#Sam is puppy coded

[sammyworcestershire]

Something something Sam Winchester puppy coded something

[untamedsin]

Sammy when he wakes up and Dean isn’t there ; ^ ;

[catspawcreates]

I’m a little shocked that on all my socials no one poked me about the silly Kill Code cameo on April Fools 😹

Those eyes tho. 😭 The teeth on this model were also very uncanny.

Jabbing so much fun at him and his off screen arc. Ah my…. I’ll keep my sharp pointy pawed version, but I still giggled.

Guess he’s just a silly cameo character now. 😅💘

[frostiecake]

Sam will always be an orange cat to me

[treacherousrift]

This is puppy coded Sam

[indiefox]

um. jet lag doggies

[raileurta]

My human!

Bots can be pretty overprotective and possessive over their human(s). Especially when being given affection or being cleaned. For example like this person with her lion.

I imagine one day Sam is giving Bumblebee a car wash when Barricade shows up.

The war is over in this au and he's reformed so he's not going to be blasted. Anyways he's got to talk with Sam about something but Bee is having none of that. He revva his engines, threatens him with a blaster, etc. Sam is like calm your maggy ass down. Doesn't work. So he has to finish the wash before he can talk to Barricade.

Another idea is one day Optimus gets hit with something that makes him revert to a feral thing using only his base coding for logic. The autobots are all there when it happens. At first it's kinda fine he's just acting like an overgrown puppy. Then the former decepticon barricade drives over to them with Sam inside to be dropped off. Optimus sees this then absolutely loses it and flings himself at them.

He flees very scared/confused, with Optimus in hot pursuit. The autobots explain through comm links what is happening with him. Eventually Optimus reaches them so Barricade has to transform to protect himself plus the human. When the prime sees Sam plopped out on the grass he immediately goes to grab him. Scared as hell Sam dodges the hand then books it to a little cave nearby. Barricade tries to fend off Optimus as long as he can but he's only one bot. When the prime beats him he runs after Sam trying to grab him again. Sam just in time manages to make it into the cave. The feral transformer desperately claws at the ground trying all he can to get him out. After a few minutes of frantic digging the human hears a kind old microwave type of noise that somehow is soothing? Sam takes a peak to see that Optimus was making the noise; with some of the most heartbroken eyes he's ever seen. When the autobots catch up they recognize the sound that's being made. Creators would use it to call for their sparklings. Finally knowing that Optimus didn't actually want to hurt Sam he comes out (I'm gay) of the cave. Big ole bot grabs him asap and affectionately nuzzles him, scent, hug, etc him.

It takes two days for the effects to wear off so Sam and Bee have to deal with a lot of mother heaning. He's protective of the other bots too but these two are his fragile babies!

[heartfullofleeches]

[Submissive Yan, Pet Play, Biting, Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Sam]

Puppy Reader employed at a local convenience store- A convenience store a street across from the funeral owned by the family of a certain mortician they've become well acquainted with in recent years. Needless to say, reader's job is far more relaxed with its dress code than the standards someone in Sammy's position should be held to.

"My ears and tail? My managers never say anything about it so I guess it's chill. I dunno what I'd do if I was in your shoes, Sam...Not that the way you dress is bad or anything!"

Darling can sense jealousy emanating off of Sammy whenever he visits for his nightly run. It's moreso directed at customers Darling allows to pet them, but Sam would be lying if he didn't think the collar they wore might fit better around his neck. Darling comes to the brilliant solution to buy Sammy his own accessories he can wear whenever he stops by their place. He's too embarrassed to do it in public, but he's comfortable enough around them- isn't he?

"This way we can both we dogs- What do you think, Sam?"

It's a sweet gesture- Sammy can see how happy Darling is to have someone share their interest, and if they're happy - Sam is too.

"You're such a good boy, Sammy- I have this leash I used sometimes to walk myself around my apartment. Maybe we can take turns with it!"

Sammy's more into it than they are- Dropping down on his hands and knees soon as they pull out their leash. They're kind enough to let Sam use their collar until they're able to purchase one for him. It was custom made for Darling so it bites into Sammy's skin whenever he puts it on, and that's just how he likes it.

Darling's never really been intimidated by Sam's height over them, but they use it to their advantage to assert their dominance over him. Playfully nipping at his fingers or neck when he bends down far enough- Climbing on top of him while he's seated and resting all their weight on him to keep him glued where he lays. It's all in good fun and they made sure Sam knew that before they started playing with him

"You give up, Sam?... S-sammy?! Did I bite you too hard?"

On the contrary.. Sammy wishes Darling was rougher with staking their claim over him. Sinking their teeth deeper into the side of his neck, till bruises ring every each of his throat for days. Being the submissive to a cute puppy like darling would fix Sam more than their innocent teasing breaks him

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Joaquin Torres is SO puppy-coded, I swear to god. Running after Sam, desperatly trying to be like him, trying to impress him, seeking his approval, his young eyes so full of love and adoration arghhhhhhhh </3

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

I.T. -Oneshot

Word count: 3082 *Took some inspiration from Garcia & Morgan from Criminal Minds.

“Get me in there, babygirl,” Bucky grunted.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a second sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers clicking away on her keyboard.  She could hear Bucky’s metal arm pounding into the door, trying to break in to free Sam from a trap that he’d accidentally fallen into.  The building was rigged to blow within just a few minutes, and they needed to get out fast.  She glanced at the screen, showing him scowling at the door then looking towards the camera, like he knew she was watching him.

“Quit staring at my ass and open the damn door!” he griped at the camera.

Y/N smirked as she typed the final code in and the door slid open.  “But it’s such a great looking ass,” she whined teasingly.

“Would you both knock it off and help me, please?!” Sam yelled.

Bucky ran into the room and undid the straps holding Sam down to the chair he was in, helping him get his wings back on before they both ran out of the room.  “Turn right,” Y/N said.  They turned right and booked it down the hallway toward the nearest exit.  “The Quinjet is ready but cloaked, so run straight out the door about 50 yards then step up.”  They both grunted in affirmation.  “God I love hearing men moan in my ear,” she smiled.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” Sam groaned, but Bucky laughed.

“Don’t give me any ideas, babygirl,” Bucky said lowly.

“Shut up!” Sam yelled at him before they both jumped into the hidden Quinjet, the door closing fast behind them before it lifted off then headed back to headquarters.

“What’s wrong, Sammy baby?” Y/N said in a sing-song voice.  

She could see through the camera in the Quinjet as Sam looked up at it and flipped her off.  Bucky knocked his hand down, making Sam huff indignantly, then looked at the camera with his signature, dead sexy smirk.  “Take us home, Mama.”

“Mmh, I love it when you call me Mama,” Y/N replied.

“Stop it!” Sam screamed.

***

“Hey, babygirl,” Bucky greeted her later that night.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Y/N greeted him back, turning in her chair.  “Hey Sammy baby–”

“No,” Sam said, holding a finger up to her.  “Just check my wings, please.  I’m not in the mood for this weird, flirty banter right now.”

“Jeez, you get caught once and you’re all Mr. Grumpy Gills,” Y/N frowned at him, taking the pack from him and setting it on her desk.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “I’m going to bed,” he groaned, turning from the room and quickly walking out before anything else could be said.

“What’s up his ass?” Y/N asked Bucky offhandedly, her hands opening Sam’s wings and checking them over for any issues.

“He’s just butthurt he had to be saved,” Bucky scoffed.  “He’ll be fine.”  He walked around the desk to stand next to her, his metal arm flinging over her shoulder.  “So, have you thought about my offer?”

It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Buck, what do I need training for?  I’m I.T., just sitting here, behind a desk, far away from the real action.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to defend yourself,” Bucky retorted for the hundredth time.  “Please, babygirl?” He squeezed her shoulder and made her turn to face him, giving her his best puppy dog-eyed, pleading stare.  

Y/N tried not to be swayed, but his big, baby blue eyes were too much for her.  She whined again, stomping her feet.  “Alright, fine.”  Bucky’s bright smile blinded her.  “But you have to make it worth my while,” she said with a wicked smile, her eyebrow arching at him.

“Mmh?  And how’s that?” Bucky said, his smile matching hers.

“I’ll train with you as long as you wear that way too tight tank top,” Y/N smirked dangerously.  She and Bucky had a teasing, flirty relationship from the beginning, but lately it had been pushing a lot of boundaries, both of them seeing how far the other would go.

Bucky leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.  “Just for you, babygirl,” he said quietly.  She gasped as he kissed the tip of her nose, then squeezed her one more time before releasing her and walking out the door.  “See you tomorrow, 7:00 a.m. sharp!”

“Seven?!” Y/N scoffed.

***

Y/N regretted the training the moment it started.  Now she was four weeks of sessions in, and as much as she could tell she was getting a little stronger and getting the moves down better, the real endurance came from her sanity being tested each time as Bucky walked in with his Winter Soldier swagger, workout joggers and the tight tank top she had requested.  She was kicking herself now for that request, since it did nothing but distract her, building a pool of jittery, sexual tension in her gut that was exacerbated by their flirty banter.

“Come on, babygirl, strategize.  How do you get out of this?” Bucky asked as he pinned her arms behind her back, his weight on top of her as she lay on the floor.

“Ugh, I don’t,” Y/N grunted, squirming against his hold.  “I think you just like manhandling me.”

Bucky laughed then leaned down to her ear.  “You have no idea,” he whispered suggestively.  “Now think.  What can you do?”

Y/N squirmed again, then got a scandalous idea.  She relaxed the upper half of her body, her hands twisting to grip his hands holding her and squeezing them, while she arched her back and pushed her ass up and into his groin, grinding against him.  Bucky gasped, his hands loosening enough that she was able to pull them out of his grasp, twist around and maneuver herself to flip him onto his back.  Her hips sat squarely on top of his hips as she straddled his lap, her hands grabbing his wrists and pulling them above his head, putting her full weight on him.  She grunted and smiled when she finally overpowered him.  “How does it feel being manhandled, huh?” she panted above him.  

Bucky’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape and his own breathing heavy as he stared up at her.  Y/N suddenly realized the position she had put them in, and her triumphant smirk fell as she started to panic.  She let go of his wrists and started to sit up, which only made it so she could feel something hard against her core.  Before she could try to move off of him Bucky quickly hoisted himself up and pushed her onto her back, his hips settling in between her legs as he laid on her front and pinned her wrists above her head with his metal hand, his flesh elbow keeping him hovering over her.  “As much as I love you manhandling me, I can’t keep doing this anymore,” he huffed, his gaze flickering across her face.  

“Doing what?” Y/N whispered.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her lips.

As much as her heart was pounding with her anxiety, she felt herself nodding.  “Do you want me?” she asked.

Bucky smirked and slightly rolled his hips into her, pushing the proof of his desire into her, making her lightly gasp.  “Fuck yeah,” he answered.  He leaned down and kissed her deeply, pulling another gasp from her.  Y/N felt like she was melting as his lips seemingly injected a deep calm through her skin, overriding the anxiety and letting her relax into the desire she had been feeling for so long.  Her legs instinctively lifted and she hooked her ankles behind his hips, pulling his lower half into her firmly as she kissed him back.  He hummed against her lips, letting go of her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her, and she took the opportunity to cup his face in her hands, her fingers scratching at his beard gently.  

She angled her head to deepen the kiss further, opening her mouth to lick at his bottom lip.  Bucky smiled and opened his mouth to her, letting her taste him, his tongue indulging in hers.  “Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, slightly pulling away so he could start kissing her cheek and down to her neck,  sucking a spot just beneath her jaw as he dry humped into her.  “I wanna have you.  Can I fuck you?  Huh?  Please babygirl I can’t–”

“Take me to bed, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers scratching up into his hair, making him moan.  

Bucky pulled them both off of the floor, carrying her out of the personal training room they were in and walking down the hall to the elevator.  Y/N took her turn kissing, licking and sucking along his neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.  When it finally opened up to the personal quarters floor he marched out, holding her tight.  If there was anyone there, neither of them noticed or cared.  He reached his room and shut the door loudly, locking it then caging her against it, his kisses incessant and needy.  Now that they were in private his hands started to roam more, feeling down her back, her sides, then kneading her ass cheeks.  “God, you feel so good,” he groaned.  “Taste so good,” he said, licking at her jaw again.  Y/N whined at the urgency she could feel building in her belly, her nails scratching at his back.  “Fuck, you sound good, too.  Hearing you flirt with me in my ear during missions.  Your voice getting breathy and sexy, calling me all kinds of sweet things.  Jesus, you drive me crazy!”

“Can you blame me?” Y/N breathed with a smile.  “With your sexy ass?”

Bucky huffed a laugh, his breath fanning her collarbone before he pulled her away from the door and turned to walk to his bed, laying her down on it gently before he started pulling off her clothes.  Y/N helped him as best as she could until she lay naked beneath him.  He stared at her in awe, his hands slowly and gently feeling her up.  “So beautiful,” he whispered reverently.  Y/N smiled sweetly at him, then tugged at his shirt.  Bucky quickly undressed himself, and her eyes widened.  The tight tank top didn’t do him justice, and getting to see him in his full naked glory was almost overwhelming.  

“Goddamn, Barnes, you need a license for that thing,” Y/N said, looking at his cock.

Bucky doubled over laughing before climbing up the bed to hover over her.  “Only you could turn some sexy time into a joke,” he chuckled, kissing her chest and massaging her breasts in his hands.  

“No joke, I’m actually a bit afraid you won’t fit,” Y/N said, smiling but genuinely feeling hesitant and worried.

“I’ll take care of you, babygirl, don’t stress,” Bucky murmured as he lazily kissed and licked at her nipples, making her squirm.  His flesh hand felt down her stomach, over her hips until he nestled it in between her legs, his fingers stroking over her lower lips.  His breath stuttered when he felt how wet she already was, and his thumb rubbed at her clit as his other fingers prodded at her pussy, dipping in one slowly, then after a while another.  

Y/N’s breathing quickened, her stomach flinching at particularly deep thrusts of his fingers and at how his tongue flicked over her nipples.  She started to grind her hips into his hand, her hands holding his head against her breasts, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.  She could feel the orgasm building rapidly.  “Buck…I…oh my god!” she nearly shrieked.

“I’ve got you babygirl, cum for me,” Bucky grunted against her breast, sucking her nipple harshly into his mouth.

He added a third finger, stretching her to get ready for him, then as her pussy relaxed his fingers curled inside her and his thumb flicked her clit just right, making her stiffen then moan loudly as she finally fell apart, her hips trembling as he helped her ride out her orgasm.  Bucky moaned as well, his deep voice vibrating into her breast.  When she stopped shaking he gently pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his eye level.  He stared at her slick on his fingers, then looked her in the eyes as he stuck them in his mouth, sucking her off of himself.  He groaned and she exhaled sharply, her desire coming back full force.  “You’re delicious, babygirl,” he said quietly.  He hauled himself up and positioned himself between her legs, his flesh hand gripping his cock and pumping it as he rubbed the tip through her pussy lips.  “You ready?” he asked, glancing up at her.

“Yes, please sweet cheeks,” Y/N begged, her hands reaching down to his hips and pulling him forward.

“So desperate for my cock,” Bucky smirked.  “Fuck, you gonna be let me fill you up, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” she nodded frantically, her ankles hooking behind him again and trying to pull him in.

“Whose pussy is this?” Bucky asked, slapping his cock on her clit.

“FUCK!  YOURS!  It’s your pussy!”  Y/N yelped, her breathing getting more erratic with how desperate she felt to be filled.  “Please, Buck, don’t tease me anymore.  I’m gonna lose it.”

“Good,” he said, his voice getting lower and raspy.  “That’s just how I want you.”  Without warning he thrust into her, shoving all of himself in.  Y/N’s back arched at the mix of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch, sucking in a deep breath like she’d just come up for air.  Bucky shuddered above her, his flesh arm slightly shaking as his face twisted in deep desire.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “You feel amazing.  God…fuck…how do you feel this good?”

Y/N was jittery again, still shaking from how much the pleasure was rippling through her lower half and up her spine.  She’d never felt so full, so whole before.  Her hands slid up his back, feeling every dip and curve of muscle.  “Bucky,” she whined.

Bucky shivered again, his head hanging low.  “Babygirl, if you keep saying my name like that, I’m not gonna last,” he said, his hips rutting into her.  She whined low in her throat, and he finally braced himself differently and thrust again.  He set a hard but steady pace, each snap nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.  He leaned down and hugged her tight against him again like down in the training room.  He kissed her deeply, immediately tasting her again, making her head swim.  Y/N felt delirious.  The fact that she was here, in this moment, surrounded completely by everything him, was overwhelming in the best way.

Her arms wound behind his back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as the pressure built in her belly again.  She tucked her face into the crook of his neck.  “Sweet…ungh…cheeks, I’m gonna c-cum,” Y/N slurred, her mouth opening wide in a silent moan.

“Fuck yes, please, babygirl, cum on my cock,” Bucky huffed against her cheek, his hot breaths in her ear.  He nibbled her earlobe as his metal hand traveled down her side to her leg, hiking it up just a little higher over his hip then giving her ass cheek a hard slap.  She cried out as he hit that spot deep inside with the new angle, shaking against him as she teetered on the edge of the cliff of her pleasure.  “That’s it, Y/N, my baby, my girl.  My sweet pussy.  Let me have it!”  He pounded into her and she finally fell, screaming as she came, biting his shoulder as she spasmed and her pussy gripped him strongly.  Bucky whimpered then shuddered hard, moaning loudly in her ear as he came.  She could feel his hot cum filling her, and it made the aftershocks more intense, making her shiver violently against him.  Her eyes rolled back as he continually rutted everything he had into her, slowing to a stop when he finished.

Bucky panted above her, trying to breathe normally again as his forehead rested against her cheek.  “Holy fucking shit, babygirl, that was…god, I can’t even think straight,” he chuckled, kissing her face until he pulled away to look at her.  Y/N was gone to the world, her eyes shut  with tears streaming from the sides, her head lolled lazily to the side, her mouth agape and a small line of saliva dribbling down the side of her face.  “Jesus, Y/N, did I fuck you dumb?”  Bucky huffed a laugh in surprise, adjusting himself so his flesh hand could reach up and wipe her mouth and eyes.  He tapped her cheek lightly and she hummed.  “I’m sorry, babygirl, I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t ever apologize for making me cum so hard I nearly fainted, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her voice gravelly from how hard she screamed.  “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before in my life.”

Bucky laughed, kissing her face again and cupping the side of her face to look at him.  She peeled her eyes open to see him staring at her with an adoring smile.  She smiled back at him, her hands reaching up to run through his hair again.  He hummed then kissed her lips sweetly.  “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he confessed, his eyes looking hopeful but a little scared.

“Me, too,” Y/N replied.  “I-I know we joke and flirt a lot, but I really like you, as more than just friends.”

Bucky’s smile widened and he let out a soft sigh.  “Thank god,” he said.  “I like you, too.  A lot.  Probably way too much.”

Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes.  “So obsessed with me, sweet cheeks.  I mean really, get a hobby.”

Bucky laughed, dropping his forehead on her shoulder as they both shook from laughter against each other.  “Well, you’re my new hobby now, babygirl.  So you better get used to me being utterly,” he kissed her neck, “and ridiculously,” he kissed her jaw, “obsessed with you.”  He kissed her deeply again, pulling a low hum from her.  

When he pulled away she smiled, then it twisted into something conspiratorial.  “Sam’s gonna be so sick of us.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, making her laugh harder.  “Fuck him.”

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.2

-while angel loves no one more than david, no one infuriates them more than he does (could apply to all mates)

-darlin’ tries to trip david every time he walks in front of them

-lasko is so obsessed with dear, he trails after them like a lost puppy all day (even when they're at damn)

-gavin is 100% addicted to sugar (he’s always eating candy and desserts and drinking sweet drinks)

-darlin’ is insanely ticklish but the only one knows is sam because no one else would dare get that close to them (sam comes up behind them and pokes their sides while they’re not paying attention and they flinch hella hard) ((he also tickles them when they’re in bed together))

-as a teen, darlin’s parents would not let them do anything without david (because they would undoubtedly get into trouble otherwise)

-vincent acts incredibly corny ironically just because it annoys/embarrasses lovely every time

-darlin’ is a pretzel purist (obsessed with them)

-if gavin is arguing with freelancer, giving him a lollipop with make him shut up 99% of the time 

-gavin and freelancer look at each other in sync and judge other people

-asher and baabe argue once a year

-freelancer and gavin fought like one time in their first year of dating and it made freelancer cry like a lot especially to damien (he told gavin after they made up “never let me catch you making my best friend cry again, do you hear me?”) 

-david and darlin’ are 100% siblings coded

-every other week david, asher, milo, and darlin gather together somewhere and talk about their mates and other stuff (mainly their mates) ((sturniolo triplets style))

bonus +

asher: “we’re shifters, of course, our love language is biting the shit out of each other”

milo: “we’re shifters, of course, i'll fight you if you touch my lower back no matter who you are”

darlin’: “we’re shifters, just because i respect the pack hierarchy, doesn’t mean i respect the people in said hierarchy”

david: “we’re shifters, of course, as alpha, i’m legally allowed to beat the shit out of all of you for the sake of “keeping the pack in line””

[shallowseeker]

Cas is right. Dean, with all of his free will intact, would NOT have murdered the Stynes kid.

Like Cas, with his free will intact, would never have murdered Samandriel.

Their assessments of one another are actually correct.

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Both are on their way to becoming mindless super-soldiers who feel nothing.

And essentially, they tell each other, "you're gonna have to go through me" (to become that).

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Some similarities in the fight scenes:

They both reach out a hand to the other's shoulder, saying the other's name:

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Both twist the other's hand away:

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They ask each other to: "Stop," both telling the other in so many words that "this isn't you."

Their styles differ, of course. Dean goads Cas defiantly: "Come on you coward, do it!" Cas tries to remain level-headed and controlled, only moving to block and restrain.

Essentially, their desires are the same, for the other to stop.

///

With everyone telling them who they should be, and trying to make them into things other than what their big hearts would actually want, they beg each other to stay as they are.

I don't want you to be what they want you to be.

Just be you. Just be.

///

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And then, much like Cas in the crypt... flight. Cas leaves.

Dean leaves.

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And here's what's on my mind... They were both GOOD at being soldiers. Unbelievably good.

Their talents were recognized early and exploited. They became chained to their respective battle aptitudes.

Both had to reckon with becoming addicted to war, to the feeling of adrenaline and black-and-white causes (see: Purgatory, hunting, etc.). Both often feel too much responsibility, punishing themselves and undertaking penance.

They struggled with thinking it's all they were good for, battle or WORK.

Or worse. For Dean, it was often being one of the "crazy ones," only "good for a fling." For Cas, it was often "being expendable."

They're looked down upon by the likes of Metatron: Cas is like a "dumb puppy," a "stupid, lumbering jock." Even Crowley talks to Dean this way on occasion: "It's math (idiot)."

It's also like when Death calls Cas a "stupid soldier." Or when the British Men of Letters call the ones on the ground doing the fighting and getting their hands dirty "dogs." Or when Henry calls hunters "apes."

Despite their supposed "legacy lineage," Sam and Dean inherited the Campbell class. The soldier class.

Interesting to me that Jack inherits this, too. Despite his aptitude for nearly everything he touches (computers, research, even blossoming machete skills when he kills Noah the Gorgon), Jack too will inherit this Campbell-coded "stupidity."

That's what Chuck charges him with in Unity: "TOO STUPID."

Jack has Cas and Dean's class: the soldier class.

[holyfreaks]

"sam is evil" "sam is lamb coded" "sam is boring" well first of all sam is puppy that i pet and put a collar on and give scritches so jot that down

[slvtforoldermen]

Why Is It Wrong, If It Feels So Right?

Masterlist

Summary: Joel has doubts…

Pairing: NoOutbreak!DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Genre: Smut with Angst and a fluffy ending

Warnings: Daddy kink, morally ambiguous Joel, age gap (20/56), unprotected piv (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Word Count: 875

A/N: Happy 49th Birthday Mr Pascal!! 🩷🩷🩷 I love this man to my entire end, honestly he’s my comfort in these times 😭 I hope he knows how much he means to me and lots of others.

He shouldn’t be doing this. God, he watched you grow up, it’s wrong, it’s so so wrong. You’ve just come back from college, and here you are, underneath him, moaning as he pounds into you like it’s the civil war and a doctor is on the way to mutilate him. He knows what people would say if they found out, you’re only so young, nothing past a child. His best friend’s baby girl, getting drilled into by a man who has never felt so good in his life then he did in that moment.

“Joel?” The whimper ends off with a question, Joel slows his thrusts ever so slightly.

“What is it baby?” His voice is soft, gentle, and a groan escapes his lips as you clench slightly.

“You seem upset,” You mumble, looking up at him. “Did i do something?”

“Oh Angel, no no,” He whispers. “You didn’t do nothing wrong.” You nod and moan slightly as Joel changes the position, pulling you around so now he’s against the headboard with you on his lap and he’s thrusting up from underneath. “Just in my own head, darlin’, tell you after.”

“Promise?”

“Promise sweet girl,” He whispers against your shoulder, his thrusts coinciding with your grinding, and he groans. “Fuck babygirl, gonna make me cum.”

“Me too, daddy,” You whimper. God that word, he’d heard you say it so many times in his life, when you were a kid, and then just recently when he would fuck you into tomorrow. You knew it got him there, that it was practically a cheat code in his system in making him cum. But today was different; from the overwhelming emotion, he would be crying if your pussy wasn’t so tight.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me,” He whispers. He feels your cunt clench around him and then spasm as you shake before falling against him, his hand rubbing against your back.

He can’t cum. Not right now.

As if like magic, his cock falls out and goes soft. This hasn’t happened before, ever. He’s somehow managed to turn himself off. Maybe it was easier because he’s older.

You make a confused squeak as he rolls you off him, and he pulls his sweatpants back on.

“Joel?” Your meek voice came from the bed, and your hands reached his firm bicep, he feels your cheek press against his back. “You didn’t cum.” He shakes his head.

“It’s fine, baby,” He whispers and kiss the side of your head.

“No, I wanna—“

“Darlin’, leave it, alright,” He says, his voice stern and angry. But it wasn’t at you, no, he couldn’t ever get angry at you, not when you were looking at him the way you were looking at him now. “I have to go…”

“You promised…” Your quiet voice almost whimpered as he stood up to leave, grabbing his Tshirt from the floor. “You promised you’d tell me what was wrong.” Joel squeezes his eyes shut, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Was it me?”

Joel turns on his foot, grabbing one of his shirts that he’s left here over the week, and he pulls it over your head.

“Baby, it’s never you,” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “It’s just me, thinking too much.” You look so small in his shirt, and he sighs.

“Then can you tell me?” You ask, sad, big eyes looking up at him, as if a puppy begging for a treat. “Joel, please.”

“Babygirl… you just… you’re too good for me… and I’m… I’m too old for you, I’m a bad man,” Joel whispers, his hand presses against your cheek.

“No, you’re not-“ You started before he shushed you.

“I’m too old for you sweetheart, there’s no doubt about that,” Joel kneels in front of you. “And your dad-“

“Joel…” You sigh. “We’ve had this conversation, so many times, and we’ve always come out with the same conclusion… Why is it wrong, if it feels so right? That’s what you said to me, the first time.”

“I know but-“

“But what? But… I don’t turn you on anymore? But you don’t find me attractive? You’re just here out of pity?” You ask.

“No, baby- god, no!” Joel shakes his head. “I just… I feel so bad… knowing your father is right next door. I love you but that adrenaline of being caught doesn’t excite me anymore, it scares me, to no end.”

There was a moment of silence as you looked at him.

“You love me?” You say.

“What?” Joel replies, his cheeks flushing red under his greying beard.

“You love me!” You smile as you stand up and then you laugh. “You said that you love me.”

“Alright, have your fun,” Joel sighs, crossing his arms as you dance around, chanting the same three words, that he loves you. Though, he can’t help the smirk that appears on his face. It goes for a few minutes, before you settle, panting and walking back to his feet.

“I… I love you too,” You smile, still breathing heavily; Joel smiles widely at you.

“You do?”

“I do… I love you so so much.” Joel wraps you in his arms.

“My girl… I love you too.”

[deerdoegone]

LOVE INTEREST TYPOLOGY, TWO.

I JUST THREW OUT THE LOVE OF MY DREAMS looking for inspiration for your love interest? maybe you have a fandom-based significant other you want to fit your dr better, or maybe you want to start from scratch and create your own significant other? feel free to use this for yourself or even friends, but this held romantic intentions and was requested.

these are all best for whatever you would like but i see them more commonly in small towns, romcoms, and high school / college realities. geeky articulation with a shy, low, or demotivated social aspect, quirky and humorous when they finally open up. keeper of messenger bags and rectangular glasses, brown converse and silly socks. are you copper and tellurium? because you're cute! get it? no? tough crowd... these things make me think of the following tropes and character labels. THE NERD. THE ACADEMIC ATHLETE. GUY NEXT DOOR. THE CLOSET GEEK.

FACE CLAIMS. marcus scribner. algee smith. justice smith. xu minghao. jordan gonzalez. aramis knight. anirudh pisharody. j.q. quintel. dane dehaan. sam marin. jordan fisher. elliot fletcher. 2000s matthew lilard. 2000s jared padalecki. matthew gray gubler. chidi anagonye. danny pudi. paul dano. cory michael smith. matt bennett.devon bostick, as always. dev patel. freddy carter. tyler james williams. mark eydelshteyn.ivan mok. frank waln. bayardo de murguia. tokala black elk. dakota beavers. phillip bread. tom holland. josh o'connor. lakeith stanfield. daniel kaluuya. lil rel howery. alfred enoch. literally any man who has played spiderman. asia jackson. halle bailey. lola tung. storm reid. emily alabi. kylee russell. minnie mills. maitreyi ramakrishnan. lee joo-won / jooe. reina triendl. tomoko kawase. jazz jennings. amita suman. won minji. amber midthunder. anya taylor joy. ayo edibiri. ayesha madon. ashley argota. billie lourd. benedetta gargari. belissa escobedo. zion moreno. zhou dongyu. margaret qualley. nicole kidman. katheryn winnick. grace van dien. birgundi baker. bailey bass. lee jinsook. tiffany meia. thaddea graham. rio uchida. sheena lim. ramona young. 2000s america ferrera. park so dam. neelam gil. cierra ramirez. haskiri velazquez. doechii. eva noblezada. isabella lovestory is perfect for the closet geek.

PERSONALITY TRAITS. witty. clever. intelligent. incentive. original. aloof. responsible. patient. ambitious. resourceful. loyal. genuine. honest. open-minded. introverted. determined. esthetic. humorous. optimistic. idealistic. committed. carefree. daring. friendly. quiet. shy. strong individualism. thoughtful. well-mannered. unafraid to state their own ideas and opinions. sweet. good-natured. maybe even confident or brave. cutely awkward. analytic. empathetic. driven to do what's right. traits i think align more with the closet geek instead of all tropes are charming. bold. admirable. lively. romantic. leader. debonair. daring. friendly. fun-loving. hedonistic. suave. optimistic. self-reliant. fierce. sociable. idolized. center of attention.

HOBBIES AND HABITS. collecting, maybe comic books or action figures. coding. programming. cinephilia. hacking. reading. board games. cosplay. some form of art, such as drawing or ceramics. video games. photography. studying/researching. puzzles. lego building. something with science or math. blogging. fashion or robotics design. playing some sort of instrument, like the piano. table tennis. scrapbooking. repairing or building electronics. speedsolving.

LOVE LANGUAGES. words of affirmation. resting their lips against your lip, not necessarily kissing. hand holding under desks. puppy dog eyes when they really want to hang out with you. telling you all about their interests and teaching you the rules to their favorite board games. weird, but reading wiki articles together—trust me. melting every time you kiss them. quality time. the whole smiling and giddy attitude when you get mentioned or they get to see you soon. prank wars, but not the obnoxious ones youtubers do nowadays.

POSSIBLE AESTHETICS. for the closet geek, i think of baddie. 2000s party girl. indie sleaze. bloghouse. britpop. mcbling. succubus chic. agejo. kurogal. shoe diva. in general, i think of nerd/geek. prep. office siren. all forms of academia. supernatural (tv show) is an aesthetic if you believe in it hard enough. balletcore. amekaji. twee. kogal. scene. indie. tweemo. related pinboard.

[kentjohnson91]

Today is World Autism Day so here is (from the perspective of someone who is indeed autistic) Things NHL Players Do/Have Done that are so ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) Coded:

(this is not me claiming any of these people are autistic this is purely for jokes)

- Dawson Mercer’s parents once returned to their home after being out and he had straight up built a shed in the yard just for fun (okay special interest in building)

- Nate Bastian (apparently) doesn’t understand anything they write on the whiteboards on the bench unless they strictly use like X’s and O’s to represent players💀

- Any of them with their silly superstitions (McDavids socks, Crosbys jock, etc etc)

- A video i saw of Sam Montembeault holding his puppy up to his face and having a whole conversation with it. (he was switching between french and english because he didn’t know which language she preferred 😭)

- The Minnesota Wild broadcasters (lovingly) joked that they love(d) interviewing Connor Dewar because he talked so damn fast that they had time for way more questions than usual

- The players with lego obsessions (Sharangovich, Duhaime, etc)

- The players with Game of Thrones obsessions (Dewar, Lauko)

- Goalies that play the piano (Cooley (AHL), Woll, probably more)

- I heard a rumor that a lot of the goalies (including Luukkonen, Wolf, Blackwood) are the opposite of Connor Ingram (who has like really bad OCD) and crave touch all the time 😭

- Nate Bastians ability to make friends and talk to people everywhere he goes (he was an extra in the movie Goon: The Last of the Enforcers as a teenager, interviewed people at the VMA’s once, and yaps his way through life)

- the entire concept of the goalie love, goalie hugs, and goalie protection that proves they’re all a bit special

- Matthew Tkachuk ferally tearing (maybe eating) the collars off his t-shirts

- any of them (mostly tkachuk) that eats the shit out of their mouth guard

there’s probably plenty more and please feel free to share them cause i love them💗💗