#top sam

“We aren’t talking about this,” Sam yells down the street, Bucky stomping after him. “You made your choice.”

“Are you kidding me? You think I made this choice?” Bucky yells back, loud enough that people are starting to stare. “Sam, could you stop for one second?”

Sam is still walking, his pace even picking up, which just makes Bucky’s eyes roll further into his head. After several missed calls and being outright ignored by Sam after the whole new avengerz fiasco, Bucky had gotten his ass onto a plane. He didn’t even like planes; they’re crowded, loud, and the recycled air smells terrible. But Sam still won’t talk to him, which has led to this scene right now. 

Bucky catches up to him, reaching out to grab his shoulder. Sam turns and glares at him, flicking Bucky's hand off him.

“Sam, please.” Bucky nearly begs, cause this has gotten ridiculous.

“You told me you were trying to do good. Change things from the ground up, right?” Sam barks back, getting right up into his face. “Then you're standing there with a bunch of mercenaries. While Valentina de Fontaine announces to the world that you're the new avengers.” He shoves at Bucky's chest. “Cause Valentina is the one we want to cheer for.”

Bucky takes several deep breaths, trying desperately not to lose his cool. He didn't want to be making such a scene, especially in the middle of downtown. 

“Sam,” Bucky says in as even a tone as possible. “None of us wanted to be the new avengers. Well, except Alexie,” He rubs his face, flustered. As Sam stands there with his hands on his hips. “That doesn't matter. We are working from the inside out, Sam.”

“So when exactly were you going to tell me?” Sam glares at him, and Bucky is doing his best not to reach forward and strangle him. 

“I tried. But you just ignored me.” Bucky grimaces, hoping that somehow, someway, this is sinking in. “Can we please talk about this somewhere -” He gestures wildly to all the different people around them. “Other than here.”

Sam turns on his heel and clomps away, Bucky following after him. They make several turns that Buck knows are unnecessary before getting to Sam's place. He turns and looks at his friend.

“Do not lie to me,” Sam states, his hand on the door. “Not under my roof.”

“I haven't been lying-” Bucky stops, as Sam gives him a pointed look. Bucky sighs before following him inside. 

He closes and locks the door behind him as Sam goes deeper into the place. Bucky finds a chair by a table, and the space looks exactly as he remembers it, except for a few new photos. Bucky gets up, not paying attention to the fact that Sam is closing curtains and blinds.

It's photos of him, Bucky, one from when he was sworn in as a congressman. Another that is a news clipping of him standing outside a bodega, he was talking about new legislation for bodega cats. A stupid thing, but it had been successful. Another candid, of him holding the shield, a small smile on his face.

Turning, he sighs, “I came cause I want us on the same side again. There was no intention of there even being sides.” Bucky stops speaking. Sam is standing there with a cold beer in hand.

“You know, for an ex-assassin, you're really bad at noticing things.” Sam smirks and takes a long swig of his beer. 

“We have Val in a corner, and if we apply the right pressure, we can get her.” Bucky continues, shrugging off Sam's confusing comment.

Sam moves towards him, beer abandoned on the counter. Bucky doesn't move back, accepting that he was probably going to get smacked or yelled at again. So when one of Sam's hands came up to touch his face, he flinched. 

Realization dawning on him, he leans into it. Into the comfort that he has missed so much the last few months. God, he'd missed Sam so much; the loss of that closeness had nearly undone him.

“You're really dense sometimes, Buck.” Sam hushes before his lips land on Bucky.

Bucky gasps as his hands grab onto Sam's waist, pulling the man against his chest. Sam's groans grabbing a handful of Bucky’s hair and pulling it. Causing the man to keen and melt.

“Thought you're mad at me.” Bucky whines, pulling back just enough to look at him. His chest is rising and falling. 

Sam smirks, one hand already pushing Bucky's jacket off. “Oh. I am pissed.” He bites at Bucky's lips.

Bucky is pushing just as hard back, jackets tumbling to the ground. Shirts peeled off and dropped just as fast. Then Bucky is lifting Sam up off the ground.

“Put me the fuck down,” Sam grunts. Bucky doesn't answer, just latches his mouth onto Sam's collarbone and sucks. 

Sam's legs wrap around his waist as Bucky walks them back to the bedroom. Sam is grinding his hips down onto Bucky as he leans down and licks a strip up the side of his face. Bucky moans and drops him onto the bed. Shaking hands, fumbling with belts, buttons, and zippers. The two were somehow competing with each other to see how fast they could strip. 

Bucky successfully frees Sam from his clothed confines. His dick was already hard and twitching. Swatting Sam's hands away, Bucky is dropping to his knees and spreading Sam's open. His mouth finds the head of his partner's cock and sucking it into his mouth. Sam's head tipped back with a deep moan, hands carding through Bucky's long hair. Not pushing, just feeling the way the man goes down on him.

“You're so stupid,” Sam groans, as Bucky takes him deep into his mouth. “Think I could just take your - oh god - phone calls.”

Sam pauses his rant when Bucky pops off, going down to suck where Sam's cock meets his balls. It has his eyes rolling, cause fuck he shouldn't look that good looking up at him. 

“Like the - fuck you're pretty on your knees - can't just take your calls.” It's getting hard to think when Bucky licks a strip back up. Sam's missed this way too much. “They're monitoring you.”

Bucky pops off and glares at him. “You're such an asshole.”

Sam sits up, leaning down to kiss him hard. “The only ass I want is yours.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes, but doesn't stop Sam from removing his pants. Sam's turn to push Bucky down onto the bed, both of them scrambling up the bed. 

“You still came,” Sam smirks, lips latching onto Bucky’s, as his hand finds his partner's cock and starts to stroke it.

Bucky whimpers, his hips trying to chase the feeling of Sam around him. His own hands flaying to find the lube that's kept in the top drawer. 

Breaking free, he pants as he drags Sam in between his legs. “Of course, I came.” He grabs the back of Sam's head and kisses him deeply. “I fuckin missed you.”

Sam's hands are pushing Bucky's legs up. “I missed your sorry-ass, too.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, which close when Sam's now lube-covered finger slides over the rim of his ass. 

“Sam, don't tease,” Bucky groans, “I need you.”

Sam chuckles and slips one finger inside. Bucky moans as his hips work down onto the man’s fingers.

“Oh, now you need me.” Sam chuckles, nipping and biting down on Bucky's neck as he slowly works the finger in and out.

Bucky huffs, trying to take his cock into his own palm. Sam swats it away with a huff. Stroking it in time with his finger. The super-soldier's head clunking against the headboard, as his hands grasp at the sheets. 

“Had to go and become a congressman,” Sam hissed and added a finger, making Bucky bite into his lip. “You know what it would look like if we got caught?”

Bucky is trying to form words, but it's hard when Sam is playing with him like this. It's been way too long. 

“We- ugh- haven't-” Bucky's eye rolls back as Sam presses against his prostate. “Yet-oh god Sam right there.”

Sam grins at seeing Bucky completely going placid under his touch. He squeezes the man's cock at the base. Letting spit drip from his mouth down onto the man's cock.

“The first Black Captain America, fucking Bucky Barnes, head of the new avengers.” Sam teases, his own cock throbbing as he watches him fall apart. 

Bucky is sick of him talking. He grabs Sam's face and drags him closer. Smashing their lips together, his metal hand finds Sam's cock and strokes it. Making him gasp and his fingers stutter inside Bucky.

“All this bullshit,” Bucky bites along Sam's jaw. “'Cause you don't want to get caught.”

Sam pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. “Always got to use that damn cold hand on me.” He groans as Bucky squeezes him. 

“So you remember who you're going to be fucking,” Bucky grits back, his other hand grabbing Sam's hip and trying to guide him to where he wants him. 

“Fuck, always so needy,” Sam whines, but doesn't stop him from pulling Bucky's hips up. Lining himself up. “I shouldn’t have missed you so much.

Bucky slides that bit of info away for later as he lifts his hips up. Mouth falling open as Sam starts to slowly slide in. The burn only lasts a moment, as he starts to relax around the intrusion. 

“Missed you too, fucking bird brain,” Bucky whispers, locking his legs around Sam and getting him to bottom out.

Sam hissed at the tight, warm clenching muscle around him. Making his brain go fuzzy, it's been way too long. He isn't sure he is going to last. 

“God, you feel good,” Sam admits as he starts to thrust slowly in and out of Bucky.

Groaning Bucky grabs the man's hips and urges him to go faster.

“Please,” Bucky hates how pathetic he sounds. “Fuck me, Wilson.”

Sam stops holding back, bending Bucky in half. His hips start to fuck into him with a sharp pace. Bucky's hand around his cock, mouth a gape as he relishes in the feeling of being full.

“Fuck -oh god-,” Bucky whines, not bothering to try and keep pace, just riding what Sam gives him.

Sam grunts, “Tell me you're close, Buck.” His rhythm is already getting sloppy as his release builds. 

Bucky pants, lips swollen from sucking on them. “I am right there with you, Cap.” 

That does it, Sam lets out of litany of curses, as he slams into Bucky several more times. Then he's cuming with the man's name on his lips.

“Ah fuck, yes,” Bucky moans as he cums all over his stomach.

Sam finally crumples onto Bucky, the slick pressed between them. Both panting, sweaty, and blissed out.

“I hate you,” Sam laughs, an honest to god full-belly laugh. 

Bucky wraps him in his arms, kissing the tops of his head. “First hate sex. I kind of like it.”

Sam groans, but still chuckles, “Why'd you wait so long?”

Bucky winces as Sam carefully removes himself from Bucky. Sliding them both onto their sides, facing one another.

“I thought you were mad at me,” Bucky sighs, running fingers over Sam's skin. “That you believed I actually sided with Val.”

Sam slumps, leaning in to kiss Bucky softly. Curling closer to the man. “I was initially. But I know you, Buck. Just couldn’t tell you. Not over the phone.”

“I hate you too.” Bucky grunts, holding him tightly. “Don't do this again. Please.”

Sam nods, pushing Bucky's hair behind his ear. “I am sorry, Buck. I won't.”

I will be writing them again..

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There Wolf, There Castle by alwaysthrowsscissors

"His heart stopped. Sam was on the ground buried under the werewolf, not moving. Dean’s knees slammed into the dirt by Sam’s side, hauling the dead body off of him. With a shaking hand, he jammed two fingers into his neck, his breath held, until he felt Sam’s strong pulse kick against his skin.

Dean wiped his brow and began his duty of looking Sam over, moonlight illuminating his sweaty skin. Sam’s forearm was braced across his chest, silver dagger still clutched in his fist. He gently tugged it out of his hand and tossed it aside. Sam’s jacket sleeve was bloodied, torn, and the sight sent Dean into a panic again.

“Oh, Jesus.” He ripped the sleeve open more and saw the ragged skin, crescent shapes in nearly a circle, tell-tale, fast-clotting blood.

In which Sam goes feral, turns his brother, and fucks him within an inch of his life."

Bloodlust by gracerene

"Sam and Dean have more than enough on their plate, what with the clock ticking down on Dean's deal and the host of demons that escaped from the Devil's Gate wreaking havoc across the country. But when a vampire hunt goes bad and the unimaginable happens, they have no choice but to rearrange their priorities and adapt if they want to survive."

Horror Movie Rules by submariner

Dean looks up from the peeling laminate countertop of the motel bathroom sink where he’s got Dad’s filthy rifle stripped down to parts. Sam’s leaning up against the doorframe, Dean’s rumpled flannel stretched tight over his shoulders. He smells teenage boy sharp, a face ripped from the star of any eighties slasher. Dean can feel the heat of him at his back. “Dean.”

“Sammy,” he says. Swallows the spit filling his mouth; dips the brush in solvent and starts scrubbing out the barrel.

“Got us tickets to the drive-in tonight.”

in which sam and dean go to a drive-in movie, but do very little movie-watching.

Y'all want some CNC roleplay with bonus feminisation? Say no more.

the constant vow by deadlybride

With Crowley apparently dead and Sam's soul back in place, even though Eve is a worry and Castiel's fighting a heavenly war, Sam and Dean at last have some space to get back to what passes (for them) as a normal life. They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

Fuck or die with gender fuckery that manages to still be an ode to commitment and intimacy.

Love Isn't All That It Seems (I've Been Sleepwalking) by Violet_Phoenix_Nebula

Deep in small town Texas, Dean is hit with a curse he has no hope of satisfying before his time limit runs out, unless Sam is willing to help him.

with hearts that are guilty, not remorseful by according2thelore

“I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” It’s a fact, as plain as the day. The sky is blue. Their mother was killed by a demon. They hunt monsters. Sam wants Dean. “I’ve loved you for longer, I think.”

“God,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper, raising a hand to grip his own hair by the roots and pulling. He looks absolutely wretched. “I fucked you up, didn’t I?”

and it's you that i want by according2thelore

"You know that’s not what I meant.” Mr. Smith says into the phone, and he sounds exhausted. Sam doesn’t turn around, trying to give him as much privacy as possible, even if it’s imagined.

Sam throws his whole body weight into his next pull of the handle, feeling the budding sweat from earlier as a full-body wave, pricking at his neck and armpits and forehead.

Nothing. The door doesn’t budge. Sam’s trapped.

Or: Sam Wesson gets stuck in a supply closet with his boss, who's hiding out to fight with his girlfriend. Sensing the available omega that Sam's been into for months, Sam goes into an early rut.

To the Core by dornfelder

Addressing the issue, Winchester style.

Dom top Sam lovingly forcing Dean to admit to shit.

reclamation by deadlybride

Once they're finally on the same page again, once things are okay, Sam realizes there's just one thing missing.

unholy bones by whiskeycherrypie

“Why would he mind that? No offense, Cas, but everything we've seen angels do doesn't really fall in line with what we think of as Christian morality, you know.”

Sam, Dean and co. find a solution to the Michael problem.

Enchantment by doctor__idiot

For three days Sam has been leaving the bunker and returning a couple hours later, smelling like perfume and sex.

You put the Magic in Me by orphan_account

“This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done for a case,” Dean says under his breath, leaning into Sam and scouting the crowd gathered around a dozen tables inside the little café.

“Dude, relax,” Sam says back, eyebrows raising at his brother’s nervous energy. “I thought this would be, like, your thing.” He gestures vaguely to the women milling around inside. A long, vividly red banner hangs across the open french doors that lead into the space, emblazoned with the words The Oolong Tea Room Presents: Lonely Hearts Club Speed Dating! Feb 11-14th!

Or; in which Sam and Dean learn a thing or two about chemistry.

Crossed Wires by rivkat

Angst, Dean thinking Sam is dead, communication through dreams, and a happy ending.

Like A Wheel, Gonna Spin It by leonidaslion

In which there is a motorcycle, but Dean is the one being ridden...

Honorary threesome rec, because you have top Sam AND top Clay (Jared's character in Friday the 13th).

I have to live here by Goshen

“Have you been doing laundry? Where are all my boxers?”

Dean kept walking right into this stuff. Sam weighed his options and spoke carefully.

“Half your boxers are in the second drawer of my dresser. You didn’t like going to get clean underwear, in the morning, so you made me clear out a drawer for you.” He paused. “I’ve got a drawer in your room, too.”

Dean looked physically pained. “That… can’t be true.”

Sam sighed and went back to his book. “I know you don’t remember, but we had a lot of sex. You’re gonna have to trust me.”

You're Speaking My Language (It's You) by pawmunkey

Now that things were a little more settled in their lives with a home to call their own, Sam starts getting introspective.

He stumbles upon a book in their expansive library titled "The Five Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts".

And well, they never really had great role models for love and relationships. Sam takes it upon himself to change that.

He unintentionally changes the rest of their lives, too.

24 hours by spndeansammylov

Supernatural meets Saw. In an empty room stood a glass box. Tall and wide enough for two men to stand in. But nothing more.

Drive Me Crazy, Baby by bladefucker

Sam asks Dean to cock warm him for as long as he can handle it. But of course they can't do anything without being silly and clumsy about it.

when i'm down on my knees you're how i pray by chinablue

It’s not as if Sam doesn’t know what makes Dean tick, after all. He can’t have forgotten all the fantasies Dean has shared with him over the years, even the really nasty, violent ones that flushed Sam's cheeks a glaring scarlet, evoked awed responses like "Jesus, Dean, you’re really into stuff like that?" Dean didn't mind - quite liked watching Sam squirm, actually - and he'd long since accepted that he’d likely never get Sam on board with acting out the more grisly tales buried deep in his spank bank. But then again, Sam is different since he...

Dean still can’t use the words “Sam” and “died” together in the same sentence.

Dust in the Basement by wrenseroticlibrary_archivist

What’s worse than being trapped in a confined space with a sex curse? Being trapped in a confined space with a sex curse and a soulless brother who’s also ready to rut the nearest thing with a pulse.

Romanticised non-con with a soulless Sam and trans Dean.

Betelgeuse by hellhoundsprey

The hex bag never burned. 

About A Boy alternate end, deliciously fucked up.

No Stranger by bloodwrites

Dean gets cursed by a witch, and Sam is the only one who can help.

I Could Tell You Why by Nutkin

Sam and Dean fuck out the tension after the events of "Scarecrow."

Miami by astolat

Miami was awesome. Miami in spring break season was fucking awesome. Not that Sam appreciated any of that.

Like Staring Into the Sun by nyxocity

It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them.

The Bite of Knowledge by theproblematique

Omegas can tell when alphas are attracted to them. It's a survival mechanism.

After years of buildup, Dean finally realizes that Sam is attracted to him.

It's a shitshow.

nothing was the same by orphan_account

They aren't lying to each other anymore. They aren't lying to themselves. Keeping with that sentiment, Sam licks his lips and doesn't even try to tell himself the sight before him isn't a wet dream come true.

Sloppy Seconds by Anonymous

5 times Sam gets sloppy seconds and one time he has Dean all for himself. (Or, 11 times Dean has sex.)

Prison Bitch by orphan_account

Dean hesitated for a split second before remembering that this whole thing was his idea in the first place. Sam had adamantly refused to take part in all of this, but Dean had pushed it until Sam had no choice but to comply. No matter how easily Sam seemed to fall into the role, Dean only had himself to thank for being in this position.

Two Pieces of the Gallows by nigeltde

Sam fucks up. Dean has to deal with it.

Some Kind of Strange Magic by lustmordred

It may not have to mean anything, but they aren’t just two guys stuck in an impossible situation. They’re them and uncommonly attached to one another, so it will mean something and they both know it. This will change them and Dean can’t really blame Sam for suddenly being afraid to move.

femme by deadlybride

Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

Hymenated - Demon by forlovedones

Demon Dean is loose in the bunker and stalking his Alpha through the halls. Maybe there'd be time to fuck Sam's brains out first, before he bashed them in with the hammer.

All Their Favorite Rags are Worn by orbiting_saturn

The truth is, Dean wants someone to see him, even if that someone is his fifteen year old brother who will probably go into paroxysms over his tough-ass brother in a pair of pretty pink panties.

The Hottest Blue by submariner

It wasn’t until about eight months after Jess had died that Sam got a real erection.

or,

usually it takes a lot of work, to convince Dean he’s going to like something. Sam’s willing to put in the hours.

Under the Noble Trickster by Atanih88

In which Dean has to help work a coyote spirit out of his brother.

Vagabondage by rivkat

A transient life means that sometimes improvisation is called for.

The Last Shreds of Resistance by flyingsolo_flyingfree

As much as he fervently tries to avoid it, Sam has imagined all the different ways it could happen, all of the ways he and Dean could finally give in. As it turns out, it's a witch named Audrey.

Keeping Count by leonidaslion

Good things come to those who wait...

Taste Every Fruit by thatsakitkat

There's no real words to describe how feeding Sam feels. Dean thinks it might be better than orgasms, but it's a whole different kind of pleasure, one that makes him feel sleepy and proud of himself for being able to take care of his brother this way. Everything feels right in the world, all Dean's problems taken away in the gentle pulls of Sam's mouth.

Sight Lines by kickflaw, kissyn

Dad's on a hunt, Dean's acting strange, and Bilton, NY, is the last place on earth Sam imagined he would figure out how to make everything fit right.

Rabbit Hole by doctor__idiot

Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.

And Other Poison Devils by thatsakitkat

Sam steps in again, buries his face in Dean's neck and grabs at his back, his ass, torso hot and sweaty against Dean's. Dean tries to catch his breath, fighting every urge to jump away from Sam; has to save his brother, and there's only one way, one way and Dean has to fucking let it happen.

On Your Guard by theproblematique

Starting with Jealous Mon, we know she gets very power-hungry and overall hungry whenever anyone gets too close to Sam for her liking. Despite whatever Sam may say, getting through to Mon is difficult and she can become intense. I see Sam pulling Mon into her lap after a significant amount of pouting and some ignoring to try and break down her wife's walls. She'll put some kisses here and there on Mon's face, but Mon will shrug it off because she doesn't want to imagine Sam doing that to anyone else. Sam will likely try to ask her about what's on her mind, knowing that a straight answer out of Mon is dicey. Then she’ll try to coax Mon into talking a bit more, but at this point, all Mon can focus on is Sam’s mouth on her. So, in an attempt to keep and boast her control, she orders Sam to fuck her there exactly how Mon tells her to. I feel like Mon would make it sound like Sam is just Mon’s tool to get off while making sure that Sam knew that it was more than that. She would pull Sam onto her, whether that be moving Sam’s lips to her neck or getting the pair onto a couch and situated under her wife. Sam will indulge whatever Mon wants because, as we know, she runs the relationship. She’d probably be happy to be touching Mon and getting some kind of response out of her. Once she sees Mon getting more into it, as she begins to slowly dissolve into moans and shifty hands, Sam may attempt to take things her route. That will be met with a strict grab from Mon or a curt command that gets Sam back into line. Mon will make sure to shower Sam with praise and encourage her to be rougher, and delighted if/when Sam leaves marks. Stroking Sam’s ego will have her fully under Mon’s control until she feels satisfied and reassured that Sam is hers, and only hers. 

Strap Sam is known to be crazy because of how being in Mon is Sam’s favorite thing. (aka what she likes better than kissing Mon) Normally, it’s her time to take control (or so she thought it would be initially) and drive Mon to ecstasy. Mon, however, has other plans by essentially playing with Sam until she is completely under her thumb. It’s cute how easily she can get Sam to listen to her with the drop of her lips or fluttering eyelashes. Sam falls for it every time and becomes nearly entranced, taking Mon’s every wish as her command. She normally starts slow and picks up the pace as Mon’s grip on her tightens. The nail marks on her shoulders and across her back provide the perfect instruction and reassurance that Mon wants this. She follows her wife’s every sound, asking if she feels good, nearly coming every time Mon tells her how nice she feels inside her. At that point, Mon’s pleasure is her pleasure and the last thing on Sam’s mind is how she, herself, is. This goes on for a while, mostly because Mon also likes to tease, but ends with them finishing multiple times. 

I’m grouping Boss Mon and oral fixation because they fit well in the scenario. Similar to the fic I posted a bit ago, Boss Mon is a total tease. More than Mon herself, Boss Mon wants to see the limits Sam will go for her. It’s a silly but exhilarating thing because Sam would do anything for her. Throw in the prospect of being able to worship Mon’s body, and Sam was unstoppable. Boss Mon uses the Cham Cham card to get Sam’s full attention and pliability before using the absolute fuck out of it. She will dangle the opportunity of taking off her clothes and having her mouth on every part of Mon in front of Sam like bait. Sam can’t resist. (honestly, who could?) She’d practically beg and do whatever possible to get Mon naked and underneath her. This is where the Cham Cham card comes to play. I feel like Mon, on a day that she’s feeling REALLY adventurous, would call Sam Cham Cham for the lip bite and then tell her that she bit the wrong lips. This would create a back-and-forth of Sam just confused and kissing all over Mon before she understands. From there, it would be akin to ep. 9 2/4 where Mon essentially devoured Sam but switched and Sam would be more gentle. Well, she’d stay gentle until about 10 minutes in when Mon’s grip on her hair tightens and her legs get shaky. All bets are off after that. Cham Cham also bites, most definitely, and will do it without a second thought when she sees how much it turns on Mon. Mon is like Sam’s canvas to be painted with marks and hickeys, all at her wife’s glorious request. After all, Boss Mon gives the orders in that household. 

No one knows Mon’s schedule better than Sam. They work together the most on projects with Mon being the admin of several projects, and Sam being the final reviewer of all content and business decisions in their sect of Diversity. That’s why she can see when her wife will be slammed (figuratively) with work and saddled with exhaustive amounts of responsibility. Here kicks in the service top, ready to alleviate all tension and stress at the drop of a hat. Sam is a serial cuddler when stressed, but Mon prefers a different type of release. She doesn’t say it, but Sam can read her wife and no one else. (That she’s been told by her friends many times) As the boss, she has an endless list of bullshit reasons to pull Mon into her office. Sure, anytime she calls for Mon Yha gives her a knowing smirk over the phone, but that was to be ignored. Mon would normally walk in with her slow stroll, fingers rubbing her temple or eyes fixed on Sam. Her wife made things feel better, but there were few ways to exponentially decrease the weight of her pending work. Luckily, Sam had one trick locked and loaded. With a gentle grasp and deft tug, Sam directed Mon to the couch and seated herself next to her wife. Days where Mon had dressed in a skirt or dress were easier, but Sam was willing to do whatever it took. With many kisses pressed into Mon’s forehead and across her face, Sam relaxes Mon into her side. Thus begins the journey of getting Mon to stop stressing. She starts by escalating the kisses down to Mon’s neck and firmly planting her hands on Mon’s face and thigh. Sam uses her lunch break for this so that Mon has no need to rush back to her work. She feels the anxiety melt out of Mon as she gives herself into Sam’s loving touch and attention. Sam intentionally teases the Mon to the edge to get her to voice what she wants. Enough back-and-forth earns her locked eyes and a hand moving Sam’s fingers to where Mon wants them. On Mon’s instruction, Sam will rub a gentle pattern over her clit and keep her fingers in place for Mon to ride. Other days, Sam with move her hand with vigor, filling Mon to the point of near brainlessness. She makes sure to ask Mon of her permission and encouragement every so often, needing to have her wife’s full support. Mon looks ethereal to Sam in these moments and she often has to pinch herself afterwards. Seeing Mon so deliciously vulnerable for her makes Sam’s heart beat between her legs. Sam will kiss every inch of Mon’s face, neck, and arms in hopes of keeping Mon grounded. Mon will finally five in and take advantage of everything that Sam is offering, telling her amid kisses and biting her hand to muffle the sounds exactly how to take Mon apart. Sam will do that until she comes and then immediately switch to aftercare. Mon just gets fully taken care of.