Venus In Furs

I’d like to be able to be calmer mdni!!!

[iwishuweredead]

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𖤐 ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔩

𖤐 𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 - 𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 - 𝔣𝔯/𝔢𝔫𝔤

𖤐 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 : 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰𝔶 (𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔱 #𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔱)& 𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔣𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩, 𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔞, 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠, 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱

𖤐 𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔟 - 𝔰𝔞𝔬𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔱í𝔫 - 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔠𝔢 - 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔦 - 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 

#𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰

𖤐 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔪’𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 <3

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[mast3rbait3r]

first time doing cowgirl with pope cody <3

minors do not interact - 18+

nothing could have prepared pope cody for the first time you asked him to do cowgirl position. typically, you guys would stick to missionary because that's what he was comfortable with. who were you to complain when he was incredibly well-endowed, AND he knew how to use that monster cock he was blessed with. you were always completely spent and satisfied after sex when it came to pope, but you also wanted to start experimenting with him a little bit. 

so, you finally pop the question. naturally, pope goes along with whatever you want because he just wants to feel you around him. the noises you made when he was inside you were the best bonus he could ask for. it's late at night, you're both already cuddled up in bed. his chest is pressed up against your back, one of his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, and his head buried in the nape of your neck. 

you were having trouble sleeping, which happened more often than you cared to admit. but you knew pope was awake, since he slept even less than you. he'd never dare to move a muscle once you finally fell asleep, though. regardless, he was more than aware of your restlessness even though you hadn't so much as stirred. he gently rubbed circles into your soft tummy, kissing your hair. 

"you okay?" he mumbles against you. you nod slowly, turning over your shoulder a bit to look at him. he can see the look in your eyes, recognizing what was going through your head in that moment. "i need you…" you sigh quietly, not-so-subtly pressing your ass back against the half-baked erection in his boxers. his breath hitches at the contact, but he obliges instantly. you turn over and move to straddle him, his hands catch your hips and help you get settled. his eyes travel up your body as you sit flush against him. 

his cock is straining almost painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers now. you slowly roll your hips against him, a soft sigh emitting from your parted lips. he couldn't decide where he wanted to watch first as you start to become more confident in your movements. "does it feel good?" his thumbs stroke over the skin of your waist. "want you inside me." you pant, shivering at the sensation of the mutual wet spot seeping through your panties. he responds with a strangled 'okay' as he yanks down his boxers and pulls your panties to the side for you. 

he lets you do the honors of sliding yourself down on his cock. although he'd long grown out of his phase of coming too early when you first started having sex, in this moment, he swore he was a goner. watching the way your face tenses in pleasure while you split yourself open on top of him was easily one of the most beautiful things he'd ever witnessed. then, you actually start moving. bouncing on his cock so enthusiastically, head falling back in pure bliss. he's gasping out your name, mesmerized by the sound of slapping skin mixed with your loud moans. 

the louder you got, the closer he got to blowing his load before you were ready. he moves one of his hands lower, furiously rubbing at your clit with his thumb so he could get you there faster. "fuck, andrew…"  you cry out, hips stuttering at the overwhelming stimulation. he's groaning loudly now, using every technique he'd ever learned to not come until you do. "yeah- fuck-" he mutters, his voice cracking slightly. "feels so good." you whimper, leaning over to slam your lips against his. that was his undoing, he instantly explodes, full on moaning like a girl while he buries himself deep inside you. his grip on your ass is tight as he holds you against him, making sure you weren't going to spill a single drop. 

before you could even try to think that he forgot about you, he resumes toying with your clit and starts bucking his hips up into you. soon enough, you're clenching around him so tight he's forced to slip out of you. although every bone in his body wanted another round, he saw the way your eyelids became heavy with exhaustion. he was like your own personal melatonin, the way he could fuck you to sleep without trying. he gently lifts you back onto your side of the bed, grabbing the supplies to get you cleaned up. once you're both freshened up, he gets back into bed, pulling you tight against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck once more.

alex's thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎: period horny hits different i just want my popey in bed next to me someone FUCKING SEDATE ME AAAAAAAAAA

divider cred: @/cursed-carmine

taglist: @nyxmoretti @popecodysgirl @romantic-insomniac @sunbonesss @in-ky @nightpitt @uncassettodiricordi @thedivinegirlyp0p

[peepawhatosybbg]

Gonna make more of otter shawn 🦦

[iwishuweredead]

one thing about shawn hatosy is that his ass is either gonna be playing a cop or some everyday hero archetype OR the one the police is looking for, no in between and I love that about him keep it up big dawg

[mast3rbait3r]

choose your fate. whose heart do you desire most?

what is a curious soul to do when faced with such remarkable opportunities?

will you follow the path of those who are considered otherwise untouchable?

might you fall into the hands of the unsuspecting hermits who have yet to embrace the touch of another?

the journey of the seven deadly sins is not one to be taken lightly, as many who have come before you... have not lived to tell the tale.

pride | greed | envy | wrath | lust | gluttony | sloth

sammy bryant, jack abbot, and titus danforth are all gone hehe

here lies the fate of those that have been chosen.

**i will be updating this regularly as requests come in! please make sure you are sending your requests in the replies of each indiviual post, not this one!!**

alex's thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎: hi babies! welcome to my new writing challenge, celebrating 500 followers! i wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your love and support, it means the world to me!! i'm sending out all the kisses and hugs! i love you all so much!!!!!! <3

smoke divider cred: @/pixopix

[shadeofpeach]

need to use his back as a cat scratcher

[yesimfinewhydoyouask]

Hello! I was going through your masterlist and I happened to see you’re open for some Sammy request and I had this idea I wanted to share if you don’t mind!

So this is when Sammy is already divorced and he met (fem) reader, they like each other, they get together and it’s all cute and lovely but they haven’t had the “what are we” conversation yet, even though reader doen’t even feel the need to have it. Sure, she would love to have some reassurance but she also know that they’re adults so is there really the need for it? They go on dates, they talk and do all the relationship stuff so of course they’re dating, she still haven’t met his son but she know about the messy divorce and the even messier ex-wife so she is not gonna push it just to have some reassurance.

Anyway, one day, reader overhears a conversation between Sammy and some of his collegues (maybe reader wanted to bring Sammy some lunch at the station or she was just walking around and saw him during his patrol, I don’t know, feel free to choose whatever lol) and the conversation is tipycal locker talk. Like his collegues are teasing Sammy about his brand new “badge bunny” and not only Sammy is partecipating to the conversation but he seems really into it, making some sad comments about his and reader’s relationship by making it sound really casual.

Reader is hurt but Sammy doesn’t know she heard everything so he gets confuse when reader is pulling away from him. Especially because Sammy was being a giant cavemen with his collegues, just wanted to play macho, he actually really care about reader so when he finds out why reader got distant he just want to punch himself.

So basically I just need Sammy to grovel to the moon and back and crawls back to reader begging for forgiveness. 😅

Locker Room Talk

Sammy Bryant x acab!f!reader

Description- After weeks of unofficial dating, you happen to overhear some unsavory remarks about you from Sammy's coworkers, and you're left disappointed by the man you thought you knew

CW- hurt/comfort, Dewey (ugh), author's acab tendencies bleeding through, mentions of forgetting to eat/not eating while upset, southland-typical levels of misogyny, badge bunny mentions, no one does the right thing initially

AN- i was handed this on a silver platter, so the true thanks goes to my good friend anon (<3) also sorry for the hundred mentions of The Princess Bride, that wasn't planned and just came out

You never wanted to date a cop. Hell, you never even wanted to be near a cop. Seeing the familiar black and white car always made your heart quicken in your chest and a faint chill go through you, even if it was parked along the side of the road with no one inside. You couldn’t help it. You knew the damage that could be done by one bad cop, or even a decent one having a bad day. All it took was a few seconds of poor judgement for irrevocable damage to be done, and you’d seen it play out firsthand. Racist cops that would give some of your friends a hard time for driving down the wrong neighborhood while letting others off for speeding for the low price of a friendly smile and a half-meant Sorry, officer. You’d seen guns pulled on people with disabilities and mental health concerns, the officers taking an old man’s shaky hands as a threat from a tweaker and not the remnant of the stroke he’d barely survived the year before. 

Maybe even worse, you knew what cops could do to the people they loved. Who do you turn to when you’re in danger when the very people meant to protect you are best buds with the same person who hurts you, closing ranks like the mere presence of a shiny badge makes their job security more important than the lives of countless others?

No, you did not like cops.

But you did like Sammy.

Sweet Sammy, who asked you for help picking out books for his son one day at the bookstore where you worked, hands full of sturdy books with thick, cardboard-like pages, meant to withstand the love of a toddler. He shuffled through a few that he’d picked out, smiling bashfully as he said he wanted to get a few, so his boy could see all types of things, not just the superhero books he’d grown up on. You were pleasantly surprised at the array he’d chosen, some with little girls as the heroes, or happy, smiling families drawn on the cover that weren’t all the conveniently caucasian nuclear family that media seemed so obsessed with. There was even one with blended families, a cute stick figure image of a little boy with a mom and a dad on one side, and another two moms on the other, all holding hands and linked in a chain, shining up at you from strategically water-resistant paper.

He seemed nervous as you flipped through his stack, but breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when you smiled up at him, saying that he’d gotten some of your favorites.

“How old is your kid?”

He beamed, gaze dropping to his feet as he shuffled, a proud look on his face like he still couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky to be able to have conversations like these about his little boy.

“Just over a year. Nate.” He sighed heavily, growing wistful. “Yeah, he’s growing like a weed. I wanna get these for him, even if he can’t read yet. Just to be prepared, y’know? Especially with his mother-” He cut himself off, lips pressing together tightly like he’d just found himself on the verge of spilling secrets.

“Not in the picture?” you asked softly.

He nodded stiffly, seemingly grateful for the out you offered. “Yeah. At least not consistently. Not in the way he needs.”

You hummed, giving him a sympathetic smile. 

“Well, sometimes one great parent is better than two stressed out ones trying to make it work.”

His eyes narrowed at that, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks, suddenly terrified you’d overstepped. But then, he smiled. He was adorable, with crooked teeth and sweet hazel eyes, a few stray curls falling down across his forehead that tempted you to reach out and brush them back.

“That’s my hope,” he admitted. “I stayed a lot longer than I should have, to be honest. But hurting me is one thing. My son…” He shook his head decisively.

You couldn’t help but smile. Most of the parents who came in were exhausted, drifting through the aisles like a weary ghost, trudging after kids who excitedly asked for a million things, and only heard the word no. You couldn’t blame the parents for being tired, but this man was a breath of fresh air. His son wasn’t even with him, and he’d made a stop at a bookstore, just to be prepared. Just in case. You could tell already, this wasn’t the type of man who would snap at his children or threaten to take away things they loved when their excitement got a little too loud.

“I’m Sammy, by the way.” He offered his hand to you, pressing his stack of books to his chest with the other. He gave you a shy smile. “Since I’m already telling you all about my life.” You took his hand, giving it a firm shake. The warmth of it distracted you as you said your name, his smooth skin and occasional calluses crowding your mind and pushing all other thoughts out. 

“I don’t know about everything,” you drawled when his hand was back on his books and you could breathe again. “I don’t know your social security number, for one.”

A surprised laugh burst out of him, loud enough that a few heads turned towards you. You grinned sheepishly, ducking your head away from the sudden attention and grateful when the other patrons just rolled their eyes and went back to browsing. 

Sammy’s bright smile made it worth any amount of embarrassment.

“I gotta admit, I appreciate the directness,” he teased. His eyes crinkled at the corner, his smile so wide it took up his whole handsome face. 

You shrugged your shoulders, your own smile ruining your nonchalance as you folded your arms across your chest, leaning back on the bookshelf behind you.

“What can I say? I’m a busy woman. Who has time for all that Nigerian prince preamble nowadays?”

Sammy hummed, clearly amused. “Guess I’d better be quick then. Think you could spare a few very important minutes helping me find a few more?” He looked hopeful, soft hazel eyes wide and pleading.

You grinned, a thrum of excitement going through you. His eyes seemed to twinkle when he was happy, little flecks of green shining down at you.

“I think I can spare more than a few for you, Sammy.”

Sammy smirked as he slid the pile of books across the counter to you. 

“Careful not to accidentally write down my credit card number,” he joked, eyes narrowed teasingly. 

You scoffed out a laugh, chewing on your lip as you thought. You started scanning books, adding them each to an oversized bag when you were done before moving onto the next.

“What if I wrote down something else?” you asked evenly, eyes fixed down so he couldn’t see the blush staining your skin.

He hummed inquisitively.

“Like what?”

You smiled down at your stack, another beep of the barcode scanner covering the nervous breath of air you let out. You lifted a shoulder, trying to stay casual.

“LIke my phone number.” You lifted your head, glancing up at him with a scanned book in your hand. “You know…so you can tell me if Nate likes his books.”

He looked shell-shocked for a moment, frozen in place for a moment before he caught himself and blinked, his brow creasing as he looked away, swallowing thickly as he tried to force the cogs of his brain to turn and produce words again. You smiled watching him, biting your lip to keep from giggling. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a man so flustered over just the mention of getting your phone number.

He nodded after a moment, the movement jerky and not quite all there. His apology was clear in his eyes, embarrassment written across his features as plain to see as the freckles scattered across his nose. 

“Yeah,” he said with more effort than he would like, still finding it hard to meet your eyes. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, cheeks turning pink as you giggled, slowly scanning more books, though you kept peeking back up at him. “Sorry, I haven’t…It’s been a while.” He gave you a shy smile when you grinned at him.

“And I could thank you properly,” he added awkwardly after a moment. “For the recommendations, I mean. Maybe over coffee?”

You grinned, scanning the last of his items and slipping it into his brown paper bag with the others.

“I’d like that a lot.”

You scribbled down your number on a slip of paper while he fished out his wallet from his pocket to pay. He looked at it for a moment when you handed it to him, his lips silently forming the digits of your phone number before he carefully folded it and added it to his pocket. He grinned, ducking his head with a soft sigh before accepting his bag where it sat on the counter between you. 

“Thank you, for that,” he said quietly.

Your smile only grew. “Thank you, Sammy. For being a patron,” you added, flashing him a playful wink. Your stomach did a somersault when he breathed out a short laugh through his nose, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

“And I’m serious about getting Nate’s feedback,” you said pointedly. “So you’d better call.”

He nodded like you’d given him an order, the corners of his eyes creasing with quiet amusement. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, picking up his bag and taking a few steps backwards towards the door. “I know how important your time is. I wouldn’t dare waste it!”

You giggled, giving him a final wave as he shouldered the door open, the mechanical door chime ringing as it swung open and then shut behind him.

It was hard to imagine that that was the same Sammy who sat a few feet away from you now, laughing raucously with his friends, all wearing their thick protective uniforms and clunky utility belts. Food was spread out on the table between them, and they took up a whole corner of the outdoor pavilion, several smaller tables pushed together to form one. 

“How’s it treatin’ you?” one man asked Sammy, his voice amped up like he was high on caffeine. He threw a slender arm around Sammy’s shoulders, jostling him and making an exaggerated sound of excitement. “C’mon, man! Don’t spare us the dirty deetz!” He laughed obnoxiously, and you rolled your eyes.

That must be Dewey. You hadn’t meant any of Sammy’s friends from the precinct, but you’d spoken to Sherman on the phone and you knew a bit about the rest from what Sammy had told you on various date nights over the last few weeks. 

You’d grown closer to the man since he’d called you about getting that coffee. He’d fulfilled his promise of telling you about Nate’s thoughts on the books, even going so far as to show you a few pictures of the little boy on his phone, all ginger curls and broad smiles like his dad. Sammy had said that Nate didn’t seem to have a true favorite yet, but that he thought the one about the little girl who becomes a knight and rides dragons to save her kingdom was the best tasting.

You’d texted him again shortly after that, asking if he’d tried the new pizza place in town. He’d gotten back to you a few hours later, saying that he hadn’t, but he’d heard good things. You’d  sent a simple Meet there at 7? My treat of course. I’d have a better time with you there :) and found him already there when you walked up at 6:50, wearing a leather jacket that looked unfairly good on him. You had hoped he considered it a date, and you thought he did, especially when he fought you to pay for the pizza you decided to share. He let you win after an almost embarrassingly heated squabble, a small line forming behind you as you argued back and forth in hushed tones in front of the cashier, but you caught him trying to sneak a twenty into your purse when you came back from the bathroom. Any lingering doubt about what the night was to him was quelled when he walked you to your car, awkwardly leaning on it with one hand on the roof as he lingered in your space. It took almost a full minute before he asked if he could kiss you, shuddering out a relieved laugh when you grinned and admitted that you hoped he would.

From then you’d been inseparable. 

You saw each other more days than not, grabbing food on your lunch break or having dinner at his apartment when Nate was at his mom’s. Sometimes he would run errands with you when he wasn’t on shift, or you’d join him, taking whatever moments together you could between your busy schedules. 

Sammy was relieved that you knew from the beginning that he was a father. He didn’t have to worry as much about scaring you off when he talked about Nate, although you could sometimes pick up on his apprehension when he had to change plans to accommodate one of Tammi’s sudden change of plans, dropping everything to go pick up his son or get drawn into a long argument on the phone with his ex-wife, the movie you were supposed to be watching together paused on the TV. 

He would look at you with so much guilt, it nearly broke your heart. Thankfully he was easy to soothe, and you truly did understand. Nate always came first. That’s how it should be, and you would never change it. And Tammi came along with Nate, something Sammy had more trouble reconciling most days than you did. 

You had yet to meet the little kid who brought your sweet Sammy into your store that day. Sammy wanted to do everything by the book, specifically his parenting books that he treated like holy texts, reading and rereading them like he could find some hidden trick that would guarantee his son’s happiness and stability if he just looked close enough. One thing they all agreed on was to not confuse kids about who was sticking around and who wasn’t. Sammy was very kind whenever it came up, and you’d never explicitly asked to meet his son, but you had made sure to mention that you would feel comfortable with it if he was. 

You’d started to think that he might be warming to the idea recently. He wasn’t as guilt-ridden when he would have to leave with short notice, just giving you a sincere Sorry, babe and a kiss before he was shrugging on his jacket and trying to find his keys. He showed you more pictures of Nate, always smiling so softly at the round-cheeked little boy, who seemed to be just as much trouble as his father. 

Now, standing in the middle of the open air food court in downtown LA, you realized you might have misread some things.

“Can’t believe you finally went and bagged a bunny!” 

“Nah, nah, you’ve got it all wrong,” a young man said, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. Ben Sherman, if you had to guess. You recognized his voice. “This isn’t a standard catch and release like any normal person would do. This is Bryant.” He ruffled his partner’s hair, and Sammy slapped his hand away, grinning even as he tried to scowl. 

You thought for a moment that Sammy would interrupt, say something to defend you, to defend your relationship. Anything to acknowledge that things weren’t like that between you, that you had something real, not something he could find with any of the young women that would love to jump his bones if he flashed them his badge. But when he spoke, you wished he hadn’t.

“Yeah, and why would I?” he asked, smug in a way you’d never seen before. He was peacocking in front of his friends, making a big show of what a man he was. “Believe me, you’d keep her around too if you got what I’m getting.” Your face burned. You felt like you might throw up, the ground seeming to drop away under your feet.

Dewey spoke again, only egged on. “Oh, she’s keeping up with you? You got yourself a little energizer rabbit at home?”

Sammy made a face, balling up his napkin and lobbing it at his friend, who dodged with a sharp cackle. Any reassurance you might have found in it was undone by the laugh in his voice, smiling even as he glared at the man and scolded him.

“Let’s just say she’s got plenty of hop and leave it at that.” The table erupted into cheers, uninformed officers clapping Sammy on the back and jostling his shoulders goodnaturedly. 

You could stay any longer. You had half a mind to storm up to him and confront him, to make him look you dead in the eye and explain himself. It would embarrass him in front of his friends, which was exactly what he deserved after doing the same to you. But your pride won out, refusing to let him see you when your eyes stung with tears, your hands gripping the strap of your bag like it was a lifeline, the pull of the strap digging into your shoulder the only thing keeping you present and upright. You wouldn’t let him see this and know you’d cared enough about him to let him hurt you. You couldn’t, not when there’d be cheering and more rounds of praise for him for surviving another crazy ex the moment your back was turned.

Fuck Sammy Bryant, and fuck all of his coworkers.

You turned on your heel and walked away, finding yourself already back at work before realizing you hadn’t eaten lunch.

You ignored Sammy when he texted you that night. You felt sick as his name appeared on your phone.

Hey sweetheart. Any chance you’re free tomorrow night? Nate’ll be at his mom’s, and I was thinking we could finally watch that movie you’ve been wanting to

You almost scoffed, letting your head fall back against the supportboard of your cheap couch, wincing at the dull thunk that travelled through your skull.

You deserved that.

You deserved that for ever thinking he was more than you’d seen today.

How could you be so stupid? How did you not notice? Men like that didn’t just act like it part time. Even when they hid their true nature, there was always some part of them that slipped through, some tiny hidden clue to tip you off to what you were getting yourself into.

Or maybe that’s just what you told yourself, wallowing in your misery and shame and self-loathing. If this had happened to your friend, you would comfort her and remind her that good people get misled all the time. That it wasn’t her fault for trusting, and people were complicated. But it didn’t happen to your friend. It happened to you. And so you glared down at your phone, cursing the part of you that hurt like a pitiful wounded animal, blinking back the angry sting of tears in your eyes and trying to drown the part of you that still wanted to watch The Princess Bride with Sammy like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t changed everything.

The next day he texted again.

Good morning beautiful. Let me know what you think about movie night. I can come to you, and we can get some snacks. Hope to see you soon :)

You ignored it again. You knew he could see you opened his messages, but you couldn’t find the energy to care. It felt taunting now, having him turn right back to his sweet, devoted ways. You almost questioned if you’d imagined it all, but you knew better. 

A few hours later you got another text.

Are you okay? I’m starting to get worried

Twenty minutes later another came through

Please let me know you’re okay

You could feel your resolve slip. It was cruel to not answer him, letting his mind spin with all the horrible things he saw at work and imagining you in the victim’s place. If you didn’t answer soon, he’d start calling, and you wouldn’t have it in you to decline when his smiling face lit up on your phone’s screen. You kept things brief, not wanting to start a whole fight when you didn’t have the energy needed to stand your ground.

Sorry, just tired. I’m okay

It took a few minutes before he replied. He must be on his lunch break.

Okay, good. Do you want me to bring anything over after work? I don’t have to stay, but you should eat

Before you argue, I know you only have instant mashed potatoes in your pantry right now and that’s not a meal

Drats. You were as irritated as you were touched that he knew that.

No, I’m okay. Thanks

You were aware that he could tell something was wrong, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Only a faint twinge of guilt bothered you for being so immature, but you couldn’t help it. You thought you meant something to him, and he humiliated you in front of half his precinct. Let him stew in it, the jerk. You hoped your short texts weighed on him like stones.

Okay

I’m here if I can help. Don’t hesitate to ask. I can have stuff delivered if that’s easier

I hope you feel better

You groaned, burying your face into a pillow on the couch to muffle it, your phone forgotten on the coffee table.

The next two days were filled with attempts at distraction and check ins from Sammy. Every chime of your phone twisted your heart and sent a sudden, bittersweet thrill through you. He was relentless in his caring, asking if you needed food or groceries, offering to bring your medication if you needed it, even sending stupid jokes and images he’d searched out just to have something to send, hoping to lighten your mood for even a moment.

Your phone was oddly quiet the evening of the third day. It had been over 72 hours since you’d stumbled onto Sammy and his friends at lunch, and the pain had faded into something a little less sharp. Grief still hung heavy over you, conflicted feelings making you reach for your phone to call him over and over, just barely able to set your phone back down before doing something you would regret. You started to think that maybe Sammy had made things easier on you, staring at your phone and almost hoping it would chime again, even if it was just another twist of the knife.

You groaned when the doorbell rang. Probably another door to door salesman trying to pitch you on something that you didn’t need or fully understand. You dragged yourself out of your armchair, feet dragging as you padded towards the door. You swung it open unceremoniously, your scowl flickering before deepening when you took in Sammy standing on your doorstep, a large brown paper bag sitting at his feet. 

“Hey.” 

Your arms crossed over your chest.

“Hey,” you responded cautiously. He looked good, frustratingly so, in his casual button up under the leather jacket you’d always found him irresistible in. He knew your thoughts about that jacket, you had never been shy about expressing how attractive he was, and here he was, wearing it like that alone made everything better. Your blood boiled.

“What are you doing here, Sammy?”

He shifted on his feet, eyes flickering once to the space behind you, the slim window of house he could see between you and the door you held mostly closed with your foot. He didn’t ask to come in. He glanced down to the brown paper bag at his feet, gesturing to it weakly.

“I brought groceries.” He sounded uncertain, trying to stay level and calm, but his nerves showed through. “I don’t want you to starve while you’re holed up here.”

Your eyes narrowed, hair prickling on the back of your neck.

“Holed up?” you repeated, unable to stop the defensive tone that snuck into your voice. “Just because I haven’t been with you doesn’t mean I’m lurking in some underground cave.” His brow furrowed, hands shooting up in surprise as if you’d pulled a gun on him. 

“That’s not what I mean,” he protested, heat creeping into his voice. “God, what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the shit. You’ve been avoiding me for days.” He wasn’t unkind about it, only frustrated, which almost made it worse. Even upset, he was gentle with you, reigning in the sharp temper you knew he had sometimes. 

“We need to talk about this. Please, honey, just talk to me. What did I do?”

You grit your teeth, hand gripping the door tightly. Your nails dug into the wood, threatening to dig splinters into your soft skin.

“Maybe I’m just not feeling well, Sammy,” you said sharply. “I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you, if I’m not hoppy enough anymore.” The words were out before you could stop them, burning like they were dipped in acid. Your heart hammered in your chest, anger and hurt battling for dominance. You had half a mind to slam the door in his face before you could break down and sob.

Sammy’s brow furrowed, lips turning down into a confused frown. Then, realization crested across his face, immediately morphing into horror.

“How did you-Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry-”

“Yeah, there it is,” you laughed bitterly. “Now you’re sorry. Not when your buddies were having fun congratulating you on your new badge bunny. Not when you were having such a good time.”

“Please, let me explain-”

“I’m not your little badge bunny,” you interrupted harshly, words bubbling up before you could stop them. “I don’t like you because you’re a cop, and I didn’t want to be with you just because of some kink or whatever. You know damn well how I feel about the police, and I trusted you anyway. I liked you, Sammy.” Your voice broke, and you swallowed hard, refusing to let your tears fall and let him see you cry before you said your piece. “I liked you and I thought you liked me. I didn’t know you only saw me as someone you could have sex with, I cared about you, I thought you were my-” You cut yourself off, the word too bitter to say. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes frustratedly. “Clearly I was wrong. So you can just go.” You set your jaw as firmly as you could, your frustration only growing at being unable to control the small tremble of your lips or the way your voice caught. “I am never going to be your bunny, so just go, Sammy. Just take your groceries and have a good life.” You started pushing the door closed, but he caught it, holding it open just as you had it, not asking for any more. It would be easy for him to push past you into your home, but he didn’t.

“Baby, that-I’m so sorry, I was just….The guys, they’re idiots, and I-”

“Don’t blame them,” you snapped. “You were there, Sammy, you just sat there and let it happen. Even worse, you went with it!”

Sammy raised his hands slowly, soft brown eyes wide and pleading.

“I’m not blaming them. I said things, things I never should have. I’m an idiot, I’m the biggest fucking jerk on the planet.” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the short-cropped auburn curls as his brow pinched together, anger and guilt clear on his face. 

“God, I’m a fucking moron. I am so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean those things. You have to know that, right? I don’t just want you for sex, I want you, for all of you. I want you to talk to, and to make fun of me, and to throw pillows at me when my jokes are bad.” Your chest stung, eyes burning tearfully. You wanted so badly to believe him. “I want to go grocery shopping with you, and listen to you talk about the books you’re reading, and watch you agonize over choosing a meal just to steal mine whenever we try someplace new.”

A startled laugh left you before you could stop it, and he took it as encouragement, a soft smile creeping across his face. 

“I’m going to say something stupid right now,” he warned, giving you a look that was all warmth and vulnerability, already embarrassed but not afraid to let you in and see for yourself. 

“I believe it,” you said begrudgingly. He ducked his head, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile before it faded. It wasn’t your usual teasing, but he would take it.

“I think I was scared,” he admitted. His head stayed lowered, chin touching his chest, unable to look anywhere near your face. His eyes pressed shut, the palm of one hand pressing into his eyelids like he could just blink away what he’d done if he tried hard enough.

“It’s pathetic,” he mumbled lowly. “I’m fucking pathetic. It was self-sabotage, and it hurt you, and I am so so sorry, sweetheart.” 

Something behind your ribs hurt at the sight. 

“Why were you scared?” you asked softly.

He paused, chewing on his lip before answering.

“I…I was thinking about introducing you to Nate. And then I got in my head, let Sherman get in my head too, about how that was a big deal, and it would scare you off, having to play mother to a kid that isn’t yours. Think maybe I tried to make things more casual than they were so I wouldn’t think about it as much.” He shook his head sharply, scolding himself. “God, I’m a fucking idiot!”

“I told you I was okay with meeting Nate,” you protested, voice raising from your exasperation. “I was the first one to mention it, Sammy! I wanted to meet him, I wanted to know more about you!”

“I know!” he exclaimed, anger directly only at himself. “It’s stupid. I just, I got insecure, and I ruined it. I ruined it! I’m sorry.”

“Why would you even care what they think? And why would you let them say those things about me? I have never been so humiliated, Sammy, and I just stood there like an idiot waiting for you to defend me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a reason, no good one at least. I just sat there and went along with it, and acted like it was normal, but I shouldn’t have. I was weak, and stupid. I wasn’t thinking, and that’s no excuse. I should never have said those things about you, or let anyone say those things. You’re so much more than any of that and I will never, ever do anything like that again, I swear.” 

Sammy’s eyes lifted again, fixing you under his desperate, pleading stare. You used to think you’d do anything he asked when he gave you that look. Even now, it tugged at your heartstrings, digging at part of you that was still soft for him.

He sounded sincere, his voice level and calm. He didn’t make grand promises of turning things around or undoing the past, and he didn’t duck away from the blame. He just begged, still on your front porch, not even entering your home without your permission.

“Please, just please give me another chance. Let me make this right, please, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.”

“I don’t even know how you’d do that,” you admitted quietly. 

“Just let me try. If you still want to break up with me, you can. I’m just asking for one chance, just one more.”

Your brain caught on his words. 

“Break up with you?” you repeated, the words sounding hollow.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding sadly. “I deserve it. I know I do, and you have every right to. I was an idiot.” A small part of you softened, one more stubborn layer of defense slipping away. Your grip on the door loosened, arms moving to cross over your chest in an awkward hug. “I wasn’t sure if you…I didn’t know if you wanted to be my boyfriend.”

Sammy’s guilt faded, turning just as quickly into confusion. “Of course I do.” He said it like he was more certain than anything. “I mean, I know we never talked about it, but I was hoping we could soon.” He stared at you, expression softening as he searched your face, catching the traces of doubt that still lingered. 

“Of course I want to be your boyfriend,” he emphasized, refusing to look away until you believed him. 

“Okay,” you conceded after a moment, feeling an annoyingly persistent fondness for him for the small relieved look he wore, finally believing you.

Sammy cleared his throat, back on his mission to make amends. “What…What can I do, baby? How do I make this right? What do you need?”

The warmth you’d felt leeched right out of you. You shook your head, shoulder slumping sadly.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ve never felt as small as I did then. I don’t know how to come back from that.”

Sammy reached for you, hesitantly moving to hold your arms, half afraid you would pull away. You didn’t, cautiously meeting his nervous gaze as his thumb ran over your skin, his grip featherlight, rubbing small circles that used to have you melting into him. You stayed still, refusing to let everything slip away the way you wanted to. You wouldn’t be doing yourself any favors to brush your issues under the rug, even if you wanted nothing more than to curl up against his chest and let him hold you, his murmured soothings washing away your fears.

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” Sammy repeated, soft and quiet. His big hazel eyes were almost painful to look at, so gentle and sincere, like he was scared of hurting you even more. Your heart twisted. “No one should ever talk about you like I did, and I am so sorry.”

Your eyes began to prickle again, and you nodded, not sure you could trust your voice.

“Even if you never want to see me again, I need you to know that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His voice shook slightly at the edges, but his gaze stayed level, refusing to drop from you for even a second. “I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but please, baby, please, know that. I messed up, and it’s not your fault. Those things, the things I said…” He sighed heavily, shoulders drooping like he didn’t have enough strength left to hold them up. “I didn’t mean it. That’s not how I think about you. You know that right?” His voice wavered, hand rubbing up and down your bicep, his warm palm soothing against your air conditioned-chilled skin.

You nodded tearfully. “Yeah,” you got out thickly. “I know that, Sammy.” He exhaled shakily. “Good. That’s good.” He frowned, opening his mouth to speak before he faltered, clearly scared to ask his next question. “Is there any chance of you giving me a second chance?”

That was the big question. 

You considered it. God, did you consider it, turning it over in your head like a rubik’s cube you could solve if you just caught it at the right angle.

After what felt like an eternity, you gave a small nod, the corner of your mouth twitching at the relieved breath Sammy let out. 

“You get one more chance,” you warned, voice low and deadly serious. “Just one, Sammy.” He nodded fervently, a solemn look on his sweet face that left you no choice but to believe him.

You pushed the door open wider.

“Get in here already,” you said tiredly, gesturing with your head further into the home. “You’re letting all the cool air out and apparently I have groceries to put away. I’ll put The Princess Bride on.”

Sammy exhaled a small laugh, smiling as he picked up his bag and carried it through the doorway, closing the door and clicking the lock behind him. 

“I’ll put them away. And I’ll watch it a hundred times if you want.” You smirked, already turning to walk with him down the hall to the kitchen. “Damn right you will. And there’s one other thing I want.” His eyebrow raised. “What’s that?” he asked from behind you. You had a feeling you could ask for his kidney and he’d consider it.

You pursed your lips in a pout, turning in the doorway to look up at him sternly.

“You’re going to hug me. And then we’re going to cuddle on the couch for the movie, and you’ll stay the night if you can.”

Sammy breathed out a warm laugh, already setting the heavy bag onto the counter to free up his arms before stepping closer to wrap them around you. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head before tucking your head under his chin, smiling to himself and breathing deeper again once you were back in his arms. “That’s one thing?” he teased gently, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Awful needy.”

You scowled so you wouldn’t smile, giving his side a light pinch that made him jolt, exclaiming in surprise.

“Okay, point taken,” he chuckled. 

His heart thudded evenly in his chest, the dull coursing of blood rushing under your ear. His warmth surrounded you, in strong arms and light scruff catching against your forehead when he bent down to press a kiss there.

Your fingers curled into the fabric at the back of his shirt, arms tucked under his leather jacket. “I missed you,” you admitted quietly. 

“I missed you too.” His breath tickled your scalp, one broad palm pressing between your shoulder blades, the other running through your hair, brushing it out of your face. “I was really worried about you. I’m sorry I caused this mess.”

You hummed, fingers flexing once against his shirt before loosening again.

“You’re making it better again.”

“I plan to make it a lot better than this, sweetheart,” he murmured, his familiar teasing lilt returning as you grew more comfortable pressed against each other. He stilled suddenly, his breath growing quiet and careful. “Want to come meet Nate this weekend?”

Your head raised, chin resting on his shoulder to peer up at him.

“You serious?” Your eyes were squinted, lips pulled down in a suspicious frown. “Don’t do it just to make up,” you cautioned. “Only if you really want to. You have to do what’s best for Nate, not just me.” Sammy’s thumb rubbed small circles on your back. “You are good for him,” he countered, smiling softly down at you, eyes kind and adoring. “You’re good for both of us. And I want you to meet him.” His head dipped to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “I want him to meet my girlfriend, as long as she wants to meet him.”

You smiled up at him, standing a bit taller to capture his lips in his kiss. He sighed into it, leaning down to kiss you again when you pulled back, and then again on your cheek when you turned to escape him, giggling as you buried your face into his chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he teased. His hands squeezed your hips once. “Now go sit your cute ass down. I’ve got groceries to put away and groveling to do.”

You grinned, propping your chin up on his chest, part of you melting at how his soft hazel eyes twinkled down at you.

“And a movie to watch,” you added.

He nodded seriously, dipping his head to kiss the tip of your nose.

“And a movie to watch. Possibly a hundred times.” He exhaled deeply, not looking at all upset. “Guess I’d better hop to then.”

You snorted a laugh, rolling your eyes, unable to control the warm wave of fondness for him that rushed through you.

“There she is!” he teased smugly.

“Oh, you’re so getting a pillow whack for that one.”

Sammy shrugged, still beaming. 

“I deserve worse.”

[iwishuweredead]

i need this fucking cunt of a cop

[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

divider creds: @/thecutestgrotto and @/mfrgraphics

[mochapuppy]

oh to be Sammy's hot baddie neighbor in 2009 that he has a crush on, with your lil wooden wedges and capri + halterneck combo just click clacking around. pink motorola razr stuck to your ear while u chat w your girls and sunbathe on ur lawn in that itty bitty playboy bikini that's keeping absolutely nothing contained.

poor sammy having to rush in n out of the house head hung in shame cause otherwise he'll end up bright red stammering hellos and goodbyes to you while his eyes oogle your round tits and juicy hips and perky round bottom. is that a new belly button piercing? he rly shouldn't be looking!

n it's just his luck that your bedroom is right opposite his bathroom, a fact he only learned of one night when he was brushing his teeth and got distracted by your form through the window, bouncing on what was a very lucky man that Sammy totally wasn't jealous of while his own marriage crumbled.

It's not his fault that his dick chubbed up at the sight, poor baby trying to ignore it and get back to business even though he saw you bunny hopping in his lap every time he closed his eyes. could just picture your frosty lipgloss smeared from his kisses, mascara runny and hair teased as he manhandled you around the bed as he pleased, tugging you back on his fat cock by your thick hips and making you take it until you squirted all over his sheets.

Christ, this all started cause you dressed so slutty...how couldn't he look when you strutted in your lil juicy tracksuit or jean shorts, whale tail showing and a dumb little tramp stamp just above it?

Sammy would bet you were a squealer, even if the thought mortified him. confirmed when he heard you cumming so hard and so loud that he had to shut his own window before he came in his pajama bottoms too.

And the next morning its all "good morning, officer Bryant~"'s, in your lil satin robe while you get your mail, looking all smug and pretty like you knew that last night he imagined it was you under him instead of tammi. you that he was bending in half like a pretzel, ankles to his ears, and back arched, pounding you stupid on his cock until he fucked a baby his baby in your belly.

Poor Sammy can't take the look, your 'fuck me' eyes and pretty smile beguiling, almost begging him to take what he wants, not when he knows that he's easy as hell when it came to u... he had a marriage to try and keep together, even if you tested him like crazy and his wife was actually nuts.

God, you were gonna be the fucking death of him.

[romantic-insomniac]

Hi! Your work is killer. Beautifully written. Do you think you could write a fic about a threesome with the Cody brothers? Obv not Baz. Maybe with some random chick? You’re the best!

hi my love!! this was kinda hard for me to picture cause i feel like pope lowkey would never agree to that... BUT i had a funny little scenario pop up in my head about craig cody wanting to fuck you so bad and you tell him you will but only if he brings pope😭😭

and craig would try sooo hard to convince his brother because youre sooo hot. he would casually slip the idea into conversation and pope would grimace at him, "what the fuck did you just say?" and then leave the room very disgusted with his sibling. so the next time craig tried, he pulled up a picture of you while pleading, "cmon man- look at her!! you're telling me you don't wanna bend her over??" and although pope's cock twitched at the mental image of you bent over a surface of his choosing, the fact that his brother would be there would definitely kill his arousal. he’d push the phone away with a rough, "fuck off craig. 'm not doing it."

but then you'd show up to one of smurf's parties a day later... you'd be all sweet and tipsy in a teeny tiny bikini. and you'd be all over pope, soft hands at his chest and pretty voice in his ear, faking an offended pout, "craig said you don't want me andy. 's that true?" and you're splayed across his lap, smelling so good and skin looking so smooth that pope physically cant say anything besides, "no, i-i do. it's just- i can't uh... do that, with craig there."

so you'd press some hot kisses to his neck that had him grow hard beneath you instantly. you’re giggling at pope’s whimper when you suck the sensitive spot below his ear. god, you're voice is so candied and so mesmerizing to him, "how bout just you and i practice together first, hmm? that sound good andy?"

popes eyes would flutter shut as you rolled your hips against his massive erection and he'd nod dumbly in response. because how can he deny you anything at all when you bat your eyelashes and sigh his name like that???

[iwishuweredead]

mmmh absolutely nailed it

[iwishuweredead]

the way sammy bryant has to mentally restrain himself from saying i love you within the first weeks of dating you bc he can’t help but move at a lesbian relationship kinda pace

[lovaeir]

Going house hunting with Husband! Sammy Bryant and he’s trying to convince you he has to tests out the ‘feeling’ of the place.

mdni 18+

It was the third house you two were looking at today, the one where the realtor trusted a cop and his wife to tour it alone because something came up for her, sending you all a message about how the keys were under the mat.

Being around four months pregnant your body was definitely starting to change, nothing drastic but a small bump, maybe some cravings, but one thing you noticed more than ever was your need for your husband. The house was nice, furnished, and absolutely perfect for starting a family together. Sammy’s leading you through it, a big warm hand on your lower back and softly thumbing it. You’re smiling while walking through, eyes scanning the home.

When you reach the bedroom you’re softly sitting on the bed, and Sammy’s moving to stand in front of you, brushing some hair out of your face. “It’s perfect.” You whisper blinking up at him. He nods and smiles down at you, massaging your shoulder softly. “We’re her only showing today, think she knew?” You giggle softly and lay back, rubbing your stomach slightly. “Maybe” you breathe out. Sammy plops on the bed over you with a low chuckle.

Your hands snake up and cup his face before pulling him down to your lips for a quick kiss, but it seems he has a different idea. He’s moaning softly into your lips, hands bunching in your hair. “Let’s test it out hm? Give it a round, see how it feels?” He’s whispering and you’re chuckling pushing him off softly. “Sammy! This is a showing!” You smile. He’s shrugging with a sleazy smirk, kissing down your neck and one hand rubbing your thigh. “Sammy!” You gasp and laugh, slapping at his shoulder. “What? Just let me feel ya a little” he’s biting at your earlobe, hand slipping under your jeans and panties.

Your folds are slick as you gasp and arch off the bed into him. “Yeaaah there ya go.” He’s smiling against your neck before kissing you deeply again. His big rough fingers toying at your clit, his middle slipping in your entrance and curling instantly. “Sammy” you’re moaning, biting at your bottom lip. His face is pulling away and his idle hands moving to your mouth, tugging your bottom lip out from your teeth. “Wanna hear ya. Want to hear how your pretty sounds bounce of the walls.” He’s whispering warmly in your ear, you’re clenching around his fingers. “My baby close? Gonna come on your Sammy’s fingers in your new house?” You’re gasping his name and nodding “yes yes yes”, hands clamping on his shoulders. He’s swallowing your moans with a smile against your lips as you kiss him and come on his fingers.

After, he’s pulling his hand out of your pants and sucking them clean. You giggle and roll your eyes, pushing him off. “You’re disgusting.” You sigh dreamily sitting up. “You’re soaking.” He chuckles helping you up before kissing your forehead and walking you out of the house, texting the realtor you guys are interested.

[lostalioth]

okay but what about reader finding out not long after that Sammy was being oh so casual to his buddies and calling her a badge bunny and maybe she’s kinda upset/offended so she pulls back a bit and starts treating it casually too and Sammy just loses his mind he’s so upset he just wants to be her hubby but the dumb boy machoism won out in front of his bros ://

ohh the angst i love it. continuing on this thought

Was it a dumb idea to show up at the police station when you had zero clue if Sammy was even there or not? Yes, very. You are just hoping he isn’t off on patrol as you walk in, home made paper bagged lunch in one hand and crossing your fingers with the other. You missed your new boyfriend badly and after his reaction to the very first meal you cooked him, you were excited to surprise him on his break. 

That excitement dies just as quick as it came however as you hear your name and the words badge bunny right after coming out of one of the other officers mouths. “How’s it going with her? Still hitting that?” Sherman asks him and you can’t recognize the Sammy who responds. 

“Pretty good, still casual and shit can’t keep the girl off me” Sammy laughs and shakes his head. “Stayed over at her’s the other night, barely let me leave the bed” he boasts, a smirk on his face that makes your stomach turn. “That’s what happens with those damn badge bunnies” another of his friends comments, Sammy un knowingly digging himself into a deeper ditch — “Why do you think I'm not takin’ it seriously?” If only Sammy turned around he would see the baffled and hurt look on your face, your eyes stinging as tears beginning to build. Squeezing the fragile paper bag in your hand so hard you don’t know how it doesn’t rip as you spin on your heel and practically book it out of the station. 

Sammy isn’t dumb he notices the difference in your demeanor. You avoid his kisses goodbye by turning your cheek to him, he has yet to spend another night at yours, you don’t even call him baby anymore. He thought making things official with you finally would mean he got prompted from being called his name but it seems that’s all you call him anymore. The worst part is you make him wear a condom again when the two of you have sex, he begged a pathetic amount after your first time together for you to let him ditch it. He doesn’t mind so much that the times you and him fuck has lessened sense becoming boyfriend and girlfriend he could care less about that. He just hates not being able to feel you anymore, the warmth of you. In both ways, you’ve stopped clinging to him after sex, you just roll over and mumble out that you have work early the next morning and if he can lock the door on his way out. He knows some nights even that it's a damn lie and he can’t say a word about it cause that’d be admitting that he has your schedule pathetically memorized and he knows what days you typically have off. 

He is not above groveling but he can’t do that when he is so clueless as to what’s wrong, you simply tell him nothing with a pinched smile when he asks. The response only makes the ache in his chest grow and grow. He is miserable the more days pass and the further you push away from him, it’s noticeable to everyone around him. “What not getting any from your little badge bunny bryant?” sherman questions and before Sammy can put on the stupid mask he does at work Ben continues, “Thought you couldn’t shake her, especially after she apparently stopped by with lunch or something for you weeks ago” 

Bile rises in Sammy’s throat at his partner's words. Oh no, oh fuck!

not proofread and sorry for the lowkey cringey dialogue from sammy’s friends. anyway i really need to write / work on my longer wips but i also need to sleep cause i’m going to the lake tm.

[iwishuweredead]

now that’s what you get for being a little bitch 😹😹🙏🏻

[peachjellyy]

Order Up!

Description: Sammy has been a customer at your job for months and always wanted to ask you out, it isn’t until a late night visit that he finally makes his move.

Warnings: Sammy Bryant x fem!reader, no use of y/n, cursing, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, sugar, honey) smut, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v sex, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

The chime above the front door always signaled the arrival of new customers. Any time it rang, your eyes would instantly flit towards the door in hopes that you'd find your favorite officer duo, Officer Bryant and Officer Sherman. Well, if you were being totally honest with yourself you really only cared about the former.

Officer Bryant was always kind and eager to strike up a conversation. He'd often share funny stories from his shift to make you smile and laugh, like the clown who showed up to a 3rd birthday party drunk, smashed the birthday cake over his head and vomited and passed out in the bouncy castle. Or the man who took three LSD and streaked down Hollywood Boulevard. It took 2 squad cars, 4 officers, and 2 bystanders to get him in custody.

Then on days he was feeling more sentimental, Sammy would share stories and pictures of his son, Nate. He always so excited to show off all the new milestones Nate was achieving.

"This was the other day, he took like 5 steps. All by himself!!”, he says with a bright smile with his phone outstretched towards you.

You always had a fondness for children, especially chubby redheaded ones who had a sensitive and charmingly handsome dad.

Maybe one day you'd hint to him that you wanted to see him just outside the walls of Smitty's but, you weren't sure if he was just being nice or if he was flirting back at you.

After the 13th ring of today, finally in walks in your favorite officers Ben and Sammy. They quickly find a booth in your section opting to not scan through the menu as they already knew what they wanted.

You approach the table, sliding your hand on the back of the booth behind Sammy's head "Well hello gentlemen, what can I get you today?" you ask in a lazy drawl.

Both men looked up with a smile after hearing your voice, but your eyes and brain could only focus on Sammy. Seeing his crooked smile made your heart pound deep within your chest. If Sammy had been any closer, you're sure he'd hear the rhythmic thumping of your heartbeat.

Before you could spiral much longer, Ben had thrown out his order, looking at Sammy to place his next.

"Yea I'll take the usual, sweetheart. Double cheeseburger with fries and a Coke. Thanks hun!"

Your body warms at the use of the affectionate names from Sammy. You bashfully collect menus for both men, "I'll get that put in for you guys, then I'll be back with your cokes." you hurriedly walk away from the booth, not wanting either officer seeing the affect Sammy's pet names had on you.

Ben turned and watched you walk away, waiting for you to walk far enough away so he could turn back to his partner.

Ben gave a knowing smile "You ever gonna ask her out or are you gonna just make heart eyes at her everytime we come?"

Sammy rolled his eyes, "I'm not making heart eyes–quit shakin' your head–I'm not making heart eyes at her."

"Fine man. But I'm telling you, if you don't ask her soon, then I will." Ben looks at you from across the restaurant. "I mean look at her uniform. If only that skirt was a little shorter." Sammy eyes followed Ben's line of vision to find you at the end of it.

You bent over trying to grab the crayons that the 5 year old customer had dropped. Sammy turned back towards Ben sharply, leaning forward, delivering a quick smack to Ben's deltoid that Ben tried but failed to block.

"Knock it off, you’re not asking her shit.” Sammy turns quickly to check that you weren’t around but finds you steadily approaching their table with their sodas in tow. “And keep your voice down!" Sammy whispers bitingly.

"Alrighty boys, here are your drinks," you set down both cups "Food should be out soon! Now what crazy story do you have for me today, Sammy."

Sammy smiles eagerly, loving that you want to near more about him and the thing he sees during his shift.

Sammy keenly begins sharing a funny story from his shift, choosing to omit the mostly heartbreaking calls of domestic violence, gang shootouts, and others so devastating he had to scrub it from his mind.

Sammy animatedly retells his story, his arms motioned to mirror the crazy erratic driving of the 10 year old who stole his grandma's car.

"...He kept weaving back and forth between each lane. When we finally got him to stop. I asked him 'Why’d you do it?', y'wanna know what he said!" Sammy says with a smile, urging you to give a response.

You smile and shrug your shoulders, clueless as to why a 10 year old had not only thought, but actually stole his grandmother's car for a joyride. "I dunno, 'because I wanted to‘?”. You look to Sherman hoping to get a hint, but you only get a smiling shake of his head.

Sammy laughed then shook his head, “Nah, he said...and I quote, 'I was on my way to pick up some bitches'!".

All three of you began laughing, Sammy tearing up at the corner of his eye while Ben was practically slumped over in the booth.

After managing to collect yourself, you say between laughs, "Okay boys, I'm gonna go grab your food and I'll be right back!"

After you deliver the food to the men, you stay and chat for a while longer before checking on the other tables in your section.

The men chow down their food, leaving cash, before jetting off to another seemingly urgent call.

As you pick up the $50 bill they left behind, you notice a message you assume Sammy left behind.

Thank you for being a great waitress! Keep the change sweetheart!

Your heart swelled beneath your ribs at the gesture. You used to be uncomfortable with Sammy giving you such a large tip, but had come accustomed to the gentle officer leaving a more than generous tip under the guise of "you deserve it" or "service was amazing today sugar"

A few days pass before you see Sammy again, this time was different than others. This visit wasn't a typical midday visit instead he came during the rare night shifts you work. And this time he came in with a pair of black jeans and a white shirt that covered the expanse of his muscular chest. Seeing him without his service uniform was nice, it allowed you to see a more relaxed, at peace side of him.

Sammy walked into the mostly empty restaurant, escaping the warm heat from the L.A. night. As he walked in his eyes immediately look to find you. He finds you wiping down a few tables,turning to greet the person walking through the door to find him and give him a dazzling smile.

"Well hello Mr. Officer, what brings you over here this late and where's your better half?" you ask in jest. You walk Sammy to a booth in your section and he plops down in the left side of the booth.

Sammy gives a smile and a laugh then replies, "I haven't seen my favorite waitress in a few days so I thought I'd pop by to see her," your cheeks warm at his sweet words. “And as far as Ben, he had a ‘date’,” he motions air quotes, "with whichever new hipster chick he's into now".

You giggle lightly then say, "Well, I'm glad that you came. Is there something I can get you?"

"Maybe a coffee and just your time.”

Your heart thumps faintly in your chest slowly picking up speed at the idea of Sammy wanting to spend more time with you. Alone.

You nod your head then bashfully respond, “Yea I can do that for you.”

You walk away checking on your last two customers, giving them their bill then grabbing Sammy a mug and a pot of coffee.

Setting the mug and pot down, you slide into the booth across from him. At seeing your return, Sammy asks when you're off, looking at your watch you tell him in an hour.

Sammy keeps you company for the next hour by telling his typical stories about work or Nate, but manages to probe more about you. Something he typically doesn't get to do due to the time crunch between calls and the smug knowing smirks he'd receive from Sherman.

"...I moved here when I was 20. I got tired of my life in Nebraska and needed a change. It didn't help that me and my family had a falling out” you say offhandedly while wiping the counters.

He was shocked and confused to learn that you and your family weren't close. Albeit, he didn't know your family, he knew you. The beautiful kind hearted girl who seemingly had patience for everyone (but didn't take shit from anyone) and remembered any minute detail he had shared about himself.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

You typically didn't like to rehash the ugly history in your family but you trusted Sammy. You knew that him asking you wasn't based in judgement something you often faced from your family.

"I guess I just never felt much love or care from them...honestly I think that they expected me to be somebody completely different. Someone like my sister. And when I didn’t turn out like her, then they felt that they could belittle me and any choice I made.” you pause your cleaning to turn to Sammy, “I just got tired of feeling like nothing I did was enough and so I packed up and left. That’s how I ended up here.”

Sammy sat still, processing your words as he thought of the right thing to say. He didn’t want to portray any pity for you, so he continued on, “Do you still speak with them?”

You’ve stopped cleaning by now and began putting supplies back into their assigned areas then hum back to him, “They haven’t tried to talk to me…I-I think they’re too ashamed.”

You continue on without saying another word, trying to keep yourself busy to tide the crashing waves of tears that are begging to leak. While you were happy to be rid of your family and the constant judgement they never failed to provide, a tiny piece deep down inside of your heart that was locked away from the rest of the world still ached for the acceptance from them. Something that you knew no matter how hard you tried you’d never get.

You begin to count your closing cash, saying goodbye to the 62 year old chef Pete, sitting in silence with Sammy.

Neither you nor Sammy say anything, allowing the comfortable silence to consume you both.

He knew that tonight was the night, Sammy would finally ask you out.

You finish closing the restaurant, turning out light and locking doors when you and Sammy both walk out.

“Can I walk you to your car?” he asks nervously.

You give a polite nod as you both make the small journey to your car. When you arrive, you turn and rest your back on the driver’s side door and turn and face Sammy who is standing before you.

“Thanks again for staying with me while I closed tonight. It was nice having you there” you say shyly, giving a small smile towards him.

“Yea it was nice being here with you” Sammy pauses briefly before continuing, “you know why I came right?”

“Because it had been a while since you ate here, isn’t that what you said?”

“I mean, yea it’s been a while, but I came to see you…well really, I came to ask if you’d like to go out with me.”

You stand in shock letting his words settle deep into your mind. The shock is clearly evident on your face–you can tell Sammy believes it is shock of confusion, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Sammy nervously fiddles with the bottom of the shirt, eyes cast towards the floor as he sputters out, “Sorry I-I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable…I must have read the signals wro-“

“No…you didn’t misread any signals”, Sammy lifts his eyes to meet yours. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for a while” you say with a shy smile, now it’s your turn to be nervous.

Sammy smiles with glee, hooking his pointer finger under your chin to bring your eyes toward him. “Really?” he asks.

You nod slowly, eyes flicking back and forth between his eyes and lips. Something Sammy notices and decides to store for a later, first he wanted to prod more information out of you.

“What you have?”

“ Yeaaa…after the third or fourth visit you guys made I knew I wanted to go out with you. You’ve always been so kind and so sweet. The way you light up when you talk about Nate and always seem to be so positive even after a terrible shift.”

Sammy’s heart clenched at your words. It had been a long time that anyone was able to see and understand him beyond surface level, something not even Tammi was able to do.

It made it even clearer to him that you were someone he anticipated he would be able to build a future with. He was probably thinking too far ahead but it was something he felt sure about. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“God, you’re just giving me more and more reasons to like you” he whispers quietly, looking deeply in your eyes. Your body warms at his kind words. “Can I kiss you? I know I should wait but I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Internally you’re screaming as you’ve pictured this moment a thousand times. The feel of his plush lips on yours, the taste his tongue, the heavy breathing as you both reluctantly pulled away from each other.

All you could muster was a small nod and a bite of your lower lip.

Sammy’s hand drifted from your chin to cup the side of your face as he leaned into yours. He tenderly pressed his lips into your soft ones. Your hands lifted from by your sides to slide behind his neck scratching gently at the hair on the nape of his neck. You both enjoyed the feeling of each other on one another before pulling away.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Sammy’s peering back into yours, blown out with want.

You reached up again, pressing more kisses to his lips, running your tongue along the seam of his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth, accepting your tongue into his mouth. Savoring the taste of coffee on your tongue, licking and swirling his tongue into yours.

As you both continued to kiss, his hands drifted. His hands slid down your body, grazing your curves to rest both hands on your ass, squeezing and kneading firmly. The feel of his meaty hands on you made your heart beat fast and a small whimper to released from your lips.

The kiss transformed from slow and languid to heated and passionate quickly, Sammy had hoped that you had the same level of want building in you as he did.

Sammy pulled away from your lips to press wet open mouthed pecks to your jaw and neck, you tilted your head back to give him access. Sammy’s hands slid back up your body to paw at your breaths, groping outside of your shirt with eagerness.

Your moans grew louder as he nipped and licked your earlobe. Your mind was hazy with want and lust and your body felt like it was floating. You knew if you stayed much longer, you’d let him fuck you on the hood of your car, letting anyone you passed see you both, not that you’d mind.

You take a sharp inhale before lightly pulling Sammy away from your neck, him whining at the loss.

“As much as I would love to continue this right here right now, I really don’t want my coworkers to have you fucking me on camera”, Sammy drops his head to your shoulder and gives a throaty chuckle. “Do you want to come back to my place?” you asking panting heavily.

Sammy enthusiastically nods, eager to fulfill the ideas that he often fisted his cock to when he got off shift. Mouth pressed deep between your plush thighs, cock buried deep in your glistening pussy. God, your soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. Just the idea of getting to act out his fantasies with you made him feel as if he was drunk, his head was spiraling and could only focus on one thing. You.

You and Sammy jumped quickly into your car, racing to get to your crappy one bedroom apartment. You turned the typical 10 minute drive into a 6 minute drive.

You’re not sure if it make it better or worse that one of L.A.P.D.’s finest was sat passenger, practically urging you to go faster. Telling you no cop no stop at any red light you had encountered.

That statement had earned him a look of are you really saying that given your job. Sammy just gave a toothy smile in return.

Making your way up to the 3rd floor, you and Sammy can hardly keep your hands to yourself, hands caressing any and every inch of each other. When you make it to the door, you managed to finally get your key into the door after 3 attempts.

It wasn’t your fault that he insisted on rubbing his thick print on your round ass while licking and nipping at your ear lobe.

After making it inside, Sammy pins you against the front door and continues his attack on your neck and begins to trail his hand from your waist to inside of your uniformed skirt, allowing his fingers to graze your slick then rubbing gently at your clit.

You grasp onto his shoulders to steady yourself, the pleasure he’s created in you had taken away all of the discretion in your body to hold yourself together and upright.

He stops his ministrations on your clit, slowly pulling his hand out of your pants causing a needy whine to force its way out from the back of your throat.

“Where’s your room? I need to taste you”, Sammy pants into your neck, pressing a few more kisses before looking you deep in your eyes.

Your forwent a response and decide to grab his meaty hand (the one that was not tracing circles on your clit 2 minutes prior) and guided him to your room.

During that brief moment where his head wasn’t tucked away in your neck, Sammy took that opportunity to look at your apartment. It fit you perfectly.

Photos of you, family, and friends littered the walls, a blanket thrown haphazardly across the couch. Sammy was eager to dissect more of your living space but would pocket that want for later.

Walking into your bedroom, Sammy used the hand that was leading him to turn you around and pressed a heated kiss to your lips and pushed you back to your bed. You broke from the kiss as you fell onto your back.

Sammy knelt down on the carpeted floor, using both of his hands to cup the back of your thighs and pushed them until they were nearly parallel with your chest. He pushed your skirt up and slid your soaked baby blue panties to the side. He ran the pad of his middle and ring finger up and down your slit, entranced at the sight of your wet naked sex.

"God, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this. I've been dreaming about this pretty pussy”, Sammy sears forward pressing a soft kiss to your clit before licking up and down your folds. You threw your head back in ecstasy and a guttural moan erupted from your chest.

You leaned up on your elbows watching him feast like a man who hadn't ate in weeks. You grabbed the dark auburn curls that rested on in the back of his neck and ground your bottom half into his mouth. Sammy moaned at the feel of your soft hands tugging at his hair, causing him to suck and roll his tongue on your clit even fiercer.

Sammy stopped briefly to say huskily," I gotta get you ready before I fuck you baby. Lemme fuck you with my fingers." Sammy ran his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, collecting your slick before gently sliding his fingers inside you. He began to set a slow pace with deep thrusts then lent back down to continue lulling at your clit.

"Fuck Sammy”

“Yeah baby, that feels good? You like when I fuck you with my fingers?"

You nod, too lost in the pleasure too respond. The feel of his mouth on your puffy bud doubled with the months worth of want that's been inside of you is bringing you closer an closer to the edge.

Sammy senses your orgasm approaching and begins to speed the pace of his fingers.

"Ohhhh my god Sammyyyy, m’gonna cum”, you buck your hips into his face as you reach your peak. Sammy drinks in the wetness flowing from your pulsing entrance.

As you come down from your high, Sammy slides his fingers out of you and crawled up your body pressing soft kisses along the way.

"Can I fuck you now?" Sammy asks, wiping away that the wetness that remains on his chin.

You nod, panting heavily.

Sammy asks and shakes his head at your lack of response, “Uh-unh, i wanna hear you say it sweetheart."

You pout your lips and look up at him with your blown out eyes and squeak out, "Yes Sammy, I want you to fuck me so badly. Been dreamin' about this for so long."

You pull yourself up and begin unbuckling his pants, eager to finally get your eyes on Sammy’s thick cock.

Sammy just chuckles at your excitement and begins discarding his shirt, jeans, and underwear–the clothes strewn aimlessly around your bedroom floor. He turns back to you, following the same actions to your garments.

Once you're completely bare, Sammy stares intensely at your breast on display. Without a word, he leans forward pressing his face against your right breast sucking and twirling his wet tongue over your perked bud. Using his right hand he grazes your left breast, thumbing your nipple in tandem with the movements from his mouth.

He pulled away hastily, swapping his attention to the opposite side of your body. Lost within the pleasure, Sammy began to grind his hips into yours, the feeling of his auburn hair creating the perfect amount of friction for your clit.

You pulled Sammy away, not in lack of pleasure but in need of him to slot himself inside of you and give you the very thing you’ve been craving.

“Sammy, please I need you to fuck me” you pant out, sliding your fingers into his short-cropped curls.

Sammy nods in acceptance, grabbing giving himself a few pumps to his achingly hard dick. He hesitates and looks to you sheepishly, running his hand along his clean shaven jaw.

“I-uh don’t have a condom. Do you have one or do we need to stop?”

You smile back at him, too impatient to wait any longer, “I’m clean-“

“I’m clean too!” he rushes out.

“-just pull out and we’ll be good”

Sammy nods and slowly runs his pink tip up and down your seam, then pushes inside of you allllll the way to the hilt.

You give sharp whine while Sammy lets hiss escape from his lips.

Sammy presses a soft kiss to your lips, letting you adjust to the size of his dick before giving slow deep thrusts, trying to savor every inch of your gorgeous body.

“God baby, you’re wrapped around me so perfectly” he heaves, thumbs at your clit, almost obsessed with the sight.

You gasp at the dual pleasure, but are eager for more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, resting your polished toes on his perky ass, spurring him to increase his pace.

And increase he does. Sammy graduates from a deliberately slow pace that wants to appreciate every inch of you to a strong fast paced that fucked you so deep that you could feel your body begin to float.

“Sammy–ohmygod–yes just like that!” you said, your face scrunched with pleasure.

“Ohh, there she is. There’s my sweet girl. Does it feel good, hmm? Tell me baby.”

You let out a mewl and nodded your head, your cunt tightening at his words. You begin to run your hands up and down his tummy, feeling his rigid strong abs.

It’s funny to think a man with a physique this hard has such a soft side to him. Something he clearly doesn’t show to just anyone. This side of being so eager to please is something you had never expected from someone like Sammy.

Most men-especially those who look like him take what they please without giving a shit about who cares, but not Sammy. Sammy wanted to service you, please you, care for you. And you’d let him do it all night long if it meant it felt this good.

Sammy leans in real close pressing his sweaty chest on yours, then uses a tight grip to lift your hips upwards bring you to a whole new level of pleasure.

The only sounds that fill the room are the sounds of Sammy’s deep grunting, the plapping of his hips slamming into yours, and your whimpering.

“Sammy–fuck–Sammy I’m so close” you moan out. “Yes yes yes…keep going”

Sammy keeps the pace of his thrusts the same but takes his right hand that was splayed on your hip, to rest on your mound. Then he stretches him thumb to rest on your clit and begin rubbing circles fervently on your clit.

The rush of pleasure spreads through your body, and your pussy spasms around his cock as you reach your orgasm.

“Shit Sammy, I’m cumming!”

The feeling of your body tightening around his dick brings Sammy even closer to his peak.

“God, you’re so fucking tight baby. I’m gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me like that” Sammy grunts out.

“I want you to cum for me Sammy” you whine, pulling his head closer to mouth open wet kisses on his throat.

Sammy exhales shakily and quickens his pace. Soon he begins calling out that he is reaching his orgasm too.

“Fuck your so good honey…m’gonna cum m’gonna cum.”

Sammy quickly pulls out of you and begins jerking his thick member, focusing on his pink tip.

With a last final grunt, Sammy begins to paint your chest pearlescent white stripes across your tummy and chest.

With his cock softening, Sammy releases himself, leans down and trails soft kissss from your chest up to your face where he ends with a passionate kiss to your lips.

“God you’re so perfect. That was amazing-you were amazing.”

You let out a shy giggle.

“Oh shit lemme grab you a towel” sammy chuckles. “Don’t want you to have to lay here all messy like that.”

Sammy walks around aimlessly until you guide him to where you keep your rags.

When he returns, he gently wipes your tummy and your pussy clean before cleaning himself off. Then Sammy throws the rag into your laundry and walks back to your bed.

He lays beside you, taking you into his arms. You rest your head against his chest, thigh spread over his hips.

Suddenly, you hear the rumble of Sammy’s chest.

“I hope you know that I meant what I said before” you avert your eyes up towards his face. “I really like you and I want something more with you…could I take you out sometime…please?”

His sudden shyness makes you smile, as if he wasn’t just knee deep inside you moments ago.

“Like I said before Sammy. I’ve liked you for a long time, I would love to go out with you.”

He smiles wide and pulls you even tighter into him. You both sit and just enjoy each others warmth.

Right before you fall asleep, you hear Sammy murmur, “Can you drive me back to my car in the morning. I have a shift”

You snicker, “Yea, sounds good Sammy”.

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long to put out a fic 🫩 i hope you enjoyed pls lmk if you liked it!! also this is semi proofread so if you see a typo pls ignore! if you have something in mind then pls message me or or send an ask :)

[iwishuweredead]

oh god can we please never stop the sammy serial monogamist lover boy propaganda

[yesimfinewhydoyouask]

season 3 of the pitt has to have the addition of jack abbot and bitchy little sunglasses. it’s part of shawn’s contract i’m pretty sure. sammy bryant? bitchy sunglasses. andrew cody? incredibly bitchy sunglasses. titus danforth? you’re not gonna believe this

[lostalioth]

Sammy Bryant would insist to the guys that what you’re doing is casual, a fun little stress relief for him after shift. He’s freshly divorced after all, not looking for more, not ready to trust-

But we all know if you feed that man one (1) home cooked meal he’d spend half the night with his face buried in your pussy before getting up early to change your windshield wipers and put gas in your car. My man can’t help himself, he’s not cut out for the casual life. He lives for doing husband shit, wants to be yours *so badly*…

Sammy pretending to be nonchalant when he’s actually extremely down BAD for you- ugh i need it.

You have only really been seeing Sammy for a few weeks at this point, still in the new relationship bliss where you are discovering new things about each other. Sammy brags to his cop buddies about you but tells them it’s just casual, not that serious, he just divorced Tammi after all. If we wanna go even further maybe he even calls you his badge bunny around the guys unbeknownst to you.

But when you are the one to plan your 10th? 12th? date and it’s a home cooked meal at your apartment after Sammy has a particularly hard shift. (one where he definitely didn't miss you through the whole thing or anything.) He can’t help the dopey smile glued to his face the whole time even as he buries it between your thighs cause how else is the man supposed to show you his gratitude for all your hard work.

“Mhm Sammy! Baby, baby s’ too much” you cry out and push at his head your fingers threading through his sweaty curls as his mouth only sucks harder at your clit. His fingers plunging deeper making your back arch off your bed. “You can take it honey, c’mon cum one more time for me” you had already came twice on his tongue, little did you know he was far from done with you. The two of you couldn’t even make it to your bedroom, he just about dropped to his knees the second he finished clearing the table of dirty dishes.

Dirty dishes he most certainly doesn’t get up early that morning — from his first time sleeping over at yours — to clean before heading out to your car. Checking your tires air pressure and changing the wind shield wipers cause he remembered you complaining how much your mechanic charges you for it. And he for sure doesn’t take your car to fill it with gas and grab you flowers and a morning after pill.

And he would never kiss you goodbye and spend the rest of his next shift so giddy and happy that it freaks Sherman out. He may tell the guys that it’s just a fling and it’s fun but deep down he wants every night to be like last night. And if he asks you to be his girlfriend by the next date well the guys don’t need to know that.

this wasn’t proofread cause i just HAD to answer this right away

[iwishuweredead]

omg yessss officer sammy bryant serial monogamist strikes again

[lostalioth]

FRR like he is just built to be a husband not even just a boyfriend no he is hubby and he cant help it

[iwishuweredead]

EXACTLY!!!!!! need that so fucking bad irl ugh he’s such a cutie

[mast3rbait3r]

unforeseen circumstances - sammy bryant

minors do not interact - 18+

chapter 1 contents: detective! sammy bryant, prime suspect! reader, fem/afab reader, mentions of murder, triple homicide crime case, mentions of blood and death, other graphic depictions, sammy plays detective douchebag, reader is quite scatterbrained and traumatized so pls be kind to her

word count: 2.7k+

introduction | chapter 1

the time was 2:03 am, you're barely standing as you glance down at your blood-soaked hands. you feel lightheaded, body trembling as your brain tries to catch up with what has just occurred. the screams surrounding you sound far away. what started out as a simple college graduation party, has now turned into a night of true terror. you collapse to the ground, being narrowly missed by the scattering footsteps as people flee from the backyard. your hands lay useless at your sides, your vision almost cloudy as you look a bit further and see the limp forms lying in the grass. the shock running through your body impedes your ability to think straight.

you don't even realize it, but you're the only one left at the scene when the red and blue flashing lights approach. you hear muffled commands from behind you, your arms raising into the air with fingers spread as if it were muscle memory. you clasp your hands behind your head, not even flinching as your wrists are yanked backwards into the cold, biting metal of handcuffs. you're stood upright by force, walking back towards the police cruiser without putting up a fight. you glance around, the noise suddenly hitting you like a freight train. there are dozens of sirens and the sound of helicopters flying above. you feel the hand covering your head as you're sat in the back of the car, the noise quieting greatly when the door is slammed shut.

you don't even remember exactly how long you spent in that backseat, but you do remember finally arriving at the station for the initial round of questioning. your brain was still fried from earlier events, your thoughts now muddy at best. you were checked in, prints and mugshot taken, then you were ushered into a nearby room. they informed you that you'd be waiting there until a detective could come in to question you. the concept of time was confusing being stuck in a room with no windows, no inkling of what the outside world could possibly look like right now, save for maybe the sun rising soon. your leg is bouncing restlessly as you await questioning. the shrill creak of the iron door startles you out of your trance as you turn your head to see who must be the detective.

you were expecting someone much older, not a younger man, likely in his thirties if you had to guess. his short auburn curls sat styled with gel atop his head, face clean shaven, and freckles dusting his pale skin. the moment you locked eyes with him, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. you were grateful for the sensation, especially after feeling next to nothing for the past couple hours due to shock. you, ever the observant one, quickly pick up on the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks as he sits across the table from you. however, you aren't given much time to dwell on it when you hear him repeat your government name to you for confirmation. you nod in response, watching his every move.

"i'm detective bryant, i've been assigned as the lead detective on your case." he speaks almost robotically, as if he'd been through this procedure a hundred and one times. he expects some sort of verbal response from you, which is exactly why he glances up in your direction when all he hears is silence in return. you slowly nod your head, still not fully present in that moment. he clears his throat before continuing, "couple things, you were read your rights before the drive here so you're aware that you can ask for a lawyer to be present during questioning. along with that, for your safety, they're going to book you overnight until we can get all the other legal stuff handled." all you can do is nod in response once again, hardly retaining any information from what he'd just said to you.

he can sense the shock still lingering in the way your eyes still have a far away look in them. you also hadn't moved an inch since he walked in the room. he lets out a deep sigh, closing the file folder and setting it to the side. he interlaced his fingers and rested his hands above the table, the thudding sound jarring you a bit. you finally look up at him, meeting his gaze once more. "you wanna just walk me through what happened so you can get some time to yourself?" his voice was softer now, something that didn't happen often with sammy on the job. he wasn't sure why he felt the need to treat you so carefully, but he was going to just brush it off on it being a long day at the station for him. definitely had nothing to do with the fact that you, gorgeous as you were, had him feeling things he wasn't expecting to when he walked into that room.

you pause at his question, considering it for a moment. but, perhaps unfortunately for the both of you, your memory of the night's events were starting to become clearer. you knew why they had you in this room, why they were booking you into jail overnight. they think it's you who caused this mess, and you're sure of it. how else could they possibly see it right now? everyone else had already fleed the scene before the cops arrived, but there you were, covered in the blood of every last soul that was freed that night. you feel the chill run up your spine at the thought of being called a murderer, a cold-blooded killer. "i'd like to find a lawyer first." you rasp, bracing for impact when you see sammy's jaw clench. "yeah, we'll get that figured out for you." he sighs heavily, snatching up the file folder and practically storming out of the room. you flinch when the iron door slams shut, but feel thankful for the silence that follows.

you rack your brain for a lawyer you could possibly call, feeling hopeless when you come up with nothing. why the fuck would you have a lawyer right now, anyway? you weren't exactly planning on this night happening the way it did. you run a hand over your face, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach when you realize that calling your parents was going to be the next step. imagine their reaction when they find out that you're being questioned for the murder of not one, but three people, whom you were close with. you feel your hands start to shake again as you reach for your cellphone and dial one of their cellphone numbers. the phone rings once... twice... three times, then picks up.

"this better be good..." you hear one of your parents grumbling over the phone. it was clear that they were asleep before you called, and you winced at the sound of annoyance in their tone. you let out a deep breath, voice wobbling as you begin to explain your current situation. you tell them about the party and what you could remember, which was starting to dwindle once again from the overwhelming anxiety coursing through your body right now. when you're met with silence on the other end, you know that you're screwed. then, a loud sigh and some chatter can be heard before your parent speaks up again. "look, just- keep your damn mouth shut and we'll get a lawyer set up for you. we'll be at the station in an hour." was the last you heard before they hung up.

you rest your phone on the table, leaning back in the chair as you fight back the tears threatening to spill over. how could any of this even be happening right now? hell, twelve hours ago you were excited about this party and already getting glammed up for it. you sit around in that same room for the next hour until the lawyer your parents found arrives. she walks in alongside that same detective who now wore an unreadable expression on his face. he looks you over as he takes the seat across from you at the table, then to your lawyer who introduces herself. "hi there, my name is lucille halloway. you can call me lucy, but i'll be here to help you through all of this since i've been made aware that it's your first time being investigated." she offers a polite smile, but it doesn't do much to soothe you.

your first time being investigated? more like your first time ever having a run-in with law enforcement in general. you muster up a slow nod and watch as she takes the seat next to you, looking cool as a cucumber. "detective bryant, could i get a moment alone with my client?" lucille speaks up, which causes sammy's brows to furrow. "yeah..." his tone is clipped as he gets out of his chair and leaves the room once again. you notice that his eyes are on you the entire walk out, and it makes you feel queasy. "alright so, i'll be honest with you. things aren't looking great for you." lucille turns to you as she opens up a file folder. "you're the only suspect as of right now with what they have deemed a clear motive for committing the crime." her expression is professional, tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"w-what crime?" your chest starts to feel heavy at the implication of her words. "three of your friends are dead. you were the only person authorities found left at the scene. you were covered in blood, and one of them also mentioned seeing a weapon in your hands." you startle at that last sentence. you didn't have anything in your hands besides a solo cup, contents long soaked into the dirt beneath you since your hands had been shaking so badly. "but i didn't have a weapon!" you protest, and you see your lawyer tense. "then tell them that, calmly." you huff at her advice, feeling every sort of negative emotion at once in this moment. "are you ready to answer their questions? because they're going to be intense, they want you to crack under the pressure and confess so they can close their investigation as fast as possible." the intentions behind those working on the case were not lost on you.

you'd heard the stories about ongoing corruption, the power of money and not having to do so much work, and it had you feeling wary. you were slightly comforted by lucille's steady and no-nonsense attitude, but it would do little against the jarring questions you'd be encountering in the next few minutes. you hear the door open, and sammy detective bryant reappears, taking the seat across from you again. "ready now?" he raises an eyebrow at you, which makes your eye twitch but you quickly mask it with some rapid blinking. he watches you closely, like he expected you to think he was analyzing your body language or something. you honestly wanted to laugh at the terrible intimidation tactic he was trying to use at the moment. you just sit back and your chair, bracing yourself for the worst.

"alright, so... can you tell me why you were at the party that happened last night in the first place?" his eyes don't leave you, impatiently waiting for you to crack. "someone had suggested it as a way to celebrate the end of finals week." you reply coolly, internally smirking when you see sammy's dissatisfaction with your answer. stay calm and only tell them what you know. "you guys in college or somethin'?" he's now tapping his pen against the table. "some of them were, i'm in graduate school at the same university." you shrug, looking over at lucille who gives you a small nod of reassurance. "what about your friends? the ones you kil-" he's cut off by lucille's firm voice. "detective bryant, i'll thank you kindly to treat my client with dignity and respect." you watch him deflate under her scrutinizing gaze, so he redirects.

"how about this, then. is it true that you were romantically involved with ryan johnson, the guy that died tonight?" he's almost smug with the question, hoping you'll react to it. "i think romantically involved is a stretch, that guy would fuck anything that moves." your honest answer causes some tension in both sammy and lucille. she shoots you a warning look, and you realize the emotional undertones of your reply. you mentally slap yourself for now giving him ammo. "seems like you two weren't getting along before tonight, huh?" he's writing something down in his notes, and you take the brief moment to roll your eyes. "we were getting along fine, haven't really talked much in the past year except for birthdays or holidays." sammy subtly shakes his head at your response, frustration returning in full force.

"did you kill your three friends tonight?" his tone is sharp, the question landing like a blow to your gut. "no, i didn't lay a finger on them." your chin wobbles as the sight from a few hours prior appears in your head again. you don't even realize that you're crying until you feel something wet drop onto your hands that were folded in your lap. "alright, i think the young lady's had enough." lucille steps in to your rescue, much to sammy's dismay. you furiously wipe at your tears, hiding behind the sleeve of the jacket you'd been given from your parents. as sammy's closing up his folder, he glances at you. he couldn't discern whether your tears were a sign of guilt or innocence. what he did know, however, was that he couldn't wait around watching them a second longer as a subtle ache began to bloom in his chest.

he leaves you and lucille to wrap things up, exiting the room and running a hand over his face in frustration. he makes sure to double check the arrangements for booking you overnight in the county jail before heading into a quiet, empty interrogation room nearby. he sat at the table, slamming a fist down in frustration as the severity of this case dawns on him. he's got three people dead, all with angry family members demanding answers and justice for their children. he had no doubts that the community would be living up his ass until they reached a conclusion or found the suspect. this was truly the last thing he needed to deal with right now, especially since his divorce from his now ex-wife, tammi. he had a little boy at home to raise, too. his ego refused to let him hand over the case to someone else, who was likely more willing to go through all the hoops and hurdles. but on the other hand, he worried that this case might be the nail in the coffin that was his career in investigations.

meanwhile, you're escorted to where you'll be staying overnight in the county jail. your parents had thankfully brought you a change of clothes, so you weren't in that skimpy dress anymore. the chill of the cell settles deep in your bones, forcing you to accept the fact that you weren't going to be sleeping much anytime soon. you rest your head back against the concrete wall, drawing your knees up to your chest. you were desperately waiting for the moment that this all turned out to be a dream, that everything was okay and your friends were still alive. your mind then wondered to their parents, how devastated they must be at the loss of their kids. you thought about how just minutes before you found your friends on the grass, you were finally feeling happy with your place in life. you were pouring yourself a drink, laughing at a conversation you'd overheard nearby.

you step out of the back door, letting the breeze run through your body and slightly swish the fabric of your dress. you approached your group of friends, and they all welcomed you back with smiles and a couple hugs despite only being gone for a couple minutes. that was the last moment you rememberd before the screams started. scurrying bodies run frantically around the backyard dimly lit by fairy lights that had been placed around the fence line. you almost get knocked over by a few people who were trying to run back into the house for shelter. your thoughts are cut short when you hear a loud thud from a nearby cell, quickly snapping you back to the present. you hug yourself tighter, hoping like hell this would all be over soon.

alex's thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎: EEEEE i'm so excited for this to finally be dropping! i hope you guys are ready for this plot because i'm so locked in it's insane >:3

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genuinely so fucking excited, sat and never leaving the restaurant btw