W H I S K E Y - T H O R N S

18+ acc Scottish Illustrations & writing (mostly Kirsh, Mickey Altieri, Resident Evil & Shawn Hatosy)

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Whiskey-Thorns FanFic Master List!

I decided to make a pinned post with links to each of my individual master lists for you all! Naturally, I will be beefing this post up over time, but for now, hopefully this will make life a little easier for those looking for certain posts!

Enjoy!

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Kirsh Fic Master List

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Mickey Altieri Fic Master List

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Resident Evil Fic Master List

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Shawn Hatosy Character Fic Master List

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Guys….I’m finally going to post the next chapter of Memory of You this weekend…

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Whoever shared my Shawn Hatosy and Timothy Olyphant fic master lists on tiktok, I hope your pillow is cold, your fridge is full, your meds hit right, your hair is glossy and you have all the best dreams

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Allow me to be lewd on main, (I did hint at this kink at a fic I wrote a while back) but I just KNOW Mickey Altieri loves to be slapped around the face whilst you ride him stupid. Just think of all the snarky stuff he’d say;

“You think that hurt? God that’s cute”

“Ooh…are you mad? You angry? Good”

“That almost tickled”

“Hope you can take it just as good as you give it”

“Hope you’re keeping score for each slap”

“Your hands are so soft, try it again, maybe I’ll feel it this time”

“God you’re so hot when you’re mad at me”

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Wedding Gift

NSFW+ Smutty: Sammy Bryant x Reader: Sammy’s co workers jokingly gift him Viagra as a playful wedding gift. But what happens when you decide to...experiment with it.

(Or: Reader slips half of a viagra into Sammy's desert and they have sex lol)

Full disclaimer, I wrote this whilst fending off a chest infection so apologies if theres spelling/grammatical errors

Content warning! Dubious smut lies ahead! CNC, screwing around with Viagra and pills, unprotected sex, oral, cursing, handjob, established couple (Sammy and Reader are engaged but have been dating long term). (if I have missed anything out please let me know! This is a little bit of unknown territory for me theme wise so please let me know if it needs adjusted for content labelling!)

“I would have gotten that point” Sammy urged as he squeezed his sports bottle into his mouth, drinking down the much needed cold water from his post-basket ball game.

“Oh come off it Bryant, you slipped at the wrong moment and missed the ball by a mile” His partner shook his head as he opened up his locker. "So, wanna grab a few beers? I can give you some pointers on how to suck less on the court?" he smirked proudly as he closed over his locker door.

"Thanks, but as much as I'd love to have a candle lit beer with you whilst you bust my ass over basketball, I'd rather be at home with my fiancé." Sammy chuckled dryly and shook his head.

"Leaving me out high and dry for your girl?" His partner sarcastically remarked.

"Should have proposed to me first." Sammy toyed back as he began packing up his things into his gym bag.

"Oh, which reminds me." His partner said as he pointed a finger and went back into his locker.

Sammy glanced up and saw his partner pull out a little envelope and handed it over to him. Upon opening it, Sammy saw a 'congratulations on the engagement' card, signed by practically all the men at his work. However that wasn't what took Sammy’s attention, rather the little baggy containing little diamond shaped pills within, taped inside the card.

"The hell is this?" Sammy frowned at the envelope as he plucked the baggy off the card to observe it.

"Wedding gift from me and the guys down at the precinct." His partner shrugged with a crooked grin, entirely amused with himself as he looked over his shoulder at Sammy impishly. "Or rather a wedding night gift, and maybe it's more intended for your wife than you."

Sammy’s frown deepened as he scrutinised the baggy filled with pills. Peering a little closer, he suddenly recognised the inlayed logo on the face of them from various health posters inside men's bathrooms and locker rooms.

"Fucking Viagra?" Sammy laughed in utter bewilderment. "Are you for real?"

"You're getting up there in the numbers, the guys and I just wanna make sure you take care of your woman. Y'see men your age-"

"You're three years older than me asshole." Sammy interrupted, shaking his head and laughing in dismay at the obscene joke of a gift.

“Listen man, it’s a totally normal issue, and who knows? On your honeymoon you might get stage fright” His partner said, unable to hide his amusement as Sammy tossed his water-bottle at him.

“You guys are assholes, all of you” Sammy smiled as he packed up his belongings, scooping up the pills and tossing them dismissively into his gym bag before heading home.

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As he moved around the bathroom and prepped the shower to wash off his post gym and basketball session from earlier, Sammy heard your footsteps approach in the hallway.

“Sammy, what’s this?” You asked with a slightly authoritarian tone as you stood in the doorway to the bathroom.

Sammy turned and immediately went wide eyed as he spotted the bag of pills in your hand.

“Oh shit” He uttered.

“Oh shit indeed.” You said sternly. “I was emptying out your gym bag to do laundry, and these fell out. Talk.” You ordered as you tossed the bag gingerly to Sammy whilst he stood beside the shower.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Sammy said immediately as he held up his hand in innocence.

“Looks like a little baggy of pills found in my fiance’s gym shorts.” You said matter of factly. "Is the narcotics department sending you guys homework now?"

“No they're not...I mean…it isn’t what you think it is. Those are pills…it’s just not…those sorta pills.” Sammy reasoned, but winced at how awkwardly he explained it.

“What sort of pills are they then? Start talking Bryant.” You sighed, arms folded as you waited for him.

Sammy exhaled deeply before leaning over to switch the water off in the shower and glimpse down at the little baggy.

“It was a stupid joke 'wedding gift' from the guy's at work.” Sammy shrugged and lowered his voice, as if nervous that someone other than you two were listening in. "It’s nothing sketchy, I promise. Just pills...guy pills…to help out." He explained hesitantly with a shrug.

“Help out with what?” You frowned as you reached out to gently take the bag back and look it over curiously.

“They’re…perfomance enhancing pills.” Sammy tried, though his explanation was vague enough to incite further concern in you.

“Steroids?” You frowned as you turned the baggy around in hand.

“Not that kind of performance…” Sammy said, shaking his head “Y’know…performance pills.” He urged and gave you a strange look to try and follow his meaning.

“Oh….oh!” You said, finally the penny dropped, and for a moment there was a brief pause before you started smirking.

“Don’t, it’s not funny.” Sammy said, but he couldn't help but half smirk at your amusement.

“Why did the guys give you these?" You asked with a silly grin on your face.

"Like I said, the assholes at work think they're all comedians and gave it as a ‘wedding gift’." Sammy rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"As stupid as a ‘gift’ it is, why did you keep em? Why not throw them out at the gym? As far as Im aware, we don’t have any issues in the bedroom.” You smiled knowingly from the pills and to Sammy.

He didn’t reply, not immediately, instead he shuffled awkwardly and chewed his lower lip.

“Sammy...you weren’t gonna take these, were you?” You asked curiously.

“Wasn't planning on it, but…I guess it's good to know they’re there. Like havin aspirin in the medicine cabinet; you might not always need it, but it’s peace of mind that it’s there…just incase.”

Sammy reached into your hands and took the bag, contemplating it as he continued to nervously chew his lower lip.

“Besides…most guys my age start to notice…y’know…a drop off in stuff…and sometimes we gotta take a little…support.” Sammy said.

“Baby you’re only in your thirties” You softly smiled at him, unable to deny how sweet he looked all nervous and awkward on the subject.

“Yeah but…stuff like stress or work crap can affect…things.”

“We’ve never had any issues” You commented coyly, earning you an amused huff from Sammy.

“I dunno, I just don’t wanna…let things slip.” Jack muttered meekly. “Guess if I have em close by, I won’t stress if…if I can’t…satisfy you”

“Oh baby” You hummed and clicked your tongue, reaching for Sammy to hug him. “C’mere stud.” You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “You satisfy me in every way, inside and outside the bedroom. Don’t ever worry about me with that.”

Sammy melted under your amused and loving expression, and rested his forehead against yours.

"Should probably throw em away." Sammy sighed, flipping the bag over.

"I'll do it, go shower, I’ll get dinner started” You said as you padded out the bathroom to leave Sammy for his shower with the little bag of pills in your hand.

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After Sammy showered, he sat down with you at the kitchen island to eat whilst you both discussed your day at work, and subsequently Sammy’s basketball game with his work friends after his shift.

Whilst you cleared away some dishes from cooking dinner, Sammy noticed a white box on the countertop.

“What’s that?” He asked as he got up to take his dishes to the sink.

“Oh Im so glad you asked.” You smiled brightly and opened it up for him. “I know we only just started planning, but I went to the bakery a few blocks over from work and picked up a wedding cake sample from them.”

Sammy’s attention snapped to the box almost immediately, like a dog being teased with a treat. He quickly dried his hands and looked inside the cake box to see a triangular wedge of deep, rich chocolate cake with buttery white icing piped along it.

“Oh my god” Sammy said, eyeing the piece and biting his lip.

“Don’t drool on it, we’ve got to split it to test it.” You smirked and gently moved the box out from Sammy. “Go sit down and I’ll cut you a piece.”

Sammy smirked and reluctantly left you to go sit in the living room. As he sat and watched highlights from a game, you took out the slice of cake from the box and grabbed two plates. After putting the slices down onto the plates, you flattened the cardboard cakebox and went to put it into the trash. But when you stepped on the pedal to lift the lid, you stilled and looked down.

Sitting on top of the trash, were the little viagra pills you had tossed out. The longer you looked, the more a horribly wicked idea formed in your mind. You glanced briefly from the trash, over to where Sammy sat, none the wiser, then to the slice of cake sitting out.

No. I can’t.

This is crazy.

Sammy would kill me…

But surely…surely half of a pill…wouldn’t do much…right?

You were suddenly possessed by your own erotic curiosity, and plucked the baggy out.

You took one pill and crushed up half of it before sprinkling it into Sammy’s slice of wedding cake, then tossed the other half as well as the baggy with it's little friends, into the trash before finally pushing the cakebox down atop of it to stop any further ludicrous ideas sprouting in your mind.

At first, you felt a wave of unease overcome you at what you were doing. This felt so wrong...but you wanted to see what would happen...if anything.

You picked up the plates and walked over to the couch, your heart hammering in your chest as you offered the plate to Sammy. He thanked you as he took it and shuffled to let you sit down on the other side of him on the couch, your legs resting across his lap in your usual nightly routine.

“Hmm” Sammy hummed, and it made your nerves spike a little thinking that he noticed something was off.

“Good?” You asked as you took a bite of your own cake.

“So fucken good.” Sammy said over a hearty mouthful of cake.

“Guess we don’t need to sample any other flavours then.” You chuckled and nodded as the cake was indeed delicious.

“Hell no, this flavour wins.” Sammy enthusiastically nodded as he continued to wolf down his sample.

The thought of ordering it made you smirk inwardly:

One dark chocolate sponge with vanilla buttercream royal icing…and half a gram of viagra

You finished eating, and set the empty plates down onto the coffee table. Now, you kept half a mind on the book you were pretending to read, and the other half to see any change in Sammy’s behavior…or body for that matter.

At first, nothing significant occurred. You mentally berated yourself for thinking it would be something comical, like how it happens in the movies; one minute nothing, the next Sammy would be clawing at his shirt and sweatpants with a comical 'boing' sound effect. Instead, he just sat with your legs over his lap, watching sports highlights on t.v.

I guess half a dose doesn't do much, thank god.

You were relieved that nothing happened, finally you came to your senses that perhaps crushing up erectile dysfunction pills into your fiancé's food wasn't exactly the most romantic gesture, and was borderline insanity.

You settled in to read through your book for a further twenty minutes, when slowly you noticed Sammy moving in the corner of your eye. He huffed a little and ticked his jaw before stretching out his neck.

"You okay?" You asked, observing the way his hands reflexively tightened and released around your feet and calves.

"M'just a little warm." Sammy brushed it off and tried to relax a little more into the couch. "S'Probably the shower catching up with me." he reasoned as he tapped the bottom of your sock covered feet.

But from there on in, you couldn't help but notice how Sammy kept rubbing your feet, firmly and -dare you say- needy against his thigh and hip. His palm flattened against your left foot, and smoothed up and down against your sock. When you looked up from your feet to Sammy’s face, you did notice he was growing a little more flushed around the neck and cheeks.

Maybe half a pill does have an effect...

Sammy kept shifting and shuffling around, trying to settle himself, but it was no use. He was painfully aware now of the heat rising up from his chest and along his neck, as well as the way his lower half was starting to stir against you. A throbbing need to rock a little against your legs was building inside the pit of his stomach, to the point where it ached.

And that's when Sammy suddenly realised what was happening. The pieces had finally fallen into place, and he reached for the remote beside him to turn off the t.v to move his head gradually to look at you.

"What did you do." Sammy said frankly as he looked at you, slowly raking his narrow eyes over you.

"Me?" You said, trying to feign innocence as you looked up from your book. "I don't know what you're talking about."

“Oh really?” Sammy said with a smug and accusatory tone. “Where d'you put em?” He asked, jutting his jaw out a little.

“Put…what?” You asked and swallowed thickly. Your attention was sharply drawn to the feeling of Sammy’s hands rubbing firmer into your feet.

“Don’t play stupid with me, I do this for a living.” Sammy giggled at how badly you were hiding your guilt.

You went to draw your legs back and away from Sammy’s lap, but his hands tightened down and gripped your ankles to hold you in place.

Sammy smirked and turned his body to face you. "I think you've been having a little fun with those boner pills."

Shit.

He had you, caught red handed and Sammy was all to aware of it, he could always tell immediately when your tucked your lower lip under your top teeth and you blinked a little too quickly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the hell I was thinking!" You suddenly burst out and gestured to Sammy’s lap. "It was a stupid thing to do baby, I'm so sorry I was just curious and I didn’t think anything would happen with just half a pill-"

"Relax." Sammy said, finally smirking at your panicked expression. "I mean, at least the guys will be happy to know we used their wedding gift.” He chuckled bitterly.

"Sammy Im so sorry, this was so messed up I don’t know why-“

“I told you, relax.” Sammy reassured you. “S’kinda perverted on your end, but…also kinda hot.” Sammy reasoned.

“Still wanna marry me?” You said, half joking yet half worried.

“I do, even though you snuck boner pills into my desert.” Sammy chuckled. “Promise Im not mad” he reassured, tapping your ankle.

"How...how do you feel?" You asked curiously, nodding at him.

"Warm." Sammy said matter of factly. "Horny. A minute ago I was practically chewing the inside of my mouth to pieces to not hump your feet, so I guess that's something."

"Jesus, that's only half a pill I put onto that cake." You muttered to yourself, but Sammy heard it and it made him chuckle. "So...how long will it last for."

"Usually four hours." Sammy said as he looked down at his lap.

"Four hours!?" You exclaimed.

"Relax, it’s not a boner for a full four hours, just means it's easier to achieve and maintain, and that's a full dose, half probably wont touch that." Sammy reassured you, thankful to recall the various locker room chats with the old heads at his work and the posters strewn around men's bathrooms promoting the little blue pills.

"Maybe a cold shower would help?" You reasoned, trying to be helpful, but you froze as Sammy looked at you with a quirked brow. "What?"

"Like hell I'm going for a cold shower. You got us into this mess...you get us out." Sammy gave you a fat grin as he began to roll a little closer to you.

He took the now forgotten book from your hands and set it down onto the coffee table next to the plates, before carefully tugging you closer to him. You knew what he wanted when he pulled at you like this, so it was no surprise when Sammy hauled you into his lap, arms circling around your waist.

"Oh my god." You said, immediately gasping as you felt his hardness pressing into his sweatpants. "Already?"

"Are you shaming me?" Sammy said with mock offence. “You gave me Viagra, the fuck did you think was gonna happen?” He giggled up at you as his hands pawed at your hips and waist.

"S'not what I meant." You rolled your eyes as you sat a little further down on Sammy’s thighs. “Just…it works fast huh?” you said as you admired the visible outline of Sammy's cock pressing into his sweatpants.

“Is this where you tell me you want me to start taking Viagra?” Sammy teased you as he reached a hand up to comb your hair back from your face and behind your ear.

“I think you’d be a pest on it.” You remarked as you couldn’t keep your eyes off Sammy’s bulge.

“You gonna keep staring or help me out? I’d really rather not have to sit in a cold shower and rub one out.” Sammy said sarcastically as he watched your eyes move, looking over him before meeting his gaze.

“Bedroom, not here.” You said, and made to crawl off his lap.

Once you stood up, Sammy practically leapt to his feet and trotted behind you. You felt his hands reaching, grabbing and teasing at you impatiently as you both scuttled off to the bedroom. The moment you crossed the threshold to the bedroom, Sammy grabbed your hand to spin you. You barely had a moment to look up at him as Sammy’s mouth pressed into yours, a huff of satisfaction leaving him as he passionately kissed you.

You reached up to comb your fingers through the sides of his hair, all the while Sammy reached around you to cup your ass and squeeze you closer to him. You hummed into Sammy’s mouth as you felt his erection pressing into your abdomen and hip.

“Fuck” Sammy grunted against your lips as he rubbed his hips a little from side to side, desperately trying to gain some sort of relief from the mounting pressure between his thighs.

“Take off your shirt.” Sammy said between slow and messy kisses.

You smiled and nipped at Sammy’s lower lip as you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, hauling it up and over your head. You had forgone a bra, which gave Sammy the visual delight of watching your soft breasts rise and fall with a bounce as you took off your shirt.

“You okay?” You couldn’t help but grin as Sammy looked at you like a horny teen finding his first playboy, lips parted, wide eye, cheeks flushed.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself” Sammy reprimanded with a smirk. "Seeing you naked when I'm on Viagra is like shooting fish in a fucken barrel."

“You’re right, I’m sorry baby.” You said as you stepped closer to Sammy and pecked his cheek. “Let me take care of this.” You said, looking down between your bodies as you cupped and squeezed at his bulge. "Sit down and take these off." You politely requested as you snapped the elastic waistband to his sweats playfully.

Sammy smirked and backed up a little so he sat down on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, you took the pillow from your side of the bed, and set it down on the floor to kneel upon. Whilst you sat between Sammy's legs, you watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, and began shuffling them down. You practically gawked as Sammy’s cock caught on the waistband of his sweats, springing up to slap against his hip and the soft underside of his stomach.

“Oh my god” You breathed, observing how full and rosy his cock was as it sat against his anatomy. “It’s so…pink” You said.

“What’dyou expect? All the blood is…there.” Sammy sighed and shivered as he felt the bedroom air cooling against his flushed anatomy.

You shuffled on your kneels to get a little closer, eyeing Sammy’s cock as it was already welling at the tip with a pearl of precum, before looking up at him directly. Sammy looked so sweet and attractive, chewing on his lower lip, trying his best to not blow right then and there as he looked at you, eyeballing him intimately.

“Can I?” You whispered as you smoothed your hands across Sammy’s thighs.

“Just…just don’t go crazy…feels…sensitive”

You delicately wrapped your hand around the base of Sammy’s cock and slowly stroked him. Immediately Sammy groaned and flexed his thighs in response, needy and sensitive to your touch. You stroked Sammy a few more times, occasionally kissing and pecking the round tip of him. Sammy gasped audibly as you finally wrapped your lips around him and sucked languidly along the length of his shaft.

“Oh fuck” Sammy said a little louder than the small moans he had been expelling.

“Too much?” You said as you looked up at him, his cock sitting a few inches from your mouth as you stared past it and up at Sammy again.

“I dunno if I can last with you teasin me like that.” Sammy laughed breathily as his hand reached down to cup and stroke the top of your head.

“Like this?” You asked as you took the head of him between your lips and sucked languidly.

“Jesus fuck-“ Sammy shuddered.

“Sorry, does it hurt?” You apologized softly, a part of you feeling a little guilty for putting Sammy in such a predicament.

“No, no, not painful just…It’s sensitive” Sammy repeated as you stroked him a little.

“From half a pill?” You mused, smiling as you were utterly amused and fascinated.

“Don't gimme that.” Sammy warned with a stupid grin. “I just…I’m not gonna last like this if you keep…teasin.”

“Only half a pill-“

“Alright that’s it” Sammy cut off what was going to be a sly remark from you, as he bent down to grab under your armpits and haul you up from your knees.

You giggled impishly as Sammy moved you onto the bed whilst he stood up to take off his swears and boxers entirely, followed by his t-shirt.

“Clothes off.” He instructed, half smiling as he clicked his fingers at you, gesturing to the floor where his own clothes lay.

“So bossy.” You remarked, but did as Sammy asked..

“Like I said, you got us into this, you’re gonna get us out of it.” Sammy grinned, eyeing up each new sight of naked skin you revealed to him as you discarded more clothing. Once you had taken your underwear off, Sammy gingerly climbed back onto the bed.

You felt your heart stutter as Sammy smoothed himself out flat on his soft belly against the bed, shuffling himself between your legs. He moved your limbs to either one of his shoulders and kissed his way along the length of your thighs, humming as he felt your hand atop of his head, combing and scratching at his scalp.

“Look who’s needy now” Sammy mumbled against your skin as he closed in on where he knew you needed him the most.

You barely fathomed a response as he kissed right at your core, tasting the heady slickness pooling between your thighs. Sammy’s ears burned with delight at the sounds you were making as he greedily ate you out. His eyes flicked up from your small tuft of pubic hair up and along your soft body to watch your expression twist and change with each swipe of his tongue and open mouthed kiss applied to your pussy.

“S-Sammy!” You whined, your right leg involuntarily starting to tremble against the side of his head.

“God you’re so fucken hot” Sammy moaned briefly as he pressed his mouth back against you.

The wet sounds coming from between your thighs from Sammy’s mouth were utterly pornographic as it filled the room along with your breathless expletives and Sammy’s name. Whilst you rolled yourself against his mouth, Sammy couldn’t help but press his throbbing cock into the bed, effectively grinding and dry humping the covers as a direct response to your sounds and body.

“S-Sammy! Baby I…oh fuck! Im gonna come” You whined as your hands tightened a little further into Sammy’s hair.

Sammy simply hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations of which fed right into your oversensitive clit and forced a buck from your hips, up into Sammy’s mouth and nose. He watched you, unwavering as you inched closer and closer until finally you came against his mouth, shuddering and whining his name.

“Oh…fuck Sammy” You panted, feeling his warm body leave your legs as he crawled further up the length of you.

Sammy planted his fists at either side of you into the bed, and leaned down to capture your mouth. Your legs came up to cradle and wrap around his waist, heels digging into Sammy’s soft round ass. Whilst he kissed you, Sammy eagerly pressed his tongue between your lips to find your own. It never failed to turn you on something awful when you could taste yourself on Sammy’s mouth when he kissed you after eating you out.

Sammy’s cock twitched and pressed against your slick pussy as you held either side of his head to kiss him back, slowly and passionately.

“Wrap your arms around my neck baby” Sammy whispered against your mouth as he peppered kisses at the corner of it, as well as your chin and jawline.

You did as told, and felt Sammy’s hand feed it’s way under your back to keep you supported as he rolled you both back so that you sat atop of him in his lap. Whilst you continued to kiss, you felt Sammy moan into your mouth as his erection pressed between your bodies, making you gasp a little.

"M'want you." Sammy snuffled against the crook of your neck, kissing and biting at your skin, inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume and sweat, which seemingly fuelled his arousal and made his cock pulse a little more to the point of discomfort. "God I fucken need you." He grit through his teeth with a harsh growl against you.

"Take it...whatever you need baby, take it." You whispered into Sammy's hairline, pressing kiss after kiss to his soft curls. "I'm all yours, I'm all yours Sammy." The very confession was almost enough to make Sammy finish right then and there.

"Lift your ass up for me baby." Sammy mumbled into you, his hand tapping the side of your thigh a little to encourage you to move.

You shuffled and sat a little further upright until the tip of Sammy's cock stood proudly up towards your entrance. With Sammy supporting your back and hip, you planted your feet flat on the bed at either side of him, and reached down to guide him inside of you.

"Oh shit...oh...oh shit." Sammy practically gulped back air as the warm, tight sensation of your anatomy hugging his already sensitive cock, felt overwhelming.

You kept your eyes on Sammy as his face changed, his sweet and crooked upper teeth bit down on his lower lip, and his eyes screwed up a little as he fought the urge to give in to his needs and mindlessly fuck you.

"Look at me, Sammy - look at me." You whispered and moaned as you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look you right in the eyes as you sunk lower and lower down on him. "Oh Sammy, look at you." You cooed as you felt a wave of pleasure roll through you with how deep Sammy was buried.

"God damn" Sammy hissed as he licked his lips, unable to look away from your gentle and blushing face as you gradually took him inside of you. "Fuck you're so pretty."

"That's the Viagra talking." You smirked and teased, gasping a little as your body stretched and adjusted to Sammy, as well as the sensation of his fingers digging into your back and ass.

"All me that time." Sammy smirked between his pleasured winces. "You're so fucken pretty, sittin on top of me like this." He swallowed deeply, his adams apple bobbing. "I...I dunno how long-"

"Doesn't matter." You said, leaning forward to peck Sammy's lips. "I don't care if you finish before me...just wanna see you come baby."

You kept your eyes on Sammy's, despite his flickering down to between you both where your bodies met. Gradually, you lifted yourself up, just enough until the head of Sammy remained inside, before sinking back down. His grip on your back and ass tightened to keep you in place as you began to pick up your pace, the bed springs noisily protesting under the movement.

"Fuck Sammy you're so deep." You whimpered, your confidence waning a little as you tried to keep your composure, but with the way Sammy's head was nudging at your deepest, most intimate parts, it was beginning to be a struggle.

"Fold your arms behind you." Sammy said, understanding the signs, reading your body language. "Gimme your arms baby, that's it, good girl." He repeated with a little more clarity when you were too awash with pleasure to hear him the first time.

With his help, Sammy moved your arms to fold behind you, exposing your front entirely as your back arched a little. Sammy eyed your chest wantonly as the slight change in position pushed your breasts out and towards his face. He held your biceps whilst your hands gripped each wrist behind you. Sammy then bent his knees and began fucking up into your at a rapid pace.

The sound of his thighs smacking up into your own filled the room along with your cries of pleasure. Sammy's name practically fell from you in a chant as he fastened his mouth and teeth to the side of your breast, sucking hard enough to surely leave a mark.

"Right there...S-Sammy...right there." You cried as your nails fed into your own wrists behind you. "God that's...that's so good baby!"

"I...I'm gonna- oh fuck." Sammy's hips stuttered, his voice cracking a little as he felt the rush of his orgasm sneak up on him.

Taking the initiative, you let go of your folded arms from behind, and reached forward to hold onto Sammy's round shoulders. Sensing what you were doing, Sammy simply wrapped his arms around you, and allowed you fuck him. The way your hips swivelled and moved pushed him just enough until finally, he came. You continued to move, wringing out every last shred of Sammy's orgasm as he came inside of you, repeating your name amongst expletives as he pulsed and pulsed.

"S'good, you're so good Sammy." You muttered as you stroked his shoulders, right up and along his neck, feeling his pulse as it throbbed quickly under his sweaty and flushed skin.

"Don't stop." Sammy panted as he looked up at you. "Keep going, keep fucking me, please." Sammy begged as he gripped his arms tighter around you.

Even though he had already come, Sammy was still hard, and indeed had enough left to see to you. You felt Sammy shift beneath you, dipping you backwards until your spine pressed into the mattress again, with him hovering over you. Immediately Sammy began rutting his hips into you, fucking his release deeper into you.

"S-Sammy! Oh - oh fuck! Sammy!" You practically squeaked with pleasure as Sammy bucked into you like his life depended on it.

Half a pill...just half a pill and he's feral Your scrambled brain mused.

"Put your nails into me, s'good." Sammy huffed as he felt your slight hesitation to do so, not wishing to harm him.

Immediately, Sammy let out a strangled groan as you sunk your fingernails into his sweaty biceps and shoulders for some sort of purchase or grip as he fucked you wildly.

"S-Sammy! I...I'm gonna-"

"Just do it." Sammy cut you off. "Come on my dick pretty girl...please...just come for me...m'want it." Sammy said, his face turned into a slight pout as he looked down at you adoringly.

Sammy heart felt fit to burst at the sight of you, panting, moaning his name, sweaty with hair splayed out in every direction on his pillow. Perhaps it was a good thing you threw out the rest of the Viagra, otherwise Sammy reasoned you two would never leave the house.

"S-Sammy!" You gasped, squeezing your thighs into Sammy's waist as you suddenly came, your vision blurring a little at the edges.

Sammy moaned with you as he felt your pussy tighten around him sporadically, his body experiencing something close to a second aftershock to his initial orgasm. You cried upwards to Sammy, lips parted in a beautiful o-shape of euphoria, eyes squeezed shut as you trembled around him, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you.

You only began to return back to earth when you felt Sammy's nose, nudging against your cheek, his lips sweetly kissing you.

"Y'okay?" Sammy whispered as you turned your head towards him. "Still alive?" He chuckled lazily, smiling as you also started lightly giggling.

"I think so...I dunno about anything from the neck down." You laughed breathlessly as you opened your eyes again.

Sammy looked you over, his face flushed and sweaty, yet his features practically melted you with how satisfied and pleased with himself he appeared to be. You reached for the back of his head to bring him in for a kiss, slow and gentle, a stark contrast to your fevered moments prior. As he kissed you, Sammy carefully began to pull himself away from you, your combined release slipping out and coating your thighs.

"Jesus." You grimaced, slightly embarrassed at how wet you sounded. "I literally cleaned these sheets this afternoon." You huffed and pouted.

"I love when you give me pillow talk." Sammy mocked you gently as he lay down along the length of you, wrapping the sheets and his arm over your bodies to fend off the cold.

You both curled up, giggling and kissing like idiots.

"So...compared to...y'know...’the usual’...did it feel better this way?" You asked, curiously as you looked at Sammy.

"Any form sex with you is a win in my book." He said with a boyish smirk. "But...to be honest...no. Not better." he shrugged as his hand ghosted up and down against your side, his fingertips lightly tracing each curve of your body. "Don't get me wrong, it enhanced things a little, made me feel a little more...sensitive...but it also made me finish sooner than I'd have liked." He smiled shyly.

"You do like to play the long game." You smiled knowingly. "Guess you can tell the guys their 'wedding present' was used."

"I'll make sure to send a thank you card back to em." Sammy sarcastically remarked as he pulled you in close, kissing your forehead and fawning over you under the sheets.

[whiskey-thorns]

are you british? i saw you use A&E to describe the pitt ed in your abbot baby jane doe fic and it threw me off a bit then made me chuckle

HAH! Oh that’s so embarrassing on my end lol You are spot on! Im actually Scottish🙂‍↕️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Whilst I try my hardest to change my language to fit the vibes (grey to gray, sweeties to candy, rubbish to garbage/trash ect) I sometimes forget certain things lol!

Out of curiosity, what would Americans call A&E (accident and emergency?)

[whiskey-thorns]

Quite The Picture

Jack Abbott x Reader: Jack forgets his keys and asks you to drop them off during a busy shift. Dana breaks several hospital rules in order for you to cover for a very special patient….

(OR Jack forgets his keys, and when you go to deliver them, Dana asks you to babysit Baby Jane Doe)

Romance, Husband and Wife Abbott, broody Jack and Reader, mentions of being unable to have kids, flirty, sarcasm, fluff

You cleared away the dishes from dinner despite Jack’s insistence on doing it. You quickly shut down his argument with the fact that if he kept pestering you over cleaning up instead of him doing it, then he was going to make himself late for his night shift (and would subsequently have to deal with a pissed off Robby and Dana).

Jack gave in, grabbed his coat, rucksack, lunch bag which you had packed with snacks and leftovers for his break, gave you a long lingering kiss, and went out the front door.

The man had only been gone about half an hour before his name showed up on your phone.

Forgot my keys, work is chaos, don’t have time to come back home, can you drop them off please baby  - J

Sure enough, you turned around from your seat on the couch and saw up on the dining table Jack’s keys. Sighing and shaking your head, you got up, retrieved the keys and replied back.

You’re making breakfast tomorrow morning to apologize x

--

You parked up a block or so away from the hospital and made your way over to the entrance to the emergency room. Before even stepping foot inside the building, you could hear the noise and busy commotion coming from within.

The waiting room was jam-packed with people, and you did your best to not step on any toes as you sheepishly made your way over to the reception, trying to avoid scathing glares from waiting patients who -to them- you were seemingly cutting ahead.

“Hey hon, looking for Jack?” Lupe said from her chair beyond the plate of glass as you got close and waved a ‘hey Lupe’ at her.

“Yeah, idiot forgot his keys.” You answered, rolling your eyes at the ordeal. “Would you give them to him?”

“Oh sure thing hon, just-“

“Lupe, in here, I need you! Chart system has gone wacko and I need someone to watch over our little guest in the visitor’s room.” Dana suddenly exclaimed as she swung around the doorway behind Lupe, waving for her to follow.

“Dana I can’t, we’re swamped out here tonight!” Lupe protested, gesturing to the masses sitting, standing and hunched, all complaining in the waiting room beyond the reception desk.

“Just ten minutes, please, I got Robby on a knife edge, hand over to night shift has been stalled because of the charting fuck up, McKay is baby-sitting Santos and Mohan, and I can’t find Ellis or Diaz anywhere.” Dana huffed as she finally came back up for air.

“I can’t, I’m still waiting for cover so I can go on my break that should have happened thirty minutes ago.” Lupe said as she motioned as politely as she could for you to move to the side to get at the patient waiting behind you.

“Oh, sorry” You meekly smiled at the old man glowering at you for standing in his way.

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna pass out and it’s only eight thirty.” Dana remarked as she rolled her eyes and looked around behind her for a free body.

“Jack wasn’t kidding when he said it was chaos in here.” You nodded as you took in the bustling atmosphere of the waiting room. “Listen, I know you guys are swamped here, but can someone just take Jack’s keys and I’ll get outta your hair?”

Dana looked at you, then did a double take, eyeing Jack’s keys, then you.

“Actually…that’s perfect.” Dana said, looking right at you, as if a lightbulb had just switched on in her head.

“What?” You asked, looking from Dana to an equally confused Lupe who was juggling the old man’s paperwork.  

“You’re perfect hon. Oh dear god you are perfect! Hot damn! Wait there!” Dana suddenly exclaimed with a loud singular clap before she sprinted back out of the reception office.

You and Lupe exchanged looks, but before either of you could question what had just happened, Dana practically burst through the double doors to the waiting room and made a b-line for you.

“Come on come on, I need you my little angel.” Dana quickly said as she grabbed your hand and practically hauled you through the double doors.

“D-Dana what are you doing?” You frowned as Dana continued to lead you through the busy ER.

Immediately you were hit with the familiar smell that came off Jack after shifts; the sterile, clean hospital smell that he always insisted on showering off before getting close to you, and one that you recognised when doing his laundry. There was also the slightly not so pleasant, yet faint, coppery smell of blood and body in the air, attributed to several patients laying out on beds with particularly grizzly injuries.

Don’t look

Don’t look

Don’t look

“D-Dana I…Dana I can’t be in here.” You said, averting your eyes to look down at Dana’s trainers as she continued to lead you through the chaos of patients being moved around, doctors shouting and using language that was lost on you, machines beeping and patients groaning and crying out in discomfort.

Don’t look you’ll puke

Don’t look you’ll puke

Don’t look you’ll puke

“For the next ten minutes you are.” Dana corrected over her shoulder to you as she marched you through the ER.

Christ Jack how the hell do you do this? You thought as you attempted to keep up with Dana, eagerly pulling at you to follow her.

“I need you to do something important for me.” Dana said, ignoring your paling demeanour. “I’ll cut to the chase; we got an unattended baby in the visitor’s room that needs just ten minutes of supervision. Just ten, then one of the junior doctors will take over once I get the charting system straightened out.”

“A baby?” You winced. “Dana no, no – I’ve already broken maybe ten rules just by coming in here! I’m not a doctor or staff! I can’t be left alone with a baby! I just stopped by to give Jack his keys!” You exclaimed frantically.

“And you can give them to him! I’ll go tell him you’re here, and whilst you wait, you can keep an eye on Baby Jane Doe.” Dana reasoned as she pushed you towards the visitor’s room.

“Baby Jane who?” You frowned in confusion.

“Baby Jane Doe; got no parents or guardians, left unattended – Jane Doe.” Dana briefly clarified. “Look, we’re jammed in here, Robby is on the war path, I got staff trying to figure out a charting system that’s crappin it’s pants right now. I got day staff who are chomping at my hand to be relieved so night shift can take over.” Dana halted and rubbed her forehead in exhaustion.

“I need all hands-on deck, and whilst I’m usually not in the habit of trusting non-medical staff, particularly with this sort of thing - I know you and I know you will be fine for ten little minutes whilst I quickly iron out this god forsaken chart system.”

You and Dana exchanged looks, and immediately you felt your resolve give way to her stressed demeanour. With a heavy sigh, you shook your head. “Fine. Ten minutes.” You gave in and allowed Dana to smile thankfully at you. “But if you get fired for this, you only have yourself to blame.” You muttered, earning you a tired chuckle from Dana.

“Thank you honey, I’ll buy you a round next time we all go out.” Dana exhaled deeply in relief before she reached for the door handle to the visitor’s room.

It was dim inside, not entirely dark, but just enough to not disturb the little bundle in the corner of the room. As Dana went over to look into the little cot, you shrugged off your jacket and draped it over one of the vacant chairs.

“Sound asleep.” Dana whispered, trying to reassure you.

“Let’s hope she stays that way.” You mumbled pessimistically, but smiled at Dana nonetheless. This wasn’t her fault, not really, and to be honest if Dana truly needed help, you would be more than happy to give it.

“M’sorry for asking this of you, but my hands are tied.” Dana apologized. “When I see Jack, I’ll tell him to swing in.” Dana said as she walked back over to you.

“And tell him he’s lucky to have me.” You grumbled quietly.

“We’re all lucky to have you.” Dana said with a smirk. “Ten minutes. There’s formula on the countertop.” She gestured beside the cot with a wink before ducking out of the room, a brief influx of noise from the busy outside ER filled the room before it went back into silence.

You turned your attention back to the little cot, and slowly approached, curious to peer inside and take a look at all the fuss.

A tiny, sleepy, pink face peered out from the blankets, swaddled up tight inside, the baby’s small rosy lips parted as she snoozed soundly. Your features softened at the sight of her, a complete polar opposite of calm serenity compared to the manic chaos that lay only a few feet outside the visitor’s room.

Several moments passed by, relatively undisturbed as you paced slowly around the room, mindful to keep your steps light and slow. Eventually you settled into the vacant armchair adjacent to the cot, and rested for a moment or two.

That was until you heard a small grumble of discomfort coming from the cot. You got up from your chair and saw the baby’s face beginning to turn and screw up with unease. At the sound of her first whine, you instinctively reached down into the cot to retrieve the baby.

“Hey…hey little lady.” You whispered as you carefully scooped up the unhappy little one. “It’s alright, it’s all okay.” You hummed as you adjusted the baby in your arms to properly cradle her.

You didn’t have much in the way of experience with children, other than the odd cousin, nieces and nephews, but you knew what would work best to bring some sort of relief to the upset bundle in your arms. The baby squeaked out her crocodile tears, and you continued to coo and rub at her little back, patting at her.

“Shhh…shhh…it’s okay…I’m here.” You whispered, bouncing a little at the knees to lull the baby back down into a sense of comfort from her disturbed sleep. “Just ten minutes…and you’ll be in good hands again.” You muttered as you looked over the little human curling up into you.

Ten minutes

Just ten minutes

--

(thirty minutes later)

“That should be fixed.” Mel said with a chipper tone with Jack looming over her shoulder.

“Thank christ for that.” Jack grumbled with relief. “Alright everybody listen up, charting system is back online and ironed out! Make sure you have all your patients and keep em organised. Day shift can finally hand over, thank you for your patience. If I have to do this again, I will quit on the spot.” he threatened and sighed as his focus turned to the computer in front of him.

“Hey, did Dana get someone to watch over the baby in the visitor’s room?” Mohan asked curiously as she retrieved her charts from the desk. “There’s still nothing up on the board…surely Dana wouldn’t have left a baby unattended?”

Jack frowned and turned to look up at the charting board which was now back in order, where sure enough there was the room number and patient name, but no attending. A small wick of panic began inside of Jack, and he exchanged a brief look between Mohan to where Dana was now helping Robby and Ellis with another patient.

“Dana!” Jack shouted over. “Any attending for Baby Jane Doe?” he asked with his hands out to the sides in a questioning manner.

Immediately, he saw a look of realisation dawning on Dana, as if she had forgotten something and was now figuring it out. Jack didn’t wait for Dana to explain what from across the room, instead he quickly left the desk area and marched over to the visitor’s room, whereupon entering he took two steps before he froze. His eyes widened, head turned a fraction as he saw you, sitting with the baby.

“Close the door.” You quietly hissed, frowning at the sudden intrusion.

Jack did as told, and carefully closed over the door to the room before slowly approaching you. The baby was on the cusp of sleeping, her tiny eyes lulling closed every once in a while.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” Jack whispered as he lifted a seat over to sit down in front of you. “You take up a part time shift in the maternity ward without tellin me?” He smirked wryly.

“I expect my wage by the end of the day.” You replied with a quirked brow. “Dana roped me into this. She also promised it would only be ten minutes…that was over half an hour ago.”

“Oh baby…oh sweetheart, I am so sorry.” Jack shook his head, planting his hands on either-side of your knees and bowing his head a little in shame “I didn’t mean for you to get tossed into all this. Next time I’ll duct tape my stupid keys to my chin” Jack added, earning him a bitter chuckle from you which made him smile through the embarrassment.

“S’not so bad. Rather be in here with this one than out there.” You said, nodding towards the door and the chaos out-with it. “I dunno how you manage it, I nearly puked and passed out when Dana hauled me in.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“You get used to it” Jack shrugged. He couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze at the way your kept your eyes trained on the baby, how delicately you fixed her blankets and little sleep cap.

“Seems you’ve made a friend.” Jack mused as he looked down at the baby, his rough index finger softly ghosting across the little girl’s chin.

That was when you caught it. That particular expression Jack only used for puppies and nieces and nephews. You knew it all too well, and how dangerous it was.

“Don’t.” You quietly yet firmly stated.

“What?” Jack said, looking up at you innocently.

“You’re getting broody.” You warned.

“No I’m not.” Jack argued. “I do not get broody.”

“Yes you do, and yes you are. I know you are, because I can already feel myself getting broody and it’s only been half an hour with her in my arms.” You reasoned. “I dread to think how you feel, you’re a softy when it comes to kids. New borns especially.” You remarked with a quirked brow.

“Am not.” Jack said, his husky voice rousing the baby a little, freezing both yourself and Jack as you waited for her to settle again. “I am not.” Jack said, light and practically wordless as not to upset the baby in your arms.

You sighed and kept a watchful gaze over the little one, your thumb briefly brushing against her tiny forehead and sparse hairs. Jack hated to admit it, but you were right; it was hard for him to not love the idea of you and him with a baby, and the current scenario was only fuelling the matter further. How gentle and tenderly you looked, how his imagination ran away with the image of you loving a baby together and raising it together.

“Where will she go?” You asked, breaking Jack’s train of thought.

“Well, usually after she gets a few urine and blood tests done, and everything comes back in the clear, she’ll be taken in by a foster care program organized by the hospital .” Jack explained, reaching to tuck the baby up a little more into her pink blanket.

“And then what?” You asked. “You guys…just let her go?” You sighed, poorly trying to hide your sad tone.

“Pretty much. Once all the tests are done, we’re no longer required.” Jack nodded, his tender hazel eyes moving from the baby up to you.

“Oh.” You simply said, though Jack could already tell it was weighing heavy on your heart.

“Hey, she’ll be fine.” Jack reassured, his hands reaching out to the sides of your legs and patting you gently. “She’s young, cute, she’ll be snapped up and looked after.”

“Yeah…yeah she will.” You nodded, fending off the stinging feeling of tears as they threatened to gather.

Jack bit his lower lip, contemplating the thought in his head and sighing deeply.

“She is…also available for kinship adoption. Doctors and nurses are eligible.” Jack threw out, his heart picking up a little as he looked from the baby and at you. “We could-“

“No.” You said softly, shaking your head. “I appreciate what you’re doing Jack, but no. M’just…just emotional. Babys do that…puppies too.” You added, much to Jack’s amusement. “Besides…at our age…taking on a newborn?.” You chuckled bitterly. “Unwise.”

“You make us sound wrinkly and senile.” Jack huffed a smile at you.

“You know what I mean” You shook your head and looked back down at the baby. “She needs a young couple, solid and ready, not two fortysomethings taking her in on a whim just because they got misty eyed.”

Jack looked at you and the way your face remained soft with a hint of a smile, all the while watching over the little girl. He looked past your features and to your temple where only a few months ago you had announced the first few gray hairs beginning to crop up at the roots of your scalp. It was a hard truth, but it stood regardless that you and Jack had found one another at an age where certain things just weren’t viable anymore, children namely. That ship had sailed, and both of you were simply content in being aunt and uncle to your family members.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a kick ass Mom.” Jack shrugged.

“You’d be a nightmare as a Dad.” You quirked a brow.

“I beg your pardon?” Jack said with mock offence.

“And as a girl Dad? Forget it, you’d have her locked away until she was forty.” You pressed with a smirk.

“More like fifty.” Jack shrugged, unable to hide his grin as you lightly chuckled at his antics.

Jack continued to look you over. “Hey, look at me.” He said.

You did so, admiring Jack as he angled himself to lean forward over the baby and kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb from side to side against your skin.

“I love you.” You said, peppering your mouth with little kisses. “I’d be lost without you. Besides, we wouldn’t have time to look after a baby with how much you spend saving my ass.”

“At the very least you’d be without your keys.” You playfully whispered, kissing Jack once more, as you managed to fish out his keys from your jean pocket and hand them over to him.

“Completely and utterly lost.” Jack agreed with a smirk as he took the keys. “Lemme find someone to take over so you can finally get out of this place.” He said as he turned around and walked to the door.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush over here.” You said as you looked back down at the baby.

Quite the picture…Jack took in the scene before him one last time.

"Now who's super broody." Jack muttered playfully as he opened the door.

"Remember you're making breakfast." You said snidely, trying to maintain a quiet enough tone to not disturb the baby.

"I'll see you in the morning." Jack nodded, kissed at you and closed over the door to not let any further noise in as he set out to look for someone to take over babysitting duties for you.

[whiskey-thorns]

Wedding Night

18+ NSFW Titus Danforth x Reader: It's your wedding night (or rather the ritual to join yourself and Titus in front of the council) and Titus cannot wait to consummate the marriage, especially after getting a taste of your blood…

Nasty Smut, blood play, wound licking, daggers, injury, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, demon worship, cursing, Titus being an utter brute, rough sex, reader is just as bad as Titus (let me know if I've missed anything!)

(also full disclosure I wrote this on the road so apologies for any spelling/grammatical errors!)

Nominee, Satani, Lucifer, Excelsis

Bestow your blessing upon these.

In the name of Satan, Lucifer, Baliel, Leviathan

The Lawyer's voice echoed throughout the chamber to the family councils surrounding yourself and Titus as you both stood opposite one another. The joining of your house and Titus’ was almost assured the moment he witnessed your strength and rage during your first hunt alongside him and the others, successfully claiming countless victims and relishing in their demise.

Titus adored you, he would sacrifice many for you with a simple flick of a finger should you desire it.

You had always admired Titus, for his brutality and ruthless cunning, but also his wit and dry humour, of which he would use upon anyone, the council members or otherwise. Titus answered to no one, he was a force of nature, brutal and unstoppable.

"I now ask the betrothed to take up blades, and sacrifice their blood as payment in the name of our Lord and Saviour, Satan." The Lawyer announced, raising both hands out to either side of himself as he looked to you and Titus.

Each blade was a family heirloom, given only once, and exchanged once. The handle of Titus' mirrored his infamous medieval style war hammer and mace, a fist enclosed around a spike. The blade was dark, sculpted from obsidian and gleamed in the flickering light from the wall torches and fires hung upon the chamber walls.

Yours brandished the head of a horse, sculpted from silver and inlayed with gold filigree. You remember your Mother handing it down to you when you came of age, and how your father had brandished it to her on their wedding day.

You looked to Titus, and tried to contain your excitement as you observed the wry grin fighting to pull at the corner of his mouth. He was desperate for you, warring within himself as to follow the line of tradition and procedure, or rip the burgundy wedding dress from your body and consummate the marriage in front of the council then and there.

"Now, we ask for your payment." The Lawyer said, beckoning for the pair of you.

Titus kept his eye on you as you both side stepped towards the plinth whereupon a bronze bowl lay, ready to receive your blood. Standing at opposite sides and facing one another, and raised your hands, palms facing upwards.

The razor sharp blades of the daggers lay against the open palm of either right hand.

"Together." Titus said, gruff and husky as he smirked at you.

"Forever." You smiled, your heart fluttering madly for your beloved brute.

Swiftly, you both nodded and slipped the dagger against each others palms, releasing a sharp inhale from you both as blood seeped from your wounds. As expected, you immediately clasped your bleeding hands together, and allowed the blood to mix and drip down collectively into the bronze bowl.

You winced at the stinging sensation of your wound rubbing against Titus', but were comforted when you felt his fingers squeezing into your hand, as if to reassure you he was pleased and proud of your commitment to him, to your marriage.

Mine. You’re mine.

Forever.

"With your bloodlines interwoven, I instruct both parties to write their names within the book." The Lawyer said, producing the large, dusty book from behind himself, then two strips of black linen to wrap up your hands.

Titus allowed you to take the pen and dip it into the bowl first to write out your full name in blood upon the yellowed paper. Then, with his free hand, he took the pen from you and did the same, writing his name opposite yours.

"You may now exchange your blades." The Lawyer instructed, bringing his hands slowly together gesturiatively

Carefully, you handed one another your family's daggers, Titus' significantly heavier than yours it seemed.

"I now pronounce you, before the councilmen and families of our Saviour, man and wife." The Lawyer declared and looked to Titus, who managed to break his hungry and mirthful expression from you. "You may now kiss your bride."

Without hesitation, Titus stepped closer, his freshly bandaged hand still tightly grasping yours, his spare reaching up for your jawline, and kissed you. As he claimed your mouth, the council members and families along with the Lawyer merrily cheered.

Hail Satan

Hail Satan

Hail Satan

----

The ceremony concluded, though it didn't matter if it had done so officially or not. Titus was leaving with you now to be alone and enjoy the wedding night, not even waiting to see everyone off the property.

Let Ursula deal with those morons. Titus thought dismissively as he hauled you through the estate from the chambers beneath the property, upwards into the body of his family house and upstairs towards your bedroom.

As soon as the door to the door closed over, Titus was upon you, pushing himself into you and kissing you with fevering hunger.

"Stand there, let me look at you." Titus instructed as he moved your shoulders to the side before stepping back a little to look you over like a sculpture scrutinising his latest work.

Look at you

A vision in wine red.

And absolutely mine.

Titus waved away the notion of traditional black lace and satin for your wedding dress. Reds and burgundies adorned your body, it was Titus' favourite shade against your beautiful skin tone. He stepped closer to you, circling you as his eyes shamelessly raked over your form, savouring how delicious you looked in your wedding dress.

"You won't walk until next week, you understand that, right?" Titus grumbled into the crook of your neck, enjoying the way your soft laugh rumbled up from within you and against his mouth as it continued to explore your neck and shoulders.

"You look very handsome yourself." You said as your eyes roamed over Titus' wedding apparel. "I'm torn as whether I want you to fuck me with clothes on or not." You salaciously grinned at Titus as he took your hand and kissed your finger tips, his eyes briefly admiring the family signet ring now adorning your left hand.

"You can have me either way, but one things for sure-" Titus said as he licked across your bloody stained fingers. "You're getting out of that dress."

Titus' hand reached out and gripped the back of your wedding dress before twisting and tugging it asunder, ripping the zipper in the back and freeing your chest and soft stomach to him. The dress itself pooled a little, and with Titus' help, he roughly pushed it off your body.

"No underwear?" Titus smiled proudly as he looked over your familiar nude figure. Countless times he had seen you, naked as the day you were born and spoiled your flesh a hundred times over. But it never lessened the impact he felt in seeing your natural form.

"Would slow us down." You answered coyly, feeding off Titus' grin as he stepped into you, kicking the dress to the side with his polished wedding shoes.

He took your face in both hands again and kissed you, hungrily claiming your mouth and nipping at your lips with his sharp, crooked teeth. You moaned unashamedly against Titus as he continued to kiss you, his head turning to deepen it and press his tongue into your mouth to seek out your own.

Titus walked you both in the direction of the bed, delighting in the way your hands clawed and gripped at his waistcoat, either for stability or to remove it, he wasn't sure, but he appreciated your strength on him.

"Titus...I need you." You pulled back with a gasp, your head tilting backwards as your husband sunk his lips and teeth into the sensitive flesh upon your throat.

"Say it, say what you want." Titus grunted against your collarbones as his hands squeezed and pulled at the abundant curves of your hips, digging his fingers in so deep you were certain he'd leave marks again.

"I want you to fuck me. I don't care how, I don't care if you keep your clothes on, or lose them...but I need you...I need you Titus...please." You panted and gasped as Titus bore his teeth a little deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder, a wet chomping sound coming from Titus' mouth as he held you with his teeth.

"Take what's yours." Titus said as he brought his face back up to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he smoothed his hands upwards and across your soft breasts. "Take it all, show me how badly you want me to fuck you."

You grabbed Titus by the back of the head and pulled him into another frenzied kiss, all the while slipping your hands to his waistcoat to undo his buttons. As soon as he was free, you tossed the waistcoat to the side, and curled your fingers around the collar of his shirt.

"Show me." Titus repeated against your mouth, his hands reaching up to cup your elbows before holding the back of your biceps.

You gripped Titus' collar, and sharply pulled at either side, sending buttons flying across the room in different directions. Titus felt his cock twitch and press against the front of his slacks when your biceps tightened under the skin, a reminder that beneath your sweet and soft exterior, you were just as powerful as he. That your body was trained to kill, and had done so many times before as he had witnessed hunt after hunt.

Titus grinned from ear to ear as you both kept eye contact whilst pushing the ruined shirt off his body and down his thick arms. He enjoyed the game you both played when making love, as if daring one another to look away first, neither one to falter. Evenly matched in the bedroom, at least...for the most part.

"So perfect." You whispered as you finally broke eye contact and looked over Titus' naked torso and arms, your nails scratching upon his raised traps and rounded shoulders, sampling his thin little scars and marks from his own hunting injuries.

"You're not done." Titus criticised, his voice raspy with need.

"I'm taking my time." You argued, raising a brow at him.

"Hurry up." He said, snatching at your hand and bringing it to the front of his pants.

You let out a shameless moan as did Titus when you squeezed his erection through his pressed wedding slacks. Whilst you fumbled and undid his belt, button and fly - you kissed, mouth to mouth, to chin, to jawline, anywhere you could find Titus you kissed and nipped.

Titus' eyes looked down to where your hands were busy rubbing him through his boxers, noting the wrapped bandage around the hand he had wounded in your palm. A symbol of your union, his claim to you.

"Gimme your hand." Titus huffed as you squeezed him just right, forcing a tick from his jaw.

He had already seized your wrist and had brought it up to scrutinize the black bindings. He unknotted the wrap, and allowed the fabric to flutter down to the floor, revealing your bloody wound. Parts of it were already dried over with congealed blood, yet other sections looked fresh with deep ruby beads welling up from where Titus had pulled the fabric as it stuck to the wound itself.

"Titus." You smiled knowingly, recognising the familiar glint in your husband's eye.

"Let me have my pleasures." Titus gruffed as he leaned in close to inhale your palm, smelling the faint metallic and warm scent of your wound.

Just as you pulled Titus' cock from his boxers, he licked a long lingering stripe across your palm.

"Oh...Titus." You moaned and hissed, a mixture of arousal and sharp stinging in the hand mixing together deliciously.

Titus held your hand to his mouth as he continued to lick and sample your blood, cleaning your skin of the mess whilst enjoying the fresh warmth of the wound. Your blood turned Titus on something awful, particularly in small doses; a love bite, a tiny scratch here and there. He had sampled it after hunts where you had sustained injuries, nicks and cuts after hunts. It was akin to certain snake venoms, less always meant more.

"You won't last like this." You teased, amused at how drunk Titus seemed to be, what with your hand cupped around his hungry mouth and your other tightly wrapped and stroking at his thick cock, already feeling your hand grow warm and slick with his precum.

Titus glowered over your hand, his hazel eyes glinting in the warm light of the bedroom. Suddenly, he took his mouth off your palm and pushed carefully at your soft stomach so that you fell backwards onto the bed in a heap.

"Pick a position, I don't care which." Titus said as he began pushing his boxers and slacks down the length of his legs, his cock swaying and twitching now that he could see your entire anatomy upon the bed.

"Such a romantic." You playfully criticised him.

"Maybe I should fill that mouth first?" Titus reasoned, quirking a dangerous brow your way.

Titus crawled onto the bed, pausing as you reached to push on his shoulder and turn you both over so that he lay flat on his back, his cock erect and pointing up to the bed's canopy. Titus allowed you to swing your right leg over him and effectively straddle his thighs, his cock resting against your stomach. Whilst you looked down at him, you noticed your blood decorating the corners of Titus' mouth.

"I want your hand." You said, nodding down at Titus' palm which you had cut open.

"Thought it was my dick you wanted?." Titus grinned when you smacked his shoulder. You chuckled deep within your chest and shook your head. Titus adored the way your hair, messy and free from your bridal hairpins, fell around your face and shoulders.

"Hand. Now." You firmly demanded, smiling down at your husband and watching as he held out his palm to you.

"Gimme yours." Titus muttered childishly as he began to undo his own bandage around his palm.

As instructed, you gave him your hand, and immediately he applied it to his mouth, eager to taste your blood again as if he were a man taking his first sip of water in weeks.

You watched for a moment, listening to the wet snuffling sound Titus made as he lapped at your wound. Then, you looked into the palm of Titus' right hand, noting your mark you had made and the dried blood clinging to his skin. Your family's dagger was indeed the smaller of the two, and despite leaving a mark in Titus' palm, it was a thin and significantly less crude mark compared to Titus' heavier blade. Perhaps you would mention it to the offspring whom would eventually inherit the family blade, perhaps not.

Titus' hips bucked against you as you ran your tongue along his wound, licking him clean of blood. You felt yourself tip forward a little as Titus bent his knees, sliding you a little closer towards his aching cock, his thick thighs supporting your ass and lower back.

"Sit on it." Titus growled against your hand, sending a ticklish vibrating up your right forearm.

"So demanding." You smirked with a purr, briefly turning your head from Titus' palm to smile at him.

Titus felt his heart stutter as you looked down at him; naked, wild hair, straddling him and his throbbing cock, with his blood on your lips and chin.

"So fucken beautiful" Titus mused as he took his free hand and cupped your cheek, smoothing his thumb back and forth across your face.

You practically purred and sighed as Titus fawned over you, whispering sweet nothings as he sat up a little more with you securely in his lap still.

So beautiful

So fucken beautiful

All mine...you're all mine...forever

You were made for me

My violent little muse

I’ll fuck you so good n thorough

You felt a swell of pride overcome you as Titus muttered his words into your chest, his gray stubble contrasting with his plush bloody lips as he kissed across your collar bones as well as the tops of your breasts, licking briefly at your soft nipples.

As Titus muttered his devotion and claims to you against your anatomy, you lifted yourself up a little higher, positioning your slick entrance above the tip of Titus' cock. He looked up at you as you slowly sank down onto him, feeling the way his body stretched and filled you in the only way you ever needed.

"Fuck" You whine, your brows knitted together and your confidence waning a fraction as your mind unravelled with pleasure.

Thankfully, Titus knew to take control, he allowed you the illusion of it when being physical and intimate, but ultimately - he controlled all.

"Good girl." Titus sighed as you finally sunk him to the hilt, your ass pressing against his lap as the tip of his cock nudged the deepest part of you.

"T-Titus." You whimpered, keening as Titus' fingers clawed at your as to roll your hips around upon him.

"You know what to do." Titus reaffirmed. "You've done it before, s'no different, show me how much you want my body."

As if to help you begin, Titus took his free hand to grip your waist, and moved his hips. You immediately moaned out his name, turning your attention into his bloody hand and rubbing your face into it.

Look at you, utterly divine.

"Good girl, take it...take what's yours..." Titus praised you, once he felt you begin to regain some control of your body and swivel your hips against his, he took back your bloody hand and pressed it to his mouth.

The sensation of tasting your blood and flesh, as well as having his cock buried deep inside of you as you moaned his name, was enough to make Titus' head swim with euphoria. Indeed, lasting under such circumstances would be a task.

You looked between Titus' thick, calloused fingers to observe his face; his brows tight and his eyes half shut as he mouthed against your palm, groaning and snuffling as he licked hungrily at your wound. It stung and tickled at the same time, a sensation on the nerves to say the least.

"You...fuck...look so...ugh-beautiful." You groaned, committing Titus' expression and naked body to memory.

You had fucked in every sense of the word. The first night you two had met during one of Ursula's council parties, you did it, hidden away from prying eyes in one of the many rooms to the Danforth estate. From that point on, your bodies were drawn to one another, as if two pieces of a puzzle.

"Mine...all mine..." Titus muffled into your palm as he fucked his hips upwards into you.

"Shit! T-Titus I...I can't...I...fuck." Your whimpered pathetically, your walls were crumbling as you continued to fuck Titus, anchoring your body with your hand wrapped across his mouth for stability.

Titus pulled his hand away from you, sitting upright swiftly and flipping you both over so you fell under him against the mattress. You barely gasped for air between your moans as Titus pressed his mouth against yours, bloody and saliva coated. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, with Titus ultimately hooking his arms under your thighs to keep you in place as he re-aligned his cock with your pussy.

"Titus...Titus..." You repeated his name, as if nothing else could be fathomed in your mind.

"Now look who’s messy" Titus mused as he smoothed his cock through your slick cunt, frotting himself against you. "Hmm? Is this all you want? My dick…my blood…my love"

You shivered and trembled at the thighs as the head of Titus' cock nudged against your sensitive clit, sending a ripple of pleasure through your nervous system.

"Titus...please...don't tease..." You sobbed as your body practically ached for him inside of you again.

Titus grinned, he always did at this point - when you couldn't bare to be without him, as if a minute longer without his body would kill you. It was a feeling similar to the one he felt when hunting nobodies through his estate. The rush and thrill of being begged to for mercy before giving his victims the sweet release.

"You're so pretty when you beg." Titus said, barely above a whisper and in a condescending tone he knew you hated to love, before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Titus" You hissed, chewing your lip and tasting the residual blood from Titus' palm as well as your own from your lip.

"I've got you." He wolfishly smirked. “Dig your nails into me.”

Like an animal with retracting claws, you angled your fingers to sink your nails into Titus biceps, listening to him huff out a strangled breath of pleasure at the sting. As if spurred by it, Titus began rutting his hips into you, skin slapping against skin mixing loudly with your cries and moans.

“Thats good…don’t be shy…don’t ever be shy, not like this.” Titus gruffed. “I want to hear you…I want everyone to hear…how much…you want this.”

“T-Titus! Oh fuck! O-Oh!” You cried upwards towards Titus as he fucked you, his hands at either side of your body balling and gripping at the sheets.

“Gimme your hand” Titus grit through his teeth between firm thrusts.

You understood that he wanted your bloody hand, and unlatched your nails from his arm to hover your palm at his mouth. Titus glowered down at you as you smeared your palm across his stubbly chin and lips, messing his mouth with your blood.

Titus’ hips stuttered as the deliciously intoxicating taste of your wounded flesh met his tongue again. Your blood was richer and more addicting than anything he had ever sampled, and seemingly enhanced the experience of fucking you.

“Such a mess” You panted with an utterly blissed expression, your tone warbling with the impact of each of Titus’ thrusts.

“Speak for yourself” Titus snuffled against your hand as he nodded down to where your bodies joined, an arousal slicked mess of both your bodies coating one another. The practically pornographic wet sound of your lower halves meeting, filled the bedroom.

You laughed, heartily and drunk from Titus and the euphoria of him pleasuring you. He adored you like this, messy and feral, tangled in his limbs as he ruined you. You were his, only his, marrying you was non negotiable after his first encounter with you, it was as if a switch flicked in his brain, that prey drive within Titus' brain to chase and latch his teeth into what he wanted. And you were all to happy to let him.

He snapped his hips suddenly, carving through your erotic hysteria and watching your face turn from amusement to pained bliss. You were close, Titus knew it well, that way your face scrunched up, eyes pleading for him and your mouth parted, moaning and gasping little ‘oh’s.

“T-Titus! I…I’m…I-“

“Do it. Come on my dick and show me that beautiful face, I want it.” Titus demanded as he increased his speed as much as his body would allow, his muscles taught as he slammed his hips into yours.

Sure enough, with three more thrusts, you came hard, gasping and screaming your voice hoarse, followed with Titus’ name as you chanted it like a prayer. You were swiftly silenced as he cupped his bloody hand over your mouth, proud of you as your trembling hands covered his large paw and held it against your face. Your eyes fluttered as Titus fucked you through your orgasm whilst you licked and tasted his wound.

That's it...taste me...

I'm a part of you in every way my love

Woven together...forever...

“F-Fuck…Im…-“ Titus barely formed his words as he thrust himself deep inside of your pulsing cunt as it continued to sporadically tighten around his slick cock.

You muffled a moan into his palm as he grunted out your name, his brows raising momentarily as he was awash with bliss, spilling deep inside of you as he ground himself from side to side, circling his hips against yours.

Titus took his hand off your mouth to keep himself stable as he remained atop and above you, panting and sweating against your equally spent body. Both of your mouths were a midden of saliva and blood, sweat coating your skin and your thighs coated with release.

“Still alive?” Titus huskily muttered as he looked you over, nuzzling your cheek and pecking you.

“What a way to die.” You breathlessly chuckled as your head turned to rest against Titus'.

“M’not letting you go that easily.” Titus warned as he kissed the shell of your ear.

You trembled as Titus licked along your neck, up your jawline, nuzzling at you to turn back to face him before kissing and lapping his blood from your chin and lips. You caught his mouth with the tip of your tongue, and cupped his face with your good hand to bring him closer, his weight bearing down onto you as he rested against you.

“Don’t” You whispered against Titus' lips as you felt him try to slip his slowly softening cock from you. “Don’t leave me. I want to savour this.” You admitted as your eyes roamed over Titus’ messy face.

Titus grinned crookedly at your request, and was more than happy to accept. He shuffled around a little and began to lower his weight. He watched as you removed the hand that was resting against his chest, leaving a light and bloody handprint upon his skin.

You.

“Together” You sighed, reaching your arms to wrap around Titus’ head and hug him to your body.

Titus mirrored you subconscious gesture, and flattened his palm into your chest, leaving his own faint and bloody handprint upon you.

“Forever” Titus grumbled as he rested his weight against your, his hands scooping under your body as he softened against you in your embrace.

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Why is Chapter Nine of Memory of You not up yet?

Well….I scrapped it

NOW HOLD ON! HOLD ON! I have a very good reason for this.

I had written out chapter nine, and whilst it was satisfactory….nothing happened. I read and re read it and honestly…nothing shifted forward, and I was so torn between just posting it to make a deadline or scrapping it and making it better.

So I chose the latter.

Therefore, chapter nine and ten are basically becoming one, and will be a lengthier chapter.

Now as a follow up to this, there may come a time where I will read over memory of you entirely and give it a face lift (perhaps when its finished entirely).

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Uniform

Sammy Bryant x Reader: Sammy catches you checking him out whilst in uniform and teases you for it.

A short n sweet little flirty fic! (set in the same storyline as Feed The Soul)

Mindless fluff n teasing! Mentions: sexual themes, flirting, kissing, Sammy being a sarcastic pest, established relationship (gf/bf). (let me know if I've missed anything!)

It had been a long day, and Sammy was more than relieved to finally be getting through the front door and get to wrap his arms around you after it. You had messaged him at work to come around to your place to eat after he had mentioned barely having any time to squeeze in dinner if he wasn't getting it cooked by you.

At first he felt rotten that you were cooking for him (again), but after some arm twisting and reassurance on your part, you managed to settle down his worries. You loved cooking, but moreover you loved cooking for others, especially Sammy. It was your love language, and Sammy was more than happy to accept it.

Sammy set down his things by the couch, and tilted his head towards the kitchen where he saw you, but more poignantly; where he could smell something delicious coming from.

"You gonna stand there or come and kiss me Bryant." You said, keeping your eyes cast downward at the food on the stove.

"How the hell did you hear me?" Sammy frowned as he began to approach you from behind.

"You walk like a herd of elephants." You lightly teased. "Now get over here, I need your mouth." You said, much to Sammy's delight.

"Don't need to tell me twice." he huffed.

"I mean come taste this." You clarified with a smirk and shook your head at the crossed wires. "Then kiss me."

"Yes Ma'am." Sammy closed the gap between you, his hands assuming the position on your soft hips as he brought his mouth down to your neck and shoulder. He was grateful you had taken to wearing his baggy, ratty old gym shirts as it meant they were loose enough to fall open at the perfect spots around your neck and shoulders, exposing his favourite parts of your anatomy to kiss (or at least a few of his favourite parts).

"Hey, c'mere." You said as you twisted a little in Sammy's arms. "Open." You gently instructed as you raised the wooden spoon up to Sammy's mouth.

He leaned in and took the offered spoonful of risotto, humming at the warmth and creamy texture as he sampled it across his tongue.

"S'good." He nodded and swallowed before leaned in to kiss your cheek, admiring the pleased smile gracing your features as you nodded and turned back to the stove. "Now can I kiss you?" He impatiently said.

Smiling, you set down the spoon and reached up for Sammy's cheeks to bring him down to you. Sammy smiled against your lips as he kissed you, light and soft pecks at first before applying a long, lingering kiss, humming in relaxation against your mouth.

"Hey." He smiled lazily like an idiot, lids half shut as he looked you over.

"Hey." You returned, feeling your stomach flip a little with how Sammy was roaming over you with his glinting, hazel eyes.

It was only then that you noticed Sammy's cold, metallic badge under your fingertips, and indeed that he was still in his uniform.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't have time to get outta my uniform." Sammy said, noticing how you scrutinised his clothes. Usually when he'd come over he'd be in jeans and a t-shirt or something casual, but tonight he simply didn't get away from his work soon enough to get a change of clothes.

"Uh huh." You nodded in acknowledgement before separating to tend to the dinner on the stove. "So how was your day, officer." You playfully teased as you raised the wooden spoon up to your own mouth to sample the risotto for yourself.

"Nothing too crazy, I got stuck with speeding duty so I was trapped in the car for several hours. Then in the office sorting out Ben's shit show of paperwork that he's been draggin his heels for over a month now. So, captain asked if I could help move things along." Sammy explained as he rubbed his eyes and leaned against the countertop. "And then, this afternoon - hey." Sammy abruptly halted.

You flicked your eyes up from where you unaware had been lingering on Sammy's uniform, confused and on the spot as he smiled curiously at you.

"You're checking me out." Sammy said, turning to face you with his arms folded.

"What? No I wasn't." You frowned offensively.

"You were checkin me out just now." Sammy repeated, practically brimming with amusement.

"No, I wasn't." You denied and turned back to the stove to look down into the bubbling pot of risotto.

"You were, I was watching you." Sammy grinned and tilted his head. "You were totally checkin me out just now."

"I was just looking at your uniform, I've never seen you done up in it before is all." You shrugged and continued stirring, telling yourself the sudden heat in your cheeks was from the steam off the cooking.

"Yes you have, you see me in the diner in my uniform almost every other morning." Sammy countered as he unfolded his arms and stepped a little closer towards you.

"Yeah but just...that was before you and I...before we became...it was under a different context." You flimsily excused. Sammy enjoyed watching the way your hair swished from side to side as you shook your head, all the while with your back towards him.

"Hey, turn around and look at me." Sammy said, reaching out to softly tap your elbows as not to make your hands slip on one of the pots and cause a casualty.

You switched off all the burners, set lids on top of everything so it kept, and brushed your hands clean together before turning around and looking at Sammy with a smile and a quirked brow.

"What?" You finally said, sounding like an irked teen that had just been caught doing something they shouldn't have.

"You were checkin me out." Sammy repeated again, reeling at how you rolled your eyes and shook your head at his boyish glee.

"You're enjoying this far too much y'know." You said, trying to sound annoyed but Sammy could only see the blush blooming at the tips of your ears.

"You like me in uniform." Sammy smugly noted. "C'mon, admit it. You think I look good."

"I think you look...smart." You said, trying to downplay your true feelings towards seeing Sammy done up.

"Uh huh." Sammy said, unconvinced as he took your hands in his and made you stand right in front of him. "You like me in uniform." He repeated. "Just admit it."

You began to move around the kitchen, stepping slowly away from Sammy as you noted the glint in his mischievous eyes. You could feel the heat flushing in full glory now in your cheeks as you tried to contain your nervous smile.

"Look at you, all bashful." Sammy smirked and teased, stalking around the kitchen island after you as you evaded him with each backwards step you took to keep the distance.

"Stop." You smirked. "Sammy. Stop right there."

"You got the hots for me in uniform." Sammy noted, tilting his head to the side. "C'mon, admit it."

"Stop it." You urged, giggling like a little school girl as Sammy stepped closer to you.

"You've gone all stupid on me." Sammy continued, utterly excited that he had you acting all silly and shy.

"Sammy" You warned again with a pointed finger held up. "I'm being serious."

"I'm gonna need you to come with me for further questioning Ma'am." Sammy said as he went to grab you, but missed, allowing you to duck and dive out from under his arm with an excitable squeal.

Sammy stomped after you as you ran away from him laughing, and into the living room.

"Suspect has fled the scene, proceeding on foot to apprehend and take to the bedroom for further interrogating." Sammy grinned as he swiftly followed you, observing you as you stood with the couch and coffee table separating the both of you.

"Sammy! Sammy stop acting like an idiot, we're gonna break something." You said, though your nervous laughter betrayed how much you were actually enjoying being chased around the apartment by Sammy, in uniform no less.

"I'm gonna need you to come quietly...or loudly...I know you're a screamer." Sammy winked as he braced against the back of the sofa, drumming his fingers along the back of it as he looked you over.

"Sammy!" You blanched at his salacious comment, and the pair of your burst out laughing.

"Just admit to the charges." Sammy shrugged.

"What charges would that be, officer?" You laughed, playing Sammy at his own fantasy.

"That you find me utterly irresistible in uniform." Sammy grinned widely and winked at you again.

"I deny all claims." You giggled and dug your heels in, feeling a wave of excitement surging through you.

"Then you'll have to come with me." He said, low and threatening.

You side stepped to the right, to which Sammy mirrored, then to the left, again Sammy repeated. You were cornered, and didn't have time to think as Sammy leapt over the couch with ease and came around the coffee table to catch and scoop you up over his shoulder.

"Sammy! Sammy no!" You practically squealed and wriggled in his grasp as he began marching through the living room with you across him fireman style.

"Resisting arrest, serious offense." Sammy sarcastically called over the back of him to you, and swatted your backside.

"Sammy! The dinner!" You tried to make your excuses, but it was done for.

"You have the right to remain silent." He chuckled deep in his chest as he crossed the threshold to your bedroom before kicking the door shut with his boot.

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November 2025 vs July 2026

Not to brag but can we please have a moment to observe the jump in improvements👀🫠

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I just thought of a au where Mickey has face scars if he survived the events of scream 2. I’m kicking my feet up and down 🤧

Sorry this suggestion took like half a year to get back to🫠🤍

But honestly Mickey with scars makes me weak🙂‍↕️🤍🌷

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This photo is ending me

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Haven’t posted a mood board screenshot in a while and I plan on posting some mickey art later on so here’s my Altieri board 🙂‍↕️🤍🌷

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Feed The Soul - Master List

Sammy Bryant x Reader: Sammy is always one bite away from a meal before his radio or partner yanks him away. So, the reader recommends him a good spot to get food after work….it just so happens to be their apartment complex…

Feed The Soul - Part One

Feed The Soul - Part Two

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Feed The Soul - Part Two

Sammy Bryant x Reader: Sammy is always one bite away from a meal before his radio or partner yanks him away. So, the reader recommends him a good spot to get food after work….it just so happens to be their apartment complex…

READ PART ONE HERE

Golly goodness gosh! I didn't expect so many of you to enjoy this little story! Here's a part two where Sammy and the Reader have their 'thursday' dinner date. Let me know if you guys want a Part 3 for this!

(Mentions: Shameless yearning/pining/flirting, cursing, smooches suggestive themes (no smut this time around), Sammy and reader being sarcastic little flirts with one another.

Enjoy!

"She made you a whole steak dinner?" Sammy's partner exclaimed, jealousy laced in his tone after Sammy had finished telling him about his dinner date -though not officially a date but sort of was a date? A pre-date?- with you the other night.

"And extra for lunch." Sammy said, unable to hide his prideful grin as he tapped on top of the plastic container you had given him last night, filled with the extra garlic seasoned steak, buttery fluffy mashed potatoes and a few asparagus spears for added measure.

"And you're seeing her again on thursday? At her place? For another home cooked meal?" His partner said, wide eyed as Sammy tried to contain his amusement.

"Yup." Sammy smirked.

"Marry her. Marry her man, or I will." His partner shook his head in disbelief, all the while looking at the small bundle of tinfoil on the dashboard of the squad car, containing a questionable burrito from a roadside seller.

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At the station, Sammy re-heated the leftovers you had made for him, the warmed up aroma of the meal attracting several of his colleagues, all of which began to glower at him and complain about their own pitiful lunch options.

My husband just handed me a few slices of cold pizza...

I got the last two bags of Cheetos from the vending machine...

Anyone wanna trade their lunch for a Hershey's bar that's been in my locker for three months? It’s only a little melted…

The sad complaints from his colleagues only made Sammy feel all the more smug for his prized lunch. Delicious even a day later and re-heated in the shitty office microwave. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten so well at work; the usual fixings were either sourced from vending machines, hot dog stands or taco trucks during patrols if you were lucky enough to find the time, or the food served in the dingy cafeteria which almost no one went near, lest they wanted stomach problems on duty.

Can't have you starving Your words echoed in Sammy's mind as he ate the last few forkfuls of his lunch before sitting back and admiring the empty container. He plucked his cell phone out from his pocket and searched for your number, having saved it from the note you had handed him the other night to find your place.

Thanks for lunch, my whole work want to kill me and marry you now - S

Sammy hit send, and got up to make himself some coffee and wash out your container, before resigning himself to desk and admin duty for the remainder of his shift. Whilst the pot filled, he felt his cellphone vibrate and chime with a response.

Glad you found time to eat it. Your whole work wanna marry me? That's a lot of mouths to feed, and I doubt my little apartment can house that many people...

Sammy huffed an amused smirk whilst he read your response, taking his coffee back to his desk and sitting down. Usually, when it came to admin work, Sammy could barely face it. He always felt unmotivated and tired, lacking so much energy to simply conquer the mountain of admin stacked on his desk. But actually, having fuelled himself properly, he felt...fine. Good even.

Time seemed to fly by effortlessly as he applied himself, stamping, marking, signing, reading, sorting out paperwork and photocopying. It didn't go unnoticed by his otherwise bored colleagues.

"Did your little lady friend put something in those mashed potatoes Sammy? Your ass has been a blur with how productive you've been around the office today." One of the other cops in the office chuckled as he sauntered across the room, tapping a file on Sammy's shoulder.

"Shut up." Sammy shook his head dismissively at the ribbing, batting his colleague's folder off him. Though secretly he liked that they referred to you as his 'little lady friend'.

"Hey, she single? I might swoop in there before you get your fingers in. Get a little taste of heaven myself" Another colleague joked, though it made Sammy grit his teeth at the crudeness of his comment.

"Hey man knock it off." Sammy said, a little snappier than intended, but he didn't like the way the conversation was turning.

"Alright alright, wouldn't want to come between you and your food or girl, fat boy.”

"Lay off, or you'll struggle to eat your next meal with no teeth dipshit." Sammy's partner casually threatened the mouthy colleague, who rolled his eyes and waved them away, muttering 'was just jokin' as he slunk back to his corner of the office.

"Thanks dude." Sammy said as he continued to work.

"No problem." His partner responded. "Seriously though man, marry her before someone else does." Sammy's partner repeated from the desk opposite him, a smirk toying on his lips.

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After a quick shower and change out of his uniform into casual clothes, Sammy gathered up the remainder of his things and left the station. He felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket whilst he walked through the parking lot to his car.

-I'm grocery shopping for Thursday, how does Italian sound?

Sammy smiled, genuine and heartfelt at your message. There was something to be said about a person texting you after a long day's work, especially when it came to food and asking what you wanted. For Sammy, it felt like a hug to the soul.

Italian sounds perfect, but let me tag along for the ride? - S

-You wanna come grocery shopping with me?

I wanna pay for the ingredients if you're cooking them, it's the least I can do - S

Sammy waited for your response, and it quickly arrived with the store you were heading out to, and where he could meet up with you.

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“Pass me the list” You said to Sammy as you walked through the grocery store.

“Gimme the basket” Sammy bargained with a shrug, though he was already taking the basket from the sling of your arm.

"So demanding." You tried to hide your amusement at his playfulness as you fully relinquished the basket to him.

“We need buffalo mozzarella” You hummed whilst reading the shopping list you had put together, turning into another isle with Sammy towing behind you.

Truthfully, Sammy had only even been in the snack isles, never really venturing into the produce or even deli portion of the stores when visiting to stock up his pitiful bachelor fridge. He watched you navigate the vibrant isles with ease, as if the map to it was imprinted on your brain.

His imagination began to flourish, as if this was a normal weekly thing for you two, as a couple. Food shopping together after work, unwinding and discussing meals, how your days had been ect.

“So let me get this right, the whole office made fun of you for having a packed lunch?” You smirked over your shoulder at Sammy, breaking his daydream and bringing him back to reality.

“Jealousy is a terrible thing." Sammy mused smugly. "You better start accepting marriage proposals, things could get ugly.”

“I will when the right person shows up” You teased as you grabbed some ingredients and tossed them into the basket Sammy carried.

Me. Im the right person. Sammy greedily thought as he watched you walk down the isle.

“What’s left on the list?” Sammy asked as he walked up to you reading said grocery list, trying to make himself a part of the process, despite knowing full well he had no idea what the hell you were going to make or where the necessary ingredients would be in the store.

“Ladies fingers” You said, looking to Sammy when he puffed a childish smirk. "What?"

“S’usually reserved for a third date but I won't complain.” He grinned boyishly.

“This is our first date, and if you want to still be invited along to it, cut the lewd jokes Bryant.” You smirked as you scalded Sammy, shaking your head and moving onwards to the next isle.

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Thursday couldn't come soon enough for Sammy; towards the lead up he had been a bundle of energy, much to the detriment of his partner who had to sit beside him and his terminally delightful demeanour.

Sammy arrived at your apartment and gingerly knocked on the front door. He had offered to bring along some wine for you, the least he could offer seeing as you had strong armed him into to letting you cook for him once again.

"Well well well, look who made it." You smiled as you opened the door. "Get in here and help."

"Help?" Sammy frowned a little as you left him to enter the apartment as you disappeared back inside.

"You thought you were only offering wine tonight? No no, you're giving me a hand with this dinner." You called over your shoulder to him as Sammy closed the front door and hung up his coat next to yours in the hallway.

Sammy sauntered into the familiar surroundings of your home, watching as you went into the kitchen where you had already set out a bottle of beer for him on the kitchen island.

He couldn't help but admire you in your outfit, despite it's simplicity, you looked perfect to him. For a brief moment, he lost his sense of thought, opting to just stand and look you over from behind, paying particular attention to the way your jeans hugged your backside.

"C'mon, wash your hands and help. You're not getting fed for free Bryant." You smiled as you felt Sammy hesitating behind you, little did you know he wasn't hesitating, but taking the scene in.

"I did offer to go out for dinner, would have paid for somewhere really nice." Sammy argued a little as he went to the sink and began washing his hands.

"Ahaha! but then you wouldn't be able to gloat to your colleagues about cooking up a meal." You smirked and tapped your temple.

Sammy nodded, amused, and looked to his side where you were busy at the stove, a bubbling pot of what he recognised as the pasta ribbons you and he picked up the other day at the grocery store.

"Get over here and help." You urged again, smiling at him.

"Yes Ma'am." Sammy responded in a mocking tone.

You got him to help you split and decant peas into a steel bowl, ignoring his question about 'wouldn't a bag of frozen peas be easier?'. Once there were enough peas to go between you both, Sammy watched you gather up some more ingredients.

"Cut that lemon in half, and squeeze the juices into the mortar." You said as you handed off a lemon to Sammy.

"The hell is a mortar?" Sammy frowned, but took the lemon and retrieved the knife by the cutting board.

You snarkily scooched the granite bowl along and towards Sammy, smirking at him.

"This is a Mortar, raise your hand next time you have a question." You teased.

"Shut up." Sammy shook his head at the gesture, but mostly because your smile was beginning to work him up into a bashful frenzy. "Just because you know cooking stuff doesn't mean you get to boss me around."

"If you wanna eat it does." You played back, nodding at the half cut lemon in Sammy's paw. "C'mon, squeeze it."

"Say please." Sammy smirked and winked at you, earning him a tap on the arm from you.

"You're on thin ice Bryant." You warned and turned your attention back to the boiling pot of pasta before things got carried away. "So, how was your day?" You asked as you stirred.

"Was fine, had paperwork coming outta my ass but I got it done." Sammy nodded as he crushed both lemon halves into the mortar, before curiously searching for a trash can, which you nodded in the direction of next to the fridge.

Suddenly, something overcame Sammy. A warmth, that...perhaps this was all he wanted. He looked at you as you stood by the countertop, reaching up to your little hanging baskets filled with different shaped plants, picking handfuls and dropping them into the mortar.

This could be us. Cooking together after a shift, discussing how our days were? Normal...cosy...a couple in a routine...

"Hey I'm not done with you, need you to grind this up." You called over to Sammy, your finger tapping on the rim of the mortar.

Sammy returned to your side, allowing you to splash in what you informed him was a mixture of; extra virgin olive oil, basil, two cloves of garlic, pine nuts and a fistful of grated parmesan. He took the pestle (as you dutifully informed him of it’s name) from the side of the mortar and began to grind up the ingredients you had measured out by eyeball and ease.

"What is this?" Sammy asked as he looked down at the lush green paste he was grinding the ingredients into.

"Pesto." You answered, looking over at his efforts. "Y'never had it?" You asked curiously.

"Do I look like the type of guy who eats stuff like pesto?" Sammy chuckled and shook his head from side to side.

"You will be after this." You smirked, cocky as you allowed yourself a moment to admire Sammy's thick, muscular forearms as he ground the ingredients together.

"You're staring missy." Sammy mused as he caught your eye.

"M'not."

"You are, you're checkin me out." Sammy chuckled as he continued to work over the pestle.

"I was 'checkin out' the pesto, and whether or not you ground it up too much." You blatantly lied as you peered into the mortar. "Looks good, you can leave it now."

"Whatever you say Chef." Sammy remarked as he brushed his hands together. "What next?" He asked.

"You, can grab the prosciutto out the fridge, and pour me a glass from the bottle of white you kindly brought with you." You said with an impish tone, all the while you took out a ribbon end of pasta to check how cooked it was.

"Proscootoo?" Sammy frowned as he went to the fridge.

"It's written on the paper it's wrapped up in." You informed whilst you lowered the temperature on the pasta as it neared the right density.

Sure enough, amongst your ingredients middle shelf - was a white parcel with 'prosciutto' written in pen on it. Sammy took it and the bottle of chilled white wine out.

"Here, lemme get you a glass for this." Sammy said as he handed you the package of prosciutto before turning to the cupboard where he knew from last time you kept the glasses in.

It was your turn to feel that warm, tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. That maybe this was something you could get used to. Part of you felt silly, that this was only (technically) your first date with Sammy. And yet it felt so…easy…so care free compared to dates you had experienced in the past. It was like you had been together for months, years even. In a way you had, all those morning shifts where you'd cook and bring him his coffee and breakfast at the diner, or occasionally he and his partner would pop in to grab some doughnuts and briefly chat to you before leaving for a new call out.

But that was Sammy, he was easy to get along with. And certainly easy to look at.

“You’re checkin me out again.” Sammy coyly remarked, watching you as he poured you a glass of wine.

You didn’t reply, you just shrugged with an airy ‘hmph’ as if to agree flippantly. Sammy’s smirk deepened as he felt he had finally pinned you. He didn't mind, mostly because he had spent every spare moment checking you out.

“So, how was your day?” Sammy asked you this time, briefly setting the glass of wine down to screw the cap back onto the bottle, before handing you over the glass.

“Busy." You answered with a sigh as you took the glass and leaned your back against the countertop. "We got construction workers coming in from across the street, building renovations or something.” You frowned and sipped.

“Anyways, one of the kitchen staff wants to ask out one of the construction workers who comes in practically every day. He’s had a crush on him for over a week and is convinced it’s fate.” You recalled as you sipped more of your wine.

“And did he ask em out?” Sammy asked as he reached over for his beer from the island, twisting the cap off under his strong paw-like fist and tapping the neck of the bottle against your wine glass.

“No. He came close though, today he managed to stand outside of the kitchen three feet away from the worker, so he’s making progress.” You chuckled.

“Well, not everyone has the brains nor balls to orchestrate a dinner date in their apartment under the ruse that its a 24/7 restaurant.” Sammy said pointedly with a wry smirk at you.

“Hey! That wasn’t a date.” You challenged. “That was a friend helping a friend. This is a date.” You gestured around the kitchen and between yourself and Sammy.

“Yeah yeah yeah” Sammy nodded but continued to grin at you. “Whatever you say.”

“Shut up.” You bashfully smiled and looked away.

“It was clever, cute.” Sammy said, proud that he was making you squirm a little at his teasing.

“Alright enough.” You droned. “I had to think of some reason to get you over, and it was all I could come up with.” You said as you began unwrapping the package of prosciutto.

“All you could come up with? Baby, it was very elaborate, you made up a whole thing just to get me to come over for dinner.” Sammy grinned, unaware of the pet name he had given you or the impact it had.

“Sammy”

“a whole ruse about a 24/7 restaurant”

“Sammy”

“you acted it all out beautifully I might add”

“Sammy”

He stopped and looked at your attempt to come off as annoyed or irritated, but there was an underlying feeling of mirth rippling at the surface, peeking out as a controlled smirk on your face.

If he calls me Baby again, I'm done for. You thought to yourself.

“You’re pretty when you’re mad at me.” Sammy teased, and you simply smiled at him the same way a bashful little kid does, turning away to hide yourself.

“Here, try this smart ass.” You said, taking a thin slice of prosciutto from the package for Sammy, and a piece for you, an attempt to change the conversation, or at least divert Sammy's attention away from your red cheeks.

Sammy was about to take the piece for himself from your hand, but paused just as you were raising you hand as if to feed it to him, stopping abruptly as you caught yourself. Before you could panic or get embarrassed, Sammy stepped closer and opened his mouth for you to continue. Carefully, you brought the prosciutto up to his mouth. He took it between his teeth, his soft lips briefly skimming your fingers, before chewing and tasting the rich salty thin meat.

“S’good” Sammy nodded slowly as he ate. “How’dyousay it?” He said over his mouthful.

“Prosciutto” you said as you ate your own piece.

“Proscooto” Sammy tried unsuccessfully.

“Pro-shoo-toe” You broke it down slowly for him phonetically, smiling and shaking your head as he just looked at you slightly bewildered. “Italian ham.” You gave in and turned back to the pasta.

Sammy sipped his beer and gave you space to drain the pasta at the sink, curiously savoring a small cup of pasta water by the side next to the pesto.

“Go sit, I’ll plate this up.” You instructed to Sammy and nodded to the island.

"You don't want me anymore?" Sammy said, feigning mock hurt.

"You'd make a fine chef. But an even better dinner guest." You briefly looked at him and nodded to his seat at the kitchen island. "Sit."

Swiping the wine bottle, Sammy sat down at the chair he had occupied last time he was at yours at the kitchen island. He kept his eye on you whilst you stirred in the freshly made pesto, pasta water, grated more Parmesan, sprinkled pine nuts on top, swirled up and deposited several rose bundle slices of prosciutto atop as well as a golf ball sized amount of buffalo mozzarella. Sammy enjoyed the satisfied look that graced your face as you took both plates to join him.

“Congratulations, you just cooked a meal.” You mused as you set down Sammy’s plate in front of him.

“You know I can cook.” Sammy said slightly offended. “I know almost all the settings on my microwave.” he comically boasted.

“Impressive.” You smiled and took your glass. “If you wanna change careers and try being a cook-“

“I think I’ll stick to being a cop. Would rather save lives than take em with my cooking skills.” Sammy shook his head as he tapped his beer to your glass.

“Dig in.” You encouraged as you set your wine back down after sipping it and picked up your fork.

Sammy made sure to get a forkful of everything. As soon as he put the food into his mouth, he let out a loud hum of satisfaction, much to your amusement.

“That good?” You ribbed Sammy as you ate.

“No wonder you got practically everyone in the precinct wanting to marry you” Sammy shook his head as he tucked in. “Seriously, you better start considering proposals, otherwise you’ll have an angry mob at the door.”

“Mm, I might...your partner still single?” You said, trying to rile up Sammy. And it worked as you could feel his eyes flick up at you. “M’just playing with you Sammy.”

Sammy nodded and twirled several ribbons of pasta onto his fork.

“So…why do you like cooking so much?” He asked, pivoting the conversation a little. “Have you always liked it? Or did it come along workin in the diner?”

“I didn’t really ‘get into cooking’ until after college. Guess it was when I took up the job at the diner, I was living alone at the time and the kitchen staff taught me how to look after myself, life skills and cooking. I guess I got more interested in cooking after taking up the job.”

“Its probably that reason why I like it. Sharing skills and recipes. Food is a way of connecting people. And…I like making sure people are well fed, it’s the most basic form of affection. You show someone you care by feeding them.” You remarked wistfully as you ate.

It made sense to Sammy that this was the case, as he had only ever known you to be caring and nurturing in his time being around you. Every morning he and his partner went into the diner, you made sure he left with coffee and something to fill his stomach.

You felt yourself grow a little self conscious at how deep the conversation suddenly went, though Sammy didn’t mind, if anything it made him fall for you even more.

“How’d you become a cop?” You quickly asked, offloading the focus onto Sammy whilst you ate.

“A dare.”

“Shut up” You said in complete shock. “A dare?”

“Mmhmm, signed up after ripping a bong with my friends” Sammy said, watching as you began to laugh incredulously at him.

“You’re lying.”

“No, all true. Did it on a weed induced dare, and somehow got accepted, decided to actually apply myself m, work hard and…here I am.” He shrugged.

You just giggled, and it fed back into Sammy who joined in with you, both of you smiling and laughing like idiots.

You both continued to eat and make small talk, before finishing up with clean plates between you both. You didn't even manage to get out of your seat before Sammy scrambled to snatch your empty plate.

“You cook I clean.” He quickly answered your silent question.

“We both cooked Sammy.” You corrected as you watched him deposit the dishes into the sink.

“Just let me wash the damn dishes.” Sammy droned and shook his head at you.

“You’d make a woman very happy with that devotion to dish washing.” You mused.

“I could make you happy” Sammy flirted, feeling a little more confident with a full belly.

“Easy big guy.” You grinned and went over to the fridge as Sammy continued to clean. “Got room for desert?” You asked from the fridge door.

“What do you take me for?” Sammy remarked as he placed the dishes up onto the drying board and dried his hands off.

“I made tiramisu.” You announced as you tapped the fridge shut with your foot to produce the desert.

“Tirawhat?” Sammy asked as he looked down at the treat.

“Tiramisu” you repeated. “Its layers of coffee soaked ladies fingers, cream and cocoa powder.” You said, side stepping Sammy to grab your cake cutter from the utensil drawer.

You cut a decent square sized piece for Sammy, and handed him his plate before taking your own.

“Wanna eat on the couch?” You asked, looking at Sammy as you absent mindedly sucked the side of your thumb clean of some cocoa powder.

“Yeah. Couch is good.” he said, lingering a little too long on the way you licked your thumb clean.

You walked past him and lead the pair of you into the living room, where you sat down on one side of the couch, with Sammy sat right beside you. You curiously watched as Sammy cut the side of his fork into the tiramisu and took a hefty amount into his mouth. Once more, he hummed in delight as his taste buds screamed in euphoria.

"I think Italian night is a winner." You grinned inwardly as you ate at your piece.

"I think this is my new favourite food." Sammy shook his head a little as he looked down lovingly at his plate. "Oh my fucken god."

"You want me to leave you two alone?" You chuckled as Sammy continued to eat and fawn over his desert.

"You jealous?" Sammy said, quirking a brow at you as he took another forkful between his smiling lips.

You quickly noticed a smattering of cocoa powder and cream, peaking out the corner of Sammy's mouth as he looked at you. Without thinking, you reached forward and wiped your thumb across the corner to delicately brush away the small mess. Both of you froze up, Sammy's eyes lulling a little as he looked at you, then your hand as it slowly retracted back.

"You had...stuff." You quietly explained, though your attention was now drawn entirely to the way Sammy was looking at you. It made your insides flip, and you could feel your heart picking up it's pace.

"Yeah?" He breathed. "That right?" Sammy sighed and turned his head to look down at his plate. "Well then-"

You watched as he took his index finger, ran it lightly across what was left of the top layer of cocoa powder, and raised it up to you. Sammy tapped a little powder to the far corner of your mouth and tilted his head to admire the little mark he made.

"-so do you." He said, his voice low and husky, intended only for you as he looked at the cocoa powder mark at the corner of your lips, and up into your eyes.

You were certain Sammy could see the blush that had rapidly crept up your neck and onto your cheeks, peaking at the tips of your ears. All night, you had been comfortably confident flirting with Sammy...but now...you felt like a deer in head lights. Especially with the way his narrow eyes glinted with mischief.

"Want me to get it?" Sammy tested, gently asking you as he smiled affectionately at your flushed complexion.

"Sure." You uttered, barely above a whisper.

"Hold still baby." He instructed, his voice matching the same low frequency as yours.

Sammy set down his plate on the coffee table, then took yours from your clammy hands before turning his body fully towards you. His hazel eyes flickered across you, his soft features seemingly glowing in the warm living room light. Your skin felt as if it were prickling whilst Sammy reached his hand up to cup your chin, his thumb smoothing back and forth contemplatively before he slowly leaned forward.

The way Sammy's lips fluttered at the corner of your mouth made you shiver, it tickled and went right to all your nerve endings. He kissed away the dark and sweet cocoa powder thumbprint from your skin, making tiny kissing sounds as he did so. His tongue darted briefly out to lick a little at the remaining cocoa powder remnants before retreating back behind his lips.

"S-Sammy." You breathed, shaky and slightly needy, your nails digging into your palms to find some sort of control over yourself.

"I can stop." He offered, with what little strength and resolve he had, Sammy would halt entirely if you commanded him to.

"I didn't say that." You said, your breath fluttering across Sammy's lips as you were inches apart.

"Tell me what you want, I'll do it...I'll do whatever you want me to." Sammy mumbled. “What I said earlier, about 'making you happy'. M’serious.” He shrugged. “I would make you happy. I...I'd do anything for you...you name it...I'll do it."

"Sammy-"

"Forget it...whatever worries you got lined up in that beautiful head of yours..." Sammy shook his head, and looked earnestly into your eyes. "Forget it. I'm a goner...I'm yours baby."

Your eyes flickered across Sammy’s face, and your stomach flipped again and again at how he looked you over. Silence fell, and the atmosphere because heady and tense. All your previous confidence had seemingly vanished as you shrank under Sammy’s adoring eyes.

"I'm. Yours." he repeated softly, waiting patiently for you to reply.

I'm yours. God the words hit you right in the chest.

"I want you to kiss me." You said, somehow managing to find your voice amongst your bristling nerves. "No more joking, no more flirting...I want this...I want you...but only if you're serious." You said, the tone in your voice made Sammy understand that this was the moment that would define everything for you two.

"C'mere baby." He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours as he reached up both hands now to cup the sides of your face.

Your lips brushed, hesitantly at first, before both of you gave in and kissed. Instantly, all the pieces fell into place, every moment spent pining, flirting, yearning, had finally come to this.

Sammy felt your hands reach for him, your fingers slowly creeping up his cheek and around to comb through his thick auburn curls, keeping him in place as you kissed. Your other hand braced against the side of Sammy's shoulder as he turned to deepen the kiss, a low rumble emanating deep from inside his chest.

Eventually, you both came up for air, resting your foreheads against one another. A thin thread of saliva connected your lower lips, to which you reached up to delicately brush away from Sammy's mouth.

"You're gonna have to apologise to the guys in the precinct." You said, smoothing your fingers across Sammy's soft cheeks and lips.

"Why?" He frowned, pecking your fingertips.

"You're the reason I'm turning down their marriage proposals. Like you said...s'gonna get ugly." You added, and grinned against Sammy's mouth as he shook his head and leaned back in to claim your mouth.

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