#light samjack

[sweet-little-tank-top-number]

Saw the comment a while back that Sam “collects brothers like Pokémon” and my brain chirped this Siblings AU out like a dot matrix printer:

Sam - Oldest sister, but not the oldest sibling. Has eldest daughter syndrome. Brilliant and has no problem keeping up with the boys, but often saddled with additional physical and emotional responsibilities/burdens. Both within the family (at first) and societally, she keeps being pigeonholed as “The Girl” and has to fight it tooth and nail.

Teal’c - Oldest brother. Half-brother from a prior relationship. Big age gap. Bit of a culture difference due to the other side of his family. His name is from his other parent’s culture. He took the English name “Murray” for professional reasons, but his younger half-sibs are all good eggs and use his true name. Was the only child for a long time before the younger batch came along. Recognizes and respects Sam’s efforts and always treats her as an equal.

Cam - Older brother. But only by like a year or two. Oldest full sibling and left the household as soon as possible for school/work, but came back into the fold later. Not as close with the siblings when he first came back and had to rebuild the relationship. He knows everything about them on paper but had to work to emotionally connect. Technically, he’s the oldest of the full-sibs, but he defers to Sam and her experience. More like co-captains.

Daniel - Sam’s twin. Her partner in crime. Closest of all the siblings. But she’s 7 and a half minutes older and never lets him forget it. Equally brilliant but in different ways. Always ready to sass with each other. But while Sam was parentified, he was more free, being a younger son and all. Since Sam bears more familial responsibility, Daniel is more able to follow his heart and go outside the lines.

Vala - Younger sister. She and Sam didn’t get along when they were little; she resisted Sam’s attempts at parenting (not realizing until she was older that the parentification was forced on Sam). The black sheep. The rebellious one who left the house at a young age and got herself into some heinous situations out in the world. After returning home, her relationship with Sam is strained and awkward at first, but the two eventually grow close.

Jonas - Baby brother. Wildly intelligent and a bit sheltered. The optimist. Even more of an idealist than Daniel and that’s saying something. Brings out the best in all of his siblings. Sam is protective of him… but she’s still his sister and she’s still gonna give him a hard time now and again, that’s just what siblings do.

Bonus:

I have permanent samjack shipping goggles welded to my face and I am physically incapable of seeing Jack as a sibling/blood relative, so…

Jack - Oldest brother Teal’c’s best friend. Meets Daniel long before he meets Sam and after a rocky start to the friendship, he ends up close with Daniel too. Hears all about her from the boys, but doesn’t meet Sam until later. Even in a version of this AU with no military regs, there’s still a barrier between them; the age gap and the fact that she’s the sister of his friends makes a relationship between them taboo. At first. They get over it.

[thepunkmuppet]

every day I lament jack kline being in only the last few seasons of supernatural, because as well-written as he and his whole arc genuinely is, the rest of that portion of the show is uuuuh ASS, not to mention visually boring.

every day I imagine tiny babyface jack filmed with the grainy aesthetic, the gorgeous high-contrast lighting and dark greyish filter… shots of him in the dark with his eyes glowing like a little cryptid, him in the car at night, him appearing out of nowhere in sam and dean’s hotel rooms. him using his powers with late 2000s limited CGI, and more of the vibe of early seasons angels where their powers aren’t big and flashy and glowy but they feel more eldritch and scary…. static and exploding glass and uncanny not-quite-humannness…. OH it’s just so good

also please consider that alexander calvert was twenty years old in 2010 (season 5, aka when lucifer was first in the show) and FIFTEEN during season 1. closest picture I could find to what a 2000s seasons jack would look like is THIS

I love my son bro :(

ALSO HE FUCKING LOOKS LIKE SAM I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF WHY DIDN’T THEY GIVE HIM THIS HAIRCUT THE SAMJACK PARALLELS WOULD’VE HIT EVEN HARDER

anyways I would change absolutely nothing about jack or the way his story ended, but MAN the early seasons aesthetic….. OOOOUGHGHHH HE DESERVES IT HE’S TOO GOOD FOR THE LATER SEASONS BRO I NEED 2000’S HORROR CRYPTID JACK

[prowlingthunder]

WIP Title Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS*.

Got tagged by @ann-i-inthestars

*yeah okay that’s not happening.

A Child of Blood

Birds of a Feather

Wolfthreat

Denguards

Witcher!Buffy

Red

[sybil and athena]

A Mother’s Love

Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon

Minor Troubles

Roses in Stained Glass

The Ripple Effect

Des and Noct swap places

Dragon’s Breath

[Eddie Finch]

[Jake Finch]

[Hobbit/RW]

[Killing Stalking/Fallout3]

[RW/PJO]

In a God’s Bedroom

[ST/RW]

Brothers And Sisters

[Thor/RW]

[WTNC/Arcana]

Foxkits

[CSI NY Lupercalia]

[Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups]

Hell Hath No Fury

The Devil’s Luck

Highschool

[Sil/F8]

(Best Laid Plans)

Outsider

The GOAT

Big Town Blues

Radstorm

Line-dried Laundry

(Porns Start Like This)

[Inside Pandora’s Box]

[Pandora’s Divide]

Russian Roulette

[Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic]

Snow Angels

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Winter Animals

All The Things I Didn’t Say

[silquinn daemonfic]

Justice for All scriptflip

Witcher!River

Ascendent Ab Infernis

to abstain from doing harm

A General Gift

Nicias/Nicola/Caleb

Triplets!verse

Cathedral of You fanfic

Dawnfire

Prompto/Cor

Galahdian!Noctis

Galahdian!Prompto

Galahdian!Gladio

Galadian!Ignis

The Feral Coeurl of Galahd

Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic

[legion beaucoup] sequal

Terrible Things

Papa!Nyx

Vampire!Shields

[modern ardyn/ravus au]

herbwitch!Ignis

Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic

[transplant fics]

Vipers Victim

Caleb first heat in insomnia

give a brother wings

snowchild

Clonebaby genderbender au

Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort

Charon/Hermes/Zag

Wolflords

Caran Dagra

Starlight, Starbright

Blood and Water

Black Cats and Broken Mirrors

Step Two

[Bioshock ABO]

[Heron/Seraphim fix-it]

(This is what it’s like)

(wolf fur and dragon teeth)

All The Little Children

Puppy At Heart

Batman/Hawkgirl

Brad Wayne

[Genji Lives]

[Yuuma Op]

Nest of Vipers

[Stanfic]

[Genji Lives Path]

[McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans]

Taijo Aitai fanfic

Quadrature

Kagome, Kagome

Coal Dust

Blood and Ashes

The Chosen Ones

What Happened To Gavin

[RPF: PT meets lR]

Jedi!Shmi

Mirshko/Cody

Snowdrops

Son of Sands

Wolves

[Jeeri Stormwitch thing]

Supernova

Revan+Wolves

Monsters in the Dark

A Pocket Ful of Sand

[tcw/ep7 timetravel]

Sempiternal Energy

The Prophecy

Impulse

Matchstick/Hell

Abo gullet fic

Impulse/Selhat

broke down my walls because of you

so I'm just a dead man crawling

Safe sex

Shmijango slave au

Everybody wingfic

[SamJack]

[cohabitation fic]

Bad Plan

Marching Band

What Big Sisters Are For

Homecoming

[Arrow/RW Multiverse]

[Papa!Cye]

Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch

Little shadows far reaching

[keith and marie]

witchwolves

[Human!geralt]

[jackandthesoulmates]

Sun and Moon and Samuel

Author: jackandthesoulmates / tintentrinkerin

Title: Sun and Moon and Samuel

Created for @spnkinkbingo and @spndarkbingo

Square filled: anal sex (kink bingo), dark magic (dark bingo)

Pairing: onesided Samjack, implied unrequited Deansam, 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: non con, somnophilia, dark!jack, dark magic, POV: perpetrator, coming untouched, dead dove: do not eat!

Word count: 1956

Sometimes Sam falls asleep in the most uncomfortable poses and places. His head would sink on the desk in the library, he passes out in the passenger seat of the Impala. Sometimes he drops like dead weight on the bed in a shabby old motel, fully clothed, not even slipping out of his shoes.

Jack doesn’t sleep much. It’s hard for him to relax when needed. The ritual of sleep is weird to him. People go to bed for that. As soon as it’s dark outside, the sun has set, some people shower. Dean does. Sam showers in the morning. Castiel has no sense of night and day, sleeping or being awake. Humans, they brush their teeth, undress, then put on their pajama’s go to bed. Sam reads until he falls asleep. Dean listens to classic rock. And Jack? Jack sleeps maybe an hour or two. He doesn’t dream. At least not anymore since he burned his whole soul away.

Did the snake sleep, before Jack gave it salvation?

To Jack, sleeping feels like being unconscious for a while and then just to wake up to realize it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and no one is awake but him. Nothing stirs. The bunker is pitch black and silent like a grave. Well, sometimes Dean can’t sleep and when Jack is on one of his nightly tours through the halls, he is tempted to sit by him, maybe ask him for a sip of whiskey, but he is never really sure about Dean. If Dean wants to protect or kill him. Jack is not afraid. He’s afraid of nothing anymore. He’s like the skeleton of a whale who died on the shore somewhere far away and the sea has washed away his flesh, his organs, his life. All that’s left is bleak white bones, a hollow rib cage where birds nest in spring after a successful mating season.

The only thing that really catches Jack’s attention is Sam and his habits. Oh, Sam.

When he still had his soul, Jack would say, he had a major crush on him. His heart would jump, his palms sweat, he would feel dizzy when they touched. Oh, how much he had loved it. Now, all of this is gone. It’s become a habit for Jack to study Sam. To find out who he really is. Deep down, under all these layers of sass, wisdom and his caring nature. There has to be more. There is always more to it, Jack must know. If there hadn’t been more to himself than being the offspring of Lucifer, he wouldn’t feel so hollow now. Something was taken from him and he wouldn’t miss it if it hadn’t been there in the first place. He tries imitating himself, but it’s like putting on a mask that doesn’t quite fit.

He clings onto the faint imprint of a romantic crush he felt for Sam. Something that had kept him absent-minded and focused at the same time. Falling back in love with him - Jack knows it won’t work but he tries anyway.

Sam looks like an old oil painting when he sleeps. Jack would stand in his door for hours and just watch him shift and turn in his sheets. He sleeps naked and Jack is oddly fascinated about Sam’s noises, his dreams, the gasps and most of all, how his cock grows hard and then softens again, without Sam doing anything about it. Sometimes he would reach down to stroke himself once or twice in a short moment of waking, but he never does more. Sam’s sheets would always be pushed to the side. Sam needs it chill to sleep. Jack knows his habits by now.

What he can’t ignore, is how his own body responds to what he sees. To Sam’s face, that switches from relaxed to twisted. In pleasure or pain, Jack can’t tell. Sam calls out in his sleep. Dad, Mary, Dean. Cas. No. Adam. Leave me. Dean. Don’t do that. Help me, Dean! Please. Lucifer. Jess!

Jack is so curious. He could make it easy and crack Sam’s mind open like a freshly laid egg. He could put his fingers in Sam’s psyche and stir it all up. He could dive his whole face inside this ocean of nightmares and hazy prophecies. What keeps him from doing it? He doesn’t want to see Sam broken. He wants Sam to be the way he is.

Tonight is different. Like always, he stands in the open door, his eyes glowing and seeing Sam lying on his belly, his hips gently rocking in the mattress. There’s one of these moans, so vulnerable, so needy at the same time. Mumbled names and hands clenching in the sheets. Jack gulps when he finally stirs again and sneaks in the room. The faint lights from the hallway lighten his way. Jack hasn’t bothered putting his pajama’s on, he’s just in black briefs.

Underneath, he’s throbbing and twitching at the sight of Sam’s muscular body and his perfect ass. Sam’s still gently humping the mattress, blanket wrapped around his stomach. Jack slides beside him in Sam’s bed.

“What… no, who do you dream of, Sam?”, Jack whispers.

Sam only sighs, his strong hand is fisting the pillow. Jack’s eyes glow golden now, the lights outside flicker and dim down a little. It’s not that he uses the magic on purpose. It’s like breathing. This is why Dean sometimes looks like he wants to strangle him. Make him stop.

There’s a whisper, not more like a loud drawing of breath first but then there’s a word, a response to his question.

“Dean.”

Of course, it has to be him. It’s always him. Jack wraps one arm around Sam. He doesn’t resist, he’s pliant. Damn, warm skin, musky smell. A little bit of sweat and beer, his perfume. A smell that stabs straight-up to Jack’s crotch. He kicks out of it, presses himself against Sam’s back. Jack holds him tight, eyes still glowing. Sam starts shifting, his conscience wakes, Jack can feel it.

“Shh, it’s okay, Sammy, sleep,” Jack says in a Dean-voice.

Magic tingles in his insides, fill him up, and makes him feel better. Powerful. He rubs against that hot and welcoming body of Sam. It’s thrilling that he is asleep. When Jack tries to picture doing this with his caretaker, this doesn’t feel as good as now. Sam’s responsive, he even presses his ass against Jack with a deep and shaky sigh. But he is at Jack's mercy, he's helpless. Weak. A strong person like Sam, the hunter. Always struggling for control, who's afraid of change and shies away from intimacy; oh, Sam. Strong as a tree and a force to be reckoned with. All of that is stripped away in his sleep. Jack loves to see him that vulnerable, so pure. Sam's shifting, moaning, and his other sweet noises make Jack's cock grow harder and harder. He shyly reaches for Sam's cock, just to find out, he's hard as well. Incredibly thick and long, it looks still insanely big in Jack's bare hand. A few gentle and soft strokes and Sam whimpers, his eyebrows furrow, his lips part. His tongue flickers over his upper lip and then there's this moan. Again. A moan. A name. Full of longing. And Jack's magic works wonders, Sam arches and Jack jerks him hard now, buries his face on Sam's neck, and whines softly himself.

“Yes, like that, Sammy… just like that”, Jack whispers, his voice trembling in pleasure.

Maybe it's because he is asleep, but Sam cums just early with a few long, broken moans all over Jack's hand.

He needs to be quick now, hurry! Jack catches every drop of Sam's cum to cover his cock with it. He needs to feel Sam's insides around him, clenching his cock. He wants to feel his cock rub in Sam's insides and tear apart what keeps Sam together. He wants total surrender. Feel him raw, chase an orgasm and fill him up. Just this one time…

“Dean, don't…”, Sam mutters.

His eyelids flutter slightly. Is he about to wake up? Oh, please no. No no no! Don't ruin it now, Sam! The air around them starts crackling when Jack works magic upon Sam.

“It's okay, Sammy, it's all good. I'm here.”

Sam's eyes fall shut again and Jack breathes out heavily. The tip of his cock presses against Sam's anus and he pushes in. Slowly. Jack hisses at the sensation, the tightness, the hot surroundings. Sam groans and whines, his hand grabs Jack's. It’s a strong grip like someone drowning or falling trying to hold on to someone else. It’s a good feeling. Sam is dependent on Jack now, not the other way around. Jack gives. He can give, he can control, he can create or destroy and there’s no one in this bunker to stop him. Sam won’t, most of all. His sleeping body moves as a response to Jack’s thrusts. He holds his lover tight, because that’s what you call someone you have sex with, right? He lifts Sam’s upper leg and pulls it close to his own body, pushes in deeper. Sam’s silky insides feel so good, so incredibly good. Why did he reject Jack all the time, when it feels so divine? The angle shifts, and Sam suddenly arches, his fingernails dig in Jack’s arm and the leg that Jack hiked up to fuck him deeper kicks helplessly and Sam cums again, this time untouched.

Sam is sobbing in his muzzy state, it’s a thin line from pleasure to pain. But this sob is enough for Jack to lose it. With a growl and a strong bite, - that will leave a mark - Jack cums inside Sam, pumps his seed inside his ass, fills him up. The feeling is so overwhelming, fulfilling, he can’t see or breathe for a moment, all he does is still ram his twitching cock inside Sam until the waves of his orgasms finally break and calm down.

Jack is covered in sweat now, breathing heavily, his nose pressed in Sam’s neck. As he lets go of Sam’s leg, he immediately crawls up in a sleeping position again. Muffled sob’s, muffled Dean’s.

Jack wants to tear Sam apart for thinking of his brother, why was he better? Why couldn’t Sam like Jack? He just gave him so much pleasure!

There’s a cold flame of rage burning in his stomach when he gets up and gets back in his briefs with shaky legs.

The noise. The gasp.

“What the fuck, Jack?”

Jack feels a sudden hot terror driving down his spine and when he turns around, there’s Dean in the doorframe. His nostrils flaring.

“What. Have. You. Done. To. Him?!”

It’s no surprise when Dean slams Jack against a wall, a hand on his throat, a knife poking the fabric of his underwear.

Jack smirks.

Then his eyes glow in rich gold.

“You know what I did”, he says, his voice a singsong, “I gave him what he wanted.”

Dean turns white as a sheet, he even stops breathing for a second. There are so many emotions crossing Dean’s face, it’s fascinating to watch and wait which emotion would win.

“You always wanted a taste of him, too… right?”

The dark room illuminates with the golden sparks that fly from Jack’s eyes. There’s the sound of crackling in the air, it smells of petrichor and flowers.

The room smells heavily of rain and sunshine and daisies when Jack leaves and the last thing he sees before he shuts Sam’s bedroom door is Dean, who leans over his brother, ready to take what Jack left for him.

There’s nothing human in the angel’s face.

THE END

Winkline @laxe-chester67 @vulgar-library @writethelifeyouwant @itsabookishblog @schaefchenherde @sacrificialtendencies @ohnoitsthebat @stemroses @nightmarecait @lostmykiliel @alexa-alcantara @wincestismyheart @closetedshippers @dragonardhill @alex-is-a-gay-human

[kylermalloy]

Out of everything you’ve written, what lines are you most proud of? Finished or unfinished works - right back at you ♥️

Oh man, who could this mysterious anon be? 😂 Yuki always sends me the sweetest asks.

So I did a similar ask about a year ago, and the lines I included there are still some of my favorites, so I’ll put them down:

From the unfinished Star Wars AU: The Morningstar. Nowhere near as cutting a name as Azazel. Instead of the letters slicing inside his mouth, Sam felt as though his throat had been lined with cotton. Like saying it too many times would gag him, render him unable to speak.

I’m really proud of this line, because it highlights the difference between these two antagonists. It’s not a spoiler to say that both Azazel and Lucifer have pursued Sam throughout his life, but they have wildly different methods - and ultimate goals. Azazel wants to sharpen Sam, to make him bleed and hone him into the ultimate weapon. Lucifer, though, wants to silence Sam, Sam’s desires and wants, and make him a slave.

From If you bled, I’ll bleed the same: It was times like this, when he became so, so gentle, that it was easiest for Lydia to love him. When her most vulnerable moments cracked her open, when he held her raw, exposed, throbbing heart in his bare hands, in a way she’d never trusted anyone else to.

This little bit! In Teen Wolf, Lydia presents herself as an ice queen, only letting her guard down around people she trusts, or in moments when the facade is too difficult to maintain. In this case, both is true: the facade slips, because she’s literally been held prisoner and tortured, and she’s with Stiles.

From Near Light: Jack, who is no longer sick. Jack, who’s now been to heaven and back. Jack, who died and took a piece of Sam with him. Sam’s still fitting that piece back into place, if he’s being honest.

Will I ever not have SamJack feels? The answer is no. I will never be over this sad man and his sad, adopted son. The latter half of season 14 with dark!Jack didn’t happen, but sick!Jack? Absolutely, give me all of it. :)

From an abandoned Host fic: Knowing this brutal truth dazes me like a cold bucket of water, leaving me chilled and trembling, trailing puddles of myself on the floor wherever I go.

I don’t know where the weird genius for this line came from, but I was writing an emotional crisis moment, and I told myself: This has to be good. This has to hurt. And I delivered!

Those were the lines I listed last time, with some added commentary. And now for some others!

From Entre Tus Alas: Mother had always said he was a natural caretaker. His shoulders uniquely molded for others to lean on. Elijah had both loved and hated her theory—the responsibility seemed overwhelming. And he doubted his shoulders had been molded to support anyone except his little brother.

Does this one need an explanation? I’ll let Rebekah do the explaining: “And poor Elijah - he dedicates himself to everyone but himself.”

These two are from J'avais rêvé d'un autre vie: Elijah shivers at the phantom sensation of a hand on his shoulder, of lips breathing words into his ear. (threats? lies? love? He cannot tell.)

I still hate the Amnesia-lijah plotline, but hey. I don’t write the angst; the angst writes me. To make myself feel better, I pretend this fic takes place in an AU outside of canon. To an extent, it does! I just really like the idea of Elijah knowing there’s someone in the world he loves fiercely, but can’t remember. Without that love, he’s empty.

He is the backside of a tapestry—beautifully, intricately woven. But the colors are wrong, inversed, backwards, making the picture impossible to see or understand.

And this one - I’m very proud of this imagery.

From an Originals WIP, a human AU: The two younger ones were visibly frightened and jumpy, which was to be expected of truants under ten. But the oldest, Elijah, was the hardest to read. Marcel had watched him sit ramrod straight, composed through an entire police interrogation in which he’d been informed he could be facing kidnapping charges as a legal adult. Marcel had to hand it to this kid—he knew how to stay cool under pressure. Hovering on the cusp of nineteen, he handled himself with a grace and poise that Marcel had worked for decades to attain.

This AU is...weird. I like outsider POVs, so somehow Marcel became my POV character for this. It was really interesting to see the power dynamic swapped in such a mundane way - Marcel as an adult in a world where the Mikaelsons are just truant kids. Anyway, I just really liked this description of Elijah!

From another Originals WIP, from Hope’s POV: It’s strange, seeing him move and speak. Her mom has opened all the coffins for her, over the years, so she could see what her family looked like.

But out of all the coffins, Mom opened Uncle Elijah’s the most.

“The last time I held you, you were very small.” There’s still a stiffness to his movements, like his body is made out of stone. His voice is stiff, too. But his smile is very kind. When he smiles at her, she can believe what Mom always told her about him: He loved you and me and your dad very much. He would be so proud of you.

The show didn’t do nearly enough with little Hope getting to know her whole family. They all loved her so much as a baby, but as an actual character she’s mostly limited to short conversations with them, barring her actual parents - or no conversations at all, in Elijah’s and Rebekah’s case. So here I am, fixing the TO writers’ mistakes, and writing an Hopelijah conversation. Elijah would probably be scary to a little kid, am I right? I’m right. Plus, I love the idea of Hayley opening up the coffins periodically for Hope, so she can meet her aunts and uncles.

(Kyler, is that all you write now? More Originals fic? Yes, and what about it?)

This one is from a Hunter’s Curse WIP: The first time Elijah had found his brother impaled on a piece of wood, skin gray and cold, he’d felt his own heart stop. Ever since, it hadn’t beaten the same way.

Yes, the Hunter’s Curse fic is happening. Fifty-two years, four months, and nine days for Elijah and Rebekah to belong to Klaus. Bonus points for them not understanding what’s happening, and thinking Klaus will always be this deranged monster for the rest of time.

Yet another Originals WIP, yet another human AU: Elijah wants to grab him, shake him, scream at him. How can he know, though, that it won’t make things worse? He’s afraid now, of what another touch could do.

But touch is half their language.

Did someone say angst? This is the human!Mikaelsons AU that took an unexpected dark turn. I really love the sentiment behind “touch is half their language.” It paints a beautiful if not self-indulgent picture of what Klelijah is like in this AU.

[illusionlockarchive]

Silent Heartstrings

So, today’s fanfic is something special! This is a 6 page SamJack fic I did as a collab work with my lovely boyfriend @exoticennard. Working on it was a pleasure, and I don’t like to brag, but I urge you to check it out because I feel it’s very good, if at least, on my babe’s part, hehe <3

The ink sewers were dark, dreary, wet, and above all stinky. Good lord, thought Sammy. It really stank down there.

However, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, to find a hidden prize among the dripping inky darkness and the stench that covered the whole place. Something kin to a hidden gem lay among the putrid sewers, singing, creating, composing. A timid mind that loved the quiet, although, more than often, that was not his true motive to come to the ink sewers, rather, something else pushed him to run from his feelings.

See, when you’re in love, it gets hard to concentrate. And Jack Fain was madly, madly in love with his composer, Sammy Lawrence. He had tried to work next to Sammy, composing together, but soon the proximity, everything about the man, his sweet smell, the way he’d give the corner of a smile as he eyed him writing, his little slips of compliments and absent-minded pats on Jack’s head, God, everything made Jack just want to throw away the lyrics and cling to him, begging to hear him sing his lyrics himself.

So, for now, he retired to the dark quiet of the ink sewers, where no one would dare to go, trusty violin, inkwell, pen and music sheets in hand. That was all he needed, the stench washing off his mind at least for a second the visions of a man he could not escape from, try as his jittery heart might.

Even though this plan was going very well for what seemed about two weeks, Sammy started to feel, lonely, like hearing the mumbling from the sewers made him want to just be there along with Jack, watching over him, entranced, not only by how well he wrote his lyrics, but also just, him in general, his cheeks whenever he smiled, his whistling in the late hours, stare into the back of his neck, just for a while to remind himself this place wasn’t all ...hell.

So that’s why he decided to get down there and get this barrier between them over with! He thought, finally standing up for what he really wanted, his best friend in work, his raison d’être, the words to his songs, plus… maybe he could just bring something for Jack to eat because man he really just was stuck there for hours in that stinky little desk he deserves a break, “I’ll give him a good break”, Sammy whispered to himself finally stepping into the ink.

“Lighter side of hell… for, you and me?” Jack tried to sing out, but still, something sounded, weird about the lyrics. Maybe he could still fit in something else, or change something before it so he could add another rhyme.

He closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind, clog his nose… focus on the quiet. Yet, it wasn’t quite anymore, something stirred among the inky sewers. He could hear it, he wasn’t alone down there.

Jack put down his trusty pen and quickly crept out of his corner, slowly turning towards the corridor that gave in to the sewers. What he saw, however, was a surprise the world from outside had brought him, a surprise he couldn’t tell yet he was happy for or not. In the sense that, everything in him screamed to be happy, his body vibrated, his heart beat like a drum, ears ringing, cheeks red. And yet, he tried to remind himself, “No no no! I must concentrate, I can’t, I’m so close to getting it done now!”

Yet, he could only gently call out: “Sammy? What are you doing here?” His voice trembled, and he tried to hide the edge of his voice, almost like a whine. Oh just the sight of him… he was truly a handsome man.

“Jack! I.. I just wanted to uh, see you, you look like you could use-” he took a look at the paper bag he was holding , reminding himself he brought a sandwich and then managed to finish his sentence, holding out the bag and smiling awkwardly ,“- a snack! when was the last time you been out ha hah…”

“Oh.” Jack mouthed, truly grateful now. He could admit it was a while he hadn’t stopped to eat or take a break. “I suppose, it wouldn’t hurt.”

The short, round man, jumped off his corner, slightly elevated above the main course of the ink sewers, as if it had been carved for him, to go towards Sammy.

“I made two, well, alright I’ll have to admit I didn’t make them but I brought two and it’s the thought that counts right? “ Sammy just handed him the bag, not really knowing what to do now, his pants were wet and stained, great, but his heart felt like a really broken banjo, twiddling every time Jack looked at him, black eyes covered just a bit by the brim of his hat, he gulped down whatever knot on his throat was there, finding himself doing little embarrassed hums and groans.

“Sorry I haven’t, gotten down here Jackie, work has been...hard in both of us right? But..I don’t think it’s fair you have to work in the sewers and I get the office.” Sammy looked down at his drenched feet, it was all unfair in this studio , even Susie has been getting more bitter with every new rule and “improvement” Joey shows at least twice a week, and this was just the icing of the cake, why couldn't Jack be with him? Was he the problem?

“Do you think… I’m a hassle to work with too, Jack?” He thought, out loud.

Jack’s eyes widened, and he blinked in surprise: “Wh-what no, what? Uhm, firstly, thank you for the snack, you didn’t really have to but, I completely understand if you haven’t been able to get down here… I myself have… well, it’s been… I need to, uh, concentrate on my work and…”

Jack tried to find the words to tell Sammy but he found himself trailing off, getting tangled up in them, tripping over his own thoughts, unable to tear his eyes from Sammy’s sweet face, oh he wished he could just tell him how much he loved and truly appreciated him, but his shyness forsook him, and his fear played even greater tricks on his mind. Worse, he did not know how to explain his escapades to the sewers now without either revealing his true feelings to Sammy or without risking Sammy misunderstand how Jack felt about him. The last thing he wanted was to make Sammy feel unappreciated, God, not a man like him, the most talented man he had ever met, who could play every instrument he could name… and with such perfection too…

Jack realized he’d been zoning out, and Sammy just stared, waiting for the answer, patiently. Jack recoiled to himself, wanting to curl up into a ball, to disappear within his own self.

Fearing he’d already left his co-worker hanging long enough, he quickly switched subject:

“Why don’t you, join me then, come over here.” He gave a sheepish smile, patting at his small workplace amidst the sewers.

Sammy bit his lip, embarrassed he had made such a question, such vulnerabilities from a grown man, but slowly nodded, scrunching his nose remembering he was in the sewers but would never decline such an offer to be with Jack again, and jumped into the tiny “office”, cozy.

“Ah wait ..where could I, sit, there's only one chair.” He said, smiling nervously, realizing he was also, a bit tall too, oh these kinds of problems can only be found here.

“Oh! Well, I, do need to stretch my legs a bit…” Jack got back up into it as well, but just stood awkwardly near the table eating his sandwich, admiring Sammy in the low light, but trying to not oogle too obviously. “You just go ahead and sit.”

“Uh, alright...” Sammy sat down the chair, picking a bit of the sandwich too even though he felt a , different kind of hunger, when was the last time he's been this close to another person, in intimacy? He didn't think Susie counted , she was a good friend but she had a life outside the studio, other friends, people, maybe a boyfriend? He couldn't know, she didn't seem like a gal that went by the rules, now he was just there, feeling so much… warmth in a place so cold, so quiet.

Jack´s breathing softly near him felt like a song to him, he felt this song on loop, on his head, his very soul, what in the damn hell it meant, when you want a man so much, him just breathing near you makes you want to stay there forever. “Do i wanna find out?” He thought while looking into Jack's eyes, almost, doozy, how hypnotizing.

Jack could just watch Sammy forever, he wished he could capture it in a film reel, he wished he could be one of those big name rotoscope animators or just have a camera on him to capture the moment they were having, something as small as a snack break, but to Jack, it meant so much, only when Sammy finally came to him in the sewers he truly realized how much he had been missing, no, needing Sammy, he had just been repressing himself previously.

Jack could feel it too, he was staring back at him, but this time, Jack did not turn his head, blushing bashfully, or make excuses. Oh, for sure, he was still red as a tomato, but the silence was back again, and that was something that had always been calming for the both of them, and in that silence, in the quiet of the moment, a magic settled, almost supernatural, a force that seemed to just say they were made for one another, what is a song without lyrics or without music? “My Sammy… We were made to be together…” Jack couldn’t help but think, as they kept their eyes locked on one another as they ate, almost sensually at this point, Jack digging his sharp teeth into the sandwich and taking small but ferocious bites, as if he could be digging his teeth on Sammy’s neck, and Sammy in turn taking his time chewing every bit while looking at Jack, and every swallow was dry, provoking.

Sammy was about to bite his hand and realized this a bit late, getting himself out the trance of pure tension between him and Jack, finding his hands empty, he had what seemed like a great idea at first.

“Jack maybe you could sit on my lap!” As the words got out however, his face was soon flushed and started mumbling and looking at his hands, “Just what in the bloody hell did I ask?!” Great, Jack would think it’s childish, right?

Jack looked surprised yet again. “Ah… well. W-why not?” Jack could not stop blushing, but at the same time, he couldn’t truly deny it, after all, it was Sammy that offered it first. Technically, Sammy must’ve wanted it, right?

And so, Jack walked over to Sammy, and stood before him, gulping down while looking up at him, his charming, dark eyes beckoning him, and he couldn’t stop his heart from beating, but it was such a strong pull and before he knew it, he had hopped onto the taller man’s lap, and he felt immediately more secure, it was warm, very warm, and soft… Jack would be lying if he said he wasn’t loving every second of this.

The sudden weight made Sammy sit better into the chair, he wouldn't say he was heavy but well, it was still a grown man right on his lap, a very warm and almost, squishy man, like he was made out of those plushies back in the Heavenly Toys area much down the studio, but he didn't smell like ink, Sammy looked down on Jack again, he was red faced, darting his eyes everywhere in the tiny room.

“Am I making him nervous? Is he… scared of me? Is he too afraid of rejecting my gestures?” The paranoia was setting on again, he felt an immense guilt, he was most likely being creepy again, looking at him too much, at Jack's lips not forming words, oh how much he wanted to hear those words, even if they stung.

He gained the courage to ask finally, “Jack, do you not like being up with me?” He said, maybe he could have said it a bit better but it's what it was said nevertheless.

Jack, however, emitted a low hum of surprise and peered up at him. “No, not at all, I mean, that’s not it. I do love being with you, it’s just… it gets… hard to concentrate when you’re around. I’m sorry, Sammy.” He sighed, red faced, he felt so embarrassed admitting it still, he didn’t want Sammy to take it the wrong way.

Sammy put his hand on Jack´s cheek gently, feeling remorseful, pursing his lips and caressing Jack's face without realizing, “Ah, what can I do to fix it? I promise to be quieter if that's the problem…” He said, he would do anything to have him back there.

Jack looked back down, fiddling with his fingers nervously. “It’s not, that simple, Sammy, even if you’re just there, at your corner, not saying anything while you work I just find myself, looking at you, and it’s not just you either, I need the sewers and their quiet to drown out my thoughts because if I stay up there I’ll…” Jack trailed off, realizing how it might sound to admit that even just the thought of being in the same floor as Sammy made his thoughts race and ache to just be with Sammy, close to him, he just wanted him so badly the only solution he had found was to run and hide, but now confronted he couldn’t help but feel bad.

“What will you do? What, do you want to do?” Sammy’s eyes kept darting onto Jack´s slightly parted lips, When did he get this close? He doesn’t remember. He wanted to, somehow he had an idea of what he wanted to do but he just couldn't say it, not on his dear life, this wasn't like the movies...maybe it was better than those. “Jack, tell me, what do you want to do with me?” His hands had moved from Jack's face to his hips, pulling him closer.

Jack did not protest, and instead shifted in a way that he was now facing Sammy up front, and looking up into his eyes, finding himself getting lost in them, hypnotized and pulled in again. “Sammy… I wish, I could be with you, all the time, at work and not at work, but at the same time, whenever I’m with you I just get this urge to… I don’t know what it is, but it keeps me from working, and if I’m at work but not with you I still keep thinking of you. Coming here is my only chance because at least then this fuckin’ goddamn stench drowns out all the thoughts I have of you, of you having me, being with me, I mean, just like how we are right now, yeah? Close… I mean, you want this too, don’t you?” He hesitantly reached for Sammy’s chest and caressed gently.

Sammy found himself nodding and looking at Jack's hands caressing his chest, those bruised palms from playing around with the fiddle so much, now it feels like he's playing with his heart, it beats louder and louder and the heat going to his face is starting to make his mouth dry, hungry, yet again, was this what they were looking for? Sammy´s hand started going up yet again, pulling Jack's face close this time, lips brushing against each other, the breathing not on loop anymore, hearts like a choir , finally starting that wonderful song, that somehow they both felt, they had waited all their lives to sing.

Jack felt his heart race and beat louder and louder, like a drum, percussion following in place, he placed each of his hands on Sammy’s hip, pulling himself up and closer to his face, strings, or rather heartstrings, shuddering and plucking nonstop, then finally, Jack closed his eyes, and Sammy did too, wind instruments ready to give the big finale, as the two kissed each other deeply, hungrily, with a force that they put all the love they had been repressing into, intertwined in a loving embracing, singing a quiet, wordless song that filled the ink sewers and gave beauty to an otherwise dark and dreary place.

[samcaarter]

How about SamJack and prompt 6? :)

“Isthere a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Jack asks as he climbs into thebed next to her, almost naked.

“’snot just yours,” Sam murmurs. She’s lying on her side and her eyes areclosed. 

“Butit’s in my house, so it makes it mine.” He lies down facing her and grins.She doesn’t respond but he knows she’s still awake. “So technically thatmeans that you’re mine too.”

She makes asound in the back of her throat.

“Don’tyou want to be mine? I’d take good care of you.” He reaches out andbrushes her bangs out of her face, as if to prove his point.

Sam opensone eye and he can tell she’s trying not to laugh at him. His hand slips ontoher shoulder and he traces her collarbone. She closes her eye, but she’ssmiling now.

“Youknow I would. I can prove it to you.” He moves the sheet covering herbreasts out of the way and she shivers.

“I’mtired, you know. That’s why I’m naked. Getting dressed felt like too muchwork.”

His fingertipbrushes her nipple. “You don’t have to do anything. How tired areyou?”

Sam mhms,but he doesn’t stop his light and teasing touches. “Keep doing that.”

“Okay,”he says and leans in to kiss her lips. He intends it to be a brief kiss, butSam’s hand catches him by the waist and he sort of rolls into her. Which istotally fine with him.

It doesn’ttake long until he’s on top of her. “Take these off,” she says and hescrambles to get rid of his boxers. And then he’s back where he belongs.“See, and you complained about me going to bed naked.”

Jack abandons thatdelicious spot on her neck to raise his head and look at her. “I wouldnever complain about that, Carter.“ 

[sjficlist]

In Matters of the Heart

By SkyeRose

When Catherine Langford receives an invitation to Sam's wedding, it's not the groom she was expecting. She decides that Sam needs a little reminding of something she said years ago. Light and shippy! SamJack, twoshot. Set during 'Threads.'

[prowlingthunder]

WIP TAG GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. I have been tagged by @revanchxst and congratulations I lowkey hate you this isn’t even all of them you’re a monster. I have over four hundred wips.

Tagging @mtraki, @mandakatt and @thelavenderhimbo

A Child of Blood

Birds of a Feather

Wolfthreat

Denguards

Witcher!Buffy

Red

A Mother’s Love

Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon

Minor Troubles

Roses in Stained Glass

The Ripple Effect

Des and Noct swap places

Dragon’s Breath

[Eddie Finch]

[Jake Finch]

[Hobbit/RW]

[Killing Stalking/Fallout3]

[RW/PJO]

In a God’s Bedroom

[ST/RW]

Brothers And Sisters

[Thor/RW]

[WTNC/Arcana]

Foxkits

[CSI NY Lupercalia]

[Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups]

Hell Hath No Fury

The Devil’s Luck

Highschool

[Sil/F8]

(Best Laid Plans)

Outsider

The GOAT

Big Town Blues

Radstorm

Line-dried Laundry

(Porns Start Like This)

[Inside Pandora’s Box]

[Pandora’s Divide]

Russian Roulette

[Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic]

Snow Angels

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Winter Animals

All The Things I Didn’t Say

[silquinn daemonfic]

Ascendent Ab Infernis

to abstain from doing harm

A General Gift

Nicias/Nicola/Caleb

Triplets!verse

Cathedral of You fanfic

Dawnfire

Prompto/Cor

Galahdian!Noctis

Galahdian!Prompto

Galahdian!Gladio

Galadian!Ignis

The Feral Coeurl of Galahd

Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic

[legion beaucoup] sequal

Terrible Things

Papa!Nyx

Vampire!Shields

[modern ardyn/ravus au]

herbwitch!Ignis

Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic

[transplant fics]

Vipers Victim

Caleb first heat in insomnia

give a brother wings

snowchild

Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort

Charon/Hermes/Zag

Wolflords

Caran Dagra

Starlight, Starbright

Blood and Water

Black Cats and Broken Mirrors

Step Two

[Bioshock ABO]

[Heron/Seraphim fix-it]

(This is what it’s like)

(wolf fur and dragon teeth)

All The Little Children

Puppy At Heart

Batman/Hawkgirl

Brad Wayne

[Genji Lives]

[Yuuma Op]

Nest of Vipers

[Stanfic]

[Genji Lives Path]

[McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans]

Taijo Aitai fanfic

Quadrature

Kagome, Kagome

Coal Dust

Blood and Ashes

The Chosen Ones

What Happened To Gavin

[RPF: PT meets lR]

Jedi!Shmi

Mirshko/Cody

Snowdrops

Son of Sands

Wolves

[Jeeri Stormwitch thing]

Supernova

Revan+Wolves

Monsters in the Dark

A Pocket Ful of Sand

[tcw/ep7 timetravel]

Sempiternal Energy

The Prophecy

Impulse

Matchstick/Hell

Abo gullet fic

Safe sex

Shmijango slave au

[SamJack]

[cohabitation fic]

Bad Plan

Marching Band

What Big Sisters Are For

Homecoming

[Arrow/RW Multiverse]

[Papa!Cye]

Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch

Little shadows far reaching

[keith and marie]

witchwolves

[Human!geralt]

[prowlingthunder]

WIP Title Meme

I feel like I did this not too long ago and I should be able to look it up but also I’m lazy bones so that’s probably not going to happen.

We’re blaming @perplexinglyparadoxialperson who tagged me. Monster (fond)

THIS ISN’T THE ENTIRE LIST. THIS IS JUST THE DOCS THAT HAVE THEIR OWN IDENTIFIERS IN SOME MEASURE.

A Child of Blood Birds of a Feather Wolfthreat Denguards Witcher!Buffy Red A Mother’s Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect Why Water and Oil Don’t Mix Des and Noct swap places Dragon’s Breath [Eddie Finch] [Jake Finch] [Hobbit/RW] [Killing Stalking/Fallout3] [RW/PJO] In a God’s Bedroom Brothers And Sisters [WTNC/Arcana] Foxkits [CSI NY Lupercalia] [Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups] Hell Hath No Fury The Devil’s Luck Highschool [Sil/F8] (Best Laid Plans) Outsider The GOAT Big Town Blues Radstorm Line-dried Laundry (Porns Start Like This) [Inside Pandora’s Box] [Pandora’s Divide] Russian Roulette [Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic] Snow Angels Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Winter Animals All The Things I Didn’t Say [redacted] [redacted] Wolflords Caran Dagra Starlight, Starbright Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Step Two [Bioshock ABO] [Heron/Seraphim fix-it] (This is what it’s like) (wolf fur and dragon teeth) All The Little Children Puppy At Heart [Yuuma Op] Nest of Vipers [Stanfic] [Genji Lives Path] [McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans] Quadrature Kagome, Kagome Coal Dust Blood and Ashes The Chosen Ones [RPF: PT meets lR] Snowdrops Son of Sands Wolves [Jeeri Stormwitch thing] Supernova Monsters in the Dark A Pocket Ful of Sand [tcw/ep7 timetravel] Sempiternal Energy [SamJack] [cohabitation fic] Bad Plan Marching Band What Big Sisters Are For Homecoming [Arrow/RW Multiverse] [Papa!Cye] Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch Little shadows far reaching [keith and marie] witchwolves [Human!geralt]

[jackandthesoulmates]

soaked

Author: jackandthesoulmates / tintentrinkerin

Title: soaked

Created for @winklinebingo , @spnkinkbingo

Squares filled: name calling (spnkinkbingo), free space: Watersports (winklinebingo)

Pairing: Winkline (Samjack)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, bdsm themes

Additional tags: Watersports, Degradation, Humiliation, Misogynistic Slurs, Sub!Jack, Brat!Jack, Dom!Sam

Word count: 2,049

Many things that Jack and Sam do in the sheets are a result of them fooling around. Jokes. Giggles, “have you ever?”s. Sam is the one with the experience of course, but Jack is the one with the imagination going places that even Sam didn’t know so far. 

First, it was Jack who loved gagging on Sam’s cock, crying and gasping while looking up and so endlessly desperate for Sam’s praise. It was tiny little things of Sam humiliating Jack, letting him go out without underwear in a skirt. Dinner in a fancy restaurant and a vibrator egg deep in Jack’s ass, remote control in Sam’s pockets. 

And oh dear, Jack wants so much more. He wants to be spat at, insulted, belittled, being bossed around, cock squeezed in a cage. It’s a lot and sometimes Sam wonders, where all these kinks come from. He’s barely four years on this earth, there was no man or woman before Sam and there’s nothing Jack likes about porn. He doesn’t even read books with overly sexual content. It’s not that Sam is complaining about any of it, no no. He loves it. He loves kinky, submissive, filthy Jack. He loves how pliant Jack becomes after punishment and how hard and loud he comes from just his prostate massaged. Sam is by no means a sadist, he wouldn’t say that. He’s just turned on by Jack, by how much he enjoys himself being beaten and bruised, choked and flogged. There were things even Sam wouldn’t try on Jack even if he begged for it. 

Actually, Sam always thought he wouldn’t be into watersports. He doesn’t get behind the appeal of being pissed on, drinking some other person’s urine. 

But now Jack mentioned it, they’re in the library, Sam has a whiskey, Jack is good with anything soda, as long as it rots his human teeth (which doesn’t bother him at all, he’s half angel, he heals in no time. If he wants to).

Sam looks closely at Jack, eyes narrowed.

“Is that a request?”, he asks sheepishly.

Jack leans forward and gives him an innocent puppy eyes kind of look that means exactly the opposite. 

“Maybe?”, he says, “maybe not…”

It’s his game and Sam knows it. There will be if’s and maybe’s and teasing and pleading in the end. There’s a secret signal. Not a safeword. A safeword use ends a scene. Their secret signal starts it. Sam waits.

There’s a blink, a short drawing of breath. 

“I bet you don’t dare to piss on me, old man.”

“I bet you will regret saying that.”

They stare at each other. Sam is fast, his hunter reflexes are strong, even now when he and Dean have retired. He’s out of his chair and on Jack’s throat in a matter of less than a second. His hand grips in Jack’s hair. He winces but looks up at Sam with his bratty glare now. 

There it is, “I bet you don’t dare”.

Jack lost all of these bets so far and he knows it very well. It’s the signal, the act of consent. He wants Sam to do it and Sam will. He drags Jack on his hair along the library. Jack whines and laughs in an eerie mix that shows the arousal, the thrill, and the triumph even if Sam rips out some hair at the root. The next bathroom is the one that sued to be Castiel’s along the hall. There are still towels, functioning water tabs, and a bathtub. Sam turns around and forces Jack on his knees.

“You want to be pissed on, you filthy little slut? You don’t even deserve my body’s waste!”

Jack looks up, eyes tearing up and red already, one fist pressed against his lips, the other one tries to loosens Sam’s grip on his hair. Sam crouches in front of him, the look on his face is warm and kind, but the fist in Jack’s hair tightens and he tilts Jack’s head back. For a moment they stare at each other again. There it is. Jack’s jubilant smirk. Sam lets go of Jack’s hair, finally and slaps Jack right across his cheek. The slap isn’t that bad, not meant to hurt the boy, but to humiliate him. Sam’s cock jumps in his jeans when he sees more tears in Jack’s eyes, now flowing over and running down his cheek. 

“You think you deserve a single drop of it, huh? Tell me.”

Jack bites his lip.

“I do.”

Another slap across his face. 

“Wrong answer. Try again.”

Jack stays silent. Sam knows it’s Jack testing him, Jack wants to be broken. Every single time Sam needs to break his will and his dignity, it needs to be humiliating and cruel for Jack to get off. This is no light spanking and “harder, daddy” scene. It’s not what he needs. 

Sam’s slaps now turn harder. He is strong, Jack knows it. Sam bruises him up easily, Jack’s skin uses to be all bright black and blue with yellow blow outs in sharp contrast to his pale, milkwhite skin.

The boy is sobbing now.

“You’re already my convenient little cum dumpster, it’s an honor I use your holes for that. Given the fact you’re still lousy at taking my cock.”

Jack nods with trembling lips. 

“I’m getting better”, he says, a little weak now. “It’s so big.”

“You’re damn right it is.”

Sam grants Jack a little relief, cups the angel’s face with his big hands, and brushes away the tears with his thumbs. 

“And I’m still so nice with you, right? I give you all of this in my generosity. All I ask for is an obedient little slut, with his holes ready at any time. Are you ready anytime? Are you obedient?”

Jack shakes his hand softly, sniffling and breathing soundly through his parted lips.

“No, I’m not. I’m not ready, your cock tears me apart, sir. And I’m a brat, sir. I don’t obey.”

The smile on Sam’s face is genuine. He likes it when Jack gives in. It’s fulfilling, satisfying. 

“That’s right, pet. That’s right. And now you even want my piss. What should I think of you now? You can’t take it. You will fail as you fail with everything. You gulp my precious cum, like you have to. It’s a gift, others would die to get a drop of it. I don’t think I should waste anything on you.”

His boy is crying for real now, sobbing and shaking. It’s always a sight, it’s like watching someone getting purged of all hope. Damn, it’s utter surrender. Sam attempts to get up and turn around, leave crying Jack here on the cold tiles. He could go, have another drink and wait for Jack to return to him like a beaten dog. Sometimes he likes that. Not giving in to Jack’s kinks. Deny him. Only to fuck him into oblivion afterwards. 

“Please, sir, please give me your piss… I’m begging you… please I will be good! I will take it like a good boy.”

His pleas make Sam’s heart jump and he turns around, looks down at the crying mess he created, and smirks. 

“Didn’t we agree that you’re a pathetic little shit? That you’re bratty and unable to handle me?” 

His voice is soft and wooing, laced in pity for Jack. 

“Yes, but I want to prove I can do better. Please please please, I need it!”

Sam gives in now.

“Get in the tub. Naked”, he orders. 

Jack obeys, undresses first, and climbs in, his legs are shaking and he needs to get a grip on the brink of the bathtub to not fall over. He’s clearly aroused too. Jack kneels down, his hands on his legs, palms open and ready to receive. Sam also doesn’t undress at all. It shows who’s in control. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He’s somehow hard already, but not enough to prevent Sam from being able to pee. Jack gasps at the sight. It’s cute somehow because he never seems to get used to the sight. 

“Look me in the eyes, pet.”

His blue dazzling eyes look up at Sam, big and glassy. 

“Good. You really can’t wait to get pissed on, hmmm?”

“N-no, I can’t … I want it, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

Jack first looks shocked but then parts his lips for Sam. 

“I said ‘open your mouth’. Wider.”

Oh, how sweet he trembles. He obeys again, mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out. Like he has to do when Sam cums in his face. What a beautiful sight he is. So innocent and yet so depraved. Sam rubs his cock a little, he’s nervous about it, it’s new. It’s unexplored. Completely foreign territory. Something he can’t show to Jack now. Jack trusts him and that’s what matters now. It takes him some effort to relax. Truly relax. Release the tension from his muscles, from his jaw, his arms, and let go. The first spurt of piss hits Jack’s chest. He moans in surprise, but doesn’t look away from Sam’s face, keeps his mouth open. 

“How does it feel? Being pissed on? Tell me, pet.”

Jack does his best to keep eye contact, even when Sam’s piss is running down his chest now, leaving glistening trails on his white skin. Some drops make it down to his belly button and even his cock. Jack’s erection is massive, twitching and leaking precum. 

“It’s humiliating, sir”, he says in a thin voice, “I feel dirty.”

“Good. Very good. You deserve to feel dirty.”

Sam bites his lip while another spurt hits Jack’s throat and gets caught in the strands of his blonde hair. 

“Open your mouth.”

Jack obeys. Sam’s piss now splashes against Jack’s chin and his mouth. He comes closer to aim better at Jack’s mouth and tongue. It visible Jack wants to retch, the smell and taste must be a lot, but he stays focused, receiving Sam’s piss.

“Touch yourself.”

Jack moans quietly and squeezes his eyes shut, but he starts jerking while urine is flowing all over his chest and stomach. Even his hand and cock get covered and soaked in piss. It really turns him on, because he starts squirming and moaning in a manner Sam never heard before. He doesn’t have much left, Sam needs to hurry. He covers Jack’s forehead in piss, wets his hair. Then the flow stops and Jack whines.

“Can I cum?”, he asks, gulping down a bit of Sam’s gift.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, sir…”, Jack cries. 

His movements get frantic almost, he thrusts in his fist, eyes still shut and his whole body trembling. 

“Say ‘thank you, sir, for giving me your piss’.”

“Oh, God… Thank you, sir, for giving me your piss…”

A few more powerful thrusts and Jack spills his cum over his legs. He moans in pleasure, his eyes shine in a slight golden light as it happens sometimes when he loses control. The sight makes Sam hard as a rock. When Jack slowly calms down, he breathes deeply and his head falls back. The smile is back. 

“Good boy”, Sam praises. 

He gets out of his clothes now. Needs relief. 

Jack is used to it being fucked raw, he loves it, as he assures Sam over and over. It’s the stretch, the pain and the feeling of Sam’s cum filling him up. And as a reward for being so obedient, Sam even grants him to rinse off the piss first. 

It’s their ritual to take a bath afterwards. Jack loves bubbles. Jack always gets bubbles. 

In Sam’s arms he relaxes and raves of the experience. Sam kisses Jack’s neck.

“I’m glad you liked it. For a second I thought you wouldn’t want it to get that far.”

Jack laughs and turns around to kiss Sam’s lips. He doesn’t taste of urine, something Sam is secretly happy about. He loves humiliating and degrading Jack, but he would never like it done to himself.

“Don’t be silly, Sam. I loved it. It was perfect.”

Jack looks at Sam in pure adoration and Sam leans in another kiss, happy to have given his boyfriend something that satisfied him deeply. 

Sam would shower Jack in all the love he could give.

[kylermalloy]

1 (stitch by stitch) 2 (waiting game) 3 (boy king) 4 (boyking) 5 (night terros) 11 (drowning in your heat) 14 (quiet company) 11 (quiet company) 15 (i'll be good for all the light that i shut out)

Thank you Yuki!! I love getting asks from you 😊

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way? -Stitch by Stitch

It was this fic, actually! It was A+ Jack whump. I wanted to take it a step further and have Jack not only tortured, but raised in an environment where torture is all he knows.

Of course I also took inspiration from Maximum Ride (winged kid raised in a lab? Hello?) but instead of making Jack a snarky teen, I wanted to properly explore his trauma.

And of course the canon of Supernatural inspired me, by doing absolutely NOTHING for the SamJack relationship! I had to do better.

2. What scene did you first put down? -Waiting Game

The scene where Sam opens the door for Jack. I’d thought about going backward and writing Jack’s POV on how he ended up on Sam’s doorstep, but then I decided that was best left to the imagination.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? -boyking!Klaus AU

There are so many! But I especially like this bit, from the Klaus POV snippet:

He is gentle. He treats you like the finest, most precious treasure.

You hold him close. Tightly, to the point of pain. You treat him like he is the sweetest, most delicious thing you will ever eat. You savor the taste of him.

It highlights how differently Klaus and Elijah view each other. Elijah sees Klaus as a delicate, valuable thing he must handle with care. Klaus? He dives in with both hands. No cares.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue? -boyking!Klaus AU

It’s strange, I hadn’t realized how light this story is on dialogue! Even this line I picked isn’t actually dialogue, but Mikael’s imagination:

You thought he could escape me? You thought he would want to? He loves me. He only fears you.

There are so many other lines I like, most of them Klaus teasing Elijah in some way. When I set out to write of this AU, I wanted to explore something chilling and psychological—and instead most of what I write is Klelijah getting handsy with each other 😂

5. What part was hardest to write? -Night Terrors

Most challenging? Oof. Probably...the end chapter, the one where Jack is drowning in his guilt. It wasn’t that it was hard to articulate Jack’s squishy feelings, it was just that I was determined to follow canon to the letter. And even that early on in the season (episode 6, Tombstone) canon was starting to lose me. I disavow a lot of season 13, and Tombstone with it a lot of times now. I do not like that simplistic episode.

11. What do you like best about this fic? -Drowning in your heat

Mary Porter. She has no lines, not even a proper scene in TVD. And yet she is infamous—she is technically the reason for the entire TVD series’ existence! It was fun writing her and I really want to come back to this scenario sometime in the future.

14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? -Quiet Company

Aside from the silly hand game? Not really. I just wanted to establish Sam’s bonding with Jack very early in canon, starting with their very first night as an awkward little family.

15. What did you learn from writing this fic? -I’ll be good (for all of the light that I shut out)

I learned (reinforced, more like) that I should never delete a half-finished draft, because no matter how long it takes there’s a chance I might come back to it.

I started writing this fic as one of my first TO pieces. I couldn’t think of a satisfying ending, so it sat abandoned in my drafts for over a year. Then I got that perfect piece of inspiration, finished the story, and posted it!

Ask me about my fics!

[kylermalloy]

Wait, Kyler! Can you just answer D for all of your Sam and Jack fics? For me? Please?

For you, Steph, anything! 💛💛💛

(I accidentally deleted your first ask so I’m very glad you sent this one too)

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

First of all, I watch @lovedsammy’s SamJack vids ALL the time for feels and inspiration! (Mel, your videos are pure magic. <3)

Okay, some of these are going to be really easy because my song inspiration ended up being the title. That’s the case for Near Light, This Could Be the Downfall, and Can You Hear Me.

Near Light the song is the perfect soundtrack for my dreamfic. It’s a surreal sadness tinged with hopefulness.

Ruelle owns my heart, so more than one of her songs are on this list. This Could Be the Downfall kind of has a villain-origin-story vibe, so it works very well for my Jack in the Box bitterness.

Can You Hear Me gets its title from a line in Hidden Citizens’ Silent Running. I get chills EVERY time I hear that song, without fail.

As for my other fics, those are more tricky. My taste in music is wild. And not always very easy to follow!

Converging Parallels is the fic where I get most into dad!Sam instead of SamJack angst, so this is the one I associate with the song Light by Sleeping at Last. That song is basically the quintessential SamJack song anyway. And since this is the fic that most gets into Sam’s past trauma, Fink’s Looking Too Closely also fits really nicely.

Waiting Game I named after the Parson James song, but the song I actually associate most with it is Safe Inside. That one also has major dad!Sam feels, even though it’s AU.

Soul deep is arguably my saddest fic—less than a thousand words of death sadness. Faded gives me the most Soul deep feels.

Spiral...oh, Spiral. Ruelle’s Deep End works super well for this one, especially the line can’t catch my breath. I’ve talked multiple times about Jack’s breathing being the most moving thing for me in that fic. And it just encapsulates Sam’s struggle so well.

Then there’s Night Terrors! This series is near and dear to my heart. I adore Ólafur Arnalds, and I associate this playlist with the peace of Night Terrors. One of the things I love most about Ólafur Arnalds is the tiny background noises in his recordings. I always feel like I’m in the room where the music is being made, which makes the whole experience very intimate—another Night Terrors hallmark!

*deep breath*

I have a LOT of SamJack fics.

So Nice to Meet You gets its title from this song, but I actually more closely associate it with Alps.

Finally, there’s The Universe Points Its Finger and Laughs, my most recent fic. It’s funny, I set this fic against brutal, bitter silence in my mind, since it was definitely written from a very bitter place. But I do actually have a few songs that go along with it nicely! Ruelle again rules my heart with The Other Side, which now has a prominent place in THREE of my fandoms, and then there’s Farewell by UNKLE.

Ask me fic questions!

[prowlingthunder]

WIP title ask game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!   I was, effectively, tagged by @norcumii

Titles under the cut. Tagging @thelavenderhimbo @chen-qing @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki

A Child of Blood Birds of a Feather Wolfthreat Denguards Witcher!Buffy Red [sybil and athena] A Mother’s Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect Des and Noct swap places Dragon’s Breath [Eddie Finch] [Jake Finch] [Hobbit/RW] [Killing Stalking/Fallout3] [RW/PJO] In a God’s Bedroom [ST/RW] Brothers And Sisters [Thor/RW] [WTNC/Arcana] Foxkits [CSI NY Lupercalia] [Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups] Hell Hath No Fury The Devil’s Luck Highschool [Sil/F8] (Best Laid Plans) Outsider The GOAT Big Town Blues Radstorm Line-dried Laundry (Porns Start Like This) [Inside Pandora’s Box] [Pandora’s Divide] Russian Roulette [Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic] Snow Angels Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Winter Animals All The Things I Didn’t Say [silquinn daemonfic] Justice for All scriptflip Witcher!River Ascendent Ab Infernis to abstain from doing harm A General Gift Nicias/Nicola/Caleb Triplets!verse Cathedral of You fanfic Dawnfire Prompto/Cor Galahdian!Noctis Galahdian!Prompto Galahdian!Gladio Galadian!Ignis The Feral Coeurl of Galahd Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic [legion beaucoup] sequal Terrible Things Papa!Nyx Vampire!Shields [modern ardyn/ravus au] herbwitch!Ignis Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic [transplant fics] Vipers Victim Caleb first heat in insomnia give a brother wings snowchild Clonebaby genderbender au Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort Charon/Hermes/Zag Wolflords Caran Dagra Starlight, Starbright Blood and Water Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Step Two [Bioshock ABO] [Heron/Seraphim fix-it] (This is what it’s like) (wolf fur and dragon teeth) All The Little Children Puppy At Heart Batman/Hawkgirl Brad Wayne [Genji Lives] [Yuuma Op] Nest of Vipers [Stanfic] [Genji Lives Path] [McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans] Taijo Aitai fanfic Quadrature Kagome, Kagome Coal Dust Blood and Ashes The Chosen Ones What Happened To Gavin [RPF: PT meets lR] Jedi!Shmi Mirshko/Cody Snowdrops Son of Sands Wolves [Jeeri Stormwitch thing] Supernova Revan+Wolves Monsters in the Dark A Pocket Ful of Sand [tcw/ep7 timetravel] Sempiternal Energy The Prophecy Impulse Matchstick/Hell Abo gullet fic Impulse/Selhat broke down my walls because of you so I'm just a dead man crawling the ground a garden grows [untitled oc clone ruination] like father like son [rex/krell] ge’tal par gar Safe sex Shmijango slave au Everybody wingfic [SamJack] [cohabitation fic] Bad Plan Marching Band What Big Sisters Are For Homecoming [Arrow/RW Multiverse] [Papa!Cye] Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch Little shadows far reaching [keith and marie] witchwolves [Human!geralt]