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I'm truly curious about my fellow shipcest enjoyers' tastes.

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a thing based off chapter 3 of @reallygreatblogname222 's fic

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"Sticky bros" yeah they're sticky with eachothers cum

You get me!

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who is the first david you think of when you hear the name david

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@ani-coolgirl “Furry Creek Diary” by Julius

There's this gay porn comic I like where a son sits in his dad's lap and jerks him off at a baseball stadium and what can I say except John Winchester/Adam Milligan.

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Shipping Adam with John or Dean or Sam. It's a WinMill.

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There's this gay porn comic I like where a son sits in his dad's lap and jerks him off at a baseball stadium and what can I say except John Winchester/Adam Milligan.

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I accidently tagged that endabi fic as endabihawks 😐 my bad I corrected it but just know now I'm imagining Hawks offscreen jacking off outside the window to that shit. Fuckin fanboy

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dabi succumbing to chronic pain because of his quirk and enji finding him and taking him home and caring for him.

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Carl, some people have immunity to the virus. I can share it with you, but we have to hurry.

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Lucifer tolds sam that he is cute for playing motherhood but the boy needs a real dad but the more Sam deys Lucifer he says something like "It's so cute you thought you are something for him but you are no diffrent than a babysitter i bang behind my wife" it just came to me you know and now i keep thinking about babysitter Sam

anon i hope you know this is violence against me specifically, the guy whose only known crush on a human person in childhood was on the babysitter i had until i was a teenager. anyway. um. i blame u for making me write this. 1000ish words of lucifer dubiously banging babysitter!sam.

Sam is such a good boy.

He knew that from the moment he hired Sam. He’d listened to Sam tell him how much he needed the money, how his family had turned his back on him when he’d gone off to college and now he couldn’t even pay the bills. A one-off gig was what Lucifer had been looking for, but it had been so simple to slide Sam everything he’d need to cover the rest of his tuition in order to have him always available when Jack needed watching. It wasn’t like Lucifer would miss the money.

It was sympathy, partly. Lucifer’s been abandoned. Sam deserves to be looked after, and he can provide.

It was for Jack, mostly, who Lucifer doesn’t have the time to take care of that he’d like. Sam is good with him in a way no other babysitter Lucifer’s hired ever has been, no complaints about Jack’s rigid schedule or how upset he gets when it’s broken, learning what foods Jack likes and what he’s interested in and when he needs to take a nap before he gets frustrated and cries.

He’s very magnanimous.

So, it doesn’t matter that keeping Sam around the house as much as he does is for Lucifer’s enjoyment.

Watching him putter around the kitchen making lunch, spying on him taking Jack out to swim in the pool, keeping him later and later after Jack’s been put to bed talking about his coursework. Sam is like a wife Lucifer doesn’t have to marry. He’s perfect, save one thing, so Lucifer crosses that boundary without qualms and starts fucking him.

“It’s getting late,” Lucifer says as he bounces Sam on his cock. “Stay the night. I’ll drive you home in the morning.” Sam’s mouth hangs open around the adorable little grunts Lucifer is forcing out of him with each quick thrust. “Jack would be so happy to have you make him breakfast.” He’s sure there’s *some* part of Sam that wants to protest—the same part that pulled back the first time Lucifer kissed him and tried to say they were being unprofessional—but he’s easy to make cave in to what Lucifer wants, for the simple reason that Sam wants it too, no matter what he says to keep up appearances.

Sam is exactly what Jack needs, attentive and kind and patient. Sam is exactly what Lucifer needs, slutty and easy and deliciously unexperienced compared to him.

“Say yes, Sam,” Lucifer invites. He sinks Sam down onto his lap, buries himself fully in his hot hole and feels him clenching around Lucifer’s cock. Always needy for more. “You don’t have classes tomorrow until the afternoon. It doesn’t matter how long I keep you up tonight.” Sam gives a shivery gulp as Lucifer guides his hips into a slow grind. His dick jumps, spilling a wet mess down his length as Lucifer’s cock rubs against his prostate.

“I-” His eyes roll back, any argument lost as he begs, “Lucifer, God, I can’t come like this. Touch my cock.”

“I know,” Lucifer says, keeping Sam mindless with pleasure. “This is how you should make all your decisions, with your cock, not your head.” He wants to fuck Sam harder, but if he tortures both of them with this slow grind, then he can ruin Sam later. “How about a bonus? Does my whore want to be paid more?” Lucifer loves this, showering Sam with life-changing money that means nothing at all to give away. He pays for this ass, keeps Sam fed and housed and in college. He can give Sam everything. He owns him.

“Yes,” Sam says. Lucifer doesn’t care that much whether Sam likes this arrangement as much as he does or if he’s that desperate for cash. He gets what he wants either way. “I need- I need a new laptop.”

“Expensive,” Lucifer says. For Sam, he’s sure it is. He lifts Sam an inch and drops him down against, savoring the friction as Sam gasps. “I’ll do it. On two conditions.” He strokes up Sam’s sides. Sam nods, before he even knows what they are. He wants to come, he wants to get paid, and Lucifer controls both. “Come to Jack’s birthday party. He needs you.” He means that.

“And?” Sam asks, uncertain, because he knows the next condition is just for Lucifer.

Lucifer leans in to nip his way up Sam’s jaw to his ear. “I want to take the condom off.” The way Sam shivers underneath his hands at that. Lucifer starts rocking his hips, edging Sam again as he asks, sweetly, like Sam gets a choice, “I promise I’m clean, Sam. You have nothing to worry about. Let me have you bare?” Sam’s dick rubs wetly against his belly as Lucifer pulls him closer. “Afraid I’ll knock you up?”

Sam gets tight, suddenly. His breath rushes into him. Lucifer can’t resist, fucking him again. He lifts Sam from his lap and hauls him back down, over and over. He can see the condom separating them as he pushes up into Sam’s ass, such a thin, negligible thing. Lucifer could have pulled it off at any time, but he wants Sam to know. He wants Sam to spread his legs for it.

“I’ll feel even better inside you,” he says, and then, teasing, he adds, “and you might enjoy it, too.” He reaches down to hold Sam’s cock. It throbs in his palm, close to spilling but needing more. It’s like Sam’s body was made for him to take advantage of. “Come on, Sammy,” he wheedles, stroking him too slowly, “a smart girl like you has to be on birth control. There’s no danger.” Again, Sam moans, clenching down hard on Lucifer’s cock, and this time, Lucifer feels his cock swell before it shoots come all over Lucifer’s belly. He strokes faster, wringing out his surprise orgasm until Sam is panting and still thrusting his softening dick into Lucifer’s hand.

Lucifer sucks on Sam’s throat as he catches his breath. Sam has told him not to leave marks where other people can see before. Lucifer never listens.

“Well?”

“Yes,” Sam mumbles.

“Good boy,” Lucifer says. He sits back, watching Sam gingerly lift himself off of Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer eyes him expectantly, and Sam rolls the condom off to dispose of. “You better hope you didn’t wake Jack up,” Lucifer teases. Sam flushes, mortified. Lucifer laughs, leading him back to his bed where Sam belongs.

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dad who wants to make sure his little vampire knows how to hunt and feed properly. dad who gets you up on his lap and shows you exactly where and how to sink your teeth into his flesh. dad who tasks you with seducing and feeding on your big brother. dad who takes you out to a bar and watches as you find an unsuspecting human to dance with, to flirt with, to gently press kisses into, before taking their wrist and eagerly leading them to the dark alley dad picked out for you. dad who strokes your hair and tells you hes so proud of you as you nuzzle your bloodsoaked maw into his shirt.

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[Dad voice] thats my boy, *thrust* thats my boy *thrust* thats my fucking *thrust* boy, fuck

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keeping him well fed🩷

edit - since i see the right type of people found this here, imma just add that you can find the uncensored thing on my art twt: _autumn_sky96

please come check it out 👁️👁️

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First kiss