#haydennation

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warnings: has smut but also fluff

an: this is my first fic and it might be the only fic i’ll ever post. also sorry if the smut sucks it’s clear that a virgin wrote this 🫩💔

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sam had his eyes on you for the longest time at school. you two had only spoken a couple of times, and one of those times was when you complimented his black and blue hair. so after chickening out for the longest time, he finally asked you out during chemistry class by passing you a note that said, “there’s going to be a re-release on nightmare on elm street. do you wanna go see it with me tomorrow night @ 8pm?”

while sam has a job, he’s always broke because he spends his money on weed and stupid shit he doesn’t need, but somehow he always finds a way to have money to spend on you. even if it’s a couple of dollars, he’ll buy you a snack or a trinket.

sam is a HUGE softie when it comes to you. even though it looks like he’s in a bad mood 24/7, he’ll call you to come over so he can hug you, kiss you, cuddle with you, and watch tv after having a long day or arguing with his stepdad or just because. sometimes he’ll cry silently into your shoulder when it’s bad.

sam claims to hate pet names, but he secretly loves them and finds it endearing when you call him ‘baby, sammy, babe, or my love.’ the first time you called him sammy, he gave you the dirtiest side eye but you knew deep down that he loved it.

sam was scared shitless when he got his labret piercing done. he claimed he wasn’t scared at all, but the second the piercer inserted the needle he grabbed your wrist, and squeezed the absolute fuck out of it when he felt the stinging sensation.

sam loves taking polaroid pictures of you or the two of you together. he’ll put them on his walls of his bedroom or on the dash meter of his car. he also likes to put your claw clip on the strap on his backpack, and he’ll even put your bra strap on as a bracelet.

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the first time you and sam had sex was in his car at a empty parking lot. you two had just got done smoking two joints. it was pretty bad because, first of all, it was sloppy. second of all, he had you trying to ride him in the driver’s seat, but that didn’t work out due to lack of space. so you both moved to the back seat, and somehow it was worse.

sam loves teasing you before inserting his dick inside of you. he’ll put the tip in just to make you whine and squirm. he also likes to rub his tip on your clit so he can watch you beg, but you later get him back by edging him.

sam loves it when you wear skirts, especially denim skirts and dresses. when he gets impatient, he can easily fold them and move it up towards your stomach and put your panties to the side to fuck you.

sam’s favorite position is definitely doggy. he loves seeing your ass up, back arched while his balls smack your ass. a hand on your lower back and the other hand grips your head back so he can watch your helpless expression.

when sam’s mom grounds him and can’t see you, he’ll grab a pair of panties that belong to you and wrap them around his hard leaking dick. he gets himself off while picturing you. it’s not enough but that’ll do for now.

sam has an asphyxiation kink, (duh, it’s literally shown in the movie lol). one time while you were riding him, he wanted you to choke him until he turned red. you were hesitant at first, but after the first try, it’s been apart of the routine ever since.

wife!reader x husband!anakin skywalker

word count: 843

contents: Angst, fluff

obsessed w his crazy eyes

waking up next to CLAYTON BERESFORD was euphoric. every sound sounded like a melody. the rustle of the linen sheets as you turned over, your body soft and warm and bare next to his. the steady breaths that left his mouth whispering to you like the most holiest of hymns. everything about this man was so incredibly perfect, like he was crafted by the angels of love themselves and sent to you, wrapped with a bow and woven with tenderness and affection.

rays of sunlight came through the half drawn curtains and shone on his sandy blonde hair, creating a halo effect. fitting, you thought, after all, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

“honey?” his sleepy voice calls, hands grabbing at your waist to pull you on top of his chest. “don’t go..” he murmurs, smooshing his face into the crook of your neck. “i don’t like it when you leave so early.”

“baby, i’m not leaving. i’m getting you coffee.” a laugh bubbles up in your chest, but it’s too early to make him pouty. begrudgingly, he lets go of you, almost whining when you slip back into some form of clothes and pad into his kitchen. now he just lays there, missing the warmth of your body next to his.

memories from last night rush into his still sleep-ridden mind. the way your delicate hands felt in his hair, the sensation of your legs wrapping around his waist. he longed for every touch back. he yearned for another taste of the sweet honey that was yours. he ran a hand through his sandy curls and sighed, a smile playing on his gentle lips.

once you returned with two coffee mugs, displaying the names ‘mr’ and ‘mrs’, he was on you. lips found your neck, pressing slow kisses along the side of your throat. “clay, what are you..” you giggle, the onslaught of kisses taking you by surprise. his legs wrapped around you and he climbed half of top of you, kissing your face and then your lips.

kissing him was a tender thing filled with passion and fire. his hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips or any skin he could find. fingertips grazed your chest, sending sparks down your spine. “i love you, baby. i love you, i love you, i love you.” he spoke between kisses.

“clay!” you managed to squeak before his hands took your (his?) shirt off, slipping it up and off of your frame. “shh, i’ll be gentle.” he whispers like a prayer, smooching down your body. your protests die as he finally settles in between your legs, looking at you like you were the only girl.

“let me love you.”