I Couldn't Find The Other Picture I Took Of My Left Eye (second Picture) That Was Like My Right Eye So

i couldn't find the other picture i took of my left eye (second picture) that was like my right eye so i had to choose an older-ish one

i’m insane but at least i got pretty eyes

⊰⊹ pure, uncorrupted

pairing: arthur morgan & virgin!reader.

summary: you are too pure, too naive. and he hates to see other men fantasizing about tainting you. so, before someone else does - he decides to do it himself.

warnings: mentions of rape/sexual abuse, past physical/psychological abuse, corruption kink, arthur takes reader's virginity, arthur is protective, but lonely and hates himself. legal age gap, oral sex (fem receiving), p-in-v sex, loving sex, creampie - english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes!

he would never forget that day. trelawny had told them a few weeks earlier that, southwest of valentine, just a mile from the village, there was a farm: two houses and a barn. trelawny claimed there was a large amount of money hidden there, illegitimately earned by the family.   

that's why they went. micah, bill and arthur set out into the night, riding toward that farm. thieves robbing thieves.   

the family consisted of a father and two sons. they had no choice but to wipe them all out. arthur had never liked to take the lives of innocent people, but these people... they didn't feel right.   

the house was very untidy inside, grimy, and there was a padlocked door on the upper floor. while micah and bill ransacked the downstairs, he took a look at the bedrooms, and of course, kicked in the locked room door.   

you were in there. cowering on the bed, pressed against the wall, shivering and sobbing. you had heard gunshots and banging, you had tried your best not to make any noise, but they had found you. arthur was perplexed. he studied you for a few seconds, processing the situation: this family had you locked in this room. you were wearing torn and dirty rags, and your room was even more neglected. there were flies, food from days ago, and only one bed in the room.   

“it's okay, it's okay. i ain't gonna hurt you,” he finally said, slowly approaching you.   

micah arrived shortly after, and a crooked smile came across his face.   

“well look at this, morgan! i say we have some fun. bill, get up here!” his cruel words irritated arthur deeply.   

“get out of here, you foul thing! wait downstairs!” he raised his voice, and micah only let out a challenging laugh. still, he obeyed, after arthur shot him a menacing glare. 

you, still shaking and weeping on the bed, watched him. the thought that the man in front of you had protected you from the others, soothed you a little.   

arthur couldn't kill you. how could he kill you? it wasn't an option.   

“what are you doing here, girl?” he moved a little closer and noticed that one of your legs was covered in bruises.   

“i-i was... grounded,” you mumbled, between sobs. arthur frowned and clicked his tongue.   

“were those your father and brothers?” he asked, his hand hesitantly stroking your forearm, seeking to calm you.   

you nodded, hot, copious tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. he sighed.  

“they're dead. i'm sorry,” he began, and his heart shrank at your obvious expression of relief. “you can come with us, we won't hurt you. we'll take you to valentine,” he added.  

you nodded, raising your arms toward him. arthur accepted the gesture, and with his strong hands on your armpits, he lifted you and carried you in his arms, heading for his horse.   

you refused to stay in valentine that night. you begged again and again to be taken with them. and this snarling, distrustful outlaw, softened at the image of you, a forlorn young woman alone in this world that had so embittered him over the years.   

“we're taking her,” arthur said to the other men.   

“morgan! we can't afford another mouth to feed!” bill protested.   

“we're taking her,” he insisted, his tone firm and intimidating, and the others snorted.   

 it had been months since that night. you were accepted into the gang of outlaws arthur lived with, but you had a hard time adjusting. you developed an unhealthy attachment to the man who had rescued you, who you considered your hero. whenever arthur was in camp, you followed him, trying to talk to him. being close made you feel better. but he was very cold most of the time.   

“girl, really, you need to leave me alone. what d'ya want now?” he said, his tone showing irritation, when you approached to talk to him for the tenth time today.   

 your smile vanished, your expression transforming into one of pain and embarrassment. you blushed and lowered your gaze, and before you could say anything, he snorted heavily.   

 “i'm sorry. i'm sorry, i just like to be alone, you know that,” he replied, exasperated. 

 you fiddled anxiously with the edge of your blouse, pursing your lips sheepishly.  

“i just wanted to be with you for a little while,” your voice came out shaky and low. arthur's heart almost melted.   

“come,” he said, curtly, sitting down on his bed.   

“no, n-no need. i'm sorry to disturb you.”   

“come,” he repeated, louder now, as a demand.   

 you shrank back but obeyed and sat down next to him. he looked at you, his blue eyes scrutinizing your sad, anxious expression, his frown easing.   

“i can't be with you all the time,” he explained. your lip quivered, and you nodded.   

“i know. i know. i'm sorry.”  

“it's not because i don’t want to. it's because this... this thing you got with me, it can't go on,” he said, his hand stroking your hair, tucking a lock behind your ear, his actions contradicting his words. “you're gonna have to leave here someday. and if we don't stop this in time...” his words trailed off.   

“i don't want to leave.”   

“you're absolutely gonna leave. don't be silly. you don't belong in this kind of life. when you get your strength back, i want you out of here.”

 you looked at him, wide-eyed, silent.   

“don't look at me like that,” he spat, annoyed. but a second later, he sighed. “we're not doing you any good. not me, not anyone here. you understand that, don't you?”   

“i don't have anyone else. i'll be alone,” you said, your heart racing with fear.   

 arthur stroked your cheek, thoughtfully. he had grown so fond of you these past few months, that he could hardly imagine his life without you anymore. but the rational part of him knew you had no future here, not with someone like him.   

 that's why he pushed you away. that's why he tried to ignore you. he couldn't stand seeing the way you looked at him, like he was a hero, a savior. because arthur was nothing like that. arthur was a criminal, a murderer, a ruthless, bitter, outlaw with no future, someone who only brought tragedy into people's lives.   

“i don't like it when you're this mean to me,” you muttered, pouting, still hurt by how he had greeted you when you came.   

“i know. forgive me,” he whispered, looking at your hand. he wanted to take it, to feel it, but didn't dare to.   

 weeks passed. arthur hated the way the men looked at you. micah, especially. that sick, deranged bastard. he mocked your innocence, your naivety.   

“well, i've been dying to deflower that little lassie, the new one. ever since we saw her at the farm i been saying we have fun with her, but morgan won't let us,” protested micah, sipping from his bottle of whiskey, one night by the fire.   

“do you think she's a virgin?” javier replied with curiosity.  

“please!” interjected bill, laughing. “that girl doesn't even know what screwing is.”   

 “of course she doesn't. i told her to blow me the other day and she just looked at me with those dopey eyes of hers,” micah cackled.   

 arthur overheard the conversation and felt his insides boil. listening to those nasty old men, talking so crudely about a young, proper lady like you, made him sick.   

 “what the fuck are you talking about?” arthur snarled. he snatched the whiskey bottle from micah's hand and faced him, with an annihilating glare. “if you ever talk about her like that again, you better make sure i don't hear. or i'll cut that throat of yours so you never say a fucking word again,” he said, his voice low and intense, getting micah to turn away, letting out a nervous laugh.   

 he retreated to his tent, furious, and was startled to find you there. he put his hand to his chest and shook his head. “what are you doing here, you want to scare me to death?” he wheezed, anger still boiling inside him.   

 you looked at him with a smile and showed him a flower crown in your hands. “look what i did,” you declared, proudly, your eyes on his, perhaps seeking approval in his expression. he eased back and couldn't hide a soft smile, gentle and loving. he took the floral diadem and placed it on your head.   

 “beautiful,” he whispered. you blushed heavily and pressed your lips together, excited.  

“i was reading and in the book, it explained how to make it and what flowers were ideal for it. i think it turned out really pretty,” you explained.   

 “yes. it looks very pretty. but you should be sleeping,” he scolded you.

 “i'm sorry. i was excited and wanted to wait for you to come back,” you defended yourself. he smiled.   

 he couldn't help but bring his hands to your face. you were so precious, so candid and credulous. and those abhorrent men were talking about deflowering you just a few minutes ago... it made him feel like throwing up.   

the affectionate gesture surprised you. your cheeks grew warmer. “what's wrong?” you asked, uneasy, and he dropped his hands to either side of his body.   

 “nothing. nothing,” he huffed, rubbing his face with his hand, frustrated, confused.   

 he knew he didn't do you any good. but how could he let you go? the world was full of disgusting men like micah. men who wouldn't hesitate to hurt this girl he had come to love.   

 he pushed past you and sat down on his bed.   

 “i want you to keep away from micah no matter what, do you understand? whatever he says to you. you stay away. and if he bothers you, you come and tell me immediately,” he said, without looking at you, his tone stern.   

 you didn't answer, you just nodded. you would do anything this man asked of you.   

 “are you sad?” you asked, moving closer to him. arthur was slow to answer, still not looking you in the eye.   

 “yeah. i am,” he admitted, sighing. you sat down next to him, and hugged him, trying to comfort him and also, seeking solace.   

arthur wanted to push you away, to scold you for invading his space, to urge you to leave him alone. but he couldn't do that anymore. he didn't want you to leave, and each and every time he had asked you to stay away, he had betrayed himself. he let himself enjoy your touch, your scent, and your warmth for the first time. he closed his eyes and leaned in slightly, sliding his arms around you.   

 “forgive me for being a sorry son of a bitch to you,” he whispered, very remorseful.   

“it's okay. forgive me for always being annoying.”   

 “you're not annoying. don't ever say that again,” he replied, his chest vibrating against yours every time his husky voice made itself heard. “i've been a real jerk.”   

 you fell silent. you didn't understand what this was about. and arthur was grateful for your ignorance. he wouldn't know how to comfort you, how to make you forget those nauseating words if you had heard how you were spoken of before.   

 “i need to lie down, sweetheart. i'm very tired,” he mumbled, pulling away a little. the affectionate nickname made your heart skip a beat. you nodded, watching him lie down, his expression one of displeasure.   

 “can i stay with you?” you whispered, fearful that he would say no. but he nodded without hesitation, and you settled in next to him. his heart was about to burst out of his chest. he let you snuggle up to him, and his arm slipped loosely around your waist.   

 “gonna stop by saint denis tomorrow to run some errands. wanna come with me?” he asked, and you looked up at him, your eyes widening with excitement.   

 “really?” arthur let out a chuckle and confirmed. “yes, please. i'd like that very much.”   

your excitement stirred something inside him. he felt a warmth in his chest that he had never felt before. such a sweet being like you...and your father and brothers had you locked in a filthy room, only to be discovered by men who just wanted to fuck you and leave you stranded. what would have become of you if he hadn't gone and robbed that farm with the others that night?   

“okay, sweetheart.” he used the nickname again, which made you grin like a fool. “i'm gonna sleep now, okay?” he said, and stretched his arm over you, reaching over to the bedside table to put a glass over the candle to put it out.   

 you pouted, and rested your head on his chest. “okay,” you whispered back, closing your eyes.   

 arthur was trying to hide it, but he was so nervous. it had been ages since he'd been this close to a woman, let alone a woman such as yourself. his pants had started to tighten since you first curled up with him, though he tried to act normal, his heart pounding in his chest.   

innocently, you ran a leg over his thigh, sighing. his arm tightened around your waist. he was restless, tense, and kept shifting his posture every few minutes.   

 inevitably, his eyes opened in the darkness. he couldn't sleep.   

“i like being like this with you,” you whispered when you noticed he was still awake. “it gives me... this nice, funny feeling in my tummy,” you added, and arthur let out a shaky sigh.   

“oh, yeah...?” he replied, absently, your words replaying in his mind.   

 “yes... it always happens to me when i'm around you,” you confessed, your candid statement making his cock grow harder in his pants.   

“don't get used to it,” he growled. you looked up, saddened.   

 “don't you like being like this, together?” you asked, your voice low and apologetic. arthur exhaled hoarsely.   

 “too much, darlin'. too much,” he admitted, without looking at you. he was getting carried away.   

 you slid slowly onto his lap, and his breath hitched.   

 “what in the world are you doing?” he whispered. he panicked, feeling your pelvis right on top of his erection, which he had been trying to hide all this time.   

 “i want to be real close to you,” you whispered. “do you mind?”   

 he looked at you with pleading eyes and shook his head, he was speechless. he tried to push you away, but his hands wouldn't move.

 “the book talked about this too... about men, women...” you began, your voice shy as you explained.   

 “no. we're not doing this, girl,” he protested. but he didn't really mean it. the least he wanted right now was for you to get off of him.   

 “please...” you begged. “i just want to know how it feels.”   

 his face was burning, his cock throbbing desperately in his pants, needing urgent relief. so you were indeed a virgin.   

 this wasn't right. he wouldn't take advantage of you.   

 “why?” you wanted to know.   

 “you're a virgin,” he declared, in a low gasp. you didn't respond, just shrank back a tiny bit, with shame. “my god, you're a virgin... no, i... i can't. i can't.” he covered his face.   

 arthur had never been with a virgin before. let alone a virgin with a life like yours. were you even aware of the importance of what you were asking? 

 “oh, don't do this to me, please,” he whimpered, his hands sliding over your thighs, down to your buttocks. you blushed and let out a sigh of pleasure, rolling your hips against his, trying to ease the burning between your legs. arthur let out a low moan, his eyes half closed, his cheeks red.   

 “baby... we can't... not with me,” he whispered, desperate.  

“i want it to be with you,” you murmured. and he had no more strength to resist.   

“do... do you want me to put it inside you?” he asked, pressing his pelvis against yours, making you feel his whole erection, warm and big against you.   

 “yes, please...” you begged.   

 “oh, sweetheart...” he swallowed, flustered. it had been so long since he'd last had sex, and now he had a beautiful, untouched woman in his lap, begging to be fucked. it felt like a goddamn dream. and he felt disgusting about it, but he was so turned on by the idea of taking your virginity. he felt like a hypocrite.   

 his hand slid down your ass cheek and under your nightgown. his fingers reached for your panties, his arm around your leg to touch you.   

 “you're so wet,” he murmured. he closed his eyes for a moment, the heat feeling a little overwhelming. “take off your nightgown, baby.”   

 obedient, you removed the garment slowly, remaining in his lap, your body covered only by your bra and panties. arthur exhaled, salivating, his gaze gliding over every inch of your exposed skin.   

 “you are exquisite,” he said to himself, almost as a reproach. he shouldn't have to be doing this. but he couldn't stop. he just couldn't. he began to unbutton his shirt. “can i see your tits?” he asked, rhetorically, since he knew that without complaint you would take off your bra. and so you did.   

 his lips and tongue immediately landed on the soft skin of your breasts, after having devoured you with his gaze for a few seconds. his lips left kisses, his tongue caressing and frolicking around your nipples. you moaned and stirred on his lap, immersed in pleasure and desperate for more.   

 he removed his shirt, and eagerly, unbuckled his belt. 

 “gonna get on top, it may hurt a little this way,” he whispered between kisses. you nodded, and let him grab you by the thighs, your arms around his neck as arthur changed position.   

 he laid you down gently, and his hands crawled up your thighs, spreading your legs. his eyes lowered to your crotch, the fabric of your underwear was visibly wet.   

 “darlin'... i'm not gonna last. haven't done this in a long time,” he said, his hands shaking a little, he was so horny he could barely think coherently.   

 “i-it's okay,” you murmured sheepishly.   

 he knelt between your legs, and placed soft, warm kisses on the sensitive skin of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your center. he kissed your pussy over your underwear, and pressed his face to it, inhaling your scent.  

“delicious,” he purred, closing his eyes, sucking and kissing over the fabric. his hands, big and strong, squeezed your flesh, eager to feel you. his right hand traveled down to your crotch, pushing aside the annoying material of your panties. “what a pretty little pussy,” he growled, and glued his mouth to it, licking between your warm wet lips, sucking on your clit, devouring you like a hungry man.   

you moaned, your legs trembling. his hands pressed against your thighs, spreading them wider, and when his fingers left your panties, they again came between you and his touches.   

 “fuck,” he hissed in frustration, and roughly, he yanked them off you, sinking his face back between your legs, parting you wide and devouring you with both intensity and desperation. 

 “i'm going to put my fingers in, okay?” he warned, looking down at you, his beard wet with your juices, his cheeks red. you nodded, your gaze clouded with pleasure. his ring and middle finger teased your sensitive, dilated entrance. slowly he slid them inside, feeling the rough texture of your insides tightening around his thick digits. he moved them slowly inside you, curving and massaging your insides lovingly, while his tongue and lips fed on your juices and moans, sucking on your sensitive, sweet spot.   

 “you're so tight,” he gasped. he pulled away briefly, to pull down his pants. his cock sprung, flushed and swollen, eager for the delicious relief only you could bring him. “look how you got me, baby...” he whispered, wrapping his member in his left hand, squeezing it slowly. “how you get me, always.”   

 your pussy clenched around nothing, feeling emptier than ever. “please... arthur,” you whimpered. he looked at you, unsure, was he really doing this? you deserved better than this. something so much better than this.   

 but the urges in his body were too strong, they absolutely ruled him. he placed his cock against your center, gripping it firmly, and rubbing its tip between your lips, pressing lightly as it met your entrance, tiny but eager.   

 “darlin’... what the hell are we doing?” he said, sliding in just the tip, which was thick enough to make you whimper. “ow... baby.”   

 you felt so full. you looked down, and you could see his thick member, disappearing inside you. your pussy throbbed and squeezed him, unable to adjust to his size. he was huge.   

 before he got it all in, arthur had to pull it out a little. “you're too tight,” he let out a pitiful whimper. “i'm gonna cum.” he added with embarrassment.   

 he pulled out, taking a deep breath. he leaned down to kiss you. he kissed your lips lovingly. god, he'd been so rude, not kissing you all this time. he relished your lips, and you could feel the wetness of his beard against your chin and cheeks. he penetrated you again, and this time he entered you somewhat more easily.   

 “enjoy, sweetheart... just enjoy,” he whispered, watching your face contort in pleasure. he had to close his eyes, imagine the horses, the flowers, the bees, the smell of the barns, or he would cum right there, inside you. he pushed it all the way in, his tip pressing against your cervix. “does it hurt, honey?” 

 “no, no... i... it feels so good...” you moaned. you felt so full, his cock was so thick you felt like there wasn't an inch of you he wasn't touching right now. every little movement of his hips, pressing against yours as he nestled his face into your neck, made you shudder.   

 “fuck... yes, squeeze me like that,” he begged, closing his eyes tighter, starting to move his hips, his hands squeezing your thighs and pressing them against the bed, spreading you wide to penetrate you deeply. “thank you, thank you...” he gasped hoarsely.   

 your small hands clung to him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back, his big, strong back, as his whole body enveloped and filled you.   

 one of his hands slipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing your clit, each thrust making his member bury itself deep and hard inside you, your tight body giving him no respite.   

 “please tell me you're close. i can't hold on much longer,” his voice sounded strained, cracked. the bed creaked beneath you, his hips slapping against your ass every time he bottomed out inside you. 

 “yes, yes, please don't stop,” you whimpered. his hot, sweaty skin clung to yours, the heat under the sheets thick. his smell, salty and masculine flooded your nostrils, and his cock filled you, again and again, your snug cunt squeezing, sucking him deeper and deeper inside.   

your orgasm was intense. you trembled beneath him, your cries and mewls getting louder, and you writhed, your pussy milking him dry. arthur frowned in concentration, letting out soft grunts and whimpers as he moved within you. he came too, couldn't help it, his legs quivering as well. his thrusts became ragged and desperate, his eyes rolled back slightly as his cum filled you, hot and thick. "oh, god," he whined quietly. his strong arms hugged you closer, pressing you tighter to him as he left you completely full of him.   

 “d-darling,” he gasped, shuddering on top of you, his strokes slowing, until he stopped. his hands, scratchy from work and guns, slid over your sweaty skin and squeezed your breasts and hips, before holding you tight. “don't leave me, please.”

I'm about to write a blurb about this

sam winchester piss kink

i got to see my (not really mine but still) horse today. her name is jughead (i forgot her real name) and she is amazing (she manhandles me and tries to eat me sometimes)

nsfw boyfriend headcanons — sam winchester

pairing : sam winchester x gn!afab!reader ➖⟢ genre : nsfw, suggestive/smut MDNI ➖⟢ cw : under the cut! ➖⟢ wc : 1.4K ➖⟢ indented sections were sent to me by bestie daisy @mxltifxnd0m so all credit to her for those thoughts!! other sections are my response hehe. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. i will block you without a second thought if you do !!! and i do check, even likes, so don't think you can easily get away with it! feel free to check out my sfw works instead :)

cw : mentions of sub/dom dynamics, mentions of size kink, hand kink, manhandling, choking kink, finger sucking, marking, praise, oral (r!receiving), and fingering. reader mentioned to be smaller than sam during the size kink section, but not the rest! not edited.

a passionate lover ⟢ it doesn’t seem like he is because of his gentle and kind demeanor (also those puppy dog eyes could disarm you so quickly) ⟢ oh but we have evidence of him being passionate (and rough) (madison, ruby, and anyone else who slept with him were so lucky) (well until they died 💀) ⟢ so mans puts his ALL into every tryst the two of you share ⟢ is a dom through and through (flips between soft dom or hard dom, depends on his mood tbh)

⟢ passionate is correct!!! and i think that applies in many senses

⟢ like you said, he’s giving his all into everything

⟢ and sometimes this makes things rougher; he’s just got so much he wants to give you, wants to share with you, wants to make you feel

⟢ and it also translates into how soft he is with you sometimes

⟢ he’s so passionate about how much he loves you, and sometimes that means such gentleness when you’re tired or upset, or he just wants to make you feel precious

⟢ but yeah he totally uses the puppy dog eyes to get things from you, it makes you melt for him and then BOOM

⟢ he’s suddenly got this smirk that’s borderline cocky and his eyes have turned to pools of just lust for his pretty, pretty baby

⟢ i’m still working out my own hcs about sam as a dom

⟢ i think for the most part, he absolutely is that dom like you said, but personally, i see younger sam with a little bit of a switch in him

⟢ but let me explain bc like! it’s not like he’s a full switch at all, he totally leans dom 100%

⟢ it’s just that sometimes he’s so desperate for you and he wants you so bad and he’d do anything for you that he doesn’t care if he gets whiny or let’s you tell him what to do

⟢ that being said, older sam is a total dom through and through, and even younger sam totally leans that way

⟢ to him it’s less about sub/dom dynamics and more about the passion and making you feel so fucking good

⟢ he gets off on that shit for real, and he usually goes about it in a dominant way; strong hands to put your body in the best position, haughty smirks, getting bossy

⟢ he just gets whiny and desperate when you put your hands in his hair, but it also makes him go harder heheh

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size kink ⟢ loves the fact you are smaller/shorter than him ⟢ he can manhandle you and throw you around (can get you into any position without even trying) ⟢ his entire body covers yours no matter what ⟢ basically suffocates you but you don’t complain

⟢ not much to add to this because facts

⟢ he doesn’t really tease you about your height all the time like dean would (even if you’re like. barely shorter than him)

⟢ but oh my god it gets him going

⟢ he certainly enjoys manhandling, and loves it even more if you do too

⟢ like he doesn’t even have to be rough about it for it be hot to him (but if you’re cool with that let’s just say he is too)

⟢ doesn’t care how much smaller/shorter you are, you could be 6 foot and his size kink is still raging LOL

⟢ he just loves being bigger than you, in whatever sense that might be wink wink

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HANDS ⟢ need I say more? (I will) ⟢ again if you’re smaller than him, he loves the look of his hands on your body (especially around your neck) ⟢ choking kink? yes, but only if you’re into it (which I am LOL)

⟢ it’s not wise to get me started about his hands

⟢ i personally have a raging hand kink so. you know that’s cool

⟢ anyways! definitely loves the way his hands look on your, no matter if you’re smaller than him, he just wants to be touching you all the fucking time (but if you are smaller it totally contributes to the size kink)

⟢ i don’t think he’s into like hard choking all the time, but he does love to put a hand around your neck almost purely for the way it looks and the reaction it gets out of you

⟢ like i truly think this man is committed to anything and everything that gets you off to the extent that that same thing is also going to get him off

⟢ but uhm let’s get real about his hands!!

⟢ his fingering game is insane

⟢ and his fingers are just so thick and warm inside you grrrrr going feral

⟢ genuinely just stopped thinking because i can’t remember what else i was gonna put here!

⟢ uhmmmmmmmmmm mind goes blank

⟢ which he does love doing to you!!

⟢ oh! yeah once again, if you like it, he’s stuffing your mouth with his fingers too

⟢ he loves how dirty you look, his fingers in your mouth and drool starting to pool at the corner of your lips and the feeling of your tongue swirling around him and the fact that that alone makes you so fucking horny

⟢ he also loves the way his hand looks, cupping your face and making you look into his eyes as he whispers something dirty to you hdhdjsjh

⟢ oh and his his big hands pinning your wrists above your head !! loves the way you squirm against his hold

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possessive/marking ⟢ is sam the jealous type? not outwardly ⟢ but it translates into possessiveness ⟢ and believe that he’ll mark you up the first chance he gets. ⟢ sam is a feminist! (he took a woman and gender studies class at Stanford) but there is some switch in his brain that makes him go caveman and mark up you ⟢ he pretends to be sorry about it but he’s really satisfied and smug about it ⟢ also knowing it was HIM marking you up gets him going

⟢ mmmm yes yes yes

⟢ he can totally totally get possessive with you during sex esp if he’s feeling jealous about something

⟢ he’s very aware of your independence and autonomy obviously

⟢ but that doesn’t stop him from loving the fact you are his lover and you tell him that hehe

⟢ and he’s literally obsessed with you fr

⟢ and to the same extent that he loves you being his, he loves loves loves to be yours

⟢ so he loves marking both ways

⟢ he’s so proud of and cocky about the marks on you and on him

⟢ so yeah he totally wants your lips and tongue all over his neck

⟢ and then he’ll reciprocate it by ten fold

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certified muncher ⟢ i don’t make the rules but he loves going down on you ⟢ can make it torture for you (again depends on his mood) ⟢ either edges you for hours, or make you cum multiple times

⟢ certified muncher is the silliest and best way you could have put that HAHA

⟢ and you’re absolutely correct !!! i think there’s a general and accurate agreement within the fandom that sam loves eating pussy and he’s a fucking god at it‼️‼️‼️

⟢ not gonna go into too much detail but yeah

⟢ idk genuinely i think it’s one of his favorite things to do in the whole wide world

⟢ ask sam about his favorite hobbies and he’s like well i really like reading and eating pussy !! ☺️☺️

⟢ it goes along with his whole thing that he’s just obsessed with pleasing you

⟢ he’s so pussy drunk so fast it’s crazy

⟢ wants to hear every little nose when he has his face buried in between your legs like please please please don’t hold back

⟢ again he wants your hands tangled in your hair SO BAD especially when he eats you out

⟢ and yeah huge agree, he could go on forever which means mind blowing edging or mind blowing overstimulation lol

⟢ will eat you out until his jaw is too sore to keep going!!

⟢ his fingers plus tongue combo is deadly!

⟢ he knows your body and your pleasure so well and he loves you so much wow he’s so so obsessed with you fr

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a few of my other headcanons!

⟢ praise !!!!

⟢ sam is big on praise, once again both giving and receiving. he doesn't hesitate to tell you how good you're doing for him

⟢ how sweet and pretty you look for him, how good you're taking him

⟢ if you like it, plenty of “good girl/boy/whatever variation you like,” he uses any of those that he can get his hands on 

⟢ “that’s my baby, there you go. takin’ me so good, honey.”

⟢ all he wants in return is for you to tell him how good he’s making you feel

⟢ will more than happily let you call him “pretty boy” or “my pretty baby” all day and night long (moreso younger sam, and definitely call him handsome too)

⟢ oh and he’s got a dirty dirty mouth!!

⟢ someone needs to wash it out with soap, for real

⟢ he’s not always loud, but he can be, and he certainly would love for you to be as well

⟢ literally any indication that he’s making you feel good, he devours that like a man starved

⟢ loves loves loves to kiss you while doing the deed, wants to kiss you forever and ever

⟢ definitely loves to makeout a lot before sex because of that

⟢ and then just continue making out as much as possible

⟢ if he’s feeling soft and sentimental he’ll hold your hand while doing totally not soft things to you

⟢ there’s definitely more but i'll stop for now lolol

look at my lawyer dawg… I’m not going to jail but we’re getting freaky after court