lucy

abbot's princess 𓈉

[dadchasr]

lucy ❤︎⁠ 19 ❤︎⁠ she/her

pope cody's controversially young gf

characters Ი𐑼 . . . daryl dixon, john rollins, rick grimes, frank castle, dr. robby, negan smith, pope cody, jack abbot, sammy bryant, dean winchester, soldier boy, etc.

@ dadchasr. ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა dead dove.

[llittlekittennn]

S1 puppy Sammy, who will NOT speak to you, only force his head between your thighs, fully clothed whinning as he goes go town on the mattress... :)

there’s no doubt Sammy has awful shifts almost every day. after all he works for the state/government and people tend not to respect people of that authority. so safe to say he usually doesn’t have a ‘good’ shift per-say. but there are some shifts that seem to just absolutely suck the life out of your poor Sammy.

shifts like the one he had today, that made him sit in his car before going inside the house because he just needed to collect his thoughts, and make sure that any negative energy he had wasn’t going to project.

so with one big exhale he pulled the car door handle, stepped onto the concrete floor of the attached garage, and took his usual route of walking to the door from the garage to the kitchen.

he looks forward to come home because as soon as he steps through the threshold of the door he stops you with a big smile coming over to greet him with wide arms.

but today he’s not even acknowledging your hug, or the attempted kiss. you just frown a little but are quickly changing your expression to shock because you’re watching Sammy drop to his knees in front of you.

you quirk an eyebrow and lazily attempt to pull him back up to ask your sweet puppy what he’s doing. but he shows you before you can even ask.

waiting no time and lifting the fabric of your slip dress, one of many you wear around the house, and he plants a slobbery mushy kiss to your mound. then licking over before he darts his tongue to slide all over your slick.

you immediately place a hand on the kitchen table behind you and another hand into Sammy’s auburn curls, the kitchen light was glistening just perfectly to show off the red-ish tint to his hair that was so thick.

you hummed pleasantly, and couldn’t help your smile as you looked down at the completely starved man.

it’s like he wasn’t between your thighs just last night. the man loved that place, and who were you to complain?

he never minded if you had a bush, no bush, or even on menstruating (sometimes). he just loved the sweet fruity like taste.

your back is arched and your making ungodly sounds as you tug at his curls that seem to be damp a little from the little sweat he was starting to break out from how concentrated he was.

he’s slid his tongue every which way up, down, left, right, even spelled out his name. sliding between your lips, grazing his teeth over your clit a bit before he’s got a tight taco shaped hold on it and moving in slight circles, making you shiver and goosebumps rise over your skin. once’s he’s had his fill of that he moves his head to angle himself properly in order to slide his tongue into your cunt.

licking around the edges of your hole before he slips in the tip of his tongue and slides it every which way and grazes your walls, then eventually sliding in & out so he can tongue fuck you. he’s so sick. but how it feels so nice.

he can tell it does by the way you’ve slowly backed yourself up against the kitchen table and he’s inched closer with you each time. every tug of his curls and every “oh-oh!!”. and once he’s gotten you on the edge enough and can feel the way your thighs start to squeeze, how you rise to the tips of your toes just to try and lift yourself up onto his mouth then back down, he’s proud of himself. almost feeling cocky.

you let out an official “m’ coming, Sammy…” that’s so slurred and barley understandable that lets him know to brace himself a little before he opens his mouth every so slightly so he can lick up every ounce of cum that pools out of you.

once you come down, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning back on his knees and looking up at you.

wrapping his arms around your thighs and gently rest his chin right below your tummy. you smile at him with shaky breaths and evenly raise a hand to pat him on the head.

“such a good boy.”

[llittlekittennn]

Sammy Bryant certified eater

your chest, he’ll get your nipples pointed & breasts covered in red spots that are starting to turn purple ish blue all the while palming and playing with them in his hands.

your mouth, he’ll get your lips all puffy & wet from his saliva mixing with yours, and he’ll nibble away until they’re pigmented as red as a tomato.

your ears, when he’s on top of you, whispering straight filth, teeth grazing your ear lobe, & licking the curve of your cartilage.

but his favorite place by far would definitely be when he’s sandwiched between your thighs.

he loves that when he gets you close enough to where you’re about to cum, your thighs slightly clench around him as ear muffs, he also likes when you’ll slide your fingers through his auburn curls & very gently push him into you a little more.

he likes to twirl the tip of his tongue into a taco around your clit and slightly move it around because he takes pride in the fact he doesn’t have to use his fingers to make you release all the time.

he loves to reach his hand up to gently rub over your boob while he’s got his tongue buried into your cunt, licking and kissing all over your entrance before he starts to lick at your walls as far as he can reach the muscle in his mouth.

and he’ll always make you cum at least two times and each time he goes down on you. making sure to lick all over the bodily juices pooling out of you, swallow then look up at you beaming with joy.

it’s his favorite place in the whole entire world. he’d eat you for every meal if he could.

[unhoelyplaces]

sammy bryant is the “u up?” text king

like he’s your man but not really your man but also very much your man (emotionally unavailable as he may be with everything currently on his plate)

he never really meant for it to be anything serious, he was mid divorce off a shift from hell with a cold beer sweating in his hand and you were a pretty young thing at the bar wearing a short skirt that he wanted to bury his head beneath.

and so he did, sweet notes of perfume clinging to your bare skin and making him dizzy while you clenched around his fingers and coated his tongue at the end of the night. you’d left a note on his nightstand when you slipped out in the early morning hours, ten digits and a cute little heart propped carefully beside a glass of water.

sammy had never intended to use it. you were kind and sweet and all of the things that had no place in the category five hurricane that was his life but that hadn’t been enough to stop him from hitting send at the end of a long day, his hands from knotting into your hair and pulling your mouth to his before you’ve even had a chance to take your shoes off.

he feels bad, really — keeping you in a limbo of never quite something but not quite nothing, for calling you over to his place every other night to fuck you into his mattress like it means something.

sammy just hopes you can read between the lines.

[lovesickmira]

nsfw

andrew cody who inspects your pussy after having sex

He’s just so fascinated. He did this to you, he ruined you like this. Watching his cum ooze out of your abused cunt, he’s laser focused. Your sides all bruised w/ his handprints.

he was clinging onto you the entire time, groaning and whining about how good you felt. How tight, how perfect you squeezed his cock. His eyes glued to the space between you as he slammed in ‘n out.

he genuinely can’t believe you let him do this to you.

his fingers would spread your folds apart, looking at your fluttering hole in awe while you lay above him all sweaty ‘n disheveled.

its genuinely a fucking sight.

a/n i dont know what got into me somebody probably wrote this before but idk.

[deanwinchesterkiss]

can we get a fic with dbf!Dean and there’s a family dinner but he’s sat next to you and inching his hand up your thigh while you try not to squirm and when he originally showed up he said to be good and he’ll buy you that pretty little outfit you’ve been eyeing but only he can see it..

yes omg I'm such a slut for dbf content lately

cw: MDNI, dean winchester x f reader, reader is an adult!

it was normal for dean to stay over for dinner at your family's place. he's gotten so close to your dad that he's practically a part of the family now.

you were setting up the plates on the table while your parents were outside with him. if you weren't so fond of him, you would've been annoyed over having to do everything yourself.

dean was the first one who stepped inside the house. his hand reached to squeeze your waist. "such a good girl, helping your family out like this."

"dean, stop. my parents could walk in soon." you whisper yelled at him like you didn't specifically dress up for him in the tiniest shorts you could find and a tank top.

"it's not like we're doing anything inappropriate, sweetheart. it's just a friendly touch." he glanced back at the door making sure no one came in before leaning down to kiss you. it was a hungry kiss that make your knees buckle underneath.

you pulled away, bringing the back of your hand to your lips to wipe off any saliva. it was so wrong having a crush on a man so much older than you and especially one who was your dad's friend. yet no one made you feel the way dean did. maybe because he was so much more experienced than guys your age.

"also don't pull that innocent act on me while you're dressed like that." dean's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. he tugged onto the waistline of your shorts before letting it go, making it lightly snap against your skin.

"I barely have any cute clothes and I just wanted to dress pretty for you." you replied with a pout.

"pretty thing like you doesn't have any cute clothes? that's a shame." he mocked your pout. "listen, I'll buy you whatever clothes you want if you behave."

before you could ask what he exactly meant your parents stepped in the kitchen with the grilled meat and vegetables in their hands.

dean and you both cleared your throats and sat down next to each other at the table. luckily for you he casually talked to your dad to ease the tension that was hanging in the air. dean ate ravenously as per usual, barely chewing his food before taking another bite.

you also took a bite of your food but nearly chocked when you felt his hand rest on your thigh. he stared directly at you with fake concern. "everythin' alright, sweetheart?" he asked while rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb.

your parents asked if you're okay as well and you just nodded. "yeah I'm fine, just chocked on my food."

all of you went back to eating and dean's hand started sliding up higher. the hotness of the summer was getting pressing at this point. you nudged his ankle with your foot and shot him an annoyed glare.

he cleared his throat and pressed his fingers against your clothed heat, rubbing them over the fabric of your shorts. a grin spread on his face. "don't you like the food me and your dad made?" he asked you when he saw that you were to distracted to keep eating.

your parents were getting really confused over your behavior. they didn't have a clue on what was happening underneath the tablecloth.

"n-no, I do like it. it's just... it's too hot right now, it's ruining my appetite." you lied through your teeth.

"well that's a shame." dean said with fake sympathy before unbuttoning your shorts.

that's when you stood up, completely flushed and sweaty. "I-I don't feel too good." you blurted out and went to the bathroom leaving dean completely alone with your parents.

[groovyangelkisses]

sweet girl who slept with craig once and waddles out of his room at smurf's wearing a random t-shirt she found in a clean clothes bin (popes) and a random pair of boxers (also popes).

stumbles out all wide-eyed into the living room where all of the boys are meeting and softly asks craig "do you wanna get breakfast with me?" :)

craig is so tempted to say yes, something he has absolutely never wanted to do before. but he's annoying and has an image to keep up, so he denies you. biting your lip all shy, a small mumble of "oh okay" as you ring your hands together. You sneak a quick peek at craig's handsome, unsettling older brother and give a tiny, embarrassed smile as you shuffle a bit, your scrunched socks (also popes) falling down a bit.

pope doesn't even know what possesses him when he stands.

"i'll-i'll go with you." outstretched hand and awkward tight lipped smile as he nods and walks toward you, jingling his truck keys in his pocket; not looking back.

[got-cursed-like-eve-got-bitten]

i log on. i sexualise the old man. i log off

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY as DAN SULLIVAN Street Kings 2: Motor City (2011)

[jackcody]

mdni!!! breeding kink + free use thoughts w/ titus danforth

titus danforth tracking your cycle with a clinical obsession. hiring the best ob/gyns in the world to monitor your fertility health. all female team, of course, titus danforth is the only man allowed to even breathe near it.

but when titus realise your in the prime window to breed; all hell breaks loose. you’re cockwarming him all night, him shifting inside of you as cum pools to the stained sheets. fucking you for hours; denying your orgasms again and again, him keeping you on the edge just for him to rip the pleasure right out of your reach.

titus’ favourite thing however? keeping you in the cabin just off the danforth grounds, breeding you whilst you do the most mundane of tasks. him pulling your panties to the side as you get dolled up to look pretty for him in your thigh highs and babydoll dress. the only noise in that room is the sound of flesh hitting each other, moans and the occasional “what’s that for, kitten?” from him as you excitedly show him what a product is for.

titus wouldn’t admit it, but you look so pretty bouncing on his cock as you attempt to do a winged eyeliner correctly <3

he doesn’t even look at your body with lust – more so anatomically, like how farmers look at a breeding cow. your tits? perfect for filling up with milk to feed his heirs. your hips? perfect to grab when you bounce up and down on his cock. even perfect for you to bear his heirs. your pussy? perfect to pump his loads in one after the other.

for you will give titus danforth an heir.

[llhowlett]

this pic has me horny af so here’s thigh riding with pope

minors dni

your hands were braced on pope’s broad shoulders as you dragged your panty-soaked cunt back and forth over the rough fabric of his jeans. your head was tipped back, little whines escaping your lips as your hips moved in desperate circles, chasing your pleasure. pope was watching you with that intensity that most people found unsettling but was only serving to make you more slick, your panties sticking to your wet flesh like a second skin. you don’t even know how long you had been at this. but he’d just looked so good sitting there, his thick thighs spread out comfortably, minding his own business as he watched one of his nature documentaries. it really didn’t take much for him to make your pussy throb.

your mewls only grew more needy, frustrated at the deliberate lack of friction that his cock would have you feeling within seconds.

“popey…” you whine, grinding down harder directly on his bulge that had been growing the minute you crawled into his lap.

pope hisses slightly, his hands coming to your hips to steady himself more than you.

“what is it, sweetheart?”

“can’t… wanna cum.” you pout, looking at him all doe-eyed and pleading. he bites back a groan. god, he was so fucking hard, his tip weeping with pre-cum.

“you can do it, baby.” he murmurs, his hands now rubbing your sides soothingly. “just a little more, honey, i know you can do it, hm?”

your cunt clenches around nothing at his deep, raspy voice, so reassuring and gentle even now as he unravelled every shred of your dignity.

you whine into his neck, your hips never stopping their relentless movements even as your poor clit throbbed and ached for some real attention, achy and puffy from rubbing against his denim.

“you want my help, baby?” he asks, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d pick up on the light condescension dripping from his voice.

your nod is immediate and pope smiles, two fingers tugging your drenched panties aside to circle your swollen little button. your mouth falls open, a raw moan leaving your lips as you slump against his frame. you grind slowly against his palm, your body vibrating with need as your thighs tense around his middle.

“there… that better?”

he has you coming shortly after, your juices seeping out from your ruined panties and onto his jeans and when you accidentally shift against his clothed cock, you’re not even the least bit surprised to find him soft <3

[unmarlou]

taking screenshots while on ft with sugar daddy!jack abbot to show ur friends who ur yachting for. telling him, oh my friend asked for your number, she said she’d be a sugar baby for you too! while giggling, curled up in his crisp white sheets, right at his side despite him having a california king. he just roll his eyes—his smirk doesn’t go unnoticed though—while his glasses sit on the tip of his nose, playing solitaire on his phone. “give her robby’s number, i’m closed off,” he mutters, taking just a second away from his game to reach over and smack your ass, making you squeal on purpose. “got my hands full already, don’t want anyone else, baby”

[unc-peepaw]

That's a crime to straighten his curls 😳

[groovyangelkisses]

cw: watersports-y? clingy!reader (my love <3)

pope letting you hold his dick while he pees <3

yeah he thinks it's kinda strange and definitely germy (though he's immensely clean) but he just sees the big pout in your eyes and the way you're desperate for him not to leave the room and he's saying yes before he can stop himself.

holding the door open for you and unzipping with an awkward "i... do you wanna... look, or?" as you grab him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder and mirroring your breaths. he's actually really relaxed, one hand around your waist holding you to him while the other hangs by his side, repeatedly tapping the pad of each of his thick fingers.

he groans a little once it starts, trying to muffle it with a masculine sniffle and cough but eventually he eases up when he really starts to take in the soft, loving feel of your hand holding him.

you both walk out of the bathroom and you're smiling and he's just like looking down trying to process that someone could love him and be that obsessed with him. passing by craig who just sighs and shakes his head before going in the bathroom after you both.

[rienxangl]

more stepdad jack!

cw: hypersexual reader! age gap! continuation from my last fic, hinted at erectile dysfunction jack

after stepdad abbot fucked you to an oblivion, you couldn’t get enough of him.. you wanted his cock in your pussy 24/7. you wanted to feel his touch constantly, feeling empty inside if he’s not playing with your body in some way. sometimes jack couldn’t even keep up with you, his dick not wanting to cooperate some days, staying completely flaccid while you’re trying to stimulate him—but you never cared, you just want to feel him in any warm hole of your body. it’s his fault though — he took your virginity, making you feel something you’ve never felt before, and now you can’t get enough. you’re not even that bratty towards him anymore, a little overbearing, but he can’t complain.

but what you’ve done today was a little gross, even for you. jack comes back from one of his workouts, ready to strip himself of his sweaty clothes and prosthetic— but as soon he unlocks the door and steps through the threshold, there’s you. jumping onto his frame- (he sees you’re wearing an oversized shirt, but he knows you have nothing on underneath.) you squeal slightly, jack grunts at the sudden impact to his chest. jack is scrambling to grab your wrists because he knows what you’re about to try to do- then he speaks.

“jesus, kid, i’m all sweaty. can’t you wait a bit?”

as he’s talking, you’re not really listening. you’re aching to feel his lips on yours and and his cock stuffing you full. you feel his damp skin and heated chest, but you don’t care, if anything is makes you wonder how his sweaty cock tastes.. would it be slightly saltier? would it be hotter in your mouth? you’re just so curious.. you feel yourself clenching around nothing.

“mm, why? c-can i just—” you quickly rip your hand out his grasp to slide down to gently touch on his cock through his workout shorts. you grip him and you can feel he’s already slightly hard— that makes you leak. you feel his chest reverberate as he moaned at your touch .. god, what has he done— he’s made you become a horny little demon.

“fuck, fine— you can only suck me off, but let me sit down at least..” you perk up, instantly standing on your tippy toes to smack your lips onto his, trying to catch his tongue with yours, sloppy with inexperience but desperate with need. jack obviously reciprocates but slowly is moving you across the living room and both down onto the couch to slightly relax before speaking again —

“well, go ahead and get your fill. i’m ready to go shower. then we can fuck all day long, kiddo.”

[mast3rbait3r]

sammy is the only one who can protect you ♡

content warning: crazy ex bf! sammy bryant, reader still misses him despite everything, fem/afab! reader, dubcon! (it's a lot so pls read carefully <3), stalking, breaking and entering, somnophilia, cheating, reluctance/coercion (for reader), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mating press

word count: 4.3k (holy moly)

author note: this is definitely the most insane thing i'm gonna write on here for a LONG time, but pls pls pls read the content warnings!!! <3

minors do not interact, 18+ only

things were coming to a head in yours and sammy's relationship. he was starting to ask too many questions about where you were and what you were doing, to the point that you felt annoyed by the idea of leaving the house. one night, you were planning on going out with friends. you got all dolled up, putting on a dress that had probably been collecting dust in your closet for close to a year. you finish doing your hair and makeup, ready to leave, when you hear your front door open. you had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be, since he was the only one with a key to your house at the moment.

you head down the stairs, where you find sammy already waiting for you in the living room. he takes one glance at your outfit and immediately gets a sharp tone. "that's not happening." he motions to your outfit, to which you roll your eyes. "i'm just going out with the girls, sammy. it'll be fine." he steps right in front of you as you try to move past, arms crossed over his chest. "i said it's not happening, sweetheart." he repeats himself, eyes boring into yours as if it were supposed to be intimidating. you'd long gotten over sammy's little power trips that he got every now and again.

a lot of people questioned why you were still with him, and your answer every time was that you weren't exactly a saint yourself. you were quite reactive, often being the one to start arguments with sammy. although anyone else in your situation might have said that sammy is the one that brought out that reactive side in you. but regardless, you still loved him and he loved you. the relationship was dysfunctional at best, but you figured it would be something that could mellow out over time. well- at least that's what you thought before the next words that came out of your mouth.

"get the fuck out of my face, sammy. i want to do this one thing and you're already trying to ruin it for me." you snap at him, which actually causes him to falter for a second. but as soon as you open the floor for an argument, sammy is more than willing to oblige. "i'm not letting you leave the house looking like some hooker i see every day on the streets." he claps back, and you feel your blood begin to boil. "it's a good thing i don't need your permission then." you shove past him, knocking his shoulder as you grab your phone and purse. just before you can walk out the front door, he reaches over you and shuts it.

"you walk out of this house and see what happens." he speaks lowly in your ear. normally, it would have done the trick and gotten you to stay. not necessarily because you wanted to follow his orders, but because your body always felt weak when he was so close to you and using that tone of voice. "what are you gonna do sammy, really?" you turn around to face him, watching the anger grow in his expression when he realizes you're actually willing to walk out that door. the door to your own house, mind you. as soon as that realization dawns on you, you step out of the way and open the door. "actually, i think you can walk out of this house instead." you speak flatly, watching as he stiffens.

"i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you." he tries to shut the door, but you hold steady. "get out of my house sammy, we're done." your voice was cold now, finally having had enough of his bullshit. you weren't sure why this was the time where everything had boiled over, but you were ready to be done with him. "the fuck do you mean we're done? you don't get to say that to me." he snaps at you. you hear your friend's car pull up outside, and you knew sammy wasn't going to stick around in the off-chance that she'd help you gang up on him in an argument. your glare doesn't waver, but you feel a hint of satisfaction when you watch him deflate and grab his jacket. "we may be done, but this is far from over." you feel a twinge of something in your chest when he says your name after that last sentence.

you watch him walk out, not missing the way he refused to look up at you as he got in his car. you decided to reflect on all of that later, locking up your house and then getting in your best friend's car. you head toward the bar with her, ready to drink yourself to sleep for the night. hopefully the alcohol would help take your mind off of everything that just happened. so you did, you let loose with all of your friends and absolutely crashed when you got home. you couldn't lie, it was nice coming home to complete silence and being able to go right to sleep without an argument happening right before. that night, you went to sleep finally feeling like you could breathe. however, what you didn't know, was that sammy's last words to you were not a bluff.

it's been about a year since you and sammy split up, now. you were pleasantly surprised at the way he just seemed to disappear from your life. well- you were a bit wary of the immediate silence, but eventually you accepted it and moved on with your life. things were going well and you felt stronger, mentally and physically. you'd even met a new man, whom you'd officially entered into a relationship with about a month ago. he was like a breath of fresh air compared to sammy, at least... that's how it felt in the beginning. that feeling didn't take long to wear off, the honeymoon phase coming to a rather abrupt end. regardless, you kept him around because he didn't pester you about every little thing. then again, he didn't really seem to care about anything.

it began to feel like he just enjoyed the idea of having a girlfriend, or maybe just the social status that came with being in a relationship. whatever it was, he really didn't do much but sit on his ass and play video games when he got off of work. you were kind enough to let him bring his xbox over to your house, so he could play while spending time with you. you hadn't thought much of it then, figuring that he'd use it sparingly. instead, he'd just sit there on your couch all night long, not once even asking if you wanted to join him. you would just sit next to him, scrolling through social media on your phone. you often found yourself falling asleep next to him, and he couldn't even be bothered to cover you with a blanket before he went to bed in your room.

while you enjoyed the silence that came from your current relationship, you came to realize that you were starting to miss the way sammy actually cared about what you did. he may have been a controlling, incredibly overprotective dick, but he cared and he loved you. you weren't sure if your current boyfriend would even be willing to stand up for you if he heard someone call you out of your name. sammy would have already pounced on the aggressor before you could blink, likely cussing them out or even throwing punches. one night, your boyfriend had actually bothered to give you some attention. you weren't sure what the special occasion was, but the two of you had hardly even kissed in the past week.

you were currently straddling his lap, your lips colliding and tongues battling for dominance. your boyfriend has his hands on your bare breasts, kneading them haphazardly. you ignored the way you could barely feel it and just kept kissing him. you were so desperate to be touched that you didn't even notice you'd left the blinds to your bedroom open. it was late at night, and your lamp was on, meaning anybody could see inside. tonight, similar to many nights for the past year, anybody mostly referred to sammy. who sat in his car across the street, white-knuckled grip on his steering wheel as he watches that imbecile try and make you feel good. he can tell, even from here, that it wasn't working. he could tell by the way your back wasn't arching into him, and your hips weren't rolling against his, desperate for friction.

this guy was a fucking idiot if he thought he could ever make you feel as good as sammy could. sammy scoffs to himself when he sees your boyfriend pull away and take you off his lap. he can see the way your shoulders deflate and you draw your knees up to your chest to cover yourself. sammy doesn't even want to know what happened as he sees your boyfriend leave the bedroom. all he knew was that time was up for this dumbass. sammy was way better for you, anyway. he was going to make sure you knew that, too. so he puts his final plan into action, getting cozy in his car for the night. keeping his promise that he told you that last night before he left, sammy didn't disappear like you thought he did. he was always there, lurking in the background.

he spent more time living in his car than his own house these days, always wanting to see where you were and what you were doing. he was happy to see that you hadn't done much to move on from him. you'd only been back to the bar twice since your last night together, and he never watched you bring another man home. probably because he'd be in that same bar, intimidating any man that even bothered to look in your direction. telling them that you're not available, and if they tried, they wouldn't be around to see the sunrise. but what he did see every now and again, was when you'd get home from a long day, march right up to your room, strip yourself naked, and get cozy with that hot pink toy in your bed.

naturally, he was upset when he found out about that toy in the first place, back when the two of you were together. he saw it as him not being good enough to please you, that you had to take matters into your own hands. he thought you got rid of it, like he'd asked, but obviously not. he was grateful for it recently, watching like a hawk through his binoculars when your pretty legs would be spread wide and your head would fall back against the sheets. he noticed that after you and your new boyfriend got together, you started to use it more often. a clear indicator that your boyfriend wasn't shit at pleasing you. all the more reason for him to get you back, right?

sammy continues to let his mind wander as he waits for the morning, thinking about all the ways this plan could work out. you could take him back, admit that nobody ever made you feel as good as sammy did. you could get angry at him, maybe even threaten to hurt him, though that really wasn't like you. you could call the police, even though he technically is the police, and he'd be forced to flee and leave you alone. regardless, sammy needed you to know that he was far from gone. you'd never be able to get rid of him, and you shouldn't want to. so, when the sun begins to rise, and your poor excuse of a boyfriend leaves for work, he exits his car. he doesn't bother to check his surroundings, knowing your quiet neighborhood like the back of his hand.

he makes his way to your front door, fishing out the key that you'd never asked for him to return. oh, his clumsy and silly girl, if only you knew how much trouble that one little detail would get you into. he slides into the lock with ease, gently turning the knoband pushing open the door. thanks to sammy, your doors were quiet when opening. he'd bought you plenty of house and hardware supplies in case you needed to fix things when he wasn't around. he just wished that you could have remembered stuff like that before you broke up with him. all he did for you, the ways he helped you, the way it all showed that he cared for you.

he slips off his shoes and jacket, padding his way up to your bedroom. he makes it to your door, gently opening it and peeking through to see you curled up, fast asleep. you looked as beautiful as ever, especially since he hadn't been able to see you this close in a long time. he walks over to your side of the bed, freezing when he sees you flip onto your back. when you don't stir for a few more seconds, he smirks. you don't even realize it, but you've completely opened yourself up to him and his evil little plan. he carefully pulls the covers off of you, breath hitching slightly when he sees you in nothing but your panties and a flimsy t-shirt. it'd been too long since you were sleeping next to him like this.

he knew damn well that other guy didn't deserve to see you like this in the slightest. especially when he had no idea what to do with all of your beautiful curves and soft skin. but sammy knew every little thing that made you tick. he knew just the right moves to make those plush thighs tremble, to have your back arching off the bed, to make you cry out enough that it could potentially concern the neighbors. he needed you, in his life, in his bed, on his cock. he couldn't stand another minute of you not being his. so he finally takes what he's been missing as he carefully spreads your soft thighs just enough to slip your panties down.

he moves carefully, eyes trained on your face for any sign of you waking up. when he finds none, he moves to the end of the bed and begins to climb on top of it. he maneuvers himself carefully, brining his face between the warm of your thighs. he doesn't waste a second, knowing that any moment now, he'd either be screamed at or kicked out. he delves into your slick cunt, tongue greedily lapping at you. he wondered if maybe your body already knew he was there, because he wasn't sure how you'd gotten so wet when you were supposed to be asleep. he licks at your clit, watching the way your body twitches ever so slightly. you must have been really tired, because you barely flinched when one of his chubby fingers pushes inside you.

it's clear that you can feel something, given the way you're starting to make gentle noises and squirm even more. he's looking up at you through his lashes as his nose catches against your clit and his tongue gratefully accepts your slick courtesy of his finger. you taste just as good as he remembers, and he quickly feels himself getting dizzy from how amazing it felt to be right back where he belonged. he's snapped out of his trance when he hears you slowly coming to. your little noises get a bit louder the more you gain consciousness, but he can tell the exact moment you realize what's happening because your entire body locks up and your breath hitches. but he doesn't stop moving, he even adds another finger inside you. you're frozen in place for a moment, glancing down between your thighs to see soft auburn curls and hazel eyes peering up at you.

"s-sammy?" your voice is raspy from sleep, but you're still incredibly confused and groggy as well. "yeah, pretty girl. i came home to see you." he hums against you, using his free hand to gently rub your thigh. much to his frustration, you finally seem to realize what's going on and you immediately wrench yourself away from him. "what the fuck are you doing?!" you shout at him. you try to scurry off the bed, but sammy's faster and he pins you down to the bed. "hey, hey... calm down. i'm not gonna hurt you. just relax, it'll all be okay." he speaks calmly, too fucking calmly for the situation you're in right now. "how did you- what- what the fuck is going on?" you feel your breathing become shallow, your brain still struggling to catch up. your eyes go wide with horror as you watch sammy get up and walk over to you.

"'s alright, baby. i'm here to save you from that sorry ass you call a boyfriend." he chuckles softly, takings your hands in his and pulling you closer. you lay there stiffly, but you don't push him away. you don't fight him off because the rational part of your brain has apparently stayed asleep while the rest missed the warm touch of your crazy ex-boyfriend. "saw that he can't even fondle this pretty body the right way. fucking pathetic..." he smirks when he feels you start to relax in his arms. he lifts your chin with a finger, forcing you to look at him. "want your real man to make you feel good?" he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. normally, you'd be all fight and nasty words, but you couldn't deny how terrible your current boyfriend was, even compared to sammy.

"need to hear you say it, sweetheart. i won't do anything else until you tell me to." he speaks softly, watching you slowly become pliant beneath him again. "now you care about what i want?" you scoff at him, gasping when he leans down and starts to press kisses along the side of your neck. "you know i've always cared, you just don't like the way i show it." he replies as his hand slides back between your legs. "you're not gonna push me away this time, sweet girl?" he smirks, watching your eyes flutter when he starts to rub circles into your aching clit. you were currently in a huge dilemma. one part of you has been craving the things that only sammy can give you, but the other is still freaked out by the fact that your crazy ex-boyfriend broke into your home and woke you up from being nose-deep in between your legs. you haven't heard from him in almost a year, and this is his idea of a reunion?

"sammy, this isn't the way to get me back." you sigh, a futile attempt at reasoning with him. "you need to go, you can't be here." your resolve was finally starting to rebuild, but you notice that sammy hasn't wavered and his smirk has only grown stronger. "i can't be here? baby, i still have my key. i have every fucking right to be at home with you." he's so damn smug about it that his tone grates on your nerves, just like it always did. this isn't how you wanted the reunion to go. you wanted it to be something sweet where sammy professes that he can't live without you, that he'll change his ways, do better for you. but you knew that wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted to have control over the one person who was consistent in his life.

"you're gonna tell me that dork is a better boyfriend than me?" he scoffs at you. he withdraws his hand from between your legs, but it just stops at the waistband of his sweats. he unties the strings and yanks down his pants quickly, followed by his boxers. you don't make an attempt to move even though he's not exactly pinning you down anymore. "come on, baby. he can't even keep you safe from intruders." he chuckles, dragging his tip through your slick folds. a soft whimper escapes your lips, betraying any sort of defense you might have had against him. "bet he's got a fucking shrimp, probably can't stretch out that needy pussy like she deserves." he rolls his eyes, lining himself up with your entrance.

"yeah, he's also not a control freak and doesn't make me feel like a prisoner in my own house." you clap back at him. he has the decency to pause at your words, forcing him to reflect on his behavior for the first time in a long time. all this time, sammy really wanted to keep you safe from all the dangers he truly knew existed in this world. his method of doing so was less than ideal, coming across as controlling and not willing to respect your autonomy. he saw it as better that way than seeing you get hurt by someone else. he'd never truly considered the fact that he might be the one hurting you. but now wasn't the time to reflect any longer, he wanted you and he wanted you now.

"tell you what, baby. you come on my cock the way you need to, i'll do whatever it takes to get you back." he finally speaks up after an awkward moment of silence. "what the hell are you even saying?" you don't get another word out when he roughly shoves his entire cock inside you, causing you to cry out. your back arches off the bed, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. "don't overthink it, sweetheart. just make a mess on me and we'll talk it out later." he grunts as he starts to thrust in and out of you at an even pace. his cock is hitting all the right places inside you, your jaw slack as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

"still squeezin' me just right. d'ya really think anyone else would fit in this pussy like me?" he smirks down at you, leaning down and shoving his tongue into your open mouth. you moan loudly, letting him lick against your tongue in the way that had you clenching around him. he then lifts your legs, hands scooping under your knees then pressing them toward your chest. your loud moans mingle with his when he manages to reach even deeper. "that's it, pretty girl. feel good on me. fuck- just like that, taking me so fucking good." he pants against your neck, pounding into you. he can't wait to see all the scratches you're leaving on him later in your bathroom mirror. because of course he wasn't gonna leave you again after this. your punk ass boyfriend can find somewhere else to be boring.

it was starting to show, just how long it'd been since you'd had proper, fulfilling sex. you were already close, but so was sammy. "don't forget this, baby. nobody can keep you safe like i can. only i can protect you the way you fucking need." you can't ignore the way his batshit crazy words brought you even closer to the edge. "look at me while you come. need to see that pretty face you've only let me dream about for the past year." he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. instantly, your coming around his cock and clenching him so tight he grimaces. he drinks up every ounce of your expression, watching you tremble beneath him as he fucks you through your orgasm. seconds later, he's spilling deep inside you with one final thrust. he rolls over to your side, pulling you against him and burying his face in your hair.

your phone rings, the caller id shows up with your boyfriend's name. sammy glares at the phone like it's personally offended him. but then a thought comes to his head. "answer it, baby. tell him to never show his ugly ass face around this neighborhood again." he reaches over you and grabs the phone, answering it before you could protest. "hello?" you answer quietly. the phone was on speaker, so sammy could hear everything. "hey, uh- i'm not gonna make it home tonight. the boys want to go to an e-sports comp." your boyfriend speaks lamely, not even trying to sound guilty about the fact that he's ditching you for gaming bullshit once again. "don't bother coming back at all. we're done..." you say calmly before hanging up the phone and blocking his contact. you made a mental note to take his xbox out to the backyard later and smash it to pieces.

sammy's slightly surprised at how willing you were. but he didn't know that you'd been dying for a reason to break up with your boyfriend anyway. he wasn't even a warm body to you anymore, he was just completely useless. you sit your phone back on the nightstand and turn back to sammy. "this doesn't mean you're in the clear." you give him a knowing look, and he just nods. "you weren't gonna listen to me any other way." he argues, running his hand over your bare waist and pulling you closer. you couldn't argue with that, but it still doesn't change what he's already done. "alright, i'm sorry for the way i treated you then, baby. you know i hate the thought of something happening to you. i just- sucked at showing it." he sighs heavily, his eyes softening the way you'd longed for them to. you could tell he was fully aware that healing your relationship would take time. luckily for him, his words and his dick were quite the convincing combination.

alex's thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎: this one came to me in a daydream hehe... was meant to be a short blurb, didn't mean for it to be a damn essay T-T butttt, longer fic means one thing and one thing only >:3

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