a collection of all the comfort fics i've got posted all in one place, so that if you're down you can easily find something that'll hopefully cheer you up a little. ⓲ nsfw. ᰔ sfw.
contents in order,, Frank Castle, Aaron Hotchner, Ash Williams, Sam Axe, Logan Howlett & Porter Gage.
ᰔ FRANK CASTLE | not now, but one day.
it's one of those weeks. so Frank reminds you very clearly, that it will be okay. not today, not tomorrow, but it will be soon.
ᰔ AARON HOTCHNER | gentle hands.
you've always had issues with food, you either eat too much, or not enough, or not at all. you've always struggled with it yourself, but now that you live together with Aaron it's a little difficult to avoid or hide. so when you tell him about your struggles, he comforts you.
⓲ ASH WILLIAMS | yourself, just you. 01
bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help you ; Ash.
⓲ ASH WILLIAMS | purest hell. 02
after that first night together, the two of you have found sense of comfort in each other. not in the most healthiest of ways — but after all that you've both been through, who can really blame you two?
ᰔ ASH WILLIAMS | unsure touches.
comforting is something Ash has never learned or mastered. but when you come home worn out, he sucks it up and tries his best.
ᰔ SAM AXE | chamber of reflections.
a heavy case leaves your mind drifting to places. maybe it's time to take some time away from work. or, Sam comforts you and lets you talk
ᰔ SAM AXE | butterflies repose.
(Sam version of the Hotch fic) you've got a complicated thing between you and food. Sam might not completely understand it, but he's there for you.
ᰔ COOPER HOWARD | right here.
requested by a lovely anon, can you write something with prewar!Cooper where he comforts you after you've lost a beloved pet?
ᰔ LOGAN HOWLETT | turn into the noise.
after a long and difficult day, all you want is Logan. so he takes care of you, gently rubbing away at your worries until you feel a little better.
ᰔ LOGAN HOWLETT | silver soul.
all you need after an awful week is to lay in Logan's arms. tightly wrapped around you to let you heal a little before the next day starts again.
ᰔ PORTER GAGE | stupid sweet spot.
he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.
[SFW] apocalypse ⭑ interstate love ⭑ romanticised life ⭑ one and only ⭑ unsure touches ...
[NSFW] hot 'n sticky ⭑ perv!ash hc's ⭑ anything dollface ⭑ run and hide ⭑ teacher's pet i ⭑ teacher's pet ii ⭑ new favorite activity ⭑ yourself, just you i ⭑ yourself, just you ii ...
SAM AXE , burn notice.
[SFW] chamber of reflections ⭑ butterfly's repose ⭑ souled out on you ⭑ pick up ⭑ safety of home ⭑ crows 'n flowers i ⭑ crows 'n flowers ii ...
[NSFW] really sell it ⭑ pretty fool ⭑ enjoy the show i ⭑ enjoy the show ii ⭑ full of me ⭑ tan lines ⭑ see ur insides ⭑ crows 'n flowers iii ...
i'm probably gonna be adding short fics to these, so stay tuned for those :3 once those are posted, i'll link the respective visual to them and then also link the fics here!
for the Ash ones, 90% of them are for older!Ash! there are a few for younger!Ash, which are labelled with 'younger!Ash'!
nsfw below the cut!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sam Axe.
Sam comes home frustrated, so you let him bend you over on the couch and fuck you good.
Sam's favorite position; chests pressed together as he presses your back into the mattress and fucks you nice and deep.
making you cry from overstimulation, just grinning at your tears.
a job went south, so he takes his frustrations out on you, folding you in half and fucking you into the bed.
riding his face as he jerks off.
Sam stuffs your throat full after a long day.
crowding you between your thighs, fucking you hard and good.
you love jerking him off, having his cum covering your tits.
riding Sam on your couch in your fancy house.
getting frisky while on a picnic with Sam and fucking it out.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Any Character.
throwing you onto the couch and railing you hard and deep, trying to claw him away as he manhandles you.
fucking your tits, covering them in cum.
mutual masturbation after a lazy day at home.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ash Williams.
he lets you fuck yourself on his cock, before pushing you down and fucking you into the mattress.
letting him fuck you after you just woke up, laying back and letting him do the work.
fucking you nice and full, stuffing you to the brim.
perv!Ash's obsession with your panties.
grinding your panties against perv!Ash.
he fucks your thighs, cumming all over the back of them.
BoS Paladin!Sam Axe x sunshine!BoS Mechanic!reader.
𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!
「 ꜜsummary,, it's your favorite day of the week; the day Sam and his squad come back from their weekly mission. author notes at the end. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, such cute fluff ⋆ sunshine x grumpy trope ⋆ maybe slighttt inaccurate power armor parts chatter ⋆ Sam's squad being men (ew) ⋆ but not in detail ⋆ height differenceeee ⋆ not beta'd. ꜜwc,, 1k. 」
it's your favorite day of the week; Sam's squad gets back from their weekly mission.
you're almost skipping down the main deck of the Predwin, eager to get down to the flight deck to greet him and his squad-- also to help with any repairs to their power armor, of course.
you push open the heavy door to the flight deck, smiling as you see his vertibird get pulled into the overhead mechanism. you nod at the Knight beside the door, who closes the door behind you.
you hold your toolbox secure in one hand, the other hand swinging beside you as you jog over to greet the small group. you watch the squad get out, Sam first, then the rest, as you approach. " Sam! how'd the mission go? find any cool things out there? oh! anything on your suit that's been buggin' you or not workin' right? " you excitedly spout out at the towering manned-suit of T-60 before you.
you know it catches Sam off guard each time, how you manage to just know it's him in that particular suit. the thought makes your smile widen, knowing he's blinking down at you with slight awe.
" it went alright. though, my left shoulder plate's been squeaking weird.. " he rolls his shoulder, and the plate lets out this horrible screech-like sound.
you flinch a little at the sound, your face scrunching up. behind him Sam's squad laughs and mumbles about the interaction before them, the crackle of their mic just barely audible. Sam can hear everything they're saying about you though.
you rummage through your toolbox, " i'll get that! gosh, i can't imagine having to listen to that the whole time.. i think i'd go insane! i should have something here to grease that up with..- "
Sam interrupts you by clearing his throat and holding out a big metal hand. " no need to do that here, you can fix it down on the main deck. " he assures, trying to tune the chatter of his squad out.
you look up at him, nodding with a smile. you turn slightly away, as if motioning him to follow you. he turns to follow, his shoulder plate squeaking with each step. " but you have to tell me all about the mission! things you saw, creatures you killed-- oh! any cool buildings.. "
Sam smile to himself as he follows you off the flight deck and down to the main deck, entertaining all your questions with tired, but detailed responses.
✦◟ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
" so, s'the suit been treating you good? " you ask, as you stand on the metal foot of Sam's T-60 on your toes, reaching to fix up his shoulder plate.
Sam almost wants to shrug, but quickly remembers that you're practically pulling yourself upright by his shoulder. his helmet's face plate is flipped up, Sam's honey-brown eyes watching you work. " you know, it would be a lot less straining for you if you'd let me sit or kneel.. " he muses, a soft smile on his thin lips as he watches you huff.
all you give him is a 'psh', before waving him off. " it's fine like this, i told you already. " you shake your head with a reciprocated smile. you glance up at him, a look in your eyes that's easily understood as 'well??'-- wanting your question answered.
he lets out a breathy laugh, picking his memory for an answer. " it's been alright. " by his answer you know he's tired.
you tighten a screw, smearing some grease below the shoulder plate. " 'alright'? psh, it better be with the few days it took me to get that lead plating in there, mister. " you pout.
Sam glances down, scanning your face. you're focused on the job at hand, but he can still tell the answer botheres you a little. he sucks in a breath, looking up at the crude metal ceiling. " the targeting HUD has been a dream, " he offers, looking down at your face again. " that's been a great help. "
he watches your face light up as you stay focused on his shoulder plate, trying to suppress a wide smile. " yeah? i'm really glad! " you nod, dropping your wrench down into your toolbox. you lean back, using one the handles on his chest piece to not fall back. " that HUD took me a while to wire in and hook up, so i'm real glad it's been serving you well! "
your eyes flit back and forth between the two shoulder plates, checking if they're even. " well-! " you exclaim, a proud grin on your face. " the shoulder shouldn't be a problem anymore! "
you remain standing on one of his big metal feet, one hand clutching each handle on his chest piece as Sam rolls his left shoulder. and lo and behold, no horrible screeching sound. Sam smiles, if anything, at your pleased and happy expression. " thanks a lot for that. " he nods, looking down at you.
you look up at him, that looks in your eyes as if he's hung the stars and moon. you grin, " no problem! " you drop down off his foot, letting go of the handles. you don't miss the way Sam leans forward a little to help ease you down.
you rock on your feet, " can't have my favorite Paladin alerting everyone and thing around him, now can i? " Sam’s heart warms at the look on your face and your words.
he nods, a firm, single motion; a sincere thanks. he glances at the crooked clock on the wall. " have you had dinner yet? " as if he doesn't know the likely answer already.
your eyes widen, spinning around to look at the same clock. " oh crap! that's the time?! "
Sam laughs, reaching up to disengage his full helmet from the suit. " c'mon, let's get some food in you, " he smiles, gesturing down the deck to the mess hall.
「 authors note,, y'alllllll.... yet another Fallout x Sam au 🫣🫣 based on yet another fantastic idea by dear friend @talon-s 🫶🏻. nopeee, i will never stop shoving Sam Axe into any fandom/universe i can think of/get my grubby hands on 😤😁. 」
♣️ KICK IN THE HEAD | when Sam stumbles across a messy grave and digs you up, he simply can't take his eyes off you and takes you home to heal. 1,8k.
♣️ MY HEAD KEEPS SPINNIN' | once well rested, Sam explains your first job for him. when you come back after a job well done, he lays out his plan to go after Benny. or, things get a little hot between you two. 1,9k.
♣️♥️ DREAM LOVER COME MY WAY | the closeness between the two of you grows, meanwhile Benny's up to no good. when Mike gets word of a shipment being moved, you accept the job without a second thought. will you come to regret that? 2,6k.
♦️24 LITTLE HOURS | a job went south; landing you tied up in a chair in Benny's warehouse. in a turn of events you find out just how Sam's made it through all the years he's been alive — the consequence of witnessing it leaving you with very real feeling nightmares after making it out of the warehouse; Benny's bloody and beaten corpse growing cold. 3,1k.
more to come !
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒.
♥️ A JOB WELL DONE | a job perfectly well done deserves a high reward, don't you agree? and no caps or gifts could ever compare to Sam's skilled tongue. 1,3k.
♣️ 'TIL SOMEBODY LOVES YOU | a love and admiration like Sam's for you was foreign to you — in that it was pleasant, but hard to get used to. 0,9k.
♠️ LEAVIN' ON YOUR MIND | Sam sits you down and tells you everything — his mutation, the serum and a chunk of his life before the war. and despite the pain of having thought he had died in the previous fight with Benny, all you seem to be able to do, is ache for his pain.
more to come !
𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒.
♣️ PUT A SPELL ON YOU | their journey after answers leads Cooper and Lucy to Vegas — and when Cooper finds out the Sam Axe still runs his casino, he can't not check it out. + Lucy can't help but stare in awe at you. 1,9k.
♣️ ONLY YOU (AND YOU ALONE) | when Sam turns down Lucy, it in turn makes her wonder how he lets you and Cooper get so close, so he explains the bond between you and Sam. + a little extra Sam backstory. 0,9k.
♣️ UNFORGETTABLE, YOU | you and Lucy have a girls night in together, doing her hair and dressing up. when Sam and Cooper arrive back at the penthouse, the two of you have had plenty to drink. + Sam & Cooper can't stop smiling at you two.
「 ꜜsummary,, Sam and Michael use you as bait in an interrogation, and you've never been more excited. when it comes to cleaning up afterwards, you and Sam are all riled up. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, fake blood ⋆ one minor real cut ⋆ fake death ⋆ Sam gets rough but it's consensual ⋆ rough sex ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slapping & spanking ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ choking ⋆ mirror sex ⋆ use of 'slut' a few times ⋆ degradation. ꜜwc,, 4,3k. 」
waiting for people to say something was boring. you were sat in Sam's lap, one earbud in your ear, the other in his as you two listened and wrote down what the two captives were saying to each other through the walls. " can't we do something else? " you groan, dropping your head back in boredom.
Sam pulls you forward by your waist, as to prevent you from tipping back. " sorry doll, unless you've got some magical plan to get 'em to spill something, this is what we're stuck with. "
you huff, watching Sam look at his cut up thumb. you lean in, taking his thumb between your lips, sucking the small droplets of blood clean and gently licking the wound. Sam sucks in a breath, eyes darkening a little. you merely grin at him, teeth a little bloody from his thumb.
you blink suddenly, eyes widening. " what is it? " Sam urges, a little confused and concerned by the sudden look.
your grin widens, and he does not like the look you're giving him. " i've got a great idea, get Michael and the phone or here, and i'll spill it. "
Sam pulls his thumb from between your lips, sighing as he smooths the wounded digit over your lip. he stares at the smeared blood, not at all looking forward to your plan.
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" no. absolutely not. " Sam says, not an inch of wiggle room in his tone.
" but it could work! " you whine, " besides i've been dying to see how much it scares people! "
Michael merely stands beside Sam, deciding that this was between you two. your plan was to cover yourself in bruises and blood, get thrown into the room by Sam and maybe roughed up some — then after being in there for a while get fake killed by Sam.
" that's a poor choice of words right now. i don't care that you've been wanting to try this, no way okay? who knows what would happen to you in there? " Sam fires back at you.
you groan, throwing yourself down into the chair. " c'mon Sam! you know i can take it! we get plenty rough together to be convincing to other people! " you were desperate to show off your great crying skills, as well as you were aching to see how much it would scare people to suddenly get up when people thought you were dead.
Michael held up his hand now, " okay we're adding in things no one needs to know, " gesturing to your hinted-at sex life. " i think it could work, in the end it's your call only. " he nods to you. Sam sighs beside him, looking down at his feet. he knows Michael's right.
" Sammy? " your voice is gentle, but still pleading. Sam looks up, meeting your eyes. " please let me do this, "
he breathes in as he watches your eyes take on that sparkling plea they often took when you two were in private. he takes a deep breath, shaking his head. " fine. "
you let out an excited sound, jumping up to throw yourself into Sam's arms. " thank you! " you grin, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you hug him. he pats your back, before pulling away. " you won't regret this, i swear. " you look up at him, that damn slightly crazy sparkle in your eye.
after twenty minutes of carefully applying makeup to fake bruises, roughing up your clothes and smearing fake blood in specific places you stand before the two men, a ridiculously excited look on your face. " how do i look? " you grin, doing a spin for the both of them.
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose while shaking his head, Michael looks impressed. " i can't believe i agreed to this. " Sam sighs.
you look in the mirror again, before making a contemplative sound. " oh! " you exclaim, stepping before Sam with your hand held out. " can i have your knife for a second? " you tilt your head up at him.
he puts his hands on his hips, " what for? "
you groan, " i need one clear, noticeable cut, " you close and open your hand a few times, " c'mon, either you cut me right here, " you point to a spot near your cheek bone, " or i do it myself. what's it gonna be? "
Michael merely blinks at the two of you from a few feet away, headphones on to listen in on the captive men. he watches Sam reluctantly pull out his knife, handing it to you. " not too deep, i do not want to stitch up your pretty face. " Sam's voice is firm and clear.
you nod, taking the knife from him before turning away from him. you pull up the little mirror again, flicking the knife open as you take a deep breath. you raise the knife, breathing in as you flick the sharp blade against your cheekbone. you exhale once you lower the knife, blood starting to slowly trickle down.
you close the little mirror and close the knife, turning around to hand it to Sam. he looks you up and down with a dark look in his eyes, one that has you debating wether he's into it, or really against it. truth be told, Sam doesn't know either.
you rough up your hair a little, patting Sam's shoulder. " come now, show time. " you grin up at him, the blood dripping down your cheek.
he sighs, nodding. " don't hold back. " you tell him firmly before you two reach the door. Sam nods, taking a deep breath.
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you burst through the door with a shriek, tears streaming down your face as Sam shoves you through. " d'you know this girl?! " he calls out to the man, Jared, as Sam grabs you by your hair.
Jared looks horrified at the sight of you, vigorously shaking his head. " n-no! i don't! "
you try desperately to shove the arousal down as he pushes you further into the room by a tight hold on your hair. " well, we found her snooping around out front, talking to a woman on the phone about going to check in on 'Jared' and the operation, " Sam pushes you into the chair beside Jared.
your thighs squeeze together a little as Sam roughly pulls your hands behind you, tying you to the chair. " come on! please mister! " you cry, squirming against him. " i don't know what you heard but it's- it's not true! " Sam tightens the knot, a fake pained sound coming from your lips.
he rounds you, large hand roughly grabbing your jaw. " listen, stupid girl, " a pang of arousal sparks through you, " if you don't tell us who the call was to, we'll find out your name when we find it in the obituary. " he snarls, dark eyes constantly checking yours. " got it? "
you shake your head against his strong hold, more tears dripping their way down your cheeks and mixing with the blood. " i don't know what you're talking about! " you cry, " please! i need to get back to my mother, please don't kill me! " your crying having turned into full on fake panicked sobs now. Sam was having a hard time keeping the facade on.
" just tell me! " he shouts, landing a harsh slap across your face. the feeling sends an embarrassing amount of pleasurable shocks through you, but you force yourself to cry and panic more.
" please- i don't- " you spit out some blood that had dripped down your lip, " i don't know! " you drop your head, your hair falling around your face as you sob.
Sam kneels before you and pulls you up to face him by a fistful of your hair, " we will get a name, " his voice is low and rough, but just loud enough for Jared to hear. he turns to Jared, your head of hair still in his fist. " the next time i come back here, one of you better have a name, " he drops your head. " or you'll both get to cozy up together in a body bag. "
you mask the involuntary clench of your thighs with a thorough sob, your whole figure shaking. Jared looks mortified, eyes flitting between you and Sam. he watches Sam leave, his wide eyes focussing on you the moment the door slams shut behind Sam.
you let out another sob, chest heaving with panic and fake pain. " how did you- what happened? " Jared's voice comes out in a scared hush.
you jolt your head up, wide, teary eyes meeting his. you swallow painfully, nodding. " he- " you moan in pain, your legs shaking. " he found me downtown, i w-was calling to check if everything was still a-go when he g-grabbed me, " you let out a painful breath, " kept going on about you, about our boss, "
Jared sucked in a breath, starting to thoroughly panic now. " ple-please, i need to get back to my mother-! " another pained sob from you, " she's sick and- " you break off your sentence by dropping forward and sobbing violently.
and all you can do from this position is hope that he takes the bait — that, and lay on the sick mother and scared little girl act extra thick.
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the moment the door slams open you let out a panicked shriek, head snapping up to Sam — now holding a gun. he slams the door shut, stepping in front of you and Jared. " so, " he says with a fake smile, " who's suddenly come to their senses and wants to talk? "
you shake your head, panicked heaving picking up again. " please don't kill me! i s-swear i don't know anything! " you cry, your voice cracking.
Sam takes a deep breath before slapping you across the face again, " if you don't have anything useful to say, then shut the hell up! " he shouts, turning to Jared now. " did you have a sudden change of heart? hm? "
Jared stutters through something, but not anything coherent as Sam points the gun at him. " please don't shoot either of us! please i'm- " you panic and rush your words at the sight of his finger loosely around the trigger.
Sam turn to you, gun now pointed at you. " what did i just tell you? if you don't have anything useful to say, shut it! "
" but i- we're- " you cry, pretend panicking at the fake threat of his gun.
" buh buh buh! " Sam mocks you, lifting your chin up with the barrel of his gun. the cold metal sends shivers down your spine, thoughts of the last time his gun was pleasurably tipped beneath your chin briefly flashing through your mind. " you ever been shot? " his head tilting a little in a mocking way.
you let out a sob, shaking your head frantically against his gun. " then you better shut the hell up, girl, else you'll find out what it feels like. " he flashes you a fake smile.
Sam moves to turn his attention back to Jared, " you got anything more intelligible to say than her? " he points the gun at Jared again, tipping it to signal him to say anything.
Jared only stutters again, " hey man i- don't hurt her no more- "
you feel he's close to the edge, needing only one more push before he spills a name. so you lay it on extra thick, " please let me go! " you cry out, " i don't have a name to give! i just need to get back to my mother! "
Sam snaps back to you, gun pointed at your face. " what'd i just say? " Jared watches in fear as Sam fully steps in front of you. " you suddenly have a change of heart, hm? got a name for me? " he shouts.
you shake your head, hiccups interrupting your sobs. " no but i- please just- " you trip over your words.
Sam drops his head back, groaning. " i'm getting sick of this, " he cocks the gun, the barrel dropping a little lower to aim at your chest. " you should've either told me a name or shut the hell up, stupid girl. " he grunts.
and to Jared's horror Sam pulls the trigger, three loud shouts firing into the blood packs under your shirt — the pressure of the fake bullets still sending your chair shooting back. you try hard not to make a sound as your limp body hits the floor.
Jared lets out a panicked shout at the drop of your body, chest heaving at the sight of all the blood slowly pouring from you. " okay okay! her name's Savannah! that's her name! " Jared practically yells, panicked tears starting to drip down his face.
Sam, lets out a huff, flashing the guy a fake smile. " see? that wasn't that hard now, was it? " he pulls out his phone, messaging the name to Michael. once he hits 'send', Sam tucks the gun away, patting Jared on his shoulder. Jared's figure jolts violently at the pressure.
a low whine comes from you, your figure squirming against the rope. " can i move now? my arms falling asleep, "
the sound of your voice, only slightly cracked but other than that completely calm sends Jared into a frenzy. " oh yeah, let me get you up, baby, " Sam exhales, moving over to pick you up along with your chair. he pulls you upright, kneeling behind you as he pulls his knife from his pocket to cut the tight rope around your wrists.
you groan exaggeratedly, stretching your arms above your head as you shake them to get some feeling back. " uhg, thanks. " you turn to press a bloody kiss to his cheek.
all while Jared watches in pure horror. " she's alright?! " he yells, voice cracking.
Sam pulls you up on your feet by both your hands, eyes doing a quick once over before you turn Jared. you grin at him, " yup, i'm alright! " Jared looks horrified at your grin. Sam elbows your back, " well, actually no, i'm not, " you turn to face Sam, " i told you not to hold back before i got into this! " you jab at his chest.
Sam just rolls his eyes at you, grabbing your hand. " she was in on this too?! " Jared shouts, squirming against his restraints.
Sam chuckles, " it was her idea actually, " you nod along, grinning happily up at him as his eyes flit across your face. he turns you, shoving you towards the door. " now go get cleaned up, "
you giggle, " yes sir, " grinning like a mad woman as you push through the door. you walk through the mostly empty apartment, passing Mike on your way to the bathroom — a very impressed and simultaneously disturbed look on his face.
you're in the bathroom for a few minutes, struggling with some of your blood soaked clothes. " Sammy! " you call out, " need your help here! "
Sam's head shoots up at your call, meeting Michael's eyes through the open door. " you go help her, i'll take care of him. " Michael speaks, cuffs in hand. Sam nods, patting Mike's back. " don't take too long, we got a job to do still. " he squints at Sam — who merely laughs in response. " and don't get too loud please! "
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you jump a little at Sam's large hands pushing away yours from your back. you look behind you, a giddy grin on your lips. " how'd i do, Sammy? " you eagerly ask.
Sam grunts, trying to peel your sticky shirt off of you to no avail. " you did good, baby, " another grunt, and he gives up on pulling it off. " you did so good, "
you bounce a little at his praise, you turn around to face him, throwing your arms over his shoulders. " yeah? " you leaning in, your lips brushing against his. he breathes at the proximity, unable to deny anymore how hot and bothered this whole ordeal has gotten him.
his large hands paw at your hips, pulling you against him. " you did so damn good, sweetheart, " he breathes catching in his throat as you trail a hand down his chest, dipping your fingers into the pocket of his jeans. a dark look sparkles across your eyes as you fish out his pocket knife.
he lets out a deep breath, slamming his lips against yours. you welcome the urgent kiss, clasping his knife safely in one hand as you throw your arm back over his shoulder to pull him down and closer to you.
" you gon' help me out of these clothes? " you pant against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip. he huffs at your teeth, reaching behind him to pull his knife from between your hands.
" this what you had in mind, huh? " a dark tone in his voice as he spins you around and bends you over the sink. you giggle at the sudden movement, grabbing each side of the sink to stabilize yourself. " want me to cut you out of your clothes? bet you'd really like that. " he palms your ass, before landing a loud smack!. he watches your thighs clench together at the smack. " dirty fucking girl. "
he grunts as you press your ass back against his front, a low moan leaving your lips as you feel just how much he's been enjoying this. " see? i knew you'd like this- " a loud and sudden tear! rings through the bathroom as he cuts your tanktop up the length of your back. a pleasured and surprised sound spills from you.
he works quickly, peeling the sticky shirt off your skin before sliding the knife beneath the hem of your shorts. another shred! sounds clear, each movement of his knife sending shocks of excitement through you. the last tear! echoes through the space, before Sam peels your shorts off. " no underwear? " he tuts. he smooths his hand over the curve of your ass, before landing another harsh smack!. he grows achingly hard at the sight of the skin turning red in the vague shape of his hand.
you moan, pushing your hips back. " please- " you drop your head forward as one of his big hands slips between your thighs, two rough fingers dragging between your folds.
" fuckin' hell, baby, " he moans, " fuuck you're soaking wet- " he pulls his hand away, both of them now desperately working at his belt. he grunts as he pulls himself free, stroking himself a few times before spinning you around and lifting you up onto the counter. " such a fucking slut, enjoying me throwing you around and slapping you, " he pants, dragging his fat tip through your folds.
a loud, lewd moan is pulled from you as he plunges in without warning, roughing pulling your thighs as to sink in as deep as he possibly can. " shit-! " you gasp, eyes rolling back as he sets a ruthless pace, fucking into you with a mission. " oh right there-! " your bloody hands claw at his arms, your head dropping back against the mirror.
you let out a strangled sound as he wraps one of his huge hands around your throat, fingers gripping firmly, but carefully. your hands shoot up to hold his hand in place, eyes shut in pure pleasure. " yeah? " he pants, " we gotta be quick with this, we've got a- job to do. " he grunts, slipping his other hand between you two. you nearly let out a shout as his fingers find your clit. he moans as you clench around him at the tight circles being rubbed into the sensitive bud.
your head was swimming with pleasure, from his hand wrapped around your throat, to the rough play by him in the interrogation, to him fucking the hell out of you in some random bathroom while you were covered in fake blood — lord it was pulling you to the edge quickly.
each drag of his fat cock, each vein, each twitch making your whole body tense up. the stretch was deliciously painful, filling you up so damn good.
" come on, baby, " he grunts, his fingers working quicker. " c'mon, " your hips stutter against his hand, both trying to push into the pleasure and simultaneously trying to get away from it.
it embarrassingly doesn't take more than a few more thrusts and the quick work of his fingers and your walls are spasming around his thick cock. white hot pleasure floods through you as you cry out, the added pleasure of your slightly restricted airflow sending you violently crashing over the edge.
he groans loudly as your walls hug him tight, fucking you through your climax. " that's it you filthy fucking thing, that's it, c'mon. " he pants, pulling his hand from between you. you gasp as he pulls out and away, yanking you off the counter and instead bending you over it.
you let out a lewd sounding yelp, his huge hands gripping your sticky, fake blood covered hips. " oh fuck-! " you cry out as he slams back into you, your head dropping forward as your eyes roll back with such intensity you think they might get stuck there.
he removes one hand, in turn raising it to talk his fingers in your hair. you gasp as he yanks your head back up, your eyes shooting wide open. you moan as they land on the sight in the mirror before you, your naked bloody figure jolting with each painfully harsh thrust — and Sam's clothed figure pounding into you from behind, smears of fake blood across his shirt.
a particularly harsh thrust sends your eyes rolling back again, shutting them as your walls spasm around him. he lets go of your hair, landing a harsh smack! across your cheek before grabbing ahold of your jaw. " eyes on the mirror. " he grunts, " if you close them, this all stops. got it? "
he groans as your walls clench around him at his words. " i got- uh fuck-! i got it-! " he grins darkly from behind you, dark eyes watching yours through the mirror as he fucks the hell out of you.
you hold his eyes through the mirror, your face contorted in pure pleasure as you try so hard not to close your eyes. his thrusts somehow quicken, and you know he's close. " please-! please give it to me! " you moan, your hands gripping the sides of the counter with pale white knuckles.
he moans, eyes dragging down your ass where it slams against his hips with each thrust, the skin rippling each time. " yeah? " he breathes, " you want me to fill you up? "
you nod vigorously, tears dripping down your face in overstimulation. " please! " you're trying so hard to keep your eyes on the mirror.
his hand drags back to your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he yanks your head up. " 'm gonna fuck you full- " he pants, face contorted in focus as he pounds into you. " fuuck, i'm close- " he moans.
" please! " you plead, tears rolling down as you beg him. " please cum for me-! "
" oh shit-! " he grunts.
his hips slam into yours once more before stilling, pushing his hips so hard up into you your could feel him in your stomach as he cums. your walls clench around him as he spills into you, spurting rope after rope up into you. his whole body trembles as he rides out his climax, slowly but deeply fucking his cum up into you.
he slumps after a minute, shaky arms resting on either side of you against the counter. " jesus christ, " he pants, nuzzling against the back of the crook of your neck.
you pant, laughing breathlessly. " yeah, " your voice trembles heavily.
he slowly pulls out, eyes glued to the way his cum slowly starts to drip from your spasming hole. " let's, phew, let's get you cleaned up, yeah? " he breathes, patting your hips as he pulls you up straight. you nod, turning around to loop your arms around his neck first. you pull him down, pressing your trembling lips against his in a sweet and tired kiss. one he more than happily reciprocates.
he reluctantly pulls away, stroking your cheek. " let's wash up, okay? " his voice is breathy and gentle. you nod, letting him guide you to the shower and turn the water on.
「 ꜜsummary,, requested by the lovely @gilly-billy , Sam x Reader, where they're on the beach or at a private pool with a girlfriend after some swimming and sun screen they bone on a poolside chair or a towel?. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, piv sex ⋆ outdoor sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ dry humping ⋆ heavy grinding ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ creampie ⋆ cum stuffing(?). ꜜwc,, 1,4k. 」
Sam was never much of a swimmer, he much preferred lounging at a poolside. you on the other hand, loved going for a swim on a hot day. hence why you had a nice, big pool in the yard of your vacation home.
you smoothed your hair back as you stepped up the pool steps, Sam's dark eyes watching your body's every sway as water dripped down your figure. " that, " you exaggeratedly exhale, " was much needed. " you near Sam, who's lounging on your lounge set beside the pool.
Sam grins, watching you saunter over with eager eyes. " yeah? " he sets his drink down on the table in front of him.
you smirk at his tone, " mhmm, " you step around the table, your knees knocking against his as you stood before him. you bent down, picking up his drink and taking a long sip from it, Sam watching you closely. you finish the drink — a drink you had made for him — and set it down, turning back to Sam as you lower yourself into his lap. his large hands are on your hips in an instant, helping you get settled and comfortable.
you lean over him, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen that stood on the edge of the couch. " could you help reapply my sunscreen? " you bat your eyes at him, smiling.
pff, you never had to ask — Sam'll take any opportunity to run his hands all over your bare skin, as well as protect it from burning under the hot sun. " you don't even have to ask, baby. " he grins.
you return his grin, popping the cap off as you push your dripping wet hair off and behind your shoulders, squirting sunscreen onto your skin. Sam watches the white liquid drip down your skin, eyes glued to it and his mind drifting. you giggle, feeling where his mind is drifting to, his hardening cock pressing up against your core deliciously. " you gonna help? " you tease, watching him snap out of his trance.
you shudder the moment his large hands sweep across your skin, gathering some sunscreen before massaging it into your skin. his big hands drag across your waist and stomach, his eyes following his hands as he works the product into your skin.
you were growing eager too, slowly rocking against him with each pass of his hands, your chest starting to heave with each grip of his fingers. " turn around, baby, lemme get your back, " he breathes, painfully turned on.
you nod, getting off his lap before turning around sitting back down. a small moan escapes your lips, your core clenching around nothing as his hips buck up into yours. his big hands pull your hips down, rough fingers dragging across your skin as he rubs the sunscreen across your back.
one hand rubs the sunscreen in, the other firmly holds your hips in place as you squirm against him. " Sam, " you breathe, eyes closed as you rock your hips against his.
" yeah, baby? " he pants, wiping the rest of the sunscreen off his hands and onto your back. he roughly grips your hips, tugging at them. " turn around, honey, come on, "
you don't need to be told twice, scrambling to turn around and settle back down in his lap. you moan as he takes ahold of the back of your head, slamming your lips against his in a feverish kiss. your hips now roll freely against his, small sounds being swallowed by his lips each time your clit drags against the seam of his shorts.
" shit, keep that up. " he groans, both his hands coming down to grip at your hips, aiding your movements.
" yeah? " you pant against his lips, " you wanna cum like this? " you pick up your pace, hips shuddering with each roll. Sam doesn't respond, merely dropping his back with a groan as you feverishly dry hump him.
" oh fuck, Sammy, oh you feel so good, " you moan, feeling the pressure build up. Sam bucks his hips up into your movements, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure.
he groans, hands fiddling with the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling at the bows at your hips. you gasp as he yanks the small garment off, the added pleasure of your naked core grinding against him bringing you closer to the edge. " fuck- " he moans, his fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. " need to be inside you, baby, fuuck i wanna fill you up, "
you nod, your hands shooting down to work at his shorts, his hips lifting enough to slide the garment down enough to pull him out. " oh fuck- " he grunts as your hand wraps around his thick cock, guiding it to your aching hole. " shit, honey, i need you, " he begs, his eyes rolling back as you drag his weeping tip through your folds.
you both let out long moans as you sink down onto him, your walls spasming around him as he fills you to the brim, and then some. you breath catches in your throat as you lean forward, resting your head against his shoulder as you adjust to his size.
Sam grunts as he presses his hips up into yours, pushing in even deeper. he pulls your hips up, using the leverage of you leaning against him to slowly pull you up his length, then pushing you back down it to fill you up again. your eyes roll back, his thick cock splitting you wide open in the most delicious way possible.
" you feel so good, baby- " he moans, setting a quick pace, slamming up into you to meet your movements. " god, always hugging me so tight, fuck. " he rambles, head dropped back as he thrusts up into you.
you slip a hand between you two, your fingers working against your clit as he fucks up into you at a brutal pace. " just- oh just like that, Sam, " you moan, feeling yourself start to near the edge.
his hips pick up the pace, a lewd gasp leaving your lips his cock bullies your walls, fucking you up so damn deliciously. " c'mon, oh c'mon cum for me pretty girl, " he moans, his fingers digging into the already slightly visible bruises. " that's it, baby- " he grunts as your walls spasm around him at his words, " give it to me, sweetheart, fuuck, give it to me, " grunting at each spasm from each word.
with a few more tight circles against your clit and you're thrown over the edge, white hot pleasure clouding your eyes. Sam lets out a guttural moan as your walls clench around him, slamming up into you with vigour, chasing his own climax. " fuck- baby, i'm so close, " he moans, his cock dragging against your walls so good you can't think straight.
" cum for me, honey, " you moan, fully dropping against him as he pounds up into you. " please, please, fill me up, " you beg, your forehead digging into his shoulder. " please fuck me full- "
his hips stutter at your words, " yeah? " he pants, " i'm gonna stuff you so fucking full of my cum- " he grunts, eyes screwed shut in focus. " so full it's gonna spill out of your pretty pussy- " you can feel him twitch against your walls. " shit- "
his hips slam up a few more times, before they still with deep, guttural groans as he cums — forcing himself impossibly deep up inside as he fucks his cum up into you. " that's it, oh fuck- give it to me- please-! " you sob into his shoulder, your spasming walls milking him for all he's got.
you both pant and gasp as he fills you up, feeling his cum drip out from where you're joined as he stuffs you full.
his hips still, strong arms pulling you flush against his chest as you both calm down. you feel him twitch against your walls with each drop of cum slipping out and sliding down to his pelvis. he lets out a deep exhale, " fucking hell, "
you tiredly laugh against him, " yeah, " the two of you stay like that for a little bit, before you lift your head off his sweaty chest. " no matter how much i'd love to stay like this, " you exhale, taking in Sam's flushed face. " this would result in really unflattering tan lines, "
Sam barks out a tired laugh, your figure jolting with the movement of his chest. " i guess that's fair, " he laughs, his large hands dragging up and down your sweaty back. " come on, " he groans as he sits up, " let's get you cleaned up so you can get back to tanning. " he teases, grunting as gets up, lifting you along with him.
