#sam sulek x reader

[ohhxdile]

hello :D

If possible can you do a fic on Sam Sulek and the reader ( female ) going on a shopping date and you know he offers to carry your bags and stuff 🥹

Or ( I have so many thoughts about him gosh 🥰)

A fic where they went a trip to Disney world and they have a lovely day together ( I’m screaming ☺️ this thought makes me so happy)

love helping you ♯ os

pairing; sam sulek x reader

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wc : 617 summary: new clothes were needed but you couldn't go alone, so you brought up your favorite guy. warning: butt slap at the end, fluff. a/n: i love sam fluff ngl, so tysm for requesting that! !

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You had texted Sam early in the morning asking him if he was down for buying new clothes since yours started to grow holes and stains, some didn’t fit you anymore. He was still in his deep sleep so you only heard him groan on his pillow and that made you chuckle, biting your lower lip. “So it’s a yes?” You could hear a shuffle from the other side of the phone, with what seemed to be his covers and pillow, and you heard a low “Yes” under his breath, you screamed with joy. Finally winning.

The ride to the mall wasn’t silent, we talked a lot and spilled some drama. He talked about his newest video idea, asked my opinion to get different feedback. You were another perspective, so you were careful with your words and way of talking. “You know what I mean, right?” You mentioned, Sam nodded and took mental notes, eyebrows frowning onto together. We were getting much closer to the shop, and you were getting excited and told him that you would get only a few items. “It doesn’t bother me if you take a lot of things, I’m here for a reason” Chuckling, he knew what he meant by being “here”. 

The shopping mall was pretty empty today, morning errands wasn’t much liked, so you took this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and Sam. He nodded your way to signal that he was in fact following you. You looked at the panel entitled with each clothing part, and disappeared in-between the aisle.

You were walking in-between aisle, looking through pants and shirts. Sam followed behind you, watching you walk slowly with your shopping bag in hand. You whispered to yourself while checking out some flared ones. “Those are goods, I like them” You blushed a bit from Sam agreement to the pair, the size was correct so you took it without looking twice.

Most of the clothes in your bags were Sam’s choice and words, you couldn’t hold yourself back when he would compliment them and say they would look amazing on your body. It made you all hot and bothered, you lost focus and concentration while strolling through the shop. Running my fingers in between the tight shirts and closely peek the tissue and appearance. 

A big large hand went on your back slowly and respectfully, your body went numb. Automatically searching for the culprit on your left, It was Sam hand, of course. He stared at you with a smirk on his face, you gave it back. Goosebumps rising all over your skin.

It felt like your mall shopping spree went on hours, you thought that you spent so much time in here until you looked at your own phone and noticed that the time hasn’t moved. We went to the check-out paid for everything and then left the store, you struggled a bit with the bags weight and Sam took notice of it his hands reached for yours to relieve them. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to!” You were clearly embarrassed that you couldn’t hold shopping bags on your own, ashamed of your weight limit. He scuffed off your words and walked to the car with no struggle. Enjoying the view of Sam reaching for the car chest and opening it, filling with the many bags, you ran to the car. Joining him. “Thank you baby…” You kissed him deeply, he dared to put one hand on your ass and slapped it, while you giggled from his courage and he opened the car door for you to get in. And we left the shop both satisfied and with new clothes and many new things to talk about.

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO DOES PILATES

summary : sam, your boyfriend, is always out filming workout videos for his viewers and you begin to miss him. naturally, you drag him to a pilates class with you.

fit reader , oneshot , established relationship , suggestive topics , no smut

As a bodybuilding influencer, your boyfriend, Sam, was on top of it and as a result always going to events and busy filming things from his meals to his car rides and of course, getting his pump on at the gym. And as much as you’d like to get on top of him, that doesn’t last very long. While you’re proud of his success, you missed your oversized-care bear dearly.

This gave you the idea to surprise him by dragging him to a pilates class - something you’d been doing for years that you knew he’d never tried. It didn’t bother you that he had no interest in it, but what did was his underestimation of pilates. That was going to change today.

“Hurry up Sam! Don’t make us late.” You whinned, practically hauling him out the door as he grumbled unenthusiastically about not wanting to pay more for essentially “bending and stretching.”

The sight of someone as tiny as you pulling a giant like him inside the studio, and succeeding, was a comical display for the women already present in class, earning a few whispers. His massive frame towered over the pilates enthusiasts who were petite in comparison.

Sam reluctantly followed you hand-in-hand and as you two settled onto your respective mats, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him slightly looking out of place admist the sea of colorful Alo bottoms and tank tops.

“Good evening everyone!” The instructor chirped before introducing herself to any newcomers as Alexis. She began to lead the class through a series of movements, explaining each one with precision in a soothing voice. You glanced over at Sam, who was already struggling to keep up with the intricate poses.

Despite his strength and overwhelming size, the graceful movements of pilates proved to be quite challenging for him. You tried to stifle your laughter as he wobbled during the balance exercises and grunted loudly through the core strengthening sequences, earning side looks from the women on neighboring mats.

But Sam was determined to prove you wrong, pushing himself to keep pace with the rest of the class. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tried to retain focus on Alexis’s instructions, his muscles trembling with exertion.

As the class progressed you couldn’t help but feel pride watching Sam be bested. He may have been a powerhouse in the gym, but pilates was a whole different ballgame - one that required flexibility and control rather than sheer brute strength.

Though you had to admit, you enjoyed seeing him like this a lot more then you probably should. Sam in motion is… distracting. You stopped pretending to pose and your eyes linger to his curly locks, wet with sweat and cradling his pink face. It’s a rare occurrence when you see his hair without the cap obscuring it. Simplified, his face can best be described as masculine. But not the overbearing hypermasculinity bodybuilders often seem to have.

Sam’s profile is delightfully male. Despite his skin being almost completely littered with acne scars and wearing a seemingly permanent flushed-color, there’s no denying he’s handsome, facial wise. The shorts he wore were always obscenely short and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the ladies around the two of you. You hoped they weren’t having any ideas, unless they fancied one inchers.

After what seemed like eternity of stretching and contorting, at least for Sam, the class came to a close. He flopped onto his mat with a dramatic sigh, the sound startling you and a few of the women but he seemed too tired to be embarrassed.

“That was tough,” He finally admitted after he gave up on sitting upright, panting deeply as his muscles throughly protest. The sheepish grin spreading across his face betrayed his body language.

You felt a smile forming on your own lips. Leaning over to give him a kiss on his scarlet cheek, you linger for a moment. It’s accompanied with a gentle pat against his solid chest. “You did great, hun. I’m happy you joined me.”

One of the young women peering discreetly from the left side of the room cringed.

[ohhxdile]

So first off, LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE!

I was wondering if you could write a Sam Sulek x Female reader fic about them basically having dinner/ hanging out like on a date?? You can choose whether it’d be NSFW or not. Thank you so much!

a date sounds nice ? ♯ os

pairing; sam sulek x fem!reader

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wc: 1296

warning: smut, p in v (no condom bc its sam), fluff, body worship, reader is a slut

a/n: so sorry if the request took so much time, but here it is ! ! never give me heads up w "you can choose if its nsfw"

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You couldn’t get off your phone, nerves wrecking waiting for his phone call or a text. A few hours ago, you had the courage to ask Sam out on a date. Of course, you were scared of his reaction but he agreed and now here you are, waiting on your bed alone in your dark bedroom.

Changing your mind, you got up and left your phone on the bed, searching through your wardrobe, fingers grazing. A noise quickly followed the silence, making you shriek in fear. Running for the ringtone, you answered the call. “Yes! Hello?” On the other line was a voice very recognizable, “I’ll be here in 30 minutes” checking the clock you counted how long you’d take to get yourself ready, cursing in your head “Okay see you!” You hung up, rushing to get everything done by now.

One last time you checked your outfit, hair and makeup. Your cheeks started to heat up from anxiety and eagerness, desperately wanting to see Sam tonight. Just like the universe heard your mind someone knocked at your door, you went to open the door and saw him. Dressed up, but no hat. You were taken aback by this missing accessory that he always wear. “Take a picture, it will last longer” You chuckled and followed him behind.

The restaurant was pretty nice, the ambiance and looks were pretty fancy. You did feel out of your comfort zone, Sam chose the place, and you couldn’t deny the offer. Eyes scanning through the menu you heard someone talking to you, instinctively your head raised itself but your eyes followed later, you were met with Sam face, raising one eyebrow. “I’m sorry, you said something? I wasn’t listening” A hand was hiding the smirk that grew on your face, embarrassed that you didn’t listen. “I was asking if you found something to your liking?” You nodded and told him, he searched for a waiter and asked to order.

Since It was the bulk, Sam ordered a very high calorie dish, not a care in the world if the amount might scare a lot of other fitness influencer. He could take way much scarier and bigger. You took a simple thing but enjoyed, savored every bite of it. Sam kept you in news of what happened during the long times that you two didn’t get to share together because of the distance. You listened to him so dearly, a smile wide enough to reach your ears by how happy you were to hear his voice and be with his presence alone. Nobody to disturb us or to ask him questions.

Throughout the night Sam hand grazed yours, he didn’t dare to fully settle down his massive palm on your hand. It did nothing to calm your nerves and desire for him, legs bouncing up, pushing yourself deeper in your tight heels. Possibly Sam made those approaches on accident because of how pretty tiny the table was, he took most of the frame with his massive physique, and it may or may not give you a misconception of proportion to the table, or everything else surrounding him.

Evening was great, you enjoyed each hour, minutes and even seconds with the man you loved. Tension began to rise between you two, Sam holding your hand while walking with you. “So the date was a good idea?” He laughed and that warmed your heart and you clutched his hand tighter. “Couldn’t say any better” Your eyes were locked on the sky. Not noticing that he was directly staring at your face, you abruptly felt it, eyes burning holes onto your sides. Peeking at your side, you saw Sam looking at you, with fuming desire. Your head went down, searching for distraction by how flustered you were by the tiniest interaction. “Want to come back to my place perhaps” His voice broke your chains of thoughts and you instinctively nodded.

Now here you are, panting against his ear as he attack your neck with kisses and bites. Bruising your delicate skin, his strong hands gripped your butt, holding on to dear life. Your fingers ran through his chestnut messy curls, you’ve never felt this excited towards him, you did have a slight crush on him for a long time since you’ve met him. What’s happening right now was many of your secrets fantasy about you and Sam, that’s why you can’t stop or push him away.

You moaned next to his ear, stomach burning with desire and impatience, wanting Sam to reach down there with his hands. He detached himself from your neck and glared at you, eyes blown off with lust, panting with hunger. Your hands reached for his shirt and hastily stripped off his body, ogling at his pecs and abs. Your mouth drooled by the magnificent view, your hands touching every crease and hard muscles. Everything was defined and well-sculpted on him, something was catching your eyes like a shiny jewel and you wandered further until you noticed it. His costume pants seemed to be very tight in his crotch area, you licked your lips. Sam hand went back to your butt and fondled it. You squirmed against your seat and took a breath of courage to reach for it and squeeze slightly, you heard a low hiss coming from Sam’s mouth. “Fuck yeah… You can play with it” It was the only signal you needed to unfasten his pants and reach for his cock, his sheer sized shocked you and burned your core. It was big, long and pretty heavy against your hand.

“Can… Can I suck you” Your words made him blush from your boldness, he agreed, watching you very closely has you got on your knees. You opened your mouth and took the tip inside, he tasted heavenly. His fingers surrounded your head and gripped harshly so he could push you to go deeper. “Don’t worry, just go a bit deeper” Your eyes watered a bit from the outright size, his sweetness invaded your whole throat and you happily accepted it.

Bed creaking loudly against Sam harsh thrust, he destroyed your pussy and didn’t hold back. No mercy was given to you, mind foggy and a grumbling, moaning mess underneath him. You let him take you however he wanted, no. Pleaded him, well, you didn’t remember. The only thing that crossed your mind was your walls were being abused by his manhood, your climax was taunting you close by. Hands reaching for balance, scratching his shoulders to bring him closer to you as you asked him to twist your guts. “Fuck you’re close, huh? Yeahh” The heels of your feet punched against his lower back, vision fogging and euphoria hit you like a train. You felt your legs spasm and shaking as the build-up of pleasure ripped through your sore body. Sam’s hips snapped even faster and harder, tip abusing your poor cervix. You thought he wanted to kill you by how animalistic he was with your body, his groans and grunts were finally audible, he was close too. “Y-Yes, please give it to me baby!” He succumbed to your pleading and his thrust became sloppy and with one final push, he came inside you. Not thinking twice about the fact he had no protection, he couldn’t care less since he’s inside the woman he loves dearly.

He lifted himself off from you, releasing you from his heavy body to pant hard next to you. “I can’t believe we fucked…” You chuckled and nuzzled your head onto the crook of his neck, breathing in his natural odor. He hugged you tightly, kissing your cheeks. You’re glad he accepted your date offer and this lustful night finished like this, beside the only Samuel you ever loved fully with your heart.

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X MASC READER

summary : you’re excited to finally use that planet fitness membership you purchased because you want to achieve gains like your idol, sam sulek. what happens when you spot him on the only pull up machine in the gym?

skinny reader , insecurity , swearing , meet-cute & meet-sexy , one shot , no smut

You finally did it. You got the membership and you’re one step closer to achieving your goal physique. You stand nervously in the gym, feeling a bit overwhelmed amidst the clanging weights and the hum of the treadmills. Where should you start? Pull-ups are good for big shoulders right?

This Planet Fitness has only one pull-up machine and the guy using it is huge.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to approach the machine. As you got closer, you realized just how intimidatingly massive the guy currently preoccupying it was. He was as if one of those larger than life influencers walked out of a phone screen.

His posterior was as sculpted as his back under his thin-looking black tee, leaving almost nothing to the imagination regarding his top half. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity when you noticed the cap obscuring his head full of long and pretty bronze curls.

Your feelings of inadequacy only increased while watching the mysterious man preform each pull up with ease, his muscles ripping with each rep. You couldn’t help but admire him from afar, your heart pounding even harder as you continued to watch in awe.

With a flush of embarrassment, you realize how creepy you must seem and you look away wist pretending to be engrossed in the settings on a nearby treadmill.

But fate seemed to have other plans as the specimen of a man finished his set, breathing hard, hopped off of the machine. Landing next you and turning around, manuvering his muscular body gracefully, he reveals himself as none other than Sam Sulek?!

You can’t stop yourself from racking your eyes from his traps to his perfectly sculpted calves. Strong thighs you want to feel beneath your hands, his shorts just indecent enough to expose it all. Is this real?

Fuck. You’re such a pervert. You catch yourself staring and look up at the kind of cute and confused face of your gym idol-influencer-crush. Did he say something?

“Sorry for hogging the machine, dude. I’m finished now.” He apologizes, a hit of nervousness in that same smooth, deep voice of his you’ve fallen asleep to countless times on video. “No, no, you’re good.” You stammered in response to the giant’s infectiously gentle demeanor. Internally you grimaced at how unsteady and high pitched your voice sounded. Letting out an awkward laugh you and he proceed to shift around each other to let the other have a turn on the machine, given Sam’s huge frame in contrast to your tiny one.

Thankfully, filling the silence, Sam takes the initiative to revive the conversation and the two of you have a light hearted back and forth while he takes a break after finishing his sets. You hesitantly share that you’re new to lifting, gesturing to your gangly physique, and that you actually don’t know how to do a proper pull-up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam.” He introduces himself out of the blue, extending a confident hand. It begins to dawn on you when your shaky and slightly sweating digits meet his that he doesn’t know you’re a fan. He shakes your hand firmly, his white smile only widening. “Don’t worry, everyone’s nervous when they start. I can show you the ropes if you want.”

Your nerves instantly eased up at Sam’s friendliness and you couldn’t stop your face heating up from his brief touch. The two of you moved in sync to the pull up machine while Sam began to explain his technique. You tried to focus on his instructions, but it was hard to concentrate with his close proximity and his overwhelming presence.

Attempting your first pull up, you couldn’t help but steal fleeting glances at Sam, who stood nearby offering encouragement.

You’d take the secret to the grave if it meant the start of something more.

[bigshymen]

You do male reader right 🌚🌚 this is the same person who gave you a heads up about the tags (🍪🍪)”sorry if I came off a little rude but I wanna request something 😭🙏🏾

But if so can I get a Sam sulek x male reader where the reader and sam are like gym rivals but like they secretly like each other but won’t tell one another but one a guy or a girl flirts with the reader and sam gets jealous you can finish all from there smut or fluff is good. ( like I said last time have a great day and night 🩷)

You didn’t come off as rude at all don’t worry! (this was originally going to be a one shot buttt i got a little carried away with it 😅) Enjoy!

SAM SULEK X BODYBUILDER RIVAL MALE READER (PART 1)

sam sulek x male reader

summary : a friendly-ish rivalry between you and fellow bodybuilder and crush, sam sulek, quickly turns sour when someone else gets involved.

no smut , jealousy, swearing , pinning , rivals to a little something-something , unresolved feelings , eventual comfort and fluff ( trust ) , i hate the oblivious character trope

You swore you weren’t obsessed.

You swore it when you got out of bed in the morning on weekends. Swore it when the first place you hit was the gym. Even swore it when the secondary and only primary thought in your head was him.

Over the sounds of the gym equipment and the grunts of the people working out, there was only one sound you really heard. Sam Sulek.

Around his initial rise to fame, you had been keeping tabs on his content for a bit. The 21yr old bodybuilder impressing you with his obsessive-like discipline and dedication to the sport. You actually wanted to befriend him at first, seeing as you and him both go to the same local gym and have common goals, but that changed.

You’d always had a tight knit friend group of fitness influencers, some having known you since childhood. But since Sam came onto the scene, suddenly he was hot shit now.

They were practically crowding over each other to get a piece of him. Collabs, pictures, autographs… and suddenly you were irrelevant.

Late nights at the ice cream parlor after workouts and group bowling with your friends morphed into crashing at Sam’s after hours and them ditching you to hang out with the HOSSTILE team.

It seemed like they were always busy whenever you wanted to hang with them, texts left on delivered, and voicemails never returned so on and so forth.

You felt abandoned. You thought about joining them and their Sulek-craze but your pride haulted you. As hurt as you felt, there was only room for one renowned bodybuilder here and he just stepped into your territory.

You assured yourself that he had nothing on you as you had been in the game longer, hence you were more seasoned. But his already massive physique at such a young age just poured more salt in the wound.

Although you knew basing your self worth on the opinions of others would only result in you losing in the end, with the type of “friends” you had, envy and resentment only clouded your view.

Despite your well veiled animosity towards the man, he was nothing but friendly to you. Of course, nice guy Sulek was loved and praise endlessly by his supporters and fans for being so humble and just the totally perfect guy.

Was the jealousy obvious now?

It didn’t help that he was also extremely attractive. You didn’t consider yourself bad looking, but next to Sam? He was the perfect combination of boyish and masculine features. Wide, gorgeous brown eyes, full lips that seemed to always have the sides perked up, but simultaneously the jawline and cheekbones akin to a lumberjack-man.

His cheekbones perfectly contoured the acne-scarred plains of his face, and underneath them his reasonably long, bare and sharp jawline curtained by his pretty curls made him sorta resemble a super ripped fairytale prince.

No wonder he was popular with virtually everybody he met. Despite his massive bodybuilder trademarked-muscles the dude was a supersized teddy bear. Hell, a big baby. Who else drinks that much chocolate milk?

What’s worse was that you kind of liked that. More then you wanted your friends back, you wanted his attention. His admiration. You already had made a name for yourself in the industry, and this guy was already trying to take your spot.

The smiles he flashed you when he caught you looking his way gave a pit in your gut, butterflies flying out of your ass whenever he waved you over. But you never did. You always denied his attempts to get to know you, opting for a cold and mysterious persona in contrast to his chummy one.

Apparently, it made you all the more magnetic because to your friends confusion, he became a regular on-looker to your gym workouts. He even went as far to try to out-lift you, Haha!

You had to give it to him, he was trying hard. Some fans even noticed how similar his personal technique he was utilizing became to yours. You would be flattered, if he didn’t seem to mock you as another hit after basically robbing you of your friend group.

Even so, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling the way you did towards him, anger aside. It was almost impossible to hate the guy. From his looks, additude, and personality… he had you geeking like a teenage girl while watching his videos.

You considered twirling your hair and laying stomach down on the bed while you rocked your muscular legs back in forth to his car talks, giggling whenever he looked at the camera. Positively cooked.

To not entertain these thoughts for longer, you worked even harder at the gym. Trying to forcibly throw him out of your mind, you focused on your gains and nothing else.

For awhile this worked. You curbed the urge to watch his videos and learned to tune him out at the gym. You even met someone new, a fitness guru named Mia who apparently took a liking to you. Don’t get it wrong, you wanted to make new friends and.. maybe get a girlfriend but you knew deep down that’s what your head wanted, not your heart.

And right now the heart wanted some Sulek.

It was subtle at first—smiles here and there. Compliments. You liked the attention you’d admit, but it wasn’t hers you wanted. No doubt she was pretty. All toned muscle, and you could tell those youtube glute workouts payed off. Always looking put together, clear and tanned skin coupled with perfect french tips every time you saw her. Has she ever had a bad hair day?

It came to a head after a hard workout one morning when Mia approached you as you wiped down a bench you had been using previously.

“Great pump today, right?” She praised, her voice warm as it always was.

“Yeah. You too,” you praised back, trying to keep a casual tone.

“Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink at the 24th cafe across the street? Would love to pick your brain about some training tips.”

Her invitation took you aback and you couldn’t help but hesitant. Your eyes darted around the gym and just behind Mia, on a machine was Sam. It seemed he was already laser-focused on you when you met his gaze, expression unreadable. It was like a new tension had been released into the air around you, like an airborne virus.

You knew it would be wrong to lead her on when you weren’t really interested, so you didn’t. You still went out to eat with her, accompanied her on hikes, and even met her rowdy french bull dog, Cookie. All while remaining extremely buddy-buddy with her.

All of the time you spent with her in and out of the gym made you happier. She was funny, smart, and really passionate about maintaining physical fitness. With the absence of your former friends, it seemed like the higher power sent her your way as a trade off for your lonely days.

At the same time, every time you laughed with her and she spotted you, you could feel like you had eyes burning into the back of your skull. Now that you thought about it, Sam hadn’t smiled at you or even acknowledged you in how long?

One by one, your friends that previously hanged around him like groupies completely disappeared and he was working out again by his lonesome. To you it looked like the problem solved itself.

That was until a clip of one of Sam’s car talks appeared on your fyp (you thought you had pressed not interested about a thousand times.) that looked pretty recent. You went to click the not interested option again before the caption caught your eye. It read “Sam Sulek is HEARTBROKEN.” Shamefully, you were intrigued, so you kept watching although you expected it to be merely dumb clickbaity nonsense.

“…You guys know I generally take a stoic approach to working out, because it’s a long term thing. I spoke about how, you know, doing this because your girlfriend left you or to prove something like shit ‘oh I’ll show them’ isn’t sustainable.”

He looks into the camera with a solumn expression before the video cuts ahead.

“ …but I’ll admit. I’ve been going through something…” (cut)

“Don’t make fun of me, but I’ve had a bit of a gym crush for awhile now and they’ve met someone and I think their dating.” He abruptly pauses before continuing, “I’m hurt, of course, and I channeled that into my workouts but like I said it’s not good for you in the long run…”

What?

No way.

Noooo way.

You didn’t like the places this was taking your brain. There was a possibly. And would it be wrong to assume? But there was a number of people at the gym. And his behavior does track… but you’re not over him, and your head’s desperate clawing at straws to connect the dots of delusion will only make you more unhappy.

You turned off your phone.

[bigshymen]

HAPPY DEATH

sam sulek x masc reader

summary : terminally ill and lonely, your dreams are crushed when you’re set to die in 2 weeks. with your health worsening everyday you decide to create a plan. wanting to go on your own terms, you reach out to sam sulek.

smut , death , smothering , begging , spanking , painful s3x , unprotected s3x , spit as lube , muscle k1nk & worship , obsession , asphyxiation , virgin reader , loss of virginity , terminally ill reader , top reader , skinny reader , amab anatomy , multiple 0rgasms , unrealistic s3x , squint for light sub & d0m , loneliness , swearing , size difference , size k1nk

You came out of a restless sleep. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

A week ago you had been given the news from your doctor that you weren’t expected to live past two weeks, further solidifying the fear that you would eventually succumb to your illness into reality.

You didn’t fear death. What you feared was dying alone, without anyone spend the remainder of your time on this earth with. When you had abandoned the nest at 18, you had left your family estranged. Neither your mother, father or siblings had reached out via text or had traveled in person to see you after the hospitalization that had shorty followed.

During your stay, loneliness had prompted in your bedridden state to create a tiktok account dedicated to documenting your experiences, hopes, and fears relating to your illness. To your surprise, it had amassed a decent following, with strangers wishing you well and fellow terminally ill patients finding comfort in your videos.

The sense of community you began to feel was great but still, something was missing. As a teen you had been really into bodybuilding, posters of renowned figures litered the wall of your childhood bedroom and you’d even snuck out of the house to see some bikini competitions once upon a time.

But those days were over. There wasn’t a future for you that included bodybuilding because there wasn’t going to be a future at all. You’d die before 20 and it would be a painful and slow death. Your body was already declining, and fast. Thankfully, the doctors were compassionate enough to agree to your request for a medical assisted suicide so that you had at least a semblance of dignity going out on your own terms.

What surprised you was the long list of… diverse options presented to you. The good, bad, and OK ones immediately paled to the idea that made you decide to take back your request. How to explain yourself? You were still a virgin. You never got around to being with anyone like that so when the thought of being smothered to death by your favorite 5’11” 240 pound bodybuilder popped into your head, what did you have to lose?

The fascination with bodybuilding you developed as a teen had blossomed into almost a career choice for you. You played with the idea of becoming an aspiring bodybuilder and as a result, you followed a bunch of workout influencers for motivation. Among your body goals, the one that you treasured the most was a man named Sam Sulek.

To say you had developed a crush was an understatement. What first started as young admiration for the 21 year old bodybuilder quickly morphed into sexual obsession. You’d watch videos of him getting his pump on at the gym all the while you’re ‘pumping’ yourself in the restroom at Planet Fitness. Nightly fantasies became wildly vivid and recurring, so much so they bled into your days. As devastating as being terminal is, it put you in a unique spot. How could anyone refuse a measly kiss from someone dying as young as you?

Yes, you’re doing this all with the assumption he’ll accept your dying wish. What else can you do? With this little time left, you’re unable to bring yourself to fear rejection.

Working up the nerve, you reached out to the man through tiktok, and you explained your story and left out the more… inappropriate details of your request to not scare him away.

This was definitely illegal, having someone unqualified and untrained that doesn’t even know they’re going to be assisting in your suicide do it. Would you get into trouble? They cant arrest a dead man, but they can arrest and convict whoever killed that man.

We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

To your surprise, only a day later he had responded. You were shocked because of the large influx of messages he was probably receiving daily, he noticed yours. Maybe he had a social media manager? You imagined he’d be a nice guy based on his internet persona so you were happy that it proved true so far. He reassured he was more than willing to meet a fan and agreed to come visit you in the hospital. Obviously wasting little time you shot him a message back, grateful for his response and arranged the finer details with him.

Dying in your sleep was always a possibility, so you knew this had to be soon. That and you could hardly wait to see him. The night following was spent entirely palming yourself under the covers of the hospital bed while listening to a playlist of Sam’s car talks. You started slow, and picked up the pace imagining he was pleasuring you with each bounce of his massive glutes against your thin hips, comprised almost entirely of muscle. Adding pain to the already brutal pace he’d set, in your bedridden state. You came as soon as you pictured him pressing your face into his hard pecs.

This would continue repeatedly for the next 3 days following the initial confirmation and your libido seemed to grow along side your anticipation but weakness followed behind.

You hoped the rest of the floor didn’t hear you, because if they did then they’d definitely hear you and Sam. Well… maybe you wouldn’t be that opposed to the possibility.

The door handle turned with a soft clicking noise followed by the nurse walking in to check your vitals as you drifted off to sleep. She didn’t attempt to make any conversation because this was routine most days for the two of you. With the click of her shoe she left the room, neglecting to turn the lights out.

Morning came and so did you, out of a restless sleep that is. You felt a sense of deja vu as your senses woke up with you. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

What time was it? You struggled to sit up so you settled for bringing your hand to your face to rub your left eye groggily. The man, who you now recognize as Sam was lazily scrolling on his phone, unaware you had just woken up. You were glad. Even sat, you knew you weren’t prepared for how big the guy was, hopefully in all aspects. Did the nurse let him in?

It’s obvious that reality hadn’t completely sunk in for you, as you only became conscious less than 20 seconds ago. So, you were a little apathetic to the subject of countless wet dreams lounging next to you, completely clueless to this fact.

Until it did.

Your felt your eyes widen to an unnatural degree. Words didn’t dare leave your mouth for fear they’d draw his attention and ruin the scene in front of you. His face was nothing short of masculine. A strong jawline, perfectly defined, albiet a bit long. High cheekbones that casted shadows generously accentuating the contours of his face. Pink, full lips that naturally fell into a pout. His beauty can be best described is conventionally unconventional, and far from the average hypermasculine bodybuilders you’d expect. From his wild bronze curls, helmeted by an old cap, down to his unmiraculous foot wear. The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, among the heavy acne induced scaring, proved this.

You’d seen all of it, admired his appearance a hundred times before. But it’s incomparable to the real thing.

The breathe you had been holding in for what felt like forever forced it’s way out and to your disappointment, another pair of eyes met yours.

“Hey, dude.”

“Ha,” You responded weakly. “Hey-ha.”

Idiot.

Sam said something about the trip here. The weather had been hot, so the breeze had been nice. You stopped listening the moment he opened his mouth and instead hoped he could read you telepathically, so he’d know all he needed to know.

“Are you ok? The lady told me you were good to visit right now..” And suddenly there was an adorably concerned look on his face. Eyes full and nut-brown. He kind of looked like a sorry puppy-dog and it made you want to comfort him, like he was the one who’d die in a week.

You felt your eyes burn a little and you felt pressure building up in your chest. Your cheeks felt wet and before you knew it, you were sobbing. “I’m gonna die,” You barely made out through violent sniffles.

Without another word, Sam stood up and pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his broad arms around your weak shoulders. You felt bad, the awkward angle he was in was probably uncomfortable because he was bigger than the average guy.

“I know this is hard for you man. If you need me to do anything just say it,” he reassured in his deep, relaxing voice he seemed to always know how to use.

You knew there was still a very real possibility he’d reject you because he’s not into it or he simply doesn’t swing that way. But you miss all of the shots you don’t take.

“Oh..oh!”

The wet sounds of the two of you colliding became louder as Sam fucked himself on top of you harsher and harsher, per your request. He wasn’t holding his mini erection, so it bounced with him and drops of precum landed on your stomach.

Initially, you were less than impressed with Sam’s size but you should have expected it given his steroid use. Everything else has made up for it though, so the trade off was worth it.

Rose colored marks scattered his body, forming a map pointing to the hidden “treasure.” From his mighty shoulders, biceps, to his hips and his thighs. You raised your hand up weakly and came down with as much force as you could manage, which wasn’t much, on his ass earning a surprised grunt. You knew he never skipped a meal, and the violent recoil the layer of fat gave over his well-sculpted glutes further confirmed it.

You winced as you were grounded deeper in the already stressed hospital bed by the bodybuilder’s weight. He’d made the effort initially not to crush you, given his size, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

You hoped he hadn’t heard it under all of the huffing and puffing the guy had going on, was it the sex or the shitty diet? He sounded like he was going to have a heart attack after the first five strokes and he needed a break every time it seemed like you were close. Curse tren.

As frustrating as it was, you were grateful that the time you were spending together was drawn on longer. You still needed something more from him. When all of this was said and done you knew you were going to be miserable, so you thought ahead of time.

Unhanding his inhumanly waist, you’d gripped it so tightly you could see the print, your fingers inched upwards to the unsuspecting bodybuilder’s chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched, likely from the lack of lube available. You felt sorry that, assuming he hadn’t been with a man before this, you had been the first let into his backdoor. You weren’t anyone special. You were forced to drop out because of treatments so you couldn’t even finish college. You were as sick and as can be and nowhere on Sam’s level. The only reason he’s fucking you right now is because he feels sorry for you and you felt sorry for that. But not sorry enough to stop.

You knew you were being selfish, but this would be the best and only fuck of your life. Were you not allowed to enjoy that? We made due with spit if you were wondering. 1/10 wouldn’t recommend, dries quickly.

As soon as your digits met his acne-massacred chest he let out a soft gasp and his eyes shot open immediately.

“Please- let me,” You murmured in a horse voice. You needed to do this slowly and thoughtfully, didn’t need to freak him out unecsessary.

“Uhm. Alright.” He responded through labored breaths.

Score.

You began to massage his firm pecs gently, kneeding the beautifully plump mounds of flesh like you would dough. Your heart raced faster thinking about how they would taste, feel. Lick? Suck? Fuck? The possibilities.

Struggling to rationalize, you were overwhelmed by the situation as a whole. It took everything not to attempt to manhandle him and force him to crush you without warning. But that would be counterproductive. You knew you couldn’t pin the man even if you tried, not unless he wanted to be pinned. Even then, he’d still be able to overpower you and have it his way.

You wanted him to want to have you have it your way… but it would be smarter to just take what was given.

You moaned under him, desperate for anything you could get from him despite already having so much.

You were insatiable.

“Please..” You vocalized though groans and small cries, catching Sam’s attention once more. You already had your dick up my ass and now you’re fondling my chest. What else do you want from me? - was what he was probably thinking.

“W-what uh, what do you want?” Weird. He didn’t sound annoyed in the slightest. All his deep-tone conveyed was being a little drained, this was a workout after all, and you hadn’t even considered the trip here, he was probably exhausted right? You needed to find a way to show your gratitude.

“Sam, please let me kiss them.” You breathed out, louder than you intended to, taking yourself a little by surprise. And you weren’t the only one.

His expression was completely unreadable. But he hadn’t stopped the rhythm he was going at, although a bit slow now. Your hands still laid on his chest, now cradling it lightly.

“Hm.” He replied in thought. “Tell me how, uh, much you want this.”

Oh.

Oh?

“I need it-t like a dying man needing water.”

His beautiful smile returned and he chuckled somewhat. “Sorry.” He caught himself immediately after realizing how morbid this was.

But you weren’t finished. You had a one track mind and that track was leading to your eventual demise. There was no room for shame before and there isn’t now. “Please, let me kiss them. Please, please, Sam, let me have this. I want them on my face and in my mouth!” Sam stopped moving completely and stared at you in what looked like disbelief. His body shook with laughter above you, causing the bed to vibrate. He laughed but not with cruelty, sounding genuinely entertained by this.

With a pleasant expression, he leaned down, close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin. Chest level with your face, he resumed his assault on your bottom half. With enough strength to hold his gigantic body from coming down on you completely, miraculously. Little did he know he was going to do it one way or another.

“Go nuts.”

As the heat of his tight hole expanded once more around you, he couldn’t stop yourself from gasping around his newly enveloped nipple. Desperately, like it was your life’s purpose to worship his tits, you sucked hard. They tasted salty, sweat leaking generously from his flesh and you wanted it all. He moaned loudly in surprise or delight at the vigor.

He steadied himself in a plank fashion, arms on each side of your head as he rode you more intensely than before.

You used some of your declining strength to wrap your arms around Sam’s wide torso and force your face to meet his ripped chest. The bodybuilder felt the collision like a punch and cried out in surprise.

“Whoa!”

Putting your plan into motion, you gave your best attempt at slamming yourself and the man back into the bed, back first. Catching him off guard, he lost his balance trying to hold himself up, not to hurt you. That powerful body smothered you involuntary, and without warning caused a long awaited orgasm deep inside of him with a snap against the fatigued hospital bed. Worried, Sam tried to separate the two of you to no avail. You weren’t letting him go that easily.

Using the last of your strength, you tightened both arms around him, tuning out his concerned words. This is the way you wanted it. His pecs pressed harsh, yet snugly around your face and squeezed, pressing your nose flat against his mighty frame. Forcing your head into the sensation of the pillows and your face in his marred flesh, you reveled in your new happiness. It would finally end, the pain and suffering, and it would end with the man you desired the most, Sam Sulek.

The weight and sheer size of his perfection made breathing completely impossible as his body pressed down against him completely.

Cries of pleasure erupted from your mouth but were muffled. Your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, yet you forced yourself not to resist. Your dick throbbed, still, inside a panicked Sam as you continued to empty yourself inside of him, only further fueling your euphoria.

Even he couldn’t stop himself from shouting out at the sensations, but his hands gripped your shoulder tightly to tear himself off of you, but it was as if your semen had created an invisible seal connecting the two of you, one as strong as he was he could not break free of. He orgasmed harshly as you reached your peak before your bucking became weaker and faint.

It all became too much for you and the screams of pleasure turned into ones of desperation as your weak body's survival instincts woke up. Feeling lightheaded, the hands you used to hold him close began to beat him harshly, fighting for air, tearing against his thick, scarred pecs with your teeth.

Without relief you convulsed painfully, but he was already passed out on top of you, oblivious to what was happening. For several minutes you were like this, now limp under him. Your pulse weakened and weakened, then stopped.

An hour and a half had pasted before Sam awakened from his pleasure induced sleep to the horrifying scene before him. Finally being able to sit up, he loosed your tense limbs around his body, your face drenched with sweat and tears. His pecs were cut red and wet with combined sweat and spit that dripped down his pink skin to his abs.

The hold was broken and you had died.

Glossed over and lifeless eyes presented themselves to him without further explanation.

[bigshymen]

sam sulek x fem reader🙏

Sorry for the long wait! This month has been a hectic one. (I hope you don’t mind the angst as well!)

SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO STRUGGLES WITH BINGE EATING

sam sulek x fem reader

summary : after trashing your boyfriend’s, sam, car with food wrappers and take out containers from last nights binge, you were going to do anything you can to prevent him from finding out.

cw : binge eating disorder , disordered eating , exercise purging , over exercising , angst , comfort , fit reader , insecurity , hopelessness , addiction , swearing , lying , crying , unhealthy coping mechanisms

Shit.

Sitting in your boyfriends car, surrounded by empty wrappers and take out containers from the night before scattered thoughtlessly everywhere, that’s the final conclusion you came to. The guilt gnawing at your gut was worse than the compulsion to overeat.

You’ve been struggling with a binge eating disorder for as long as you remembered. The earliest memory of it that you could recall was during your school days. Stressful evenings after middle school, you were never good at math, turned into nights indulging into the snack cabinet and hoarding food with the aggression of a wild animal from the rest of your family in highschool.

The effects of this long term caused you to gain a considerable amount of weight which did nothing good for your situation. The loss of control you felt over your body led you to believe the only solution was to purge it all by the end of the day to gain some semblance of it. You considered laxities and puking but you knew they fucked up your gut beyond repair among other horrifying side affects.

You resorted to exercise purging some of the excess calories you would binge throughout the day. Finding comfort in being active you decided to take up strength training along side cardio nearing the end of high school, which is how you met your long time boyfriend, Sam.

Sam had been a diver. Extremely active and that showed through his extremely fit body. Your dedication to the gym caught his attention immediately and his passion and unrelenting drive to achieve his goal of becoming a bodybuilder after high school inspired you to work towards your goal of recovery, in secret.

Which, wasn’t sustainable by the way. In fact, you think it worsened the problem. This enabled more binging thinking you could always fall back on your cardio, but you can’t run away from a bad diet.

You wouldn’t dare burden him with your secret struggles with food. You were afraid he’d invalidate your disordered eating because you were in shape or he’d be disgusted and disappointed with your undisciplined habits. He wanted to be with the you that had a perfect body and a healthy mind, not the pig who can’t help but succumb to her glutinous thoughts.

It was a shadow that followed you around everywhere. Invisible to everyone but you.

After a shaky sigh, you wipe a few of the crumbs from the passenger seat of his car. You glance at your lit phone sat haphazardly on the edge of the dash to see a message from Sam, speak of the devil.

“Finished my workout. Lets eat out tonight😛🍴”

Eating out? Fancy. But knowing him this could be another Five Guys date again. His stupid little emojis distract you momentarily from the mess around you, but as soon as a smile lit your lips it was gone. You already feared binging alone, but with him around? You couldn’t risk letting him see the pig you are. You found little ways to avoid this like lying that you were full and you had eaten earlier, but you hating not spending time with him because of your own problems.

And he’d become increasingly unhappier with you eating before pre-scheduled days out and canceling last minute.

Panic grabs you again when you look at the clock and realize the gym is only 15 minutes away so you’ve got to haul ass. You snatch a plastic bag from the backseat and start stuffing the wrappers into it, hands trembling.

Can’t let him see it. Can’t let him know.

You tear a pack of wet wipes open in the glove compartment and start scrubbing at the food stains and crumbs. Every minute feels like a second slipping out of your reach. Entirety too fast. As you clean your mind races trying to conjure up a reply if Sam notices anything. He’s meticulous with his belongings, especially his little pride, his car. He’d definitely notice right?

The pressure mounts you like he’s over your shoulder crushing you himself. But that wouldn’t be so bad. Off topic, you need to get your head in the game girl. - spoken as just as your father would.

With 10 minutes remaining, you stop in a neighborhood on your route and toss the containers into someone else’s dumpster to their visible confusion.

“Sorry!” You hurriedly shout at them as you book it back into your car. Surveying the car, you concluded that it wasn’t perfect but it was passable. You stuffed the trash bag under the seat, hoping Sam wouldn’t find it, and continue driving to the gym, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

You pulled up just as he’s walking out, looking refreshed and energized. He spots you and jogs over, his smile widening as he gets closer. You force your own, your heart racing.

“Thanks for picking me up hon.” He hums, sliding into the passenger seat. As he leans over to kiss you, you hope he doesn’t smell the cheeto dust on you.

“Anytime.” You awkwardly get out, trying to sound casual.

As you drive home, Sam fills the silence chatting about his workout and some training techniques he’s trying. You nod along, your mind still preoccupied on whether you missed anything.

As you pull into the driveway, he gives you a curious look. "You okay? You didn’t answer my question.”

Snapping back into the present, you force another smile.

"Sorry, Yeah, I’m just a bit tired. Long day."

Nodding slowly, long bronze curls bouncing, and seemingly accepting my explanation, he accompanies you inside without anything further. You breathe a sigh of relief as you shut the door behind.

Crisis averted, for now.

You had a few hours before dinner, so you decided to lay on the sofa as Sam takes a shower to clear your head. As you lie your head on a soft blanket, you think about how close you came to being found out. You need to stop this, for both your and Sam’s sake.

After his shower, you find Sam in the kitchen, leaning against the counter top dressed for the occasion. He looks up, noticing you and smiles. "Ready?"

Noticing you hadn’t swapped out your comfortable clothes for something more.. boujiee, he gives you a small frown. “You aren’t going?”

You hated lying to him.

“I’m.. tired. Can we do this another day?” You breathed out after a long pause.

He looked at you with unblinking eyes, usually bright and nut-brown but the dimness of the kitchen casted a darkness above them, now appearing black. You felt a bead of sweat travel down your temple, your gaze flickering from him to the window.

He sighed before taking one hand from the counter and gliding it through his curls. Breaking eye contact for a second before resuming his laser-point stare.

“Did you eat earlier?”

“No.”

An unreadable expression now dons his unreasonably attractive face. He walks over to the large trash bin next to the walkway leading into the living room and pulls a familiar large trash bag from behind it. He opens it in front of you and a bunch of wrappers and fall out dramatically onto the ground, crumbs and all.

“We-we planned this days in advance. Why do you always do this?” As he reveals the extent he figured out, his eyebrows furrow in frustration. His pokered-face before now looked genuinely hurt as he was trying to wrap his head around why you kept avoiding going out with him.

the look on his face is a mixture of confusion and concern.

"What's going on?" His voice was always so gentle, but there's an almost edge of worry underlying his words that made you nervous.

Your eyes felt like they were burning and a familiar feeling of pressure building up in your chest showed your body knew what you were going to do before you knew yourself. Your cheeks felt wet and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

You had burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't want you to find out like this."

Immediately abandoning the garbage bag, he pulls you into his big arms. “It’s ok, just talk to me.” He reassures, not angry but confused.

Through violent sobs you decided to tell him everything. The binge eating, the shame, and the guilt. The weight of the secret pressed on you as if you were being suffocated.

“Sam,” You began, voice trembling, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He listens without interrupting, silent. The sensation of his hand rubbing circles into your back soothed you.

Trying to gather your thoughts you finally decide, here goes.

"I've been struggling with.. binge eating. It started in middle school during those stressful nights when, you know, I kept failing math-“ you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh because of how stupid you thought you sounded-“and I felt like I couldn't keep up. I would sneak downstairs after everyone went to bed and eat whatever I could find. It felt like the only way to feel better."

You felt his embrace tighten around and take the opportunity to close your eyes and fully encapsulate your face into the warmth of his boulder shoulder, happy and disgusted at the tears and snot your smearing all over his nice dress shirt.

“A-and it spiraled out of control in high school. I began exercising to try to reduce the damage.. and then I met you. I meant to tell you but-but I was terrified of what you would think of me.”

When I finally finished, he holds your face up gently so you’re looking into his deep eyes. "I'm so sorry you've been dealing with this alone. I don’t even think I could not love you, especially for something like this. And we're a team, okay? We'll figure this out together."

You were so lucky to have him, you thought as you lean your head into his large hand, feeling newly matured tears run down your face again while you apologized about making a mess of his shirt.

Surprised, a smiling Sam hurriedly wipes them with the back of his hand while he reassures you that it’s completely fine.

[bigshymen]

Hey! I just saw your account and I instantly became happy 🥹 Not many people write about Sam Sulek and I’m so thankful that you do ❤️

If you are taking requests can you do a fic that involves the reader ( female ) helping Sam relax after an intense workout, like giving him a bath or massaging him 🥰

( can be wholesome or 😏 upto you 😳)

YOU GOT ME THINKING THINGS…! (I apologize it’s only losely based on the prompt, I definitely took my own creative liberties on this one so there’s no relaxing here 😅)

SHOWER THOUGHTS (NSFW)

sam sulek x fem reader

summary : you are a bodybuilding influencer infamous in the community for hooking up with fellow bodybuilders before their untimely deaths. but you like that.

smut , shower s3x , protected s3x , light dom reader , bodybuilder reader , loss of virginity , inexperience , oral s3x , hook ups, reader is a fiend , drug use , oneshot , size difference , mentions of death , morbid fantasies , he’s loud ! , afab anatomy , v4ginal s3x , kissing , i love evil reader actually

It’s no secret Sam is on steroids.

He never outright said it but if you’ve ever seem him before.. it’s obvious. And nowadays, what bodybuilder isn’t on the juice?

This of course never bothered you because, well, it excited you. You got off to the rush of the shortened life span of steroid users, the knowledge that you would be the last fuck of their life because who else wanted them?

Most women aren’t attracted to ridiculously big guys anyway (and not the good kind of big). The last thing they would cherish before their untimely death was you and your charity towards them with their body.

it’s why you began this ‘arrangement’ with him. The two of you had a complicated relationship. Workout buddies by day and fuck buddies by night, basically. You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with a guy on steroids because he wasn’t the first and when he’s dead at 30 he definitely wont be the last.

The last guy you hooked up with was the stereo-typical-hypermasculine-bodybuilder influencer, both in looks and personality. Honestly, you only fucked with him because he supplied you with free anabolics, and while you weren’t a roidhead like the guy, you dabbled in a bit of testosterone because you wanted to get built up fast yourself since you were also a bodybuilder influencer.

When he ended up sick and dying a premature death, you set yourself on another bodybuilder.

With the reputation you built for hopping from one guy to another, (and the deaths that followed soon after) some happening to be well known with fanbases, you began to be regarded as a “curse.”

Any bodybuilder that messed around with you is bound to die when you break it off with them.

You were surprised when you caught wind of this when it eventually reached your ears by a joke “warning” you saw online. I didn’t bother you really. It was technically the truth, anyway, but you’d never admit it because it would scare away the game.

Fast forward, you discovered a seemingly overnight sensation when you opened social media one day.

“Sam Sulek, 21, Bodybuilder.”

He was young and already so huge. Normally you wouldn’t be interested in guys new to bodybuilding. They weren’t ripe and deep enough into enhancement drugs for death not to follow closely behind them.

But he was so, so huge for his age. And it was obvious he was using and using badly. Face massacred by acne, chest and shoulders red with it too. Unnaturally muscular and desiring to get only 30lbs heavier as his main goal, even though he was already so massive.

You were dripping through your tight, active shorts just thinking about it. He was ready, you just knew it.

The two of you met at a bodybuilding convention not long after. Most people recognizing you either wanted a picture with the infamous ‘curse,’ pointing with their friends and whispering that you were scouting for your next victim, or they were genuinely fans.

It wasn’t hard to find him. He was a massive hit among fans for his attitude towards fame and being so down to earth. And you had to admit, he was pretty attractive outside of his body.

You’d hoped he hadn’t heard about the “curse,” you were worried it may ruin your chances with him, and if he did he never mentioned it because only a day after the convention and an intense workout on his part, you invited him to the airbnb you were staying at in the area and he showed.

The chemistry sparked at the convention almost immediately and to your delight it continued to burn brightly at his place. Maybe he intended to collab with you and he thought it would be a good way to get his name out there, but you quickly made your own intentions clear.

And to your surprise he was receptive.

You moaned loudly as Sam went down on you, warm water spraying onto your body, obscuring the wet mess that wasn’t from the shower head between your thighs. His palms played with your hard nipples above him as he repositioned himself on his sore knees on the shower floor, but he didn’t complain.

He was hesitant at first about doing it in the shower because of the slipperiness, but you reassured him you’d make it worth it.

Obviously this was his first time because he was not a good eater. We can change that later. You stopped him after you faked an orgasm because you didn’t want to embarrass him. Normally with the previous guys you were with you didn’t give a shit about how they felt if they were trash at it, but Sam looked so eager to please.

He looked up at you with so much earnest. His wide and glossy nut-brown eyes and his pinky cheeks. It was cute, even. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him was shit at head, at least not now.

You take your hand from his darkened, wet curls and beckon him up for the real treat. With your body pressed against the shower wall you let him have you the way he wanted.

Uncoordinated and weak as shit at first, but with your guidance, and his wrapped 3 inches you were screaming out in pleasure in no time.

“Oh.. oh!”

He re-paces himself slowly inside you, the stream of water working as an extra lubricate to your own. You rest your head onto the wall while he puts his head on your shoulder, sweet sounds exiting his mouth as well.

You pushed yourself backwards only drawing him deeper inside you desperately. Sensing that maybe his little peter wasn’t enough, he slithers his digits down your opening and begins to finger your clit, the enlarged size not seeming to phase him (thank tren).

With each thrust, the pain from his sore muscles increased but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He leans impossibly forward, pressing his massive body into yours and sandwiching you against the wall for his own pleasure, his cries becoming louder from his muscle aching along with the intense sensations.

Sensing his orgasm and your own, you captured his mouth with yours with a deep kiss, tasting faint traces of you on his tongue. You imagined his heart giving out while he struggled to tell you he’s close because you wont let him.

“M..mnh!” He attempts to get out until he can’t hold himself off any longer. He frees you from the wall and almost manages to get away before you pull him back in and have him empty himself inside you with a loud moan. You wish he had died then and there. The thought combined with this caused you to orgasm harshly, crying out alongside him.

You weren’t worried about the condom breaking anyway for obvious reasons.

Though extremely heavy breaths Sam looked dazed with pleasure, not even questioning what had just happened.

You shared one last kiss with him, well, shared is used loosely because you did all the kissing and while he tried to keep up before the water turned cold and the two of you promptly exited the shower.

[bigshymen]

masterlist (2024)

sam sulek :

sam sulek x pilates fem reader (sfw)

sam sulek x masc reader (sfw)

sam sulek x masc reader HAPPY DEATH (nsfw)

sam sulek x fem reader SPRING CUT BULK? (PART 1) (sfw)

sam sulek x fem reader SPRING CUT BULK? (PART 2) (sfw)

sam sulek x fem reader who struggles with BINGE EATING (sfw)

sam sulek x fem reader SHOWER THOUGHTS (nsfw)

sam sulek x masc reader BODYBUILDER RIVAL (sfw)

[bigshymen]

Should i write more sam sulek x fem or masc reader? I enjoy either but i want to know which demographic favors ridiculous-sized guys more

[bigshymen]

why is the sam sulek story you just posted tagged as male reader if you wrote it for fem readers?

I tag my works either masc or fem with both tags for reach! I added tags that said something along the lines of “to clarify tags are for reach” for others who are wondering the same thing. The main audience for my posts are people who read “x readers” anyway. Most users on other platforms like YT or tiktok use a similar logic for their tags so I got the idea to do the same thing 😊