Sam Monroe x reader where they watch a movie ( idk if romance, or horror ) but Sam keeps making sexual jokes at reader like whispering them in her ear while she’s on his chest.
you can choose whatever if it’s smut of fluff idc
Movie distraction...
☆Sam Monroe x afab!Reader
☆SMUT!! +18!! fingering, penetration, missionary, cowgirl, sort of dirty and praise talk, joking and teasing during sex.
The summer night air blew in through the window, causing the curtains to swing lazily. You rest your head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you. The mixed scent of cheap men deodorant, popcorn and cigarettes was hitting your nostrils. Your fingers were slowly brushing his chest while your eyes were fixed on the screen. "Why did she even say some shit like that?" Sam sighed pointing at the small TV in front of you. Your parents weren't home so you invited your boyfriend to a sleepover. You already watched some two bloody brutal horror movies and he finally let you pick some classic romance, although after something about 20 minutes he started to make too many jokes and judge everything the main characters do.
After a few minutes an intimate scene approached on the screen... a heated, fast and passionate sex against the wall in the public restroom. Sam's hand froze on your shoulder for a second, but then he chuckled shaking his head seeing small, barely visible blush on your cheek and leaned to whisper to your ear. "I can do better than that." You didn't move for a moment, acting like it didn't affect you, thinking that it was just his another joke. But his fingers started slowly moving on your body, from your arm to your waist and then softly roaming over your hip, fidgeting with the waistband of your pajama shorts.
You finally lifted your head and looked at his lightly blushed face and proud sly grin. "what?" he whispered. "nothin..." you moved closer, your lips were an inch apart but he stopped you, whispering with a teasing cocky tone, "what about the movie, babe?" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "At the end he will leave her for his high school crush. Movie's over." and with that you smacked your lips together. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it right after and shifting your position, placing you under him. The kiss only got deeper, your tongues finding a rhythm, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands are buried into his hair, tugging it lightly as Sam moved his lips to your jaw, leaving small teasing kisses going down your neck.
His hands stopped at your shorts, just to teasingly slowly put his hand underneath the fabric. His kisses got more firm, leaving red and wet traces on your skin. Sam's hand was only going further as you slightly parted your legs. After taking his sweet time he finally brushed his finger along your folds making you gasp. He smiled against your skin under your ear, "shit, you're so wet..." he slipped his middle finger into your warmth and placed his thumb on your clit, playing with it, only making you whimper even more. "You sure you don't want to watch a movie?" he asked teasingly, messing with you turning his gaze to a tv for a second before returning back to your eyes, "there will be a big love confession soon..." his finger still hitting the spot every time, making your spine arch. "Sam... Shut up." You whimpered breathlessly.
He snorted with barely audible laughter and pulled his finger out of you, shifting his position, kneeling on his heels between your legs, "so you won't mind if I block the view?" his voice was low and raspy with hunger but his tone was teasing. You rolled your hips against him in need, "Sam... No. I don't mind." your tone is filled with impatience. "...please"
He chuckled quietly, unbuckling his belt and keeping hungry eye contact with you, "as you wish." Sam slipped his jeans and boxers down, revealing his hard cock with a shiny sticky tip. He hooked his fingers in your waistband and ripped your shorts and panties off you, throwing them behind him, letting them hit the screen where the main couple were now having a promised love confession moment. Sam spread your legs wider and in a slow smooth motion buried himself inside of you, throwing his head back with a gasp, "you're so tight..." he set a steady and brisk pace, making you moan, "Sam... Fuck. Don't stop." the way you moaned his name drove him crazy, moving his hips even faster, letting your body slaps fill the room. He intertwined your fingers together and pinned your hands on the sides of your head, leaning above you, making deep and intimate eye contact with you, "you're so fuckin' beautiful like this... taking me so fuckin' good."
Sam shifted your position once again, "I want to see you riding me..." he placed his hands on your hips, leading you firmly on his thick cock, your hands were on his chest, squeezing the fabric of his black shirt between your fingers, making your knuckles white. "Ride me like you're fucking mean it." Sam whispered staring into your eyes while his hands were on your hips, roaming down to your thighs, squeezing them. Someone in the movie in the back just told a really horrible joke and Sam chuckled still pounding into you making your hips meet halfway "God, it's so stupid..." he murmured with a dumb, amused smile.
Your moans and his raspy groans filled the room drowning out the movie playing in the background. "Sam... Sam I'm so close-" you gasped as your orgasm was building up. "I know, I know... go on, babe." he took your chin between his fingers, still holding your thigh with the other hand, "look at me while you come on my dick." Shortly after a wave of pleasure and relief hit you, making your body tremble, Sam's right behind you, filling you up with his final half-thrust.
You collapsed on the bed next to him with his arm around you, and for a moment the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the movie still playing quietly in the back. You lifted your head to look at the screen, "Sam, we made it to the final scene." He burst into a breathless laugh, "should I feel offended or proud?"
A/N: guysssss it's my first smut on this account and first one since i kinda know shit about writing but English is not my first language so I'm still not sure if I'm good at this... Please let me know!!!
I’m wondering if you write for Stephan glass… I really can’t tell bc I don’t see anything about it ( if you haven’t watched shattered glass it’s sooooooo good and he’s also just so adorable I was giggling and kicking my feet through the whole movie ) and if you do, could you do him ( or Scott bc I love him so much he’s so cute ) being so nervous and stumbling on everything when he talks to you but trying to be nonchalant- but failing - and you catch him on a word stumble ( like the one where they mess up and say like your hot or something weird like that then they have to backtrack)
Please... (never) shut up Stephen...
"You saw that? It was sooo bad... There was coffee everywhere! Even on the ceiling!" Stephen was talking, with hip leaned against your desk, with his typical overdramatic storytelling skills, even when he talks about someone spilling their coffee. His chaotic gesticulation with a pen he found next to your notebook only adds emotions to the third or even fourth story he's telling you today.
"On the celling? No way..." You said glancing at him for a second, before returning your gaze to your computer. You listen to him and you like his talking but... you're still at work...
"Exactly... How did it even end up there, right?" ...and this guy is doing literally everything to continue the conversation...
"I have no idea, Steve." You answered, typing something on your keyboard with eyes fixed on the screen.
"I would be soooo embarrassed... You'd be embarrassed? Probably embarrassed and wet!" He widened his eyes noticing what he just said, "God- nevermind..."
You looked at him with light confusion written all over your face but you didn't say anything, turning your gaze back to the screen.
He adjusted his glasses, his ears are getting a pink color but he's trying to cover this. Obviously he's covering things with something he's best at - telling the most dumb things with passion like he's at least telling historical stories. But his nervousness is visible, there's something about you that makes him feel intimidated... Like he has to stick only to these stories because saying something else makes him shy and embarrassed.
But he's trying to change that... miserably.
"...I like that sweater." he blurted out quickly as if he was tearing off a band-aid. And it would be okay if he stopped there... but no... "I like the color and everything... sleeve cuffs, good quality, but aren't you too hot in that? You probably are hot- I MEAN! Not that hot! Not hot hot... I mean- yeah you are hot but that's not what I meant- Hot in that sweater, right?" Here comes the typical rumbling.
You finally looked at him with slightly frowned eyebrows, "Steve, what the hell are you even talking about right now?" You asked but with calm and neutral tone, confused but not surprised.
"Nothing! I'm talking about nothing!" He answered quickly, still gesticulating with your pen, "just... this sweater is great. That's it."
You gave him a tiny nod, taking a sip of your coffee, "...okay... thanks." you looked back at your computer, the artificial light from the screen reflects on your face, "and I'm not too hot in that, by the way, thanks for your concern."
Stephen smiled shyly, "well, that's good... I wouldn't want you to get too hot- God... Why am i still talking?!"
You rolled your eyes, noticing how flushed he is, fidgeting even more with pen in his hands. He opened his mouth, starting to probably telling another long story or flipping on another word assuming that you're too hot, too wet or too something again. "You know t-"
"Steve, is there a way to shut you up?" You leaned back at your chair with a coffee cup in your hand.
You can see how even more flushed he's getting from ideas in his mind, he's barely holding eye contact and his face is literally a potato at this point "wel... I think there's few options." He's trying to be smooth but he sounds like something is blocking his throat.
"Yeah? Like what?" You asked with challenging tone and satisfied smile on your face.
Stephen looked at you like he regrets all his life choices, he opened and closed his mouth few times trying to respond but nothing come out. He looked at the pen in his hands like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
You sighed, standing up from your chair and turned his head to you by holding his chin. You unexpectedly crushed your lips against his. The kiss was heated and messy, your hands cupping his hot, blushing cheeks while he dropped the pen on the floor with loud sound and found a way to your waist, holding you nervously with his sweaty hands.
When you pulled back he looked at you with wide eyes like he just saw a ghost. You smiled, running your hand through his hair, "I think that worked, now get ur ass back to your office."
Steve finally smiled embarrassed but visibly satisfied, taking a step back. "Can I... maybe see you after work?"
You looked at him with narrowed eyes as if you were scanning him before responding, "yeaah... I guess you can."
You exchanged smiles while he made his way to the door... tripping over his own feet... but finally successfully leaving the room. For now.
A/N: ayooooo.... Hear me out... Smut as part two of this????
Tag: @mark-renton-luvr here you go!!! AND i wrote a small imagine about Stephen before (I'm gonna make a masterlist soon so it's gonna be easier to find anything...) i texted you but idk if you saw that so here it is !!!!
Sam Monroe or Scott x reader with period comfort???? I know I requested on ur other acc but I’m desperate
l will do Luke's version on the other acc soon!! Absolutely no problem!! I like how you keep me busy lmao :PP
Sam Monroe as a medicine for period cramps...
You were in Sam's house, watching some boring movies, listening to too loud music, talking about nonsense and obviously lazily making out. It was your third day of period so you thought it was going to be alright but unexpectedly you got uncomfortable cramps.
"Does it really hurt that bad?" Sam asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, but with a calm tone. It's just a new topic for him and everyone knows that new things make him a little awkward, even when he doesn't want to show it.
"It does..." You said tiredly, laying on your back in his messy bed with a hand loosely placed on your swollen period belly.
He nodded looking at you with concern, but also absolutely not knowing what to do. He didn't even think about it before your relationship, especially when he only has two younger half-brothers, so his mother never felt obligated to tell them anything about periods. That's why you're the 'teacher' in this whole topic.
Sam looked like he was scanning you with his lost eyes but then suddenly stood up, "wait for a moment" he said in a rush before leaving the room.
He came back about 15 minutes after with full hands. He placed a big mug of tea on the nightstand, a few candies right next to it and gave you a heating pad holding it like at least a precious and breakable gift. He looked at you with his small, awkward but a little proud smile, placing his hands on hips, fidgeting with hem of the shirt - his typical habit.
"I asked my mom, and she told me it would help soooo... I hope she's right." Sam said, still not quite sure, sitting next to you.
You smiled in return, calming him down, "i think it will help, thanks."
He finally lay down on the messy sheets, "does kissing also help?"
You chuckled softly, already opening your arms to him, "ohh absolutely"
And you don't have to tell him twice - in a second your lips were already connected in warm kiss while his body lightly covers yours like a soft heating blanket.
Eventually after a moment you both took a nap, wrapped around each other.
A/N: Honestly i really liked writing this soooo... I might do a Scott version as well, just showing the situation differently, but now i want to write something about Hayden and Clayton so...
Period support Scott will arrive later, maybe on my next period :PP
idk at all if your taking requests but if you are…
Scott x reader about him bullying her but he likes her and she starts to tease him about liking her??
Being right about Scott Barringer...
"What are you looking at?" is the most common question you hear from Scott... maybe right after "can you fuckin' move?"
But you're not stupid. You see how he acts.
When he's staring at you all the time you're not looking but when you actually look into his direction - he frowns and looks away as if you had just offended him.
And when he moves closer to you just to say that you done this and ask "why the fuck you have to be this close? Move."
Let's not even talk about all the situations that Scott is throwing paper balls at you, pulling your hair or nudging your shoulder or elbow when you're close enough... But always making sure to not do it too hard, so he doesn't cause you any pain. That's what typical enemies do, right?
It's just your daily thing. You're not surprised and especially not impressed by his behavior.
So again... You were literally just sitting and minding your own business. But it was enough for Scott to make a comment.
"What you're thinking about?" He asked with a voice full of sarcasm and obviously with his cocky smile.
"Nothin' much." You answered in an unbothered and lazy tone. This is probably the thousandth time he's done this.
He snorted with an arrogant chuckle, "yeah well... You look like you're not thinking too much."
You finally looked at him with a small satisfied smile, "and you look like you don't have enough balls to actually say what you're thinking."
His smile fell dramatically, "what are you talking about?"
Your smile only gets wider, even more satisfied, "Scott, you know what I'm talking about."
He frowns but you can see his ear and cheeks getting slightly pink, "No. I don't." He said firmly but sounds more like he's trying to prove it to himself more than to you.
You rolled your eyes, "actually telling me you like me or asking me out would be easier. You know?"
Scott's eyes widened in shock but he quickly tried to cover it up with an angry expression, "What?! I don't like you! What the fuck?!"
You signed with a proud smile, "yeah, whatever lets you sleep at night."
"You're weird." He looked at you one more time like you just insulted him, but then walked away quickly, literally praying that you didn't saw his blushed face.
It's been a week after this talk and somehow all Scott behaviors got quieter. He's still looking at you often and still 'accidentally' appears in the same place as you, but all his mean and sarcastic comments are gone.
It's weird and unnatural compared to what your relationship looked like before. You literally didn't didn't argue in a week.
And he just acts like he doesn't feel okay with it anymore, like he actually rather stays quiet. Like he got exposed and now feels embarrassed about it.
Because that's true. Scott does like you and that's what bothers him. He used to disappoint people but he's also used to feeling disappointed because of other people.
So he rather push them away and shut himself off from everyone. To don't care and make people don't care about him.
But he can't pretend anymore.
Scott noticed you walking slowly on the patch near the forest, exhaling the moist air after the rain so he sped up a bit to catch up with you.
He stood in front of you with too serious but nervous expression. You just looked confused. "Scott?"
He took a heavy breath and said quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, "you were right."
"What?" You asked even more confused than before.
"You were right." He repeated, still quick but now more like he mean it.
"About what?" You looked him in the eyes, searching for an answer.
But it's too hard now. He's not gonna say it like that, he barely forced himself to talk to you after last embarrassing conversation.
So instead he chose not to say anything. Just quickly leaned closer, literally smacking his lips at yours.
It was a quick, warm kiss. He just left a small peck and pulled away, looking at you with wide eyes, waiting for your reaction.
"Yeah well, I didn't even consider that I might be wrong..." You said teasingly and smiled satisfied.
He rolled his eyes but his small warm smile said everything.
warnings: a few brief mentions of sex, angst. pure angst no happy ending
you had been with james kelly for a few months. if you include the duration of on and off talking after the first time you slept together, it could be considered longer. you choose not to for your sanity. you had met at a bar, not really assuming anything would come from the one night stand. but it seemed like you both appreciated how things went, which led to more visits. and maybe you both liked the company of each other, so you started spending time together. real time, not just pillow talk and late mornings. you would go for dinner and drinks, happy hour if he got off work in time. to you, this was movement towards a real relationship.
you hadn't been in a relationship in a while, maybe a few years. you weren't entirely sure about this situation at first, but you got more comfortable with james. and maybe that's where you went wrong. you hadn't fully asked his thoughts on what you were, or if you would be anything, but you'd tried to drop little hints. something that would maybe put the idea out there that you were thinking about it.
"we've been together a while, you think?" you had asked one night, swirling your wine in your glass, trying to find a motion to distract yourself.
he was looking over the menu and barely acknowledged your question, simply nodding. "mhm... oh have you seen the special?"
you had released a sigh out your nose, faking a smile. "no, let me look!"
trying again a few weeks later, in his car as he drove you two to go on a walk around a pretty park.
"you ever think about being in a relationship? a real one?"
he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, not casting a glance in your direction. "not really, why?" his free hand rests on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.
nerves, maybe something else, got the best of you that time. "oh just wondering." you ignore the heaviness weighing on your heart, that same empty smile appearing on your face once more.
the next time, maybe it was because you had a bad day. work was especially aggravating, your dinner conversation seemed empty. you had more to drink than usual. everything was building up in your system and james was the height of it all. as usual, he seemed unaware to your mood. you arrived to your apartment, james mentioning he was going to use the bathroom, leaving you alone in the kitchen. your thoughts hit all at once. how this didn't mean anything to him, not really. you were a placeholder until he got bored. otherwise he would've pushed this forward, right? you place your hands on the kitchen island to steady yourself, the mix of feelings and alcohol taking over your system.
"hey, you good?" his frame stands at the center of the room.
"why aren't we dating?" you don't look at him, keeping your eyes on the marbled counter, trying to steady your breathing.
"what?"
"you heard me james."
he pauses. the silence is defeaning, you can hear your heartbeat in your chest.
"isn't this close enough?"
you cock your head, looking at him. he looks exhausted before the conversation has even really begun. "james i just want to know i'm in something real. that you won't up and leave one day, that i'm not disposable. that this really means something to you."
he bites his lip, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "you know you mean a lot to me." a tear falls from your eye. you watch it drop, landing on the marble, splashing up as it hits. the gravity of what he's saying is hitting you, you don't want it to be real, but you know what's coming.
"a relationship just isn't what i want."
you step back, facing him fully now. you've taken a grim expression, irritation starting to lace its way into your emotions.
"then why do all this? why treat me like a girlfriend if i was going to just be nothing in the end? why act like i could be something more?" your voice wobbles and you will yourself to keep it together until this is done.
"we never outlined expectations of this. thought this was us just enjoying each others company and the sex. nothing more." he shrugs.
he shrugs.
the shooting pain in your chest is multiplying as you swallow the lump in your throat. right. of course. this had to be your fault.
"so that's it. you just never want a relationship, just sleeping around for the rest of your life?"
he runs a hand over his face, sighing. "it's just not what i want right now. sometimes you're a lot for me."
"you're an asshole." your vision blurs, the tears starting to run without any real sobs or blinks. just falling by themselves, as if a dam broke, and there's nothing you could do to stop it. you don't really want to know what else he thinks, especially when the last part had nothing to do with what you asked- assuming you hit a sensitive spot and he had to subtly retaliate.
"i wish you the best." he frowns as he turns towards the door. "i'm sure you'll find someone that will make you happy."
you don't tell him as the door clicks shut that he's what makes you happy. something real would make you happy, but with him. because it's useless anyways, he's made up his mind. pleading with him would make you look desperate and you couldn't have that. so instead you collapse on your kitchen floor, head buried in your knees, letting your tears flow, the sobs erupt. wishing he would just come back, hold you, tell you he didn't mean it.
but that won't happen.
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Where all the dominant y/n fics???? I'm tired of not f*cking back, being weak, being a "good girl" and "a pretty princess". Sure, that's all fine and dandy and hot and stuff. But where are the dominant y/n fics? Reader on top, choking him, making him whimper and cry out? Let me call him "my sweet boy". Where's the variation in kinks? C'mon now, I wanna be strong, too.
In my mind... Stephen Glass loves to watch you getting ready for work or wherever the hell you're going.
He likes to sit next to you or behind you and just watch you through mirror reflection.
I mean... It started by just watching. But he actually got interested in the product you use and everything around.
So now you're doing your makeup and you can see him in the reflection of the small mirror. He's smiling at you, but then he looked at the brush and bronzer in your hand.
"What is it?" Stephen asked with hearable interest in his voice.
"A bronzer." You answer while applying it.
He nodded, looking at you in silence for a few more seconds... "and what is it for?"
You smiled closing the bronzer and putting it back in your desk. "To contour my face, and get a little 'tanned' look."
He nodded again, siting in silence until you pulled out another product from your makeup bag. "And what is it?" He asked immediately.
"A blush." You answered before even applying it.
He looks at you while you do it, obviously already noticing what it is for. So he didn't ask this time, just "it's cute. I like it."
You smiled at each other in mirror reflection. Then he leaned closer to just go through your makeup bag, pulling out everything, asking millions of questions and thousands of comments.
"Oh! I never saw you with that shade of lipstick. Why you don't use it? When did you buy this? Was it expensive? It looks expensive... And why did you choose this specific color? Was that a hard decision? Were you doing all this small swatches on your hand that all girls do in Sephora? I bet you did."
And you just smile... answering every single question your boyfriend asks...
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