(Sam dickinson I’m putting you on the tumblr map trust) Toffoli reader !
You try really, really hard not to fall asleep during movie nights with Sam, Cat, Ty, and Misa, you’ll shift positions to keep yourself awake. Fluttering from laying your legs in Sam’s lap, to your head on his shoulder. To now. Your head pressed against his thigh, his hands gently rubbing at your scalp, nails scratching and soothing just the right way.
Rain patters against the windows and walls as some movie you know Cat picked plays out on the background. Right now you only care about how Sam’s rubbing the nape of your neck, his other hand circling on your lower back. Exhaustion creeps into your bones, “you sleepin?” He whispers quietly, you sigh softly, murmuring something about how if he keeps playing with your hair you will be
“Is she out?” Tyler peeks over, cats still focused on the movie. Bowl of popcorn in her lap; head turning so quickly to see you sprawled out on the length of the L shaped couch.
Sam looks over, his legs crossed. Hand still rubbing your back, “yeah. I’ll take her to bed once the movies over”
Tyler nods, sitting back to stretch his arm over his wife. You shift slightly, hand reaching up, resting against Sam’s thigh as you make yourself somehow even more comfortable. Sam’s hoodie keeps you warm, as well as his body heat. You don’t wake up when the movie ends. You stay fully asleep, even as Sam awkwardly shifts to cradle you in his arms. Rising slowly as Tyler eyes him down, “just gonna take her upstairs” Tyler confirms as Sam nods.
It’s still pouring outside when Sam gently drops you into your bed; soft cotton sheets, silk pillowcases. He moves silently to close your window, but you wake when it thuds. Blinking slowly as you take in your surroundings, “I told you I’d fall asleep” you murmur as Sam makes his way back to you. Crawling atop of you, pushing your tangled hair out of your face.
“Yeah, I like having you asleep next to me” He kisses you on the lips, fast. Like Tyler might barge in and skin him alive if he finds Sam kissing his littlest sister. You lean back into his touch, peppering gentle kisses against his lips. They’re soft, not rushed, you open your mouth when he licks at your bottom lip.
You hum contently as he slots his knee between your thighs, hand by your shoulders to help balance him, “miss you all the time” you admit, “you don’t wanna stay the night?”
Sam huffs. Because he does want to spend the night. He wants to spend it with you more than anything in the world. Hell- he’d give up a playoff spot just to be able to wake up next to you, “but ty”
You sigh, “then just.. stay till I fall asleep?” You ask, slipping out from under him and then crawling under the duvet, you hold it open for him, “please?”
Sam sighs, because it’s not criminal. He’s allowed to comfort you to sleep, he finds himself slinking under the covers with you. Letting his body soften into the soft mattress, tension leaving him as you curl around him. His hand splayed between your shoulder blades as you toss your leg over him
Sam thinks he has more resolve than he actually does, because he wakes up next to you. You’re sprawled out on the bed, Sam’s hand has somehow found your ass (not surprising) his leg is between yours. He might get chirped for the rest of his life for it, but he’d give up a million Stanley cups for this.
BONUS
Cats grinning when she asks the question on the podcast, “so- to the listeners who don’t know- Sam is dating Tyler’s littlest sister who’s living with us in the bay. Y/n, and we do a movie night, Sam comes over and she falls asleep and he brings her to bed”
Sam’s face drops, because he knows where this is going, but cat continues, “and they’d been up there for like an hour so Tyler and I get nosy- so we peek in and they’re asleep! Together!” She squeaks from excitement, “y/n’s like laying ontop of him and Sam’s got her in this giant bear hug it was so cute”
Sam blushes at the memory, “um.. yeah. I felt really bad because Tyler was not happy the next morning but” He looks down at his hands, “totally worth it”
Cat grins, “they are absolutely the cutest y/n’s always sleeping; especially when it’s rainy like it has been in San Jose recently. Very napping couple”
Misa jumps in, “ok what the listeners don’t understand is that y/n will text sam- while we’re under the same roof and begggg him to come nap with her and he doesn’t even think about it he just abandons me!” He exclaims, “like we’re in the middle of a COD mission- and his phone pings. He pauses the game. Reads the text and doesn’t even say anything just gets up and leaves”
Sam smiles softly, “I mean when your girl calls saying she wants to nap with her boyfriend, duty calls”
Cats giggling, “should you tell the best part of should I?”
Micheal continues, “and I come out like ten minutes later and guess who’s on the couch! Y/n and Dicky. And they’re both just asleep, it’s insane”
Sam holds up his phone proudly, “yeah, and cat got the cutest picture”
It flicks on, a photo of you and Sam. Just your upper half, head on Sam’s chest. Eyes closed, hand covering his heart. Sam’s chin rests on your head. His hands wrapped around you again, “it is probably my best work, very Peter kavinsky and Lara Jean”
sam’s shirt is always off when they cuddle so you can touch his muscles
and couch cuddles are undefeated cause it’s so comfy and neither of you care about pda
OH, THERES A RIVER THAT WINDS ON FOREVER
IM GONNA SEE WHERE IT LEADS
It’s very rarely that you get to have Sam underneath you on the couch, it’s summer in the bay. Warm and sickly kind of sweet summer. The kind that has you wearing a tank top and shorts as you lay on Sam. He’s shirtless; your skin stuck together
Cats cooking something by the stove, your face is pressed against Sam’s chest as you sink into a stage of sleep and comfort movie playing.
You never really care about PDA; maybe it’s young love. Maybe because physical touch is your deepest love. Sam’s hand is gripped between your ass; occasionally kneading at the dough of your behind.
You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cock your leg, “gonna miss you” you whisper, “you can’t just stay here forever?”
Sam groans softly, “y’know I wish I could”
You press a playful lick at his collarbone, “you should.. we have room… you can stay in my room” you smile, “and we’ll do nothing but watch movies, and kiss, and cuddle”
Sam chuckles, sliding a hand under your tank top, rubbing the soft lines of your back, “I’ll be back for a few weeks every month y’know” he comforts, gingerly kissing your forehead. You still sigh dramatically, “and I’ll come visit you, and call you”
“I know, it’s just easier when you’re here” you complain, “I miss my boyfriend, I miss swimming with you”
You lean up slightly, digging your elbows into his chest, “you know you miss me too” you grin, poking a finger into his chest, “especially when I wear that black bikini”
Sam shoots up from under you, knocking you backwards, “you can’t mention stuff like that around me!” He groans, “you’re gonna kill me!”
idea for either misa, dickie or minty? Reader runs into them after not looking where she’s going and collides with them, lots of sass back and forth, but then it happens again like two or three times until he asks for her number?
OH, ONE NIGHT I WAS BORED IN BED
AND STALKED YOU ON THE INTERNET
Toff! Reader
You run into Sam dickinson a handful of times during your first weeks in the bay, freshly moved. A little out of sorts at the new environment.
Sam dickinson doesn’t exactly know who you are; sure he knows Tyler’s sister. Knew somehow that you’d moved here for college.
You’re looking down at your phone, scarf bunched up to cover the lower half of your face. Even though it’s not that cold out, but it is pouring down rain. He doesn’t mean to check you with his shoulder. But you stumble back, eyes wide as Sam reaches out to catch you. Grabbing you by your wrists, “shoot im so sorry” You apologize, stepping back to balance yourself.
“You really shouldn’t have your head in your phone all the time” Sam says; he doesn’t mean for it to come out rude- but it does anyways
“I was just texting my brother” you groan, “you checked into me! Couldn’t have gone around?” You point at the empty hallway, “empty?”
That’s only the first time you bump into him, the second time you’re walking backwards. Facing Cat as she guides you to the parking lot, “I mean yeah I’ve seen ty play but this was just a totally different level!” You exclaim, “thank you”
Because; you’re obviously not looking where you’re going. You slam back first into Sam. He knocks the air out of your lungs, his hand balancing against your hip to keep you upright, “you know- most people walk. Uh. The normal way?” Sam speaks out, he doesn’t exactly recognize you. But the tuffs of curly hair make your face familiar.
You roll your eyes, “once again. Empty hall way” you point around
“Oh hi Sam!” Cat grins, “this is y/n, Toffs sister- she’s here for college. You guys have met before yeah?”
“Um. In passing” you grumble, “nice to meet you”
You shake his hand; trying to bypass the blush that creeps at your cheeks, “guess I’ll see you at Christmas dinner?” He asks
“Oh. Yeah. Uh huh”
You do see him at Christmas dinner, tipsy on champagne. You’re stumbling slightly as you try and make your way to the couch; wanting more than anything to just lay down and sleep. Sam intercepts you. Again. You crash into him, head smacking against his shoulder as you stumble backwards, “y’know I’m starting to think you just have it out for me” he laughs, “you want my number or something?”
You roll your eyes at the attitude in his statement, “I think you want my number” you snap back, “you keep running into me”
Sam exhales, reaching into his back pocket, “y’know- yeah. I do want your number”
okay im gonna need you to write some more dickie smut cuz that was so good
SOME PART OF ME MUST’VE DIED
THE FIRST TIME THAT YOU CALLED ME BABY
MDNI SMUT +18, virginity loss
You don’t expect to lose your virginity that night. Because; who plans things like that? You just wanted to hangout with your boyfriend. Drove through a rainstorm to appear at his apartment, smacking your shoes off and smiling sweetly as you lay eyes on Sam.
A movie already paused at the beginning; he’s in his hoodie and sweatpants. Those stupid smiley face socks on that have you grinning, “just us?” You ask, following him to the couch. Where you plop down, legs crossed and arms folded against yourself. Sam nods, sliding against you. Arm around your shoulders; gently rubbing at your arm as you lean into him
“Yeah. There’s popcorn, was thinking we could order something later if you wanted to stay the night”
You bite your lip, letting the movie open infront of your eyes, “twilight?” You ask, legs now stretched over his in your own version of a human pretzel.
“Oh yeah babe. Cold, rainy fall day? That calls for twilight” he nods
You get halfway through the movie before his touches get less casual, his hand grazes against your cunt; thumbing at where you want to be touched through your leggings. You bite your lip; legs slowly falling apart. This is usually as far as you get before you decide to stop. Opting to just make out instead.
He stays like that, warm hand gripping the inside of your thigh, knuckle occasionally rubbing against your slit, “Mnh- Sam” you murmur; grabbing his hand.
“Yeah? Want me to stop?” He asks, pulling his hand away from you
“No. I want to go.. upstairs” you admit, slipping your legs away from him, “if that’s ok with you?”
Sam looks over at you, because yes it’s ok with him. Because the past six months have been amazing and you’re all he wants all the time, “yeah” he follows you upstairs after he pauses the movie.
You stand in his bedroom, backlighting illuminating you, he watches with soft eyes as you pull your hoodie off. You’re just wearing a bra, no flimsy tank top or tube top. No t-shirt that slides down your shoulder. Just a soft navy blue lace bra. Sam stands there; watching you, as your hands roll down your leggings, kicking off your bright pink fuzzy socks off with the black leggings.
You’re standing there now, in a blue lace bra and blue thong because maybe you did plan it. Just in case it happened; just incase it did you shaved yourself bare. Just incase, “Sam?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest as he soaks you in. The way your stomach tenses when he drops his eyes down; down at how your thighs are clenched together, “do you. Um. Fuck how do I say it sexy?” You laugh a little; it’s tense.
Sam laughs too, because you’ve never been prettier. As he walks towards you, hands out stretched as they greet the plush of your hips, “you are sexy, nothing changes about that for me”
You smile as he kisses you; taking his hands through your hair to open your mouth up to him. Humming softly as he turns you; you fumble backwards as the back of your knees hit the bed. Smiling as Sam takes his hoodie off in a swift movement, you lean back on your elbows. Gasping softly when he hooks your legs around his shoulders and sinks to the floor, you lean up even more, “what are- Sam” you gasp
“Never had a guy.. go down in you?” He asks; sitting back.
You shake your head, “no… um.. you’re like my first boyfriend”
Sam exhales, “but you’ve like.. touched yourself before”
You scoff, “yeah. I’m eighteen, just. Never done anything with anyone else before”
“Do you want me to?”
You mull the idea over, “um. I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it”
Sam shakes his head, already going back between your thighs. Slowly mouthing against your cunt as he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of your panties and pulls them down, leaning back only to toss them onto the floor, “fuck, you’re so pretty” he murmurs; mostly to himself. Greedily licking and sucking at your clit, “tell me what feels good”
You close your eyes; the stimulation overbearing as you clench your thighs together. Inhaling sharply as he licks you open, “Mnh- Sam. Sam im close” you murmur, back arching off the bed as you wrap your legs tighter around his head.
He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, watching as you hips rock and roll against his face. He pulls away, spit and slick stuck to his mouth and lips, “do you want. Want to have sex?” He asks, hands rubbing against your upper thighs as you pant. You still nod. Watching as he stands before you in just his boxers
“Can you just. Be slow?” You ask, sitting up and unclasping your bra.
“Of course baby” he comforts, and when he looks down on you. In the soft lighting from his lamp, rain still pouring outside, you look like heaven. Stomach rolled slightly as you lean up. Nipples peaked against the cold; chest rising and falling as you breathe, “go as slow as you need me too”
You lean back; hair fluttered against the pillows as Sam’s body covers yours, his boxers long discarded on the floor, “condom- I need a condom” you murmur as he reaches into the drawer. Ripping the cap off with his teeth and slowly rolling it onto his length.
“I know baby” he breathes, leaning over you again as his hand guides his cock against your folds, “good?” He asks; and you nod, exhaling as he pushes into you.
You whimper at the stretch; much bigger than your own fingers, “Sam- Sam” you whisper clutching onto his bicep in support, eyes closing as he bottoms out in you.
“I know; you feel so good for me baby” He comforts, lowering his hand to thumb at your clit
“Mnh- too much” you whisper, “too much”
“Good or bad?” Sam asks.
“Bad”
He pulls his hand away, “can I move?” He asks, palm resting against your hip. Rubbing at the dip where your hip meets leg.
You nod, lifting a leg slightly as he thrusts. Slow- still letting you accommodate to his size. The feeling of him inside you. It’s quiet. The sounds of skin on skin; the patter of rain against the window. Sam has you whining and whimpering against him, already clenching around him. Walls fluttering as you broach your own orgasm.
Sam follows close behind, hips snapping quickly as he comes inside you. Blocked out by the condom
You pant, hips rolling as you finish against him. Stomach quivering and legs aching, as he pulls out, “I’m going to get rid of this and then I’ll be back ok? Just get comfortable”
You do as you’re told, sinking into the duvet covers; eyes flicking open as Sam comes back. Taking a warm cloth to your legs and thighs, murmuring soft praises against your skin as you huff, “did so good for me” he smiles; dropping the cloth in a laundry basket before meeting you back in bed.
You’re still naked, tangled in his arms as you breathe in and out. Soaking in his scent; the woodsy smell of his soap. The faint sheen of sweat against his collarbone, “thank you” you mumble softly, eyes closing against his chest
“For what?”
You look back up at him, “for being amazing, and going slow on me for my first time”
Sam caresses your cheek, “of course baby, don’t you want to put clothes on?”
You pout, “Mnh. I don’t wanna get up, just.. stay like this.. and then we can shower and watch the movie.. just stay here..” you exhale. Letting Sam wrap his arms around you; holding you tight against him.
Sam hearing toff!reader saying his name in her sleep??
IM DAMNED TO LOVING YOU
TWO PALM TREES IN THE SAND
It wakes him slowly, usually he sleeps like a brick and so do you. Tonight is different. Tonight you smack a hand over his face.
The stinging makes him open his eyes, makes him listen fully, “no. No mister potato man. You can’t take Sam” you murmur, head shifting from side to side, “no I love him- you can’t take him”
Sam shifts over, looking at you. Your brows are furrowed, “Mnh- no he doesn’t like blondes” you kick a leg out, it hits Sam in the shin, “no mister potato head. My stature of Sam won’t blow up”
He can’t help but smile to himself. It’s amusing. You. Sleep talking, you hiccup slightly, “no mister potato man… I love him. Don’t keep him.. he needs me” you toss again. The warm feeling in his heart lessens the more you whimper. He shifts your shoulders.
You gasp, “Sam? Sam?” You repeat, blinking around in the darkness, a hand reaching towards his chest. Hands brushing against the sprinkles of chest hair.
“Hey baby” he murmurs, “you were sleep talking”
You scoot in closer to him, “oh. Yeah. I was having a weird dream”
Sam smiles to himself, pulling you closer into his grip. Biceps flexing around you
