#A wild ride (8) - Sam's turn

[holylulusworld]

A wild ride (8) - Sam's turn

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters. 

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader 

SMUT Pairing in this chapter: Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader 

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, degrading (consensual), voyeurism, a slap on the ass, aftercare, implied multiple partners, cowgirl

A wild ride masterlist 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

Part 7

Sam watches you stalk toward him, long legs stretched out as you glance at his large hands. He got rid of his pants, and now he sits on the old worn-out couch in the back of their club.

“Come here, and get more dick, slut,” he dips his head to the song Dean chose on the jukebox. “I got something nice for your hungry cunt.”

You stand between Sam’s spread legs, fingers running through his shaggy hair. “You’ve got so nice hair.” You lean closer to whisper dirty nothings in his ear, earning a slap to your ass.

“I wanna ride your youngest, Daddy,” you purr as you whip your head toward John. “Can I?”

“Get on my lap, Y/N. Don’t ask my father,” Sam grabs your hips. “If you want to ride this stallion, get on top.”

“Who would’ve thought my baby brother is a dirty talker,” Dean snickers while his brother shoots him an angry look.

“Shut up. It’s my turn. She’s mine now.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. Never before did you get so much attention from one man, and now you got three hungry wolves watching you straddle Sam’s legs.

Sam hums when you put your hand on his chest and carefully raise yourself up. “Feed me with your cock, Sammy.” You purr. “I want this huge cock to split me open.”

He teases your entrance, all the while staring you straight in the eyes. When you finally feel the wide head enter your slicked entrance, you lower yourself.

Sam groans loudly. “Fuck, she’s so wet and warm,” he grips your hips to slam you down onto his cock. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl.”

“’m a good girl,” you whine. You finally know what the term cock-drunk means. Dizzy from the pleasure you already received, but hungry for more you tilt your hips.

 “Doll, you look so good on my son. Come on, give us a good show. I want you to fuck him until his cum runs out of your ruined pussy.”

John groans as you start rocking your hips. Slow, and deliberate at first. You want to feel Sam’s veiny cock rub against your G-spot.

Sam’s hands claw at your body, desperate to guide you up and down his painfully hard cock. He slowly starts thrusting upward while you rock your hips.

“Suck her tits, Sammy. She needs it,” Dean suddenly stands next to you to cup your tits from behind. He squeezes them and offers your nipples to his brother. “Shit, this is so hot.”

“Fuck, Sammy,” You fall back against Dean’s chest. “Look at your huge cock inside my pussy. You’ll ruin it tonight.”

Both men take control of your body. While Sam holds your waist in a tight grip, Dean grabs your arms. They move you up and down his cock in tandem.

“OH FUCK!” You scream when Sam starts fucking up into you with much more force. “HARDER!”

“Boys don’t break her,” John laughs as you look like a rag doll in the hands of two impatient boys. “Fuck her good, Sammy. She deserves it.”

You moan and whine, feeling like in limbo. “She’s going to cum. Fuck, it’s…I can’t,” Sam throws his head back, he groans and shudders as you cum all over his twitching length.

He doesn’t last longer. Sam comes with a deep growl and a slap to his cheek. The biker looks surprised but doesn’t mind.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dean breathes heavily behind you. “Next time, we will all fill your holes. You are going to be sandwiched between all of us all the time.”

“Dean, calm down,” John laughs at his son’s eagerness. “Y/N needs a rest and a hot shower. Let’s bring her home and take care of her.”

“I don’t want Dad to see me covered in your cum,” you babble mindlessly as you fall against Sam’s chest. “He’ll know I fucked his best friend…”

“I was talking about our home, doll,” John pats your head. “I know your brain is empty right now. Having all of us is a bit overwhelming.”

“Hmm…I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried,” you snuggle in Sam’s chest.

“I’ll call him,” John pecks your hair. “Sammy, Dean, get her clean and find her clothes. Give her water and a snack. I’ll call Y/F/N.”

“Don’t tell him we had an orgy,” you tilt your head to look at John. “He can’t know what daddy did with my pussy…”

John grins at you. “I wouldn’t dare tell your father that I ruined his sweet daughter and let my sons feast on your pussy.”

“Good,” you nod before resting your head against Sam’s shoulder. “I gotta pee…”

“So…” you watch the Winchesters crowd you. They offer more food, more pillows, or water to you. Dean goes so far as to offer a foot massage. “What does that mean now?”

“We had sex,” Dean grins. “And I’d like to do it again. With you…in any position.”

“Same,” Sam says, while his eyes drift toward your crotch. “But I’ll give you a break. Tonight was a little much for the first time.”

“What my sons try to tell you is that you are our girl from now on, doll. If you want to,” John says. He steps closer to the bed to cup your face. “Nothing will happen if you don’t want it.”

“I wanna have sex with you again but…uh…someone must tell my father we are in a relationship or whatever this is.”

“That’s Dad’s job,” Dean chuckles. “He’ll take a bullet for us this time.”

“I will tell your father that you are our girl and that we will take care of you,” John states. “Do you want to be our girl?”

You dreamily look at John, biting your lower lip. “Yes, daddy…I wanna be yours.”

THE END...

[spnsabrielbang2023]

SPN Sabriel Bang 2023 Masterlist

Thanks for accompanying us on this wild ride, all! Here's the masterlist for this year's submissions.

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1. broken dreams

Author: @gay-destiel Artist: @golby-moon

when gabriel is rescued from hell, his wings are torn. to heal them, they need ingredients, one of which is closely guarded by a prince of hell. belial. gabe grapples with trauma while sam does his best to protect him.

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2. The Look In Your Eyes

Author: @archangelgabriellives Artists: @sagee-stuffs, @i-love-you-but-in-spanish

A strange new painting finds its way to the Singer Art Museum, and Sam Winchester feels a strange connection to it. Who is the man in the painting with the golden eyes, and who else knows that its been found?

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Art by Sage

Art by Kitsy

3. Lucifer of the Opera

Author: @ladyknightskye Artists: @sagee-stuffs, @mellow-memuries

Annoyed with his brother, Gabriel asks God to help him weave a prank for his older brother. Lucifer must act out the story of The Phantom of the Opera in order to escape his prison in the basement of a theater. But when Sam and Dean show up - and Dean is caught up in the spell on Lucifer - Gabriel ends up enlisting Sam's help in trying to mitigate the disaster looming on the horizon.

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Art by Muri

Art by Sage

4. Lost in Translation

Author: @leatafandom Artist: @lucathepanman

When Sam’s churning soul was jammed back into his body after over a thousand years of being incorporeal, the wall of Death's design had never stood a chance against the changes Sam's soul had undergone to survive the Cage. Upon waking, Sam struggles with being able to cope with the drastic change from being ethereal to being part of the physical world and the strangers he is greeted with. His memories of the human world were absent upon waking within his body. Sam doesn't know how he had ever been part of the physical world, nor how to carve out a spot within it like the youngest archangel had managed to. His empowered soul was lost without the memories of his human life, and he was unsure who to turn to in a world full of strangers that tried to imprison him.

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Check out the art by Lucas!

5. Bound

Author: @aayo-whatt Artist: @dustghoul

Gabriel chuckles, genuinely smiling for the first time in an age, "Sam, the only thing you've done is make me fall head over heels for you. And I finally thought I should tell you how far I've fallen."

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6. Dante's Peak

Author: @cheerfulripley Artist: @rezal-art

Sam is a Volcanologist and Gabriel is the mayor of the town who's idyllic little home changes from heaven to hell overnight when the dormant Volcano next door wakes up!

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7.

Author: @nonbinary-witch-sam Artist: @as-lost-as-sams-shoe

The moment the binds went loose, Sam was up, rushing to his lover's body. He was crying, begging Gabriel to wake up, for this all to be a nightmare or a trick. but, he didn't wake up. Gabriel was dead. Sam slowly lifted his head, looking at Lucifer with grief-stricken fury as the surviving archangel went to walk away. "I will kill you before I ever say yes." he vowed, "you will never fight Michael. you will never possess me. I will string up your lifeless body like a puppet and make an example out of you, Lucifer." Gabriel, the real Gabriel, stood quietly behind one of the walls, listening intently to his lover swearing revenge as he tucked his ring into his pocket with a solemn expression.  "I'm sorry, Sam." He whispered before vanishing.

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8. Atlas Shattered

Author: mukur0 Artist: @katfixation

After spending humanity's entire history stacking his own hand, Gabriel just can't win. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, too wounded to move faster than his own feet can carry him and too scared to start up where he and Sam had left off before that night at the Elysian Fields hotel, you'd think he'd welcome the chance to hide out in a gross motel room rather than face whatever might be stalking a downed archangel. Too bad for him, he'd almost prefer it over being caught in close quarters with a Winchester who just fucking wants to talk.

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Check out the art by Kat!

9. The Tales Grow Taller On Down The Line

Author: @ladylilithprime Artist: @alexiescherryslurpy

When Bobby Singer got the call from Dean Winchester - "This case is weird even for us and Sam's been compromised, we need help!" - he had expected the hunt to be unusual but still fairly straightforward. Being introduced to Loki, the Norse god of mischief and patron of tricksters, and being told the pagan was Sam's soulmate? Definitely not so straightforward!

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10. Carry On (Nothing Equals the Splendour)

Author: @hobbyistauthor Artist: @bakh-meliorism

The New God decides to be hands-on just one last time: there's a specific Winchester—still alive, always in grief—and one particular lost Archangel—whose graveyard didn't fight much to keep him dead—that could really use one of his miracles. To Sam, healing and hope looks like candy in every room of the Bunker and eyes like sunbeams-through-whiskey. To Gabriel, being Graceless yet still wanted gives him time to discover who he is, and who he wants to be.

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Bonus art by the author

11. The Trickster Fic

Author: @deadsuburbia Artist: @raaflingdraws

After being stabbed by his brother, Gabriel makes a last-ditch attempt to play a trick on Death itself. He reaches out to Sam Winchester, the only person who would ever look his way after his lifetime of trickery, and begs for help. Taking pity on the angel who played a God, Sam beams himself directly into Gabriel’s mind. The Trickster Fic retells the story of Gabriel from his own perspective: why he turned out the way that he did in his lifetime that spanned over a thousand years. In his very last moments, Gabriel is forced to come face-to-face with the consequences of his running, his cowardice, his own nihlism. Sam has to ask the question: can Gabriel be saved?

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[first-edition]

RUST

Mechanic Bucky x drag racer reader

When your something goes wrong in your favorite car you try and fix it yourself but it dosnt work so you turn to the one person you know that’ll help.

CW-Fluff, talk of one night stand, cussing.

The rattling sound in your car has been there since your last race. You won but your car decided to have problems. You tried to fix it your self but ended up getting burnt and even more annoyed. 

The loud engine sound of your roars out as you pull up to your mechanics place. The boys and even some costumers who are waiting stare and point at your pimped out ride. When you get out the mouths drop.  A wolf whistle can be heard as sam chuckles. 

“hey princess what up?” He asks walking right passed you and too your car, who’s name is princess. 

“James!?” You call walking over the do not cross chain. you spot him his dirtied maroon shirt rolled up his sleeves exposing his metal arm. He hunches over an engine welding it. You pick up a small reach and chuck it at him. With out looking he catches it. You smile. He shakes his head pulling up the helmet putting down the tools he chuckles turning to you. 

“hey doll.” He says getting up. Walking over to you his huge 6′0 plus frame meeting you. 

“James. I haven’t seen since…well you know” the extremely wild after party of you qualifying for the race you’d won ending in you and your best friend/ mechanic having sex until the sun shone through your windows. 2 months ago.

“you can’t just walk in and expect me to-what happened to your hand.?” He cuts himself off immediately concerned about you. 

“princess happened.”  “ah shit what’d you do to her now?” He asks 

“rude. And nothing we won our last race and she decided to rattle on me. I popped her hood and she burnt me.” You say walking with him back to your car his hand resting on the small of your back glare in at the other guys oogleing you. Sam basically lays on your cars hood caressing her.

“Off Sam.” Bucky sighs flicking him with his rag sam chuckles moving as Bucky unclips the hood and props it open.

“Turn her on for me.” He says you nod and got to your seat turning it on the loud engine rumbles then the rattling sound begins as he looks in it. A loud pop is heard and your car shut down.

“Shit!” You say trying to restart it but it dosnt work.

Bucky pulls a tarred rag out from your car.

“Oh fuck..” Sam says his hands resting on his hips.

You get out of your car.

“You said this happend after the race?” Bucky asks.

“Someone sabbatoged you doll. When do you need her back?” He asks holding up the rag.

“Not now I’ve got redwing and winter.” You say

“Nah nah I don’t trust redwing.” He huff.

“What?! I built him.” Sam scoffs.

“My point exactly take winter I’ll give you a lift home. Well fix her by Saturday.” He says you nod throwing the keys to Sam who cheers at getting to play with your car a bit.

“How much?” you ask pulling out your wallet.

“A kiss on the cheek and you going out with me should do it.” Bucky smirks at you.

He’s always had a thing for you just never had time with you winning and being one of the most famous drag racers.

You wrap your arm around his neck.

“I don’t got anything coming up for I’ll do you one better.” You say. Moving closer as Sam and some other boys push your car into the shop.

“That one night stand can become a 2 nights stand.” You say brushing your lips against his.

“Hmm…” he grumbles

“What time are you off? Maybe after that date..” you say finally happy he plucked up enough courage.

“Seven. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He says you pull back and kiss his cheek. A loud engine roses as Natasha pulls up to the drive way her drag car signaling you that’s she’s here.

“Hey boys anyone know where the Smithsonian is I’m here to pick up a fossil.” She says rolling down her window.

“Thanks for the ride James but uh nats got widow.” You say he nods.

“Fair fair. Windows a sexy car. He says you chuckle but gasp when he smacks your ass leaving a black hand print on your jeans.

You walk over to nat getting in her car she waves to him. As you both drive off.

[zealoptics]

"Yurts, Powder, and Global Perspectives: A Jalpak Tash Journey through Kyrgyzstan's Snow-Covered Peaks"

By Sam Thackeray

My second trip to Kyrgyzstan began with an entirely new set of emotions from the previous. My excitement about the unknowns was replaced by excitement for the knowns. The chance to see friends again, both local Kyrgyz and fellow guides from other parts of the world. To be back at Jalpak Tash and living full time out of traditional yurts. And to ride some of my favorite lines, and the possibility of riding some which had eluded us last year. Mixed in was also apprehension. Not from the uncertainty, like before, but from the preconceived notions of what this season might, or might not hold for us.

Somehow, after only doing this once prior, it all seemed so familiar. The long journey to the other side of the world felt like returning to an old haunt. There was a certain type of freedom in knowing what to expect, but also knowing what I wanted from the trip. Such as a stop at the elaborate and seemingly out of place World Nomad Games Arena. Or knowing what to expect for food at the traditional roadside stop during the journey from Bishkek, the capital city, to Karakol, the Wild West town that serves as the jumping off point for all of our trips.

I find it an interesting experience to travel to a country which has served as a “mixing pot” for thousands of years. Over the millennia Kyrgyzstan has been ruled by Persians, Mongols, Chinese, and Russians. These various influences are readily apparent in locals’ appearance, the architecture and infrastructure, vehicles, food, and religious practices. I find myself wondering what the United States might look like after a few more centuries of mixing.

A long and somewhat disorienting day of travel finds us at the guest house in Karakol, run by one of the two local families we partner with to make these trips happen. Without their support and knowledge these trips would be astronomically more challenging. We eagerly repack our bags for the journey into the mountains and succumb to exhaustion.

Day 2 in country finds us loading several weeks’ worth of gear into the infamous UAZ, the soviet era 4-wheel drive van, part jeep, part Vanagon. Excitement builds as the 40 Tribes zone comes into view and we approach the tiny village at the base the mountains to reunite with Nurbek, our camp chef, and Kas, our hut keeper and tail guide. Big hugs are shared and our bags are quickly whisked away on horse-back for the 4-mile approach to our yurt Shangri La.

The next few days are spent putting the final touches on camp, breaking in the skin tracks that act as our major arteries to the peaks, digging pits to get a feel for the snow, and of course skiing and snowboarding. Because, after all, that is what we are here to do!

Our first group arrives with good weather, sunny days, and a strong thirst for powder! We are happy to share that, while still a shallow snowpack, we have more snow than last season. Which makes for some beautiful turns and manageable avalanche conditions, allowing us to head almost immediately into the alpine. As always, we are dealing with our self-described avalanche problem, facetlanches. Cold and relatively dry weather develops an unconsolidated snowpack, which makes Kyrgyzstan a classic ski destination, but also comes with its own challenges. The faceted snow does not adhere well to steep terrain and can often be triggered by a skier or rider, but luckily these avalanches tend to be small, predictable, and incredibly slow moving. Which allows us to confidently navigate the large, alpine terrain.

Full days of powder skiing are followed by sunny apres on the yurt platforms, a feast cooked up by Nurbek for dinner, and a game or two of Yahtzee, which generally involves a couple shots of Russian Vodka. By about 8 O’Clock, everyone is ready for bed and we sink into our comfy floor beds for a long night of yurt dreams.

Living in a yurt for a week, or three, is an intimate setting. Everyone becomes familiar with each other’s habits and quirks. And it also provides for a unique opportunity to share ideas with people from around the globe. No one ends up in a yurt, in the middle of nowhere, in Kyrgyzstan, to go skiing, by accident. Everyone has unique stories, backgrounds, and tales from previous world sojourns. Life stories that all lead us to this one place in time, together. This is one of my favorite aspects of these trips. This time around I am particularly interested in Kas, the local ski guide’s take on Russia, Ukraine, and Russian’s fleeing conscription to Kyrgyzstan. It’s a complicated affair, but he doesn’t really understand the refugee’s side. In short, there are over 1 Million Russians who have fled to Kyrgyzstan to avoid fighting in the war with Ukraine. I don’t know how many have fled to other countries globally. His view is if the million in Kyrgyzstan united and marched against the Kremlin, that would be enough to oust Putin and end the conflict. An interesting point for sure, and it leaves me wondering what I would do if I were in their position? Kas says “You can have a rich country and a powerful government, or you can have freedom”. The Kyrgyz are choosing freedom.

We begin to settle into a routine. Coffee at 7, breakfast at 8, off and touring by 9:30, no alpine starts at Jalpak Tash. The days begin to bleed together in a whirlwind of powder, Yahtzee, and Vodka. Several storms move through the region changing the snowpack and avalanche conditions and, on some days, obscuring the peaks. We are able to ride in the alpine most days, but other days we take shelter in the trees and enjoy a different side of the Tian Shan. Each week is capped with a massive bonfire overlooking the Issyk Kul Valley and the distant Kungoy Ala-Too Mountains, forming the border with Kazakhstan.

Each week brings something new. A new group of guests, new weather, new opportunities to ride different lines. The yurts are beautifully situated at tree line with access to multiple peaks and ridgelines, allowing one to always feel the power of these mountains. After several hours of skinning and boot packing one can reach the summit of, what by many standards are large mountains, only to gaze to the East and see peaks looming thousands of feet above. It is quite surreal and an indescribable beauty. And then we ski 2,000 feet of powder back down to the yurts. A euphoric experience all on its own.

Over the three weeks I was there I shared yurt time, meals, and turns with fellow Americans, Canadians, Kyrgyz, Brits, Scotts, French, Australians, Kiwis, and Mexicans; continuing to mix the pot of cultures and world views. During our tenure the mountains and weather allowed us to summit the peaks many times and we were able to ski some of the classic and crown lines of the zone. Other days the mountains left us wanting more and dreaming of the lines we weren’t able to ski.

And so, we wait for another year.

-Sam Thackeray

[sehyix]

April

It has been nearly 2 months since I recorded a dream with you here. The issue has been that something unexpected occurred and as such, my brain fogged and I stumbled along the path. What I can recall of our meetings in my subconscious, we've had a wild ride. Sometime between the end of March and start of April I don't know what instructions you gave me. What I do know is that they were about how our relationship was going to be moving forward and what you needed me to do next. April 2, 2023 We split up, or rather, had been split up for quite some time. You were engaged to someone else and had been with her for two years. She was quite homely and polite. Unfortunately, I could tell you weren't in love with her quite as much as she was with you. I don't know if she loved you, but it felt like she was aware that she didn't come first in your heart and just wanted to do her best to be happy. I came back around to our old stomping grounds because one of our ex-coworkers was splitting up from her abusive ex. I walked past you on your floor as you were chatting with your manager. "Oh hi You," I waved, circling round the corner to get to her desk. "Nothing serious or anything, just swinging by to look at some stuff," I explained.

I reached my old desk and searched through it to ensure I hadn't left anything behind by chance. I remember hearing your voice was slightly on guard but feeling every ounce of your attention on my back. I left as quickly as I arrived and joined her in the elevator with some of her things, but not before I heard you turn to your manager to complain I had returned. Something along the lines of a panicked ramble. "See? She's back, I always knew she'd come back! Right when I'm moving on too!" Minyong gripped your arm slightly to ground you and said, "oh no You, she's really not trying to mess with you at all by being back here. She's helping Sam out, who's leaving her abusive ex."

The truth fell on you like an ice-water bath. Your shoulders relaxed and fell back and your eyes teared up. It was this moment when you realized I truly wasn't ever coming back and that I would not be fighting for you to return to me and end your engagement. The realization snapped something deep inside you. As I was waking up, I heard you angrily crying. "We grew up together. We had plans to get married and be happy. How can she do this?" you sobbed to Minyong. It's like whatever compelled you to split up with us, be it insecurity or fear, made you pick her. The safer path, the lesser problematic or threatening for your career and societal expectations of you. And upon seeing me again, you confirmed you still loved me and that I respected you enough to let you go. Darling it has been a recurring theme in these two years that you're shocked to have your wishes respected. Of course I respect you. That is true love. Have you not experienced respect in a relationship before? April 8, 2023 Your manager liked my comment to him today. W.T.F. Sometime between April 2 and April 8, you told me to look for Yellow. You told me that it was your sign to me that you consciously knew of my existence and intended to find me. April 10, 2023 I cradle our daughter in my lap, adjust her posture and nestle her against my torso. You're deep into conversation with me about something that has been concerning you when the dream flashes into my mind. At either a cafe table or a family event, you're anxiously telling me your concerns about our daughter's privacy. I remember brushing my hand over her pitch-black wavy locks as she flapped her arms at you and you ran your fingers through your hair. You're concerned that we've brought a child into an extended family that isn't entirely supportive of our situation, our open relationship to be exact. And you want my sister to not utter a word to anyone about the paternity of our child. "Because I know there will be questions, I know they will ask (why our daughter looks like you and not my husband)," you exhale anxiously. "Well," I muse, touching you gently on the shoulder to ground you, "if you don't want her explaining that to anyone, you simply ask her not to." The solution seems so simple that I half shrug, but its effect cascades over your shoulders. You relax against me and the baby at the suggestion and go "Okay. Good." Also April 10, 2023 You post a picture of the new glasses you wear now. They're identical to mine. I know in your country, couples dress alike. Is this what we do now? "But you're not wearing yellow in this," I fire back, picture in hand and show it to your face. "I'm working on it!" you whine louder "I told you!" "I TOLD YOU YELLOW. LOOK FOR YELLOW. I promise I know who you are when I'm awake. Don't give up on us, look for yellow in my postings."

April 12, 2023 I'm looking at a computer screen that has white noise flashing on it. Colors, words, and numbers start to appear on it. A series of 8 numbers fade in that catch my attention. "Oh, if it's getting bigger and bolder I should remember it, I guess," I mumble to myself. Over the monitor and slightly out of my sight, I see you nodding at me and holding my glance. 3230-1175. May 4, May 18. Two dates and a series of 8 numbers. April 13, 2023

My fiance and I are lying down on giant beanbag chairs strewn about a villa on a rooftop in Malibu. He's fiddling with his phone as I chat with him about something, watching the pool water nearby ripple with the breeze. I see a black luxury sports car driving down the curves of a hill nearby and park at our location. Out steps you, fashionably styled and you make your way over to greet me. "Hi babe!" you cheer at me giving me a quick and tight squeeze. "Hey You," I reply against your cheek, admiring how quickly you showed up. "Well," you deadpan, "I told you it is downhill," you tease gesturing toward the hotel you were staying at. I roll my eyes in embarrassment and you giggle and walk away after greeting my fiance. We're now watching you rehearse for your performance. You look fine as hell in black from head to toe. Your friends join us shortly after and throw themselves into some chairs, allowing the ocean breeze to billow over us. We kick two of your fans out of the villa that snuck in thinking it was open to the public. I distinctly remember them side-eyeing me and glancing me up and down as I go, "Nope! Private invite only!" and shut and lock the glass door to keep them out. Your and Minhyung's security keep the other side roped off to prevent more people from trying it. I bring down two curtains over the doors to give us more privacy and Minhyung chuckles a little nervously as he watches. "Good call noona," he tells me warmly from his chair. I can't recall if I went over to ruffle his hair. The lights drop on you and the music starts and I woke up from that right as you started vocalizing.

April 15, 2023 Yellow. You wore yellow to a scheduled event.

April 23, 2023 Yellow. You put yellow in your caption on IG. I reply within 15 seconds - it was all on timing. I happened to refresh your IG and sent you some kind words. Something in me tells me you saw it. April 24, 2023 Yellow. It was a black and yellow pin you wore on your tie for a wedding.

[flightlessangelwings]

Here is my masterlist of all my fics for Kinktober 2021! All fics are labeled with what type of reader they are and all other warnings can be found on the fics themselves. Obviously, these all contain smut so no one under 18 should be reading or interacting with these fics please! Header made by me!

To stay updated on when I post, feel free to follow my fic update blog @flightlessangelwings-updates​ and turn on post notifications!

The list I used this year was provided by the wonderful @the-purity-pen and the full list can be found here! Divider made by @firefly-graphics

❤️ = personal favorite

1. Face sitting- Logan Delos x afab!reader

2. Threesome- Din Djarin x fem!reader x Koska Reeves ❤️

3. Ass worship- Bishop Losa x fem!reader

4. Spanking- Angel Reyes x fem!reader

5. Lap dance- Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader

6. Deep throating- Din Djarin x gn!reader

7. Strip tease- Ezra x afab!reader

8. Size kink- Paz Vizsla x fem!reader

9. Lingerie- Loki x afab!reader

10. Hickey/Biting- Santiago Garcia x afab!reader

11. Sleepy sex- EZ Reyes x afab!reader

12. Body worship- Benjamin Greene x fem!reader

13. Edging- Boba Fett x afab!reader

14. Temperature play- Billy Russo x fem!reader

15. Collaring- The Darkling x fem!reader

16. Nipple play- Din Djarin x afab!reader

17. Pegging- Benny Miller x fem!reader

18. Sex work- Pero Tovar x fem!reader ❤️

19. Overstimulation- Frank Castle x fem!reader

20. Sex toys- Thirteenth Doctor x afab!reader

21. Wax play- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader ❤️

22. Thigh riding- Joel Miller x fem!reader

23. Cock warming- Marcus Pike x afab!reader

24. Slow and soft- Sam Wilson x fem!reader

25. Breath play- Fennec Shand x afab!reader

26. Strap- Captain Marvel x fem!reader

27. Swallowing- Frankie Morales x afab!reader

28. Teasing- Billy Russo x afab!reader

29. Food play- Clint Barton x afab!reader

30. Praise kink- Marcus Moreno x afab!reader 

31. Wild card: somnoplilia- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

[prosopopeya]

Drabble Day 13: Sunset

Prompt from @deancaskiss 's drabble challenge.

Another sunset, but a different view from up here, with miles of forest all around them, the sun setting behind the trees, the river winding through the theme park. Dean can see for a disconcerting number of miles in all directions, on top of this roller coaster, which is probably the tallest roller coaster he's ever regretted setting foot on and, coincidentally, the tallest one he's ever gotten stuck on.

"Breathe," Cas says, reaching over to Dean's leg.

"Keep your arms in--" Dean starts, panicked.

"Dean, there's no car," Sam says from his other side.

If Dean turns his head, he can almost see them from around the thickly padded over-the-head harness that's holding the tops of their bodies in the coaster. Not their legs though. No, those are just swingin' wild and free and if Dean looks down--

Nevermind. He's not going to look down.

"Oh God, this is it," Dean groans, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"We're not going to die on this roller coaster." Sam sounds irritated. Irritated! Like it's irrational to be terrified of plummeting to their death! Has he looked down?

"Sam, I gotta tell you something--"

"Dean," Cas says, a different shade of worry, but Dean clenches his eyes shut and presses on.

"Me and Cas are together," Dean says in a rush.

There's a beat, and then Sam says, sounding just as irritated as he did before, "What?"

Fuck. "Me and Cas--"

"Dean, I can't hear you."

"Me and Cas are together," Dean shouts into the air in front of him, into the miles and miles (and miles) of trees around them, into the sunset.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're resuming the ride," blares over the loudspeaker, and then probably Sam or Cas is doing something too but Dean's mind has whited out at this point because the ride does resume, and then they're hurtling toward the ground and Dean decides he doesn't need to see how this turns out.

Once they're back on the ground, Dean stumbles out of his harness and past the exit gate, where he gets to his knees and lays his palms flat on the ground.

"I'm sorry; I'll never leave you again," he murmurs as Sam and Cas cluster around him.

"Dean," Sam starts, "I--I don't know what to say."

Dean, suddenly, is very tired. He gropes blindly for Cas's arm and then tugs himself up, with Cas helping but mostly Dean was going to do that regardless of Cas's participation. He leans into Cas's side and waves at Sam, who does look happy, at least.

"Figure it out on the way to Germany. I need a beer."

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[tobesoalive]

Sam Kiszka NSFW Alphabet

hello everyone welcome back! sorry I've been behind on posting, I've been struggling to find inspiration and motivation between school and work but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things! Thank you all for your patience and enjoy these steamy headcanons :)

WARNINGS: Smut (basically everything lol)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex Sam will collapse next to you and proceed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he sighs in satisfaction. This is usually accompanied by kisses on your neck and his voice praising you for doing such a good job for him. After a few minutes he will get up to bring you to the bathroom and fetch you a glass of water while you wait for him in the bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sam’s favorite part of his body is his nose. He thinks its a pretty nose, nice and slim with a perfect point at the end. He loves how it pokes at your clit when he’s eating you out or burying it in your hair, taking in your scent as his hips relentlessly slams his hips into yours.

His favorite part of your body is your thighs. He loves to nip at them to tease you, loves gripping them while he pumps in and out of you, lifting them so he can pound into you at an angle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he does like cumming deep inside you on occasion, what Sam really loves is to pull out and paint either your stomach or your face with his cum. He thinks you look so beautiful with his release dripping down your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam loves giving and receiving hickies. To some it may seem juvenile but he loves that he can leave his mark so everyone knows your his, and vice versa.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite what many may think, I feel like Sam has very little experience under his belt. Sure he’s had partners in the past but only 2 or 3. That doesn’t mean he has no idea what he’s doing, he’s a natural in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sammy is game for any position, but he really loves missionary because it allows him to look at your face and watch your reactions while he’s fucking you, which turns him on extensivley. He also enjoys pounding into you from behind because it allows him to go deeper which drives you crazy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam takes your sex life very seriously, and he usually prefers to keep it that way, but he has been known to crack a joke or make a cheeky comment while he’s fully sheathed inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unlike his other hair, sam prefers to keep the hair in his nether regions rather cleaned up. He still keeps a small patch of curls above his dick, but overall he likes to keep it more clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It really varies with Sammy, sometimes he can be romantic and sweet, taking his damn time worshipping every inch of you, but he will also fuck you into oblivion whe he’s in a mood.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Sam can’t keep his hands off his dick. Like seriously every night he’s on tour your phone rings and on the other end you can hear him breathing heavily before asking you to talk dirty to him. You aren’t complaining by any means though!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Sam has a big dominance kink, he always likes to be the one in charge and lets you know that. Sometimes he wants you to call him names like daddy or sir and he’ll call you his princess. I also think this bitch is super into edging and tying his significant other up. Also he loves to see his fingers in your mouth or wrapped around your throat.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house tbh, but with his height he likes to have you on a surface like the kitchen counter or the bathroom sink so your cunt is at the perfect level for him to pound into you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lots and lots and lots of things turn this man on, but the one you know will always get him is if you act really bratty or give him attitude, there is nothing he wants more than to show you who’s in control right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sam is game for a lot of things but I don’t think he’d ever want to do something that would cause you actual pain. Sure light spanking and choking he’s okay with but nothing beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sammy loves to wrap his lips around your clit and prod at your entrance with his fingers, watching you come undone, he especially likes it when you tangle your fingers in his hair as you write from the feeling of his mouth.

He REALLY loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, gently guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, it will have him cumming in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I said before Sam can do either, it really all depends on what mood he’s in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he will pull a quickie every so often if you guys are on a crunch for time, he doesn’t prefer them. He’d rather wait until your schedules are clear so he can really take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you propose an idea to Sam he is literally in the bedroom before you can finish telling him. Most of the time he’s down to try new stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can go a solid two rounds at most himself, but he makes sure you cum at least three times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You and Sam have a few toys that you bust out every so often, some silk restraints and a little bullet vibrator that he likes to press on your clit when he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair should be this man’s middle name. Samuel is one of the biggest teases in the book, but it turns him on so much seeing you grow more and more frustrated.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam will let out soft moans and groans but he loves dirty talking to you, always telling you how good you feel and how good you take him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Sam’s favorite things to do is make you ride his thigh. He might be reading or working on a song while you beg him to fuck you, and he’ll say some shit like “well babygirl you know how to get yourself off if you really want it that bad” before patting his thigh.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sam is longer than average thats for sure, he’s about 8 inches, probably even a bit over, and he’s not too girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive but he knows how to control it. He just tries to go off how you’re feeling and whether you’re in the mood or not

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Within five minutes that man is out like a light. He’ll do his aftercare duties but the second his head hits that pillow he’s gone. But that’s okay, he works hard and never forgets to tell you how much he loves you before closing his eyes.

[that-damn-girl]

(6) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 6 of 8; slow updates)

Chapter 5

Daze of Pollen Masterlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Words: 2600+

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only please. Sex pollen. M/M smut. Kinda dirty talk. Slight dom/sub undertones. Kinda authority kink. Threesome. Oral sex. First time anal. Unprotected sex (This is only fiction. Please stay safe irl). Rough sex. Slight Choking.

Summary:  Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: Sam is the star of the show! Hope you like this part!

As you glanced around the room, you found Sam sitting on the loveseat by the bed. Hard and heavy, his cock rested in his hold. He seemed to have an open-mouthed, fixed gaze on you and the two men as he pumped himself rather vigorously. A hint of frustration was evident behind his normally calm eyes. He wanted to throw himself off the edge and experience the same high you had only moments ago. But he couldn’t. Not by himself at least.

You remembered Bucky’s words. No matter what you did, the pollen would raise a desire in you so merciless that it could only be quelled by another’s touch. Anyone and everyone was helpless against it.

Guilt rose in you pretty quick after that realisation. You hadn’t meant to forget about Sam, or leave him to fend for himself. You were simply so lost in the two super soldiers and the wave of euphoria they brought, you forgot about everything else.

Now that your mind was relatively clear of that lust-crazed daze, you were determined to make Sam feel good. To show him how sorry you were. To take him out of his misery like he had done with you.

Untangling yourself from the two super soldiers, you walked the short distance towards Sam and sat in between his open legs. Your palms glided over those thick thighs slowly. You tried your best to look sensual and sexy as you made eye contact with him. You uncurled his fingers from around his shaft and replaced them with your own. You started jerking him off slowly.

Sam’s breathing quickened as he let out a groan. The rise and fall of his chest glistening with a fine layer of sweat was utterly sexy from the angle you were at.

Maintaining steady eye contact, you leaned over to take him in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his tip before slowly going down. The moan he let out was a melody to your ears. It only encouraged you to take him deeper in your mouth.

Your tongue slid over the subtly protruding veins on his member. His head leaned  as his eyes closed shut in ecstasy. You realized you quite liked eliciting such reactions from him. With a glimmer in your eyes, you proceeded to play with his delicious shaft, bringing him all the pleasure he deserved.

Already taut after having played with himself earlier, Sam couldn’t have possibly held on any longer even if he had tried. Plus maintaining eyes contact with him like you did, all confident and sexy, it was such a fucking turn on that it only drove him nearer to the edge.A few more bobs of your head, you tongue all slick and moist running down his shaft, and well, he was only a man.

He came with breathy moans of your name alongside God. His hand traveled to the back of your head on their own accord. His hips bucked up as he tried to keep you in place, riding out his much needed orgasm. You swallowed his seed like a dutiful girl. Rubbing your thighs together, you enjoyed watching this handsome man ride the high.

When he came down the high, he didn’t waste any time in picking you up in his strong arms and throwing you on the bed. Your back bounced from the sudden impact, and you braced yourself for him. Getting on the bed with his knees, Sam prowled towards you with a wild cardinal fire behind his eyes.

However before his body could fully cover yours, he was suddenly pulled back.

In an instant Sam's back was firmly pressed against Steve's chest. Steve had his face hurried in the hollow of his neck with his broad fingers loosely curled around Sam's neck. Kissing the smooth skin and running his nose along the side of his head, Steve whispered in Sam's ear, "Where do you think you're going, handsome?"

Steve nipped and sucked that sensitive spot on his neck. His free hand slowly slithered down Sam's impressive chest until his fingers curled around his enraged cock. Lazy strokes followed soon after. Sam couldn't hold in a loud moan.

You could’ve cummed just at the sight.

It all looked so sensual, you felt even more turned on by it. You couldn't shake your gaze from the mesmerising view in front of you. Of their own accord, your fingers found their way to your heat as you laid back and pleasured yourself.

When Steve found your form in such a lewd pose, your fingers working hard to provide some relief from the building sexual tension, he smirked.

"Now don't be selfish, sweetheart," Steve chastised. His fingers pumped Sam a little faster. "Don't you want to give our pretty boy another orgasm or two? Have him experience the same high as we did, hmm?"

You hummed. You'd be more than happy to see that blissful expression on Sam's face after a couple of orgasms.

"Then come on, suck him again like the good girl you are." Steve ordered.

You didn't waste another in crawling over to the edge of the bed and sitting in front of Sam's cock. When you took nearly half of him in your mouth though, Steve tsked. "Just the tip, baby. The rest is for me."

You were about to argue, but Steve sternly repeated. "Just the tip." You might have argued, but something in his voice, in the way he said it, it made you want to comply instantly. And that's what you did.

Your lips were wrapped around his head, sucking gently. Your tongue coyly licked and lapped at the tip, giving special attention to it.

Steve's fingers took care of the rest of his length. They slid up and down Sam's shaft at a steady pace. Steve made sure to twist his first to make it more pleasurable for his friend.

Boy, was Sam getting pleasured by the humble treatment.

What was there not to like about it? The heat of your mouth had enveloped though only a little, but the most sensitive part of him. Steve was working wonders with his thick fingers and wrist movements, all the while leaving a trail of nips and sucks along Sam’s neck.

A deep groan left his lips when you decided to up the game. Your tongue traced the head of his cock, gently but teasingly slow. Sam’s head fell back on Steve’s shoulders, eyes tightly shut, and lips curved in a beautiful ‘O’ shape. His hands flew to the back of your head, trying to make you take more of him in the wet heat of your mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Steve whispered hoarsely in Sam’s ear. “You like her teasing your cock like that? Sucking it like the tastiest fucking lollipop ever? I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam was only coherent enough to give a firm nod in reply to Steve. It made Steve smirk.

“Do you know how good your thick cock feels in my hands, hmm? How good you look, slumped over me, face contorted in pleasure? How sexy your moans are? How good they make me feel?”

As proof, Steve thrusted his hard shaft against Sam’s ass.Though it made Sam let out a surprised gasp at first, his cock gave a very excited jump a few  seconds later. Both you and Steve felt it.

“Fuck!” Steve groaned and pumped Sam with a renewed vigour. With a few more strokes from Steve and the traces of your tongue over his tip, it didn’t take long for him to cum with a loud moan. His hips bucked into you and this time you couldn’t resist when his hands made your head take more of him. His release was a little warm and fucking delicious on your taste buds. You swiped a hand over your mouth to collect any remnants of his cum, sliding back on the bed to take the view in front of you.

It took Sam a moment to come down from the high of his orgasm. He panted heavily as he caught his breath, all the while slumped over Steve. Steve whispered sweet nothings into Sam’s ear, grinding his cock on Sam’s ass and pumping Sam’s half-hard length lazily.

You slid further back on the bed to take a moment to yourself. Your head dropped on the soft mattress and you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. Holy shit! That was hot! Sam and Steve were two very sexy, very handsome men. The kind that made a slick pool in between your legs. To see them in action together was such a sight! Hot, steamy, and oh so lovely!

Unbeknown to you, you were in for more.

When you thought that you had somewhat calmed down and had your bearings, you opened your eyes to find something you’d not have dreamed of in a thousand years. You didn’t think you’d find anything hotter than Steve and Sam together. Boy, you were about to be proven wrong.

Steve’s chest was still firmly pressed to Sam’s back as he ground his erection into his ass. As if that in itself wasn’t hot enough, Bucky was added in the mix as well, kissing Sam with all he had. Sam had his fingers curled around the back of Bucky’s neck as he pulled him closer. Bucky’s hand appreciatively travelled across Sam’s chest before eventually cupping his man tiddies.

“See what you do to me?” Steve said to Sam when the kiss broke. His hand kneaded Sam’s plump ass. “Fuck, it’s so good. Can’t even begin to imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel inside you.”

So lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, Sam could only whimper response.

“You’d like that, won’t you? Getting impaled on my cock? Mhmm?”

“I’d fucking love it,” Sam breathed. Steve smirked.

Spitting on his thumb, Steve slowly and gently inserted it in Sam. Sam’s breath hitched for a second as he let out a gasp. Steve kissed his neck and whispered encouraging words into his ear. Eventually a pace was set up, one that Sam was enjoying a lot. Steve continued until he was sure that Sam could take more.

“You ready for my cock, baby? You want it inside this perfect ass?” Steve asked, lining up his hard cock with Sam’s ass.

“Fuck, yes!” Sam managed to mumble in between kisses from Bucky.

As Steve pushed inside, a gasp left Sam. Undeniably, his shaft was much thicker than his thumb. Steve kissed the sweet spot he had found below his ear as he buried himself further. Bucky’s hands travelled down to grab a hold of Sam’s now very hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes to take his mind off the pain and discomfort.

Sam’s body was tense as he anticipated Steve’s full length inside him. He had never felt anything like it before, but oh fucking hell he loved it! Sure, the intrusion was new and a little painful, but with Steve and Bucky sandwiching him and pleasuring him the way they did, everything felt so much better.

It took a while until the discomfort had dissipated. Sam was actively enjoying Steve’s cock being driven into him. He was even trying to push himself backwards, to take as much of Steve as possible.

“How does that feel, Sam?” Bucky asked, still stroking Sam’s cock.

“So fucking good!” Sam moaned. One of his hands grabbed a hold of Bucky’s shoulder to keep himself stable from Steve’s thrusts.

One of Steve’s hands was tightly gripping Sam’s waist while the other was perched on his shoulder. It was visible that Steve was trying to not cum then and there. With how good Sam felt enveloping his cock and and the moans he let slip past those full lips, it took all of Steve’s focus to prolong it as much as he could. It was hard - very hard, but doable.

Sam was too lost in the multitude of feels washing over him to give a damn about anything or anyone else. There were hands and lips on his body, all sensual and skillful, driving to peaks that he hadn’t experienced before.  

Bucky absolutely refused to part from those sinful lips of Sam, only giving him a few seconds at a time to suck in some much needed air. The metal armed man gladly swallowed all the moans of his partner. The kiss was the very definition of heated, wet and passionate. They fought to take control every now and then, which made the whole experience all the more exciting.

As Steve fucked Sam from behind with vigour, Bucky pumped Sam’s heavy cock with his metal hand at the same pace. Bucky’s metal hand felt very different from Steve’s. A good different. A little cooler and sleek, but pleasurable all the same. No matter what happened after that night, Sam knew he could never look at that black and gold Wakandan beauty the same way ever again.

In addition to it all, Bucky rubbed his hard length against Sam’s thick thighs. How was he not supposed to get hard? Even if the pollen was out of the question, Bucky was sure that just by seeing Sam and Steve together, all paired with the moans and heavy grunts they let out, it would’ve turned him on nonetheless. They were some fine men, after all.

Unabashedly, Bucky continued rubbing himself against Sam, all the while kissing him heatedly and stroking his cock as well.

Sam felt as if he was on cloud nine. It was a good feeling. He could feel the coils tightening inside him, begging for release. He was driven right to the edge. A few more moments and he was sure he’d come soon enough. Like Steve, he too tried to prolong it, to rejoice in the pleasure as long as he could.

However, his brain positively short-circuited the moment Bucky decided to get on his knees and take Sam’s heavy length into his mouth. A surprised gasp left him which soon turned into a loud, salacious moan.

Bucky didn’t hesitate or shy away from taking all of Sam in - well, as much of him as he could. He started bobbing his head, working towards taking all of him. It was hard at first, but he tried. He gagged every now and then when Sam hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t lose his determination. His hands played with those heavy balls of Sam, gently rolling them between his fingers and tugging at them.

For Sam? It was beyond heavenly. As if the hot, wet heat of Bucky’s mouth swallowing Sam’s enraged cock and running his length along it wasn’t enough, he was gagging on it too. His balls were attended to as well with eager hands. Steve was behind him, thrusting into Sam as he dirty talked in between heavy grunts. A man could only take so much.

With breathy moans and hoarse grunts, Sam came, emptying himself inside Bucky who readily sucked him dry. Steve released into Sam not long after, face contorting into pleasure. They stayed like that as they took a moment for themselves.

After having caught his breath, when Steve opened his eyes, he found Bucky kneeling in between Sam’s leg, tending to Sam’s half hard length. Bucky’s cock stood at attention between his spread legs, hard and enraged. Steve could already feel his softening cock getting hard again. As Bucky looked into Sam’s eyes while wiping off his release from his mouth, Steve knew what he wanted to do next.

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Dream SMP Recap (February 14/2021) - Foolish Stares at a Wall for 10 Hours

Foolish stares at a wall for 10 hours. 

Ponk finally shows Sam the Woo Station, and Karl hosts the next episode of Tales From the SMP: “The Wild West!”

A summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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VOD LINKS:

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Awesamdude

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- Foolish stares at a wall for 10 hours

- Tubbo and Ranboo attempt to save Michael from the Nether, but jockeys can’t go through portals.

- Foolish stares at a wall for 10 hours

- Jack prepares for a date with Andrea by searching for sandstone.

- Jack, Ranboo and Tubbo all come to see Foolish, who is staring at a wall for 10 hours. They place blocks to bid on.

- Awesamdude finally gets to see Ponk’s Woo Station...and he says YES! 

He sees the blue room with the gift and reads the book.

- Foolish stares at a wall for 10 hours

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It’s time for Tales from the SMP: “The Wild West!”

Townsfolk band together, hoping to stop the reign of terror of a trio of bandits.

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The cast:

Karl plays Karl Jacobs

Quackity plays Jack Kanoff

Sapnap plays Mason

Connor plays Connor “Flint Michigan”

Ranboo plays John John

Tubbo plays Percy the banker

Technoblade plays Sheriff Sherman Thompson

Fundy plays Ron Ronson son of Ron Ronson who is the son of Ron Ronson, but you can call him Michael

Corpse plays Crops

Bad plays William Williamson

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- Karl comes on in a mineshaft.

- He goes to a saloon to see an argument break out between the bartender and three customers.

- They introduce themselves as “the bandits.” The Democrat-Haters specifically.

- Karl confronts them, and the Democrat-Haters leave with threats to be back.

- John John shows Karl around the bar.

- The priest got shot and died. The church is empty.

- They go to the bank and the banker tells John he owes a lot of money. $100.

- Percy is angry that John John hasn’t paid off his loan.

- There are Wanted signs for Sir Billiam.

- They go into the Sheriff’s office. He’s heard of the bandits. He’s one week from retirement, and the only person in town with a gun. The town used to have more money, but Sir Billiam took all the money and ran.

- There’s a hardened criminal in the Sheriff’s cell, a cannibal named Crops. They make a deal with the reverend to give him one of the bandit’s heads if he promises to help them.

- They go into the Post Office and find a man with a salmon on his hat. His name is Ron Ronson, son of Ron Ronson, who is also son of Ron Ronson, but you can call him Michael. He eats Japanese lanterns and has a chicken wife.

- They set off fireworks which kill Percy’s bee. He feels burning rage over this. They pressure Michael to help with the bandits.

- Michael kills his wife and hands the corpse to Crops.

- Karl speaks with John one on one, saying Michael’s terrible. They only want him as a meat shield. Percy whispers to the Sheriff about sliding money under the table.

- They walk into a store and meet the shopkeeper, William, who specializes in muffins.

- It’s Crops’ feeding time. He consumes his food.

- They drink copious amounts of alcohol, especially Michael.

- They go to the gun range. This doesn’t seem like a good idea.

Michael gets shot by Percy. He gets badly wounded, goes to the hospital and is okay. Percy healed his leg, so now they are on even terms. William practices his aim.

“Great shot!” - Michael

“Great shot!” - Michael

“Almost great shot!” - Michael

“Almost great shot!” - Michael

“Great shot!” - Michael

- Karl asks, if three of them have guns, why haven’t they stopped the bandits yet?

- They try giving Crops a gun and he’s quite good. This may not have been a good idea.

- As it gets late, Karl leads them to discuss their strategies elsewhere, at a campsite.

- Karl suggests they do a 10-pace duel. The Sheriff will duel, Percy volunteers, and Michael volunteers, but Karl instead throws the gun to John. Karl eventually thinks it over and decides that Crops should be the middleman.

- Jack Kanoff rides in on horseback, interrupting their campfire talk. Mason and Connor soon arrive as well.

- Jack suggests they do a standoff.

- It’s high noon.

- Connor and the Sheriff take ten paces and fire. Connor instantly dies.

Great shot!

- Next up is Crops. Jack chooses to go up against him.

Before they even take ten paces, Crops turns and shoots Jack in the back.

- Last is John and Mason. Mason puts on the boots of his fallen friend.

John is shot by Mason and dies. He drops so, so much milk.

- Karl is furious at the loss of his first friend in this town, and tells Mason that this one is for John: he’s going up against Mason next.

Mason asks for Karl’s name. His full name.

Karl says his full name is Twitch.TV/KarlJacobs

- They take ten paces and fire. Karl hits Mason and Mason dies.

- They pay respects in the church and Karl heads off.

- Karl finds himself back in the Inbetween. As he walks around, he sees many other Karls, just the same, running around the courtyard.

- He reads the books, which tell him that the Inbetween is alive, ever changing. A place to be at ease.

- He finds another book that tells him to look under the tree, but that book tells him, over and over again, to not stray from the path.

- He reads the last book.

“I know you don’t want to lose your friends. I don’t want you to either.”

“This will be the last time you travel back to your original library, but it may look a little different this time around.”

---

- Badboyhalo hangs out with Quackity. They have a build-off with each other.

- Captain Puffy also does a chill stream. She covers the land near Hannah’s house in roses as a Valentine’s Day gift.

Upcoming Events:

- Jack Manifold wants to meet with Technoblade

- Many visits with Dream

- Prison guard introduction stream

- The hotel reveal

END OF WEEK RECAP:

2/8 - Puffy leaves a note for Techno, Puffy commits arson against Ponk

2/9 - Ponk destroys Puffy’s house, Karl moves the library with George and Sapnap, Sapnap visits the prison

2/10 - Nothing much happens.

2/11 - Quackity’s couples therapy

2/12 - Ponk continues work on the Woo Station, Fundy builds a gameshow, Puffy rebuilds her house

2/13 - Bad and Puffy speak with Techno, Ranboo speaks with the Crimson

2/14 - Sam sees the Woo Station, Foolish stares at a wall for 10 hours, Tales From the SMP: “The Wild West”

[americachavez]

did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

[holylulusworld]

A wild ride masterlist

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader?; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader?; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader?

Warnings: angst, language, illegal activities, misogyny, cocky/flirty Winchesters, possessiveness, a hint of stalking, possible smut, more to be added

A wild ride (1)

A wild ride (2)

A wild ride (3)

A wild ride (4)

A wild ride (5)

A wild ride (6) - John’s turn 💦

A wild ride (7) - Dean’s turn 💦

A wild ride (8) - Sam’s turn 💦

The awesome text divider was made by @firefly-graphics​

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Sleep depravity

You feel like shit.

Flashback

Ahaha, the new year! A time for fun and festivities! Surely, that’s what YOU’RE going to be doing, right?

Wrong.

Well, I mean right, but it’s not fun by what most of NRC calls as. So imagine this, right, you’re sitting in yo damn class doing your damn shit when suddenly, your classmate whispers to you from behind.

“Hey.” You nudge an elbow, to show that you’re listening. 

“You should watch ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’. It’s a really good series.” You nod in thanks at the recommendation and your classmate retreats back to his seat. 

And the day goes on as usual: Running around campus doing your part-time jobs, occasionally talking to your friends and seniors, feeding Grim, appreciating how fine everybody looks today- pardon me.

So now, it’s bedtime and you’re there listening to Grim talk as you do your homework. Then, he says: “Oh yeah, someone said something about a recommendation, right?”

“Right, I forgot about that.” You nod, finishing your homework in time. “We should check that out to watch for New Years. It’s in a few days.” You sigh, bouncing your leg. 

See, unlike from where you’re from, NRC has a different curriculum, where the OFFICIAL tests come out somewhere in the 3rd and 9th month of the year, not the 6th and the 12th, so this is just cooldown time for you to kind of chill and relax. 

“Right, holidays~~~ We don’t need to listen to Vargas anymore!” Grim hums cheerfully, and you nod. He’s already loud and super annoying every time he meets a slightly muscular kid, but add THAT with him rambling about safety protocols? Nah, man, ya can’t.

"Ah yes, the holidays where everyone goes home and leaves us here to wail and stay all alone with nobody- I mean I got you but you know- nobody and probably have to clean the school.” You take a deep breath. “Lovely.”

"That annoying guy is going to do something like that...” Grim complains, rolling over to flop on your stomach. “I don’t wanna!”

“Same...” You reply lazily, fist bumping Grim’s paw. “Hahah... hah...”

Despite your complaining, you feel a little giddy. I mean, come on, you get the FUCK around the school, all day by yourselves! What’s not to love about that? And the series is sure to keep you entertained.

Flashback end.

‘That was a terrible, terrible thing to think about.’ You thought blearily, thoughts swirling around your head as Grim falls asleep on you, *heetos and dorr*tos all over your body, making you feel sticky and gross. 

It’s now the actual new years, where everybody’s gone home and like you predicted, Crowley did assign you to tasks- fucking bird, so you and Grim’s ass didn’t do what he told you. Fucking hell, the school’s been functioning DAMN well without you, surely the tasks not THAT big of a deal, right?

After goofing around for a few days, you’re getting bored, so you drag your lazy self to Sam’s store (where his friends from the other side are tending it for him) and rent out a DVD- Crowley didn’t gift you a phone, unfortunately (but still fixed that old TV set??? Man’s got some weird priorities)

You bring this news to Grim, who immediately begs and whines for you to open and watch the show. So you did.

The first episode, you were intrigued, but only a little bit. The same went for the 2nd and 3rd episode. You’re about to call it a lame series when you hit... the 4th episode.

It was a wild ride of emotions and wow... that scene where Henry helps the king really brought you and Grim to tears. 

You were hooked. Or in other words, you were fucked. Fucked because now, you can’t THINK of anything BUT the series, which forces you to stay at home and watch the entire god-damn thing and now its 2 days after that.

At... you blearily open your eyes and notice the cracks of light shining through the curtain. “Oh god...” At somewhere around 8 am in the morning.

“Fucking hell... I’ve gone and fucked up my sleep schedule... shit...” And for some reason, tears began running down your eyes. What the fuck? Are you THAT tired that’d you’d cry over your SLEEP SCHEDULE?

Yes. Yes, you are.

You hear a knock at the door. “Oh my fucking god.” You curse, rolling down the uneven wooden floors, wincing as you get splinters. You lethargically stand up  and open the door and look up to see...

HEARTSLABYUL

Someone 5 cm taller then you- oh screw off, you’re 145 cm, its okay to be pissed, you know?

“Happy new year, prefect-” You interrupt him.

“Oh.. you’re cute!” You grin gleefully, pinching the red hair’s cheeks.

“U-unhand me at once!” The guy with red hair shouted, forcibly taking your hands away. “Or its off with your head!”

"What, you’re gonna- you’re gonna tie me up~?” You tease, punching the guy’s shoulder. “That’s kinky dude... like tone down the horny ya know...”

2 guys with red-orange hair and other with blue starts laughing loudly in the background and you laugh too.

The guy with red hair STARTS turning red- oh my fucking god, people can turn red?

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” And a collar winds up around your neck.

“Eh????” You ask, lightly tugging at the collar. “What the fackin hell is this shit? Y’all really out here puttin’ collars and shit on people... in the middle of the day too... wow...”  You mutter, slipping into a country accent.

Flash! You hear a snap of a camera and turn to look at another person with a feather duster on his head- why does he have a feather duster- you know what, its cute, and you like it. You reach up and begin petting it, effectively blocking the phone he’s holding.

“Eto, prefect? You’re kinda- woah!” You look at him with a glazy eyes from those 2 days of non stop watching.

"Are you a...” You ponder, biting your lip as you blink repeatedly. “Are you... a fuck boy?”

(“CATER’S A FUCK- CATER’S F-FUCK- AHAHAHAHA-” Ace wheezes in the background as Deuce starts laughing harder, neither of them caring that they have collars on their first day back.)

Fuck boy has a bewildered look on his face, but before you could see his reaction, another hand goes to tug you back. You look up and... is that... is that lettuce, you see? No no way, it... it kinda looks like broccoli, though..

“Let’s get you to bed, prefect.” The broccoli tells you firmly, but like hell are you listening to a broccoli! Fuck man, you got higher standards then that, come on!

“No! I’m not listening to a broccoli!” You duck, effectively pulling out of his grasp and ran inside to wherever room you’re in and slam it shut. “YOU’RE NEVER GETTING ME, BROCCOLI MAN!!!”

(”Bro---brocoll-” This time, it’s Deuce’s time to collectively pound weakly at the dirt, one hand holding onto Ace’s shoulder as he looses it.)

Eventually, you slump on the ground and slowly... you don’t hear the brocolli’s voice anymore.. which is good (but like, why does his voice sound so... sexy??? Like, why??? It doesn’t make any... sense...)

---

Ace and Deuce finish from their laughing stock, having to hold on to the third years to get up from their position. “We’ll go check on the prefect.” Deuce tried to say, a snort or two making its way to the sentence.

“HAH- KINKY- KINKY FUCK BOY BROCCOLI--- AHAHAHAHAHA-” Ace was still loosing it as he walked inside, a tear streaking down his face. “I love the prefect so fucking much.”

Laughter bubbles up against Deuce’s throat as he walks in. “F...Fuck...boy...”

“W-where is the prefect, anyway?” They immediately see you, slumped against the hallway, snoozing away. With their strong powers, they gently lift and place you on the sofa, amidst all the gunk and shit that’s piled up.

“Ew, what were they even doing?” Ace cringes, looking at the mess. “It smells like shit.”

“They’re watching ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’- oh.” Deuce nods, in extreme understanding. He too, has pulled all-nighters with his gang to watch this series... oh how they cried like mad.

“Oh, that show... it’s bad. I don’t like it.”

“What?!” Deuce swiftly turns around. “But its really good!”

“No, it’s not, what? You got some poor taste, Juice.”

“It’s Deuce, not Juice! And you’re the one with poor taste!”

They bicker all the way, until they’re lovingly threatened by Riddle to NOT say a word, or its way more then off with your head, got it~?

SAVANACLAW

An extremely good-looking lion man- lion man, the fuck???- who lazily looks around at your dorm. Behind him is an EVEN better looking man, this one with a very fluffy tail and BEEG ears and BEEG body and my god, wow... he also sexy- like, sexier then lion man.

“Furry?” You mutter, your eyes falling onto another boy with animal-like ears and tail, except he’s shorter then the two, but his eyes seem to have more light in them.

“Happy New Year, prefect~!” He cheers on, his small tail wagging- oh that is cute oh my fuck- oh shit-

“...what the fuck? Why the fuck are there furries?” You gasp in alarm, running your hands through your hair in a frantic manner. “HAVE I MISSED A FUCKING GENERATION OF FURRIES?!”

“NONONONO NO NO NO THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY- NO-” You scream, falling onto the floor and grabbing a piece of your hair.

A shadow seems to loom over you, and you can feel something fluffy- or maybe that’s just you. “Prefect, are you okay- not like I’m worried, or anything, but...?” That line seems like something you’ve heard, but from where?

“Has the herbivore lost their mind?” Sexy lion man can be heard asking in the back, his voice quickly slipping into a yawn.

“Are ya worried, Leona?” The smaller guy teases, a ‘shi shi shi’ going past his lips.

“Tch.”

Well they seem like good friends- nice.

“I’m fine-” You look up and BAM WOAH WHAT IS THAT- SOMEONE’S PANTS AREA THING NOPE-

“I’M NOT FINE FUCKKKKKKK!” You scream back. The guy jumps back.

“Prefect, are you possessed?”

“By this stage? I might as well fucking be- HAH!” And you snort at that- it’s not even funny, you moron. “Oh, and also sexy lion man- yeah I’m talking to you, yeah you-” You point at said man. “I’m not a herbivore, okay? Like, I’m not a vegan (NO OFFENSE TO THE VEGANS OUT THERE), umm...” You slip into a dramatic accent where everything becomes more pronounced.

“I’m a fucking omnivore, and if you wanna like, insult me, please do it right. Thanks.” You pose, your hands making a heart shape, before slumping onto strong boy’s arms.

“Pfft- AHAHAHAH-” And Ruggie’s gone and lost his shit, because what’d you expect, right?

Leona looks surprised, before becoming very irritated, dragging Ruggie by the scruff/neck and walking away, leaving Jack to deal with you.

His seniors out of earshot and eyeshot, he glances at your sleeping form, which was nuzzling up to him, sighing in bliss as the warmth surrounds you.

He lets out a snicker despite his best efforts not too. Goodness, you surprise him every day.

He easily brings you inside with a princess carry, making sure to respectfully touch only your legs and you back to support you.

He glances at your sleeping form- what on earth were you doing that could keep you up so late, anyways? Oh, he finds out by passing through the living room, TV still on.

He finds your bedroom and lays you down there, not bothering to bring Grim inside- just kidding, he absolutely brings Grim in because he knows how much you love each other, but you didn’t hear that from me~

He glances at your form again and brushes some hair out of your face. The steady rise and fall of your chest eases him. Maybe he should stay here, just in case you wake up and act like THAT again and that’s something he’s sure a lot of people aren’t ready to witness.

He takes a chair and sits in front of you, once again having his eyes trained on you, seeing he has nowhere to look at.

A content smile passes your lips, and he smiles at that. What kind of dreams are you having, he wonders? (Little did he know its about him)

Wait.

If he’s waiting for you like this, isn’t that what you usually do for friends?! He stands up immediately, regretting his actions just as fast as he notices you squirm, sighing in relief as you settle back down onto your dazed state again.

“Happy New Year, prefect. Let’s make more memories together.” He mutters lowly, far too low for you to hear but somehow, you smile at just the right moment.

He leaves quickly, a red blush adorning his cheeks. No, that does NOT make him happy in the slightest! His tail isn’t wagging, his ears aren’t red, you’re lying!

Right?

Wrong.

Yeah, right.

Oh, god damn you and making him so confused!

OCTAVINELLE

An incredibly good-looking gent, with a smile on his face that doesn’t look as nice as it should. And look, he’s got a fedora! That speaks fancy~

“Happy New Year, pre-” You take the fedora and slap it onto your head, to the surprise and subsequent irritation of this man.

Or octopus. Honestly, they radiate the same vibe, so you wouldn’t know.

Then, you began doing the Orange Justice (cringe) as you hum- “Mhph, then you break it down! Down! Down! High! Down!”

“Is shrimpy-chan okay?” Oh what the fuck he’s so tall- THERE’S ANOTHER ONE YOU’RE SEEING THINGS-

“Oya oya.” HE HAS ARA-ARA ENERGY OH MY GOD YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS- NONONONONO-

“Ara ara? Ara ara ara~ ara ARA!” You reply in kind, switching to a weird boogie as you sing offkey about a song.

“Under the sea~~~ under the sea~~ something, something, du do do do, under the sea~ under the grass, and till they fall~ ahhhh!!!” You grab the gent’s hands and drag him to you, paying very close attention to your feet as you attempt to tap dance.

The gent splutters indigation, so you leave him be and focus on your feet.

“Ne, that sounds fun!” The 1st double says, following you to dance- except he’s doing way better then you.

“Wha- how the fuck- that’s good! How the fackkkk... fuck... fucking... fucking fucking wop wop!” You giggle, trying to imitate his dance.

“Hehe, shrimpy’s funny when they’re tired!” Double 1 says, grabbing your waist as you shout in fright.

“Jade, maybe we should-”

“Let them be, Azul.”

Upon closer inspection, you realize that this ‘Jade’ has resonating vibes with Sebastian from Black Butler- wait, is this the twin cliche?! Where there’s the crazy one and the other’s the sane one?! But then again, he has that scary smile on his face... hmm, maybe that theory should be left alone.

You, still Double 1′s arms, shout: “Come on butler man! Join us!!!”

“Butler... are you referring to me?” He sounds surprised.

“Yeee! Come on dude,let’s vibeeee-” You stop mumbling and began singing again. “Oh oh, I’m a rebel just for kicks now! OWAH!!!”

“Owah~~” Double 1 joins, and Jade with a grin, joins in. “Owah~”

“...owah...” The gent also joins, albeit in a softer tone.

“What else, shrimp- eh??? They’re asleep!” Floyd pouts as he gazes at your non-moving body. “No fun.”

“Oya, maybe we should bring them back to their couch. It looks like a nice place to be.” Jade remarks, looking at the pile of chips and snacks on the floor. Floyd shruges, dropping you with a thud, but you don’t seem to wake up. Jade picks you up for Floyd and brings you to the couch.

Azul cringes at the sight of messy chips. “It’s giving me heartburn just looking at it.”

“Don’t lie, Azul. We saw you eating the same thing yesterday~” Floyd teases, a wide grin placate on his face.

“...I could’ve sworn nobody saw me! How...” Azul mumbles to himself, a red flush on his face.

“They’re asleep. We should leave them be.” Jade suggests, walking back to the group.

Azul nods. “There’s nothing I can make a deal about, anyway. And, the benevolent sea witch wouldn’t agree with that, wouldn’t she?”

"Yeah! Goodnight, shrimpy!” Still, you don’t reply, but Floyd looks happy enough since he hoists Azul up from his stand and walks out with him, princess style.

“F-floyd, put me down!”

“Nah, Jade looked really happy holding Shrimpy, so I’ll do the same to you~”

“Floyd!”

Jade walks behind them, watching as they have their fun.

Did I really look that happy? He glances back at your living room and gives a rare, sincere smile to the dimly lit room.

“Goodnight, prefect. I hope to get along with you better.” He whispers to himself, before closing the door gently behind and catching up to his brother.

SCARABIA

Sunshine??? in the form of a... homo sapient???? and a snake??? why the fuck-???

“Happy New Year, prefect! I brought you some food, a few blankets and oh!” The sunshine greets, giving you things, which you don’t have the strength to take, but nod as thanks anyways. He hands you a carpet, incredibly soft, 100% quality. “A carpet- eh, prefect?! Are you okay?!” The sunshine fusses, grabbing your cheeks in worry.

You melt, easing into the touch. “I’m okay now.” You lazily reply, giving him a slow wink. “Haha, get it? Cause- cause you’re here, and you’re the sun, and you’re cute, so like... haha? No?” You don’t let him reply as you sigh and nod, taking his hands of your cheeks. “Alright.”

The sunshine grins at your attempt. “I don’t really know what you mean, but thanks!” Oh my god he’s so cute-

“...hopefully, these things can dress up your broken- er, rustic house.” The snake replies, watching your behavior with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

You son of a bitch-

“Look, snake-man. No no no no, look at me. Watashi no eyes, you look at eyes- you see my eyes?” You stalk towards the snake, squinting at the bright sun (2 suns) as you trudge towards him. “Y-you see? Yeah, these eyes have tried their FUCKING best to fix up this dorm, so please, bro, please don’t like, mock it cuz like-- it’s really fucking hard- and you know why?!”

“Why?” The sunshine questions, just as you hope (but for some reason, the snake has backed away and is guarding the sunshine. You wonder why.)

“Lemme tell you why- lemme tell you why. So, this bird-man bitch boy I don’t fucking know, right-” The snake sort of laughs at this description as sunshine nods. “This guy, right, leaves ALL this SHIT to me- like BITCH, did you see the fucking state of this... I don’t know, um, SHACK?!” You point aggressively at the house. “Yeah man, it was SHIT! Like, there were holes, rats on the ground, and there were a insects everywhere...” Oho, snake seems to tense up at this, walking towards sunshine in a scared manner.

“The wood was rotting, it smelled like mold... the couches were moldy, the BED was moldy... it was... it was FUCKING shit mate, like the fuck?! You expect me to clean up that shit in what, like...” You bring up your fingers, not even counting. “Three fucking days? Like what the fucking hell, bitch? I’d like to- to- to know what the fuck crossed his mind, like the fuck, you know?”

“That seems hard, prefect. Do you want us to help?” The sunshine offers, but the snake interjects, saying: “Kalim (oh, so his name is Kalim, huh? Cute name for a cute guy!), how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t-”

“But it looks like they’re having a really hard time!” Kalim argues, pouting and looking at you pitifully, and you give the snake a woeful mourning face. The snake glares at you, before sighing heavily. Ah, damn, you feel kind of bad.

“Nah, it’s okay sunshine, I can handle it. Oh, by the way, have ya seen my baby?” You say nonchalantly, describing your feline friend.

“Baby?” The snake pales. “You have a baby?!”

“Prefect, why do you have a baby?” The sunshine panics too, eyes widening, forgetting the nickname you gave him.

“Yeah, I do! Wanna see-” Slump! You fall onto the ground before you can finish your sentence, leaning across the snake’s legs.

“Oh... they’re probably talking about Grim...” Jamil realizes, sighing in relief at the thought.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably it! Hehe, we think alike, Jamil!” Kalim grins, much to the chagrin of Jamil.

“Yeah, yeah, we do. Now come on-” Jamil lifts up your body, princess style and grunts. “Help me open the door.”

“Sure thing!” Kalim hums, opening the door. “What do you think they were doing, looking so tired?”

Jamil shrugs, walking inside ASAP, first giving the dorm a quick sweep with his eyes- he isn’t quite sure how to feel about the bugs you said. They pass by the living room and upon seeing the disarray, nod in understanding.

“Kalim, can you clean it while I put the prefect back in their room?” Kalim nods and gets to work, rolling up his sleeves.

Jamil smiles, nodding as he walks towards your bedroom, opening it with his foot. Surprisingly, it looks WAY cleaner then your living room- you really did stay up all night to watch whatever show was on, huh? The bed isn’t even creased.

Jamil sets you down gently, and you immediately roll to the side, sighing in comfort. He watches as the crumbs of snacks fall onto the bed, and thanks the graces that its not Kalim’s, or his bed that got the food spilled, phew.

Speaking of Kalim, how is he faring? Jamil walks back to the living room, fully expecting to see Kalim get distracted, but much to his ACTUAL surprise, the room is a quarter cleaned. The crisps are thrown in the trash bin and the blankets are folded up, albeit not neatly.

Jamil smiles, a little bit proud of Kalim. “Kalim?”

“Here. Shh, not so loud. Grim’s sleeping.” Kalim whispers back, waving from the kitchen. “I’m trying to clean the dishes, but...”

“Here, let me teach you.” And so, they two do their best to help clean the living room until it’s up to Jamil’s standard.

“I bet they’ll feel surprised when they wake up!” Kalim giggles, happy that it’s clean.

“I hope so, it’ll be a waste if we did all this and they didn’t notice.” Jamil frowns, crossing his arms, satisfied. “I’m sure they liked the gifts, Kalim?”

“Really?! I didn’t go overboard, right?!” Kalim worries, looking at Jamil in concern.

“You always do.” Was Jamil’s snide remark.

“Jamil!” Kalim pouts, and Jamil nods.

“It’s true.”

“Aww... I thought I really... aww...” Kalim shakes his head, cheering up immediately. “There’s always next time! Let’s visit Heartslabyul next, Jamil!”

“Let’s go.” And Kalim rushes out, shouting a ‘Happy New Year!’ to the dorm, despite his previous warning. Jamil says nothing, echoing his behavior as they walk out.

(And it’s true. After 14 hours or so, you wake up, walked towards the living room, and cried the SHIT out of your eyes. It really was nice to see, you know?)

DIASOMNIA

 You can’t distinguish who the fuck this person is, but they’re definitely tall. 

“Who the fucking hell??? Is so fucking tall?” You ask in a whisper. “Hello?”

“Don’t talk to Malleus-sama that way, human!” A guy that looks similar to a cucumber yells. 

“Shut up, my guy. Oh shit, sorry I probably sound really fucking rude hah.” You snort, pinching the nose of your bridge. “Um, what can I do for you? Or something?”

“You look pale.” A softer voice comments. You turn to look at him and oh fucking HELL he looks so... soft??? Princely???

“Woah.” You breathe, grabbing his face. He quickly pushes you off, but you don’t mind. “What the fuck... Your face??? Is?? Nice???” 

“Thank... you...?” He says strangely, stepping away. “Da- LIlia-sama, I think we should leave. ___ doesn’t seem to feel well.”

“Nonsense, ___’s fine. It’s probably just lack of sleep.” You let out a bark at that. 

“Hah, lack of sleep. More like lack of heat!” You giggle at that- why did you giggle at that it literally makes no sense. You turn to look at this ‘Lilia’ person and holy shit, is that a d i l f ?

“...Dilf?” You mutter, stetching out your hand to touch this short emo man. “Emo???”

“What is a dlif?” Emo man’s face contorts into confusion, one that is not often seen in his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that phrase...”

“Dad’s I’d Like to Fuck, because damn bro, you look- you look like you raised hot kids and set them on a frying pan do you get me, cuz like you’re also sexy? I don’t... yeah.” You nod  heavily at your sentence. 

Emo man and prince-looking guy’s face contorts into a grin and a horrified look respectively. Tall man seems to have the same face as prince-looking guy, while Cucumber just... freezes. 

“Are y’all okay??? You know what, I don’t- I don’t have- I’m not- I’m- I’VE GOT THE APPLE BOTTOM JEANS, BOOTS- BUTTS- BUTTS WITH THE FURRR, THE WHOLE CLUB WAS LOOKING AT HER~” You break out into a song, changing your voice to a country accent. 

“SHE TOOK THE FLOOR AND GOT THE JEANS AND WENT LOW LOW LOW low low low low...” You sync in with the music, going lower to the beat until you lay your body on the ground and slowly lose sight (or blurry shapes) in front of you.

You don’t know what happens next, but you do know that someone’s riding a small cow. With big horns. And hair? With the bit of consciousness you have left, you reach up to touch the cow horns. 

“Sick...” You mutter, and your hands fall slack on the small cow’s horns and you finally fall into well-deserved sleep.

EXTRA

“Lilia.”

"SEE SILVER, I TOLD YOU THAT PEOPLE WOULD-”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT, DAD!”

“NONE OF US DO!”

“Lilia.”

“I- I’M A DILF- I- I’M A DILF- HAH, I’M- OW OW OW... ow.. my back... oh, yes... Malleus?”

“I’m bringing the human inside.”

“Sure..- argh, ow ow ow... Silver, Sebek, come help me!”

“Yes, old man...”

“...”

“Pfft... a dilf... a dilf....” Malleus snickers at your naming choices, lighting up candles that you’ve strategically set. Once the lights are on, he can’t help but squint at the messiness of your dorm. He walks past the living room and opens your simple bedroom door, placing you on your bed. You don’t seem to be unbetrubed, but you squeezing something in the air. Ah, perhaps you’re looking for the cat? 

Poof! Grim instantly nuzzles into you, and you both sign at the warm heat between you. Malleus smiles at the sight and leans closer to you, and whispers: “Happy New Year, child of man. Let’s make more memories together.” He gazes at your simple room, and his eyes falls at your bedside table. He smiles fondly at the picture on your bedside table. It’s you, Grim and him in Ramshackle’s living room, you making flower crown as you bitch on about physics, Grim agreeing and complaining as well. 

He gives you a small pet on the head and disappears in neon butterflies. 

“Shall we go?”

“Oh, young whisperer, you’re back. I take it ___ is back in their bedroom?”

A smile blooms on Malleus’ face. “Yes, now let’s go.”

“Dilf.. dilf...”

“I can’t... dilf... I can’t.. no...”

*

I don’t fucking know what this is

I just thought--- lilia... is a dad.... and he sexy

and memes... and i created this fic

please enjoy it

[hogarthwrites]

house sitting for two chapter 18

chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 16 17

pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/f)

genre: smut, slow romance, mutual pining

warnings: graphic sex

words: 1,169

summary: Sam insists on going to Santa Monica with you and you have a nice day. You both realise you still have really strong feelings for each other.

note: california stars - billy bragg & wilco

You spent the whole day together, strolling along the beach, taking pictures of each other and eating ice cream. Sam wore that Hawaiian shirt with the large orange hibiscus flowers printed on it and his sherpa over it. He couldn't look more handsome to you.

Sam was an excellent shooter so it wasn't a surprise he'd won you a large teddy bear which you held as you walked around. A song played in the distance and you smiled, feeling warm as you looked up at him.

You've got a cute way of talking…

You got the better of me...

You giggled to yourself, squeezing the bear in one arm and grabbing onto Sam’s arm with the other, feeling his muscles under his jacket and taking in his scent. You missed that smell of nicotine and cologne.

It really felt like a date, but you weren't really sure. Maybe you and Sam were just friends again; friends who have sex. All the time. If Sam hadn't insisted on going out to see the sights, you probably would've spent most of the day in bed with him just like the old times.

He held your hand as you walked along the pier, watching the sky turn a brilliant pink, purple, and blue. Sam wanted to say something, to ask you if you wanted to give your relationship another try, but the day had been so perfect, he didn't want to ruin it.

The lights and sounds from the amusement park caught your attention and you pulled him towards it.

“That looks fun,” you pointed at the ferris wheel.

“Eight dollars per person?” Sam squinted at the sign. “I could probably climb shit higher than that for free.”

“Come on, Sam,” you tugged on his sleeve. “I’ll pay. Please?”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to the line to the ferris wheel. “Well, as long as you're paying, how could I ever say no to you?”

He helped you into the ride, sliding in next to you and taking your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. He loved how much smaller your hand felt in his much larger and calloused palms and fingers.

You squeezed his hand as the ride started moving, the breeze blowing through. You took a deep breath, the smell of the ocean reminding you of the nights you spent with Sam when you were house sitting. You looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the California stars above.

Sam watched you looking up at the sky and kissed the top of your head. He took his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders.  “Here, it's cool up here. Don't want you getting sick.”

"Were you always this romantic, Samuel Drake?" You leaned in, tapping the tip of your finger on his nose.

"Only with you," he put his forehead against yours.

As you both reached the peak of the ferris wheel, Sam had you on his lap, his arms around your waist.

“I had fun today,” you smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I missed days like this,” he gave you a crooked grin. “Can I kiss you?”

“When have you ever needed to ask for permission?” You pulled him in.

You drove back home in your Jeep while Sam sat shotgun, holding the giant teddy bear that Sam lovingly named Kevin.

“Kevin?” You glanced at him as you drove to make a face. “Is he going to do our taxes or something?”

“He looks like a Kevin,” he grinned, adjusting the green ribbon on the bear’s neck. “Come on, tell me you see it too.”

You looked at the dopey looking bear, amused at how it looked like it was slumping in Sam’s arm.

“I guess it looks like a Kevin.”

“Told you so.”

Despite the almost unbearable traffic, you and Sam talked and laughed together all the way. It was almost like you hadn't been separated for months. Almost.

Sam couldn't stop looking at you; he couldn't believe you were actually there, smiling and laughing at his stupid jokes. He was still so head-over-heels in love with you, it made him feel insane.

Sam had you pinned against the wall as you got home, giant teddy bear, an empty condom packet, and all your clothes discarded on the carpet. His hot breath was on your neck as he focused on carrying you and fucking you at the same time. You held onto him as tight as you can, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your heels on his ass.

“God, just kissing you makes me so hard,” Sam peppered your neck with kisses. “I need you so bad.”

“Mmh,” you tugged on the curls at the back of his neck, speechless. “How bad?”

He carried you to the nearest surface which happened to be your console table, kissing you hard. He turned you around to face the mirror over the table, bending you over so he can continue fucking you.

You remembered that night he first did this at his old apartment, all the old feelings rushing back as you watched him fuck you through the mirror.

“Oh, Sam, I love you,” you whimpered, leaning your hands against the glass.

Sam groaned loudly, pulling out quickly to turn you to face him.

“Do you now?” He smiled as he lifted your leg up against his waist. He held you close as he slid his cock inside you again. And again. And again.

All the while he kept eye contact with you. His brown eyes were wild with lust, but there was still some kind of tenderness in them as he stared at you. His hands were on your waist, grabbing at you hard as he pulled you as close as he could to him.

“What would you do if I said I loved you too?” He thrust into you hard.

“I-I’d always say it back,” you stuttered, feeling your orgasm.

“That's right, baby,” Sam kissed you. “That's right. Show me how much you love me.”

You rolled your head back in pleasure as you came, doubling over Sam, who held you tight. He turned you around to face the mirror and your cheek was against the mirror as he took you from behind, desperate for release.

“Say you love me,” he commanded.

“I love you,” you moaned.

“Again.”

You looked back at him, meeting his brown eyes. “I love you so much, Samuel Drake.”

Sam instantly came. He groaned loudly as he thrust into you a few more times before his hips stilled.

He put his head on your chest, trying to get his breath back and you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft curls.

“What now?” He breathed, kissing your chest.

“Hmm a shower sounds nice,” you were still out of breath. “Then maybe we can cuddle in my own hammock on the porch? I swear it's big enough for both of us."

“Sounds like a plan.”

[seriowan]

get to know me, tag game

tagged by: @zinzinina always a pleasure to hear from you, my dear sam <3 thank you for the tag!

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

- favorite color: Royal Blue

- currently reading: Star Wars: Thrawn (in lieu of live action thrawn coming soon to the ahsoka series, i figured it was time for me to read about the blue man and his space twink cowboy [your honor, i love them])

- last song: Haunted by Isabel LaRosa (on repeat 25/8)

- last movie: Avengers: Infinity War (i was in the mood to cry and it worked much better than anticipated)

- last series: Big Little Lies (i don’t usually watch tv shows of the crime/murder/scandalous-suburban-drama type but this show surprised me! i’m hooked on the characters and the way the show is filmed)

- sweet, spicy, savory: Definitely all three (though i do find myself adding hot sauce or cayenne pepper to literally everything)

- coffee or tea: Tea (normally it’d be coffee but i quit because the caffeine withdrawals were driving me up the wall with migraines)

- three ships: Codywan (i will die for them, no questions asked), Dinluke (i will say, i was super hesitant when i first heard about it but after i saw what fics people were writing?? i was smitten), Finpoe (my heart just turns to mush when i think of them)

- first ever ship: Percabeth. (i can vividly remember being in 4th grade and having to put my book down to scream in my pillow when Percy and Annabeth had their underwater kiss)

- currently working on: A smutty Boba Fett ficlet; the third chapter to Bang Bang; chapter two for Where Gods Lie, and the most time consuming would be rewriting the first chapter for my fives royalty fic because i’m just not satisfied with anything that has been written yet! it’s tragic.

- favorite piece of clothing: i have a champions crewneck sweater that is 3x larger than me. i wear it like a dress and it feels so so so calming and comfy

- comfort food: sushi, pasta, clam chowder

- favorite time of year: Autumn

- fav fanfiction: Wrest Pin by @balletorchid was one of the first mando fanfics that i ever read way back on wattpad and i will never forget the experience. there was so much excitement for updates and i won’t ever forget the way this fic made me ride an emotional rollercoaster of pure pain and fluff

- no pressure tags for folks I would like to get to know better: @tinywitchgoblin @wild-karrde @studioramekin @eloquentmoon @twistedstitcher27 @corona-one @book-of-baba-fett

[a-deed-without-a-name]

Coming as a curious, non-judgemental outsider: why ship wincest?

So, I've spent quite a while trying to figure out how to answer this ask (which is why I'm only touching it a month after it came in, almost...sorry). Not because it offended me - I actually really appreciate the question! - but more because it made me realize I wasn't actually sure of the answer. I had to think about it.

I could have given a long, in-depth analysis of Sam and Dean's canon relationship, but a lot of people have done that and done it better than I ever could, so I don't want to half-ass that. I also considered making a joke, but in the end, decided to go with the truth, which is that Wincest is the ship that made me comfortable with my sexuality.

Full (well, an abridged version of, but still) story under the cut. TW: Internalized homophobia, mention of my gross kink, all that jazz.

I was 14/15 when I found Supernatural (I don't remember my exact age). I rented the entirety of the first seven seasons, disc by disc, from a local video store...I am not that old, and this was in 2012, but my family didn't have Netflix at the time and I lived in an area that was rural enough to still have a video store. I just picked it up because it felt interesting.

At this same time - actually, about 6-8 months earlier - I'd discovered my main kink. I'd already started identifying as gay, I knew I was, but I'd never really been "into" anything before that. Those of you who share said kink know that, just like with pretty much all porn genres out there, most of the readily-available stuff featured women. The situation's better now, but back then? Almost all women. And because this was my first time with my kink, and I was 15, of course I was into it, despite me never being interested in women before. I'm sure you can imagine where this was going.

Oh, thank god - I am straight, after all! My mom was right, it was just a phase!

Like I said. 2012 (gay marriage was still illegal). Rural area. Other factors. I was so relieved, for more reasons than one. Reading my journals from this period, because I kept journals, is a wild ride. "Ooh-hoo-hoo, yeah, sure you are, chucklefuck. Just wait six months."

Anyway. Then I found Supernatural.

It wasn't that I was into Sam and Dean. I just thought they were super cool. I wanted to be Sam Winchester and I wanted to hang out with Dean, I identified so hard with both of them despite being a weedy little middle-class nerd kid with undiagnosed Marfan syndrome and a tendency to cry. A lot. I.e., not a Winchester, but still. I wanted to write fanfiction about them, I was good at fanfiction. And I wanted to write sexy fanfiction, which is how my first fic (I'm not gonna link it 'cause I hate it) came about.

Sam and Dean were, for the first three seasons, the only available characters to pair with each other. And it took me forever to get through those three seasons because of the disc-by-disc rental thing. When I started writing the fic, I didn't intend for them to be a couple, just some feeder/feedee dynamics. I figured I could probably get off on it even though I wasn't attracted to any men, much less Sam and Dean Winchester.

Guess how that turned out. Go ahead. Guess.

By the time I'd finished that fic and started on a few others, I was back to unconsciously accepting I was gay. Am gay. The more Wincest I wrote, the more comfortable and mature I became in regards to my own sexuality, because it's never so much been about the fact they're brothers for me (as seen in the fact that quite a few of my fics are unrelated AUs; I could take or leave the brother thing, tbh), but that they're both men. I never fully, consciously realized this until I sat down and thought about it to respond to this question.

I ship Wincest because, even outside of all the other very valid reasons, I have a very personal and very embarrassing reason: it's tied into my identity. The ship and the show were a coming-of-age realization for me, a way for me to safely explore who I am and what I wanted. I wouldn't be here today, not like this, not as this person, without it.

Tl;dr Sam and Dean Winchester made me (realize I am) gay.