#oh hey what is this I'm in that little brother Sammy feels

[moonlightdistractions]

every time Dean says hi hey hiya Sammy after Sam has not heard his brother's voice or the word Sammy for a long time, my heart cracks just a little bit. like after Dean goes to Hell - seeing and hearing his big brother alive, saying Sammy - what a gutshot. emotional little brother puppy dog eyes initiated goddammit.

but yeah, fast forward hundreds of years or whatever, to the finale and a Sam that lived far too long without his brother because he promised he'd carry on, he'd live that long life Dean so wanted for him. He wouldn't give up, he'd always keep fighting. Then, upon his final breath he wakes up on a bridge in heaven and sees his big brother standing there, hears that voice he wouldn't ever forget but had faded just a little over the decades, god imagine what that must've felt like. "Hey Sammy" Dean says with a smile as if a lifetime hasn't separated them. For Sam, it was like a prayer, the purest kind that doesn't exist any more. "Hey Sammy". And Sam is there again, little brother to Dean. Where he is meant to be. Complete.

[welldonebeca]

Stupid Squeeze (2)

WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Semi-public sex. Dirty thoughts.  Oral sex. Size difference. Size kink. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Unsafe sex. Breeding kink.

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Baby was parked in the darkest spot behind the bar, nearly completely hidden.

If they managed to keep their little flower quiet, it would be easy to hide.

Sam glanced at her face, finding her wide-eyed and flustered.

"You can back away anytime, sweetheart," he assured her.

They would never force her into anything.

But she looked at him, shaking her head.

"I just... I've never done it in a car before," she confessed. "I never had the chance."

Dean chuckled, smirking to himself, and Sam let her go, so his brother could kiss her lips.

"Don't worry," he spoke softly. "We are very experienced."

That they were.

Finally, Lily nodded, and Dean smirked before picking her up, leaving Sam to be the one to unlock the door.

His brother lied her onto the seat, spreading her legs and placing himself right there.

Helen was gorgeous. Beautiful.

Her face was cherubic, her round cheeks nearly as attractive as her breasts.

She was full, at every little bit. Her hips, her chest, her cheeks...

Sam could see himself sinking his teeth onto her soft belly on his way to eating out her pussy very happily.

The moment Sam saw her, he'd gotten a hard-on. The curve of her hips, the way her fat ass looked in that tiny skirt.

He could have fucked her right there.

He was surprised when she pushed her fingers into Dean's hair, taking his mind off of his own thoughts.

"No," she whined. "No more teasing."

His brother lifted his hair, and though Sam couldn't see it, he could feel his confusion, and walked near them.

Lily sat up, pouting, growling.

"I believe I was promised some good fucking," she affirmed, at last.

Sam laughed, but she crossed her arms, pouting and he looked at Dean.

Well... she was right, wasn't she?

Dean chuckled, shaking his head and standing up.

"Alright," he stood up. "How do we do that?"

"The backseat can only fit one of us with her," Sam reminded him. "We'll have to take turns."

His brother glanced at him.

"Alright, there," he nodded. "Let me just-"

What now?

"Hey!" Sam interrupted him. "Who agreed you'd go first?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"House rules, Sammy. It's my car."

He scoffed. As if.

"It's our car," he corrected him. "You just happen to have a monopoly over the driving seat."

They had both been living in that car for their whole lives.

"Well, I'm the oldest," Dean decided. "And I go first."

"No," he shook his head. "That doesn't work like that."

As if he was going to let him take her first!

Dean scoffed, kicking his feet as if he was about to throw a tantrum.

"Dude, every time you go first you are too rough with them," he half whined. "You suck bruises all over them, you bite their tits, you squeeze their hips so hard you leave handprints!"

From the car, Lily whined, and Sam looked over to see her squirming, squeezing her legs together, very flushed.

Oh. Did she like that?

"It's not true," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

It wasn't like he marked them... too much.

Dean was just too soft!

He would let any girl top him if he was to have his way!

"Dean-"

"Let's just Rock-Paper-Scissors," his brother decided. "Okay?"

Sam wanted to laugh. Asking for Rock-Paper-Scissors just meant loosing for him!

"Sure," he walked to him.

Sam hit his palm twice, thowing rock right as his brother threw scissors.

There.

His brother grimaced.

"Dammit," he grunted.

But he didn't even fight him.

"Fine," Dean crossed his arms. "Just go."

Wait. Really?

No best of three?

But Dean just sat on the driver's seat, and Sam didn't take any time before grabbing Lily.

"Sam," she whined, taking him from her thoughts.

He looked down at her, holding her by her hips, and pressed her chest against his.

Oh, those tits... he could mark those cheeks.

"Yes, sweet flower?"

She pouted.

"Are you going to mark me too?" she asked timidly.

Sam licked his lips, tempted, before restraining himself.

"Let me check if you're ready for me first," he changed the subject, unbuckling his pants.

It would be a little too hard to take off his pants inside.

Sam took his belt off, shoving it into the car, and guided her to the back seat.

But Lily looked at him with hunger, licking her pink lips.

But he knew just how to fuck in that backseat without much restraint.

If she wanted him to be rough, Sam would love to give it to her.

He tugged on his clothes, quickly revealing and freeing his cock, and her hands were very quick to come to take it.

"Oh," Lily spoke softly.

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.

"It's so big..."

"Turn around, sweetheart," he tilted her chin up. "Raise your ass for me, will you?"

Lily whined, but complied, and Sam sat back a little as she put her knees on the seat.

Fuck, her ass was so gorgeous. Round and so juicy.

He flipped her skirt, pushing it up, and her panties were buried between her ass cheeks.

"Oh no," he faux lamented. "Your panties are ruined!"

They were. Her juices had made the light fabric all transparent now.

He pulled them off, and shoved them into Dean's hand, knowing his brother enjoyed them quite a bit.

"I'll keep these," he decided.

Sam smirked.

Of course he would.

His brother had no shame, taking them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Wet pussy," Dean hissed, looking at her. "Delicious."

Lily whined, and Sam couldn't hold himself, slapping her ass right away.

"You like it, pretty thing?" he hummed. "Bring a drippy slut for us?"

She arched her ass to him.

"Please, Sammy," she shook her ass side to side. "Fuck me?"

His cock throbbed.

How could he say no?

Sam spread her ass to get a better look at her cunt, and took his cock in his free hand, teasing her folds with it.

Fuck, she was so fucking wet, just so slippery.

He pushed the head into her entrance, pushing in, and her cunt squeezed him right away.

The way Lily moaned should have been illegal.

Sam had no patience, just pushing and pushing, engulfed by her wet walls, until he was fully settled inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He leaned over her, covering her whole body with his, and earn a silly moan.

"Sam," her head fell forward.

"Like this, my flower?" he pressed his lips to her ear. "Is this what your pussy needs?"

But before she could even answer, he pulled back and slammed himself all the way into her.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Yes, Sam!"

He growled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Fucking look at you," he pulled back, slamming into her again. "So pathetic, getting fucked by a stranger in his car outside..."

She moaned, silly, her cunt squeezing around his cock already.

"Yes, Sam," she whined.

"You didn't even care that I pushed my cock into you all bare," Sam reminded her. "Don't even care we're not using protection. You really want to be dripping with cum, don't you?"

Lily gasped under him.

"Oh f-"

But he interrupted her, taking his fingers to her clit and rubbing on it hard.

"Fuuuck," she whined.

Her cunt fluttered around him.

"Stupid girl," he rubbed her. "Just a drippy slut for me."

He was going to leave her all stuffed for Dean.

"Maybe we'll even leave a little gift inside you," he teased her, smirking. "Everyone will know you're a knocked-up slut."

She moaned, and he could feel the heat on her neck, as if she was flushing. Her cunt, though, got wetter and tighter.

Oh, she liked that, hm?

"Sam," she whined.

He kissed her neck.

"Why don't you say it, baby girl," he taunted her. "Say you want to be a knocked-up slut."

Lily shook her head, moaning under him.

He clicked his tongue.

No, that, wouldn't do.

Sam took his fingers from her clit and pushed them into her hair, pulling her head back, making her look at him, and buried his cock inside her, not moving.

"Sam!" she yelped.

"If you don't want to be my drippy knocked-up whore, then I'll have to stop fucking you," he reminded her, mockingly. "My cock is bare inside you, I can't risk it, little flower."

Lily whined, squirming, trying to move her hips under him, but Sam was just holding her.

"You're so mean, Sammy," Dean chuckled.

He looked over at his brother, finding him watching them as his arm moved slowly, her panties buried in his nose.

"The poor girl," he lamented.

Sam laughed, shaking his head, angling her to look at him.

"Look at him," he commanded. "My brother is so sweet, little flower. He'd let you walk all over him. He would let you ride him just so he could bury his face in those tits."

Dean moaned, undoubtedly thinking of it.

"But I'm not my brother," he bit her earlobe. "I want to break you. Make you into a stupid little thing that needs cock to live, that needs MY cock to breathe."

She moaned, her cunt squeezing him more.

"Now tell me, my dumb little flower," he made her look at him. "What are you?"

She whined.

"I'm your dumb slut," Lily moaned.

Sam smirked.

"And...?"

She pouted.

"I want to be your knocked-up slut, Sam," she begged. "Please."

Sam couldn't help himself.

Well, she had asked, hadn't she?

He fucked her hard as fast, the sound of his lips slapping her ass echoing loudly.

"Sam!" she moaned, a little too loudly.

She whimpered around them.

"P-ease," Lily moaned.

They laughed together, and Sam closed his eyes at her squeeze.

Fuck, he was getting close already.

He wished he could stay in her forever.

But he had to be a good brother.

Dean deserved a turn.

Sam took his fingers down again, rubbing her clit as he used her.

"You're going to cum for me while I fill you up," he commanded.

She moaned, silly.

"You're gonna cum on a stranger's cock while he knocks you up," Sam laughed. "Look at you."

Lily's cunt squeezed him, fluttering, squeezing.

Sam pressed his fingers harder to her clit, and he closed his eyes when she came right away, drooling all over Dean's fingers and Sam's cock.

"There you go," his brother praised. "Good slut."

Sam groaned, pulling back from her chest, rising from his spot as much as he could and grabbing her hips, fucking her hard and deep.

He was going to paint her insides, fill her up so much his seed would have nowhere to go but into her womb.

He moaned as he released himself, stopping himself from collapsing on top of her, but holding himself back.

The moment his balls emptied inside her, he pulled out slowly to look at the display in front of him.

Fuck, her cunt was all used, swollen and flushed.

"Wish I had a fucking camera," he grunted. "Would keep a memory of the day we put a baby into you."

She whimpered, face down on the backseat, and Dean pulled on his shoulder.

"Hey, you have your fun," his brother grunted. "She is mine now."

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[according2thelore]

36 y/o sam makes for a FORTY y/o dean. can you imagine.

in my head the dean fight is just them both accusing each other of being bad brothers to their respective sams.... just a furious mix of possessiveness and self-hating. i-can-be-a-better-big-brother-off. like a bake off! but insane.

i think old sam and dean would also bask in the admiration of their younger brothers. 36 y/o sam casually lifting weights and doing yoga in the freaking library like haha.... look at how wide my biceps are dean.... meanwhile 40 y/o dean is baking for 22 y/o sam while flexing every other second. extremely embarrassing middle aged men.

GRAHHHHH

a 22 y/o ES!Sam, a 26 y/o ES!Dean, a 36 y/o LS!Sam, and a 40 y/o LS!Dean?????

"embarrassing old men" is so REAL!!!!!!!

LS!Sam tries to find excuses to lift heavy things like 'hey have y'all seen my keys?' *lifts the armchair above his head* ES!Dean is panting and sweating and so hard that he almost passes out and ES!Sam has buried his face in his hands bc oh my god he's so transparent this is so fucking mortifying

LS!Dean keeps trying to feed ES!Sam because oh my god? this kid is so skinny? he makes him burgers and pancakes and grilled cheeses and slaps ES!Dean's hand--hard--when he tries to grab one off the plate because these are not for you, little shit.

while LS!Sam and ES!Dean are off gazing lovingly into each other's eyes or whatever, LS!Dean and ES!Sam are so uncomfortable-sticky-sick with jealousy that they end up migrating to the kitchen, where they spend hours at a time, sometimes talking sometimes not.

dean will make him lunch or snacks or crack him a beer ('if you're even old enough to drink, how old are you anyway, squirt?' 'squirt, god, what is this, 1950? i'm 22, jerk.') and ES!Sam tries to gently sneak info about the future out of dean.

dean has almost twenty years on this kid. he can't stop looking at sam's wet little mouth and feels like an old perv for it, but what else can he do about it? he thinks it's mostly unrequited lust (feeling sam's bicep and being able to wrap an entire hand around it, looking up into his little brother's eyes and sam can't even look down at him without looking away shyly, god), but when he's pulling a pizza out of the oven, he catches ES!Sam looking away sharply, blush crawling up his neck and holy shit--

that little skeeze! he was totally checking out dean's ass! everything dean makes now has to be baked, or the pans mysteriously move to the bottom cabinets and he has to bend over to get them out. he wears his best jeans and his most worn shirts or wifebeaters and takes sammy out to the garage so they can talk there while he eats food dean made and dean can really make a show of it--flexing and hauling things and bending over the engine. and who can blame sam if he has to lean over and touch? who can say dean's wrong if sam's sitting in the chair in the kitchen and his hair is mussed from sleep and his eyes are dazed and he has a smear of maple syrup at the corner of his mouth from pancakes dean made for him, and dean has to wipe it away with his thumb and suck it into his own mouth?

or reverse, ES!Dean pretending that he needs lore help so LS!Sam leans over him in the library chair, his broad chest to Dean's back, his breath on Dean's ear, his hair tickling his neck. ES!Sam asking LS!Dean questions about the armory so he can see his eyes light up, so he can watch his shoulders as he hauls something heavy, deadly and purposeful and graceful.

and oof. a dean fight would be brutal. both verbally and physically. LS!Dean would be blaming all of his past mistakes on ES!Dean (maybe if you'd loved him right, he would've stayed. maybe if you weren't such a needy piece of shit, you could've stopped him. maybe if you were stronger, you could stop what's coming. sam needs someone better than you, someone who won't fuck up.) whereas ES!Dean sees all the pockmarks in LS!Sam and knows somehow it must be LS!Dean's fault (who did that to him? who let that happen? you're talking about being strong, but you're weak. pathetic. talk about being a big man but you're just as fucking broken. i would've never let that happen, i would've never let anyone get in fifty fucking miles of him--our job is to protect sammy, all costs. i would've rather died). they keep trying to prove how much better they are, how much more they can provide.

but any way you cut it, they just soak up each other's attention and anger because it's so reassuring to know that all versions of sam's big brother love him, will do anything for him; that sam chooses dean--any dean, every dean, in every form. that all versions of your brother is your version, he will always belong to you.

but god, the jealousy!!!! he's mine!!!! petulant and childish and grown and desperate and everything in between!!!!!

you get it anon, oh lovely anon <3 they are everything to each other at all times, and time travel would just make it more twisted and possessive and frantic. <3

-lizzy

[builtbykittie]

Play fighting

Samuel Kiszka x f!reader

See part two here

Summary: Your best friend Sam invites you over for a dinner at his place, theres no harm in a little play fighting, right?

Words: roughly 3.6k

Warnings: some friends to lovers action, alcohol consumption, slapping/hitting, sorta bratty Sam, SMUT, dom Sam, slight impact play, masturbation, unprotected sex (don't do it y'all), slight cock warming, BONUS: mentions of Jake having a gf (sorry Jake girls)

A/N: a Sammy fic in honor of his birthday, I had to speed through this to get it out before/by the third because, for some smart reason, I decided to start it hella late so I am very sorry if it is not the best.

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You find yourself at the steps of your best friend's house for about the 2nd time this week. Sam had invited you for dinner with him, Danny, Jake, & Josh after you recently mentioned wanting to see his brothers again. Unsurprisingly, instead of simply making a reservation at a nice restaurant, Sam insisted on making dinner.

"Y/N!" Sam exclaims as he opens the door, throwing his arms in the air and immediately pulling you through the door. "Jesus Sam, I saw you yesterday," you giggle while trying to escape his hold on you.

"Hi guys!" you wave to the boys sitting at the island, you must've been tardy since you got here after everyone else. Setting down your bag on the counter, Sam stabs his index finger into your side, eliciting a yelp and flinch from you.

"You asshole!" You whine, lifting your arm to hit him, but are stopped by a death grip on your wrist. "Calm down, princess," he nonchalantly lets go of your wrist and brings his hand up to your chin, squeezing the skin of your cheeks to make your lips pucker.

"Knock it off," you mumble, pulling his hand away from your mouth to pour a glass of wine.

You walk into the living room where Jake is sat with tequila in hand listening to the music playing for background noise. "So... Y/N," Jake devilishly smiles, your mind preparing for whatever he's about to say. "Yes, Jakey?" You sit down next to him, anxiously sipping the wine you poured just minutes before.

"You and Sam hookup yet?" He nudges your arm with his elbow which causes a drop to jump up and splash back down in your glass. "Jake!" You gasp, and you feel your cheeks start to grow red "I can't remember how many times I've told you, we're just friends!"

Jake lets out a chuckle from within his chest "oh come on Y/N. You're always flirting with each other, I swear to god I've seen his hand up your skirt." You start to become flustered in reaction to his words, and the thought of your best friend's hand up your skirt gets stuck in your mind. "First of all, I can assure you that you've never seen his hand up my skirt."

You stand up in protest "and second of all I would not give up our years of friendship just to relieve some 'sexual tension'." You watch as Jake's lips curl up into a shit-eating grin, now you know you've messed up.

"So you admit it? There is something with you two."

Of course there was. Sam was too hot for his own good and you couldn't stop yourself from thinking it. You would never admit it aloud, but you loved whenever Sam fucked with you. There was no denying you felt something for your best friend, however, there was nothing to do about it.

"No Jake that's not what I meant," you lied "can we talk about something else? Please?"

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"How was it?" Sam smiles as you approach him at the sink, waiting your turn to wash your plate off. "Terrible," you crash your hip into him with a giggle "no, it was really good, thanks Sammy."

"Ah, the wife's calling," Jake jokes in that British accent everyone likes to call 'Oliver Reed', specifically when he's drunk. Not long after picking up the phone, Jake hangs up with who seems to be his girlfriend "hey guys I'm gonna head home."

"You sure you can drive like this?" You giggle, settling next to Sam on the couch. "I can drive," Josh suggests, knowing damn well he's not any less drunk than anyone else here.

"Whatever, just get home safe," Sam wraps his arm around the back of the sofa and leans back, waving to his brothers getting their coats on and ready to leave. "You guys, if there's anyone who has to drive I think it should be Daniel," Sam nods his head in agreement with your words.

"What? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Danny smiles, grabbing his keys and jacket. "No! I was just saying!" you blush, sitting up and leaning forward. "Oh it's fine, I needed to get some things done around the house anyways.. and it'd be better if they didn't die. I'll see you later," Danny meets the other two at the door with a smile.

"Bye, guys! Love you!" You call as they file out the door, earning waves and 'goodbyes' from them before turning your attention to Sam. "Guess it's just you and me handsome," you joke, bringing your knees up to your chest and bumping him with your leg.

"How about we switch this music to something smoother, maybe.. jazz?" Sam gestures to the record player, standing slowly on steady legs. Suddenly, that image Jake gave you of Sam's hand up your skirt pops into your mind. You got nervous at the thought of being alone with Sam, tipsy and listening to smooth jazz.

You stand up to shake the inappropriate thoughts, you'd be lying if you said this was the first time you thought about him in this way. "Aww, Sammy," you giggle "you finally got an incense holder!"

You've been pestering him for not owning a holder for weeks, at some point he must've given in and bought one. You pull a mystery stick out of a mini vase "what is it? The scent."

"I don't know, light it and find out," Sam turns his head to look at you after finally getting the damn vinyl situated, the soothing sounds of jazz filling the room. "You know," Sam adds, his lips curling up into a smirk "Jake was talking to me earlier."

Your heart starts beating at an unimaginable pace, of course Jake talked to Sam as well. "Really? Me too," you step back from the shelf where his vinyls and incense sit, trying to muster up all the confidence you could.

"Yeah? Then I'm assuming he said the same thing to you, huh?" Sam has that stupid grin on his face that he always does whenever he's up to no good. "The thing about me and you?" You put your hands on your hips.

"what about you and me?" Sam smirks "I was thinking of what he said about my cooking."

Suddenly your cheeks get dangerously hot and you plant your face in your hands "oh god, Sam!" Of course, Sam knew what he was doing, it was in his nature to fuck with you. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

His devious laughter at your distaste infuriates you. Without a second thought, you are angrily walking over to him and hitting his chest with just enough force to make him fight back.

Before you can get a second hit on him he's hooking his arm behind your knees and lifting you into the air. "Hey!" You kick your legs as he adjusts you to be hanging upside down. You're lucky the dress you wore was fitted or else everything would be on display for your best friend to see "Sam! I'm wearing a dress!"

"Maybe you should've thought of that before you hit me like a little brat," he chuckles, your slip dress starting to bunch up at your shorts. Before you can protest, you're being laid down on the floor and he's fixing the skirt "wouldn't want my princess to be uncomfortable."

His cocky words spark something inside of you, you start to feel the wetness growing between your thighs and there was absolutely no stopping it. You start to sit up, grabbing onto Sam's legs and pulling him down with loud giggles.

"Agh! Man down!" Sam shouts, prying your arms off from around his legs. You quickly stand up before he can do anything, jolting back to avoid his arms swatting at your feet. "Come on Sammy! Stand up, tough guy!" You cackle, holding up your arms as if to punch.

"Oh, you don't really think you can beat me, do you?" Sam chuckles, rising to his feet and grabbing your wrists in an iron grip. "Well if you'd let go of my arms maybe I could!" You giggle, yanking your arms back and kicking his shins.

"Ow, you little shit!" He lets go of your arms and attempts to tackle you despite your many dodges. Finally, Sam gets you down and wrestles for dominance, the both of you frantically moving around the soft carpet.

Suddenly, you scurry up to your feet and away from your best friend. "Where do you think you're going?" Sam chuckles, quickly standing up and walking over to you. You were standing by a wall, already plotting your escape but too late once he approaches you.

Unknowing what to do, you start hitting his chest, loud giggles escaping your lips with each throw of your arms. Sam slots his leg between your thighs and slams you against the wall, grabbing your arms and pinning them by your head.

You stop giggling, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "What's wrong baby?" Sam smirks as you squirm under his grasp, unable to escape from his hold. Sam's eyes grow dark and blown out with lust "looks like you lost, princess."

"Sam," his name comes out in a broken whisper as you look down to your feet, there was absolutely no chance of shutting him off now. Staring intently into his eyes, you start to stutter "Sam, we're drunk."

By now, the incense has burned out and you both completely drowned out the music playing in the back. "Mm, not really," he inches closer "it's been a while."

He was right, you were buzzed, but not drunk. You were frightened, not sure if this is how your friendship with him would end. Your mind races as he brings his face even closer, his warm breath fanning across your face "Sam.. Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," Sam presses a kiss to your cheek "are you?" You stood with your reflections, trying to decide what to do as quickly as possible.

"Mhm," you consent, looking up and locking your eyes with his. "Let me hear you say it, lovely," he kisses the corner of your mouth, letting go of your arm and stroking your cheek. "Yes, Sammy. Please kiss me," you whisper, gazing into his beautiful eyes with great adoration.

Wasting no time, he smashes his lips against yours. Your lips molded together beautifully, locking like puzzle pieces. To your surprise, the slow, passionate kiss turned hungry within a matter of seconds. He drops your arm with his other hand, his arms wandering from your face to your waist, holding you still against the wall, and his tongue swipes across your lips.

You open your mouth slightly to grant him access to your mouth, and his hands move down further to hold your ass with a squeeze. "Sam," you pull back "take me to your room."

"A bit impatient, are you?" Sam smiles smugly, landing a slap against your ass which causes you to release a small moan. With a chuckle, Sam is lifting you by your legs once again and throws you over his shoulder to bring you to his room, now making sure your dress falls to your waist with a slight shake of your body.

With every step up the stairs, you grow more and more impatient, your arousal soaking your panties at the excitement of knowing you were moments away from fucking your devastatingly attractive best friend.

The door opens and he sets you down, you look around the familiar setting of his minimal cozy room, basking in the beautiful scent of sandalwood and possibly eucalyptus. Your moment of contentment is interrupted by the loud slamming of the door behind you and Sam's footsteps toward you.

The first time you had ever considered Sam in this way was after a long day. Stress had piled up due to work and you decided to relieve it by taking a warm shower, but after that didn't work you decided to take it into your own hands, literally. As you reached your peak, you pictured Sam's hand replacing your own, and you couldn't shake that thought for weeks.

"Tell me doll," Sam cups your cheek "how do you like it?" You impatiently pull down your shorts so that they're resting at your ankles "I don't care, just fuck me."

"What's the magic word?" he squeezes your face in between his hands to the point where it starts to hurt. "Seriously, Sam?" you pull on his hands in an attempt to get him to let go.

"I'm not gonna touch you until you say it, spoiled brat," instead of letting go, he squeezes your cheeks tighter. "Oh my God, fine." you muster up the best 'fuck me' eyes you possibly could "please Sammy, fuck me. I need it so bad."

"Atta girl," he lets go of his hold on your cheeks, gently slapping one cheek before pulling the top of your dress down below your breasts. "God, you're fucking gorgeous," Sam marvels at your chest, your nipples instantly stiffening at the air hitting your freshly bare boobs.

"On the bed," Sam demands, undoing his belt. You do just as he says, climbing on the bed and sitting on your shins, your hands tucked neatly between your thighs so that your arms are pushing your breasts together slightly.

The bed you were sitting on was the same bed he held you in while you were crying, the same bed he took you to after blacking out at the bar, the same bed you gossiped to him in, and now it'll be the same bed he fucked you in.

He lets both his pants and boxers fall to his ankles, pulling them off his feet and walking toward you. "Oh my God," you mutter, squeezing your thighs together even tighter than before. "What is it, baby?" Sam wraps his hand around his cock with an iron grip, pumping at a dangerously slow pace that made you wince in anticipation.

"Sam, you- you're big," you stutter, shamelessly staring at his length in awe. "What'd you expect pretty?" Sam smirks, incredibly proud of himself.

"I don't know," you finally break eye contact with his cock to look at his face "not this."

"Were you really about to fuck me while expecting me to be small?" Sam fakes offense, a shit-eating smirk you knew all too well playing on his lips. "No! I thought you were gonna be, I don't know.. average," you stutter, your head dropping to look down at your knees.

"Look at me," Sam's voice gets deeper. Your head darts up, meeting his lust-blown eyes.

Sam takes steady steps toward you, climbing on the bed and sitting in front of you. He taps the underside of your thigh "Sit up." Without another second to waste, you're rising, shifting your weight fully onto your knees.

Sam hikes up your dress, sighing at the inconvenience of your panties blocking his access "take these off." You shimmy the fabric off of your hips and down to your knees as he removes his shirt from his body. Sam does not wait to slot his fingers between the lips of your heat.

Your hand flies to his cock as he starts to rub merciless circles around your clit, swirling your hand around his rock-hard length. "Oh God, Sammy," his name flies out of your mouth so effortlessly, like it was always meant to emerge from your lips in such a lewd situation like this.

Sam speeds up his pace, your upper body collapses into his shoulder and your legs start to quiver. You begin to slow down your arm, leisurely stroking him and tugging with each pump. "Fuck Y/N just like that," Sam groans, almost as a whisper.

"Sammy!" you moan "oh my God Sam, I'm close." The sensation was so addictive, jutting your hips forward to chase your upcoming high.

"I know baby," he could tell by your breath significantly speeding up and your moans progressively getting louder and louder.

Before either of you can reach orgasm, he pulls his hand from you and rips your hand away from him. Leaning in toward you, he whispers deeply into your ear "don't think I'm letting you off that easily, after hitting me and saying you could beat me."

"Please Sam," you whine, falling back down onto your shins with a pout. "Jesus Christ Y/N, don't be so impatient. I'll make you cum once you've earned it."

"Yeah? And how do I do that Sammy?" you furrow your brows, annoyed at his cocky attitude. "When you stop acting like a spoiled, needy bitch," he grunts, flipping you over and shoving your head into the sheets.

You've seen sam upset before, but never like this. It was intriguing, and without a doubt hot.

With your ass pointing up in the air, he situates himself behind you and lays a smack against it. "I think you need to apologize before I can fuck you," Sam grasps the meat of your ass.

"Oh my God," you mumble, just loud enough for Sam to hear and slap your ass in disapproval. "Sam, I am so sorry for being a brat. Please, fuck me," you beg, swivelling your hips for him to know you're ready.

"Good," Sam swipes his hand over the red mark on your ass before grasping the base of his cock and flicking his tip over your soaked pussy which is just enough for you to moan his name softly.

Without warning, Sam is stretching you out in one slow and agonizing thrust before pulling out to come back down with one quicker, sharper thrust into you. The sting of him stretching you out felt so amazing "how does it feel doll?"

"So good Sammy. Please, never stop," you moan, moving your head to make sure your words are heard. Sam bends down so that his chest is flush against the skin of your back not being covered by the silk fabric, snaking his arm around you to meet his fingers with your clit, your body jolting at the sensation.

You mewl as he starts to rub harsh circles on your little bundle of nerves whilst thrusting deep into you. "Yeah? You like that baby?" Sam mutters between thrusts and heavy breaths. You shriek his name into the sheets of his bed before frantically nodding your head, your arm snaking down to meet his hand and adjusting his fingers to be pressing hard against the swollen bud.

"Oh God Sam," you cry, the head of his beautiful cock hitting a different sweet spot with every thrust. He hit spots you didn't think were possible to hit, spots that you didn't even know existed and were desperate for attention.

"Come on princess, let go for me," Sam whispers, his cock beginning to brush against your g spot with each movement of his hips. Sam sits back up, fingers still rubbing around your clit and still thrusting mercilessly into you, now just covered in a thin layer of sweat caused by your hot bodies pressed against each other.

"Shit," he mumbles, his orgasm quickly approaching him. A heavy fog takes over your mind, completely blurring your vision as the knot in your stomach tightens.

The band of pleasure inside you snaps, and you cry out as he helps you ride out your high, his orgasm coming just seconds after. The warm sensation of his cum spurting out inside you was addicting, you would let him stay inside of you like this all night if given the chance.

The pleasure he gave you was unlike anything you've ever felt before, it was so different from all your other partners that failed to please you. It's like Sam already knew your body, like you've done this with him a million times before.

His thrusts come to a slow stop, staying still in the same position for a few moments to fully come back down to earth. Sam starts to pull out "wait," you mutter, not ready to miss the contact just yet.

"Just tell me when you're ready baby," Sam's tone is much different from what you've seen tonight, it was soft and sincere. As much as you loved his sassy attitude, this sweet tone could instantly make you fall in love all over again.

"Okay," you mutter after waiting a few seconds, bracing yourself. Slowly, he pulls out of you, and you hiss at the sensation followed by a breathy moan. Sam slowly crawls around and lays next to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer.

You cuddle your head into his chest, damp due to the thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. "Jesus Christ," you start to giggle, your head tilting up to get a good look at his gorgeous face.

You slowly sit up and crawl toward the edge of the bed, struggling to stand on weak legs, Sam following you. You shed off the remaining fabric on your body before lifting the toilet seat and sitting down, Sam wetting a washcloth with warm water as you go pee. "Wait," he places his hand on your shoulder to sit you back down while you go to stand up.

Sam taps your knee "open for me." He gently wipes the sticky slick off of your inner thighs before peppering soft kisses to the area. "Thanks, Sammy," you smile, kissing the top of his head and holding onto him as you both stand up.

"So what now?" you say, laying back down next to him in the bed, your mind flipping through every consequence of having sex with your best friend. "Shh," he whispers "we can talk in the morning."

You nod your head, lifting your upper body to press a kiss to his beautiful lips before tangling your hands in the soft tresses of his brown hair. It was within a matter of seconds that you start to doze off to the warmth of his body.

"Goodnight Sam," you whisper, getting even closer to his body, as if that was even possible.

"Goodnight lovely."

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Sleepy Dean Winchester

The confession part 2.

"Dean Winchester, do you know how long I have wanted nothing more than to do what you just did, hell I even got rid of Sammy last night just so it would be the two of us. And what do you do, you fall asleep on me. And then when I woke up alone I thought I'd made you angry, that you were ashamed of me" Dean sat there in shock. "the amount of times i have dreamed of that, dreamed of you pulling me in, kissing me until it stops hurting. To have you wrap those arms around me when everything was falling apart. From the moment i saw you i knew you were the one for me, i....... i love you Dean". Tears were streaming down your face.

You felt his hands pull at your wrists, moving your hands from your face. he placed his finger under your chin so you would look up at him, but you kept your eyes closed.

He pulled you in for a hug "oh y/n I would never be ashamed of you, because I, well I love you too" those three little words that you only ever dreamed of him saying to, just became a reality. You pulled out of the hug looking him straight in his gorgeous green eyes. you both sat there in silence just looking at each other. You went to lean in for another kiss as the bunker door opened.

Sam came running down the stairs as you two moved away from each other. He saw you both in the library and walked over to you. "Hey guys, you have a good night" sam said looking at you with raised eyebrows. You just glared at him and announced you were going to make some breakfast.

"Nice timing asshat" Dean said to Sam as he stood from his seat. "What, what did I do?" Dean walked off to his room as Sam followed. "Did you and y/n talk last night, she said it was important" "nope, she put some chick flick on and I fell asleep on her", Sam started to laugh. "Hey bitch, it's not funny" "I'm sorry Dean, you fell asleep on her. Did she even get the chance to talk to you?". Dean started to get annoyed with all his questions so he walked towards the kitchen.

He could smell the pancakes and the bacon as soon as he left the library. Both he and Sam walked into the kitchen as you stood by the sink cleaning the pots and pans you had used. Sam grabbed a coffee to go as he had only popped in to say morning and grab some fresh clothes. He was going to stay with Eileen for a few days.

Sam could feel the tension between you both so he got his coffee gave you a quick hug and left. You had told Sam of your feelings for his brother, but what you didn't know was he knew how Dean felt about you. Sam patted Dean on the shoulder and said something to him but you couldn't make out what.

Here you were again, alone with Dean. He looked at you and you looked at him. It didn't take long for you both to reach each other and kiss each other passionately, with so much desire in one kiss that it left you gasping for air. "Dean, your breakfast is getting cold" you nodded to his plate. "I think there are more important things I would rather be doing right now than eating y/n" he said with a smirk.

"Dean Winchester, turning down food, are you okay? Do I need to get Sam back" he started to tickle your sides which made you laugh "I could listen to that laugh for the rest of my life". You calmed down and placed your arms over his shoulders. Pulling him in for another quick kiss you replied to him "Well then Winchester, it's a good job that we have forever, if you'll have me?" He pecked your nose "oh sweetheart, you will never be getting rid of me, even if you wanted to" "Dean I would never want to be without you!" Dean picked you up bridal style "well y/n, I think we've waited long enough, your bedroom or mine" he said as he ran with you down the halls, you giggling in his arms.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Would you like a part 3 (obs it will be the smut part 🤭) I will start writing it and will probably end up posting as well 😜

@k-slla @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @cevansbaby-dove @deans-spinster-witch

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I Don't Wanna Talk Right Now

Summary: After breaking up from a complicated relationship with colby, madison sees him again

Pairing: Colby Brock x Madison Golbach (Reader)

Content/Warnings: Fluffy angst, Passing out and mentions of starvation

A/N: This is set around the time Sam and Colby lived at their apartments

The blonde haired girl walked through the door of Sam's apartment for pizza night as he promised it wouldn't be awkward for them after the big break up she had with Colby, she approached katrina as she saw the boy in the blue hair next to a girl, who was whispering over the music to him, madison rolled her eyes and got a white claw from the fridge «Just a couple of minutes and back to bed» She said to herself, feeling her chest burning with jealousy

In one way or another, she had to let go, as he explained it, he was scared and she didn't understood at first and then a couple hours after when she was all alone in her apartment with the heart shattered, she had got it, scared of commitment

Sam sat next to her, worried about his sister, he nudge her a little bit to get her attention but her eyes were on Colby, who was laughing and joking with Jake and Corey

"You ok?" Her brother asked, he always felt this protective feeling over her

"No, but I'll be fine, Sammy" She said and sighed exhausted, she had a long day of filming for her new show "He seems to be fine"

"He's faking it, he blames himself for it"

"As he should, anyways... I think I'll go back to my apartment watch Supernatural" She took her keys out and walked to the door

"Hey, do you want to take a box of pizza with you?" Sam looked at her with bright smile, she just nodded taking one box with her "I love you, goodnight" He said as she was closing the door "If you need anything text me or Kat"

She just nodded affirmatively, already making plans on her mind, Supernatural, that pizza and a glass of wine were going make her feel better

"Hey Sam, what's wrong?" Colby asked to his best friend

"Nothing, Colby" Sam said suddenly feeling resentment, he hurted his twin sister, if she was hurt, he was hurt and worried

Madison walked down the hallway finding her apartment, as she entered she left the pizza box on the coffee table, to go to her couch and curled up in it with her comfort show, she got lost on the plot of the episode as Dean Winchester was beating the shit out Castiel

"Demon Dean is something else" She said to herself, giggling "Am I i attracted to this?" Forgetting her pain for a little bit, and then the reminder come back when the blue haired boy was in her living room, startling her

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He said carefully, smiling a little "You are still watching that?"

"Yeah... it's the fifth time" She was being distant, she couldn't even look at him "What do you want?"

"I just needed to know how you doing" Colby said, seeing her curled up in ball on the couch and watching Supernatural was not a good sign, which made him guilty "Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm ok, you know, just peachy" Her mask was convincing at least it to Colby «Fake it till you make it» She said to herself

"Ok, just checking, Sam was worried" it was painful for both of them and awkward but they were still friends "Well…have fun with Sam and Dean" He said approaching the door

Madison felt like her thoughts were about to betray her, and intrusive thought came in and she let it win

"Did you ever loved me? Did that month meant something to you?" The blonde haired girl stood up and walked towards her ex

"Of course it did, you were my everything, you're still my everything and i was the happiest" He responded, not even thinking about it "I think there's nothing left to say still, we said a lot"

"there's still some things I want to say" The blue eyed girl said

"Go ahead" He told her, feeling like he was about get hurt, her words were always sharp

"Taking the risk of putting the little dignity i have left out there, I'm still hurt and i won't beg you to do nothing, not even apologize but" Her voice cracked

he was listening carefully, in all seriousness knowing perfectly she was about dig his grave and bury him for the last time

"Why?" Madison asked feeling the rage building up and boiling in her veins, Colby's eyes got big, surprised that was what came out her mouth "Why did you broke up with me, if you were so happy"

"I recognize i was stupid and sometimes i don't think things, if i was scared to commit i should've said that to you" Colby started to tear up remembering his mistake "I'm so sorry, i regret everything i said or didn't said"

The blue haired boy was begging for forgiveness even if she didn't asked him to beg, holding the girl that used to be his

"Please forgive me" He pleaded "I love you"

Those three words paralyzed her on the spot, feeling overwhelmed

"I'm sorry, Colby, i just can't" She was holding back tears while she was feeling the tight grip the boy had on her waist

"It's fine, i was not expecting you to run to my arms" As he said it, she did collapsed on his arms, her overworked starved body gave in at the comfortable touch of her ex boyfriend

She loved it, she love how touchy he was, how clingy he could get

Feeling dizziness because of the tiredness and fatigue, Colby fortunately fast enough to hold her tighter watching his ex girlfriend half passed out on his arms, he placed her on the couch

The blue haired boy took his phone out of his pocket, dialing his best friend's phone but wasn't picking up

"Maddie, what are you doing to yourself" He said knowing she probably wouldn't hear, he knew also how much loved her work, a complete workaholic just like him plus the break up, he just knew she wasn't eating properly or sleeping enough

He called his friend again, cuddling her close to his heart feeling the anxiety building up in his body, seeing she wasn't responding

"Hello? Colby where are you?" Sam said on the other line

"Sam, your sister, she passed out" Sam didn't even hesitated in leaving his apartment and all of his friends, colby felt her breathing heavily "Baby... hi" he whispered softly as she was opening her eyes

"What happened?" She asked confused, seeing Colby was holding onto her for dear life

"You passed out, have you eaten anything today?" He asked worried, she hated how much he knew her "Coffee doesn't count" She nodded negatively

Sam and Kat were on the door frame, the blond boy was ever more pale than he actually was, and Kat had a worried look on her face

"Is she ok?" Sam rushed by her side, while Colby was stepping out, letting Sam handle the situation

"Colbs?" she heard herself saying his nickname and couldn't stop from calling him, she did grabby hands extended to him

Before anything else they were friends, besides the heartbreak and the pain, he cared for her

"It's ok, guys, i can stay, i wasn't having fun anyways"

Sam hesitated to leave, not because he didn't trusted his best friend, but his overprotective self couldn't leave his twin sister

When Sam and Kat finally left, Colby started cooking something for her to eat, there was pizza but she needed something more nutritional than those carbs and greasy food, he made some noodle soup and brought a plate to her

She smiled tiredly at warm feeling of the chicken noodle soup Colby made for her

"Press play" He said sitting next to her, trowing an arm around her shoulders

"But you haven't seen season one" She finished the soup and made that adorable face to get a little more

"Put the first season then" He said from the kitchen, secretly loving being with her

Madison fell asleep on Colby putting her feet on his lap and holding on to his body while getting the best sleep she had in a while, suddenly Colby realized she was the one and little by little letting the fear of commitment and getting hurt go, she needed him but he needed her even more.

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Mine; Gabriel x Reader smut

You were at a bar with the Winchesters getting away from it all when Gabriel had decided to show up. "Hiya boys." Dean nearly jumped out of his seat. "Jesus Christ Gabriel you can't do that" Gabriel just shrugged "Why not i thought it was funny." You decided to stop the fighting there "Hey Gabriel." He smiled "hi sweet cheeks." You blushed softly smiling. Dean sighed "You guys have fun I'm going to try to get laid." Sam spoke up "Ok im going home then." "Seeya sammy." Gabriel said as Sam walked out the door. "Wait can I come with Sam?" He turned around "Sure come on." Gabriel pulled you into a hug "Bye youngster." He said ruffling your hair smirking as you then dashed out the door.

"So you've got a thing for Gabriel." Sam said when you got in the car. "No i dont." You smile to yourself as you look at the ground. "Yes you do I can see it every time you look at him." You blush softly "Can you really?" He smirked "It's kind of obvious Y/n." "Do you think he knows?" He chuckled "No."

You smiled as you pulled up to the bunker. As soon as Sam turned off the car you ran to your room. When you got to your room you laid down smiling to yourself "It can't be that bad to love Gabriel." You heard a flutter of wings and jumped up "Hi Cas." You said looking at the angel happily. "You seem happy y/n." "Just thinking about something." He moved to sit next to you "Care to tell me what." Castiel and you were friends with benefits he knew you had your heart set for Gabriel. "Just you know a handsome archangel." He chuckled at that. You smiled as he wrapped an arm around you. That was until he said that you should tell Gabriel. Then your mood kind of dropped "Are you crazy!?" Cas tilted his head "What do you mean?" You sighed "I mean he's an archangel and I'm just a human." "Y/n don't think that lowly of yourself." You sighed "I just need some rest." "Ok." He left after that. You laid down and closed your eyes drifting off to sleep.

Castiel's pov

After my little talk with Y/n I went to talk to Gabriel who was still sitting at the bar. "Hello brother." "Hi Castiel." "What are your feelings on Y/n?" "Why?" He looked at me and I could have sworn he was blushing. "Just curious." He sighed looking away "She's nice." I decided I wasn't going to get anything out of him that way so I decided to take it up a notch. "I'll tell you one thing Gabriel." He looked at me "What?" "She's really submissive during sex." He growled at me. I thought it was funny so I decided to tease more. "She's such a good girl and has such a daddy kink." He stood up straightening his back and challenging me to say more. I gladly took his challenge "She's got such a dirty mouth and looks so good chocking on my cock. The best thing is she's mine." Gabriel snapped his fingers bringing us back to the bunker. I got pushed against the wall "Whoa what's happening." "Out Sam." Sam walked out with his hands up. "You have some courage challenging me brother but she will not be yours for much longer." He looked me in my eye before letting me go. Being the angel I am I had learned how too make a guy jealous from dean and I had one last trick. " You know Gabriel I was thinking of marking her as mine." This pushed him over the edge "Don't you fucking dare brother." He disappeared and I laughed. "What was all of that about?" "You might want to go somewhere else for the night." Was all I said before I teleported to Y/n.

She was sleeping peacefully until I lightly woke her up. "Huh? Oh hi cas." I didn't say anything I just kissed her knowing damn well Gabriel was watching.

Normal POV*

One second he was kissing you the next he was flown across the room. "You've crossed the line Castiel." You looked at the voice who spoke it was Gabriel! "Gabriel?" You ask quietly. "Yes sugar?" He made Castiel disappear. "What's wrong?" Instead of answering you he backed you up to the bed. "So you've been fucking my brother?" You gulped "Yes?" "Mmm baby your in for a hell of a night I'm going to make you scream my name so hard you forget Castiel's and your own name." As he pushed you down he grabbed your wrists leaving them there by using his grace. "Gabriel." You whined and he applied pressure to your throat making you moan. "Castiel said you've got a daddy kink." You nodded. "Daddy please." He smirked "if I let you go will you be a good girl and suck my dick. You nodded vigorously. "Words baby girl." "Yes daddy please let me suck your dick." You felt the restraint lift and you got on your knees. You unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down revealing his hard erection.

"Suck now baby girl and if you do a good job daddy won't punish you as bad." You whined as he told you that. You put his dick in your mouth and started bobbing your head. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours baby." He started moving his hips to need you face. You looked up to him tears in your eyes as you start gagging around him. "Look so good chocking on my cock baby. I'm So close baby girl." He shoved his cock as far down your throat as possible before he shot his hot cum down the back of your throat. "Swallow baby girl." He told you as he pulled put of your mouth. You did as told and opened your mouth to show him. "Good girl I think you get a reward." You stood up and he snapped bother of your guys clothes off. "Lay down baby." You laid back on the bed as he pumped a finger in and out of you. He used his grace to play with you clit as he attached his mouth to your nipples. "Daddy I'm close." He stopped and moved off of you. You whined. "Sorry baby you still had to be punished." You nodded softly as he then lined himself up with you. "Ready baby." "Yes daddy." He smirked before pounding into you and setting a bruising pace. His wings spread out behind him. You reached out to touch them and he nodded reassuring you. You stroked his soft feathers as he bit you neck drawing blood before healing it. "Gabriel I'm close." "Cum for me baby." Then you did screaming his name as you fell over the edge. "Oh fuck y/n." He came inside you then smirked as he pulled out.

"Why are you smirking so much and what did you do to my neck?" "Im smirking because I've wanted to do this forever. I marked you neck with my initials in enochian." "Why?" "So everyone knows your Mine." You smiled grooming his feathers. He buried his head in your neck groaning softly. "I need to get you cleaned up sugar." "Ok." You smiled.

Gabriel POV*

Before I took her took clean up I thought "She is MINE now Castiel." "I know brother." I smirked to myself before carrying her to the bathroom.

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Help

Request: Can you do a Sam HollandxSister where they have a big fight over something stupid. And then she goes out to a party and ends up getting harassed by a guy and she gets really scared so she ends up calling him for help and after all that they make up?

Sam Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N calls her brother for help after a fight.

Warnings: sexual harassment

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

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"You're being fucking ridiculous!" Y/N shouts.

"No, you're being stubborn!" Sam yells back.

They're the only ones home since Tom and Harry are in the states while Tom films a movie and their parents and Paddy are on a short trip out of town.

"I am not being stubborn! You're just overbearing!" Y/N exclaims.

"I am not! I'm trying to look out for you!"

"By telling me not to go to a party?!"

"Yes!"

"You're not my fucking parent!"

"There's two of us left and I'm the older one here!"

"I'm eighteen! You can't control me, Samuel!"

"I'm just trying to make sure you're not being stupid!"

"I'm not stupid, you're stupid! Now leave me the fuck alone!" Y/N grabs her purse and storms out of the house, slamming the door so harshly it shakes the room.

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Y/N is drunk, probably on the verge of overdoing it. She would prefer to forget about the stupid fight with her brother and alcohol helps that. She's spent most of the night dancing with her friends and taking shots.

She has a cup of cheap beer in her hand while she talks to a guy, too drunk to really care that she's alone in the corner with him.

"You know, we should really get out of here." The guy says.

"Oh, yeah? Where?" Y/N asks, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

"To a bedroom. Maybe, uh... take this to a higher level." He smirks, his hand sliding from her back to her butt.

"Oh. Uh..." Y/N tenses up, pulling away. "I, uh..." She awkwardly chuckles. "I think you might have the wrong idea."

"Oh, come on, love. It'll be fun." He says, kissing her neck.

"Mm. No." She tries to push him away, but he grabs her arms, pinning them to the wall.

"It'll be great." He says, sucking on her neck. Y/N tries to squirm, the guy's hold too strong. "Just be still, baby. It'll feel good. Promise."

"No. No, I don't-- I don't want this." Y/N says.

"Didn't seem that way a few seconds ago." The guy says.

"No." She shakes her head, trying to fight out of his grasp. "No." She states, her voice somewhat firmer.

"Just relax, you little bitch." The guy hisses.

Y/N finds the energy and raises her leg, kicking him in the crotch. He cries out in pain, doubling over, and Y/N quickly stumbles away. She scrambles to the closest room, it being the bathroom, and she shuts and locks the door just in time as the guy gets there.

"Open the door, sweetheart!" He bangs on the door.

Y/N lets out a small whimper, backing away from the door. She pulls her phone out, finding Sam's contact, her hands shaking as she holds the phone to her ear.

"What?" She hears his tired voice ask.

"Sammy?" She meekly calls.

"Y/N?" He sounds more awake. "Whoa, whoa, hey. What's wrong?"

"I-- I'm at the party. And... and can you-- can you come get me. Please? I-I know you're pissed, but-but--"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. I'm on my way." Sam says. "I'll be there as fast as possible, promise."

"Okay." Y/N says.

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Sam gets to the party and forces his way through the crowd, looking for Y/N. She told him she would be hiding in the bathroom and he knocks on a few doors before loudly knocking on another one.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" He calls out. "Hey, it's Sam." He says.

The door opens and Sam is barely able to see his sister's face before she's crashing into him, her arms tightly wrapped around him. Sam hugs her back, barely managing to keep himself standing.

"Hey, hey. Hey, love. It's okay. You're all right now." Sam comforts, running his fingers through her hair a few times. "Come on. Come on, let's get you home."

He leads her through the house and out to the car. Helping her into the passenger seat, Sam buckles Y/N up before getting in the driver's seat and starting the car.

"Are you gonna puke?" Sam asks.

"I already puked in the bathroom." Y/N mumbles.

"Okay." Sam nods.

- - -

After getting home, Y/N had taken a shower and brushed her teeth. She's in pajamas now, wearing fuzzy pants and a hammydown shirt that first belonged to Tom and then to the twins and now her. She finds Sam in the kitchen.

"Hey." He says, noticing her. "I, uh... I warmed up last night's pasta." He says, pushing the bowl towards her. "Figured you might be hungry. Even if you're not, you need something after drinking. Carbs really help."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks." Y/N gives him a small smile. She sits at the counter and starts eating, Sam getting her some water to go with it.

"I'm sorry." Y/N says after a little while. "About... about the fight. I... I'm sorry."

"No. No, I'm sorry. It-- I overreacted. Things got out of hand. You're an adult, you can do whatever the fuck you want." Sam says.

"They might've escalated a bit too much." Y/N says.

"Well, it definitely could've been worse. Least we didn't throw anything." Sam says with a small chuckle and Y/N smiles a little.

"So... are we good?" Y/N asks.

"Of course we are, Y/N/N. And you know, no matter what, you can always call me whenever you need anything." Sam says.

"I know." She says.

"Good." Sam kisses her on the head.

"Can we watch movies?" Y/N asks.

"Sure." Sam nods and Y/N grins.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @wildieflower @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @itsmaneskinbitch

[tanglebrookwrites]

FNAF Roots Remain!AU out of context.

William: My life is so boring, I'm a literal psychopath, I only married my wife because she obeys me-

Michael: *Is born.*

William: OMG my heart is actually beating, my skin is clear, my crops are watered, life is amazing.

Henry: Ah yes, my son and daughter, Sammy and Charlie, were both almost killed.

Michael: *Hinting that it was William* And Father wasn't around us either time, HMMM.

Henry: Yes, that's strange. That must mean that he's at work!

Michael: *Facepalms* Henry, I swear to god. HE WORKS WITH YOU.

Henry: ... My business partner and old college friend can do no wrong :D

Michael, possessing the animatronic he made called Maikkol at the Mega Pizzaplex: I was not aware that I was a fan favorite.

Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Bonnie, Glamrock Foxy, Roxanne, Monty, the Daycare Attendant, and the Security Marionette: Dude.

Michael: Hey Evan, why don't we have your 10th birthday at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza instead of Fredbear's Family Diner? I know you don't like Fredbear and Cinnabon...

Evan: But I wanna get over my fear of the springlock animatronics! Just like I did with the others! Because you made Foxy, and Foxy is good!

Michael: *Sobbing* This child is so precious, why was I a complete ass last time-

Evan: *Confused noises.*

Elizabeth: Hey Michael, is your friend Scott coming over?

Michael: What? No.

Michael, after thinking: ... Why?

Elizabeth: *Shrugs* No reason. *Skips off.*

Michael: HMMMMM.

Evan, being selectively mute, but talking to people he trusts: Y'know what? I love you guys!

Michael and Elizabeth: Aww! We love you too!

Evan, when William walks into the room: *Signing in ASL* And him too, I guess.

Michael: *Signing frantically in ASL* NO. YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOVE HIM.

William, who never learned sign because he's a bastard towards anyone who isn't Michael: I feel attacked, but I don't know why.

William, wearing the Cinnabon suit: Hey kids! My name is Cinnabon! How would you like to play some games with me?

Jeremy: Isn't that just a golden Bonnie?

William: Child I was the first. If anything, Bonnie is just a blue and purple Cinnabon.

Jeremy: Alright, sounds legit.

Michael: *Swoops in like a hawk* There you are, Jeremy! We need to get you back to your mom! *Looks up* Oh hey, Cinnabon! I thought you were supposed to be resting in the back!

William:

Michael:

William: I'ma just... go... *Leaves.*

Michael: *Working on coding Foxy's AI with Glamrock AI specifications.*

William: *Obsessive and proud dad noises.*

Jeremy Fitzgerald gets hired at the New and Improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza:

Michael: OMG little Jer that I saved from my father like 2 years ago?

Jeremy: OMG it's my savior, I wanna be your friend!

Michael: *Tears up* Someone wants to be my friend?

Scott, over the phone: What am I, uh, chopped liver?!

Mangle, hiding on the ceiling:

William, as Dave Miller, walking in for his night shift:

Mangle: I'M GONNA GET YOU, IT MAY NOT BE TODAY, OR TOMORROW, OR ANYTIME SOON, BUT I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE-

Michael: *Standing off to the side, wearing the Foxy mask his little siblings got him off the side of his face.*

Scott: *Stands with Michael, feeling out of place wearing a Chica mask Michael jokingly got him off to the side of his face.*

Cassidy's older brother and Cassie's grandfather: *Walking around, wearing the Bonnie mask, trying to grab some candy from this random kid's birthday party.*

Some asshole with a Freddy mask: *Goes near Evan.*

Michael: *Naruto runs over there* DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM-

William Afton: *Gets springlocked in Cinnabon.*

Michael: *Very sarcastic* OH NO, WHERE DID OUR FATHER GO.

Elizabeth: Wait, Father's gone? I CAN DO THINGS NOW-

Evan: *Just being a bby and vibing while latching onto Michael.*

Henry: Oh no, I sure hope that everything in this pizzeria I created gets burned to hell and back.

Michael: *Possesses Maikkol.*

Scraptrap: *Mingles with Mimic programming, and practically now has a split personality.*

Scrap Ballora (replaces Scrap Baby): *Yeets herself into the void, probably to come back somehow.*

LEFTE: *Becomes possessed by Cassidy*

Charlie: *Possesses the Security Marionette.*

Molten Freddy: *Becomes the Tangle.*

Henry: *Wakes up in the Daycare Attendant* ... Well this didn't go according to plan.

Henry: *Sees Evan possessing Glamrock Foxy, Scott possessing Glamrock Chica, Jeremy possessing Glamrock Bonnie, and Fritz possessing Monty* ... This really didn't go according to plan.

Maikkol, standing next to Glamrock Freddy: You know, I think you are more popular with the kids than me.

Kids: *Come to Maikkol more often than Glamrock Freddy.*

Maikkol: ... I retract my previous statement.

Gregory, goes into the Mega Pizzaplex with his foster family: Oh wow this is big!

Gregory, meeting Cassie alone at her birthday: Here have a tissue!

Roxy: *Sees this and then tells the other animatronics.*

Maikkol, showing up out of nowhere, somehow before the message is sent: Happy birthday! Someone told me that these Superstars deserve some cake and ice cream!

Glamrock Foxy, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Bonnie, and Monty showing up after the message like normal animatronics: Yeah, let's get this party started!

Gregory, seeing Glamrock Freddy glitch and power down on stage: Guess he wasn't made by Michael Afton, whoever made him was an IDIOT.

Gregory: *Sees a worried Maikkol peeking out from backstage at Glamrock Freddy* Now there is a TRUE animatronic.

Gregory: *Also sees a female night guard with blonde hair with a live taser behind Maikkol.*

Gregory: I don't trust her!

Michael/Maikkol: *Wakes up after being tased with warning of something alive in stomach hatch* OMG it's my Superstar!

Glamrock Foxy (possessed by Evan): *Runs into Maikkol's green room to frantically sign to Maikkol that he has a kid in his stomach hatch.*

Michael/Maikkol: On 3. 1... 2... 3!

*Gregory tumbles out of Maikkol's hatch, while Cassie is seen in Glamrock Foxy's.*

Michael/Maikkol: ... Wait why are there two kids- *Panics.*

[jmkho]

The One Where They Forgot Sam

Summary: Movie night doesn't go to plan when a tornado is about to hit the house

Words: 1,407 ish lol

Warnings: swearing, margaritas, mention of tornadoes - please excuse any errors at the moment I'm running on 0 sleep and feeling like shit

Sam stood at the island counter, leaning on it, his chin resting in his palm, as he watched the back of his older brother, Jake, cooking something. He soon forgot what his brother had just said other than, 

"Don't worry, I'll make sure yours is veggie."

A family film night was currently planned. Food, drinks, and a shitty movie.

One of the thousands of vinyls spun away, filling the background with soft jazz, while Sam kept berating Jake about cooking.

"Make sure you make loads; Daniel's coming over." And Josh will try to eat more than he can actually stomach."

At the mention of the other twin, Josh appeared suddenly in the kitchen doorway, axe in hand.

Sam's hand that he was leaning on dropped from his chin. He leaned against the island with a stoic expression as his eyes looked over his older brother. 

Josh stood there with the axe, his curls a little more messy than usual, kahki shorts, a white vest, a pair of big brown boots that looked way too big for him, and a massive jacket. 

"Look, I get it. You fucking love Stanley Kubrick. But don't you think THIS is taking it too far? What is this? Are you role-playing?" Sam waved his hand out, gesturing at him. 

Jake merely looked up from the meal he was making to his twin, then back down to it without paying him any mind.

Josh let out a giggle. 

"HERE'S JOSHY!" He let out a gruff voice before breaking into a melodic laugh, which made Sam roll his eyes.

"We need wood, and since YOU never offer to chop any and Jakey is busy cooking dinner for us, that means Mr. Muscle here will have to do the dirty work."

"Hey, I do offer; it's just that I'm not allowed after what happened." Sam defended.

The axe once flew out of Sam's hands as he flung it behind his head once, which nearly took out Danny as they both offered to go chop some wood. In Sam's defense, he swore the handle was 'slippy'.

Josh snorted and walked up to Jake. Sam's eyes narrowed as he watched them, Josh said something, then did something with his hand that made Jake nod in agreement, and then he trudged off to go chop wood.

"It will never amaze me that you two communicate in the most bizarre fucking way." And with that, he downed the rest of his drink and walked around the island.

Jake turned from the dish as he let it simmer and looked up at his brother. "Did you want to help?"

"You I will, him I won't." The taller man admitted.

Jake laughed.  "Okay, get all the drink shit ready and you can be like the barten-" he stopped, remembering that his little brother's drink-making skills weren't that great.

"Just get everything on the island, drinks, cups, you know the drill, and ice. Lots of ice"

"I'll be the master of cups and fucking ice." He let out before walking over to the fridge.

Jake laughed. "Stop rewatching Friends."

10 minutes later, Danny arrived. He bought a few drink options along with some deserts he picked up.

"Hello!" He smiled at the two brothers in the kitchen as he placed his things down and looked around at them and what they were doing.

"Josh is out chopping wood." Sam called over his shoulder as he finished his margarita pitcher. 

"Oh." Danny simply replied. 

"Jakes is cooking us a new dish he came up with." Sam called over his shoulder again.

"Oh?!" Danny smiled and replied in a more cheerful tone. 

"And I have just finished the first margarita pitcher!" Sammy turned around and grinned widely at his friend.

"Oh..." he let out, sounding disappointed. If Sam noticed, he didn't let him see, but Jake snorted out a laugh, "Ha."

Josh returned with wood, which turned out to be 2 pieces of very thin logs. 

The rest of the group looked at the wood and then back at him. "Chopping wood, were we?" Sam used air quotes for chopping, which got a laugh from Danny.

"I could kick a tree and get a better result," he added, earning a bigger laugh from Danny.

Josh broke out in a smile. "Okay, I got distracted. A squirrel came, and it kept trying to get in the way of my axe. It wouldn't leave me alone, so I followed it and kinda got lost in the dark."

Sam called him something along the lines of 'Snow White' and told him to be ready for "the best margaritas of your mother fucking life!"

"Ooooh, did Danny make a batch?" Josh asked as he approached the island, ready to grab a glass.

"No!  I did.  It's my pitcher."

Josh's hand grabbed anything but the cup that was filled on the island. His hand happened to land on a lime, which he pretended to be very interested in as his younger brother's mouth dropped open a little as he watched him.

"Boys, dinner will be ready in 9 minutes." Jake turned around and flung a dish towel on his shoulder as he took a sip from his drink that was long forgotten.

"Well, I'm going to take a quick shower." Sam suddenly declared.

"Sammy, dinner is almost ready..." the long-haired twin sighed a little as he watched the youngest brother walk towards the stairs in the hallway, his bare feet slapping on the wooden floor.

He lifted a hand as he walked. "I won't be long; I just want to freshen up." And with that, he was gone.

Josh let go of the lime, and looked at the pitcher Sammy had made. His eyes went from it to Danny, who did the same thing. 

"Shall I make-" 

"Yes."  The twins said at the same time, which made the drummer laugh.

Jake had called out to Sammy that dinner was ready, and they were all settled with drinks and food ready for the movie. All he got back was a loud, "YEAH, I GOT IT!" 

As he returned back to the living room, he was met with Josh and Danny looking at their phones. "Jake, there's a fucking tornado warning. And it's close."

Jake's brows furrowed before he squinted at the bright light that suddenly assaulted his eyes as Josh thrusted the phone an inch from his face. "LOOK! QUICK! BASEMENT!"

They all grabbed what they needed—phones, flashlights, water, some blankets, and their food—and went down to the basement.

"Some fucking movie night." Jake laughed out loud as he sat on a chair, plate perched on his knees, trying to eat calmly and not think about the goddamn tornado that will hit them. Josh sat on the floor with his food at his side and his hands behind his head, prepared for the worst. Danny sat in a garden lounge chair with a drink in one hand and tried to eat with the other.

"I feel like we forgot something." Jake let out as he chewed.  They got their phones, along with chargers, just in case they needed to call anyone if it got really bad. 

Josh's hands fell as he looked up at the two other men. "Oh my fucking god—" he rushed up from the floor and ran up the stairs.

Jake's body automatically jolted to go after him but stopped when he heard heavy footsteps stomp down the stairs. 

"We forgot Danny's pitcher!" Josh laughed as he held up the pitcher with a toothy grin.

 Jake clapped, "Ah, yes! Bravo!"

MEANWHILE...

Sam's wet feet slapped even louder on the floor as he reached the bottom step of the stairs and walked into the kitchen. One hand held a towel around his waist while the other rubbed one on his head. 

"Sorry, but I nearly went flying in the stupid showe-" he said, but suddenly stopped when he saw the kitchen was empty. He walked into the living room. No one. 

"Where's everybody at?" He loudly called out.

The three men in the basement suddenly all looked at each other as they heard him.

"Oh shit, we forgot Sam." Josh let out before he rushed to his feet to run up the stairs again.

Jake and Danny burst out laughing when they heard Sammy's voice grow louder as he got closer.

"The fuck you mean you forgot about me with a fucking tornado about to hit this damn house?!" 

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e2 wendigo (teleplay: eric kripke, story: ron milbauer, terri hughes burton)

quelled my irrational anxiety long enough to start the rewatch and recap what i have not yet recapped and thank fuck for that because not having my scheduled evening task was not going well. i am staunchly ignoring the not-so-distant future where i will again be out-of-task.

fun fact this is the first screenshot i took while watching this show, long before i considered doing these posts. brotherly chat at the fire, if i recall correctly. we'll soon see! thought it'd be a fun easy draw because it's almost entirely dark with the little kiss of light around his profile.

DEAN You okay? SAM Yeah, I'm fine. DEAN Another nightmare? You wanna drive for a while? SAM Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that. DEAN Just thought you might want to. Never mind. SAM Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay. DEAN Mm-hm.

now if that isn't love

SAM What, are you cruising for a hookup or something? DEAN What do you mean? SAM The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl? DEAN I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it? SAM What? DEAN Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway? SAM Since now.

little cheesy in execution (blaming some of this on the music honestly*) but whatever :p sammy's a new man, hardened by his loss and grief 😤

*guess who did the music this episode 🤪

was curious since this is the same director as the pilot, if he did more episodes this seasons - nope, just 1x01 and 1x02. but this little quote on his wiki page

David Nutter, even with his extensive experience in the industry, was impressed by Padalecki and Ackles' chemistry. Never have I done a show where two actors clicked so well together. These guys had never met each other before and it was like they were instantly brothers.S1Com

we're all sending up our thanks for whatever led to them being cast, for real

HALEY Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.

coming in hot already with sibling parallels. even when john was alive, he wasn't around and dean's the father mother brother situation. and we've got a vulnerable lookin little brother here we're all gonna be fighting over to take care of

DEAN Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing. HALEY Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself. DEAN I think I know how you feel.

looking for dad, looking for sam after dad is gone...

s1e2 / s5e14

oh, my dear old friend, untitled 1 and 2!! and what kind of background is this! lol my spn desktop background update tag for all my riveting screenshots of their laptop desktop backgrounds - apparently i called this their snazzy background when it was used in s5, but damn dude look at the coloring differences. how warm/red the s5 is in comparison. skateboard on a chest i guess is what's happening there

aw man, apparently the actress playing the sister, gina holden, was claudia stilinski in an episode of teen wolf but her scene got deleted. and little brother there alden ehrenreich was han solo in solo: a star wars story (which i haven't seen.)

i do know i know someone in this episode though, little surprised i didn't do a hey i know you post for it actually. not sure when the first one i did for spn was. s1e11 scarecrow apparently!

s1e2 callum keith rennie as roy / the killing s1e4 as rick felder / the x-files s1e15 as tommy / existenz (1999) as hugo carlaw

we got an xfiles and the killing alum, and he was in existenz! in fact i did a hey i know you for him when i was rewatching the xfiles a few years ago 😂

someone give this child a hug (and the actor was actually a kid, 16)

DEAN Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat. HALEY Why didn't you just tell me that from the start? DEAN I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. So we okay?

oh yeah, dean? what about spilling your guts about all the family secrets to cassie, huh?? lol. gotta maintain your asshole-man image

wonder if the peanut m&ms was the only actual brand placement they did, their production design people were always whipping up fun fake branded drinks and foodstuff

hey, it's one of the xfiles-y sounds (when she says "our packs!") i didn't notice this until way way later. grabbed a clip of it from 10x12 compared to the same effect used in the xf movie fight the future (because i happened to know where the sound was in that movie, it's def a standard xf score sound.) i think it was just a lot more forward in that s10 clip, maybe that's why it caught my ear and had slid by unnoticed before.

cannot get over him looking like the saddest teenaged baby brother in all the lands

DEAN You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours? SAM Dean— DEAN No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember? SAM Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?

the brotherly chats *chef's kiss*

SAM Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here? DEAN This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.

the tagline that never dies

SAM That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is? DEAN I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it.

for real, sam. dad's an ass :p i think someone justified it to me that john couldn't contact them directly because of the demons watching him and he didn't want to lead them to the boys

SAM Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about. DEAN Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man. SAM How do you do it? How does Dad do it?

oh, sam.

DEAN Well for one, them. I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. I'll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.

it's this kind of thing that grabbed me by the throat early on. clear communication, sam has been deflecting but he opened up a crack after dean gently pushed again. and dean is honest and kind, trying to take care of sam. ugh. hurt/comfort my beloved.

buh, this action music when roy gets yoinked by the monster is not great.

SAM So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.

snorted. i swear sam got stuck with some cheesy lines back in the day. part of my hot take theory of why jackles's acting stood out more to me initially, i think he just got better dialogue. padalecki hit it out of the park with those moments with jackles, but same episode he had a lot of like... i'm taking charge of the situation moments that felt awkward

sammy brooding with dad's journal, dean staring at sam for a very long time, he's just a baby 🥺

we're all having a moment

this is why i reached the 30 image limit when i rewatched 1x01 :p

LOL. we can't swear really, but we're gonna use the hell out of the words we can say

baby brother clinging on to anyone at this point, sammy holding the line

kinda looks like the game of thrones night king lol

via wiki

Eric Kripke had long been critical of this episode, particularly because he felt the creature wasn't successfully scary. "He looked more like Gollum's tall, gangly cousin than anything else", he says in Supernatural: The Official Companion Season 2. However on February 11, 2018 he tweeted: "I have something shocking, even sacrilegious to say: I watched #Wendigo with my son for the first time in over 10 years. And it wasn't bad at all. 2005 effects were lame, but it was scary. Plus young Han Solo! I'm taking it off my shit list. #spnfamily @cw_spn"

inexplicably some sort of jaguar type roar as the wendigo is burning

HALEY So I don't know how to thank you. DEAN smirks lasciviously. HALEY smiles despite herself. HALEY Must you cheapen the moment? DEAN Yeah.

very cute. deflecting from dealing with the gratitude and lightening the moment

DEAN Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right? SAM Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving.

this scene obviously has been gif'd to death but i didn't really remember the context and it makes it all the better. sam gets to return the very long staring moment, and lets dean give him a little treat to take care of him and make him feel better that he declined earlier

and jared, you made a choice with that expression. I think that look could be enough to launch a thousand ships alone. the line feels like it should be kind of teasing mischievous little brother vibes, but his face says unbearable affection and something I'd expect more out of a romantic-dynamic teasing feel. wild

my cup runneth over

[according2thelore]

omg i love that es sam post!!! imagine him “taking a break” from the three of them. he’s a jealous bitch and feels like they don’t even WANT him around, they all like each other better anyway!! cue Flagstaff Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

gosh!

if sam ran away, it would be an absolute shitshow, lol. i don't know if i think he would full-stop run away. i think maybe it would be a miscommunication--especially since for ES!Dean, stanford is so fresh and raw.

in my head, i'm picturing maybe ES!Sam steps out because he found a lead on a surprisingly non-BS book on time travel at a new-age bookshop a town over and gets stuck out overnight. and honestly, he's not that mad about it. he could do with a fresh night at a motel away from the Sammy and Dean show (and will not admit that it stings that he's not the 'sammy' in question). plus! sunlight! he hadn't realized how dark and damp everything is underground until he actually has a room with a window.

at first, as much as it sucks to admit, no one really notices at first. ES!Sam has really tried to distance himself from everyone (much more at the beginning of this ordeal than a few weeks in), and spends most days either archiving a storage room that LS!Sam told him about just to have something to do or in he and ES!Dean’s room avoiding them.

so LS!Dean is the first to notice. he's just had the idea to maybe reach out and offer the kid a grilled cheese for lunch. but...he can't find him. anywhere.

he goes to ask ES!Dean&LS!Sam who are tucked in next to each other in one of the armories, giggling, and LS!Dean gets distracted for a bit at how irritating--and honestly?? kind of arousing--they are together.

they "split up and look for clues" as LS!Dean puts it, quite excitedly, and ES!Dean kind of flushes like 'wow you're such a dork' but he's practically skipping down the hallway and LS!Sam rolls his eyes.

once their search turns up no sam...it's Hit Every Alarm Bell Time.

ES!Dean is the most freaked out. what if ES!Sam got taken back to the past without him? what if ES!Dean's stuck here? what if whatever brought them both to the present kidnapped him? he's guilty because he should've noticed it sooner. he's been spending so much time with LS!Sam that he didn't even notice his own little brother was missing for what? hours? dean's little brother is his whole thing! and he didn't even notice! not to mention stanford is still so fresh for ES!Dean that he's absolutely the most freaked out about the Lack of Sam, and therefore absolutely the least helpful.

LS!Dean is in the middle. that is to say, on a scale of 0 to rip the building apart brick by brick ("hey, stop it kiddo, he's not in the fucking walls." "shut up, old man!") he's a 7. a Missing Sam is a Missing Sam, okay? you could bring any dean (even squirrel dean) in and tell him this, and that's a category five disaster. and this sam is small!!!! and alone in the world!!!!!!! he's calling local hospitals and jails, before widening the search. he's probably even on "foot" patrol (patrolling motels and town with Baby) which he drags ES!Dean into, because that poor kid's fourteen seconds away from having three concurrent heart attacks.

LS!Sam checks ES!Sam's search history. he promises to do a more thorough up-and-down of the bunker, including investigating if any of their artifacts that they've got spilling out of old boxes in almost every room, have the power to transport people. but then, he sees the laptop in ES!Sam's room (kid has a FASCINATION, and LS!Sam cringes to think of a time before laptops were widely available). and okay, yeah. let's check his search history. after 'curious college twink gets ass ate large hunky man hunk bearded middle aged' and oh. okay. ES!Sam found internet porn. cool. (LS!Sam does not notice that the 'hunky man hunk bearded middle aged' has light brown hair and a strong jaw and does not remember the website and thumbnail. because that would be weird!) LS!Sam sees the bookshop.

he calls LS!Dean, and he comes back so they can all hop the town over to go collect him.

they find him immediately under "dean plant" at a motel on the edge of town closest to lebanon.

he's groggy because it's five in the morning. the storm from the night before has barely cleared, and the smell of wet concrete hits him before he's even full awake as the door slams open.

he's got three guns pointed at him (two identical ones, one significantly less scratched than the other; and the third is very familiar) and an ES!Dean that immediately falls upon him like a regency woman reuniting with her long-estranged husband returned after years of war.

LS!Sam keeps trying to calm the situation down with calm words and an annoyed glance at ES!Sam but mostly calm. and LS!Dean is just pissed.

"where'd you go? why'd you go? why are you here? the storm? yeah i guess it was kind of bad. but that's no excuse! oh they closed the bridge because of the flooding. well you could have called! no phone. hm. well. you can't go disappearing like that, kid."

and ES!Sam is kind of equally pleased and annoyed. because honestly, he didn't think they would really notice. he didn't think he was an integral part of this machine that they occupy. he thought he was the weakest link, but they chased him down (even if it was only twelve miles) and—

(and ES!Sam tries not to think it, but it reminds him of a sermon at the church he visited once a month with brady, before brady stopped going to church (the church that made sam's feet tingle as in his shoes as soon as he stepped on hallowed ground); about the shepherd chasing down the wandering lamb, and how fucked is it that sam's thinking, in part, about himself? some bigger, stronger, wiser version of himself bringing him back into the fold? it makes sam shudder a little, bc sam didn't even question the part about dean being god, just himself.)

and later that night is when ES!Sam gets his first "we"--LS!Sam pulls him aside after dinner, and says quietly,

"we can't disappear on dean, okay?" he's quick to continue, because he can see the beginning of ES!Sam's indignant protest. "it was an accident. and they shouldn't've freaked out like that. but we go through...a lot. and he needs us. even in 2006. and he's glad we're here."

ES!Sam shrugs him off, but later that night, when he says goodbye to ES!Dean, he says "goodnight jerk," and dean relaxes against the doorframe. and sam thinks, maybe this isn't the worst thing that's happened to them. not as long as they're all in it together.

every time i say "oh this ran away from me" and UGH! every time it's TRUE! flagstaff pt 2: electric boogaloo would end with a lot less tears and anguish on all parts involved, i think. but like any good sequel, it would increase the stakes (TWO deans losing their minds + a bonus sam!).

thanks for this ask, anon! my brain really took to it, lol!

-lizzy <3

[readyforthegarden]

(k i got carried away heres a whole fic)

soft thoughts??? friends to lovers with sammy!!!

i just really love the concept of working with the band and end growing closer with them, so much that sam develops a little (huge) crush on you. sam would look at you like you handcrafted the stars, and his brothers have so much fun with it. giggling when sam stutters in some word when looking at you in the eyes for too long. playfully passing him a napkin to “wipe his drool” when he is in awe of your going out outfit.

maybe one night, in the bus after a show, all of you sitting on the “living room”, all debating about what movie choosing to finish the night off on a light note. sammy is sitting next to you watching you with a smile at how you giggle at his older brothers argue about their movie choices, danny passing you all mugs of warm drinks. sam takes notice of how you put hand lotion that smells sweet, and you sigh and turn to him “give me your hand” “what for?” he asks while still holding his hand out to you “ive put on too much lotion and i don’t want to waste it so, you lucked out on a free hand massage, honey” you wink playfully and sam feels the smile tugging at his lips and how his cheeks are getting warm. your delicate hands digging into his palm and up his fingers, paying special attention to the callouses on the tips of his fingers. he was definitely more tired than he thought, cause he didn’t realize he was nodding off every now and then, and feeling how he fully relaxed into your touch.

“you know, i can’t believe sam hasn’t made his input in all this yet- oh” josh pursed his lips with wide eyes and amused brows at how his brother woke up startled at the sound of his name. “what?” asked sam while rubbing his eye with his wrist “no no, nothing, didn’t mean to interrupt your little massage session, please continue” josh said laughing, you giggled while shaking your head at his antics “hey! why does he get the prince treatment?” asked jake playfully offended “yeah” joined danny “we are hardworking, tired men yknow” while playfully wiping sweat off his forehead. you giggled and said “cause sammy IS my prince, get over it” and they all complained shouting while sam’s sleepy mind caught up to the fact you called him your prince. his whole body warm and soft at the wink and kiss you blew him while grabbing his other hand, knowing that youd have to give him his own little bit of lotion.

yeah, you were much better at this crush thing than he was

SAMMY IS MY SWEET PRINCE!! HE IS!!! THAT'S MY TAG FOR HIM 😭😭😭

Oh this tugged on my heartstrings I'm on the FLOOR it's so soft and sweet and cute, Sammy with a little crush I love him SO MUCH and the things i would do to give that man a very much deserved a hand massage????? just that tender moment with him?? sorry i'm gonna screenshot this and save it forever so i can read it whenever i'm sad.

[zmediaoutlet]

oh man the idea of constant vow au dean having to show up to collect sam at stanford in his girl body is SO good. the constant vow is so perfect as is but it is really fun to think about the what-ifs

"Hi," the woman says, smile stretching wide and too-friendly and fake, eyes skipping down Jessica's body from face to chest to feet. "I'm Grace. Sam's cousin."

"Cousin?" Jess says. "Oh -- I didn't know you had --"

"Yeah, family's not that close," the woman says, shrugging like what can you do, and then she says, "Man, Sammy's punching way above his weight class with you, huh? Way to go, man."

There's this weird adrenaline-surge tremble in Sam's bones. Waiting behind a gravestone for a ghost to show; lying to a cop's face and about to find out if it'll work. "Grace," he says, voice even by some miracle, and her eyes sweep up to his -- green, long lashes -- freckles over the bridge of her nose and cheekbones -- nose just barely crooked, like it got broken years ago, in a fight with a werewolf that almost didn't go their way, and it set a little funny, and the response was a shrug, and, hey, chicks dig scars and shit, right?

"Sam," she says back, when Sam's just staring. Full mouth, pink and pretty, that tugs into a smirk. "Need to talk to you. Alone. Family stuff," she says, with an apologetic little moue at Jess.

In the corner of his eye he sees Jess look up at him, confused. "Jess," he says, "give us a minute," and the woman's smirk spreads into a smile.

*

"Almost three bucks a gallon?" Dean says. She shakes her head, leaning her ass on the rear passenger door. "Don't know how you do it out here, Sammy."

"Don't have a car," Sam says. He's going through the box of IDs. It's split in two: the girl staring professionally at the camera as a sheriff's deputy or forest ranger or state trooper under the names Grace Slick, Christine McVie, Chrissie Hynde. The other side of the box are the same fake titles with a set of fake male names but with pictures of his brother. His brother.

"Don't know how you do it," Dean repeats, and then a slim hand folds the box lid down, and Sam looks up, and the sun's behind her but he can still see that impossible, familiar face. "Hey. We still got like three hours to Jericho. You going to have a breakdown?"

"Are we pretending like this isn't weird?" Sam says, and she rolls her eyes, flops back against the door, and Sam stands up, stares at her even if she won't meet his eyes. This filling station in the mountains is basically abandoned but for the crusty clerk inside; just as well, for what Sam can feel bubbling up his throat. "Are you kidding? You just show up out of nowhere, and you're -- you're--"

"Pretty as a picture, huh?" she says, sweet with acid underneath, and Sam bites his lips between his teeth, hard, breathing in through his nose. She glances up at him, away. Mutters, "Were you always this tall?"

Her ears are pink. Pierced although she's not wearing jewelry beyond what pinged to Sam first, in the blurred confusion of shocking an intruder in his apartment less than twelve hours ago, as familiar -- the amulet he gave his brother; a silver ring, though on her thumb instead of his brother's finger. A black t-shirt and a purple flannel shirt and a leather jacket and jeans and boots. All familiar, except they're on a woman who's maybe 5'8, a gently curvy bottom-heavy hourglass, instead of...

"What happened," Sam says.

"I told you."

"No, you didn't," Sam says, and her chin drops down to her chest, a sigh heaving out. "A witch? You've got to give me more than that. How the hell do you go back and forth? Does Dad know? Is that why--?"

"Dad knows," she says. Neutral. The gas pump clicks and she pushes off the car, walking back to the trunk. Hips swinging. Sam tears his eyes away, watches her face as she crouches, pulls the nozzle out. "Happened -- shit, two years ago? Of course he knows."

Two years. When was the last time he heard from Dean? Sam opens his mouth, thinks better of it. Swallows.

She screws the gas cap back in place and stands back up and sets the nozzle back on its hook. "Stop staring," she says.

"Dean," Sam says, helpless. Her eyes close, tight. "Is that -- do you want me to call you something else? Grace, or --"

"Grace Slick is righteous," she says. She folds her arms under her breasts, turns around. Levels a look at Sam that he has no chance of reading. "So I'm gonna say some stuff now, and I don't want you to ask me about it again for at least twenty-four hours, because we got a job to do and this crap isn't important." Sam opens his mouth and she holds up a hand, and then holds out one finger. "First of all, I'm not a chick. So, get that through your head. But I recognize I got the T&A and the pretty face and the emergency tampons in the trunk, so -- I don't know what I am, really. But I'm Dean, okay? Your big -- sibling, no matter what, who can kick your ass to Kansas and back no matter what shape."

Sam had her on the floor of the apartment, gasping, her wrist slender and breakable under his hand. He swallows. "Got it."

"Good," she says. Another finger. "Two: I know you got a hundred questions about how this whole thing works, what happened, yadda yadda. We don't have time for that, man. Just telling you, I'm gonna be girl-shaped for the foreseeable, so for now -- Deanna's fine, if we're in front of people, or -- whatever, in the car too, I don't care. I'm me. Doesn't matter what you call me."

Deanna. She tucks a wavy lock of hair behind her ear. Presses her lips together and takes a deep breath, then looks away from Sam, back out at the highway. A third finger, briefly extended and then dropped, her hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans. "Nobody knows," she says. Chin high, eyes on the road. "Not other hunters, or anyone. When -- it first happened, Dad and me, we... we tried everything. Dad killed the witch but that didn't stop it. So. We figured out to live with it. Kinda useful, actually. Sometimes. Even if I gotta keep two sets of clothes in the trunk, ha." She licks her lips. "Anyway. I thought about calling, but... what would I say, huh? Plus, not like I expected it to come up."

"You didn't think it'd come up," Sam says, finally.

Her eyes flick back to him. "Two years," she repeats. His teeth click shut. Her mouth curves, ironic.

Sam sits back down, the passenger side of the bench sinking familiarly under his weight. Two years and a two-part sibling, driving all over America, and he never knew. They hadn't talked but somehow he assumed he'd find out if something happened -- if either Dean or Dad were hurt bad, or if they'd gotten arrested, or if god forbid the worst happened -- he'd know, somehow. This isn't the worst but it seems impossible that it's just -- been happening, somewhere, and he was oblivious, going to school and studying and pretending like the nighttime world didn't exist, while Dean --

Deanna nods, her cheek sucked in on one side. "Anyway," she says, again. She fishes the keys out of her jacket pocket. "Couple more hours to Jericho. I got a state trooper ID that works. We've got to find out what happened there."

"Yeah," Sam says. Deanna walks around the car, folds herself into the front seat. The engine turns over. He's staring at the ground between his sneakers. Bright morning. He should be in class.

"Dude, get the lead out," Deanna says. Sam swivels on the seat, closes the passenger door.

She squints at him across the bench and says, "Put a tape in, would you?" He reaches down and finds the box. "No Jefferson Airplane," she says, and gives him a crooked smile. First real one he's had, since she broke in -- since he walked out of the rental house four years ago, and his brother had given him that terrible smirk and said see you when I see you, Sammy.

"How about Jefferson Starship?" Sam says, trying, and she snorts her way into a laugh. The car leaps forward.

[logbook99]

Home.

put under a readmore for sake of ease!

Fritz and the other kids greet Michael, the big guy in green and the little girl in pink; Fritz retracts his hook from Mike's neck and grins. 

"Did you enjoy hearing us chat? Is there anything you wanna add? You know, most people walk up and try to make conversation." Fritz says, looking his plastic hook over as the blonde girl steps forward.

"Hi, Mike - um... How are you feeling? it's been a bit since we saw you." Michael looks the girl over, with light skin, curled blonde hair in a ponytail, with pale blue eyes. He couldn't seem to name her until the tall guy rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Susie, it's all good. He's here now, right?" he asked her. Susie nodded. Oh. Susie, Chica. Fritz, Susie... and he stares at the big guy, dark-skinned, flat top hairstyle, chubby stature, and mellow aura. "Yeah, It's just been two days, you know? Oh, Mike... do you think Gabriel and I can call your brother later when we get home?" Susie asks with a look of concern. Michael knows now. Fritz, Susie, and Gabriel. Foxy, Chica, and Freddy.

"Oh - uh. Of course, you can. Do you have the home phone?" Mike has yet to determine if the phone number he used to know would work here, but it's worth trying. Gabriel gave a simple thumbs up to confirm they had the number, oh good, he didn't have to give one that likely didn't exist here. Mike can feel a piercing stare being delivered, and he'll find Fritz is giving him the staredown.

"Are you okay, Fritz?" He finds it odd that the ginger boy gave him such heavy eyes. Did he do something? What are the relationships between them here? Fritz is silent momentarily, pockets his free hand, and lifts his hook. "Evan and Lizzy's birthday is a few weeks after Charlie's and Sammy's. I'm going to get him the best gift ever!" He suddenly declares, to which Michae'ls brow raises.

"Cool? Neat? I mean, I'm sure they'll appreciate any gift you give them." "Let's have a competition! whoever gets Evan the best gift is the better older brother!" Oh. Huh? That was unexpected, but Fritz did mention Evan... So that's all? A sibling friendship sounds nice. Michael shakes his head. "No need. I'm sure he wouldn't want us to fight over him." Mike tries, but Fritz swings the hook in the air with a 'Yar.' "No! It must be a competition! Maybe we'll even see who the number one Foxy fan is, too!" Oh, here he goes again.

Michael will sigh and offer his hand. Why not? It's a friendly competition anyway.

The children extend a few words; ultimately, they tell Mike about how Evan overate with Jerry, their friend Jeremy. He got sick and had to go home, Lizzie insisted.

Go home.

Michael wants to see them again. He wants to go home, too.

He gives a goodbye and hurries back toward Parts & Service when he sees his father exiting and talking with Henry; the two were always close, weren't they? William is smiling ear to ear; he hardly saw him genuinely smile when he was young, and seeing this was abysmal. This is a weird dream so far. Michael approaches the pair and gently speaks to his father; while he seems so friendly here, he's feeling himself shake slightly.

"Dad? Can we go home? I want to go home..." asked softly as William's silver eyes met Michael's and stared before he reached out - Michael flinched but didn't move and felt the man's large hand tousling his hair this way and that. "'Course we can! I just finished chatting some big stuff with Hen here. Want to pick up some Mc. Donald's on the way home, champ?"

Michael's about to respond when he feels arms wrap around him, and he's being clung onto. His head turning, he sees it's Charlie. "Going home? I'll see you later then, Mikey!" He feels William's hand remove itself from his hair, and he removes Charlie's arms from himself. "God, careful Charlie! What if we fell?" he questions her, which gets a big smile from the girl. "Then we'd be falling, easy!" Well, he can't argue with that.

Charlie stares at him before she tilts her head; it seems she has a question she wants to ask, and Michael wants to hear it - but Henry rests a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, let's not keep Michael here any longer. You can see him tomorrow." He can tell she wants to argue for a moment but relents and steps back toward her father. "Bye, Mikey." "Bye, Charlie. See you."

The teen follows his father out of the diner, seeing Sammy peering from one of the arcade games, throwing a glare his way as he exits. What is that about?

William guides him to his Purple Imperial; getting into the driver's side, Michael takes the passenger seat. The car comes to life as William pulls out of the parking lot, and Michael's eye catches sight of the alleyway just as they pass by; he keeps his eyes on it as he remembers Charlie facedown, blood on the stone brick path beside the dumpsters. William's hand reaches and flicks the radio on, tuning it about until 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie begins to fill the car, the music swimming through the air and seeping into Michael's eardrums.

William's foot taps as he drives, mouthing along to the lyrics and looking his son's way momentarily but mainly focused on the road. "Don't you just love this song? It's always an energy booster despite the meaning!" "The meaning? What is the meaning?" "Oh, Heart of Glass's meaning? I thought you'd know by the lyrics, but it's okay," He'll come to a stop light. "The song, Mike, is about one's relationship going from 'divine' to 'sour.' It's just that! Listen to the lyrics and how it's sung - but it's also just a disco song." William laughs, to which Michael feels himself smile. It's weird. This isn't his dad, but so far? He liked him.

"Does mom like that song?" he isn't sure why he asked that; it just slipped out. He has no idea yet what happened to his mother - is she here? Alive? From red to green, the car takes off again and heads to Mc. Donald's, as William had intended, took to the drive-thru. "Your mother? Oh, she likes the song! She's the one who introduced it to me. She loves dancing." Oh, did she? Considering who he suspected to be in... her... Slowing to the menu, he hears William's window slide down; many prices and photos of food greet Michael. Wow, things were more affordable compared to the current day.

"One Big Mac meal with a large Coke, two Happy Meal burger meals, and one Quarter Pounder with cheese meal." Michael is amazed to see the prices being literal cents and dollars. He should cherish this while he can. As they retrieve the food and head home, he stares up at the big home, a two-story high, decently sized driveway with another car, which must be his mother's. They'll park, and William shuts the vehicle down to guide Michael inside with the food. From the driveway to the front door is a beautiful path of brick and flowers; his mom must have put those there again. It seemed like her, and it was stunning. When the front door opens, he's met with a slight ginger girl, hair tied half up and down with her big hair ribbon in.

"OH, woah! Mc. Donald's!" she cheers, excited. Michael shuts the door behind himself and carries the few bags that his father had him take to place them at the dining table. It's so weird.

Elizabeth. She's standing beside him and hip-bumping him aside to grab her Happy Meal box to open it, checking for her food; her nose scrunches as a pout comes to her lips. "Daddy! They put onions all over it!" She'll complain and show William the burger with the silvered onions inside; he tells her she should try it, and she may like it.  Michael can't stop watching.

[kaedeakeshisworld]

I love cake

gist: When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

chapter notes:

Ramyeon*: Korean noodles my fave are kimchi and spicy from shin ramyeon.

Baguette*: French stick type of bread.

Camembert*: Smelly French cheese (some say it smells like feet…)

Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* Lindt*: Swiss chocolate brands which happen to be my fave.

Petit beurre*: butter biscuit sometimes covered with milk chocolate or dark one. Its equivalent in the anglo saxon sphere would be graham crackers.

Quatre quarts*: Made up name place but it means pound cake in French.

bruva*: british lingo for brother (another example is how they add chew in tuesday- phonetically speaking).

rad*: crazy, mad about.

Lapis Lazuli*: a hotel name in this fic but is also a crystal often blue as well as song by the Beach House.

Jambon beurre*: literally ham butter sandwich. A very popular combo, if you ever can get a sammy at a French boulangerie, this is a classic.

financier*: a small cake (typically a finger food), can be rectangular or oval which dates back to 1865.

Je suis à Paris, les nanas*: translation Girls, I'm in Paris. Les nanas means girls but sometimes it can also mean boobs. Here is the former but the more you know…

Bukkake*: A collective jizz shower if you get what I mean…

For the pet names list: love, honey, daddy and sir for Leo.

Concerning Palais de la démesure, it is a fic I'm currently writing. Might be out towards like February of this year if work doesn't manage to knock me out first (fingers crossed)!

Cw: sex in a bathroom at the airport(do not reproduce, I Guess), benimaru is a menace, reader getting ate out, attempt to an actual handjob and blowjob but oh well she can't do much because of him, benimaru also is addicted to her so much so he's back at it again in the airplane( a menace he is), consuming porn, group chat talks are the best.

wc: 7096

c/s: this one is quite long, heh!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

I’ve dreamt of this moment ever since I laid my eyes on her back in uni. I have to pace myself otherwise I’ll just jizz my pants and I don’t want that for my first sexual intercourse with Y/n. Dawg, I sound like a fucking teenager who’s tryna get their very first nut! Why am I so goddam nervous in the first place. Like this is light work but I wanna impress her too…

"So," she commences "what are you going to do about your erection?"

He tells her "Brace yourself on that sink with both hands, if you will?"

"I can do that."

"That’s secure enough for you? You’re not going to do anything which requires the use of my might?"

"Maybe, who knows?"

He gets down on his knees and his hands start fumbling your backside. 

I have my hands on uni's most appraised butt. What a fucking legend I am to be the one fondling it. We were little shits back then but what could a motherfucker do besides blame hormones? We were packing and matter of fact I ain’t lose none of the moves from back then. I’ll show her how a real man eats out a woman. 

Memories 

"Hey, you don’t know what I’d do to get my hands on Y/n’s backside."

"Same! Before I die, if god is real and can grant me one wish, I wanna rest my head on it. You can tell the joint's hella comfortable."

"What if she farts?"

"Are you dumb or you’re acting like it on purpose?"

"He is, poor thing really thought women don’t get gassy."

"You sure you passed them exams to get to uni or maybe you bribed someone?"

"What are you even saying?" 

"I said what I said and it stays between us."

"You can’t be the first one who’s done it anyway."

"He’s so spot on."

"Anywho… wanna bet?"

"Bet about what?"

"I’ll touch that butt of hers before any of y’all get the chance to. I’m the best, so place it now."

"Two hundred."

"Fifty ‘cause I’m behind rent this month."

"One thousand if you do it today."

"Sold! Just watch me in action."

"Y/n!"

"Beni! How have you been?"

"Not looking as fine as you do."

"Stop playing."

"I’m just saying the truth."

"Yeah, keep at it."

"I was wondering if we could maybe go to the movies."

"Tonight, I can’t I have a due paper and need to verify some finishing touches before I hand it in but tomorrow, I’m free."

"Tomorrow at ten, then."

He mouths to them when he goes away by Y/n's side 'just watch me, you bunch o’ goons.'

"He acting like he the king or sum?"

"So fucking conceited!"

"He must be high from what he bouta get tomorrow."

Tomorrow evening  

"As always, you look superb."

"You don’t look so bad yourself."

"That’s a compliment from Y/n, I’ll cherish it my whole life."

"Really?"

"Pick whatever you’d like, my treat."

"Salted caramel popcorn, butter and sprite. I wouldn’t mind having some sour patch kids…" 

"Great choice."

"What about you?"

"I don’t really feel like eating so, candy will be aight."

"You like it?" 

"So far, it ain’t bad."

"We’re getting to the scarier bits."

"Okay."

"You can hold me, if you want to."

"I’ll be good."

That’s what she said but her hands were gripping his bicep and her hiding her face on it says otherwise. She really was tryna act strong in front of a horror movie. You should know better!

"It’s gotten better, I promise."

She looks at the screen and the murderers are actually decapitating the victim while performing some sort of ritual which apparently could revive the dead. In answer to him lying to her she smacks his arm.

"Beni! How could you do this to me?"

He chortles so hard which earn him some disapproving looks from other folks who were also in the room. 

"I thought it would be nice to prank you. Please, don't hate me. You're so pretty when you get mad."

"You're crazy Beni, on god you are."

At first you think it’s a bit odd or he’s perhaps just getting in the mood so you let him do how he feels it. He hikes up your dress, plays with your undies a little before getting a sharp inhale from the source.

He slides her panties down to her ankles and slowly but surely smooches her pearl. She smells really good down there. He’s glad he gets to taste her essence from the source right away even though licking her clean from her underwear would thrill him too.

His hands grab her cheeks to spread them in a way he can engulf fully her clitoris into his moist hot cavern. 

He lets her know that eating her out is one of the many things he enjoys doing when he vibrates around her button. She lets out an almost inaudible squeal which has him struck at first to hear such a sound but women are one of a kind so he’ll try to get to know more sounds like this he’s not so used to hear. Interesting, he considered.

She grips the sink, harder. She also makes a mental note not to make too much noise because they are in a public setting. Yes, with Leo she was inside a car outside but this time things are slightly different she’s in the airport, getting it on with someone who’s had eyes on her for a long time. She doesn’t know what to expect of him in terms of what he can do to her given the current situation she finds herself in. She should be fine, she likes to think this way.

"Just like that, please don’t stop."

He asks her "you like that or you could use some more of my face?"

She spits back "you want me to ride it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Do we have time?"

"We still have roughly eleven minutes left, so go ahead."

She grabs the back of his head, settles exactly how she feels like she should be using his face like a seat then makes a back and forth motion while trying to keep her composure because his tongue is not really giving her a break like she thought she’d get as if she were in control.

A few moments after she finds herself on her knees, riding his face while she tries to pump his erection with her bare hands, Benimaru somehow forgot how nice acrylics feel on his dick. It’s been a long time since he’s had a wild night similar to the one when he had been summoned at the Palais de la Démesure. He sometimes wishes he were summoned more often but oh, you cannot have everything you want in life now, can you?

Anytime she tries to wrap her lips around his head, he makes her jerk slightly forward with his tongue skills. When she finally does engulf him into her mouth, he lets out a sharp inhale. As she bobs his length up and down he grips her hips harder and sucks on her clit to the best of his ability one could think it has somehow become a competition to see which one of them is going to make the other come the fastest.

When her much awaited release washes over her, her first reaction is to put her hand over her mouth and she remains there, shaking for nearly three minutes atop Benimaru’s face. 

"How are you?"

"Better than ever, great I must say!"

"How much?"

"We ended before the actual time so we have five minutes to freshen up, look somewhat presentable not like we were fucking and off, we are."

"I never had someone make me come like that just using my clitoris, only.

I wanna know where did you learn that."

"I can ’t tell you where or who I learned it from all. I can say is that I am thrilled to hear you enjoyed that. I would gladly give you another clitoridian orgasm whenever you feel like having one. I am at your service anytime." 

"That’s so refined of you. Is that how you get women?"

"No, not my preferred method to say the least."

"Then, how do you proceed, I’m curious now?"

"Well…" he says meanwhile he buttons up his pants. "May you please remind me how I got you."

"Uhm… I don’t quite remember how that went. I could use a little help if you know what mean."

"Y/n you’re being incredibly hurtful in my opinion. How could you do this to me?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I invited you to have breakfast with me, we talked for a bit. I made you laugh and got you on a trip abroad with me. So far, aren’t you enjoying it?"

"You’re right about that. We’ll see that when we’re finally in Paris."

She takes off her panties and discards them.

"You’re not going to wear panties during our flight?"

"They’re soaked. I’m not doing that to her plus, a little wind won’t hurt."

"You’re right maybe, I should do the same."

"No, you should hurry up. I’ll go out first and send you a message when you can come out."

"We cannot be seen exiting this room together."

"Okay. I’ll wait for the message."

On board  

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten up your seatbelts."

"What are we going to do once we land there, Benimaru?"

"For the very first few nights, we’ll stay at a hotel if all goes according to plan that is, then later we’ll go to a house that I rented. That way, we’re not permanently in Paris throughout the whole trip because it may be the city of love but it’s not able to fit all of us who wish to be there."

"You meant you wanted to move there someday?"

"I would love to but the housing situation is enough to provide me with a decent headache, I don’t need that on a daily basis."

"Oh, I get it but maybe you should try moving to the suburbs. I’m sure you’d find your happiness there."

She’s probably not wrong. I’m sure one can find a nice place within an hour difference from Paris.

Meal

"The baguette is rather stale, if you ask me. The salad’s okay, the camembert too, a glass of wine, the onion soup with and we got macarons for dessert. I think I’ll ask for a bowl of ramyeon* later in the day, I know I’ll be hungry.

"What did you get?" 

"I opted for cantonese rice, a side of pickled okra, a pudding and I also have boxes of chocolate." 

"How did you get chocolate?"

"Complimenting the flight attendant goes a long way…" 

"You’re telling me I should do the same?"

"No, I have two boxes, one for me and the other for you."

"Can I see the goods?"

"Here you go."

"Normally, we have Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* and Lindt*."

"Oh, how I love Swiss chocolate!" 

"I know you do."

"Should we share?" 

"Only if you want to."

"Swiss liquor ones or petit beurre*?"

"Why not both?"

"You’re right," she lets out "we should treat ourselves."

You both bite them. Now for the Swiss liquor, you popped one into your mouth.

"Y/n you have something on your upper lip."

You look at it, you can’t see what he’s just mentioned. He said "I’ll get it for you."

He approached your face, touched your upper lip with the pad of his finger and then kissed you. It caught you by surprise, you gave in didn’t even fight back.

"What was that for?"

"I was always told that chocolate liquor tastes better if it’s comes from someone else’s mouth so I wanted to put it to test."

"You’re trying to impress me or did I miss something?"

"We can try it again if you want to, you can kiss me this time."

"Beni～ is it because you didn’t get to do it earlier?"

"It probably is."

"We should watch a movie together."

"Then, I’ll leave the choice to you."

"That’s okay with you?"

"Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?"

"You think my seat has enough space for us?"

"I’m sure it’s the case. We should get comfy."

"Are you sure the flight attendant is not going to catch us?"

"We aren’t doing nothing illegal Y/n, just watching a movie."

"I’ll sit first, you sit on me and get the covers."

"What did you pick?"

"You’re going to see."

"Paprika or Tokyo godfathers?"

He doesn't answer. He does love how you keep asking him what you're going to watch. It's amusing for him.

Midway through the movie, your head peacefully rested on Beni’s chest while he stroke your thigh aimlessly just reeling at how much he wanted this brief moment to last.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it’s a bit hard to follow but I think I’m getting the hang of it."

"I’m happy to hear that."

"I told you to pay attention to it and you’re getting sleepy on me. No can do."

His dominant hand snaked right into your panties while the other delicately fondles one of your boobs. You were about to protest but the way he does everything in sync makes it die on your tongue. 

You feel encouraged to rub your bud against his fingers while he smooches behind your ear.

"Beni～," you managed to utter between each moan he dragged out of you.

"Yes!" 

"You’re going to continue even if I stop, right?"

"By all means, my love. You’re paying attention to the movie?"

"How can I- -"

"Tsk, I told you to keep your eyes on it."

"You’re being so mean!"

"I’m not, I’m giving you some relief before tonight’s much needed rest."

"What happened to the Beni I met at my place before coming to the airport?"

"Never heard of him. We can talk about him if you want to…"

"Such a joker."

Shower

"I can shower here."

"Yes, you can. I’ll ask the flight attendant to show you where it is."

"Oh that’s wonderful. Are you going to do it too, Benimaru?"

"No I’m good, I’ll shower when we get to the hotel."

"I was wondering I think we should go to the Louvre museum." 

"Oh you’d like to go there. No problem." 

"You rock!"

"On the first day or can it wait?"

"Maybe on the second or the third even…"

"You’d like to go by yourself or be in company of someone?"

"You have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m just asking."

"I would like it to be with you."

"We’ll do that."

In the shower while everything has been going perfectly well, you’re suddenly hit with a wave of sadness when you’re washing up. The goods you’re using on this flight smell exactly like ones Leo wore the first time you two ever met. It feels wrong to remember him fondly when a few hours earlier you were sitting on Benimaru’s face and he made you come like that. Is it greedy of mine to want both of them doing unspeakable things to me? I’m sure it isn’t, you laugh it off. For the time being you should enjoy your deserved time in Paris by Beni’s side. Everything else shall fall into place.

When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

Bedtime

"No, I’ll make your bed for you. After all, that’s the service you paid for."

"You did, Benimaru?"

"Yes, love."

"Sorry then."

"I was wondering if can I get some infusion before bed?" 

"Indeed, is there anything like flavour you’d like to have?"

"Chamomille would be wonderful, that is if you have that."

"Definitely! I’ll check but I’m ninety eight per cent sure we have it."

"Here is you infusion, would you like some sugar with it or honey?"

"Honey would be lovely."

"Here you have it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Everything was perfect. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, please, do not hesitate."

"I suggest you rest as much as you can, we have an eventful day tomorrow."

He kisses her forehead and tells her "Goodnight love."

Breakfast

At last we get to have a proper Parisian meal which is made up of the mandatory classics like a croissant, pain au chocolat, tartine with jam and butter. A double shot espresso coffee with a dash of milk. And for the fiber, a fruit salad.

"We’ll arrive at Paris in a bit less than two hours."

"I can’t wait for it. I am so excited."

"We’re currently at the airport. We’ll most certainly eat before we get to the hotel. I ordered a few of my men to get me a car but given it’s weekday time and peak hours for traffic jams, they’ll be here in about an hour."

"Got it."

"What should we do then?"

"We can get some snacks for the time being the hotel check in is only at eleven roughly."

"Let's go to a drugstore then I have to stock up on sunblock and I should also get me some nuxe products."

"Lead the way, I’ll follow you."

"What do you think of this?"

"It smells really good, you should buy it."

"If you insist…"

Get some sheet masks because this flight dried up my skin terribly. 

Perfume should I pick vanilla or strawberry? I don’t feel like choosing so get both. I know he’ll like it, anyway.

"To Lapis Lazuli* we go." 

"It’s not in Paris, it’s nearby and what do you take me for a pigeon maybe?"

"Hotels in the very centre of the capital are a pain in the ass, I don’t like that type of hassle. I picked somewhere not so well know so that way in two days or so we can leave for the house I rented."

"Mother why are you trying to monitor your son who’s on a trip with the girl he loves?"

"That’s my job."

"Don’t you have more important matters to attend at the moment?"

"Like what for example?"

"I don’t know, maybe not worrying about me?"

"Okay, darling bring me some souvenirs and take care of that girl you cherish so much."

"I will, bye mother."

Someone gently wakes you from your slumber. You really don't feel like opening your eyes and he didn't want to wake you up since you were serenely sleeping. He has to.

"Y/n, Y/n, can you hear me, love? I’m so sorry to wake you up, we’ve arrived at the hotel. I know you must be knackered but try to be awake at least for the check in. As soon as we’re done with it, I’ll carry you to our room."

"Okay."

Honestly, you don’t know what came over you back in the car. One could guess the sound of the engine was enough to lull you into Morpheus soothing arms. It felt nice to rest on Beni’s shoulder, he’s such a gentleman he even covered you with his jacket.

After a little much needed nap which lasted over three hours and a half, you decided it was time to let the girls know if you made it to Paris. You let out as soon as they pick the phone up in your best French accent:

"Je suis à Paris, les nanas*!"

"I’m jealous," Marjorie said. 

"I wish I were a squirrel," Theresa added.

"Lordt, what have I done to deserve this?" Bianca drammatically uttered, she continued with "Girl, where the Eiffel Tower at?"

"Yeah, let us see that," Theresa announced.

"Word!" Marjorie claimed.

"I will when I get there, I promise." you told them.

"How’s our new knight, babes?" Theresa asked.

"He’s good?!"

"Or is he," she widens her eyes, "better than Leo?" Bianca inquired.

"Uhm… hard to compare them like that." You answered.

"Oh, our girl needs time." Marjorie declared.

"Yup, evaluation period is necessary." Theresa disclosed.

"Girl is that a hickey on your pulse point?" Bianca asserted.

"Shiiit… he don’t waste time!" Marjorie added. 

"Like you said, he don’t." Theresa suggested.

"He hella fast!" Bianca replied."

"A lot has occurred!" you shyly added. 

Marjorie had a 'ah' moment where she smacked her fist on top of her other hand. She communicated the following thought "You fucked in the plane?"

"You living’ la vida loca, if you did. No judgement, babes. I'm not God's servant and don't plan on becoming one." Theresa highlighted.

"Oh, heck yes! Girl, you better get it." Bianca championed.

"No, he had me ride his face in the airport." You finally let them know.

"Hello 911, I would like to report depravity in a public restroom. Please, make sure to be here in fifteen minutes…"Marjorie joked about it.

The other girls are cackling on the phone way too hard and honestly you also ended up getting teary eyed with all this laughter. Good times!

"You livin’ the dream. I hope you really sat on it." Bianca implied.

"Tell us more, you ouchtea living that erotica book lifestyle!" Theresa stated.

"I swear I’m not. I feel a little lost." You uttered.

"About what?" Theresa suggested.

"Spill the beans, babe." Bianca voiced.

"We’re listening." Marjorie delivered.

"Leonard seems like a past thing now. I know I asked for a break but I can’t help and sometimes see him in Beni." You said.

"I think I know what you mean."Bianca estimated.

"You’re not wrong for thinking that." Marjorie conveyed.

"It’s not something to worry 'bout. I'm sure the future has something better in store for you." Theresa responded.

Benimaru knocks on the door. He asks:

"Y/n, we’re leaving for an afternoon tea in half an hour." 

"Girls, hold on. I’ll be back in a few."

"Okay. I’ll be ready by then."

"May I come in?" 

"Yes."

"I just need a few documents for a business partner who happened to come. I won’t bother you for long."

She goes back to her phone and Bianca really shouts on the phone, 

"Is that him?"

"Girl, being discreet never been your forte." 

"I second that."

"Yes, it is."

"Make him say hi, I’m tryna see something."

"Beni?"

"Yes, my love."

"Would you mind saying hi to the girls on the phone?"

"It would be a pleasure, honey."

"Just so you know, Bianca is the girl with curly hair, Theresa has a mullet Marjorie is the redhead."

"Okay. May you let me see them?"

"Undoubtedly."

She puts the phone in front of him and he pulls her closer to him "Hi, I am Beni, the man who’s currently taking care of your friend abroad."

"Pleasure to meet you Bianca, Marjorie and Theresa!" 

"Waouh! He looks so good like that." Marjorie acquiesced.

"Is that gel on your hair or something else?" Bianca questioned.

"No, it’s wax. Thank you for noticing."  And he winks at her. What is he doing?

"You’re treating our girl right, right?" Theresa inquired.

He looks at her "Am I treating you right," he grabs her chin and caresses her lips with his thumb, "sweetie?"

On the other side of the line, the girls are going off with their much awaited exclamations such as "Lord!! This is way to hot. Am I currently in the city called hell?" Marjorie said.

"Damn it gurl, he really had to pull that move on us? Called us single in many ways. I feel ashamed now." Theresa uttered.

"Jeez… I got a man but to be pampered that way is a dream." Bianca replied.

For a few minutes it was as if the girls never made part of the convo so they waited for an answer you never gave. It was him who told them.

"I’m sure I'm taking care of her fairly well. As you can see she forgot to respond you and if it’s not the case, she’ll let you know. That way you can get me back on track, isn’t that right, girls?"

Theresa: Absolutely! 

Bianca: No problem! 

Marjorie: Got it! 

"See, your girls have your back Y/n. Now, if you excuse me.

 It was lovely to get to meet you guys. I hope we can meet in person, sometime. I have some matters to attend. I wish a wonderful afternoon to all of you."

And with that he leaves, giving you a forehead kiss in the process.

"That’s how he treats you," Bianca added "you a lucky bitch, I have to admit."

"Girl… I want that lovey dovey too," Marjorie communicated. 

"Let me put spirit on speed dial for you gurls, do not waver. I got you."Theresa said.

"Theresa thank you for saving us,"both Marjorie and Bianca answered.

"What’s planned for now?" Theresa questioned.

"Oh, we’ll go to a tea place later."

"Ooh, nice." Bianca blurted.

"Don’t forget the pics." Marjorie reminded her.

"Have fun!" Bianca enthusiastically yelled.

"And tomorrow, we’ll go to the Louvre museum."

"Sis! Switch places, asap!" Marjorie cried out.

"What are you saying, Marjorie?"

"Don’t listen to them, Y/n just live it up."

"I’m heading to my pilates class so, bye babes. Take care."

"You’re instructing now?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations Bianca! I knew you would make it."

"Imma doze off after being on night shifts for the month you know, tryna make ends meet…"

"I get it, you should get your well deserved rest."

"The online sales are doing a bit too well so much that I can barely keep up with orders. I’m grateful for my efforts are finally paying off."

"You’re so right, I’m happy for you. Love you."

"Me too."

"See ya!"

"Bye."

Now, I’m left with choosing the outfit. I think it’s safe to check the weather to avoid any unwanted surprises and maybe a hoodie. It looks windy out here and don’t want to risk getting sick, I’m not taking any chances.

"What do you think about this dress?"

"Whatever you put on will look divine on you."

"Really?"

"Surely!"

"You’re not really helping, you know that?"

"Sorry. I’m a simple man for a lot of stuff."

"No need to apologise."

I’ll put on boots with the fit just because it looks better. A lil’ make up nothing too extravagant and fix it with the setting spray.

"Can you twirl for me?"

"Why?"

"I just want to admire your beauty. Is that too much to ask?" 

"No." You proceeded to executed what he told you to do. You twirled on your feet. When you're back to your initial position, facing him, he proclaims the following about you: "You look divine! Sometimes, I do wonder why is that I didn’t get you for me only, sooner…"

"Why is that?" You beamed with curiosity.

"Because we look great together."

You have to acknowledge him. He doesn't lie. A quick glance on the mirror facing his back and you two do look magnificent as a pair.

"We do."

"And I love to watch your body quiver with pleasure."

"You want me to tell you everything I adore about you, too?"

"If you feel like it go ahead."

"You're being cocky, stop it."

"I love being cocky. There's nothing wrong with that plus I get to watch you being under my spell. What more could I ask?"

"I think we should get going."

At the tea place un Quatre quarts*, you followed Beni and the waitress to a room he reserved for the both of you.

"This way, we’ll be on our own and have a little privacy."

"This place is so cozy. I love it."

"I am delighted to hear you do. The owner is a friend of mine whom wanted to become a firefighter because it was a job her parents admired so much but her passion was baking and watch people eat her creations. So naturally, she seized the chance to become what she was truly made for."

It’s the first time you’ve seen Beni talk about someone else with such eulogistic manner and that allows you to watch one his his many facets appear right before you. Yes, Beni’s hot and all that (without a doubt) but it’s extremely refreshing to see him being so affectionate towards someone else other than you. It almost makes you want to sit on his lap and kiss his forehead. Something that Leo never triggered like emotion: being proud of the one you’re currently with. Wow, it did render you speechless.

"We should take a look at the menu, I’m sure what they have is also really good."

"Sure. If it’s as good as you, I’ll bite." 

"Earth to Beni? Beni, do you hear me?"

You waved your hand in front of his face, "Beni are you even listening to me?"

You try again "Oi!"

"Yes."

"What got you smiling like that?"

"You."

"Oh, really?

"Why would I be lying to a pretty girl like you?" 

"Okay, I get it. Do you plan on embarrassing me the whole time?"

"Beautiful beings should be appreciated with all my praise. I’m making sure I don’t miss mentioning it very often."

"My handsome man."

"I’ll get a strawberry sponge cake and a dandelion tea, I think trying a financier* is good too."

"That sounds delicious. I’ll get a jambon beurre* because it’s been so long since I’ve had one. With a double shot of espresso."

"How do we get to call the waiter?"

"Press on the button present on the middle of the table, one of them will come right up."

Your both enjoying your meal you got a bite of Beni’s sammy and decided you wanted one too. You also fed him a bit of your food and he smiled with all his teeth showing. So cute, you thought.

Someone is coming to your table. By the way they’re dressed, you can grasp that they work in the kitchen of the establishment with a high hair up do, a neat rouge on her lips and a winged eyeliner trait neatly done to die for. 

What’s the most striking about her face is the fact that she has heterochromia which makes her even more charming. Her left eye is blue while the right one is green. Like how can one be that beautiful? Girl I feel like rubbing my eyes to check of I’m not seeing things…

"Annelyse!"

"Benimaru!"

"How have you been?"

"Is that how you greet a childhood friend, huh? You come to Paris but don’t even think about contacting me beforehand?"

"Aw, come on don’t be so harsh on me?"

"Harsh, bruva* you don’t got any manners and you’re talking about me being abrasive on you? Revalute your choice of words for all that is deemed sacred!"

"Okay, I’ll do that."

"And much rude of you not to introduce me to the beauty sitting in front of you?"

You’re saying that about me… well, well, well, look at you? I’m starting to second guess myself about men?

"I was about to get to it."

"Then…"

"Her name’s Y/n L/n." 

"The infamous university girl you were rad* about? Took you long enough to finally date her, were you scared or someone scared you? She asks him never taking her eyes off of you. 

"My pleasure to meet Benimaru’s" she mouths "obsession." 

"Same."

"You may ask me anything you feel like knowing about him. Please, do not hesitate."

"Annelyse! I thought you were on my side."

"I never said the contrary so… Stop imagining shit!"

"Her beauty is…"

"I know what you mean. The term you’re looking for probably is enthralling or should I say bewitching."

"More the last one than the former."

"She stole some of my high school girlfriends to let you know about the tea."

"She did that? How could…she do that to you?"

"Didn’t she have her eyes on you while she was talking to me?"

"Yes."

"What did you feel when she was looking at you the way she does?"

"Oh, that’s you you mean…"

"Exactly, that’s how she gets them."

"How many?"

"I can’t actually tell you. You’d think I’m a serial dater if I tell you." 

"No, I mean it’s fine by me."

"Did you ask Leo that?"

"No, he told me without me asking matter of fact why do suddenly mention Leo You got beef with him."

No, I had a plate of seafood boil with him. If I tell her this, she'll probably sulk the whole time we're here. I better not act childish right now.

"Why are you siding with someone you’re on a break with?"

"That’s not what I meant."

"I can’t and won’t have beef with him. It would be stupid of mine."

"May I know more?"

"Indubitably! Look up Palais de la Démesure and tell me what you think about it after you’re done reading what you’ve found online. Just a warning, you might not like what you see. One thing is certain, you won’t ever ask me about me being jealous of another man, ever again. It won’t cross your mind."

"We’ll meet Annelyse later this week because there is something she wants to show you. Are you okay with it?"

"I mean why wouldn’t I be okay with what she has to show me…"

"Did you have the time to look it up?"

"Yes, a little."

"What have you learned about it, then?"

"It is a common event and matter in your life alongside Leo’s one." 

"Did you look for the translation of the terms?"

"No, I didn’t."

"Wouldn’t you like to know? Curiosity hasn’t stricken you yet?"

"Go ahead and just deliver…"

"Wild Palace or the Palace of Excesses. A place where all of your wicked fantasies shall become true as there is no place for the term undoable to echo in those rooms." 

"Honestly, sounds like a good time for me! How do I enter there?"

"You can’t. You have to be summoned by the person who’s the current owner of the place."

"Do you know him?"

"No, no one does. Apparently, he’s a regular man like many of us but each year brings about a new owner. Something about the constant change makes the place more modern, one could say."

"You liked the time you spent there?"

"Yes, it was phenomenal." 

"I would love to hear it, sometime."

Back at the hotel

I reminisce vividly of it.

How can one forget a whole week spent with other four men and a woman whom was willing to be used as our personal fuck toy? Of course, there was no way for us to know who she was, what’s her government name or even if she was an inhabitant of the city. We were just told to please ourselves to our hearts content as long as we respect each other in an environment where pleasure and bliss are keywords.

That year, a woman of high ranking was the owner of said palace which made circumstances highly advantageous for women. I must salute her for her proactive measures. Women were the centre of attention and I personally loved that for them. She had also added another rule which was If the woman you’re currently with tends to have more sex with you than all the other guys it could potentially mean that she might want to spend a week with you only and you’ll be assigned to a private suite for such doings, of everything follows through, naturally.

Later on

While browsing on the web about what Benimaru had told me about. I fell upon one porn link. I didn’t really specify what it was or who starred in it but I could get a vague feel that it was amateur type shit, you know, the good stuff which is not staged.

On the screen I see such a voluptuous black woman getting it on with five masked men. The thing is I don’t even know why but somehow wish it were me getting thrown around like that. Yes, she’s livin’ her best life, that is certain but the way she’s on them?? Wow, teach me your ways, girl! She’s got three dicks in her, she’s jerking one with her and has another man who sandwiched his dick between her tits. Long story short, I’m not even halfway through the video that Benimaru barges in the room talking ‘bout "Have you seen my glasses?"

I throw my phone ‘cause I’m not got hide it right and act like I actually am looking for it with it.

"I don’t know," she stammers "hum, where did you leave them?"

"On the night table, normally." 

"Okay, I’ll go check if it’s there."

"Is it a grey box?"

"Yes."

"Here you have it, check if it’s inside, you never know."

He does it. "Thank you love and he kisses your lips." That unexpected move really caught you off guard. And he leaves just like that.

And I go look for my phone right where I threw it. Next plan, I can see her now bouncing on three peens while the other two men jerk their manhood as she keeps her mouth open with her tongue out. So raunchy, yet it’s making your panties wet. 

The end of the video is topped with a bukkake* scene but what’s new honestly, when it comes to an orgie. I’m left drier than motherfucking saltfish before it is plunged in water for its saltiness to go away. 

I know I wanted more than anything a sugardaddy yet after watching this, I’m starting to revaluate my choices. I’m young after all so I should get all the fun I want. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Benimaru is fine but I don’t mind getting another man to take care of me like Leo used to.

I still have his number on my phone, it wouldn’t hurt to call him. I’m just checking how he is doing without me… 

On the other side of the globe

"And that is the main reason why we should review the budget for our next big hit. Mister Burns, are you here with us?"

He doesn't really seem like he's in his element…

"Yes, as always excellent presentation Hay Linn, I will excuse myself for now. 

If anyone has questions regarding the matter, please, do not waver contacting me or Hay Linn here present. We’ll gladly get back to you as soon as possible.

And with that you’re all dismissed."

Two employees chit chat about their general feels concerning their very first year working for Leonard's company:

"Did you see? Ceo Leo is so nice, I’m so happy we have a boss like him!

"Heck yes, you’re so right about that."

Look, he’s looking rather gloomy these past few days. Does anyone know what happened?

"Sugarbaby gate."

"Oh, that."

"Without a doubt. It has to be it." 

"Wait, isn’t that field always like full or maybe shortage has ravaged it?"

"I don’t think it’s that simple…more like he might have to let go of someone he really liked."

"I don’t feel like talking about it anymore. Gon’ make me sad and shit."

"Same here."

Leonard Burns sits down at his desk and runs his hand through his luscious white hair. This day hasn’t been his best but he must remain focused, otherwise rumours will spread like wildfire about him and his rather blue face.

As he tries to cheer himself up to the best of his ability, his phone starts buzzing on his desk. Who could it be at this time of day? He doesn’t have any planned phone calls he quickly checked his schedule before eventually answering that phone call.

"Good afternoon."

"Hello! Am I on the phone with," she pauses before uttering the following terms, "Sir Leonard Burns?"

"Yes, the one and only. How may I help you?"

"Oh, now you’d like to help me. How gentlemanlike of you. Have you forgotten me, perhaps?"

"I’m not sure what you mean, miss. Are you sure we have met before?"

"I am or maybe I should’ve said Daddy Leo?"

"It’s you Y/n, how are you doing? Are Paris and Benimaru being kind to you?"

"I’m a little hurt because you didn’t remember me right away. I am doing well, thank you for asking. Yes, they’re treating the best they can. How are you, my Leo?"

But I somehow know you'd treat me the best as always…

"I’m doing okay, I guess…"

"I know we are on a break but I miss you. I diligently hope we can meet as soon as I land back there. There’s a lot of things I have to let you know.

And you can’t do that on the phone, am I right?"

"As always, you’re so alert."

"You planned to torture me on the phone with that mellifluous voice of yours all day long or you’re going to let me go?"

"I’m not keeping you captive, baby unless you’d like me to!"

"You’re playing with fire Y/n, I advise you not to do it."

"But what’s wrong if I like doing it with you, daddy? Are you going to spank me when I’m back? I’ve grown to like the sting I get each time one your firm hand lays a hit on my delicate skin."

The worst bit of this call is that Leonard is fighting so hard not to get a hard on because that's the last thing he would like to deal with while he's at work, in his office. Yes, people will knock on the door before entering but if he gets one, he'll have to tend to it on the spot.

"I will if you want me to."

"That’s what I like to hear. See you when I’m back then, rawr…"

"I’ll see you then, Y/n."

Chapter 6 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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