… I didn't expect that, love, but I loved it, I think you've been learning a thing or two from me" he laughed lightly

With a low growl of hunger, he moved lower, trailing kisses along your collarbone, your breasts, until he reached the apex of your thighs once more. There, he lingered, inhaling your scent, savoring the taste of your desire before finally giving in to the temptation that beckoned him.

His tongue flicked out, tracing slow circles around her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from her lips. He teased you, building the tension until she was writhing beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair as she begged for release.

And when he finally plunged into you, filling you with his hardness, they both cried out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge until they were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, they fell over the edge together, consumed by the flames of their desire as they rode the waves of pleasure to completion. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in each other's embrace as they surrendered to the bliss of your union.

[festivalsofmargot]

A Man of Fortune {Sam Drake x Fem!Reader}

Introduction: Takes place before Sam, Nate, and Rafe put themselves in the Panamanian prison. Making Sam 28 years old and you 21 years old.

Word Count: 3,156 so hang in there...

Warnings: Cursing

Author’s Note: This was partly inspired by the recently released Last of Us Part 2 gameplay trailer. The slow dancing, dialogue, and kiss were just perfect. I couldn’t help but incorporate some things into this story. I recommend checking it out if you haven’t already!

Songs (if interested): 

Lust for Life - Lana Del Rey ft. The Weeknd

Ecstasy - Crooked Still

Take on Me (MTV Unplugged Version) - a-ha

Say Yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey

  Man, it felt nice to dress like a woman again. It had been a good while before it seemed appropriate. With all the climbing, horrible travel weather, and the "occasional rough housing" that came with treasure hunting, (Y/N) never had the chance to doll up.    

      Most people saw her as a tomboy, which annoyed her to a point. Just because she enjoyed getting down and dirty with the treasure hunting lifestyle didn't mean she wanted to be a man. She enjoyed feminine things quite a lot, in fact. It didn't help that she had a naturally deeper voice than most women, but she managed.         She, the Drake brothers, and her own brother, Rafe, had returned from one of their Avery location scouting sessions in the beaches of North Carolina. She was thrown into the mix and never got to have a formal introduction to the Drake brothers, but it was easy to get to know them through their journeys. They were good looking, charming, and full of jokes that either made you love them or want to punch them. Her brother, on the other hand, could be a little shit most of the time. But, he was her brother and (Y/N) was a firm believer in standing by family no matter what. And how could she leave him hanging when he's looking for a pirate’s treasure? He wasn't getting that action all to himself no matter how much of a prick he was being.   Tensions had become quite high from the past few search attempts, but things were looking up. Little by little the puzzle was coming together. It had taken so long to find this last piece, 'this infernal place'. They had finally found a destination point that felt solid and not a continuation of a wild goose chase. Thanks to the information on that aged note (Y/N) had found, they were going to Panama. Rafe couldn't help but drink himself into a stupor in celebration. The Drake brothers took this sleeping dragon opportunity to give themselves a night out. (Y/N) was preparing to do the same and could barely contain her excitement.   Taking one final look in the mirror and hooking in her earring, she giggled to herself. She was so excited to see her friends again and shamelessly flirt with men at a bar. Her internal planning ceased when a knock sounded at her door. She strode over as fast as her heels would let her. She ran a hand through her recently done hair to help ump up the volume and opened the door to Sam Drake.   "Oh hey! I was just about to head out, what's up?" She beamed as he leaned a hand against her door frame.

  The eldest Drake's eyes met hers and he couldn't help but stare. The words he initially planned on delivering to her felt long gone. He had never seen her like this before. Sure, he had always thought she was cute with her braids and dirt speckled skin from their expeditions. But, this was making him see her in a completely different light. Man, oh man, did she clean up wonderfully. He thought.  

  (Y/N) relished the thought of Sam Drake gawking at her, but she knew better. She was never confident in herself romantically. But when it came to archaeology and climbing, she knew she was something to be reveled at. She shook off the idea of Sam thinking she was pretty and straightened her dress, an act she didn't know hypnotized him more. "Sam?"   Sam finally found the words he had lost and cleared his throat. "So, uh... our boys decided to just come here and drink for the night. Is it cool if we hide the Avery evidence in here? These guys can be dogs, but they know better than to go into a lady's room uninvited."   "Yes, absolutely. You need help bringing everything in?"     Sam took another look at her and puffed up his chest a bit. "Nah. I got it, no problem." He let his gaze linger as he turned to walk away.   "I'll clear my closet for some space." She called out, making her way through the room.   She bent over and moved some of her shoes and fallen articles of clothing to the side. It didn't take her long to finish up and turn back towards the front door. She halted with a quiet gasp. Sam was standing at the entrance, holding the container of Avery's files in his arms. He looked entranced and a bit distracted. How long was he standing there?   "Okay, it's all clear for you." Sam gave a silent nod and made his way to her closet, placing down the container. He turned to her with a huff and a smile. He scratched the back of his head and began searching his brain for something to talk about. She was taken aback but wouldn't let herself show it. Was he nervous?   "So, what are your plans for the night?" Sam inwardly cursed himself for how uneven the words came out. How many women has he been with? And (Y/N)'s the one making him feel like a high school virgin?     "Just meeting up with some of my girlfriends at that Sky Bar a mile out." She said, trying to hold back her giddiness. The ecstatic smile she wore made Sam's stomach do a flip. He observed her as she looked over herself in the mirror again. He had never seen her act like such a lady before, and he was enjoying it. Maybe a little too much.   "Sounds like someone's excited. Need an escort to the bar?" He tried to make the question come off as a joke, but he was pretty serious about it.     She looked away from the mirror to meet his gaze and began walking towards her door. "Nah, it's okay. You've earned yourself a night away from responsibility." She laughed lightheartedly. He forced a laugh along with her as they left the room, shutting the door behind them.   Sam followed her like a puppy dog all the way to the front door of the mansion. He wasn't denying himself that he was feeling smitten. The way her hips swayed in that short form fitting dress, the way her hair fell and framed her face, how elegant those heels made her strong legs look, and her eyes, oh God her eyes. She wasn't even wearing all that much makeup. How could he not see this girl - no - this woman before?     (Y/N) didn't know why Sam was hovering, but concluded that he was heading the same direction anyway. She turned to face him when she was about to head out the front door. She could hear Nate with the rest of his friends in the gathering room down the grand hall. At this point, she really didn't know what Sam wanted from her.     "So," (Y/N) began, not knowing what else to say, "just come get me at the bar if, for some reason, you have an emergency or Avery breakthrough." She joked, causing a chuckle and nod from Sam.   "You bet. Let me get that for you." He said, reaching to open the door for her.   "Oh, thank you." She stepped out the door, looking over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile. She gave him a timid wave then began on her way.     Sam watched her until she was completely out of sight, unaware of the smirk that crossed his lips. He shut the door, unease filling him at the thought of dirt bags that didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves at a bar. He knew she could handle herself if need be. But how different would things be dressed like that? He shook off the thought and made his way to the open room where his brother and friends were gathered.     "Sam!" All the boys shouted in drunken delight.     "What'd I tell you guys about starting without me?"   "You'll get over it." His friend Harry slurred, throwing an arm around Sam and shoving a beer into his hand. "Besides you were talking to that angel and hogging her all to yourself."     Sam shrugged off Harry. "I was just being a gentleman to our dear partner." He popped off the cap to his beer and began with a stream of gulps.   "I can be a gentleman too. Be a lad and introduce us when she gets back, yeah?" Sam gave Harry's arm a good shove then shot an involuntary glance at the front door.     Nate, noticing his brother's troubled face, gave him a pat on the back. "What's up, man? You good?"   Holding his gaze for a moment longer before looking back to his brother, he asked, "You don't think she'll bring home a guy, do you?"   Nate lightly choked on his beer, "So what if she does?"   Sam straightened his demeanor, thinking up a cover, "I hid our research in her room. If she brings a guy back, it's gonna be a hell of an awkward time trying to get it out."     "Don't worry about it, man." Nathan waved off. "(Y/N) doesn't seem like the girl for that." Nate brought the beer back to his lips and returned to their group. Sam was filled with relief at his brother's words because he agreed. He immediately discarded what he was feeling. What had gotten into him? He's seen sexy women before and he's quite experienced with them. Was (Y/N) really that different? He needed to focus on the beer in his hand and the rowdy bunch around him.

~

  Sam's little pep talk to himself didn't last long. He grew more and more anxious about (Y/N) as the night went on. The beers weren't helping much but that didn't stop him from putting on a good face. No matter how much he was listening out for the front door, he hid his distraction well. He debated going to her at the bar with a lie about the Avery research, but the alcohol wouldn't let him think of a good excuse.   His head snapped back in the direction of the front door when he heard it close. He tried to make his gaze down the hallway subtle, absently sipping at his beer. His movements slowed to a halt when he spotted (Y/N) cross the hall towards the stairs. She grabbed onto the end railing for support when she began to take off her heels one after the other. There was something sensual about the act to Sam as he watched with undivided attention.   All too soon, (Y/N) began making her way upstairs with heels in hand. Sam felt like he was being deprived and set down his beer to slip away. The boys, being too drunk to notice his quick leave, resumed their antics.     (Y/N) took her time heading up the steps, humming along with the music that played in the gathering room. It made it easy for Sam to catch up with her, stopping a good five steps behind her. She could hear someone coming up the stairs and stopped her ascent to turn around. Sam's pulse started racing at the sight of her.   (Y/N) hiccuped, giving him a sweet smile. Her cheeks blushing red from booze. "Hey Sam." She practically sang.      Charmed, he smiled back at her. "Need help getting back to your room?"   (Y/N) bit her lip and tilted her head. She wasn't super drunk. Only tipsy enough to be that much bolder. She was convinced Sam didn't reciprocate her feelings, but she wanted to flirt anyway. What was the harm in it? If it got awkward, they could blame it on the alcohol and move on like nothing happened, right? "Are you gonna help me, Samuel Drake?"   He got excited hearing his name cross her lips and took a gradual step up towards her. "If you'll have me."   Sam's actions caused tingles to shoot up (Y/N)'s body. She felt much more confident in making a move now. "You know, even with all the trekking we do, nothing obliterates my feet like heels do."

  "Is that so?" Sam played along, taking another step up.   (Y/N) gave an affirmative hum. "I know you've had an exciting night yourself. But, do you think you could spare just a bit more energy for me?" She inquired coyly, holding up her hand with her thumb and forefinger about to touch.   Sam replied by picking her up bridal style. She swung her free hand around his shoulders while the one holding her heels dangled lax to the side. He began ascending the stairs and headed to her bedroom. She rested her head against his chest and took in his rugged scent. God, he was such a man.     Sam couldn't help himself from glancing down at her here and there. Her previously fussed over hair was tousled just a bit from the night out, stirring in him something fierce.     He arrived at her door way too soon. He cleared his throat and set her down, hands lingering on her hips. Not taking his eyes from hers, he opened her door for her. "Calling it a night so soon?"   She nodded at him with the smirk still gracing her lips. "My friends found a couple of guys to take them home. As solid a time as any to call it." Though Sam hid it, he was filled with immense delight she didn't follow her friends' example.     "How many poor guys did you have to turn down?" Sam placed his thumbs in his pockets and leaned against her door frame.   (Y/N) rolled her eyes with an amused scoff. "Too many to count, Sam." She turned and walked into her room, leaving the door open in hopes Sam would follow her in.   He shook his head at her sarcasm and trailed in behind her. "You're telling me no one tried to show you a good time tonight?"   (Y/N) made her way around the room slowly, placing her shoes down in the closet then propping herself on the edge of her bed. "That is what I'm telling you." Sam sat against her vanity desk with folded arms and a barely noticeable pout. His features softened as he looked over her. Nothing should make her feel undesirable. "Enough about me, Sam. Tell me about your night."   "What's there to tell other than guys being guys?"   "That's it? Just a few beers and shanties?"   "Wait wait, I think there was some cards too."   "Oh wow!" (Y/N) chirped with such a fake enthusiasm it made Sam’s eyes roll.   He bit the inside of his cheek, taking glances at (Y/N)'s radio. Without a word, he made his way over to it and turned it on. She watched him tune it until he found a slow song to his liking. He strode back over to her on the bed. When he reached his hand out to her, she felt a bit of shock. It was as if she had sobered up right then and there, her confidence in flirting with Sam drained empty. Here was a man showing interest, a position she was never really put in before.   "C'mon. Don't get cold feet on me now." Sam, having noticed her drawback, couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth.   (Y/N) took in a small breath to steady herself, then she took his hand. He guided her a few feet away from the bed. He took one of her hands in his, placing the other around her waist. (Y/N) placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder and did her best to avoid eye contact as they began to sway.   Her demeanor change reminded him of the girl he had been traveling with all this time. It surprised him how much the thought didn't take away from how he felt about her tonight. What was happening?   "Alright, I have a very serious question for you." He began.   "What's that?" She glanced up at him with an innocence that contradicted her dress in so many ways.   "At least two beers were spilled on me tonight. How bad do I smell?" He gave her one of his confident grins, causing her to lose control of her nerves even more and look away. She gave him a smile and sniffed at his neck. The act causing Sam to lose some control as well.   "Nothing I can't handle." She mused, looking down at her feet.   When Sam noticed where her attention lied, he pulled her closer. Placing both hands on her waist, it forced (Y/N) to hug her arms over his shoulders. He placed the side of his head against hers. More than anything, he wanted her to feel warm and safe with how they were in this moment.   "Are you nervous?"   "Terrified." (Y/N) replied, barely above a whisper.   Sam pulled back enough so he could look her in the eyes. "Oh (Y/N)." He sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear then cupping her neck. "I think I'm the one who should be terrified of you." Sam leaned in and placed his lips atop hers. Her eyes remained open in surprise for the chaste kiss. Sam pulled back, an urge instantly growing in him to taste her again, and longer. He returned his lips to hers but this time she met him halfway, eyes closing as she gave in. They stopped swaying and held onto each other. Sam stroked her cheek with his thumb as their lips moved together, heads tilting to fit even better.   They broke apart only a small distance, eyes looking at each other clouded with more than desire. Something was growing in them, and neither knew what to do about it. It scared Sam while it left (Y/N) full of questions. They stepped back from each other, hands still clasping together gently.     "I should let you get some shut eye."   "Yeah. Your friends are probably missing you too."     Sam took steps back to her door, not taking his eyes off her. Their hands held together until they were too far apart.     "Goodnight (Y/N)."   "Goodnight Sam." She folded her arms across her chest as Sam took one final look at her before closing the door.     (Y/N) went to her vanity mirror and began removing her makeup. She tried to convince herself to forget what just happened.

~

    Sam stood on the other side of (Y/N)'s door for a few minutes. Once he brought himself to head back downstairs, he began rubbing at his temples. Something in him wanted more than just a hookup, it was why he left her with only a kiss. A kiss he wanted to do over and over again. Sam was never the committal type. What was she doing to him? He had always admired her skills and smarts. How was he just now seeing something more? It had hit him like a semi.   Terrified. He thought. Yeah, that was the word for it.