#sam monroe fluff

[browneyedgirll]

STOLEN MOMENTS - SAM MONROE

girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!sam monroe

word count: 436

contents: Fluff

Music blared from the stereo that sat atop Sam’s dresser, his stepdad had already been at his door twice shouting at him to turn ‘ that trash down, ’ but Sam didn’t care nor did he listen, instead he turned the volume up louder. He hadn’t seen you in almost a month and now he was trying desperately to make up for lost time.

You sat in his lap, your hands resting on Sam’s shoulder as his lips pressed against yours. Slowly Sam’s hands began to travel lower as he tested the waters, when there was no protest to his actions his hands moved under the hem of your skirt. Just as his fingers brushed against the waist band of your panties his door flew open. 

With a startled yelp you jumped off Sam. His stepfather stood in the doorway, completely mortified by what he just saw. 

“ If you don’t turn down the goddamn music and keep your hands off your girlfriend she leaves. ”

“ You can’t tell me what to do in my room. ”

With a huff Sam climbed off his bed slamming the door in his step fathers face before twisting the lock. 

“ God he’s such a fucking cockblock sometimes. ”

Sam dropped back down onto his mattress, his fingers coming up to twist and tug on his labret. Beside Sam you sat watching him quietly, your mind filled with unspoken thoughts. 

“ Maybe I should go home.. ”

Sam’s brow furrowed as his gaze moved to land on you. You looked uncomfortable so unsure of yourself. 

“ You’re not going just because he’s being a dick. ”

Sam’s lanky arms stretched over to the bedside table before he pressed play on the stereo again drowning the room in loud music once more.

“ I just don’t want to get you in trouble. ”

“ You won’t, this is my shit, not yours, I can handle it. ”

Quickly Sam leaned in pressing a few distracting kisses to your cheek. After a moment you climbed back into his lap, your fingers disappearing into his dark curls. Immediately Sam pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His thumbs traced lazy circles on your back through the thin fabric of your shirt. The music blared behind you as you both got lost in the feeling of you on his lap, both of you finally relaxed for the first time all night. 

Slowly Sam’s lips found yours, pressing against yours gently before pulling back. His forehead rested against yours as you shared small kisses back and forth. 

“ You’re sure I can stay the night? ”

“ It’s my room, and I want you here, fuck Peter. ”

[bettyvick]

dealer

based on this request ♡

dealer!sam monroe x bimbo!reader

summary: sam’s the high school dealer and he hides it from you, his sweet and innocent girlfriend. But when you find out he ignores you.

warnings: reader’s sensible, weed mentions, drug consume, Sam is a drug addict, reader had an addict brother, yearning, fluff, angsty.

author's note: thanks to all of you who are following me! i love y’all <3

Sam Monroe was a boy filled with rage and pain. His parents had divorced, his mother refused to take care of him and threw him at his father like he was some smelly fish.

He was also frustrated, though he hid it with more hatred. At school, the boys on the football team cornered him in lockers, the cheerleaders laughed at him, and everyone else simply avoided him. Not to mention that his girlfriend Alyssa had dumped him to get back with her ex, Josh, Sam's worst nightmare.

He had no friends and turned into drugs, using and selling them. He thought about doing it for a while and then quitting, until things got better. But by the time you came into his life, it was too late; he was deep in the mess.

He met you mid-course; you had recently arrived in the city and were sitting in front of Sam in English class.

The first thing he thought of you was that you were disgustingly sweet. With your pom-pom pens, your pink skirts and your soft voice. You really made him nauseous.

He laughed at you in his head —because he was actually a coward and didn't dare say it out loud— at how ridiculous you looked wearing all pink. What were you, five years old? You didn't know he was staring at you; you were clueless, you hadn't even realized he was there. That innocence annoyed him and drove him crazy in equal measure.

Once you bumped into him in the hallway, you were in your usual world, and he was wearing his headphones. He turned the corner, and bam! Your coffee unexpectedly spilled on both of your clothes, soaking his Nirvana T-shirt and your pink cardigan.

Sam was about to say something rude until he saw you take your pastel pink handkerchief out of your pocket and wipe his clothes with it, on the verge of tears as you frantically mumbled apologies.

—It isn't that bad— he tried to calm you down, though his tone was grumpy as usual.

That's when he realized how sensitive you really were. You weren't pretending, you were really like that.

Intrigued to meet you, he decided to force interactions with you. He would purposely throw his pencil to the floor, at the perfect distance so you'd be the one to pick it up and then hand it to him. You always did it with a big smile that made his heart race. He watched you during lunch; you didn't have many friends either, which was perfect for him, so you wouldn't know his bad reputation.

One day he was sitting on the stairs outside the school during class when he saw you arrive; you were late. Sam was having a bad day. He and his father had argued as usual, and he was skipping school.

Your eyes met his, and he shuddered, though he tried to hide it. You stopped on the step he was standing on.

—What you looking at?— he asked rudely. You looked prettier than usual, with straight hair and a sweater that was loose and reached the edge of your thighs.

—Nothing, I just thought you looked sad— you said gently, rummaging through your bag. You took out a bag of food and handed it to him. —I have cookies. They always make me happier. I made them myself.

He felt his heart stop in his chest. He took the package, his ears red.

—Thanks— he murmured.

Even though it might have been a minor act to you, you had made Sam's day.

His obsession with you increased; you were his new drug.

After weeks of accompanying you to your classes, spending breaks with you, and repeatedly humiliating himself by admitting to knowing things about you he shouldn't, you started dating.

Sam loved you so much that sometimes it scared him even himself. He thought about you all the time, about your soft skin, your kisses that always left him dazed, and your puppy-dog eyes.

You were his weakness.

You adored him! Behind that carefree, emo-boy facade, there was someone sensitive and protective. If you argued with someone, Sam would come to your defense, regardless of whether the other person was right or wrong. He knew your favorite ice cream flavor and exactly what to do when you were sad.

Although, at school, there were horrible rumors about him being a dealer. Everyone was mean to Sam! Just because he dressed in black, wore matching eyeliner, and spiked bracelets didn't mean he was a drug addict. You didn't believe a word of it; you knew your Sammy well; he'd never do that.

Or so you thought.

His business was doing well; he made a lot of money from the popular kids who had no idea how much 100 grams of weed actually cost. He set the price, and they accepted without thinking. He was respected now; no one messed with him. Even some girls offered to sleep with him to pay for the weed, but Sam never accepted. He had you, and that was enough.

He hid his drug problem from you because he didn't want to hurt you. He knew you'd had a bad past with them since your brother had been an addict. It wasn't that difficult either. If his eyes were red, it was from an allergy, and if he had to constantly disappear to do his business in the bathroom, it was because he had a weak bladder. You just smiled and kissed his cheek.

But one day during history class, you had a mishap with your period and had to run to the bathroom. Being so distracted, you opened the wrong door and there you saw him, with a small bag full of green weed, and Troy handing him a couple of bills. Your pulse stopped, and Sam looked at you like a deer about to be hit, his throat dry and his heart in his mouth.

Then he stopped talking to you. No matter how much you wanted to talk about it and solve your problems, he ignored you. Your calls, your texts, your voicemails, everything. He hadn't broken up with you, he'd never do that, but that week of absolute ghosting left a deep void in your chest.

You cried all the time, you were already sensitive, and on top of that, you were on your period. But Sam didn't know he was hurting you so much. He simply didn't know how to handle the situation and just did what he did best.

Completely ignoring everything.

The ghosting phase ended a week later, when you were talking to a friend from philosophy class on the way home and Sam showed up, his brow furrowed and his knuckles white.

—Stay away from my girlfriend, you stupid nerd— he said, stepping between you. His eyes were red, and you could smell the drug on the fabric of his shirt.

—Sam!— you moaned, embarrassed. Your friend stared at him, scared and motionless, not knowing what to do.

—Leave before I beat you up— Sam drawled, his jaw clenched. The other boy quickly walked away.

Sam turned to you; you were angry, arms crossed over your chest. It wasn't going to be easy to forgive him.

—Princess…

—You're such a fool, Samuel— he grimaced at the mention of his full name, groaning in frustration.

—I'm so sorry, I didn't know what to do.

—Well, not ignoring me in the first place!— you exclaimed. Sam stumbled as he walked behind you.

—You know I don't know how to handle my feelings— he excused himself.

—Well, you hurt mine— you used that tone that made his heart clench in his chest.

—I'm really sorry, I promise, Princess. I'll quit drugs…

—You're a liar— you said, on the verge of tears; you'd heard that promise before. Sam's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees, clutching your hand tightly to keep you from leaving.

—I swear, I'll quit the business, okay? I'll go to a fucking detox center if that's what you want— his voice was shaky, and his irises glistened with the tears pricking his eyes. —I'll do whatever you ask, but please don't leave me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You saw him defeated, surrendering to you. You didn't know if he meant it or if it was the weed talking, but you were weak too. You loved him too much to leave him like that.

You tugged on his arm, helping him sit up, and kissed the tears from his cheeks.

—Come on, I'll make you some cookies— Sam smiled through crooked lips.

You were his divine angel.

[letterstoanakin]

A SHARED MELODY ♫

bf! sam monroe x gf! reader

contains/warnings: fluff, making out, PDA on school grounds (no one is paying attention to them)

wc: 599

a/n: First fic on here…AHH!! 👀 Special thanks to my co-writer @unicornglittersparkle12 , I couldn’t have done it without her. She truly made this piece come to life. I gave her the idea and she genuinely wrote MOST (almost all) of it (we’re writing the note together and arguing as we speak) 😼 I'll also tag my other blog which will contain reblogs of my future fanfics so it is easy to locate @cravingsammonroe. ENJOY!!!

As you stride through the cramped courtyard of your school, you spot Sam Monroe sitting under the shaded leaves of a large oak tree. His blue eyes remain peacefully shut, his attention occupied by the earplugs dangling onto his chest. You change your direction and begin to walk towards him, careful not to disrupt his serenity.

Towering over his silhouette in the cool shadow of the tree, Sam’s eyes remain shut despite him being aware of your presence.

“Mind if I join you?” You interject, fiddling awkwardly with your black painted nails.

Sam pauses his music, which you can hear slightly muffled through his earplugs - meaning he’s blasting his music, trapped in the convoluted maze of his mind once again. His eyes slowly shift up to you as he moves a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. His eyes peer up at you through thick, dark lashes, meeting your intrigued stare. “Sure,” he states plainly, a smile creeping up the corner of his lips.

You drop down next to Sam, leaning your back against the cool base of the tree. Unsure of what to do next, you rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in the strong scent of weed and cologne radiating off of his figure. You feel him shift, reaching for the earplug in his left ear; you can hear his music clearer now, the once muffled sounds escaping into the small space between you.

“It’s Metallica,” Sam affirms, handing you his earplug. As you grab it, the tips of your fingers graze the cold, silver metal of his rings. You skim the lines of his hand, focusing your finger on the ring you bought him for his birthday. You lower your lips, leaving him a slight kiss on the ring - its coolness prompting goosebumps to freckle across your neck. Taking the earplug from his hand, you raise it to your ear. His harsh music greatly differs from the calm air of the courtyard, splitting the silence you were previously sitting in.

Sam lowers his eyes to you, flashing to your lips for a fleeting moment. His callous hand grips your neck, drawing your face closer to his. His cheeks blush, growing pink at your proximity. You close the strained gap between the two of you, your lips colliding in a deep kiss. You move your hand into his jet-black hair, grasping for him in a deep passion. His lips move on yours, and you open your mouth in a desperate need to deepen the kiss. Sam slides his tongue into your mouth, biting your bottom lip playfully. He pulls you onto his lap, moving you to a straddling position. His hands move from your hair, roaming down your body and urgently grabbing you until they reach the back of your thighs. His nails dig into the back of your legs, pulling you closer. Your earplugs have slowly started to fall, hitting the ground in a way that fails to plague either of your interests.

Sam slowly pulls away, admiring the hair that fell into your face amidst your kiss. You glance promptly towards the ground, spotting his earplugs that managed to fall onto the grass of the courtyard.

You smile, rolling off his lap to grab the earplugs on the ground. The two of you can hear Metallica still playing, muffled by the sound of other students in the courtyard. Placing one earplug in his ear and one in yours, you return to your sitting position at the base of the tree and close your eyes, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder once again.

tags: @jay018

[anakinsdove]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

pairing: sam monroe x shy!girlygirl!fem!reader

summary: sam can’t seem to get hard, he also can’t stand you, but he needs your help.

c/w: nsfw, fluff, friends to lovers, sam pretends not to like reader but they’re actually friends, handjob, makeout session, overstimulation, unintentional dacryphilia? reader doesn’t know she has that kink, also sam is mean and reader is kinda innocent if not naive.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 𝟮,𝟮𝟱𝟴.

Sam stroked his cock lazily, laying on his messy bed while “Paranoid” from Black Sabbath played from his stereo volume insanely loud, he stared at the ceiling eyes wide open. To say he was frustrated was an understatement, he’s been stroking his cock for the past 45 minutes and he can’t even get hard yet, he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, “fuck!” He yells in frustration, he watched every single porn tape he owned and couldn’t even pop a boner, from time to time he looks beside him to the porn magazine, hes just not focused, not even his imagination can help him… it’s been like this for the past week. Maybe it finally happened, his cock doesn’t work anymore and he’s still a virgin, he’s pathetic.

Weed doesn’t work, porn doesn’t work, imagination doesn’t work and he’s not lucky enough to get action, the only thing worse than not being able to get hard himself is not being able to get hard with another girl, he would rather kill himself. His wrist aches and he cries out in frustration, he’s so needy, and he’s sweating, it’s so unfair…. he doesn’t hear you knocking on his window.

“sam!” you been calling his name for the past two minutes but it felt like an eternity for your antsy little ass, he’ll kill you if you go inside without his permission, you don’t understand what his deal is when not letting people go inside he’s too dramatic you think “sam!” you call again, now you’re starting to get impatient so you decide to open his balcony door and get inside.

Sam cringes at sunlight and cries out “get out!” throwing at you the porn magazine beside his head as he quickly covers himself with the sheets… what the fuck?

“What is this?” you ask curiously as you kneel to pick up the magazine your eyes instantly landing on the woman with big tits “Turn around!” Sam yells furiously, you do as he says and quickly puts on a pair of boxers, when he realizes you’re still flicking through his magazine, he walks over and takes it right out of your hands, you don’t say anything only look up at him with doe eyes… sam looks away.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask with that sweet and calm voice of yours, exactly the opposite of Sam’s “Go where?” He asks annoyed, you never made plans of going anywhere together, “My house, we’re going to watch a movie” sam pretends to think hardly about it, making you think he might have more important things to do, cooler things to do than to watch a movie with you, well he doesn’t. “Fine but I’m picking the movie” you nod and Sam turns around to grab some pants from his floor.

“Let’s go” Sam says like it’s obvious he’s done and you’re just standing there like an idiot, you follow him downstairs and to the front door and this time sam opens the door for you but still pushes you a little to get out faster.

You start walking trying to maintain his peace, and steal glances at him when you can, before he notices it “What?” Sam asks… so he did notice after all “Nothing its just… you’re not wearing makeup” you say “So?” He asks “it’s uncommon” he doesn’t roll his eyes or anything, you might be starting to think you’re friends. 10 minutes later you arrive to your house and this time you open the door for Sam.

“Where’s your mom?” He asks “she’s not home” “cool” Sam knows very well the way to your room, your room is completely different to his, clean bedsheets and freshly made bed, pink wallpaper decorating your walls and what might be the star of your room, your pretty vanity displaying all of your makeup, Sam always looks a little bit interested in your makeup but when he realizes it mostly soft colors and pink, blushes and lip gloss he loses interest just as quick, he thinks the only cool makeup product you own it’s black eyeliner, you grab your favorite disc “six pence none the richer” by six pence none the richer and “Kiss me” starts playing, Sam’s face instantly turns in disgust.

“What?” You ask, “isn’t there anything less awful you could play?” “Huh?” “Limp bizkit or something” “Limp what?” Sam decides to drop the topic due your answer. “Wait here, I’ll make the popcorn” you sprint out of your room and sam wanders through your room, he’s done it a dozen times by now, even knows which one is your underwear drawer, where your diary is… he beats up your plushies and when he’s done he goes across the room and stares at your Chad Michael Murray poster you probably found in a girly magazine and gives it the middle finger.

He can hear you singing downstairs and he rolls his eyes, what’s wrong with her? Sam asks himself, and two minutes later he decides there’s nothing worthy of his time in your room and lays on your bed staring at the ceiling “Here” you say putting the popcorn bowl on his stomach, he didn’t even hear you come upstairs, you sit next to him and squirm trying to get comfortable, Sam quickly looks away when he sees your skirt riding up a little bit “So, what movie are we watching?” You ask excited

Sam smirks

“Sam!” You cry out trying to cover your eyes with the popcorn bowl, of course he picked “Texas Chainsaw massacre” you’ve never watched this movie before and you totally hated it, 40 minutes later into the film.. Sam ignores your plea and his eyes are still focused on the tv, “Sam…” you say weakly with a pout in your face, “Sam can we please watch something else?” Sam sighs and grabs the tv remote to pause the movie. “Why?” “It’s too scary” “You’re such a crybaby” Sam says annoyed “It’s all fake, you know that right?” “It’s still very awful” you say and Sam grabs the popcorn bowl from your arms “sorry” you say apologetically.

“Do you want to go outside?” You ask “No” “What do you want to do?” He doesn’t respond “Sam” you try again “what!?” Sam says annoyed and you look like wounded puppy “what’s wrong? you seem really annoyed today, more than usual” “I’m fine” you sit closer to him, now your thighs are touching and he can smell your dizzying body lotion that smells like cupcakes, he stares at your lips and your cleavage…

“You can talk to me, I won’t judge you” Sam knows you would never do it, you’re too pure to make a joke of any situation that might be hurting him “My dick is broken” he lets out abruptly “what?” “I can’t get hard” Sam confesses “Oh” you don’t really know what to say…. “Why?” “I don’t fucking know” there clearly annoyance in his voice

“Are you going to see a doctor?” “What!? Why the fuck would I go to the doctor” “I dunno” you say confused and mostly to yourself “Are you going to tell your mom?” “You give the worst advices ever, seriously, are you that stupid. I wont tell my fucking mom” now he sounds genuinely angry. “Hey you’re not being nice!” Now it’s your turn to yell at him “I’m not trying to be!” You grab your pillow and hit him in the face with it, hard enough to make him yelp, then he grabs your other pillow and hits you with it, you gasp offended “Hey!” You grab the pillow again and start hitting him repeatedly pushing him on his back and getting on his lap as you keep your assault, you’re practically jumping on his dick as the bed moves and creaks beneath you, “Stop!” Sam yells urgently under you, you keep going and Sam lets out a moan and urgently grabs your hips to keep you still “S-stop! I’m sorry”

You finally stop the assault, your expression changing to confusion when you realize Sam is panting beneath you, “What’s wrong?” You ask, he looks up to you in shock and sits up, you try to get off his laps but his hands hold your hips still “Did I hurt you?” You ask with evident sadness and regret in your voice “I’m hard” Sam confesses breathlessly “But I thought you couldn’t-“ “I couldn’t!” You carefully remove yourself from his lap, his blue eyes stare at the obvious tent in his pants and you do it too, he takes the pillow and covers himself feeling ashamed “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” There’s slight annoyance in his voice “You know what is like trying to jack off soft?” You shake your head “It’s fucking annoying” “But I made you hard isn’t that what you wanted?” He shakes his head “I thought I helped you” you said confused “You could help me if I could kiss you” he says and you look at him shocked “i thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not friends” he says “Are you my boyfriend then?” “What!?” He says shocked “I dunno” you say “L-Look sometimes what you think you know doesn’t necessarily have to do much with reality” you tilt your head to the side “Okay”

You start leaning in and he lens back a little bit, you open your eyes in confusion and quickly closes them when he finally kisses you, his lips are soft, inexperienced just as yours, he moves his lips a little more impatient than yours, he’s uncoordinated, you moan when he grabs your waist roughly with one hand trying to pull you close to him, he’s not gentle, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t know how to… “Sammy… I want to help you” you say breathlessly… he kisses you again and moves him hands to tug on his pants, also his boxers, his cock is freed and slaps against his stomach… “what do I do?” You ask, so much for helping him “Just w-wrap your hand around it” you wrap your hand around his dick too loose for his liking he groans in annoyance due your unintentional teasing.

Sam wraps his hand around yours instructing you to tighten your wrip, and you do, he guides your hand to stroke him faster “Yesyesyes something like that” Sam says and his eyes screw shut “g-give me your hand” he says breathlessly, you do as he says and he spits in your hand “You can go again” you feel the familiar wetness in your panties as you keep jerking him off, the wetness you feel in you aching pussy that can only be relieved when you grind yourself against your plushies rubing nicely against you clit.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Sam say between moans, “Play with my balls c’mon” you cup them gently in your hand not knowing much about what to do with them.. when you start rolling them between your fingers, they feel nice and heavy on your palm fuzzy skin feeling so delicious against your fingers, his heavy cock in your hand is pulsating, you look at him and see his stomach contracting where his shirt rode up… he can’t help but let out pathetic whines “You sound so pretty Sam” you say and his eyes roll back, he moves his hands up to grip your tits and massage them, unexpectedly he grips them too hard and you make a small “ow” sounds make him grip them more gently Sam thinks he’s in heaven… he might be.

“c-cumming cumming!” he pants “ohh f-fuck!” Sam spams, his eyes roll back and his thighs shake, it’s a sight for sore eyes… white ropes of cum paint your hand and your wrist, you keep moving your wrist to help him ride his orgasm, just like when you keep grinding against your plushies after you cum… but Sam is not used to it “w-wait wait!” Sam writes on the bed trying to get away from your touch, “what?” You ask as your wrist keeps moving up and down still at a really fast peace, his head rolls back and you hear a whimper, his toes curl inside his shoes as he kicks his feet desperately… “ah ah ah!” tears start falling from his eyes wetting his eyelashes as he gasps for air “s-stop” you stop instantly when you hear the word and Sam groans tiredly… what the fuck… you gave him the best orgasm of his life… You “Y/N L/N”

Sam curls into himself panting still… you move to your nightstand to grab a wet wipe, you clean your hand and move him on his back… wiping the cum that landed on his stomach and some on his dick, Sam hisses at the contact of the cold wipe on his dick… “Did you- did you like it?” you ask nervously, Sam opens his eyes and puts his softening cock back in his boxers and tugs his pants up. Sam nodds shyly “T-thank you” You unexpectedly hug him falling on top of him, “I’m glad I could help-“

“Y/N!” You hear your mom call from downstairs shes coming upstairs Sam panics a little “Hey Sam!” Your mom greets Sam and he weakly waves at her “What are you guys doing?” “W-We just finished watching a movie” “Oh Okay” finally your mom leaves to her room.

Unexpectedly sam kisses you again, this time is soft and gentle, not rushed but still passionate, “You’re so pretty” he admits “I thought you didn’t like me” you admit “I do” “I thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not!” Sam says and kisses you again.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?

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dividers @i92-93 @sweetparty

[hearts4sammonroe]

“Sleepy mornings”

pairing: sleepy!sam x f!reader

contains: fluff!

a/n: thought of this while scrolling through Pinterest prompts lol

divider credit: @sister-lucifer

Sam Monroe had finally convinced his mom to let you sleepover. Your parents didn’t mind, and it’s not like Sam’s mom didn’t like you, she loved you. She just knew her son and how a teenage boy’s mind worked. But he had finally convinced her to let you sleepover. Rules were implied, of course. Lots of rules.

You had just woken up, and Sam’s arms were wrapped around you tight, softly snoring. The only way Sam convinced his mom for you guys to sleep in the same bed was if the door was open and he slept over the comforter. You smiled at the peaceful look on his face. He didn’t have any makeup on so it made his features look more innocent, even more peaceful.

You traced his eyebrows, the tiny scars on his face, his nose, his cheekbone, his jaw… lightly enough to where he didn’t wake up.

Sam’s mother walked in the open door, smiling warmly at you. “I cooked breakfast if you want some.”

Hell yeah you wanted some. But when you tried to get up, Sam grunted and tugged you back to the bed. “No.” He whines.

“Sam, I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”

“No, let’s go back to sleep.” He protests, eyes still closed.

“Sam, your mom cooked breakfast for everyone. Be nice and come eat.”

“Just one more hour.”

“No.”

“Lay with me. Please.” He groans, finally opening his eyes to give you that soft look that always worked.

“Fine.” You huff, laying back down. You acted like you hated it, but you weren’t complaining. Sam was warm and a big cuddler, even if he denied it, so it was cozy.

“Mmm.” Sam hums contently, peppering your cheeks with a few kisses before nuzzling into his pillow. “I’m so tired it’s not even funny.”

“I’m wide awake.” You say. For now.

You felt wide awake and Sam was already dozing off, so you had nothing to do. Until you spotted the clothing magazines on Sam’s nightstand.

While you opened the magazine, Sam lay his head on your chest and dragged one of your hands to his hair.

You chuckle softly at his actions but play with his hair with one hand and flip through the magazine with the other.

Soon enough you heard Sam’s soft snoring again. You were definitely not wide awake because five minutes later the magazine slipped from your hands and you were snoring too.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE first time in his life is melting.

Flat on his stomach, head buried in your chest, completely undone under your touch.

Your nails? Perfect. They scratch gently through his scalp, down the nape of his neck, and he actually shudders. His back loosened under your other hand, the slow circles making him go boneless.

He doesn’t even care that it’s soft. That it’s all tender and nice and affectionate. He just needs it. Needs your fingers in his hair, needs your palms kneading at his skin, needs -

Thunk.

A tiny body plops onto the couch, followed by the well-too-known giggle

Sam cracked an eye open just in time to see his mother walking away, having just dropped Vinnie right between you both. With that Sam’s perfect little moment is damn ruined. Because you - his amazing, magical, gifted-with-heavenly-hands girlfriend - immediately turns to the baby, like the too-great mother you are.

“Aw, hey, sweetheart,” you cooed, already rubbing at Vinnie’s tiny back.

Vinnie shudders.

Like, full-body shudders. Those fists clenching, eyes rolling back, mouth opening in a breathy little baby sigh as if your touch is literally healing him. But as they say, like father, like son.

Sam on the other hand, watched it in absolute betrayal.

His kid - his own kid - just stole his scalp massages.

"Dude," Sam muttered, voice muffled against your chest, sounding raspy "Seriously?"

But you’re completely gone, and so is ignoring Sam Vinnie. You keep rubbing at the boy's back, nails light and slow, and the baby keeps shuddering, squirming closer, absolutely loving it- as if Sam wasn't shocked about that. As if there was no better thing in the world than mommy's touch

Sam gritted his teeth. Oh, heck no.

So, like a little shit he sometimes is, he forced himself back into your hands. Straight up shoved his head underneath them, fighting for attention. Like clockwork, your fingers instinctively started massaging his scalp again.

Sam sighed victoriously

But then, of course, Vinnie had to whine, collapse right on the other side of your chest, pout like the world hurt him in the worst way

You immediately look down at him. “Sam,” you scolded softly, “don’t hog all the love.”

Sam scowls, because what the hell? Hog all the love? That was his love first. Before that lil guy even became a bigger thought..

But then you giggle, at probably something what Vinnie did, and thankfully your free hand went back to Sam’s hair.

And suddenly?

Suddenly, Sam doesn’t mind sharing you that much.

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[linaskywalker]

Little Mess

Sam Monroe x F! Reader

Summary: Making brownies with Sam.

Words Count: 758

Warning: Mentions of sexual relations and weed

Author's notes: I don't think it was the best thing I've ever written, but I liked the idea, I don't know if I was able to develop it the way I wanted, but that's it.

English is not my first language! I'm sorry if you have any mistakes or a word that doesn't match the context so much.

Feedbacks are welcome! I'd love to know what you thought of this one-shot.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday, watching movies and spending the whole day gaming on the couch, when hunger struck and the craving for something sweet kicked in. Sam and I had the brilliant idea of making brownies.

"3 eggs?"

"Got 'em."

"Sugar?"

"Got it.”

"Chocolate powder?"

"We have that too."

"Then let’s get started. Have you ever made brownies before, Sammy?" I asked the dark-haired guy while pulling the hair tie he usually wore around his wrist, just in case I needed it.

"Only with weed." He replied with a smirk, right after planting a lingering peck on my lips, making me smile sideways and roll my eyes.

"I should’ve figured."

I cracked the eggs while Sam sifted the sugar. I poured the melted butter into a bowl and started mixing the ingredients when Sam hugged me from behind and began planting kisses along my neck.

"We could just add a little bit, couldn’t we?" he whispered in my ear.

"No way. Putting weed in brownies takes all the magic out of the dessert, and you've already smoked today. We could add some white chocolate chips instead, what do you think?"

"I still prefer adding weed. There’s no such thing as too much weed."

I gently pushed him back, stretched to grab the flour and cocoa powder, and poured them into the bowl, stirring carefully. Sam leaned against the counter, arms crossed, with a slight smile on his face.

"What?" I asked. "Is there batter on my face?"

"No, actually, yeah, there is." He said, stepping closer with a mischievous grin.

"Where?" And in one swift move, he grabbed the spoon I was holding and smeared some batter on my nose and lips.

"SAMUEL MONROE!"

"Relax! I’ll clean you up." he whispered, leaning in and wiping my nose with his finger before licking the batter off it. "Hmm, delicious. I’m gonna have to taste more." he moaned softly near my ear as his blue irises stared deeply into mine, sealing our lips in an intense, slow kiss, as if he wanted to taste and express all his feelings, thoughts, and desires.

I felt completely caught up in him, drifting further away from anything that wasn’t just the two of us. The world around us seemed to vanish in moments like that. I ran my hands along the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, while his arms held me tight, his hands gripping my waist in the most delicious way, making me sigh and smile faintly.

When the lack of oxygen became unbearable, we parted for a few seconds to catch our breath. That’s when Sam grabbed behind one of my knees with one hand and lifted the side of my other leg to place me on the counter, fitting himself between my thighs, leaving kisses all over the base of my neck and bringing his lips back to mine, this time more urgent and needy, yet still intense.

If there was one word that could describe him, it was intense.

At the start of our relationship, Sam was going through a rough patch — fights with his family, too many drugs, and everything else. But ever since he got clean and started spending time with his dad again, he’s been changing for the better.

And all of that made me fall even more in love with who he was and who he was becoming.

"Hey, uh, do you two wanna go to the pizzeria?"

"George! I— I’m sorry!" I said, feeling my face burn with embarrassment as I jumped off the counter and pushed Sam back.

"Don’t worry." the older man reassured us with a small smile. "So?"

"No, Dad, we’re good. We’re making brownies." Sam replied.

"Alright then, I’m heading out. See you later!"

"See you later, Dad."

"See you later, Mr. Monroe." I said, still mortified by the whole situation. Once George left, I looked at Sam, who was already staring at me with a different look. His eyes seemed to shine.

"You look beautiful when you’re embarrassed."

"You’re such an idiot."

"I might be an idiot, but I’m your idiot." I walked up to him, gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and turned back toward the counter.

"Okay then, let’s finish this mess."

After putting the batter in the oven, I helped Sam wash the dishes, and we went back to gaming on the couch until the brownies were done.

"They’re delicious, but I still prefer them with weed."

"Oh, go fuck yourself."

"Come with me."

It's small, but I hope you liked it!

MASTERLIST

[madsluvsdilfs]

☆His Favourite Comfort☆

Emo!Best Friend! Sam X Hyperfem!Best Friend! Reader

Words:660

Warnings? Nope, all fluff

Do you ever get that feeling where life is just too much and you just want to scream? Yeah? Well, that's how Sam felt right now. He had just gotten told about his dad practically dying and just wanted to yell at the world. He can't stay in that house, with his dad, no, he won't. So where does he go? Your house. He doesn't bother knocking, he just walks through the front door like he's done so many times before, your house is basically his house with how much he's there. So he walks the familiar path up the stairs and to your bedroom where he pushes the door open.

Immediately sounds of a cd playing and your singing fills the air and he wipes the smudged eyeliner and tears so he doesn't worry you too much. But that all goes out of the window when you stop your singing, drop the makeup brush that you were using to apply eyeshadow and look at him. Oh your eyes, those wide, innocent eyes that seem to see right through his body and into his soul. As soon as your gaze reaches him, he breaks down. Tears stream down his face, broken sobs spring from his chest and his body feels like it's going to collapse at any given moment.

He glances around your room, it always makes him feel sick, the pink walls, pink bedding, the stuffed animals and make up, perfumes and frilly dresses everywhere. But right now? Right now it feels more like him than his actual home ever does. You stand up as soon as you see his tears, you move over to your bed, laying down and opening your arms, ready to comfort your best friend.

You love Sam, you really do, he knows everything about you and you know everything about him so seeing him break down like this, it hurts you too. He lays down with you, hiding his tear-streaked face in the crook of your neck as he continues to sob. He feels some sort of contentment wash over him as he feels your fingers rake through his hair and your nails scratching down his back. You both lay there in silence, his sniffles being the only thing that fills the air but you don't mind that, neither of you do.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as physically possible, nuzzling his nose against your skin, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla and something uniquely you. He loves it, your scent intoxicates him every time and he's not complaining. It doesn't take him long to relax, his sobs finally dying in his throat and with a horse voice he tells you everything about what happened and you feel your own tears start to form. You listen to him like he normally does for you and he gets this overwhelming feeling. One he's never experienced before.

Is this…a crush? No, no way, he doesn't believe it, there is no way he has a crush on his stupid girly best friend. Not her stupid, bright skirts, or her obnoxious sparkly makeup, or her soft, pillowy lips, or the soft swell of her…No! No! He mentally scolds himself before pulling his head out from your shoulder to look up at you and his heart feels like it is actually melting.

And before he can actually think it through, his lips are on yours. It feels like he's actually in heaven. Your lips fit perfectly against his, and his hand raises to cup his cheek, your skin feels soft and smooth under his finger tips, you feel just like a cloud. When both of you run out of oxygen, he pulls away, breath heavy against your chin. He takes a minute, his eyes running all over his face before he mutters three words you never would've expected to hear from the emo, junkie who you call your best friend. 

‘I love you’

2 posts in 1 day? Who would've thought that was possible? Also, thank you for so much support on my first fic, I love you all! Sorry in advance if someone has already done something like this or if its not the best, this is my only draft that I wrote in like 30 minutes (its barely proof-read)…and I haven't seen the film all of the way through (I'm a fake fan I know I just love soft Sam so much). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this little drabble and again feel free to leave comments/ advice so I can get better. Enjoy, lovelies! xx

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