A/N: Oh shit sis, we’re getting pretty darn naughty with Sammy here. And also, this should be rather called “Headcanon full of Lana Del Rey songs references”, because oh boy.
To my one and only, @missdictatorme . I am through seriously weird times rn, I’m sick, depression got a hold on me and I hope that this will make you smile a bit, baby.
Tagging: @bechobbi
Mood for this chapter: Daddy by Sakima, my gay queer queen. Or, if you’re feeling more sensual, Sacrifice by the amazing Black Atlass, featuring Jessie Reyzer.
So you don’t jump at the opportunity straight away.
You were freaking out internally, girl. Like seriously what the fuck just happened?
But he was more than willing to remind you again.
“So we’re not behaving today? You want me to get some tools and help you to change your mind?”
“Oh no.”
“Oh no, what?”
And damn bitch you know at that moment that you’re fucked. In deep shitty water my love.
“Oh no, please daddy.”
“Now we’re behaving, aren’t we? So panties down and skirt up. Go on, I’m waiting.”
So that was his way of negotiation.
And you would die if you say that you don’t like. Just admit it. You’re in love with his sassy behavior.
So you did what he wanted. Panties down and skirt up. Is that your new catchphrase?
So you climbed on his lap like a little sheep you are; not like dumb but like nice and everything.
At first, he smoothed your skin with his hand and his lip, slowly kissing it with grace as if he was worshiping you like a goddess you are, my little baby.
And the first one came, the first slap directed on your ass.
And oh boy it hurts.
Well, you should behave right at that party, darling.
This is the punishment you deserve.
But don’t fool me or you, you moaned loudly. And we both know that.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Alright.”
“Alright?”
“Alright, daddy.”
And therefore goes another slap. And another. And oh boy, another.
It slowly went from a hard spanking session with daddy Sammy™ to a fucking hot make-out session with caring Samuel™.
“How’s that ass doing?”
“Jesus fuck, don’t you dare to touch it. It hurts like a butt cheek on a stick!” (Another vine reference, am I even normal? No, I’m not.)
“Well, behave next time we’re out and we can be more gentle, princess.”
“Oh, so you think you can make rules now?”
And you would swear you didn’t see a cockier smile on anybody’s lips ‘till that day.
He didn’t think he can make rules, he knew it.
You were too sweet and innocent to hide things like this in front of his eyes. And he was a serious bastard too.
“Well if you’re in such a position to make your own rules, why aren’t you fucking me right now? I’m curious.”
“Because you had too many things to go through today. I don’t want to destroy you completely.”
“Well, I think that I’m capable of fucking you like a man you are.”
And that little shit just smiled when you sat on his lap, completely on display with everything you had, and slowly smoothed your face.
“So she’s capable of fucking me like the man I am.”
“Stop repeating. This isn’t funny.”
“No. That is a serious thing you said and I think that you don’t completely understand what you’re up to.”
“You can be the boss, daddy.”
“I can be the boss tomorrow, my little bird.”
Ok. That was a seriously sweet and meaningful nickname he gave you and you started to drip on his tight black tuxedo trousers.
Birds meant literally everything for him.
He looked up to them when he was behind the bars of Panamian jail. He watched as they flew around so full of life, so reckless and so free.
That’s how he got his tattoo, just by the way. He wished to be a bird for such a long time.
Well not right now, because there was a mess of adoring and horniness right on his lap.
And Jesus, that little shit enjoyed himself that much, that this much fun should be illegal.
“Let me take a few painkillers and let’s go to sleep.”
“So you won’t fuck me?”
“Aren’t you a little greedy beast? I can fuck you all day tomorrow if you let me sleep properly tonight. Don’t forget that I drank.”
He was right, as always, so you climbed down a bit disappointed, but you dressed to your fav PJ’s and when you came back to his bedroom, he already seems to be asleep.
Even though you climbed next to him, lying in a social accepting space between your bodies.
And Sammy the sleepy boi™ slowly hugged your waist as you covered both of you with a blanket. It was a sweet gesture.
Well he had like a fucking ton and you couldn’t breathe properly, but it was sweet.
You hugged him back in a protecting gesture, slowly caressing his hair.
“I was worried that I’ll have to go to your room for you.”
“Why?”
“You think that I would let my little girl sleep all alone when the storm can come anytime soon?”
“I would fight on my own, no worries.”
“I would miss you here. I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.”
And with that, he thrifts to a glare of dreams (seriously, a Spyro reference? Jesus, just crucify me rn.)
And you were shook sis. Just shook.
You were living for that night.
Men before him were trash, we don’t care about those bitches. But he? He was a whole new level.
And as he promised, so he did.
Samuel’s fingers slowly traveling on your thighs were the thing that woke you up in the morning.
Samuel was a sly fox. Oh boy, he was.
He wasn’t doing anything explicit really, he was smoothing you over the PJ.
“Where is that hand traveling, Sammy?”
“That hand is discovering a long lost territory and recovering a royal jewel of the ancient Maya nation. Let me do my work and just shut up for a moment, little girl.”
“Do your thing, daddy.”
And his whole face just disappeared under the blankets just between your legs.
And he was seriously well at bilingual talking - his French was perfect. (if ya know what I mean)
And didn’t that sneaky boi lived for eating women out - and especially you.
You didn’t care about anything when his tongue tasted your perfect flavor, you were moaning out loud, screaming his name and just pulling his hair out.
He thought you’re in whole another dimension.
“Why did you stop?”
“I was afraid that you fainted.”
So you pull his head back to where it belongs, just letting him lick you like fucking ice cream.
What a sly fox.
He was training hard, oh he did.
And now it was paying off.
You two were in the bed for a whole day. And get off only if necessary - on his smoking pauses and when you needed to pee or eat/drink.
And let me say you almost destroyed the bed during that heavy fucking session you had.
At the end of the day, you were just two lost souls melting into one for a moment - and you could be sure, my love, that this was only the sweet begging.
The Stubborn, the Headstrong and the Persistent (Sam Drake x Reader) - Chapter 1
Summary: AU where Sam is the CEO of a big marketing company and he also has an 11 years old son. Sam is very busy with work, usually staying in his office late in the afternoon, sometimes even at the evenings, attending meetings and dinners, while he hires nanny after nanny to watch his son, but they all quit after a few days. Will a certain smartass, irritating, insuffarable neighbour be the solution to the problem? Well, as much as he hates it, yes, yes she will.
A/N: So, here is the first chapter. It is more like a short prologue /pilot thingy, introducing the characters and showing you the basic tone of the fic. And yes, that’s baby Tom Holland. I thought he could pass as Sam’s son. Please tell me if you’re interested in the story and wanna be tagged. I’m not promising fast updates, though
Also, I decided to post this because I’ve realized that yesterday was Samuel’s nameday (I think namedays are only a thing in our country), so it’s my present to one of my favourite characters and his fans (Samuel in hunagrian is Sámuel)
I’m posting this from my phone, so sorry if something is messed up
Warnings: Cursing
Words:~1200
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You smiled up to the sky as the spring sunrays hit your face, eyes blocked by your cheap shades you got from a local market on sale. Your light grey sweatpans were a little bit too loose, needing to be readjusted on your hips after every few steps, and your baggy plain white shirt had a small hole at your right hip, thanks to the crazy female husky you were walking on the street in the quiet suburban area. It wasn’t the best place but much better than the ghetto your stepmom managed to get you and your step-sisters out from.
Sure, your new house needed repairing, compared to the other ones on the street it was far the worst looking one, especially it was in deep contrast with the one which was across from yours, which belonged to some white middle-aged rich man. He was probably some CEO or some fancy sonofabitch, if his clean and sharp business-clothes and his hybrid Lexus were any indicatiors.
As you neared his house during your walk, you took a disgusted look at it, totally not fueled by jealousy and empty from any envious feelings.
You jumped back and pulled on the leash when you heard a loud car horn go off next to you, and you immediately frowned when you saw the fancy silver car.
“Sure, go ahead and ran over me and my dog!” - you yelled loudly so he can hear it clearly behind his pulled up windows too.
You saw him roll his eyes as his window rolled down and he leaned a little outside.
“I will if you don’t watch where you step!”
“Looks like my dog isn’t the only one who needs a leash!” - you growled.
“Looks like…” - he commented with an annoyed tone, then he motioned for you to go first with a clearly fake smile.
You made a face and showed him your middle finger, keeping eye contact with him as you walked past his car, and you saw him mouth “classy”, then he pulled up to his driveway.
“Fucking asshole.” - you said as you continued with your late afternoon walk.
“Annoying harpy.” - Sam growled as he got out of his car and looked after you, then he turned to look at the house across from his where he knew you were living.
It wasn’t in the best shape, which wasn’t a surprise, since it was empty for about two years and its previous owner didn’t really took care of it either. The neighbourhood sighed equally in relief when they heard someone was finally moving in, but the hope quickly faded when they saw the family was… Well, let’s just say, the members didn’t look better than the house itself.
The black middle aged woman seemed nice enough, she greeted the passersby with a friendly smile, and the black little girl and the white one who were both around his son’s age looked cute too, but you on the other hand… You and your family moved in about a month ago, and Sam hadn’t see you much but when he did, you were either wearing that - what the kids call - resting bitch face or you were zooming out with a weird expression. He wanted to say it looked like a smile, but it was a little bit weirder.
He heard laughter from the house he was watching and soon the screen door opened with a horrible creeking noise, and the black and the white girl both ran out shooting each other with waterguns. He saw as the black woman walked out too, and when she noticed Sam looking she waved.
Sam was spooked at first, he didn’t know he was that obvious with his staring, but he waved back, taking one last look at the woman who sat down on a chair which was next to the door on the porch and started reading a book.
Well, a family of four moved in and only one of them was an asshole, that’s a good thing right?
He locked his car and walked in his house. He pulled off his dark blue business jacket and loosened his black tie, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt and the ones on his wrists too, then rolled up the sleeves to his elbows.
“Lucas! You still didn’t do your homework! Your dad’s gonna be angry at the both of us!” - Sam heard as Cindy, the nanny yelled.
He arrived home about an hour sooner than usual, which was really rare, and looks like she didn’t hear him open the front door.
“I don’t care! I hope he fires you, I hate you anyways!” - he heard his son’s reply, making his eyes widen.
“Hey!” - he said loudly as he walked in the livingroom.
“Mr. Drake?”
“Dad?”
Sam looked between the young blonde woman and his son with short brown curls.
“Why did you say you hate her? Apologize!” - Sam said confused, but he was calm.
“No! She’s always bossing me around, I don’t have a minute to fucking…!”
“Language!” - Sam said, raising his tone.
He just arrived home from a stressful day at work, had an unpleasant encounter with his annoying neighbour, and he has to deal with drama even in his own home.
“I don’t care! I spend six hours every day in school learning, I wanna hang out just a little before I’m forced to do the piles of homework! But no! She just yells at me all the time "Lucas do this, Lucas do that!”, just like the others! They’re not my mom, you’re not my mom, so how about you shut up!“ - Lucas yelled, his face getting red.
"Lucas! You apologize right now!” - Sam raised his voice even more, taking a few steps closer to him.
“No!” - his son shouted, then ran upstairs, his door slamming shut with a loud bang.
Sam let out a big sigh, then ran a hand through his hair.
“He is like this every minute of every day. I’m sorry Mr. Drake, but I can’t do this anymore!” - Cindy said as she walked next to him.
“I’m sorry.” - Sam said as he pulled out his purse from his pocket and paid her.
She just nodded and took the money. Sam lead her out and when he was about to close the door, he saw you standing several feet from him on the sidewalk, watching with your shades pulled down to the tip of your nose as the upset nanny stormed to her car and got in, slamming the door.
You looked back at Sam with a wide smile giving him the thumbs up, signaling that you heard everything.
“Oh, get lost!” - he growled annoyed and you burst out laughing.
“Someone already did!” - you said looking towards the nanny, then you turned around with a wave and walked to your home, while the nanny drove off.
Sam looked up to the sky, shighing loudly, then closed the door.
