Random thought: afew years back I created an OC for the sole purpose of her being used in roleplays dating fictional hotties. How that went? She's now in relationships and married in several AUs - to the same man. The thought of her dating another character alone feels like the biggest crime. I can hear her scream in the back of my head.
It's a beautiful word, really. Something to be used in many contexts.
Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. For Fuck's sake. Only a small pinch of what blooms out of Shane’s regular everyday vocabulary, a versatile thing that was always there to truly help him express himself.
The very word runs rampant in Shane’s head, looping over and over in a messy string, nearly mouthed out with the purse of his lips – But not for the reason one may think.
The burly man storms through the rough debris that dared to sprout around the edge of your farm, the entrance from the Ranch side path almost deliberately left unkempt, surely just to piss him further off, right? Add to the blasting hot flush that wrecked up his body, fueled with hot white annoyance and the nauseating touch of what felt like a fever.
All this over a midnight snack – Cookies.
Or so he initially thought. Two bags wrapped up all pretty on the dining table, an obnoxious bow tied all prissy and pristine with a little tag, a message scrawled in your handwriting: “Special Treats!” - Little Miss Perfect infiltrating his home life now? Was the Saloon and his Goddamn place of work not enough for you?
Look at you, trying to pander around- Coming ‘round and gifting Aunt Marnie these treats, that sweet smile you usually threw at him surely smeared on your face, that crinkle in your eyes that had him chewing on his inner cheek lest he barked out something truly horrid. Sickeningly sweet - Enough to have his gut churn every time he had the displeasure of seeing you bound up to him, striking up some meaningless small-talk conversation as if you cared about any of the half-assed answers he had for you.
However, that all didn’t deter him from snagging one of the wrapped-up parcels filled with cookies, yanking the tail of the ribbon bow with a clumsy pinch of his fingers to unwind the packet. Surely put out for the whole family, right? Right. So Shane thought at least.
The first bite had Shane scrunching his thick brows, chewing slow and heavy as he mused over the ‘cookie-biscuit-treat-thing’, pinched between his fingers, turned and rotated for inspection.
It was sickeningly sweet, just like you. With a swirl of thick caramel-like ribbons running through the crunchy dough, making him salivate, saliva pooling under his tongue as his jaw gives a dull and quick ache at the flavour. Fuck- It was almost as if it wasn't for human consumption. The thought makes Shane snort as he reaches for another, biting into the treat before washing it all down with an equally tooth-rotting swig of Joja-Cola.
He only meant to sample a few, just a few! Like three.. Okay, maybe four- Or five?
The treats leave a grain of crumbs left on Shane’s fingers, sandy and dry, clinging to his clammy hands until he dusts it off with his thumb, going the extra mile to swipe his hand over the front of his jacket for good measure.
And soon all that is left is the clear cellophane bag and a wrinkled and sad little ribbon you had used to tie it all together. Shit- Whoops, he’d gone and zoned out and ate himself into a stomach ache, mindlessly chewing and crunching down on each sweet treat until he was left with mere crumbs.
Shane sucks on his teeth, tongue running over his molars, absentmindedly swiping up the last remnants of cookie while he bins the evidence and makes way towards his room for the rest of the night. Shane doesn't even bother flicking on his light, kicking his shoes to an unknown corner, lost to the piles of floor-drobe scattered around the ground. He smacks his lips, still sweet with an essence of sugary cookie treats.
The springs in his mattress creak with his weight as he sits, his large paw of a hand grabbing at his tousled duvet, nearly settled in for the evening – Until a heat washes up from his gut.
Shane freezes, eyes blindly flicking to each corner of his room, thoughts swirling through his mind, the twinge of fight or flight raising up his pulse, heart beginning to thrum in his throat. – Something was wrong – Ohh.. Fuck, was he about to be sick?
A hot flush trills through his body, a full shiver starting from his shoulders and all the way down to his toes, treading past his gut in a way that had him panting a few out-of-breath gasps. He sits still, trying to listen to whatever his body was telling him, feeling his blood pressure rise with a thrum against his throat, the instinct to clench and unclench his jaw already in motion. His teeth grit audibly, a bubble in his gut making his brows scrunch tightly together.
He hiccups, more nausea following the jolting breath, something daring to jump up his throat- It bubbles, feels like a lump of something nasty, a fizzling sick that was surely about to come up and make some kind of mess! Shane sighs with an audible crack, his voice tainting the sound in a pitiful near-whine. It comes closer, his body fighting him, sickly hot and nasty- Yoba, he was going to be sick, wasn't he? His hand covers his mouth, body instinctively leaning forwards, bracing for the-!
“Ughh…Buh..” Okay. It was just a burp.
Sure, it relieved some of the pressure in his gut and maybe the nausea had died down but.. He still felt horrible, feverish..
Something else bubbles in the depths of Shane’s gut, rising up into the core of his chest, settling into a heavy ball of agitation, of annoyance and anger placed towards you. You did this, you had practically poisoned him - Maybe it was on purpose? Knew he'd be tempted by a snack sitting right on the table, just asking to be eaten. Yeah. You were in for it-!
Sweat beads down Shane’s forehead, turning uncomfortably crisp and chilly in the cool night air, a hot full-body shiver wracks down his form, the contradicting temperatures churning his stomach into something nauseating. His brow furrows hard, enough to feel the lapping lick of a headache drag over his temple with a throb- He’s surprised he hadn’t popped an artery and collapsed amongst the messy brush of twigs and rocks scraping against his ankles, picking the threads of his socks with each clumsy, agitated step.
The burly man mutters under his breath, a silent string of unintelligible curses and swears, a permanent scrunch woven into his thick brows to top it off.
“Fucks sake..” There's his favourite word, gritted through his teeth as a tree root hooks the toe of his shoe, the rubber soles squeak with apprehension, a kick of the dirt grounding Shane into staying upright. Another growl rolls through his teeth, f-bombs snarled with a crinkle of his nose; Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck, You-! Yoba, he wishes.
Fucking. What.
Pause.
Shane has to give a physical shake of his head to throw the thought out of his ear, blinking hard a few times over before he properly comes to – When had he stomped up your porch steps and bashed a heavy rasp against your poor door? Somehow, his frown deepens, brows tightening and worsening the headache that budded at his temple, his hand stays stuck in the air in a fist just hovering by the door frame. He lets out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, the air feeling wet against his lips, combined with the slick drip of sweat that drops off of the tip of his nose.
He nearly jumps when the door creaks open, letting the light from within bleed into the night, making his eyes squint and blur as you come into vision, peeking your head through the door.
“Sh.. Shane?” Your voice is so fucking soft, caressing his ears, paired with the concerned look on your face; Dolly eyes blinking at him, all filled with worry, and that puppy-like tilt to your head? It has his molars grinding together. “Are you alright..? It’s quite late-”
“No- I’m not ‘alright’-” Shane cuts you off, coming back into the present, his voice stressing against his throat. “You,” He starts, easily barging into your space with heavy steps, his palm pawing at the frame of the door, “Fuck- Y’have it out f’me, dontcha?” He accuses, irritation quickly bubbling back to a rolling boil. Yoba, don’t look at him like that, all frowny-faced, brows knitted into an innocent sense of confusion.
“N-No? I don’t, I-”
“Oh? You don’t, huh? So, what, you go out of your way to fucken’ poison me for no reason then?” His tone rises, headvoice busting through his throat with a growl.
“Poison? Shane, I-I’m lost, I’m sorry-” You carefully reach your hand out to him, tilted carefully as if he were a distressed beast. It sounds alarms in his head, making the feverish wash of shivers all the more worse, as if touching him would send him spiralling.
“Ohohh.. Don’t act all coy and stupid-” Shane avoids your touch and points a finger at you, jamming it into your chest with a mean poke, “You made those cookies,” he heaves, “were practically askin’ me to eat em’, too,” He points back at himself, movements swaying and a little clumsy, “knew I would too, know I’m nothin’ but a-” You cut off the attempt at his self depreciation with a stumble of words.
“C-Cookies?” Shane watches your face contort into some kind of horror; lips parting, mouth opening with a soft gasp, “Shane.. H-How many…” You take a step back, fingers worrying around your mouth, teeth digging into the end of your nails in a nervous bite, a panic setting in to your body language. “How many did you have..?” Shane can barely hear you through your mumbling, that silly way you cover your mouth and the Goddamn thrumming in his ears. Your tone sends something icy through his chest.
“A whole fuckin’ bag?” His pitch raises; you weren't instilling a whole lot of confidence in him. Shane rolls his neck, agitation hot on the edge of his patience. Your reaction was less than stellar for his own mental stability.
“Ah-! Shane.. Those..” You look him over, eyes frantically searching his form, full of worry and.. For Yoba's sake, were you tearing up? Give him a break, he’s not falling for whatever this little act was, the faux sweetness, trying to wrap him around your little fingers, tugging at his heart and causing a thrum of palpitations – Okay, maybe it was working to some effect.
“Uhm.. D-Don’t freak out,” You preface, slow and careful, your face twisted in thought, he could practically see the gears in your brain working overtime to articulate whatever was on your mind. “The ‘cookies’..” You stammer, looking everywhere but him.
“They were for the cows.. For… for b-breeding..?” You say it like you’re unsure, embarrassed to even utter the word.
“Breeding?!” Shane regrets the raise in his voice, the splitting throb in his head protesting his reaction.
“Yes! Yes- I just.. M-Miss Marnie wanted some ‘special treats’ for the cows? T-To help with uhm..” You pause your rambling, tongue trying to wrap around a word that didn't sound downright filthy, “To cultivate them in time for the Valley F-Fair..?” It sounds more like a question, like you were trying to convince yourself of the story. “I swear!”
Shane can’t even respond, staring at you like a dead fish, mouth agape and all of the breath in his lungs sucked out, eye twitching with the semblence of something that said ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
“I should have labelled them better, I-I’m sorry I didn't know I..” You start rambling at him, excuses about Jas, the fact that not everyone was home, that you thought the wrapping would be cute, blah, blahblah, blah blah-
“F’Gods sake, Shut up-” Words come back to Shane, gritted through his teeth with a dull growl, effectively making you snap your jaw shut and obey with a nervous nod. Fuck, a trill of warmth swells in his guts at that, the way you so readily listen to his barks. You shrink under him, more soft mumbles spilling from your lips, “Proper words.” He scolds you, that practiced dad-like tone coming out for just a moment.
“I-I’m sorry.. I-”
“Sorry isn't going to fix this- Fuck..” A dizzy spell knocks Shane into a wobble, his palm coming into contact with a nearby wall to stabilise himself- There was no way he was going to walk his ass home in this condition, not anytime soon at least. “How.. hahh.. How do I stop it?” His cool, sunken eyes glare at you.
“I.. You.. Can’t, really…” You hesitate, teeth nervously picking bites at your bottom lip. “Can.. Manage symptoms, maybe? Y-Yknow..?” You make a few awkward gestures, vulgar enough to get the idea across.
“You’re tellin’ me I gotta jerk off- What? You gonna watch or something? Huh?” He leans harder into the wall, his knees starting to give out underneath him, creaking with a deep ache. It redirects the source of the symptoms, however.. How long had his groin been aching with steady swells of arousal? Feverish hot and cold shivers manifest into something more tingly- Anticipatory excitement agitating his limbs, making them feel oh so restless.
“N-No I.. I’m… Offering..” You ponder off, biting your inner cheek on one side, shrinking into yourself even more, “I wanna help.” Your eyes trail down, lingering on the steady swelling pudge of Shane’s cock outlined in his pants. Fuck- Was this your plan all along? Have him chase you down as part of your little game? Play the helpful little nice girl after you’d fucked his night up? “S’my fault.. Right? I-I should at least.. You know..” So forward, and you can’t even say the proper words.
Fuck.
This was a bad idea, obviously.
That's why he let you guide his clumsy, fever-stricken ass into the living room, settling him into the cushions of the couch, legs spread apart enough to show off the throbby swell of his cock straining hard against the front of his shorts. Obviously. He watches your eyes widen a smidge when it dares to flex, hot and aching with the press of fabric, the seam line of his pants digging right into the swollen tip of his dick, making Shane hiss a wiry swear through his teeth.
He lulls his head to the side, clumsily leaning into the back of the couch, eyes dull and lazy as they look down at you, watching you kneel between his spread knees. Your fingers carefully trace the threads that made up the edge of his pants, tentative and seemingly weary, eyes looking up, all clueless and puppy-like, hesitant to make the first move.
“Fuck y’lookin at..” Shane’s grudge resurfaces, words slurred as another ache throbs in his brain. He nearly feels a pang of guilt at the way you snap your gaze downwards, nearly. His cock gives another throb instead, visibly flexing beneath the fabric like a taunt, the barest itch of fabric friction earning the room a sigh-laced groan.
“Y-You..?” God. You think you’re cute, acting all nervy and worried like this, cowering under his blurred, less-than-sober gaze. Shane has to swallow down another bark of insults, his thick fingers struggling to fumble with his fly, thumbing helplessly at the button and zip that confines him. Your hands raise to help, stilling at the pointed and unamused look he hurls at you. This was for him, not for you. He was in charge of what was going down, got it?
Finally, finally- the telltale buzz of his zipper sounds as he frees himself of the horrid confines of his shorts, stomach breathing in relief as his waistband slackens, cock nearly punching through his boxers when he shimmies his pants down just enough.
God- He’d bled weeps of pre-cum through his underwear, the kitschy, worn-out pattern of pizzas tainted with a blobby wet patch. The fabric sheens in the dim warm light of the living room, all but the mark his cock had cried into his pants, wet and matte and visibly sticky- He has to flex his calves when another onslaught dares to cry from his clothed tip.
“Shit..” Shane sniffles, thumbing at the elastic of his boxers, soothing the bite the band left embedded in his skin. His eyes flick to you, nose crinkling when you avoid his gaze, feeling the remnants of sweat on his top lip, all cool and uncomfortable. He wipes his face with his shoulder, giving his head a shake in an attempt at composure, regretting the way it has his vision swamped and swimming. This was stupid, he felt sick. Now, he should haul himself off to the clinic, but something in his body kept him right there, sunken into the comfy seat of the couch, shimmying his cock free with a fumble and a grit to his teeth.
Okay, this was sort of worth it, watching you marvel at his length, standing tall and proud for you- Because of you, yeah, this was on you. He thumbs at the base, feeling through the thickly dark brush of wiry hair that framed his cock, cringing at just how worked up and sweaty he’d gotten on the walk over. To be honest, he almost feels bad or something, but it's short-lived.
He can't contemplate regret with the huff of your nervous breath, how it has him forcing up a hot flex through his cock, the thick vein that tread up to the tip pulsing almost comically- Pornographically, as if he were some actor making chump change for some seedy website, hopped up on viagra or some shit makin’ his dick too big – Well, that wasn’t far off of the current events, honestly.
Fuck you and your stupid sex cookies, making him lose the breath that rasped out of his lungs, aching the joints of his jaw as his teeth grit and grind with a hearty scowl.
The teasing has his guts churning, that nauseating bubble of fever mixed with that sickly sweet essence of arousal- Shane feels bad for the cows and what they’re sure to endure with that other batch of treats sitting and waiting on the counter back at the Ranch. Your little breaths are warm, combating the hot dribble of pre-cum that cries a weepy tear down the thick vein running down the underside of his cock. Your head tilts, lips coming closer, doll eyes looking up at him for some kind of permission, pursing and pouty and so- so, so close-!
Fuckkk.
“Hahh.. Sh-Shit.” He doesn't mean to make such a whimpery, pissy sound, but it's hard not to. That velvet sweet tongue of yours dragging a careful kitten lick up the underside of his rosy cockhead, flattening softly over the tip to lap up the dribbles of arousal leaking from his slit. He paws a hand into the couch cushion, fingers flexing a handful of the material in some attempt to ground himself. Fuck, that shouldn’t have elicited that kind of a reaction. What was he? Some bitchless virgin teenager?
God- but it soothes that pulsing ache in his head.. Both of them- Each and every drag of your wet tongue sends clarity to his brain and a fuzz of arousal to his cock. He lets his head fall back, a careful sigh slowly pushing out of his lungs, brows now knitted in concentration over outright pain and discomfort, focusing on those gentle, rhythmic licks and laps. It annoyed him, just how tentative and gentle you were, practically coddling him through this.. Rut he was going through- Just proving him wrong to a degree. Was a few kisses and licks to his prick making him have second thoughts about you?
“Haghh.. Fuckk-” You rip a groan from his throat, Adam's apple peeking through the stubble that poked his skin with a bob. He feels it, your lips wrapping around his chubby mushroom tip, spitty, warm, silky even, tongue swirling patterns around and around, cheeks hollowing to give a suckle. You hum back at him, soft, breaths huffing from your nose brushing against the length of him while you gift attention to the tip.
Shane peeks an eye down, dick flexing against your tongue at the content little expression on your face – eyes fluttered shut, lips pursed and pouty on his cock, lost in your own little world down there. Ohh, but something itches, an urge to soothe a new feeling, something hot and buzzing, not quite like that sickly wash of fever, something that had his hand itching to touch you..
Thick fingers thread their way into your hair, heavily and clumsily petting at you, coordination still washed from the effect of those fucked up cookies. His knuckles ache to squeeze, to give a pull, wanting to take some charge and be rough with you. The fingers tighten, gripping your hair in a fist, strands taught and pulling on your scalp. You can only glance at him before he pushes his palm down.
Down, down, dowwwn girl. Yeah, that's right, take him right to the back of your throat.
“There ya go.. Haghh.. shh..iiit..” His head drops forward from the couch, neck rolling to a stop, tilted for the best view of you down there.
Just look at’cha. Pretty face smushed into the messy, wiry brush of his base, your fingers grappling a handful each of the fabric of his shorts, nails digging a delicious stinging scratch into his skin through the material- Fuck, you’re even tugging at the hairs on his thighs in your scramble. It stings and it shows with a hiss through his gritted teeth. Shane couldn't care enough, though, not with how sweetly velvet your mouth felt, all softly-silky with spit and drool gagged up from the bullying choke of his tip down your throat. Ohh, how you gargle down on him, those pretty lashes of yours bled wet with tears, sparkling up at him with your strained and fluttered blinks.
His hips roll off of the sofa, up in experimental thrusts, the swollen pudge of his tip pressing wetly to the back of your throat. His hand pushes you down to meet with him, getting a kick each time your nose buries into the musk of his pubes, those lips kissing a ring of bubbly spit around his length. His chest heaves, a burn nestling into his lungs, veins on fire, the thought of your own well-being thrown out the door in favour of using you as a remedy.
It was your fault in the end, right? You’re only doing your part in all of this.
Still, Shane has enough mercy on you to lift you off of him, sloppy, gagged up saliva slurping up his cock with the movement. His thick fingers cup your face, squishing your cheeks together to purse your lips into a pucker, and he inspects you, already feeling that uneasy bubble of artificial arousal pulse to his cock. Your breath stutters a hiccup, a sob seemingly right at the tippity top of your throat, ready to barrel out with a cry. The threat of it has Shane groaning a low sound, tilting his head to admire you, dullen grey-green eyes looking you over, taking it all in..
The spike of that arousal coursing through his veins was surely an aid in his opinions – You were cute like this, sniffly and frowny, lips wobbling between the pinch of his fingers, eyes locked to the flushed up bruisy-rose head of his cock.
His skin pricks with pins and needles, fiery and agitated, only soothed when he plants you back on his length, ignoring the muffled, gargled sound you make at him. You fist against his shorts for comfort, curling into the material of the waistband that pools around his upper thighs, looking all huddled up and cute on his cock.
“Relax- Oi.. That’s it- C’mon, fuckk..” He massages his free hand around your chin, fingers cupping your jaw, making you go nice and slack, knuckles brushing a delicate – a Shane level of delicate, at least – brush against your throat, opening you up all nice and easy for his bullying cock.
Perception blurs, hot lust and a clouded shadow of arousal takes over Shane’s mind, that sickly sweet and sticky feeling in his body transforming into something alive and buzzing, needing more- more and more.. Sharp pangs of arousal replaces the fever, lethargic bones and joints now twitchy and on fire, guts twisting with the build-up of an orgasm rather than the swirl of anger and nausea.
Oh, he feels it, fuck- the taught squeeze of his balls, constricting with a flex when he comes to his peak, the plump and rosy tip of his dick lodged nice and deep down your throat, feeling that tongue massage over the underside. He spurts his first round, hot and thick, cumming hard with rolling thrusts of his hips until he pushes you down with a heavy palm. The gags and sputtering only urge him on, milking up a healthy cum-shot just for you.
He groans when you come up for air, messily coughing and gagging up a sputtery, spitty mix of cum and saliva, wet tears streaming down your cheeks, a sniffle to your nose adding to the vision. You make a show of swallowing, covering your mouth just like earlier, hiccuping the barest hint of a cry behind your hand. You look up at him, eyes watery, hair a mess, nose snotty, and what do you see? Well, Shane’s already pulling off another gush of cum, busting a load over his thick knuckles as he fists his cock at the sight of you, tip flexing angrily with dribbles of milky white.
Why stop there, right? Not like he could regardless.. Fuck… Good thing you were so helpful to help him out in such a predicament, right?
Right.
So generous, maybe you truly were the sweet and doting little farmer everyone said you were, look at you now – Split in half, taking cock on the floor of your living room, legs folded to your ears while Shane’s heavy weight presses you into the run below. Your clothes are gone, so are his, long forgotten between Yoba knows how many rounds between you.
Your supple cunt weeps his cum, a filthy ring of cream bubbling around his base, sticking into the brush of his pubes, leaking down his heavy balls, making them all sticky as they clap against you with each and every thrust. You’re practically non-verbal at this point, whimpering little noises, hiccups of something soft and sweet. You cling to him, arms clumsily locked around his sweaty neck, nails digging a scratch each time Shane rolls his hips a certain way.
He mounts your cunt, stuffing you up with the thick of his cock, his skin sticking to yours, thick tummy and strong thighs giving a slight wobble every time his hips smack into yours. He’s practically in your stomach, fucked into your guts, spattered at least two- or what it three.. Thick loads into you already. What a champ you were, helping him out like this, after tormenting him for so long, for practically drugging him into an endless plane of arousal. Can’t stop, won’t stop- Not when your cunt sucks him in like this, not when you do more than just lay there and look pretty- around after round and you’re still craning those hips, digging your heels into his back, peppering desperate kisses against the scruff of his soft jaw.
Ohhh fuck.. He’s close again.
Shane groans loud, manhandling you in place, bending you in a way he could only previously imagine, eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you desperately hold your own legs all steady for him. So sweet and generous, might give you something for it all too-
His thick thumb plays with your clit, rubbing rough circles into the poor, puffy and overstimulated little bud, all wet and slippery with cum and slick. His thrusts grow rough and heavy, the full weight of his body practically crushing you into the floor, punching you in the guts with his cock. Shane watches your tits jump with each fuck, the plaps of his hips cutting up for breaths into cute little stacattos, endless hiccups, messy sniffles, bleary eyes that can barely properly look at him.
“Hmmm fuckkk.. M’gonna cum again y’know- wan’ more? Hmnn?” Shane slurs, licking at his lips, catching drool with a messy slurp. You respond with a sniffly, wobbly ‘yes’ of your own, petting a hand into the grown-out undercut that curls at his neck. His free hand grips your shoulder, pulling you down on his cock, the other paying that very special attention to your clit, pinching, rubbing, massaging, working you into your own nth orgasm of the evening.
Your pussy gurgles with cum, all lubed and suckling on his cock, coming closer and closer, tightening up on his length, a squeezy kiss of your cunt to his base-! Shane digs deep and grinds, rubbing his pelvis into your clit, hot friction tipping you over, both of his hands now pulling you into him. You tug his hair, he sinks his teeth into your neck, groans and cries synchronise as Shane floods you with more of his cum, adding to the sloshy mess he’d dumped into you already. It spurts hot and heavy, rope after rope, fuck, it feels impossible to hold this much cum. His balls ache and twitch, tip all swollen and surely a bruisy purple by now, but Yoba, how could he care? Especially now.
You squeeze around him, pushed to the edge as he fucks himself through it all, quivering around his pulsy cock, toes curling, throat hoarse with whimpery rambles, babbling nonsense about cumming for him, all for him! Ohh, it's wet, it's messy, adding to the stickiness that drips between his thighs and smears onto your skin, has Shane’s cock pulsing for more, despite the protest in his arms and the dull aching in his back.
2nd prompt for this week! I do really hope you enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this! This wip has been sitting for quite a while, I'm really happy to have it done. Sort of a leftover wip from a request earlier this year before my hiatus :>
I've never posted a mean Shane fic so that's exciting!! I think I like how he turned out~ lmk what you think hehe
°•.Warnings - 18+ Smut | erotic/sexual humiliation, semi-public sex, degradation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, window sex, name calling, fingering, piv, doggy style, manhandling, submission, sam has a pierced dick- cause i said so
“Ohh shit.. Look at you, Babe-” Sam rasps from behind you, a kiss grazing against the back of your neck, a cool drag of a lip ring leaving a subtle prick, forcing the hairs on your skin to stand up. Your lips purse into a frowny pout, fingers curling against the dusty wooden windowsill right above his bed. A soft keen hums up from your throat, your head tipping forward to carefully bump into the glass of the window, back arching just that little bit more, hips rolling a careful rock against Sam’s knuckles.
A warm hand glides up your lower back, ceasing in the middle to give a press, forcing that arch into something nearly painful, your cheek now smushing against the cool glass. “Fuck.. That’s hot… You’re such a slut-” Sam breathes, chuckling at the tail end of his sentence. His tone is boyish, the usual sweet ray of sunshine just creeping through the heavily arousal-laced rasp. If you listened closely, you’d surely nearly hear an inkling of awkwardness just flicking into it all - After all, he was usually such a sweet lover.
You don’t have time to ponder it, really, not with the way two of his long and deft fingers jam themselves into your weeping cunt, already squelching with dribbles of slick and arousal. It pools a cream-tainted mess around his knuckles, saturating whatever jewellery he still had on, a ring gone all slippery on his finger and bracelet beads surely turning sticky with the way your pussy cries down his wrist. You breathe out a long, whimper-filled sigh, the glass beneath your face heating up with your breath, droplets of condensation already beginning to form.
Your fingers flex against the window ledge, tongue licking up saliva that dares to nearly dribble down your chin, a careful, slightly bleary eye craning to see Sam in your peripherals. The room is dim, save for the careful shine of his desktop casting a dull light through the space, showing off the divots and curves etched into Sam’s slender frame. It's enough to illuminate the pair of you, enough for any… Potential outside onlookers to see your naked self arch back on your boyfriend's fingers.
“Imagine someone walkin’ out and seeing this..” Sam trails off, it's almost like he reads your mind. Your gaze moves to the outside world, washed in darkness, the barest glint of warmth coming from the saloon just a short walk away. “What would they think..” He ponders on, dragging his free palm up and down the expanse of your back, “Showin’ yourself off like this.. Look- Getting fucked up against the window for anyone to see, doin’ whatever I want- Yeah, you want someone to see you.. Y’so gross..” In response, you whine a sound of defiance, struggling to shake your head at him, the barest little ‘no..’ cutting up your throat.
“Hahh.. Dunno- You’re clenchin’ on my fingers..” Sam trails off, that free hand grazing up your navel, careful over your tummy, cupping one of your tits in a handful, kneading the flesh like a toy. The digits lodged in your cunt curl and squelch, giving a few hard flicks for good measure. Your arousal makes a mess of his wrist, forced up with his rough fucks. “Sooo so wet, see? You like this, don’t ya? Like it when I'm rough with you? Yeah? Fuckin’ slut..” It's embarrassing just how much the nasty names have an effect on you, how they spark a zap in your brain and a pulse of arousal in your pussy, kissing squeezes against those fingers of his again.
“Sammyyyy..” Your tone is wobbly, edging almost on a beg, twisted up in a muddled plea born out of embarrassment. Pitiful. That's how you felt, at the mercy of Sam and his will, pressed up against his bedroom window, face-first into the glass, hyper-focused on any movement that disturbs the outside peace, all while showing off your dumb, slack-jawed, open-mouthed, fucked out face.
“What, huh? Havin’ second thoughts?” It's a jabbing tease, “Suddenly regretting this? What happened to the little slut from earlier, hnm? ‘Ohh Sammy- It’ll be fun, Baby I promise’~ Heh.. You wanted this..” He mimics you, all babyish and condescending, punctuating his mocking with a rolling pinch to your nipple and a rough beckoning of fingers within your squeezy cunt. “Wanted to ‘do it’ on the window, wanted to show off how much of a whore you are- Hohh fuck.. Y’like it when I call you names, right? Yeah, you do.” The usual goofster ties those filthy words around his tongue like a cherry stem only to spit them out right in your face.
“Hmnn.. n-nuh uh.” You airily try to bite back, try to prove him wrong, but how could you? Despite it all, no matter how much you denied it, you got off on the hot sear of mortification, the attempts to jab at your self-consciousness, throbbing arousal at the shame that could come with someone seeing a grossly horny slut like you.
“No?” You can hear the grin that tugs at Sam’s pierced lips, like he’d been faced with some sort of challenge, “Trying to prove me wrong?” His fingers slow, earning a sound from you that could only be described as something.. Woefully desperate.
“Wait- waitwait-” Your throat cracks around the outward cry, already mourning the loss of pressure and friction, dejectedly pressing your sweat-dampened forehead to the cool surface of the window. Sam retracts his fingers with a slight chuckle, wiping away the leftover juices of your cunt on your skin, leaving a slick and quickly cooling streak in his wake. You hum out a sobby sound, squirming your hips in a desperate plea for friction, sneaking a peek behind you, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.
You have to stifle your excitement, still the jump of your heart at the clank of Sam’s belt buckle, with the way he fists into his pants to fish out his weepy cock, that flushed, pierced tip glinting with pre cum and the metallic flash of his dydoe. You keep your lips wobbling, sulky with want.
“Y’look so dumb..” He tilts his head at you, idly tugging a few strokes to his cock. You bite into your lip, swaying your hips in some kind of pathetic dance to entice him, that slick cunt of yours dribbling down one of your inner thighs. “What now, huh?” Sam probes, “Want something?”
“More.. come back…” You lean up on the windowsill, arching your back and spreading your legs, tucking your face into your shoulder.
“Can’t even make up your mind..” Sam mutters, stifling a slight grin with a bite to his lip. He sighs a long and comfortable sound, that slight rasp of arousal bleeding the barest groan into it. His hands come up, cupping your outer thighs with a caress, giving a soft squish with his fingers, nails barely sinking into your skin. “Yoba.. you are a slut.” He spits it out like venom, knuckles bending as his finger pads press harder, hands following the soft, idle sway of your hips.
“Can't help it..” You mumble into the skin of your shoulder, eyes downcast as if you were a scolded kid. Your toes fidget a wiggle, twitchy with anticipation, teeth sinking a soft bite into your inner cheek, lashes fluttering innocently at the man behind you.
“‘Course you can’t.. Fuck.. Y’so hot…” Sam breathes it out, that meanness cracking ever so slightly, making you preen with satisfaction. “Should just… fuck you like this..” He chuckles, leaning over your frame to kiss a rough, teeth-filled smack on your neck, grazing you with the faint patch of facial hair that stubbled on his chin. The swell of his tip grazes against your slick-covered thigh, the heat from his hard cock leaving a warm spot, that little prick of cool from the piercing lodged in his tip imprinting your skin like a branding iron. It sparks excitement, a new flood of arousal fueled anticipation in your tummy. “W’adaya think?” You know he frames it like a question, but there's a small little inkling that tickles down your gut that says you may not exactly have a choice in the matter.
And you were right.
Sam had you hiked up on the windowsill, hands balancing yourself flat against the glass, struggling for grip as he pummels your cunt from behind. Your tits squish against the resistant material, glass fogging around the shape of your body, condensation wetting fog and droplets in a decadent frame. Your tummy bumps into the cool glass with every thrust, skin kissing sticky-wet presses with each rough roll of Sam's hips. You can barely see out, body and breath fogging the glass, cheek smushed, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull, the dim light from the saloon washing away, blurred with each and every moaning breath you make.
“S-Sahhhmm..” You feel your voice vibrate into your cheek, bouncing off of the glass. You try to tilt your head back to catch even a glimpse of your boyfriend, but it's all for naught, for the way his large hand threads into your hair, pushing your face back into the window. Your lips purse with the squish, another long hum purs from your throat, feeling helpless in the way he holds you, fucks you, all on display as if you were meat for the gallows. The full body press of the glass sparks that hot flood of arousal right onto the cock that fucks you, tacky skin leaving its mark, body heating up the surface into something dewy and slippery. You can only imagine the view in; your body shining with sweat and condensation, tits, cheek, palms and tummy sticking to the glass, pushing against the surface with each thrust of Sam’s hips. It’d be no question as to what you were getting up to; at best, some naked exhibition, at worst? Taking cock from behind like a slut in heat, desperate enough to show it off, telling the world, ‘more, more, more!’
Ohhh, but you love it. Sam knows you do, knows you like to look stupid and fucked out, knows you’d do anything to feel that sickly hot sear of embarrassment. It was only a matter of time, really, going without panties under your skirt or taking Sam in the cold night air on the farm could only satisfy you for a while…
The bed creaks under Sam’s thrusts, rickety against the wall, covers slipping into a mess underneath you, tangling with the fervour of fucking. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the cool glass beneath your cheek at the hot pudge of Sam’s cock bullying into your cunt. You push back on him, riding through each plap of his hips against your ass, taking his swollen length, cunt eagerly suckling him in with a wet, squeezy kiss. His hands fondle you, grabbing a feel of your hips, flattening a palm in between your sweaty shoulder blades, pushing down on the smooth of your back to squish you tighter against the glass. He holds you there, hard and mean, growling softly through his teeth, bleeding out his own moans.
You scrunch your brows, hyperfocusing on every sink of his cock, each time the tip bullies against your cervix, the grind of his base against your puffy cunt, those hands, the breath on your neck-! You let yourself moan, blinking open your eyes in a dazed, hazy look, gasping up a dribble of spit that drooled off of your tongue. The view out of the window was smudged with trickles of condensation, and that fucked-out unfocused, cross-eyed blur Sam’s cock brought upon you. And yet? You could still see a distinct movement in the distance.
“S-Someone’s coming-!” You try to choke, fingers squeaking against the moist glass in your attempt to find leverage.
“Better be you- Hahh..” He’s clearly amused, “You’re all tight n’ squeezin’..” Sam slurs, face burying into your neck with kisses and nibbles, biting into your skin.
“N-No- Seriously, I.. I can s-see.. hahh ahnn~! Some..one-” You can try to squirm, but Sam has you firmly squished between himself and the pane of the window. The light of the saloon distorts, shining brighter as the door opens to let somebody out, the warmth washing over the town square, leading right into Sam’s window. Whoever it is, they linger, probably talking to someone before they properly go for the evening. Your heart jumps to your throat, a soft panic washing over your shoulders, although, your cunt gives a tell-tale squeeze on Sam’s length, flexing with hot arousal.
“So?.. Hahh- s’what you wanted, right-? Fuck.. Rub your clit, c’mon, put on a show, Baby…” Sam babbles in your neck, his hips rhythmically rolling quick fucks against your core.
“Sammyyy..” You whine a soft protest, leaning your weight on a sweat-moistened forearm, despite the plea, your fingers can’t help but obey. You circle your clit with a careful touch, feeling the sticky, creamy slick of your arousal on your fingers, feeling the bubble of Sam’s mixed-in precum that froths at your entrance, you’re sure Sam could see it, the ring of cream that messed over his cock. You suck in a breath, holding it in your lungs before you moan it out with a slur of his name, properly rocking back against him.
“That's it- that's fucking it, c’mon, show 'em how much of a slut you are..” Sam murmurs, pushing his palm more firmly into your back, keeping your flesh nice and flush to the glass. Each slight twitch of movement outside has your blood on fire, the one-off laugh from the saloon, the wisp of trees that sound like footsteps in the grass, the clumsy slam of the saloon door- Oh fuck-!
“S-Sammy.. Someone- They’re… Think it- it's Shane or s-somethin’..” You warn your boyfriend, worry overtaken with the way your fingers move, quick and desperate against your clit. “He’s gonna see..” You whine and lament, pushing back harder, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, practically drooling over the way he fucks you.
“You’re so gross getting off to this.. Not letting you down.. hahh.. ‘till you cum.. y’know.” Sam threatens with a chuckle, airy and slightly hysteric, lost in his own sauce. Oh, how embarrassing it would be for poor old Shane, just minding his own business on his less-than-sober walk home and seeing you in such a state. Would he yell? Scoff? Wolf whistle your way and stick around for the show?
That last thought has you moaning out loud, rubbing quick, tight circles on the bud of your clit, legs quivering as they strain to hold you up. Your quick breaths have the glass totally fogged up, condensation dripping wet down the pane, leaking over your squished up tits in teary droplets. You feel it building, the taught strain of your orgasm winding itself in your guts, around the sticky thrusts of Sam’s cock, that bullying pierced tip hitting all the right spots- Accompanied by the familiar rub of your clit? And that hot fear of being watched.. Yeah, you were close.
“M’ gonna cum.. Sammy- hahn Sam~” You flutter your eyes, tracking movement from outside, lips wobbling into a frown born out of desperation, wrist aching at the quick flicks to get yourself off.
“Tell em- Tell them you’re cumming-!” Sam groans into your neck, “Make 'em watch- Show them h-how you cum.” He trails off into a whine, fingers tightening, hips snapping in rough and clumsy fucks.
“I’m-! m’ cumming! Hahh fuck im’cumminggg..~” You weep out, jolting with each hot flex of your orgasm, cunt kissing squeezy flexes against Sam’s cock. You feel all wet, creaming hard all over yourself, milking off the cock that stuffed you up, fingers faltering in desperate little circles to keep up with every pulse. You look out desperately into the night, a few tears daring to stream down your cheeks, a giggle in your chest as Sam manhandles you down into the crumpled up sheets of the bed.
He lays you down, face to face, jerking off his cock with feverish strokes, leaning over your body with a grit in his teeth and a crease to his eyebrows.
“Fuckkk.. Baby.. That was.. Fuck..” He groans out, hiccuping a sound when he finally busts, cumming rope after hot rope over your sweat-glistening skin, warm spatters coating a whole new mess over your cunt and tummy. His chest heaves, body collapsing basically on top of you, messy and sticky, smushing cream and cum between you, peppering quick kisses all over your neck, cheeks and forehead.
“Shit..” Sam sighs, out of breath and bewildered, eyes blown black, you can see the thump of his chest, heart battering fast. “Was that..” He swallows, “Was I okay? Was that good? Mean enough?” Sam probes you, looking down with a tilt to his head, as if he were a puppy looking for praise and a treat.
You nod and kiss his face, giggling to yourself, eyeing the human-shaped outline that framed the window, slowly dissipating as the glass cools down to the night air’s temperature, swallowing thickly as footsteps crunch down the path that leads to the Ranch.
Woo! Kinktober! Sammy!!
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ᴀ/ɴ: Hello you all! In favor of the good news that I have received, I have decided to give you all a little treat in form a fic. I hope it will suffice. And while I am at it: It has been fun writing for you all, and I would like to thank you for all the hearts, reblogs and comments you have left behind on my writing. It meant and means a lot to me! Thanks for your time in general, it's an honor you spend it on my blog.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader
ᴡᴄ: 2236 words
ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: cursing, slobber, pierced dick, slight sub and dom dynamic, unprotected sex, desperate fucking, slight spanking, mating press, cream pie, dirty talk
This.
This was more than puppy love. This was soul-consuming, heart wrenching; a fire inside his body that made his blood spread a fuzzy feeling throughout his body, a fire that warmed him from inside out whenever he looked at you. Fucking hell, that he even got to look at you. Look at you in your full beauty, and especially now in that pretty little dress that hugged your body like a second skin. He didn’t fucking know what he had done to be the one that not only got to take you on dates but also was allowed to take you home, but Samson would make sure to keep it exactly that way, no matter what.
“Can you stop staring at me? I am feeling naked over here!”
Your voice, sounding so sweet and chipper with a little giggle that accompanied your words, and Sam should have been ashamed that it went straight to his dick. But youhe just loved you so much, you know? And all these little things just added up – the way you looked all dolled up for him, your eyes sparkling almost mischievously, the grin on your sweet lips that he had been craving to kiss ever since he had picked you up; no, that was not it that had sent the blood rushing from his pounding heart to his pierced dick that had started to grow stiff in his pants, it was all of you.
Another small giggle made his blue eyes shift up to yours, his head tilting to the side. “What’s so funny?”
His tongue almost stumbled over his own words as he spoke, too lost in the thoughts of what he could be doing to you right now if he just got your hands on you, but whenever he had reached out of you, you had moved away swiftly. Always staying out of reach just enough for him to feel your presence with full force while not being able to do anything about it. Now that he was thinking about it, you had been teasing him all night, hadn’t you? Playing with your hair, squishing your tits together, leaning forward so he could look down the front of your dress, running your hands down your body. Once you had even dramatically bent over, shaking your little ass pretty much right against Sam’s crotch, but before the poor man had been able to react, you had stepped away and had told him you were ready to go. But Sammy’s brain could not focus on those thoughts for long, because the pretty ass he had been dreaming about was pressing right against the raging boner he nursed in his pants as you had sat down on his lap.
“That you want to fuck me so badly and yet sit on the couch like a puppy that was denied its favourite treat. It is simply so cute.”
“I am not cute!”
It was an attempt to defend his honour, but the poor blonde had so much trouble focusing when his lover’s gorgeous tits were so dangerously close to his face – he would only need to lean in a tiny little bit and he could let his pierced tongue run over your cleavage.
“No? Oh, right. You are such a strong, dangerous meanie. A brute. Not a cute little pupper.”
Sam’s eyes peered into yours again, but the blue sea in them was not clear anymore but hazy.
“Mhhm. Not cute at all.”
“And not well behaved, waiting for me to give you a go like a good little doggy would in front of his food bowl.”
“Not well-behaved at all!”
But he was drooling like a dog, feeling a small trail of spit run down his chin. You, of course, had caught a glimpse of it, too, and of course it coaxed a hearty laugh out of you.
“Right. How about you prove it, boy.”
And Sam was happy to prove that to you! Prove that he was not a cute, well-behaved puppy boy!
Not realizing he had just listened to your command like a good little puppy.
Or maybe he did not yet care about it, brain too clouded with the excitement of getting to rip that tease of a dress off of the body he adored so much. Or maybe he did care and decided to make it a problem for future Sam, as this one was too busy to drool over the tits that were revealed once the fabric was pulled off and thrown in a random corner of your living room. Thank the heavens that you had decided to let him come inside, and he thanked the heavens even more that he was the one that was allowed to lick a fat stripe down your cleavage as he pinned you down against the cushions of the couch. He had been craving you all fucking night, and now he finally had you.
The speed of which the clothes you had been wearing were scattered across the floor would have been gotten him a gold medal had there been an according Olympic sport. And even though Sam’s brain was fuzzy with lust and need, he allowed himself to take a moment. Take a moment to it up and take you in. Your beautiful face, your sweet lips that he just needed to press a kiss on, your skin, so soft and inviting for drool and hickey to be scattered across, your hips, your legs, your arms – you. It was unbelievable what a work of art you were. It was like the most skilled artists all over the world had gathered together to create you out of the finest materials. It felt close to spoiling your beauty with his sheer presence, let alone the marks he planned to leave on you.
But Sam was a selfish dog, and shamefully aware of that. Because his tongue dragged down your body, his lips sucked into your skin as his teeth nipped at your flesh, all with so much greed that it had your world spin. The poor blond didn’t even really know where to start, too overwhelmed with what he wanted to do to you to be able to decide. So, he tried to do it all at once. Leave hickeys on you, suck on your nipples, hump his hot erection against your pretty thighs, grip and grab at you with dirty paws.
“Sam!” You gasped as he sucked your nipple into his mouth with sloppy slurps, his other hand fondling your breasts, thumb rolling over the perked nipple, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the drooly and pierced head of his cock caught your throbby little clit in the desperate action of rutting against you.
“Sam, please-“
Blue eyes snapped up to you, tongue still dangling from his mouth, head tilted to the side as a drip of drool met your already flushed skin, but the rutting of his hips never stopped. Fuck, if he angled his hips just right, you could feel the metal of his piercing roll over your clit, making your thighs twitch together in lustful anticipation.
“What?” He croaked, voice hoarse as the lust heavied his vocal cords, cock throbbing almost painfully when he caught the look in your eyes. Clouded with lust, half-lidded. And then your lower lip trembling? Shit, it had his balls pull tight.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me-“
The words had not yet fallen from your lips completely and Sam was already fumbling, two fingers pinching at the base of his cock to angle it right, both of your breaths hitching when the red head of his penis caught your twitchy little hole, forcing him to suck in a sharp breath through his gritted teeth as you moaned his name so sweetly. Even when you said such dirty things did you sound so fucking sweet, helping him to gloss over the fact that he was doing little to deny the accusations of being a good, cute boy as the head of your cock pushed past the entrance of your sweet cunt, savouring the high-pitched moan that filled your living room. Getting to sink his cock into your wet fucking cunt always felt like he got a taste of heaven; had his head spin with ease as your walls wrapped around him so snugly as his breath hitched in his throat.
“This pussy-“ he started, but did not find the words to conclude the sentence in any way coherent or appropriate. He just had to thrust instead. Pulling back slowly just to sink balls deep inside your sweet little cunt again, swallowing thickly when yet another moan left your lips so deserved to be kissed. He just had to lean down, suck your lips into a deep kiss as his hips slowly started rocking, slowly and steady at first, making sure to make you feel every single fucking centimetre of his dick, to make sure you would remember every damn vein.
“So-“ He really tried to praise you, but his brain just could not keep up with the amount of pleasure that flooded it. He did what he knew best when he did not find the words; show it through his actions. His lips dragged over your body, teetering on the edge of sweet and desperate as he pecked his love for you into your skin, sucking marks into spots that he deemed extra sensitive.
“Sammy!” The nickname, sweet like honey, made him growl lowly, his heart pounding in his chest as his hands found your hips, tongue lolling out of his mouth. The slow and steady thrusts became more frantic, more desperate. He wanted to hump his into you, wanted you to feel every single bit of the emotions that had his soul and heart in a fucking iron grip, wanted you to feel the way you made his heart pound with every step you would take in the morning.
The blond was truly fucking you now, pounding into you like a bitch in heat as sweet little whines and whimpers dripped from his lips, mixing with yours in a sweet melody that he would try to replicate in his next song, but all those thoughts did not matter now when he got to bully his pierced dickhead into your drooling pussy like this, drilling his dick in and out of you in a way that had you stretch out so sweetly, your back arched in to take more of his fat fucking dick than possible.
“More, Sammy! More!” you whined, gasping for air as you rocked your hips, eyes rolling as Sam spat on your clit, eyes fluttering close in bliss.
“So- so insatiable,” he breathed, smacking your thigh before gripping both of them with shaking hands, pushing them into a mating press.
“Sammy!” Another whine, more high-pitched than before as you took his cock, the sweet stretch making your nails scratch down his back. “Yes, yes, yes!”
It was a cry of ecstasy, high pitched and spoken in unison, as Sam’s dick pounded into you, hitting that sweet little spot inside of you that had you sob out.
“I-I-“
“Me too,” he gasped, whimpering with his head thrown back as a rush of hormones made his whole body feel like he was set on fire. He could feel your thighs twitch under his touch, body shaking as your orgasm neared. God, he wanted you to cum for him. He wanted you to cum all over his dick and have you take his cum. He needed you to.
His shaky finger found your pulsing clit, rough pad drawing tight little circles into it, coaxing high-pitched sounds out of you.
“Cum for me,” he whined, and despite the attempt to make an order, it sounded more like a beg. But it was enough to push you over the edge.
A cry left your lips as you came around his throbbing dick, your body twitching and squirming as if the pleasure was overwhelming you, and given the way you held on to him, it probably was. Your cunt was spasming around his length, having his eyes roll into the back of his head. It was too much, just too much. You were milking his dick, and he could not resist his urges.
Pushing deep, Sam gasped your name as his cock pulsed, filling you up with his load of sticky seed, pumping you full with each and every throb. He had to hold on to you, as if scared to be pulled away with the wave of bliss that crashed down over him.
The need to thrust his cum inside of you, to create a mess between the two of you, sloshing sounds of your orgasms mixing together joining the sounds of your gasps and moans. He swallowed thickly as he looked down at you, eyes almost watery, breath taken away by your beauty. You in the glow of your orgasm, fuck, he could have grown hard right away. But his muscles gave way, making him collapse next to you. Yet that did not keep him from pulling you close, his chin resting on your head. Fuck, he loved you. He just needed to regain his words. Until then, he had to catch his breath.
Until.
“That’s my sweet, well-behaved boy,” you whispered, running your fingers through your boy’s blonde hair, making him freeze to ice.
“Fuck-“
Virgin Sam so nervous to thrust into you, blue eyes just staring at you all wide with a wobbly lower lip and with trembling hands touching you, so you just pin him down and sink down on his cock after he gives you a shaky nod, watching tears of pleasure stain his cheeks as you ride him.
Sam groaned as his head rolled back, strands of blonde hair sticking to a sweaty forehead, blue eyes half-lidded as his lower lip trembled, shining with spit he drooled. He had never thought fucking pussy could feel so good, but the feeling of sinking his throbbing hot cock inside your gushy little walls after a week of not seeing you had him in shambles.
"F-fu-ck-," he whined. The word was broken, pronounced by shaky vocal chords too busy producing whines and whimpers, tongue too heavy salivating spit that he drooled all over your tits that bounced as he desperately humped his pierced dick inside of you, breathing quivering when he heard that angelic moan fall from your kiss-bitten lips.
You looked like a mess already. Face flushed, lips swollen, skin bruising in various shades of red from Sam's eager nibbles and bites, imprints of nails as a reminder of greedy grabs and desperate attempts to get your clothes off of you.
"Mi-missed you," Sam hiccuped, dragging his lip between a set of pearly whites, just to release it with a small whimper when he felt your cunt massage his cock that pounded into you like it was the last time. But it was just pure greed, pure puppy-love, shown through quick humps pushing deep and messy, spitty kisses leaving your skin sticky and body hot. "So much," he croaked on, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth as his hand grabbed your bouncing tit, giving it a squeeze as his blue eyes met yours, lower lip trembling yet again as he noted the fucked-out look that clouded them. Fucking hell, he loved you. He hadn't been able to go even a single day without fisting his cock to the image of you. Hadn't been able to go one fucking night without imagining you, your sweet touch, the way you would rock your hips against him. Just like you did now.
Holy shit, you were too much. Looking at him like that, so full of love and lust should have been illegal with the way it had his balls tighten. Balls so full of a fat load he couldn't wait to spill inside of you as she pushed back your leg to fuck deeper inside of you, hips working messily as he panted and drooled just for you. Desperate to have you full of him, have you smell like him. Especially when you moaned his name like that; all high-pitched and achy, your back arching and legs quivering, revealing more space for your beloved Sammy to kiss and bite at.
"Gonna-" "Yes," Sam hissed, face red as his blue eyes looked up at you. "Fucking cum for me. Cum for me, all over my fucking dick," he ordered, albeit his voice made it sound like whiny beg than an order. Still, he fucked into you like his life depended on it, desperate to have your pretty little cunt milk his cock like only you could. The thought alone made his tongue feel heavy with spit again, spit that promptly and shamelessly landed on you as the muscle lulled out of his mouth in sheer, brainless bliss, and then you squealed. Shit, he could have come right then and there. Just from the sound you gave and the look in your eyes. But then your walls also clamped down on him, massaging his throbbing shaft as if you tried to memorize every fucking vein, and he knew he was over with.
A high-pitched, quivering moan escaped him as he came, thick ropes of white painting your cute little pussy white as he pushed as deep as he could, small, desperate humps trying to fuck further as he whimpered, body shaking under the pleasure of his orgasm.
Even when neither of you had anything to give anymore were his hips still fucking into you, as if scared to stop. But no, Sam just couldn't get enough of you. Of that look on your face. Of the way your chest heaved and fell. He needed it. He needed more.
"Sa-m-my," you tried, taking in a deep gulping breath when he finally stopped, pulling out just enough to make your head stop spinning, just for you to squeal when you were turned on your stomachso abruptly.
"Sam, what-"
"I need all of you," he croaked, making you shiver whe you felt greedy hands spread your thighs, body shifting between your legs.
Trans Fic Recs Because We’re Here and We’re Queer 😎🏳️🌈
The guild is a politics free space but in light of recent events in the UK, we thought we’d take a little break from Rarepair Week to bring you fics highlighting trans and gender non-conforming characters.
Some are from our writers, and some from the larger Stardew community that our members wanted to spotlight. As always be sure to check the tags on AO3, reader discretion is advised. If you check out any of the works listed here please be sure to leave a kudos and a comment to show your support 🫶
Theatrics of Love by @svenska-ghost | T | Martin/OC (24/25) | Trans FtM OC
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Comfort Crush by @benjineedssleep | E | Sam/Sebastian (1/1) | T4T Sam and Sebastian FtM
Butterflies by @trans-nerd-writes | E | Sam/Sebastian (1/1) | T4T Sam and Sebastian FtM
Farmer Moss Hates Moss by @egggargler | M | Elliott/OC (3/?) | Trans FtM OC
Friends by @idiotic-syndic | M | Multi (25/?) | Nonbinary OC, Nonbinary Emily
"Keep going" by @someloserinajaywig | E | Sam/Sebastian (2/2) | Trans FtM Sam (Gen has many more fics featuring trans seb or sam, but this is their favorite!)
Cabin rendezvous by fl00dedr00m | M | Elliott/OC (1/1) | Trans FtM OC
Family Time by @usernamemybeloathed | T | Gen (1/1) | Nonbinary Maru
'Abigail' by @eemamminy-art | T | Gen (1/1) | Transitioning MtF Abigail
Left Behind (But Still Alright) by @caelwynn | G | Gen (1/1) | Nonbinary Mateo (Cae has a few more fics with Mateo, but this one is her favorite!)
so i dont really post my own art much - i also don't draw often enough lmao - but i wanted to share a little something of Mine and @deepestnightcolor's Farmers ^^
Huahh lil babiess~ tbh m'love Spirit really helped me properly create my farmer and ah-! i love these babies sm <33
so i dont really post my own art much - i also don't draw often enough lmao - but i wanted to share a little something of Mine and @deepestnightcolor's Farmers ^^
Huahh lil babiess~ tbh m'love Spirit really helped me properly create my farmer and ah-! i love these babies sm <33
