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[bysupersandy]

Sam Drake × Reader (Angst)

“Promise”

Summary: You have endured for too long what happened between you and Sam. After all that you went through, you understand that he is not ready for what you still have to go through. Perhaps this is the end for both of you.

a/n: Ok guys, this is my second attempt (English is still not my native language) but I tried. I wanted to write something dramatic, and the idea quickly came to my mind. I know that it is commonplace and I read something similar a hundred times already, but that did not stop me, so now you can appreciate it. Thanks.

P.S. someday i will stop writing about Sam, but it won't be soon ☻

7:45 evening

“Hey, Baby. I'm so glad to hear from you, I'm sorry, I didn’t answer calls and made you worry, but I was really busy, I swear. So much has happened, I will tell you as soon as I arrive”.

“And I'm glad to hear from you. So when will you be home? Don’t think, I don’t want to put pressure on you just. . .”

You rubbed the ring on your ring finger that Sam gave you a couple of months ago. You were together for almost two years, and you still could not believe it. How did he even decide on this. This is Drake! And even more you could not believe that you agreed in the future to connect your life with this person. Constantly asking himself the question “Why?” Although the answer was obvious, you were madly in love with each other.

Holding the phone on your shoulder and cuddling. To his ear you plunged into your thoughts, unnoticed how you fell silent.

“Baby?”

“It’s just that you’ve been away for a month now, I miss you, and even worse, I’m worried about you”.

You took a deep breath.

“Too much time has passed”.

“I know, honey, I know. But please bear with me a little more. I’ll settle a couple of details and buy a ticket for the first flight to Boston”.

His voice darted and you were sure that “a couple of details” would probably turn into a disaster for him.

"How many?"

This question clearly alerted him.

“Well, I don’t know for sure, I’ll try to meet the week”.

"Are you sure?"

“I swear, Baby. A week. Week and I will be home. With you. We’ll order food, watch a movie, maybe drink some good wine and more. . .”

You grinned into the phone, and he did the same in return.

“Only Sam. . .”

"What?"

“Call me, okay?”

“I promise”.

Promise.

You've heard this all too often for all of the year, and in fifty percent of the cases, he really kept his promises.

But not at this time.

Three days have passed since that phone call, but there was still no call. It alarmed you, but you reassured yourself that Sam had a lot to do, and you did not need to distract him from his “work”.

You were worried.

You couldn’t sleep normally all this time, and only on the fifth day, after unsuccessful calls to his number, did you decide to call Nate and find out if Sam contacted him. To which Nate could not say anything, which made you worry even more. You tried to call Sally, but his phone was locked. This whole situation terribly enraged you. You literally couldn't find a place for yourself. You didn’t sleep, didn’t work, didn’t eat anything and was under stress all the time.

Such a situation was not the first in a year of your life together, but he always returned, after a day or two. It was then that you realized that when he returns. . . if he returns, he will have a serious conversation.

10:15 evening

Ten days have passed. You were sitting in a living room on a bright sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket, there was a terrible wind in the street, you did not want to freeze all night, knowing that you won’t be able to fall asleep quickly.

There was no strength left and you almost fell asleep, when you suddenly heard the sound of a parked car in the yard, right next to your house. You walked slowly to the window, rubbing your eyes, and all you could see through the blinding headlights was a taxi and a man coming out of it.

Sam.

You opened the door before he could get the keys. Your glances clashed and emotions swept over you. Seeing him you did not know what you want more. Kill him or kiss him.

“Hi”.

He said calmly while you emptied stood in the doorway and looked at him.

“Sam, we need to talk”.

It was all that you could pass out of yourself, looking in more detail at all his wounds and bruises, as well as a broken nose.

You entered the house, he threw a bag on the floor, took off a denim jacket and carefully sat on the sofa in anticipation of this conversation.

“Okay. . . what's up? What have I done?”

His words baffled you. What did he do? Is he serious now?

You took a breath.

“Well, let's start with the fact that you lied to me”.

“In what sense?”

“You said you needed another week. Week Sam. And then you return home ten days later, not answering my calls, as if nothing had happened. You lied to me!”

Your tone made him look away somewhere on the floor, he understood that he had deceived you and was ashamed of it.

“Yes. . . I know, but I was really busy, there was a shitty connection, and for the last three days I have not been up to calls, I have had serious problems, dear. And I'm generally happy that I survived”.

“That's it! You are constantly in danger. I understand that all this is part of your big adventure, but what if. . .”

“If. . ?”

He forced you to say that.

“If one day you will not return”.

“Oh, come on”.

His hands reached out to yours, but you slowly pulled away, continuing to speak in a trembling voice, not at all from the cold.

“No, Sam, I'm serious. It has been getting harder for me lately, just the thought that you can be shot and just thrown into the ditch that comes to mind is driving me crazy”.

He looked at you silently.

“I can not sleep at night and all this time I think about you, about how you are and what is with you. I’m increasingly starting to realize that I’ll never adapt to your lifestyle”.

He looked at you warily. Realizing all this, but still not having the courage to tell you that he really is sorry, and that it is his fault.

“You knew what you were doing when you said yes”.

“It means I made a mistake”.

You said firmly that moment you got up from the sofa, leaving the living room you went to the bathroom to wipe away the tears that you tried so hard to hold back.

“(Y/N), stop, (Y/N)!”

He followed you to the bathroom and deftly grabbed your hand before you had time to open the door.

“Sam, don't touch me, please, I'm tired of this”.

You didn’t try to break out, you just wanted it to end. You would go upset to sleep on the bed alone, and Sam would sleep on the couch, as was the case whenever you both cursed. In the morning, usually, everything returned to normal. He apologized, cooked you breakfast, and you cooled down and did not want to be mad at him anymore.

This was not the case.

“I just want to understand what's going on, (Y/N)”.

“Don't you understand? I’m tired of being afraid, for you. . . and for us”.

He got you and put his chin on your vertex. To his surprise, you calmly stood tightly clinging to him, perhaps because all this time you thought that you would give everything in the world to hug him again.

“I understand, but you shouldn’t. . . all this time I managed, escaped, survived. Until now, no shit has happened to me, and all thanks to you”.

You raised your head.

“If the price for all this is my suffering, I’m not ready to pay it”.

You wanted to turn away so Sam wouldn't see your tears, it was damn painful to tell him everything you think. Straight in the eye. But it was necessary.

“Sam, have you ever thought, what would happen if you died?” What if you were never found. What would Nathan have to do then, and me? What if we had a child-”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Just don't start, okay?”

“Jesus, Sam, I’m saying that if we want to start a family, we don’t have to start with a lie. No need to make each other suffer or worry, because it will only get worse. If you want the same as me, you give up something. As always. . .”

He looked at you with bewilderment and regret, not being able to find the right words, pursed his lips and freely dropped his hands.

“I. . . I'm sorry, (Y/N), I love you, but. . . i'm not ready. . . to refuse”.

These words hurt more than a bullet, echoing in your head. You just looked at the ceiling, trying to hold back your tears. Your whole body was shaking in the face of making a difficult decision. Your palm went down to remove the engagement ring and put it in Sam's.

“I thought we had one goal”.

[bysupersandy]

Sam Drake × Reader (R)

“No one heard. . .”

Summary: You work as a warden in the prison where Sam Drake sits, everything comes to the point that you like him and you would not mind spending an evening with him.

a/n: Hi, I wanted to write my first AU prisoner and overseer, and Sam Drake immediately crossed my mind. English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes and for the fact that I can not fully convey my thoughts. I hope you will not have serious problems with my translation. Sorry again 👀👉🏻👈🏻 I wanted to make this story really hot, but I’m not sure that it worked out for me, in any case, I’m happy with the result so. . . I spread it.

You met Sam when you worked as a warden in a California prison. He was a handsome 25 old man, smart and charming, smoking a lot. Surprisingly, it was really interesting for you to communicate with him. You talked a lot about yourself, but he could not understand what such a beautiful girl does in this hellish place? It was not a maximum security prison, and Sam probably got here for the usual theft. He seemed to you a good guy, though he was obsessed with his treasures. After working in prison for two years, you would never have thought that someone from this garbage would be interested in you. It took only a couple of weeks to understand that you are feeling for each other. You tried to pretend that the superiors did not suspect anything, and Sam did not cause any special problems. Until a certain point.

You watched without interest as the prisoners emptied their plates. Your shift should have ended after supper, but for now you just stood by the wall waiting for something.

Sam was sitting at one of the extreme tables. He spotted you and winked playfully. Catching his eyes, you smiled slightly and immediately looked the other way. Sam frowned in displeasure and turned away too.

About ten seconds passed before you heard the sound of a food tray toppling to the floor. You were not the only one to pay attention to this. When you turned, everyone was already looking at the men standing opposite each other.

“Are you become brazen, son of a bitch?” the big bald man shouted indignantly toward Sam.

You ran to their table and asked what happened.

“This bastard wanted to steal my food”.

Sam made a surprised face.

“No, you misunderstood, I just wanted. . . okey okey". Catching the prisoner's scowl, Sam lifted his arms.

“You want to say that you did not try to steal it right before my eyes?!”

You are already tired of this scandal and you decided to immediately stop it.

“Shut up and sit at the fucking table!”

The man obediently sat down.

You turned your head toward Sam.

“Drake!”

"What?"

“You are coming with me”.

He smiled slyly and waved his hand toward another prisoner. Behind the back, the familiar “asshole” was heard.

For good, it would be necessary to take Sam to the superiors, figure out what happened and manage the conflict. But you didn’t want to do this. Could you talk to him and ask what the hell is he doing?

You walk along the corridor, holding he hands behind his back, so close that you manage to feel his smell. To your surprise, the smell was very pleasant, given the conditions in which it is located.

You get almost to the very end of the empty corridor. Suddenly, Sam turns a corner, grabs your hand and pushes you into a cramped room.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you”.

“What?” you ask, keeping an amazed look at Sam.

“I want you right now". he speaks slowly.

“Oh Sam, aren't you serious?”

“I'm serious”.

You looked at him silently.

“Listen, I understand that this is not the most romantic place and all that, but when will we still have a chance, huh?”

“And you thought, what will we do if they hear us? I do not want to lose my job”.

“We will be quietly." he smiles”.

“What do you think of this (Y/N)?” he comes closer, so close that you almost breathe in his chest.

You wanted to think a little, but realizing that you could not resist his charm, you agreed. True, you really like him. And. . . he is right. There will be no other chance.

“You are a damned seducer. Ok, shut the door”.

He turns to the door to lock it.

“All”.

As soon as you are about to take off your shirt, he reaches for you and kisses sharply.

“You know (Y/N) that you look damn good in this form. But I already saw enough warders today, so I think you would be better off without her”.

He begins to kiss your neck, slowly tearing off your clothes while you eagerly try to reach his trousers. Once you get to the intimate part of his body Sam slows you down.

“Wait, baby, first I want to undress you”.

“It's not fair”. you stopped.

“I know, but please let me”.

You nodded.

He continued to kiss your neck, nibbling her slightly. His hand skillfully unfastened the button on his trousers and sank into her panties. For a moment, you held your breath in anticipation of his further actions. Sam stroked your pussy while continuing to cover you with kisses. From pleasure you moaned quietly and clung to his shoulders. He continued to do this until you completely stopped breathing, stopping you from finishing. Involuntarily you began to think that perhaps he was just teasing you. But it was clear that he really wanted to take action.

“Now turn to the wall”.

You obediently turned around and pressed your chest to the cold concrete with your hands on the surface. Sam gently pulls off your panties and, clutching the waist with one hand, clings to you. You start to get a little worried because you have never done anything like this. All your thoughts were such, God forbid, they will hear you.

Feeling his erection from behind, you breathed deeper. You let out a slight moan when he started to fuck you, whispering in your ear.

“Don't scream, okay?”

You tried to restrain yourself, but you were damn good with him, despite the fact that you had sex in a shitty lumber-room. The thought that someone is about to come and catch you has ceased to bother you. You enjoyed every second while Sam kissed your cheeks and ran his hands over his hips, continuing to push you from behind. He acted confidently and accurately, if one can speak of sex like that. Because you had no other words than “oh my God”.

Your hands remained cold until he began to stroke them and kiss your shoulders. Oh, his lips did their job. You literally felt every kiss on your body and every push from it. Pleasure reaches its peak, and you are going to scream, but Sam manages to close his mouth in time.

“Hey, you yourself said you didn't want problems, (Y/N)”.

He stops and turns you towards him, smiles and pushes you against the wall, point blank. Grabbing his hips, Sam continues to play with you while you squeeze his hair, trying to catch his breath. He makes you scream again, but not so much. It makes you even a little nervous, and he has no plans to stop yet. This continues for another ten minutes until your bodies decide what is already enough. You both relax and move away from each other.

“Things are good?” Sam puts on his pants and smiles.

“Better than ever”.

He laughs and turns to hug you.

“You need to go?” he asked in a slightly sad tone.

“Yes, my shift ends at eight”.

“So see you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Just let me go first, and you-”

“After you. I understood”.