“The Smut Writer’s Dictionary”

I haven't drawn fan art in ages, but I played a lot of Hogwarts Legacy during the vacations. I really liked the character of Ominis. Now fanfiction he's my guilty pleasure.

- 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒!

𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠!!!

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘚

𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ➵ @juneberrie

𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞 ➵ @//juneberrie

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @carpecaelo

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ➵ @11vr1

𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? ➵ @venoti

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ➵ @moralesie

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 ➵ @h0nology

𝐢’𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ➵ @8siangemini

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ➵ @feariteriu

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 ➵ @justyanle

𝐢’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @milesmolasses

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ➵ @fushigur0ll

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➵ @despairots

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ➵ @kombuuuu

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖’𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈

𝐮𝐡-𝐡𝐮𝐡 ➵ @l13

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ➵ @xkv

𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 ➵ @devilfic

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ➵ @arabaka

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞? ➵ @winterzsurprise

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ➵ @ichorai

𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ➵ @jupipedia

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ➵ @hoshigray

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 ➵ @devilishcupid

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ➵ @st4rymoon

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @basicinstnct

𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ➵ @nezuscribe

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ➵ @xbellaxcarolinax

𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ➵ @tusks-and-claws

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ➵ @certainlynotasimp

𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐲 ➵ @blackleatherjacketz

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ➵ @belliesy

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 ➵ @claw-deen

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @daisies-daydreams

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 ➵ @loganlermanstanaccount

𝘏𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕

𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ➵ @fusaes

𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 ➵ @dizscreams

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ➵ @//dizscreams

𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 ➵ @qtkoshi

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ➵ @vxmpjules

𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 ➵ @wingedsirens

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧 ➵ @love-bitesx

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 ➵ @redstarwriting

𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 ➵ @//carpecaelo

𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➵ @gh0stsp1d3r

𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ➵ @moralesluvr

𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ➵ @hanasnx

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 ➵ @aphrodite-feverdream

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐌, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐌, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @neo-nomatrix

𝘗𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘛𝘙 𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘉𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘈𝘙

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ➵ @gay-dorito-dust

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ➵ @uramakimochi

𝐢’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➵ @wingedsirens

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 ➵ @//the-dumpster-fire-of-life

𝐩𝐬 • 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 :)

babysitting :-)

doomed family

miguel's fav position is def mating press, but what about hobie. do u think he likes you on top so he can touch everywhere or on all fours, using his size to press against you?

hobie’s favorite position is… baby i’m drawing a blank i feel like he likes every single position like he just loves being inside you but if i had to choose… it’s either missionary with your legs over his shoulders or with you on top cause his dirty talk goes crazy with you on top 💯 you bein in control turns him on BAD so he’s literally encouraging you and telling you to take what you need and to ride him “just like that” and to “show me how much you love this dick, yeah?”

(bonus! he also rlly likes when you talk to him while he’s fucking your brains out. he’s all about your pleasure so over time he’s taught you to tell him when he’s doing something you rlly like. say he angles his hips a certain way. he presses up against your spot n you go crazy and start saying shit like “yeah, right there, feels so good” … he will go insane. makes sure he presses against that spot with every thrust and he’s moaning “yeah? right there? tell me how fuckin’ good it feels, love.”)

we used to be a happy family

[spoiler below]

why did you ruin it for us

That last story with the possessive/jealous Ominis was 💋👌🏻 I really enjoy your stuff 😁

Could I please request a scenario or HC of a really horny Ominis? He hasn’t slept with her yet but he keeps dreaming about taking MC to bed but since he always acts like a gentleman around her, she wouldn’t be used to seeing him this way and might be scared off. Maybe he talks to Sebastian about his dreams and he kinda pushes Ominis to finally do something about it?

I’m rambling so I’m sorry if it sounds complicated or too much, don’t feel obligated 😅

Thank you so much! 💖

Not rambling at all! I really like this idea! Something came to me, and I was giggling writing it 🤭 Hope it's at least something like what you wanted. It's a little NSFWish, so anyone reading, bare that in mind, It's just Ominis being an intense little Horn-dog talking with Seb🤣

Intense Feelings 💚

Ominis POV:

Another morning of waking up after having yet ANOTHER dream of MC, and not exactly cute little dreams of her..In my dreams I can hear her moaning my name, feeling her scratching at my back, feeling my cock being inside of her *deep sigh* it all feels and sounds so real to me, too real infact.. I was SICK to death of waking up in my own..Well..Mess..

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Ominis: *getting back into the dorm room after spending the morning with MC, he closes the door then leans his back and head against it letting out a frustrated sigh*

Sebastian: ....You ok there pal?

Ominis: Oh?! Sebastian..*clears his throat* I didn't know you'd be here.

Sebastian: Yeeeah, I dont have a class till 1pm..What's wrong?

Ominis: *blushing slightly his breathing a little heavy* I need to talk to someone or I'm going to fucking burst...

Sebastian: (?!) Wow *chuckles* then come on, sit over here with me, and talk, spill your mind.

Ominis: *sigh* Fine

Ominis quickly walked over and sat opposite Sebastian. He was fidgety, playing with his fingers.

Ominis: I..Erm..Keep having unsavoury dreams about MC..

Sebastian: ...Go on? *smirks*

Ominis: Sexual dreams..intense mind blowing dreams *frustrated growl* I can't bare it anymore Sebastian..I...I need to fuck her.

Sebastian: *chuckles* Jesus Ominis..I've never seen you so..Pent up!

Ominis: Sebastian I'm fucking hard ALL the time, I feel like my cock literally HURTS because I want her so bad..Spending time with her, smelling her, hearing her giggle, feeling her touch my arm or leg, GOD'S its unbearable at this point *let's out a pathetic cry* I'm..Urgh..I'm so fucking horny *slinks down in his chair, blushing wildly*

Sebastian: *wide eye'd blinking* Damn..You really are frustrated aren't you?

Ominis: I cannot breathe at time's..But I feel so...Gross and Dogish, all I want to do when I'm around her is rutt against her..*sigh*

Sebastian: Well..Then tell her you want to fuck? *smirks*

Ominis: (?!) I can't!!!

Sebastian: Why the hell not?! I've seen the way she is around you, and the way she looks at you..I've seen her blushing over you. She 100% wants it just as much as you do!

Ominis: I'm first and foremost a gentleman Sebastian, I can't just..Do what you're saying I should do..

Sebastian: a gentlemen? Pffft, right now I can see you literally shifting in your chair trying to cause friction in your pants *laughs*

Ominis: *let's out another pathetic whine then growls* I want her so baaaaaaaad..But I'm scared my intense horniness may make her think differently of me.

Sebastian: Tell you what..Ask her out to a drink at the Three Broomsticks? Have a nice time with her, try and control yourself a little, get all cosy in a corner, maybe rent the room upstairs? Honestly Ominis, she wants it too, trust me. Let the night flow, and you'll have your dick wet in no time *smirks*

Ominis: *sigh* ..Really?

Sebastian: Yes.

Ominis: ....Really really?!

Sebastian: YES! *laughs*

Ominis: .....Ok *stands* I'll..I'll ask her on a date of sorts, and I guess I'll just hope the night goes well?

Sebastian: It willlllllll! *smiles*

Ominis: *goes to leave*

Sebastian: Oh are you going to go and ask her out right now?!

Ominis: Well..First off of all I'm going to sort out THIS thing *points to his crotch with a frown*

Sebastian: *chuckles*

Ominis: Then I will..

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. . . your toxic boyfriend

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Come Back

pairing : sam monroe x gn!reader | wc : 2.9k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : No one's really there for him, except you. So after his night with one of Josh's clients, he looks for comfort in the way only you know how.

warnings : sam and user are in college, prostitution and drugs, internalized homophobia, toxic masculinity and slut shaming, hurt and comfort, smut, unhealthy coping skills, relationship is sort of toxic, sam is bipolar coded, oral ( m receiving ), degredation

a/n : sammy my beloved <3; tw for literally any of what was mentioned in the warnings.

You’re at your dorm room in bed with Sam, sat on his lap as he smokes a cigarette you stole from your step mom this morning. His eyes shut and his taps his foot along to the drums of the song playing on your stereo right now, one hand on the cigarette and the other on your waist, rubbing at you softly. You can hear one of your roommates banging at your door to try and get you to turn the music down but Sam just turns it up to drown her out.

You carefully outline his eyes with your eyeliner pencil and he’s perfectly pliant for you, letting you twist and turn his head without too much of a struggle. “Which band is this again?” You ask as you keep working.

Sam opens one of his eyes, and looks at you before grumbling, “A Perfect Circle.” He shifts his shoulders slightly and blows out his smoke before he talks again. “You almost done yet?”

“Yeah, just let me…” You murmur before you smear his eyeliner for him, when you're done, you lean in to kiss his forehead and his hands slide up to your chest. 

“Thanks babe.” Sam whispers, kissing you quickly on the lips before letting his hands slip below the hem of you shirt, deepening the kiss as he pulls you to him. You drop your eyeliner to hold him to you by the back of his head. As your tongues dance, you taste the lingering smoke in his mouth and his hands grab at your belt loops, holding you to his hips. Slowly, he starts to grind up against you, making you moan. He holds back a groan by sucking a hickey on your chest, a smirk lining his face when you gasp in surprise.

After another minute, his phone rings and he checks the caller before he all but shoves you to the side and stands up to answer it. As he starts to speak in a hushed tone over the phone, you look up at him, feeling upset that he was starting something he wasn’t finishing. You listen in closely and you know what he’s doing, his whispers of “only once” and a frustrated groan of “either 300 bucks or the weed?”

So when you hear him start to say goodbye, you loop two fingers through the top of his shorts, smirking up at him. “Sam… finish what you started.” You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Lay off of me, I got things to do.” He says, pushing you off of him. You were used to his mood swings and moodiness, so you reach out and hold onto the hem of his shirt, trying to keep him close. “Where are you going?”

Sam groans and pulls at your hands. When you let go, so does he, so he turns to stare at you, his face inches from yours. “You can't keep me here, you know.”

“Can’t I try?” You murmur, grazing your lips against his

“You're persistent, aren't you?” He says, shutting his eyes as he runs his hands through your hair, leaning in for a long kiss. As soon as you kiss back, his grip tightens on the back of your head, allowing him to take control of the kiss.

“Don’t go meet up with Josh” You whisper softly, resting your forehead on his. “I know you need something, but maybe we can find something else.”

“You're cute but naive. We can't afford weed or anything else.” He says, his voice flat and his tone serious. “Josh doesn't have money but he does have drugs. And since I'm out of them, I need to get more.” He lean in as he moves his lips to your neck.

“But hes gonna…” You start but he cuts you off.

“He’s gonna pimp me out to some guy. Just gotta be some guy's bitch for 2 hours and I’ll get enough weed for a week. Just once, just this one time.” He murmurs, licking at your neck before he pull away, staring down at you. “I don't have any other choice. If I want to get my fix, then I do it or I don't get anything. It's my only option.”

“Just, be careful.” You murmur softly, kissing him again. “Come back here after, I'll be here waiting for you.”

“I'll be back in a few.” He says, straightening up, putting on his jacket and walking to the door. Then he pulls it open, walks out of your dorm and to Josh’s car. You can see Josh’s smarmy face from your window and he recognizes you, waving at you with a smile. You give him the finger before you wait to see Sam get in and leave.

A few hours later, the sun has disappeared and the night sky is visible. A car passes the dorm, then stops. And Sam gets out and walks up to the door, getting all the way to your room and knocking. “Y/N, are you here?” I wait a few seconds before trying again. “Y/N!”

After a second, you make it to the door and open it up. You’re just in your pajamas and your roommates are in the common room, looking over. “Sam.” You whisper breathlessly, looking him over.

“Hey.” He murmurs as he stands outside the door, visibly exhausted after what he went through. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He looks down, ashamed, knowing you saw him come out of a man's car.

“C'mon” You whisper, taking his hand and leading him over to your room and he follows you, sitting on the bed as you start to look for an extra towel and clothes for him. After a few minutes of silence, but Sam breaks it. “Do you still think less of me for what I did earlier?”

“No.” You whisper, exasperated. You drop what you’re holding and move over to him, cradling his face and kissing his cheek softly. He smiles hesitatingly, placing his hands on your hips as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. He pulls you tighter into his arms, kissing you deeply and passionately. 

Sam’s mind is all over the place. He can feel the bag of weed in his jacket pocket but all he thinks about is the shame and the mans hands as they grabbed at him. When he shuts his eyes, its like he’s back in the car, feeling the old fuck’s thick fingers pawing at him. He had his own partner already, and they tried. They didn’t want him to go. Was some weed worth this? 

As he sits, Sam starts to subconsciously tug at his clothes in discomfort. When you notice this, you get all of the supplies you gathered and sit next to him. “You should take a shower.” You say gently, before giving him another one last kiss and stand up to find a towel for him.

He gives a sad grin at you over his shoulder, taking the towel. Then he goes shower and lingers under the hot water, cleaning the stench of the other man off him and leaning against the cool tile to cry. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t cry in front of you. Then he would be proving his asshole stepdad right, he’d be some fucking sissy. He punches at the tiles to distract himself before he takes a breath and focuses on finishing up. When Sam’s done, he towels himself dry and heads back to your room, smiling when he spots you laying on your twin sized mattress listening to music with your eyes shut to bide the time until he gets back. 

Be a man. Sam thinks to himself. Be a man. He watches you for a moment before getting dressed and laying down next to you with a sigh. Be a man. Be strong. She wont love you if you’re not tough. He scoots in behind you and softly kisses the back of your neck, laying his head next to yours. “Are you mad at me?” He places a hand on your hip, drawing your body closer to his.

When you realize that he’s back you pull of your headphones and toss them across the bed. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Um…” He mutters, trying to remember what bullshit you told him about taking a breath and saying what you feel. “I have the feeling you think less of me for what I did today…” He whispers his lips lingering on the nape of your neck.

“I don’t.” You murmur, one of your hands brushing against his hand, causing him to nuzzle in closer to you. “I just don’t wanna push you do do anything you might not want to do. Sometimes… people need time before they feel comfortable being affectionate.”

“I’m not a bitch. If I wanna kiss you and touch you, I’ll fucking do it.” He growls against your neck, shutting his eyes as he leans his head into your neck, enjoying the warmth radiating off of you, his hands slide under the hem of your shirt, cool hands warming up as he rests them on your midriff. You let out a quiet hiss at his hands before you whisper.

“I care about you, Sam.” You whisper, letting him rest against you and staying still as he continues to readjust his body feeling out of place and wrong no matter how he rests against her. As he keeps moving, his frustration starts to bubble. Why wasn’t he able to just get comfortable, they had been dating for over a year, they’ve done this enough times for it to  make sense. “Sammy?” You ask quietly.

“Shut your trap! Can’t you see I’m trying to get comfortable?” He shouts before he moves away from you, facing the wall and resting his head in his hands.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I needed the money, and that was the only way I could get it. But I feel dirty. I feel ashamed. Like I cant even look at you.” He grumbles, tears in his eyes. “I don't want you to hate me…”

“I don’t hate you.” You whisper, sitting up and crawling to his side, lifting his head to yours and kissing him gently. Instantly, he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you to him. He closes his eyes, laying his head against your chest. 

“I'll be better. I promise I won't do any of this anymore... I just-” He sniffles, wiping his tears. “I just needed money. I didn't want to do it.”

“I know.” You say calmly, rubbing his back. “Do you feel like… emasculated?”

He stays quiet and takes a breath, trying to contain his emotions. “Yeah. I feel emasculated. I feel humiliated, disgusted with myself, dirty. It's just- I just feel so bad about myself.”

You stay silent for a moment, but slowly, he starts to turn to you. “I want to... I want to feel powerful again. I want to not feel like this anymore. I want to be in control.” He murmurs, tugging you to him again, his hands sliding up your pajama shirt as he tugs you on his lap. “Please?” He groans, leaning up to nibble on your collarbone, kissing his way up to the spot right under your ear, kissing you softly.

“Okay.” You murmur, reaching down to rub his shoulders gently. His eyes light up once you agree and he slowly kisses his way down your neck, gently biting you. His hands hold on your waist, pulling you tighter to him before he tugs your shirt off, throwing it across the room. 

“Did ‘ya know you taste really fucking sweet?” He whispers before he pulls you into a kiss, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth, hands grabbing at your waist. When he pulls away, you're both panting and he goes in again, biting at your lip and tongue, relishing in the way you jump and squeak. “You taste like mint and- uh… mint and”

“Coconut?” You offer, grinding your hips onto his, gasping as you feel his hardening member hit your thigh.

“Did I ask you?” Sam grunts as he tugs your hair back to kiss at your neck, sucking in hickeys across the base of your neck. “But yeah, coconut. Thanks babe.”

You beam with pride as he smiles, before he pulls you forward again and whispers in your ear. “You wanna make me feel in control? Wanna help me feel better? Get on your fucking knees and open your whore mouth.”

With a light push at your shoulders you get up and sit betweens Sam’s legs at the edge of your bed. You watch wordlessly as he unzips his pants, and stands to let his baggy shorts drop to his ankles. Once they pool on the ground, he sits and guides your head to him and you take a breath as you look at the sheer size of him, your mouth watering. You move on your own, your hands moving to give him a few quick strokes and watching as his eyes narrow at you and his chin juts out.

“What, you scared? Need me to hold your hand? Tell you how its done? We both know you’ve done this before, slut. I bet I’m not even in the first 20, probably not even the first 40.” He hisses at you, before you lean in and lick his tip, your eyes still looking up at him. Slowly, you start to slide him in your mouth and that earns you a groan, one of his hands, covered in a bunch of bracelets rushes to your head, gently rubbing your head as you ease him into your mouth.

You want to smile at him, but you focus on letting your mouth adjust, your nose resting against his trimmed pubes and the end of his cock hitting the back of your throat. No matter how mean he got with his words, his actions showed how he felt. He never rushed you, he wanted to make sure you were okay. And for a moment, you shut your eyes, letting him rub your scalp before you start to pull back, hollowing your cheeks as you find your rhythm. 

“Fuck.” Sam groans, his head falling back as he lets out a breath, only for his breathing to pick up. His eyes screw shut as he continues to rub your hair gently. “Perfect. Keep going.” He says breathlessly, and you watch him through half-lidded eyes. You hum and his hand grabs your hair tightly as his hips roll into your mouth on their own, set into motion by feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You keep moving, picking up speed as you listen to Sam’s groans and pants, and when you feel him start to tense up, you pull him out of his mouth. As you start stroking him until he cums on your face in thick ropes, you smile as you listen to his drawn out moans and gasps for air, giggling to yourself as the warm fluid hits your face and bare chest. Sam’s head is thrown back and you can see he’s smiling up at the ceiling, coming down from his high.

Once he’s drained, he lifts your chin and taps two of his fingers against your lips, smirking once you take them in your mouth. “Make sure you get them wet enough. Don’t need my little slut crying about how I didn't stretch them enough.”