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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits || Sam Drake x fem!reader

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Summary: Sam is the oldest of the Drake brothers, and you happen to have a major crush on him. When the opportunity arises, you'll use all of your skills to get to know Samuel better and deeper.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1200

Author: Bear

A/N: The prompt for today is: Creampie

You dealt with Nathan's older brother, Samuel Drake, many times before. Although he was always kind to you and offered a lot of support if needed, his attitude towards his younger brother's best friend was far from friendly from time to time - it rather looked like he wanted to devour you. Men paid attention to you because you were young with an attractive body, always dressed in fitted clothes that accentuated every single curve of your figure, hugging your ass, thighs, and boobs nicely. You came to Drakes' apartment that day for you had found a clue to another mission: finding a flooded cave where some old artifacts were likely hidden by corsairs centuries ago. Your outfit consisted of a white shirt and plaid short skirt, white sneakers, and thigh-high black socks.

You were welcomed by Sam, who informed you that Nathan was away - younger Drake and Sully were apparently already heading to the cave. With hungry eyes, you surveyed Sam's features as he explained the next steps to you so eagerly. Despite his late 30s, Samuel Drake was tall and handsome, with a well-defined jawline and dark hair that was always messy but brushed back as neatly as possible. Another thing that turned you on to him was his eagerness for adventures. "Sam, may I ask you a question?" You interrupted him, your tone innocent and sweet.

He nodded, "Sure."

Your blunt question prompted you to walk closer to him, "When was the last time you were with a woman?"

He appeared to be blushing, suggesting that it had been a while for him, so you only smirked. "How would you react if I asked you to fuck me right now, right here?"

"Uhm," he started, his tone a little hesitant. Sam reached out to rub his nape, his eyes lowered as he looked at the floor of his little, messy room. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N," he said. "We're friends, though."

Your hips swung temptingly, just for him, as you got closer to him. "Don't be shy, Sam, I've seen you eat me with your eyes many times before."

Older Drake blushed harder. "Uhm, Y/N..."

Your eyebrows rose at him. He felt your hand running up his leg until you grasped at his cock through his pants after standing right by his side. You smirked at him, "Well, so we have a problem because I want your cock in me, Drake."

His eyes looked down at you; he could feel his brain handing the wheel over to his dick; he knew it was wrong - and risky - but right and wrong ceased to matter when you both wanted it, and this was what he sensed in you. Primal urges were taking over and convincing him that he had to mate, reproduce, above all else.

Sam breathed heavily, "I don't have any condoms."

Putting both of your hands on his belt, you unbuckled it, pulled it off, held it to the side, and dropped it. You didn't even look at him. "I don't fucking care, Drake."

After hearing his belt hit the ground, Sam acted; he couldn't take it anymore. Sam threw his morals aside and threw his face at yours; he grabbed you by the cheeks and slipped his tongue into your mouth, offering you a deep and passionate kiss.

Immediately, you began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed your back towards the desk; you tripped over it and sent papers flying everywhere. Sam then grabbed your hips and lifted you up to the desk. After undoing the last button, his shirt parted, but he kept it on, unlike yours which he eagerly lifted over your head, exposing your big, young tits.

After lightly tickling your nipple with his tongue, Sam put your areola in his mouth, trying to engulf as much of it as possible, grunting as he did, sending vibes through your body.

"Yeah, just like that," you moaned. There was no doubt in my mind that you fucking wanted this, Drake."

It caused him to give you the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever experienced.

Your panty-clad cunt ached against the fabric of Sam's pants as you spread your legs and pulled him closer to you, licking his well-defined jawline.

Sam pulled your skirt a little up and yanked your panties down and off one leg so that they clung to your other thigh. He grunted in anticipation at the sight: you were completely shaven with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit, and your skin around your mound was lighter - clearly highlighted by your tan lines. His zipper was pulled open, and he pulled out his hard, heavy cock; he rubbed it up and down your wet pussy until it was covered in your juices. Sam guided his eager dick with one hand while holding you with the other. As it went in, you both gasped in unison. His pleasure rushed over him as he entered the tightest, littlest, teenage twat that he'd ever experienced; Sam thrust his cock in and held your face with both hands; his head rested against yours as your lust-filled eyes met.

The cunt held Sam firmly, milking him with a vice-like grip while he slid his dick up and down against the bumpy, narrow walls. Each thrust was more blissful than the last, each thrust faster than the one before.

"Yeah, that's it," you moaned, rolling your head back, grasping at your boob with one hand. "Faster! Fuck me like you want to, Drake! Fuck me like I know you want to!"

While your tits bounced up and down, Sam pounded your sweet, little pussy into oblivion, causing you both to grunt and groan with each plunge. He was being pampered in every way: the taste of your sticky saliva on his tongue, the sight of your gorgeous, young body gleaming with sweat, the sound of your cute voice moaning, the intoxicating smell of your sweet musk, and most of all, the sensation of your tiny, young, wet cunt pulling on his throbbing cock. Sam grunted in a husky voice, "I'm gonna cum."

"It would be really hot if you came inside me," you panted, licking your lower lip.

A long, almost whiny groan escaped Sam's lips. "You shouldn't say things like that, doll."

You giggled mischievously, "Why not? You never cum in a girl before?"

That fucking last line sent him over the edge; suddenly he was cumming even faster and harder than he had expected. He held your hips and slowed his fast pounding to rhythmic thrusts that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over him as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside your womb - painting your pink walls white with warm, thick semen of his.

With one final thrust, Sam buried himself balls-deep inside of you until every last drop of hot, salty cum was out of him. Sam watched as thick, gooey ropes of sperm oozed out of your swollen, reddened cunt as he slowly pulled out. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't believe we did that."

Your coos were affectionate as you stroked Sam's cheek. "I won't tell anyone that you had me.”

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sicparvismorrigan · 2 years

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When Your Line Is Crossed - Chapter 6

Your new neighbour is pretty fit, and the walls are pretty thin…

Sam Drake/Uncharted/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 2nd person female reader

Warnings: very nsfw (this chapter not thaaat naughty)

Wordcount: ~10.5k (6 Chapters) [incomplete]

Tagging: @bluewingedangel @killergoddessmm @marshmallow--3 @mrob-dream if you want added or removed let me know!

Heavily inspired by the song I Get Off by Halestorm

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Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

*BANG BANG BANG*

Rhythmic thumping pulls you abruptly from your dreams. You grumble and try to drag the pillow over your head to block it out. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was Sam next door, going at it yet again.

A wave of embarrassment drowns you as you remember exactly what happened last night. The noises you made. The noises you both made. You moaned his name. When he was with someone else. That’s a line you just don’t cross.

Reaching for your phone, you notice with some relief you’ve slept in later than usual. You wouldn’t dare go out on the balcony this morning, should you bump into You-Know-Who. Maybe you can browse for a new apartment later, give notice, pack your things, leave the country, who knows?

*BANG BANG BANG*

The second time it happens you realise the noise isn’t a headboard slamming into the drywall next to you, instead it’s coming from the outside door of your apartment.

Must be the landlord. He has a habit of turning up whenever he feels like without any warning. Gas check this. Water check that. You secretly think it’s weird, a little creepy even, but you don’t want to give him any reason to bump your rent, so you smile sweetly and put up with it.

You throw on a baggy hoodie to cover yourself, in your sleep-addled state not thinking to check if it definitely is the landlord first before opening up.

“Hi, ye-“

“Morning, neighbour!” Sam greets you cheerily, grinning from ear to ear.

Instantly, you are wide awake.

“Nope!” You try to slam the door in his face, but he’s too quick for you. With barely an inch left before it shuts he blocks the opening with his boot and leans his full weight against it. You struggle briefly before realising the cheap-ass door will probably give out before he does. The man is solid.

“Aw c’mon, try harder, baby!” Sam’s laughing at your efforts. It’s all just a game to him.

I will not cave. I will not cave. Sweet talk will not work this time.

Shit why is he calling me baby now?

“What do you want?” You yell at him.

“Can I have some sugar?”

You don’t believe what you just heard. The nerve of him. Something snaps. You stop pushing back, swinging the door open wide and glaring at him. “Very funny. Is that some kind of a sick joke?”

You are so not in the mood for his sense of humour right now.

Sam turns serious in the blink of an eye when he realises you aren’t taking it well. “No, sweetheart. I genuinely need some sugar. I’m all out.”

“Hmmm...” You’re watching him suspiciously, waiting for his ‘ha, gotcha!’ that never comes.

Hard to Handle by Otis Redding is faintly drifting down the hallway towards the pair of you.

…but I can love you better than him…

“Swear it. Cross my heart.” In a way, his sincerity is worse than his humour.

“Why, because you used it all last night?” That comes out a little sharp, double meaning dripping heavily from your words.

He shouldn’t be calling you sweetheart anyway, you are clearly not his sweetheart.

“No, because this morning I made enough coffee for you too, y’know…it was kinda nice, yesterday, talking, out there, with the sunrise-“ His voice is quiet and low.

Goddammit.

“-I thought, I hoped you’d show, and then you didn’t, so I got worried.”

“You were worried about me? You barely know me.”

“Alright, alright. I guess, concerned, is maybe a better word.” Sam stops to lean against the frame. “And as for barely knowing you, I’d like to change that, if it wasn’t already obvious.”

“Ugh.” You scoff before you can stop yourself. “You know way too much already.”

“Seriously? Are you okay?” He cocks his head and looks hard at you, while you avert your eyes down to an interesting scuff on the ground. “Oh…I get it. Is this about last night? Look, we’re both adults. It’s no big deal.”

Really? That’s it? No big deal. It’s that easy for him?

Sam continues. “If it helps, you sounded adorable.”

Oh jeez.

You make a show of rubbing your sleepy face to cover your embarrassment. “Yeah, that really doesn’t help.”

He shrugs. “Eh, then I got nothin’. Except coffee, so…ya want some?”

“Ummm…” You swither, apparently a few microseconds too long for Sam’s patience.

“Look, honestly, I’m kinda getting mixed signals here. If you’re dead set on avoiding me, why’d you open the door?”

“Oh, uh-“ Your turn to shrug. “I thought you might be my landlord, sometimes he just shows up, and…yeah-“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam holds up a hand to stop you. “He just comes in here without calling ya first?”

He looks less than pleased when you nod mutely. Then, like flicking a switch, his expression darkens. He seems really pissed off, and you can see a different side of him. One you would never dare do wrong in a million years. It makes you tighten your grip on the doorknob. It makes you want to run. When he speaks his voice is cold, friendly Sam long gone.

“Next time he pulls that shit, you call me first before you answer him, okay? That ain’t right, you in here by yourself…”

Once you mm-hm your agreement, Dangerous Sam vanishes in a flash and your smirking neighbour is back again. You aren’t quite sure what to make of the behavioural one-eighty, but he’s probably right. Confirming what you’ve always felt but been too nervous to do anything about.

Fuck, him being so protective of you does make your heart flutter a little.

Maybe it is no big deal, your little outburst in bed. Despite everything that’s happened between you already, he is definitely the least troublesome neighbour you’ve ever known.

And the best-looking.

God, he smells amazing.

Sure it was embarrassing, for both of you, but he clearly doesn’t care, maybe you shouldn’t either. Shit happens.

“Anyway, I’ll make coffee…again. If you feel like joining me, I’d be honoured.” He turns to leave.

“Sam?” You call after him.

“Yeah, angel?”

“Don’t you need that sugar first?”

“Shoot, yeah…” For a second his self-assured air slips away and he loses his cool just a fraction. “Uh…Ya got some?”

“Maybe.” It’s your turn to lean casually against the door. No big deal you say, Sam?

He just blinks at you when you show no signs of moving. “Can you…go get it?”

“If you say please.”

“Huh?” Exactly the same tone as last night, when he heard you moaning through the wall, which makes your nerves wobble (after all, what the Hell are you doing?) but your mouth curves into a smile and you keep going.

“Say please.”

“Ah, shit…Please.” The word is clearly an effort. “I’ll pay you back, one way or another.”

“No rush.” You somehow sound breezy despite your racing pulse. Is this still flirting? Or is it foreplay?

“I will, I’m a man of my word.” He leans in close and everything outside of the two of you dissolves away. “I told you. Knock on my door and ask. Anything you need. Anything.”

You remember every detail of the earlier conversation you had when Sam offered to ‘help you out’ with your needs.

“We’ll see. And I told you Sam, if anyone was knocking and asking for stuff, it was going to be you!”

Damn, that little win felt good.

“Jeez-“ He remembers too. Sam turns away out into the hall and runs a hand through his hair before coming back to you. “That’s good, that’s cute. You’re sharp. C’mon, quit messing around. Cough up the sweet stuff.”

“Fine, wait here.”

Sam’s desperate to be in control again, he just can’t leave it alone. “You could invite me in, just give me the whole cup of coffee while you’re at it? I made one for you already. Return the favour.”

“Nice try, but I never got that cup, so it doesn’t count.” You catch him trying to peer around the door to find out what the inside of your apartment looks like. “Hey! Stop being so nosey!”

“Can’t help it.” He mutters. “What’s got into you, why you Miss Feisty this morning?”

“I’m a little mad.” You fess up as you hand him a bowl of sugar, your fingers briefly touching as he takes it. Electricity.

“Mad? At me? For what? For getting laid?” His smirk is just unbearable. “Aw, are you jealous, sweetheart?”

“Hell, no!” Your answer is too quick, over-the-top nonchalant. It’s so obvious you care.

“Oh my God, you are. You are jealous.” Sam shakes his head in wonder, seeing right through you. “Well, shit. How rude of me.”

“Isn’t she bothered you’re over here paying attention to me instead?” You slyly enquire, not sure what you should be hoping for as an answer.

“Nah, she’s long gone.” Sam looks slightly regretful. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again.”

You should not be so over-the-moon at his confession. You try not to let your face show it, and catch your grin just in time.

And then you realise why the woman isn’t coming back. She must have heard you too. She saw Sam’s reaction first hand. It was your fault. You ruined it for her. For both of them.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you ain’t. But it’s okay. Guess she didn’t take it the way I did.”

What, as a compliment?

Before you can figure out what to say next, Sam throws you another curveball.

“Listen, how about I make you dinner tonight?”

Your stomach feels like it’s just abandoned ship and your heart isn’t far behind, suddenly blood is rushing in your ears.

“Oh-“

“What, you already got plans?“

“No, it’s just…surprising.” The thought of you and him alone for at least a few hours makes your knees weak. Is it possible he actually cares for you? This isn’t just an elaborate ruse to get you into bed? Sam cooks?!

“Oh, I’m full of surprises.” He drops his voice low and lets his gaze linger on your mouth. “You’ll see. How about it?”

You shouldn’t. He was with someone else just last night. This feels like definite trouble.

But you want to. In spite of everything, you so badly want to.

“Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.” Oh my God. It’s happening.

“There’s a catch, though.”

“Which is?” You only just manage to croak out.

“Dinner at your place. I’m still fixing mine up. Sawdust everywhere. And I do mean ev-er-y-where-“

“That’s fine.” You cut him off before he goes into more detail about what exactly he means by everywhere. But Christ, you’ve got some cleaning to do.“That’s…more than fine.”

“Alright then. We got a deal. See you later, sweetheart.”

As you shut the door, you know deep down you’re still somewhat mad with him. But you’re also biting your lip in anticipation, because fuck you’re really looking forward to it. That damn smooth talking sure did the trick.

You’ve got a date with Sam.

Tonight.

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Thanks for reading!

Still trucking away on this I’ve not forgotten 😁

#sam drake fic #sam drake x f!reader #sam drake x you #sam drake smut #sam drake fanfiction #uncharted fanfiction #when your line is crossed #uncharted #sam drake #naughty dog #samuel drake #my writing #my fanfiction #no y/n #uncharted fluff #protective sam drake #en es ef dubbleyoo #uncharted female reader

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ghostbsuter · 2 months

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The reason Danny– and in turn, Phantom - nearly dropped kicked Wes into the sun was, because the ginger believes that Bruce Wayne is batman.

Batman.

And with that, the entire family of Mr Wayne being the batcrew.

Them.

Which was ridiculous, Danny watched this week's episode of "keeping up with the waynes", he's seen Mr Wayne in a bathrobe, trying to drink his omelette and his children being absolute chaos gremlins.

These people could NOT be the batman and Co. Of Gotham.

#he doesnt BELIEVE SHIT #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny and sam have SEEN TIM DRAKE TRY AND FAIL TO SIT STRAIGHT #this teen keels over 24/7 #poor alfred is professional as always and is hokding up the manors sanity alone #they saw dick destiry a chandelier just for the clip #and damian sulk because his cat liked duke more ta the mkment #or cassandra spook the videoman #steph has bombed the camera in glitter psin fo often its hilarious

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mj-arts-n-stuff · 6 months

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aaaaah I can finally share it :D

I put together a little comic for this year's EctoImplosion, which I'm soo hyped to show:

the wonderful @sherry-a-h wrote an awesome fic "Fancy Clothes and Kevlar Suits" inspired by this art, go check it out

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oldfangirl81 · 4 months

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Danny stared at the candy in horror.

Sam stared at the candy in horror.

Jason stared at the candy in horror.

Tim stared at the candy in horror.

#fic prompt #dp x dc #spn #danny fenton #jason todd #sam winchester #tim drake #my bad for forgetting abiut Tim's issues with Joker originally

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brothebro · 2 years

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Update dayyy

Here have a Tucker

#bro writes fic #bro arts #tccodg tag #tucker foley #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp fic #dc x dp #everlasting trio #barbara gordon #tim drake #sam manson #danny phantom

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dannyisababyking · 1 year

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Last but not least, Memes for Chapter 5 of Oh No, We threw the baby out the window!

It’s been a real blast to do this, and I might keep doing it for subsequent chapters!

I hope everyone keeps enjoying and reading!!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #danny fenton #dc x dp #tim drake #bruce wayne #Sam Manson #Poison Ivy #fic memes #meme #Chapter 5 #oh no we threw the baby out the window #barbara gordon

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teecupangel · 2 months

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*gets through the fireplace* Bonjour! Desmond in the Uncharted games! Because I find it funny if he would meet Nathan, thanks to them having the same VA. Adios! *uses the smoke bomb and runs*

So, for this one, we’re going for the Uncharted series is part of the AC series because plot bunny just hit me right at the face.

And yes.

Nathan Drake is absolutely a descendant of the Auditore-Kenway line. (Spoilers to the Uncharted series), it’s heavily implied Nate isn’t really related to Francis Drake and we’ll make use of that setup.

The church Nate grew up in was actually a front of the Brotherhood. His family doesn’t have ties with the Brotherhood, not really, but Sam did learn of the Brotherhood during his stay in the orphanage and is recruited.

Now, Sam isn’t exactly loyal to the Creed. More often than not, he was more in it to get the skills necessary to survive. He kept it a secret from Nate though because he didn’t want him dealing with anything related to the Templars and the Assassins. To keep Nate away from the Templars and the Assassins, Sam tells Nate that they’re last name is Drake.

Samuel Morgan was an Assassin.

Sam Drake was Nathan Drake’s older brother.

So things happened…

Nate meets Sully while Sam was in prison (an undercover mission for the Brotherhood).

Later on, Nate joins Sam in adventuring but Sam keeps any thing connected to the Assassins and the Brotherhood away from Nate.

Sam is an Assassin who is only known by very few other Assassins but Nate has some inkling that something fishy was going on, he just wasn’t sure what it was.

There were specific artifacts that Sam wanted and was okay parting with more lucrative stuff just to get it.

But then…

They teamed up with Rafe…

Sam supposedly died…

Even in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

And that is how Samuel Morgan died and Sam Drake survived the Great Purge that would happen two years from his apparent death.

So we have different points in Uncharted that we can catapult Desmond to.

2008 – A 21 year old Desmond is employed by Elena Fisher as her cameraman as they join Nathan Drake in finding Francis Drake’s coffin. This ends with them being part of the whole quest for El Dorado (the corpse of which is an Isu that contracted some kind of deadly virus that is severely dangerous to humans but Desmond and Nate have immunity due to their Isu genes). In this one, Nate actually acts more like an older big brother to Desmond and Elena joked about how they sound a lot alike.

2010 – A 23 year old Desmond gets roped into Chloe and Harry’s plan with Nate because he’s been fired from Bad Weather due to an altercation and has been sidelining as a thief using the training he received from the Farm. He also may or may not have had a fling with Harry Flynn (according to Chloe) and Nate is absolutely questioning Desmond’s taste.

2012 – Desmond escaped Abstergo before the Assassins got him and he is absolutely suffering from Altaïr’s Bleeding Effect. It’s by chance that he is in Yemen at the same time Nate and Sully are there to meet up with Elena. Maybe you can even add in that Desmond used to be Elena’s cameraman for a bit. Anyway, he joins the group because he feels like he knows the Atlantis of Sands that they are looking for. To be more exact… his Bleed of Altaïr knows of it.

2015 – Desmond survived the Solar Flare and has been working for the Brotherhood. He’s tasked with looking into a man named Sam Drake because he sounded a lot like the late Samuel Morgan and they needed to check if he is (1) alive and (2) faked his own death because he was a Templar mole like Daniel Cross. He gets roped into the search of Avery’s treasure and ends up Bleeding as Edward more than once because Edward knows a bit about this supposed treasure.

And, just to be clear, Nate does not have the exact same ancestors as Desmond. He’s Haytham Kenway’s descendant from a fling he had in England so they have the same ancestors from the Auditore-Kenway line until Haytham Kenway.

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minnesota-fats · 3 months

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I did it again! I updated!

#dcxdp #dcxdp fic #tearing of heartstrings #dcxdp crossover #dcxdp BrainDead #:3 #fun #fic #fanfiction #story #damian wayne #bruce wayne #Tim Drake #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #jazz fenton #dani phantom #cute

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drabblesandimagines · 5 months

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2023 Fic Recs

I've seen a couple of posts where people are sharing some of their favourite Tumblr fics of the year, so here's mine. I must stress I have too many to list, but here's four that I've re-read multiple times this year cos I adored them. Whilst I'm primarily a fluff blog, I do interact with spicier content so bear that in mind before you click!

1. I Am Afraid Not Of Leaving But Being Forgotten by @pinkkittysaw (18+ blog - SFW but please respect pinkkittysaw boundaries of not having minors interact with their work) Oh, Clive Rosfield, I love you so. All of pinkkittysaw's work is wonderful, but I have such a soft spot for a soft, caring Clive and as someone who has low self-esteem (working on it, my friends!) this just speaks to my soul.

2. Ask Request by @neondogs (18+ blog, SFW piece) I haven't played a single game that contains Chris Redfield and only seen parts of Vendetta, but Aspen's Chris Redfield x reader fics have made me fall in love. I'm all about the comfort and Chris comforting reader after a nightmare, respecting boundaries, cuddling them close... Oh, it's wonderful!

3. Beyond Our Vessels by @cryptictongues (18+ blog, NSFW piece) Barnabas x Sleipnir x reader threesome. I will forever say there is not enough Barnabas Tharmr x reader content out there, and this is pure indulgent porn without plot with the added bonus of beautiful, loyal Sleipnir and ooft. OOFT.

4. Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons by @nathandrakeisabottom (SFW piece, blog has 18+ content) I threw myself into their ask box with an anonymous ask about how the Drake Brothers would be with an anxious significant other after my anxiety was really rearing its head in December and I'd played all of the Uncharted games in 2023. I absolutely adore this - I've re-read it so many times already and it always puts a smile on my face!

Wishing you all a wonderful 2024 x

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#ghostdogwrites #ghostdogrecs #fic recs #clive rosfield x reader #barnabas tharmr x reader #nathan drake x reader #sam drake x reader #chris redfield x reader

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not-those-kids · 10 months

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WELL YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY I USE MY WALK IM A WOMANS MAN NO TIME TO TALK

#samuel drake #sam drake #Uncharted #video games #uncharted 4 #MUSIC LOUD AND THE WOMEN WARM BEEN KICKED AROUND SINCE I WAS BORN #THAT!!!! IS HIS SONG!!!!!#anyways here’s sam when he’s 25 #i wanted to like give him a hairstyle between his teen look and his older look and *bites lip*#this is what he’s gonna look like in the prologue of my fic ngl #my art

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dannyisababyking2 · 1 year

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Chapter 3! This is the longest one yet, almost as long as the last two combined! ^^

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Please could you do any head canons for how Sam Drake would take care of you when you're ill? Thanks x

A/n: Old ask;New fic, like holy shit I’m very sorry.

🍬: Doesn’t know what it do at first! Never had to deal with this type of situation before minus taking care of Nate when he was sick.

🍬: Like the man is looking up on his phone on what to do until he finally caves and calls his brother.

🍬: Makes you a bath and despite his teasing comments he stayed by your side to help wash you, the man doesn’t want you to drown.

🍬: Makes you soup, it’s one of the things he used to do for Nathan when he was sick.

You tease him about how good it is, that he’ll have too cook more often. You think it’s adorable how much the man blushes.

🍬: Makes sure the bed is nice is warm, he wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

🍬: Gives you the medicine you need.

🍬: Falls asleep next to you holding you close, you love falling asleep in his arms listing to his heart beat.

#hc #hcs #headcanons #samuel drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake x reader #Sam Drake x you #Samuel drake x you #old ask new fic

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dreamy-demons · 1 year

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Dinner for Two (Pizza Rolls)

Pairing : Sam Drake x female reader

Content : SMUT (18+) oral (male and female receiving), fluff, mutual praise, domestic life, no real warnings here :)

Summary: Sam helps reader relax after a job.

Word count : ~1.3k

"Oh god. Home. Finally." You groan, throwing your bags through the door and immediately dropping onto your couch. Sam follows behind and immediately b-lines to the kitchen.

"Geez, we gotta keep this better stocked." He mumbles to himself, rummaging through the freezer. "Hey, you good with pizza rolls?"

"I'd be good with literally anything right now."

"That's great, 'cause that's literally the only thing in here." Sam grabs a bunch of pizza rolls and throws them onto a tray.

Watching him from the kitchen, you take in all the bruises and bandages. Another job with Samuel Drake survived. Barely.

After putting the rolls in the oven, Sam comes back to join you on the sofa, where you had begun absentmindedly flicking through the channels. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you groan.

"This job really fucking hurt."

"I know, I'm sorry baby. Wanna sit the next one out?" He sounds sincere, but you know he's teasing you.

"Uh absolutely not Sam. If I'm not there, who else is going to save your ass?"

"Hey! I'm perfectly capable of saving my own ass princess!" You roll your eyes at him.

Sam manoeuvres you so that your back is to him and starts to massage your shoulders. You had been so tense the entire week, and finally getting to relax your muscles made you feel so much better already.

"Yeah, and maybe next time we actually make some money? Not lose the treasure when it's right within reach?" You laugh.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you feel him smiling against you.

“You know, there is one thing I can do to make it up to you.”

“Mhmm?”

He slides off the couch and comes to his knees in front of you. His hands reach up to your waistband, and you happily lift your hips and let him pull off your pants and underwear. He’s wearing that fucking white vest and you can't help being entranced by his toned arms as he pulls your knees open.

He settles down and takes a moment to just look at you. You can already feel yourself getting wet. He dips his finger into you briefly and then licks it clean, savouring your taste. A grin spreads across his face.

"Fuck you taste so good. God, I can't wait to get you moaning for me."

The sight of Sam between your thighs, looking up at you with those warm eyes and that goddamned smirk, is enough to already have your heart racing in anticipation. He's so close that you can feel his breath on you. He takes one long lick up the length of your pussy. Sighing, you lay your head back, content.

He explores you with his tongue, sucking and nipping at your folds. Usually he would do this for a long time, purposefully ignoring your clit, teasing you until you were begging for him to just touch you already. But this time he was nice, and soon his hot mouth enveloped your bud. The feeling instantly sends a shiver through your whole body.

"Oh fuck, Sam…" While he works at your clit, you bring your hand down to play with his hair. Sam hums in approval. His teeth graze you making you gasp, and your grip on his hair tightens. You pull him closer into you and he quickens his pace making you gasp above him. He lets you hold him there for a while before he pulls back.

"Take it easy, Sweetheart. You trying to suffocate me down here?" He chuckles, lowering his head back down. "I mean I wouldn't mind all that much…"

Feeling a desperate ache to have something inside you, you yank his head back up, cutting him off.

"Sam, wait."

His lips are slick as he looks at you inquisitively.

"God, Sam. I - I need more."

Grinning, he begins light circles on your clit with his thumb.

"More of what, baby?"

You struggle to get out more than small noises of pleasure.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart. Use your words, tell me what you need." He squeezes your thigh. The intensity of his stare alone, with his pupils blown out darkening his eyes, is almost enough to send you over the edge.

"Your fingers. I need, oh fuck, I need your fingers inside me. Right now, please, Sam."

He wastes no time, two of his fingers slip into you, curling to massage your sweet spot while his thumb still strums your clit. You curse loudly at the feeling and your legs instinctively try to close. Sam pushes one of your thighs back down with his free arm and pins it to the sofa. His mouth is soon back on you, tonguing you at a fast pace.

"Harder, Sam. I'm so close!" You groan.

He moans into you, and suddenly he's fucking his fingers into you so hard you can't help the incoherent pleas falling from your lips. You feel your entire body spasm as your orgasm washes over you. You want nothing more than to squeeze him between your thighs and keep him there forever, but his strong arm is still holding you firmly open.

Sam continues to gently work you through your orgasm until you push him back, overstimulated. He's slick with both sweat and your juices, and he looks so pleased with himself.

He raises himself over your panting body and plants a wet kiss on your mouth. You kiss him back, enjoying the taste of yourself lingering on him. The kiss ends and you both look at each other for a moment, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek.

"That was great, Babe." You say.

"And…" He encourages you to say more.

"And what, Sam?"

"And do you forgive me for the job?"

You smack his chest and he laughs.

"Shut up Sam, you're ruining the moment." You grumble.

Sam's body presses closer to yours as he snuggles into you, and you can feel his hardness against your stomach. Your hand snakes down to palm him through his jeans, and his breathing hitches.

"Let me take care of you." you whisper into his ear, feeling him shudder.

"But the pizza rolls are ready-" You can't help the giggle that escapes you.

"Fuck the pizza rolls."

And before he can register what's happening, you've flipped him so you're the one straddling him instead. Reaching down between the two of you, you make quick work of his jeans and pull his cock out of its confines.

You spit on your palms and languidly work his length. Sam's hips reach up to meet you with each stroke. While you stroke him, you slide off the couch to kneel between his legs, as he did for you.

The second your lips envelope his cock he hisses out a 'fuck baby' and grips your hair.

Your tongue explores the underside of his shaft and swirls on his tip at each bob of your head, while your hand alternates between stroking his length and playing with his balls. Sam's eyes never leave yours.

"You're so beautiful Baby, you have no idea what you do to me." He coos, and you moan around him. You can sense him trying to still his hips, and you slide off of him for a moment.

'It's okay, you can let go. I promise you're not hurting me." You reassure him, and as soon as your mouth is around his dick once more, he begins to buck into your mouth chasing his high.

He lets out a mix of praises and curses as you take him as deep as you can, feeling him in the back of your throat. You feel his thighs tense as he lets out a strangled moan and spills himself inside your mouth.

Sam watches you swallow proudly, pushing your hair out of your face. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your cheek.

"I love you so much, you know that?" He mumbles against your skin.

You hum in affirmation, smiling blissfully at him. "I love you too, Sam."

A sudden loud beeping shocks you both from your dreamy haze. You vaguely register the smell of smoke.

Oh fuck.

The pizza rolls.

#person who doesn't read fluff tries to write something semi fluffy haha #smut #x reader #sam drake #uncharted #sam drake x reader #fanfic #fluff #my fics

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