Don't request: m/m, three*some, any weird thing, gore, ab*sive behaviors, age difference, anything related to animals, cheating, necro*philia, mommy or daddy k*nk, blood related anything
I don't write anything pedophilic like teen Sam or any incest at all!!
I only write x reader but I have an OC "Ariel from The Halo's Shadow"
Hugs for Alex!! Continuation of previous pic 😋 I can imagine Sammy is a friendly guy so he likes hugs; Haley is his friend so she’s definitely in by default; and Penny had to build up her courage first bcus yolo. I did grayscale painting for this one and honestly I like the gs version more than colored... hbu? #alexstardewvalley #alex #samstardewvalley #sam #haley #penny #valuepainting #grayscalepainting #procreate #hugs #wholesome #mondoart #stardewvalley https://www.instagram.com/p/CBEELqelNUT/?igshid=145el2orwfur6
The woods were supposed to be a memory but in the dark, they still have eyes. When a recurring nightmare of charcoal trees and hollow voices threatens to pull you back into the ash of the past, Sam is there to anchor you. He's not just the man with blood on his hands, he is the only sanctuary you have left. He’s determined to replace the taste of blood in your mouth with the taste of him, a slow agonizingly thorough reclamation and hours of desperate friction where the only way to forget the past is to lose yourself completely in the man who killed to keep you.
Read it on AO3 | Sam x Female Reader
Tags: Sm*t, Nightmares, Oral S*x, Crying, Yandere Sam, Top Sam, Dom Sam, Multiple Orgasms, Comfort S*x, Kissing, Aftercare, Gentle S*x, Referenced Character De/ath
Word count: 9.9k
The forest in your mind was painted in shades of charcoal and ash, it was the same woods where Clint’s car had been found, only in the dream the trees had eyes and the wind carried the sound of a shovel hitting wet earth.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You were running, your feet bare and bleeding against the jagged rocks, the cold air burning your lungs, you weren't running from the police you were running toward the spot where you knew Sam was.
You had to warn him.
You could see the flickering blue and red lights through the thicket of trees, a silent rhythmic pulse of authority closing in.
"Sam!" You tried to scream but the sound died in your throat replaced by the metallic taste of blood.
Suddenly you weren't in the woods anymore, you were back on the velvet couch and Clint was sitting across from you, he looked exactly the same as the last day you saw him, arrogant and smug except for the dark wet ring around his neck and the way his eyes were missing replaced by hollow black voids.
"He didn’t do a good enough job," Clint’s voice whispered, not from his mouth but from the air around you. "They found the dirt under his fingernails, they’re coming to take him angel, and when they do who’s going to keep you safe?"
The front door kicked open with a violent crash, you saw the silhouettes of men in heavy gear, their flashlights blinding you, you turned to find Sam but the space beside you was empty.
There was only a pool of dark thick blood where he should have been.
"No!" You wailed, the sound finally breaking through the paralysis of the dream. "Sam! No! Don't take him! Please!"
Your eyes snapped open to total darkness, your body jerking so violently you nearly fell off the mattress, you were tangling in the duvet, your skin slick with a cold sickly sweat.
The room was spinning, the shadows in the corner of the bedroom morphing into the shapes of the men from your dream, your heart was slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird and every breath you took felt like it was being filtered through a thick layer of soot.
"Shhhh! Shhh! Angel! I’m here! I’ve got you baby!"
The bed groaned as a heavy weight shifted toward you, before you could even register the movement two large warm hands were anchoring your shoulders.
Sam pulled you toward him, his strength undeniable even in his half asleep state.
You let out a jagged broken sob, your fingers clawing at the skin of his bare arms as if you were trying to verify he wasn't made of smoke, you were shaking so hard your teeth were literally chattering, the terror of the dream still screaming in your ears.
"Sammy," you choked out, your voice a ruined airy whisper. "They... they were there... the woods... Clint!... He told me they knew... he told me they were taking you away."
Sam didn't say anything at first, he simply hauled you onto his lap, his long legs tangling with yours as he sat back against the headboard, he pulled your head into the crook of his neck, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull forcing your face into the warmth of his skin.
He smelled like his cedar soap and the lingering muskier scent of sleep, a grounded solid reality that started to fight back the ghosts of the nightmare.
"It was just a dream baby," he murmured, his voice a low gravelly vibration that you could feel deep in your own chest. "Look at me, look at where we are, we're home baby don't you worry."
He pulled back just enough to make you look at him, the moonlight was filtering through the curtains casting sharp cinematic shadows across his face, he looked like a man made of stone, steady, unyielding and completely unafraid.
He took your trembling hands and pressed them flat against his bare chest right over his heart. "Feel that?" He rasped, his eyes Dilated and dark searching yours with a terrifyingly focused devotion. "I'm real baby, I'm alive and I’m right here in this bed with you, exactly where I belong, I'm not in a cell or in the ground I'm right here."
"But the car... and the note..." You sobbed, fresh tears spilling over and hitting his thumbs as he brushed them away. "What if you missed something Sammy? What if they find a hair or a fingerprint? I can’t lose you... I can’t go back to the world without you in it... I'd rather be dead with you than alive without you."
A dark slow smirk pulled at the corners of Sam’s mouth, the look of a predator who had just been told he was loved by his prey, he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and steady, he began to rub soothing heavy circles into your lower back, his touch lingering on the base of your spine.
"You really are my little accomplice aren't you?" He whispered, his voice thick with a mix of pride and possessive hunger. "Listen to me angel, I spent years planning how to keep you mine, you think I’d be careless enough to let some small town cops take me away from you? I scrubbed every inch of that car, I wrote that note in his own handwriting style, the world thinks Clint couldn't handle his own failures, they aren't looking for a killer because there is no crime in their eyes, only a tragedy."
He trailed his lips down your jaw, his stubble grazing your sensitized skin. "I’m not a ghost and I’m not a memory... I am the man who would burn the entire town to the ground before I let a single hand touch you, you’re safe, I’m safe, we're are the only two people in the world who know the truth and that makes us untouchable."
The frantic rhythm of your heart was finally starting to slow following the lead of his, the safety he provided was a dark heavy thing, a shelter built out of violence but it was the only shelter you wanted.
"You're shaking less," he noted, his voice dropping into that low melodic register he used when he was worshipping you. "Do you believe me now? Do you feel how real I am?"
"I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning your forehead back against his shoulder finally letting the last of the adrenaline drain out of you. "I just... the thought of the door opening and you not being there... it’s the only thing that scares me."
Sam gripped your chin tilting your face up so you had to meet his gaze, his eyes were burning with a lethal sort of love. "The door only opens when I want it to baby and I’m never leaving, I’ve spilled blood to make sure this bed stays exactly like this, we're alive and we're together that is the only reality that matters."
He leaned down pressing a long lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm. "I'll always keep you safe baby, I'm gonna make sure that when you close your eyes again, the only thing you can see, hear or feel is me, no Clint, no police... just Sam."
You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry from the tears but the terror was gone replaced by a heavy pulsing need to be consumed by his presence, you reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his throat feeling the strong steady pulse there.
"Prove it then," you breathed, a tiny, daring spark returning to your eyes. "Don't let me think about anything else... just you."
Sam let out a low guttural growl of approval, his hands tightening on your waist. "That's my good girl... that's my perfect little angel, I'm going to take such good care of you baby.”
He reached out, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip pulling it down just enough to see the pink of your inner lip. "You’re still so pale," he murmured, his voice a low melodic vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of your bones. "I think I have to do something to bring the color back to your skin."
He leaned in but he didn't go for your mouth immediately, instead he pressed a slow lingering kiss to the corner of your jaw then another to the sensitive dip beneath your ear, his breath was hot, a stark contrast to the ghost chill that had lingered from your nightmare.
You let out a shaky broken sigh, your head falling back against his shoulder as your fingers tangled into the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
"Sammy... please." You whispered the word like a desperate prayer.
"I’ve got you angel… I’m right here," he promised against your skin.
He finally moved his mouth to yours but it wasn't the violent collision of the previous night, this was a slow, deep and agonizingly thorough reclamation, his lips were soft yet firm pressing into yours with a steady pressure that demanded you open for him.
When you did, his tongue swept inside with a rhythmic possessive ease tasting of your tears and the heat of his own devotion, it was a long wet glide that felt like it was rewriting your nervous system erasing the images of the woods and replacing them with the taste of him.
You couldn't stop kissing him, every time he pulled back even a fraction of an inch to catch a breath you followed him, your mouth searching for his with a greedy frantic need.
You needed to feel the slick hot friction of his tongue against yours to know he was alive, to know he was solid.
"Stay with me," he murmured into the kiss, his hands sliding down from your face to the hem of the black shirt you were wearing. "Keep your eyes on me baby, don't look at the shadows… just look at me."
His hands were large and warm as they slid under the fabric, his palms grazing the skin of your ribs.
You shivered, a high thin sound escaping your throat as his thumbs traced the curve of your breasts, the contact was electric, a grounding wire that pulled you out of your head and entirely into your body.
"You're so soft," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I spent so many nights wondering if I would ever get to touch you like this without a secret standing between us and now… there is no secrets, it’s just us.”
He began to lift the shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, he stopped when the fabric was gathered at your armpits, his eyes raking over your chest with a dark shimmering intensity.
"You look so beautiful in my clothes," he rasped, his hand coming up to cup your breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it peaked into a hard sensitive bud. "Knowing you’re wearing my scent while I’m touching you... it makes me feel like I’ve finally won… like the world can scream all it wants but you’re tucked away where no one can ever find you."
He leaned down peppering your collarbones with kisses, his lips moving in a frantic worshipping path back to your mouth, the kisses turned deeper and more desperate, your tongues tangling in a slick rhythmic dance.
You clutched at his biceps feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin, the strength that had done what was necessary to keep you safe.
"Do you like how I touch you angel?" He asked, his voice a filthy low hum against your lips. "Tell me... I need to hear your voice."
"I love it," you sobbed into the kiss, your hips giving a small involuntary twitch against his lap. "I love your hands on me, I love knowing they’re mine… only mine."
"They are," he vowed, finally pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it into the shadows. "Everything I am belongs to you, every drop of blood in my veins, every thought in my head... it’s all yours."
He lowered you back onto the pillows but he didn't follow you down immediately, he stayed braced over you, his hair falling over his forehead in dark messy loops, he looked down at you with a gaze that was so heavy with love it felt like a physical weight.
"I'm gonna take this so slow," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach, his fingers splaying over your hip bones. "I wanna feel every tremor, I wanna hear every hitch in your breath… I want to be the only thing you remember when you wake up in the morning."
He reached for the hem of your underwear, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You let out a sharp jagged moan, your legs falling open in a silent invitation, your fear was replaced by a desperate need to feel his hands on you.
Sam let out a low guttural growl of approval, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly and gently stripped the last barrier away.
When you were completely exposed to him in the moonlight he didn't move, he just looked, he looked at the marks he had left on your neck, the way your chest heaved with every panicked needy breath and the way your thighs were trembling.
"My perfect loyal angel," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down, his mouth catching yours again in a long soul searing kiss that felt like a promise, he began to stroke your hair away from your face, his touch so light it was almost a ghost of a sensation.
"You're not scared anymore yeah?" He asked, pulling back just enough to see into your eyes.
"No," you breathed, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm not scared when you're touching me, I'm only scared when you're not."
Sam’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated devotion breaking through his predatory calm, be leaned down and kissed your eyelids then the tip of your nose before settling back onto your lips with a renewed heavy hunger.
"Then I'll never stop," he promised, his hand sliding between your thighs, his fingers ghosting where you desperately needed him to touch. "I'll keep my hand on you until your mind is so full of me that there's no room for fear, I'll make you so wet and so ruined for anyone else that you'll forget there was ever a world outside this room."
Sam’s mouth didn't just meet yours it devoured you, his tongue sweeping against your own in a slick heavy rhythm that left you both gasping, he was gentle with his strength but his intent was filthy, his hands roaming over your bare skin as if he was trying to memorize every curve with his palms.
"You’re so responsive for me," he groaned into your lips, his voice vibrating through your whole body. "Every time I touch you I feel like you're melting, I love how much you want me."
He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your throat again, his stubble a sharp electric contrast to the softness of your skin, he began to trail wet open mouthed kisses along the slope of your shoulder.
"I'm gonna get you so messy," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with pupils so blown out they were just voids of obsidian. "I wanna see you dripping, I wanna feel how much you've been thinking about me while you were sleeping."
"Please Sammy... don't be mean,”you panted against his neck, your teeth grazing his skin needing to leave your own mark on him. "I love you… I need you to touch me.”
"I love you more baby," he rasped, his voice a ruined thread of sound. "I love you enough to kill... I love you enough to stay... and I'm gonna show you exactly what that means."
Sam didn't allow the silence back into the room, every time your lips parted he was there to catch your breath, his mouth hot and demanding.
You were kissing him back just as hard, your fingers digging into his neck needing to feel the solid heavy reality of him.
"I'm gonna taste every single inch of you," he rasped, his voice rough as he pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark and blown out. "I wanna make sure I haven't missed a spot… I want my mark on everything."
He started with your neck, his tongue dragging slowly over the pulse point he had been squeezing the night before, he moved to your shoulder nipping at the skin just hard enough to make you gasp then trailed a path of wet heavy kisses down the center of your chest.
You were squirming under him, your hips already lifting off the mattress but Sam noticed, he shifted his weight sliding one of his thick heavy legs between yours.
The moment your heat met the rough fabric of his sweatpants you let out a broken moan, your legs locking around his thigh as you began to grind against him, a desperate rhythmic friction that made Sam let out a low guttural growl.
"That’s it angel," he muttered against your skin. “Use me as you want baby… I'm all yours.”
He moved lower, his mouth finally finding your breast but he didn't just kiss it, he swirled his tongue around the nipple lashing the sensitive peak until it was a hard aching point.
"Do you like it when I do this baby? Do you like how I’m taking care of you and touching you like that?"
"Yes... god!… Yes Sam," you sobbed, your hands tangling in his hair pulling him closer. "Please… ahh!~... don't stop… it feels so good."
He took the entire length of your nipple into his mouth sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly against the tip while his hand reached up to knead the other breast.
The dual sensation was almost too much, you were arching your back, your breath coming in short panicked gasps as you kept rubbing your cunt against his leg.
"You’re so sensitive tonight," he whispered, looking up at you with a wicked possessive smirk. "Is it because you’re happy I'm still here? Because you know I’m the only one who gets to do this to you?"
"Yes… it’s because it’s you," you panted, your vision blurring. "I only want you… hahh~... I love how you taste… I love… how you look at me."
Sam let out a satisfied sound and pulled back to capture your lips in another deep messy kiss, he tasted like you, his tongue searching yours with a hungry wet movement.
"You’re my perfect little girl," he praised against your mouth. "So loyal… so brave for me."
He broke the kiss and started to move down again, his lips grazing your stomach, his breath hot against your navel but he didn't stop at your hips, he slid off the bed entirely kneeling on the floor between your spread legs.
He grabbed your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he pulled you right to the edge of the mattress exposing you completely to the moonlight and his hungry gaze.
He started with your thighs, his mouth pressing firm lingering kisses to the soft skin of your inner legs. "Look at this body," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low gravelly vibration. "All marked up from me… do you like seeing my fingerprints on you angel? Do you like knowing I was the last thing you felt?"
"I love it Sammy," you whispered, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched him from between your lashes. "I want everyone to know I belong to you... I wanna feel you everywhere."
"They know," he corrected, his eyes flashing with a dark, secret intensity. "But no one knows anything about our little crime but us and that’s the best part, it’s our little secret isn't it? How much you love a killer."
He moved closer, his face now inches from your heat but didn't go straight for it, instead he used his fingers, his long slender digits reaching out to gently spread your folds.
He watched you intently, his eyes tracking every flinch and every twitch of your muscles, he began to stroke you with his index finger, a slow light friction that made your breath hitch.
"You're so wet baby," he noted, a smudge of pride in his voice. "Look at how you're dripping for me just because I’m looking at you."
"Sam... please," you begged, your fingers clutching the bedsheets. "I need... I need your tongue… please honey."
"Ask me properly," he teased, his finger circling your clit but never quite putting enough pressure on it. “Tell me exactly what do you want me to do."
"Please Sam... please do it… I wanna feel you inside me… I want you to make me cum."
He didn't need to be told twice, he leaned in, his tongue making a long slow swipe from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit.
You let out a high pitched scream, your hips bucking as you tried to force the connection.
He was hungry, his mouth moving with a frantic energy but there was a deep underlying gentleness to it that made you want to cry.
He slipped his tongue inside you, a deep thick intrusion that made your internal muscles clamp down in a frantic welcome, he was mimicking the rhythm of his cock pushing in and pulling out while his thumbs held you open wide.
"You taste so sweet angel," he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled. "I could stay down here all night… I could live off the taste of you."
He moved his focus to your clit, his tongue flattening out and rubbing hard against the sensitive bud, he wasn't just licking, he was sucking and pulling the nub into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it with a relentless vibrating pressure.
The feeling was devastating, you were holding onto his hair, your knuckles white and your body racking with the first tremors of an approaching peak.
"Sam! Oh god… Sammy! Right there... ah-ha!~... don't stop!"
"I've got you baby… just let it happen," he whispered, his tongue never slowing down as he increased the pressure, his fingers sliding into you at the same time, two of them curling inside to find your sweet spot while his mouth continued its assault on your clit.
The dual friction was the breaking point, your vision fractured into white light, your breath leaving you in a long broken wail as your first climax hit, you were pulsing around his fingers, your body shaking so hard the bed creaked.
Sam didn't pull away, he stayed right there, his tongue continuing to lap at you and swallowing every drop of your release, his eyes looking up to watch the way your face shattered.
"That's it, my perfect girl," he rasped, his voice full of a dark, worshipping pride. "Cum for me… give it all to your man... I’ve got you… I’m never letting go."
Sam didn't pull back even as your body continued to shudder with the aftershocks, he stayed buried between your thighs, his tongue moving in broad hungry laps that caught every bit of the slickness coating your skin.
"Look at you," he mumbled against your wet skin, his voice muffled and thick. "Look at how much you gave me… you're soaking wet for me angel… you're so good for me."
He licked a slow teasing path from your opening all the way back up to your clit swirling his tongue around the swollen nub with a pressure that made your toes curl.
You were so sensitive that the touch almost hurt but it was a delicious heavy kind of ache, your fingers were still buried in his hair tugging weakly as you tried to find your breath.
"Sammy... h-hah~... stop… I'm… I'm too sensitive," you gasped, a tired airy laugh bubbling up from your chest, it was a sound of pure relief, the weight of the nightmare finally fully replaced by the weight of him. "Come here please… come back up here."
Sam let out a low satisfied hum against your inner thigh before he finally started to move, he worshiped his way up to your lips, his face pressing into the soft skin of your belly kissing the center of your stomach before moving up to the dip between your ribs, he peppered your chest with frantic small kisses, his stubble grazing your skin until he reached your neck.
By the time he reached your lips you were reaching for him pulling his head down to meet yours, the kiss was messy and deep tasting of salt and the metallic tang of his earlier hunger, it was a long connection that felt like a seal on the promise he had made earlier, that he was real and he was yours.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still dark with that terrifyingly focused devotion, he shifted his weight hovering over you and his hand slid back down beneath the duvet.
"You think I'm done?" He whispered, his breath hot against your mouth. "I told you I was gonna take this slow… I wanna feel every single twitch you have left."
He reached down, his fingers finding you again, you were already so swollen and sensitive that the mere brush of his knuckles against your thigh made you flinch.
Sam’s expression softened into something almost dangerously tender, he began to stroke you with one finger, just a slow dragging motion that followed the line of your folds.
"Sammy... please, I'm so sensitive," you whispered, your breath hitching. "It’s too much."
"I know it is," he murmured, leaning down to catch your bottom lip in his teeth for a gentle tug. "That’s the point, I want you to feel every tiny movement of my hand,I want you to be so focused on what I'm doing that there isn't a single thought of Clint or the woods left in that pretty head of yours."
He slid a second finger inside you and you let out a sharp jagged moan, your hips bucking up instinctively.
He was being so gentle, his movements rhythmic and shallow testing the way your internal muscles clamped around him.
"You're still so tight for me," he noted, a smudge of dark pride in his voice. "Even after I just made you cum on my mouth… it's like your body is just built to hold onto me."
"It is," you panted, your hands moving to his biceps feeling the hard steady muscle there. "I… I don't want anyone else… ahh!~... just you."
"Good," he rasped, his fingers beginning to move deeper finding that sweet spot he knew so well, he didn't speed up, he kept the pace agonizingly slow rotating his wrist so his fingers curled against you in a way that made your vision blur. "Because no one else is ever gonna touch you like this, no one else is ever gonna know the way you sound when you're falling apart."
"Are you… trying to ruin me?" You asked, a weak shaky laugh escaping you as he increased the pressure just a fraction.
"I already ruined you baby," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued the relentless slow grind of his fingers. "I ruined you the second I let you see who I really am, and the best part is you loved it… you loved me even more for it."
You couldn't argue with him, you just watched him, captivated by the way his eyes tracked every tiny change in your expression, looking at you like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered.
He began to swirl his thumb over your clit again but this time it was different, lighter, faster, a vibrating friction that built the tension in your gut until it felt like a physical weight.
As the pleasure began to sharpen your moans got louder, the sound echoing in the quiet room, you didn't want the air between you so you reached up grabbing his face and pulling him down to moan directly against his lips.
You kissed him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his in a desperate slick rhythm while his fingers kept up that relentless motion inside you.
"More Sammy... please… more," you managed to gasp into the kiss, your voice breaking with need.
"Yeah baby," he rasped, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your mouth. “I've got you… I'll do everything you want.”
He increased his pace, his fingers sliding deep and hooking upward to find that sweet spot with punishing accuracy while the friction of his thumb was constant, a blurring heat that made your hips buck uncontrollably.
You felt like you were being hollowed out and filled up all at once, your entire body tightening into a single wire of electricity.
“Sammy!~” You whined, the words falling apart as you lost the ability to keep up the kiss. "I'm close… Ah-ahhh baby!~... I'm so close."
Your moans turned into broken high pitched cries as your fingers dug into the corded muscles of his neck clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.
“I know you do darling,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing harder on you clit making you moan louder on his lips. " You're doing so good to me, such a perfect obedient angel."
Sam shifted, his mouth leaving yours to trail a path of fire down your throat, he buried his face against your chest beginning to worship your tits again.
He lashed his tongue over your nipple again sucking it into the heat of his mouth while his fingers inside you focused entirely on your g spot, pulsing and driving into you with a rhythmic heavy pressure.
"Fuck!... Ohh Fuck Sammy!" You screamed, your back arching so high your head pressed into the headboard. “I’m cumming!.... AHH!~... Baby please!”
You came hard, your internal muscles clamping around his fingers in frantic rhythmic pulses, the sensation was devastating, you felt the wave of the orgasm crash over you, a violent honey thick heat that started in your core and radiated to your fingertips.
Hearing your ragged scream Sam moved back up instantly to capture your mouth swallowing the rest of your cries.
"Yeah baby good girl... give it all to me," he commanded against your lips, his voice thick with pride.
He didn't stop, he kept his fingers moving intentionally prolonging the climax and forcing you to ride out every single wave of the release until you were sobbing into his mouth.
Your vision went white, your body shaking so violently that the bed groaned under the weight of his bracing arms.
Slowly the tension began to drain leaving you limp and heavy against the pillows.
Sam waited until the last of the tremors subsided before he finally pulled his fingers out of you
You watched through blurred lashes as he brought his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly licked his fingers clean savoring every bit of your slickness.
“You taste perfect," he whispered, his mouth hovering just a fraction above yours. "You did so good for me baby… my sweet perfect girl.”
He crashed his lips onto yours again, a deep wet kiss that forced you to taste yourself on his tongue, it was an intimate, a possessive claim that made your head spin, the metallic tang and the salt of your own surrender filling your senses as he held you there making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.
He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark but softened by a flicker of genuine concern.
"Are you okay now baby?" He whispered, his thumb brushing a stray damp hair from your forehead. "The nightmare... it’s gone isn't it?"
You looked up at him, your chest still heaving slightly but the fear had been entirely replaced by a heavy pulsing heat, you let your gaze drop pointedly to where he was still straining against the fabric of his sweatpants then looked back into his eyes with a slow dirty look.
Sam let out a short surprised breath of a laugh. "You're a fuckin slut aren't you?" He rasped, the insult sounding like the highest form of praise in his voice.
You both laughed tiredly, the tension breaking for just a second into a moment of raw honest intimacy.
He leaned down and kissed you hard, a quick bruising collision of teeth and tongue before he sat up at the edge of the bed.
You watched him from the pillows, your eyes tracing the broad span of his shoulders as he reached down to strip off his pants.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you Sammy," you confessed, your voice sounding small and honest in the quiet room.
Sam froze for a second before leaning back over you bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off you, he kissed the tip of your nose, his expression fracturing into that look of pure unadulterated devotion.
"Good," he whispered against your lips. "Because I’m never gonna stop giving myself to you, I’ve spent years waiting for the moment we will be together."
He pulled back, hovering over you as he moved to sit between your legs, he reached down and lifted your right thigh to open you up completely to the moonlight, he leaned down pressing a lingering heated kiss to your inner thigh right near the crease of your hip.
"I'll try to be gentle okay?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a low cautious register. "I know you’re so sensitive now baby."
You let out a shaky whimper, your hips lifting off the mattress in a silent plea. "Okay... just please Sammy… put it in... I need to feel you."
"Anything for you baby," he vowed.
He wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, the soles of your feet pressing into the small of his back as he leaned forward capturing your mouth in a slow deep kiss as he guided himself to your entrance.
He pushed forward with agonizing slowness, a gentle steady movement that felt like it was stretching you to your limit.
Because of how much he had worked you over with his mouth and fingers the sensation was overwhelming, you let out a jagged moan into his mouth, your nails digging into the hard corded muscles of his back as you tried to anchor yourself.
"That's it... you're doing so good for me," he praised, his voice muffled by the kiss. "Look at how well you're taking me… such a perfect fit… you were made just for me my angel."
He began to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first giving your body time to adjust to the fullness, every time he pushed in he pressed a kiss to your jaw, your temple or your lips, his praises never stopping.
"So good angel… you feel so warm... so tight," he whispered, his breath hitching as he felt your internal muscles clamp around him.
You were moaning with every movement, your head thrashing against the pillow as you kissed him back with a frantic needy energy, the sensitivity was almost too much but the way he was looking at you with such careful focused love made it feel like every touch was healing a part of you the nightmare had tried to break.
Sam kept the rhythm gentle, his hips grinding against yours in a slow possessive dance, he wasn't trying to break you this time, he was trying to hold you together, his body a solid rhythmic promise that he wasn't going anywhere.
Every time his hips rolled forward you felt the distinct pulsing architecture of him, you could feel the slight curve of his length, the way the heat radiated from him in waves and the thrumming pressure of every vein and ridge as he slid against your sensitized walls.
It was a slow agonizingly thorough friction as if he was trying to map out every nerve ending you possessed, he was thick and unyielding, a grounded reality that made your breath hitch in a series of jagged shallow gasps.
"You're so warm angel," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low gravelly register that seemed to vibrate straight through your chest, he leaned down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his eyes dark and fixed on yours with a lethal sort of devotion. "I can feel your heart hammering against mine, do you feel that? Do you feel how real I am?"
"Yes... h-hah~... Sammy... I can… feel you," you managed to sob, your voice a ruined thread of sound.
Your fingers -still shaky from the lingering adrenaline of the dream- found the damp skin of his shoulders, you traced the hard bunched muscles of his back feeling the sheer physical power he was holding in check just to be gentle with you. "Don't... don't go slow... please… don't leave me."
"I'm right here baby... I'm never leaving," he promised, his voice cracking with an emotion so raw it felt like a physical touch.
He shifted his weight pulling your legs higher and draping them over his shoulders exposing every inch of your vulnerability to the moonlight, he began to drive deeper, his thrusts gaining a deliberate rhythmic precision.
With every forward motion he hit your g spot with the blunt punishing accuracy of a man who knew exactly how to break you and put you back together, it was a deep internal collision that made your vision fracture into sparks of white light.
"Oh!~... Oh Sammy!... right there... hah-ah!... please," you cried out, your voice a jagged high pitched sound in the quiet room, you felt the way you were tightening on him, your body trying to swallow him whole to keep him locked inside where the world could never reach him.
The sensation was devastating, it was a dual pressure of pleasure and a desperate aching need for safety.
Sam let out a low guttural groan of approval, his hands sliding down to frame your face, his thumbs catching the fresh tears that tracked down your temples.
"That’s it… my perfect girl… take all of me... I want you to feel exactly how much I belong to you... I’ve spilled blood for this angel… I’ve burned my life down just so I could be the one to touch you like this."
"I love you... h-hah!~... I love you s-so much Sammy," you panted, your hips bucking up to meet his every drive, your body acting on a frantic primal instinct to be closer. "It’s so... ahh!~... so deep… I can feel... everything."
The intimacy was stifling in the best possible way, you were both exhausted, your skin slick with a cold sickly sweat that had turned warm and sweet with the effort of pleasing each other.
You could feel the exhaustion in the way his muscles twitched, in the way his breath came in short rhythmic bursts that hit your lips like a physical caress yet there was a desperate hunger in his movements, a need to verify that you were still there, still loyal, still his.
"You're so responsive for me," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and possessive hunger. "Every time I move I feel you clamping down, you're trying to keep me aren't you? You're trying to hide me inside you where no one can find us."
"Yes... Sammy please... don't stop," you whined, your eyes rolling back as he hit that sensitive spot again, harder this time. "I wan-... hahh... I wanna be the only thing you feel… I wanna… stay like this."
"You are the only thing I feel baby," he rasped, his forehead resting against yours, he was moving faster now, the slow worshipful pace giving way to a more demanding desperate rhythm, you could feel the veins on his neck standing out, the tension in his jaw as he fought to maintain his control.
The friction was building into a white hot fire, every thrust sending a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.
"Sammy... ah-ahhh!... Sammy I'm... I'm cumming... it's too much," you gasped, your internal muscles pulsing around him in a frantic involuntary rhythm, you felt the way you were becoming a wire stretched to the point of snapping, your body aching with a pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.
Feeling the way you were squeezing him and the way your breath had turned into a series of panicked needy whimpers Sam stopped for a heartbeat.
He was trembling, his arms braced over you, his eyes searching yours with a look of such raw agonizing love that it made your breath catch, he leaned down capturing your mouth in a deep agonizingly thorough kiss.
It wasn't just a kiss it was a reclamation, his tongue searched yours with a hungry wet movement that tasted of salt and the heat of your shared breaths.
You reached up, your fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck pulling him down needing to swallow the very air he breathed as you arched your back trying to fuse your soul to his in the dark, desperate for more of that suffocating soul searing contact.
"More Sammy... please," you choked out against his lips, your voice thick with a needy jagged edge. "I need more... don't stop... ah-hah~... please don't stop."
Sam let out a low predatory growl that vibrated deep in his chest and echoed into yours, he didn't just resume he accelerated, the slow worshipful rhythm he tried to keep snapped into something sharper, more demanding and infinitely more intense.
He began to drive into you with a rhythmic heavy force that made the headboard thud rhythmically against the wall, a steady blunt sound that grounded you in the reality of his strength.
With every deep sliding thrust he was hooking upward intentionally punishing your g spot with the crown of his cock.
The sensation was electric, a deep seated ache that radiated from your core to the tips of your toes, you could feel every ridge of him the pulsing heat of the veins along his length acting like a roadmap of his own desire against your internal walls.
"This good baby yeah?" He hissed, his voice dropping into a filthy melodic whisper as he hovered just inches from your ear. "You like how I’m hitting that spot? You like how I’m stretching you out so you can't think of anything else?"
"Yes... fuck~... yes Sam!~..." You wailed, your head falling back as your hips bucked uncontrollably to meet him. "It’s so much... ahh!~... it’s too much... Sammy!"
"Answer me properly angel," he commanded, his voice hardening with a possessive authority, be slowed down just enough to make you ache for the next strike teasing you with shallow dragging slides. "Do you like being my little accomplice? Do you like that I’m the only one who knows what you sound like when you're falling apart like this? Tell me."
"I... hah-ah~... I love it," you sobbed, reaching out to grab his biceps feeling the sweat slicked rock hard muscle beneath your palms. "I love being yours... ahhh!~... please Sammy... harder... I want you… hahh~... to hurt me... make me… forget."
"That's my good girl," he praised, though the word was draped in a dark degrading edge. "You're such a filthy little whore for me aren't you? So loyal, so brave, you'd let me do anything to you as long as I stay wouldn't you?"
"Anything... h-hah~... I'd do anything!~..." You screamed, your fingers digging into his back leaving red stinging marks that he seemed to relish.
He didn't give you a moment of peace, he increased the pace until it was a blurring friction heavy assault.
You were a mess of raw nerves, your body shaking with a tired desperation to please him as much as he was pleasing you, you could feel the exhaustion in his own movements, the way his arms were trembling as he braced himself over you and the way his heart was slamming against his ribs with a violence that matched your own, he was pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by a lethal need to consume you entirely.
"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark tracking the way your chest heaved and the way your throat worked as you swallowed your own cries. "You're so vulnerable… so ruined… you're soaking the sheets for a killer baby… does that make you feel good? Knowing I’ve got my hands all over you after everything I’ve done?"
"It... ah-ahh!~... it… it makes me… feel safe," you cried out, a broken honest admission that made Sam’s expression fracture into something terrifyingly tender. "I only… feel safe... hah!~... when you're inside me... Sam!"
The intensity of your devotion and the way you were looking at him with such unfiltered love despite the sweat and the exhaustion and the darkness of your situation sent Sam toward the edge.
He was close, you could feel it in the way his internal rhythm faltered and the way his muscles became corded and stiff like stone.
"Baby... Fuck!... I’m close," he groaned, his voice a ruined airy whisper. "I’m so fuckin close… you’re so tight... you’re squeezing me so hard angel... hah... are you trying to break me?"
"Yes... please... ah-ha!~... do it Sammy!... Cum for me!" You begged, your legs locking around his waist with a strength you didn't know you had left.
He reached down, his hand sliding between your slick joined bodies, his thumb found your clit and began to rub it with a frantic vibrating pressure.
The dual friction was a death knell for your composure, the feeling of him driving deep against your g spot while his thumb worked you into a frenzy was too much.
"Sam... ahh!~... Sammy… I can’t... hah-ah~... I’m gonna... I’m gonna!... Fuck!" You wailed, your voice breaking into a high needy cry that filled the small space between your lips, your hips were bucking in a desperate erratic rhythm trying to catch every bit of the friction he was offering.
"Yeah baby... that’s it… good girl," he rasped, his voice dropping into a thick primal growl, he didn't slow down, if anything his thumb moved faster, a blurring heat that sent sparks of white light across your vision. "Just like that for me… just cum for me angel… give me everything you’ve got left."
The tension snapped as you let out a long broken wail of "Sammy!... Fuck!... Sam!~" As your second climax hit with the force of a tidal wave.
You were pulsing violently around him, your internal muscles clamping down on him in frantic rhythmic waves that seemed to echo the frantic beating of your heart.
The feeling of you shattering, the way you were sobbing his name into the quiet room was the final trigger, Sam let out a low guttural roar, his body stiffening as he followed you, he drove into you one last time, buried as deep as he could go and stayed there as he came.
"God… you're so perfect," he groaned against your skin, his voice sounding ruined and raw. "You're mine... fuck... you're so good for me baby… every bit of you... I’ve got you... I'm never letting you go… you're my loyal beautiful angel."
He was shaking, his muscles tight and straining as he poured himself into you, his weight a heavy grounding comfort that finally silenced the ghosts of the woods.
He crashed his lips onto yours in a deep wet kiss forcing you to taste the salt of your own tears and the heat of his surrender as he held you through the tremors, a man who had finally found his only reality in the arms of the girl who gave up everything for him.
You kissed him back with every single ounce of energy left in your trembling frame, your arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that your knuckles were white.
You felt raw, every nerve ending on the surface of your skin singing with a terrifyingly beautiful sensitivity, even the weight of his chest against yours felt like an intense electric pressure.
Sam didn't pull away, instead he began to move with a slow agonizingly shallow rhythm just enough to keep the friction alive and prolong the waves of your orgasm making the pleasure sustained by his deliberate possessive movements.
"Don't... hahh... don't ever… leave me Sammy," you whispered against his mouth, your breath hitching as you felt a fresh surge of heat. "Stay... stay right here."
"I’m right here angel," he promised, his voice a low vibration you could feel in your very soul. "I’m not going anywhere… we’re finally together baby.”
Sam let out a long shuddering breath finally shifting his weight just enough to slide out of you though he didn't move far, he immediately pulled the duvet up over both of you tucking the fabric around your shoulders as if he could shield you from the very air of the room.
He hauled you against his side, your back pressed firmly against his chest, his long legs tangling with yours under the covers, his skin was damp and cooling, a solid grounding presence that made the remnants of your tremors feel like distant echoes.
"You're freezing angel," he murmured, his voice still low and gravelly from the release, he began to rub his large warm palms up and down your bare arms, the friction generating a gentle heat that made you melt further into him.
"I'm okay," you whispered, your voice a tired airy rasp, you reached back, your fingers finding the back of his neck tracing the damp curls there. "I just... I don't wanna move, I feel like if I moved the world… might start up again."
Sam hummed, a deep resonant sound that vibrated through your spine, he shifted his arm tucking it under your head to act as a pillow while his other hand moved to your face, his fingers were incredibly gentle, the predatory intensity from moments ago replaced by a terrifyingly soft devotion.
He began to play with your hair twirling a dark strand around his index finger before smoothing it back from your temple.
"The world doesn't matter," he said, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "There is no world outside this bed… just you and me, I told you I’ll make sure you forget everything else."
You turned slightly in his arms enough to look up at him, the moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the softened tired look in his eyes, he looked human again, not the stone cold protector or the man with blood on his hands but just Sam, your Sam.
"You did," you breathed, a small sleepy smile tugging at your lips. "My head is so quiet now, it’s just... you."
Sam’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated love crossing his face as he leaned down pressing a lingering soft kiss to your forehead then the tip of your nose.
"Good, that’s how it should be, I wanna be the only thing that occupies your mind, I wanna be the reason you breathe because god knows you're the only reason I'm still standing."
He continued to stroke your hair, his touch rhythmic and soothing, he traced the curve of your ear, his thumb dragging slowly along your jawline.
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Even when you were crying, even when you were scared... you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… my loyal little accomplice."
You let out a tiny tired laugh burying your face in the crook of his neck, he smelled like sleep and safety. "You're so poetic Sammy, even after everything."
"Only for you baby," he whispered, his fingers moving to massage the back of your scalp, a sensation so relaxing it made your eyes drift shut. "I’d write a thousand books about you if I thought I could find words good enough, but they don't make words for the way I feel about you… they haven't invented them yet."
He pulled you closer, his chin resting on top of your head, for a long moment the only sound was the synchronized rhythm of your breathing, the shadows in the corner of the room didn't look like men anymore, they were just shadows and the wind outside was just wind.
"Sammy?" You whispered into the dark.
"Yeah baby?"
"Thank you… for loving me for all these years and for... everything."
You felt him stiffen slightly then relax, his grip on you tightening. "You never have to thank me for that, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, I’m never letting the light touch you if it’s going to make you flinch, we’re gonna stay right here as long as you need."
He continued to play with your hair, his touch becoming slower as exhaustion began to pull at both of you. "But eventually," he murmured with a small playful huff of breath against your hair. "We're gonna have to get you cleaned up, you're a mess angel."
"I'm your mess.” You teased weakly, your eyes still closed.
"My favorite mess." He agreed, his voice trailing off into a contented hum.
He didn't move to get up yet, content to stay in the quiet warm cocoon of the duvet, his fingers never stopping their gentle worshipful path through your hair and your back, the night was still long and for the first time since the woods, the silence felt like a gift rather than a threat.
"How is your legs?" He asked softly after a moment, his hand sliding down to rest protectively on your hip. "I wasn't too rough was I?"
"I think I'll be a little sore tomorrow," you admitted, shifting closer to his warmth. "But I like it, it’s like a reminder that it wasn't a dream."
Sam let out a dark low chuckle. "I'll give you plenty of reminders baby, I'll make sure you can't take a single step without thinking of me."
You sighed finally letting your body go completely limp against him, the heavy weight of his love was the only thing you wanted to carry.
"I think I need a shower," you whispered after another long silence though you made no move to get up. “If we stay like that we will fall asleep."
"Yeah you right," Sam murmured, his eyes closing as he breathed you in. "Just a few more minutes like this and we will sleep till the next year."
You let out a soft melodic laugh that bubbled up from your chest, the sound finally light and free of the night’s earlier tension.
Sam smiled against your temple, the vibration of his own quiet chuckle warming your skin, he leaned down pressing one last deep kiss to the curve of your shoulder, lingering there for a heartbeat as if to savor the stillness before he finally began to move.
With a grunt of effort that spoke of his own lingering exhaustion he sat up and slid his arms beneath you.
"Sammy wait," you whispered, your arms instinctively looping around his neck as he shifted. "You’re tired., you’ve done enough tonight I can walk."
"Shhh," he murmured, cutting you off with a playful tired smirk, he stood up with a heave, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. "I’m not letting your feet touch the cold floor, not tonight, just hold on me angel."
You laughed again, a small helpless sound and hugged him harder burying your face in the crook of his neck.
The walk to the bathroom was short and silent, the only sound was the steady padding of his bare feet on the hardwood.
The bathroom was dim, lit only by the hall light spilling through the cracked door, Sam sat you down gently on the edge of the tub before turning on the water and as the room began to fill with a thick humid fog he stepped back and offered his hand.
The shower was a blur of warmth and quiet intimacy, he didn't just wash you he worshiped you, his movements were slow and methodical, his large hands slick with soap as he ran them over your back, your shoulders and down the length of your legs, he was incredibly thorough, his touch gentle enough to soothe the ache in your muscles but firm enough to ground you.
"Look at me baby," he whispered, his voice echoing slightly against the tiles, he took a washcloth and tilted your chin up wiping the last traces of salt and sweat from your cheeks with a focus that was almost holy. “You know I'll die for you not just kill for you right?"
You leaned into his touch, the hot water cascading over your shoulders feeling more seen and more safe than you ever had in your life. "I know baby… because I'll do the same thing.”
You reached out, your soapy palms sliding over his chest tracing the rhythm of his heart, no more words needed, in the steam and the quiet spray of water, the world, the car, the woods, the secrets simply ceased to exist.
By the time he carried you back to the bed both of you were heavy with a deep safe weariness, Sam didn't bother with clothes and neither did you, the air was warm enough and the need to be skin to skin was too shared.
He pulled you back into the center of the mattress, the sheets feeling cool and crisp against your damp skin.
You curled into him, your head resting on his chest listening to the slow steady thrum of his heart.
Sam’s arm was a heavy protective weight over your waist, his fingers twitching occasionally as he drifted on the edge of sleep.
"Sammy?" You murmured, your voice barely audible.
"Still here baby," he rasped, his eyes already closed.
"Promise you’ll be here when I wake up? That it won't... go back to how it was before I came back to the valley?"
Sam shifted, tightening his grip on you until you were tucked perfectly against his side, he kissed the top of your head, his breath warm and steady.
"I promised you didn't I?" He whispered, his voice thick with sleep. "I’ve spent years making sure no one can take you and I’m not going anywhere… tomorrow, the day after, one hundred years from now... it’s always gonna be us, I’m staying forever angel… just close your eyes."
The heavy weight of his promise backed by the blood and devotion of a man who would burn the world for you finally allowed the last of your defenses to crumble.
As the rhythmic sound of his breathing synchronized with yours, you let the darkness take you, not a forest of charcoal and ash but a deep dreamless peace cradled in the arms of the only reality that mattered.
The woods were supposed to be a memory but in the dark, they still have eyes. When a recurring nightmare of charcoal trees and hollow voices threatens to pull you back into the ash of the past, Sam is there to anchor you. He's not just the man with blood on his hands, he is the only sanctuary you have left. He’s determined to replace the taste of blood in your mouth with the taste of him, a slow agonizingly thorough reclamation and hours of desperate friction where the only way to forget the past is to lose yourself completely in the man who killed to keep you.
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