#have a lovely day

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A/N: Oh shit sis, we’re getting pretty darn naughty with Sammy here. And also, this should be rather called “Headcanon full of Lana Del Rey songs references”, because oh boy.

To my one and only, @missdictatorme . I am through seriously weird times rn, I’m sick, depression got a hold on me and I hope that this will make you smile a bit, baby.

Tagging: @bechobbi

Mood for this chapter: Daddy by Sakima, my gay queer queen. Or, if you’re feeling more sensual, Sacrifice by the amazing Black Atlass, featuring Jessie Reyzer.

So you don’t jump at the opportunity straight away.
You were freaking out internally, girl. Like seriously what the fuck just happened?
But he was more than willing to remind you again.

“So we’re not behaving today? You want me to get some tools and help you to change your mind?”

“Oh no.”

“Oh no, what?”

And damn bitch you know at that moment that you’re fucked. In deep shitty water my love.

“Oh no, please daddy.”

“Now we’re behaving, aren’t we? So panties down and skirt up. Go on, I’m waiting.”

So that was his way of negotiation.
And you would die if you say that you don’t like. Just admit it. You’re in love with his sassy behavior.
So you did what he wanted. Panties down and skirt up. Is that your new catchphrase?
So you climbed on his lap like a little sheep you are; not like dumb but like nice and everything.
At first, he smoothed your skin with his hand and his lip, slowly kissing it with grace as if he was worshiping you like a goddess ~~you are, my little baby~~.
And the first one came, the first slap directed on your ass.
And oh boy it hurts.
Well, you should behave right at that party, darling.
This is the punishment you deserve.
But don’t fool me or you, you moaned loudly. And we both know that.

“How does it make you feel?”

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright, daddy.”

And therefore goes another slap. And another. And oh boy, another.
It slowly went from a hard spanking session with daddy Sammy™ to a fucking hot make-out session with caring Samuel™.

“How’s that ass doing?”

“Jesus fuck, don’t you dare to touch it. It hurts like a butt cheek on a stick!” ~~(Another vine reference, am I even normal? No, I’m not.)~~

“Well, behave next time we’re out and we can be more gentle, princess.”

“Oh, so you think you can make rules now?”

And you would swear you didn’t see a cockier smile on anybody’s lips ‘till that day.
He didn’t think he can make rules, he knew it.
You were too sweet and innocent to hide things like this in front of his eyes. And he was a serious bastard too.

“Well if you’re in such a position to make your own rules, why aren’t you fucking me right now? I’m curious.”

“Because you had too many things to go through today. I don’t want to destroy you completely.”

“Well, I think that I’m capable of fucking you like a man you are.”

And that little shit just smiled when you sat on his lap, completely on display with everything you had, and slowly smoothed your face.

“So she’s capable of fucking me like the man I am.”

“Stop repeating. This isn’t funny.”

“No. That is a serious thing you said and I think that you don’t completely understand what you’re up to.”

“You can be the boss, daddy.”

“I can be the boss tomorrow, my little bird.”

Ok. That was a seriously sweet and meaningful nickname he gave you and you started to drip on his tight black tuxedo trousers.
Birds meant literally everything for him.
He looked up to them when he was behind the bars of Panamian jail. He watched as they flew around so full of life, so reckless and so free.
That’s how he got his tattoo, just by the way. He wished to be a bird for such a long time.
Well not right now, because there was a mess of adoring and horniness right on his lap.
And Jesus, that little shit enjoyed himself that much, that this much fun should be illegal.

“Let me take a few painkillers and let’s go to sleep.”

“So you won’t fuck me?”

“Aren’t you a little greedy beast? I can fuck you all day tomorrow if you let me sleep properly tonight. Don’t forget that I drank.”

He was right, as always, so you climbed down a bit disappointed, but you dressed to your fav PJ’s and when you came back to his bedroom, he already seems to be asleep.
Even though you climbed next to him, lying in a social accepting space between your bodies.
And Sammy the sleepy boi™ slowly hugged your waist as you covered both of you with a blanket. It was a sweet gesture.
Well he had like a fucking ton and you couldn’t breathe properly, but it was sweet.
You hugged him back in a protecting gesture, slowly caressing his hair.

“I was worried that I’ll have to go to your room for you.”

“Why?”

“You think that I would let my little girl sleep all alone when the storm can come anytime soon?”

“I would fight on my own, no worries.”

“I would miss you here. I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.”

And with that, he thrifts to a glare of dreams (seriously, a Spyro reference? Jesus, just crucify me rn.)
And you were shook sis. Just shook.
You were living for that night.
Men before him were trash, we don’t care about those bitches. But he? He was a whole new level.
And as he promised, so he did.
Samuel’s fingers slowly traveling on your thighs were the thing that woke you up in the morning.
Samuel was a sly fox. Oh boy, he was.

He wasn’t doing anything explicit really, he was smoothing you over the PJ.

“Where is that hand traveling, Sammy?”

“That hand is discovering a long lost territory and recovering a royal jewel of the ancient Maya nation. Let me do my work and just shut up for a moment, little girl.”

“Do your thing, daddy.”

And his whole face just disappeared under the blankets just between your legs.
And he was seriously well at bilingual talking - his French was perfect. (if ya know what I mean)
And didn’t that sneaky boi lived for eating women out - and especially you.
You didn’t care about anything when his tongue tasted your perfect flavor, you were moaning out loud, screaming his name and just pulling his hair out.
He thought you’re in whole another dimension.

“Why did you stop?”

“I was afraid that you fainted.”

So you pull his head back to where it belongs, just letting him lick you like fucking ice cream.
What a sly fox.
He was training hard, oh he did.
And now it was paying off.
You two were in the bed for a whole day. And get off only if necessary - on his smoking pauses and when you needed to pee or eat/drink.
And let me say you almost destroyed the bed during that heavy fucking session you had.
At the end of the day, you were just two lost souls melting into one for a moment - and you could be sure, my love, that this was only the sweet begging.
Because Samuel was just starting.