#ALSO BRATTY SAMMY POUTING??

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

here’s my sammy idea; its about edging so if that’s not your thing, keep scrolling!

ok so, i want to edge sam. i feel like the idea it would come up from some argument he was having with boys when having drinks at jakes house, a stupid discussion about who could go the most without an orgasm, and sam gloated about how he is not a desperate teenager.

the little comment takes root in your brain, and on your way back home you raise the idea to him.

“do you actually think you can do it?” you say casually while driving “do what?” “go a few days without cumming” his eyes go a little wide at the question “well… yeah, i think i can do better than those 3, at least, why?” you casually stop at a red light, so you look at him “would you be down to try?” he is quiet for seconds that feel too long “…try it how, exactly?” “well,” you raise an amused eyebrow at sam’s sudden shyness “we do our usual thing, but you make me cum, and you suck it up” you joke hoping to put him at ease, making him chuckle before he quiets down again “so… edging? is it?” “yup” you nod “we can build up to it honey, im not gonna slap a cock ring on you and keep it there for half a month” the mention of the ring already makes sam feel hot under his collar, you continue “we can start with four, maybe five days if that sounds ok- if you are okay with the whole thing, that is” sam nods, its not like you aren’t in control of all his orgasms already, he loves to be putty in your hands “okay, yeah, lets do it” he runs his clammy palms up and down his legs, already feeling a bit jittery “are we… are we starting now?” you giggle at him sweetly “no honey, right now im gonna be sweet to you and make you cum in any way your little heart desires” you park in front of your home and cup his jaw and peck his lips “we can start tomorrow” making him gulp nervously.

you settled on four for being the first time, but god it was the four longest days of sam’s life. from making him eat you out 3 times while praising him, to jerking him off hard and fast, in a way that made him squirm desperately and gasp for air as if he was constantly coming out of the water. you never pushed him too close to the edge, maybe once or twice before letting him catch his breath and take a cold shower.

on the fourth day, sam woke up to an empty bed. he got up and walked to the kitchen, and bent over to hide his face in your neck and mutter a shy good morning. you were sitting on the table with a mug of coffee and a left-over croissant from yesterday. “good morning, pretty. how did you sleep?” it was hell to fall asleep, honestly. you palmed him through his underwear and kissed his neck while praising him for what what felt like hours, so he had to fall asleep with a hard on and wake up to a slight case of morning wood. “Fine” he bit his lip, looking around in the kitchen, catching your eyes every now and then. “im not gonna make you cum yet, sam” you chuckled at his whining “you’ve been waiting for days, you can wait a few more minutes.” you placed your mug and plate on the sink, feeling him follow you like little puppy. “first, breakfast, you are gonna need your energy, baby” he sighed and fixed himself a mug with a bowl of cereal on the side, and ate with a pout “oh, dont be dramatic, sammy”

30 minutes later, you feel him creep behind you while you do the dishes, hands on your rib cage trailing down to your hips “please? now?” he asks quietly and you sigh with a smile “ok sammy, go wait in the room” you kiss his shocked face on the cheek “go, ill be right there” he nearly trips on his way out.

if you could take a picture, you would, because you dont think there’s anything prettier than sam with his hair in a bun, hands tied up above his head, cheeks and chest flushed, squirming from your hand pumping him slowly but steady, and your lips fluttering around the base of his cock. “please, please…” he whines sweetly “sammy, you really arent helping yourself with all your begging and whining” you say, with a seductive smile “can i try something?” “yes, please, just-“ a choked moan and the clench of his legs interrupt him “anything, i need it” “aw, he needs it” you coo mockingly “ok baby, im gonna give it to you, yeah?” he nods shakily with closed eyes, taking this as a chance to take the little bullet vibrator from the nightstand to your left.

with your right hand holding his red, weeping cock up from the base. “just let go when you are ready, ok?” you dropped a kiss to his hip as he nodded, his breath still labored but not as frantic. you wrap you lips around his tip, babying it with your tongue, circling around it gently. his noises almost sound like complains, his hips already starting to shift. when you feel like he got back into it, you turn on the bullet vibrator at high power, holding it to where his shaft connects to his balls, making him almost scream in surprise, and it takes little to no time to get him there. “oh god- oh, please! can i-?” he sobs out, you let go of his tip with a pop “yes, yes baby, come for me, let go-“ sam’s scream interrupts you as his orgasm splatters against his chest. his body tenses erratically, his mouth open with now gasps coming out of him as his orgasm hits him like a train. you pull the vibrator off of him while still pumping steadily to work him through it gently. when there’s only a few tears coming from his cock you pull away from him, immediately standing up to release his hands, the only sound in the room being his panting. “sammy? did i break you baby?” you touch his face delicately, he nods with a wet face, nuzzling it into your hand “let me know when i can clean you up, bub. take your time” while playing with the stray hairs from his bun to pull him back to reality gently

(i know the spacing looks weird as hell but this is tumblr being HELL to write in im sorry)

Oh... now that is delicious.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Guys: I'm disappointed in you

G/N. (Jakey, Sammy, Goo, Gun, Vin, Ryuhei, DG, Johan, Vasco). Masterlists

You're not pissed off. You're much worse, disappointed.

Hands on your hips, finger dangerously close to wagging and lecturing them.

His intimidating presence does nothing to deter how you feel-

Jake's face drops and his eyes fall to the ground.

Whether he thinks he did anything wrong is one thing, but disappointing you is more than enough for him to feel bad.

He bows, bending at the waist a full 90 degrees and then some, and asks for your forgiveness. Face sincere and of utmost seriousness no matter how petty the crime.

Samuel scoffs and leaves. He doesn't need this.

But he tosses and turns that night, daddy and mommy issues playing up. The need for approval and validation from someone he respects gnaws at him, and he doesn't sleep a wink.

The next day he returns to you, bags under his eyes, pretending to be unaffected by your previous disagreement yet trying to get back into your good graces with expensive gifts.

"Disappointed?" Goo echoes, blinking owlishly, as if he couldn't fathom that he could be disappointing to anyone.

He whines and pouts, and is close to throwing a tantrum. Obviously your words having an effect on him.

In the end he does mutter an apology though you doubt the sincerity, especially if the look in his eyes are anything to go by.

Gun ignores you though you see the defiant twitch in his jaw from your words.

He doesn't care, why should he.

Except you catch him staring at you the rest of the day or week or until whenever your ire ebbs away. There's a strange awkwardness to his being, like he doesn't know how he should act around you.

The apology doesn't come if he thinks it's undeserved and unneeded, but he also doesn't want to see that look in your eyes again.

Vin scoffs, pretends he doesn't care. Calls you a nag, a wet blanket, all sorts of frustrating names.

Yet the guilt eats away at him. Your eyes, the playful expression you usually wear is now just replaced with disappointment.

He tries to involve Mary to worm his way back into your good books, she tells him to piss off and eventually he comes to you, tail between his legs and a poorly formed apology (likely as a rap).

Ryuhei's eyes are suspiciously wet. You think he's sniffling, the tip of his nose turned pink and he's trying to keep a brave face but god, he feels like a complete failure.

He drops to his knees and immediately offers to commit seppuku. When you roll your eyes and tell him to stop being ridiculous, he says he will do anything to make this right. That he would rather die than ever disappoint you again.

DG, usually ruled by logic but too often bratty and arrogant, considers whether this is a hill worth dying on. It's not.

Considers whether it warrants an apology, and it does. But does he deliver? Not always. Lets you simmer until he presents you with a grand gesture and a winning K-Pop smile he reserves for award shows.

His charm works on you less than he'd like, but more than you'd prefer.

Johan looks as if he's been slapped, before turning on his heels and leaving.

It takes him a surprisingly short amount of time to come back, feeling contrite. He doesn't say sorry but the unspoken apology runs round and round his mind.

Instead he drifts to your side constantly like a shadow, trying to catch your eye, seek out some of your warmth and hoping for your forgiveness.

Regardless of what it is you're disappointed with, Vasco Tabasco thinks you are the best. A literal angel descended to Earth that has graced his life.

So if you're disappointed then whatever he is doing must be wrong and is worth apologising for.

He does just that. Offers to make up for it however you see fit. Completely heartfelt even if he doesn't know entirely why.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Take It

Sam Kiszka x Reader

18+ only, Minors DNI

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, oral sex (m/rec), fingering (f/rec), unprotected sex, light degradation, male dom, fem sub, impact play, dirty talk, overstimulation

Also this is heavily unedited so sorry for any mistakes

The car came to a halt and you waited for the driver to come open the door. Sam stepped out first and put his hand out to help you up and onto the sidewalk. You smoothed your floor length dress down, emerald green and silk, falling perfectly over your curves. Sam caught you checking your reflection in the car window,

"You look stunning as ever," He took your hand and turned you to face him, tilting your chin up to look at his eyes, "Ready to head inside?"

"I think so," You replied with a small grin. You were at some fancy fundraiser he had been asked to attend. He looked absolutely delectable in his suit, mostly black with emerald green stitching and details to match your dress. He placed a quick kiss to your forehead and then started towards the door. He offered his elbow for you to hold as he sauntered in. That smug smile on his face. He knew how beautiful he was, that people gawked at him, hung on his every word when he spoke. You'd be lying if you said his cockiness didn't turn you on sometimes. You liked the way people looked at him, longing for him in a way only you got to have him. You stayed close to him, greeting the people and making conversation as you both made your way around the big event room. You were growing bored and dismissed yourself to go over to the bar. You found a seat and settled in it, ordering a drink. You turned back to face the room, watching for what felt like hours as Sam sauntered around the room, networking and chit chatting with important people presumably. He kept glancing at you periodically and you wondered why until you noticed the handsome man sitting next to you. A tiny idea planted itself in your brain, and you grinned to yourself. You knew exactly what you were about to get yourself into and it fueled you even more. You turned and sparked up a conversation with the man sitting to your left. Laughing exaggerated at everything he said that was even remotely funny, curling your hair on your finger, flirting shamelessly. It wasn't long until you felt your phone buzz. Two simple words on the screen sent your heart racing, you could hear it in your brain like he was whispering it in your ear,

Sammy- Behave yourself.

Your little plan was already working. The authoritativeness and concise words. You ignored the text and went back to your antics, you knew at this rate you'd be being dragged out of the building within the next half hour. A few minutes passed and you lightly touched the man's knee as you laughed. Moments late a hand sneaked around your back and it found a firm grip on your hip. You bit your lip to hide your smile,

"Excuse her." Sam said flatly as he dragged you away,

"Sam, what are you doing?" You protested as you played dumb,

"We are leaving." He snapped at you as you made it outside,

"What? Why babe?" You said sweetly, he was absolutely seething.

"You know exactly why." He gripped your arm and pulled you against him, "Acting like a slut, you're in so much fucking trouble when we get home." He whispered sharply into your ear. Whether he knew it or not he was giving you exactly what you wanted. He pulled away and looked at his watch like waiting for the car was inconveniencing him. You stood a few steps away with your arms crossed, pouting, really playing up your brattiness tonight. The car pulled up and he opened the door for you, slamming it hard once he was sure you were clear. He walked around to the other side and got in, giving you a glare and a disappointed shake of his head. You turned to the window to hide your smile. You couldn't wait for what would happen as soon as he got you in the front door, just the thought of it had you getting wet. You started subtly rubbing your thighs together, squirming in your seat. Sam took notice and scooted closer, pulling your legs apart to stop your movements.

"Whats got you so worked up?" He asked in a husky voice, quiet enough so the driver couldn't hear. You stayed silent kept your gaze away from him, "Is it thinking about what I'm going to do to you when you get home? Thinking about me railing you so hard you can't even think straight?" A quiet moan pushed past your lips, and you cursed yourself for giving him that satisfaction, he ran his knuckles up and down your arm, "I bet you're absolutely soaking your panties thinking about my cock, I know you want it, I know you want to get absolutely ruined."

"Not wearing panties" You managed, trying to stay in your unbothered headspace.

"You are a whore." he said, voice dropping even lower, "And I plan to fuck you like one." He nipped at your neck before pulling away and sitting back in his seat. The drive felt like it lasted forever with how desperate you were for Sam to make his words a reality. The car pulled into the driveway and Sam tipped the driver as you got out and walked towards the front door. You stood quietly as Sam got out the keys and unlocked the door. You stepped in behind him, waiting for him to go feral and ravage you, but he didn't. He wordlessly took his jacket off and headed towards the bedroom. You slipped your heels off and hurried after him. He stopped close to the bed and unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbow. You positioned yourself behind him, wrapping your arms around him and reaching around to palm his cock through his pants,

"Did I say you could touch me?" He said sternly, pushing your hand away,

"You didn't say I couldn't" You snapped back at him, He turned so abruptly to grab your face it startled you.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours before I find another use for it." he said, his breath hot on your face.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" You said back without a second thought, his grip on your jaw making it hard to talk.

"You fucking brat." He said with a smile he couldn't hide, "You want my cock in that smart mouth?" You nodded, "You think you deserve it?" You nodded again. He looked down his nose at you as he considered it, "Dress off and get on your knees" He ordered. You listened and slipped it over your head, your bare figure dropping down to the floor. Sam unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them. He kept his shirt on but unbuttoned it. As he stepped up to you, you reached for his hard cock, to your surprise he swatted your hands away.

"Hands behind your back. I'm fucking you like a whore remember? And good little whores get throat fucked." a shaky breath came out of you, filled with excitement, you loved when he used you. You put your hands behind your back and opened your mouth as you looked up at him through your lashes. A pleased smirk played on his lips as he slowly slid his dick into your mouth. He started with just moving his hips, then he had his fingers in your hair, pulling you down onto him. Lewd noises of him grunting and you gagging filled the room, your makeup was running down your face and drool was covering your chin. When he had his fill he pulled you off by your hair, tugging softly to prompt you to stand. You were dying for him to touch you but you knew better than to ask when he was in this state. "Hmm swallowing my cock down like that has earned you some attention, get on the bed." You climbed on the bed, laying on your back and watching Sam. His eyes raked over you slowly like he was planning what he was about to do to you. He walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, retrieving your little pink vibe. "You don't deserve my mouth tonight" He said in response to your confused gaze,

"But-" You started but where quickly cut off,

"Argue and you won't get my dick either." He hissed, settling between your legs. You nodded and quietly laid back your head. In a moment of tenderness he ran his hands up your thighs and kissed the inside of your knee as you spread your legs for him. You heard the vibe buzz to life and braced yourself for the contact. He wasted no time, placing it directly on your clit, tearing the air from your lungs.

"Fuck" you moaned out, "More, please"

"More?" He questioned, in a tone that told you that you just made a mistake. He upped the vibrations and then you gasped as his fingers slid into you. You started to writhe around on the mattress, "Be still y/n." You tried your best to listen, but you were quickly approaching your orgasm and he knew it. He started curling his fingers, brushing against that spot he knew reduced you to a mess.

"I'm going to cum, please can I cum sir?" the title slipped past you in your desperation and Sam gave a hum.

"Yes." Was all he replied and you came undone on his fingers, a death grip on the sheets below you. The wave crashed over you and you expected Sam to removed the vibe but he didn't.

"It-its to much sir!" You cried, trying to instinctively close your legs. He forcefully pressed them back open and you gasped as he landed a quick smack to your over-sensitive cunt,

"Be a good girl and fucking take it" He spat at you. You had a safe word and you and him both knew you could use it if you wanted to.

"I-I can't" You started to argue but it was cut short when he landed another slap to your clit,

"I said take it. I'm going to make your pretty little cunt cry for me and then fuck you stupid"

"Yes Sir" You almost sobbed as he put the vibe back on you, holding it tight against your clit. His fingers were once again working inside you as tried your hardest not to move around,

"Fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum again" You all but screamed as he turned up the vibe to the next level, you weren't going to wait for his approval, you couldn't if you wanted to, the sharp pang of pleasure slamming into you and dragging you under. You feel like you've left earth but you're brought back by Sam's growl of approval. The fog cleared and you peered down at him, his hand drenched along with the sheets.

"Good girl, I knew you could take it" He praised, you heard the vibe click off and could see him finally stripping out of his shirt before climbing over you. "Think you can take a little more?" He asked to your surprise, his soft side coming through for a moment as he caressed your face. You could only imagine how you looked, hair a mess and your makeup ruined. You nodded, ready to accept whatever he gave you. He climbed back off the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. He lifted your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders as he slowly pressed into you. His head fell back and he groaned as he sunk in to the hilt. "Y/n I swear your cunt was made to take my cock"

"It was, it's yours" You mumbled, completely exhausted at this point. He started moving his hips, thrusting into you hard and fast, chasing his high.

"Say that again" He groaned, his thrusts starting to falter,

"It's yours sir," You whined, "It's yours" You repeated it over and over as you felt him spilling inside you. He stayed buried in you but began placing gentle kissed to your calf. He gave you a soft smile and wink,

"Are you ok?" He whispered,

"Yes love" You replied as you returned his smile.

"Good, now lets get you in the tub to soak while I get us some snacks and a movie," He said as he scooped you up in his arms, kissing the crown of your head as you leaned against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Oh, and change the sheets" He added teasingly, you rolled your eyes as you playfully smacked his chest.

[ageofnations]

Anything You Want

sam kiszka x fem!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! oral (m receiving), hair pulling, degradation, just a tad bit of praise, spit (plz lmk if i missed anything lmaooo)

Word Count: ~2.8k

A/N: happy bday sammy lmao. this is largely unedited bc i cannot read my own smut...enjoy i guess

“So what do you want to do today?”

You tried to pose the question as nonchalantly as possible, but Sammy’s head shot up to yours excitedly. He had a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I hoped you had something planned for us already.”

You put on your best façade, determined to sell your expression of forged cluelessness. “Why would I have anything planned?”

His mouth immediately turned into a displeased frown, giving you the exact reaction you wanted. You hoped the satisfaction wasn’t evident on your features. You were determined to milk this for as long as you possibly could.

“Because today is…nevermind.” His head turned back to his phone in his left hand. He attempted to continue rubbing your legs that were laid across his lap, but you could sense the apprehension. He looked a little disappointed, even a little sad that you didn’t seem to remember today’s importance.

But you did. It was his day. You could never forget that.

In reality, you already had your entire day planned out. You wanted to help him celebrate his birthday in all of his favorite ways, but you wanted to have a little fun in the meantime. It would be hard, but you were determined to act as if you were oblivious to it all. You were never really one to lie, especially to the man you loved, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Seeing his bratty pout was too much of a reward.

You had done well so far, and the majority of the day had passed. You hadn’t even mentioned his birthday, even after all of the calls and texts he was receiving from friends and family members.

You reached across to grab his hand that was busy caressing your skin. As much as you loved teasing him, he knew just how to make you crumble. You didn’t want to take it too far, but you also didn’t want to give it up that easily. “We can go out if-”

“No, it’s really okay. We can stay in.” His words didn’t match his demeanor, so you persisted.

“Let’s go to the park or something. It’s a pretty day, and it’s almost over.”

He didn’t say anything in response, but the frown he had been sporting was slowly being replaced by a hopeful grin.

You swung your legs off of him and tapped his thigh. “Come on, let’s go get dressed. I’ll drive”

You both spent about an hour walking around the park grounds. You passed the time with small conversation as you walked side by side, hand in hand. Sammy had stopped, multiple times, to pet various dogs as they passed with their owners. His face lit up each time he saw the animals, but even more when they would go out of their way to come up to him. However, nothing topped his expression when he was able to go feed the ducks. You wouldn’t have traded his glowing smile for anything, but you had to keep your composure.

That’s why you went right back to where you started after you were done walking.

“Ready to go home?” You asked as you buckled up. You felt tension fill the space around you again, and you could sense how sullen Sammy was again.

“I-I’m a little hungry. Could we go somewhere to eat?”

Oh, the fun you were having from hearing his beautiful pleading.

“Sure, I guess. We could grab something quick-”

“No! I mean-” he tried to hide his dismay. “Would it be okay if we went somewhere to sit and eat?”

How could you say no to him?

You made a complaint about being tired, but deep down you still wanted to make this day one to remember. So now you sat in a booth at his favorite local restaurant, watching him pick at the food he had been so excited about getting. It was a little more crowded than you anticipated. Almost every booth and table were full, and usually, Sammy would thrive in environments such as these. He would match the hustle and bustle of the families and groups around him and talk your ear off, which you thoroughly enjoyed. Today, he had barely spoken at all. You could tell he was starting to get more sad than you originally planned. You only wanted to tease him, not make him genuinely upset.

The highlight of the trip, however, was one that you had not planned at all. It was another patron’s birthday, and they were celebrating with a song and dessert. As soon as you heard the restaurant employees chime together with the rhythm of their claps, you knew this would just add to his emotional state. The birthday jingle that was being sung brought an enormous smile to your boyfriend’s face, one that was bigger than his reaction to feeding the ducks just moments ago. He eagerly turned to find where the employees were gathered and where they were going, hoping that he would be the recipient of a free birthday desert

When the line of people passed your table and went to the booth behind you, however, that enthusiasm faded quickly. He slumped in his seat and pushed his plate away.

“Are you okay?” You were fighting to keep this silly game of yours up, and you desperately wanted to make things better for him.

He only shrugged and responded with a single word. “Tired.”

And that’s what broke you. You quickly asked for the check, which Sammy paid for in full. You promised yourself you’d remember to pay him back later.

You drove back home in silence, and he rarely even glanced in your direction. When you arrived, he got straight out and went to unlock the door, not waiting for you at all. You briefly wondered if you had taken this too far. You still had plans to make the night better for him, but you feared he wouldn’t be accepting of your resolution at this point.

Once you were both inside your home, he quietly dismissed himself to the restroom, saying he was getting ready for bed a little early tonight. You took this as your cue.

As soon as you saw and heard the door click shut, you hurriedly discarded your clothes in your bedroom. You stripped and sat yourself at the edge of the bed, facing the doorway from which the love of your life would return once he was finished. You sat patiently, imagining all of the things that could transpire from the situation. Would he be mad or upset with you for everything? Or would this make it all better in the end?

He opened the door, and you were immediately filled with desire after seeing his slender form. He had stripped to his boxers, and he was patting his face dry with a hand towel. Once he removed the cloth from his eyes and tossed it away, his mouth dropped.

“Woah.”

After all of the torture that you had put him, and yourself, through today, this was the moment that made it all worth it. Seeing his blushing face and wandering eyes, drinking in every bit of your naked form. You were proud of yourself for staying true to the plan, and you were proud of the reaction you elicited from him.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you said smugly.

He let out a relieved sigh. His shoulders visibly relaxed, but he was slightly hesitant as he stepped toward you. “So you did remember…”

“Of course I did, Sammy.” His cluelessness made you giggle to yourself. You duplicated the grin growing on his beautiful face. You opened your legs, exposing yourself to him as he slotted between them. “I’m sorry for tricking you.”

“You should be sorry. That was fucking evil,” he said with a husky chuckle. He reached out to caress his fingers lightly against your cheek. You melted into his touch, and he let out a pleased hum. “What are we doing tonight, Y/N?”

Both of you always took turns with who had control. You preferred his dominant side, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his pitiful whimpers and soft moans under your touch. You still wanted him to make the choice tonight, though. He deserved it, after all.

“Anything you want.”

With your response, you saw his eyes darken, and his pupils were almost completely blown with lust. His hand continued to trace your features as if you might break, but you could sense that all of his restraint was gone for the night. His boxers were growing tighter by the second, and he was looking down at you like you were his prey. He seemed to switch into character quickly.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” He shifted his hand to rest below your chin and tilt your head even more. The dissonance between the degradation and his gentle touch made you weak. “You think you’re so clever, but guess what?”

You knew he wasn’t looking for a verbal answer, so you kept quiet as he leaned down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. Hot breath traveled across your skin and made you shudder. He lowered his voice to a barely-there whisper to answer his own question.

“You’re not.”

He gave you a sinister look as he pulled away from you, his grin making it obvious that he was pleased with himself. He took the same hand that was lightly holding your chin and shoved your face to the side.

You hoped that was only the start of the manhandling for the night, so you tried your luck.

“Well, you seemed pretty convinced.”

You expected a hand around your neck for the snide comment, or a hand across your cheek even, but instead, he dipped down and trailed his callused fingers up your stomach to the swell of your breasts. The feather-light sensation caused your breath to hitch in your throat. He grazed his digits over your nipple, and you couldn’t hold back the whine leaving your throat. But just as you started to lose yourself in his gentle gestures, you sucked in a breath from the feeling of him pinching the sensitive nubs between his fingers. The sweet pain made you cry out and clutch the comforter under you.

He moaned at the sight of you writhing beneath his touch. “Don’t start talking back now, princess. You didn’t have much to say all day, don’t let that change now.”

Once he released you from his touch, he laced his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. The anticipation of seeing his cock, hard and desperate for your touch, made your mouth water. It took every bit of effort to not reach out and help him undress, but you didn’t want to risk angering him with your touch. He must��ve noticed the connotations of your behavior.

“So ready to suck me off aren’t you, doll? You want to make me feel good?” He snaked his hand into your hair and tugged just slightly. You could only manage a whimper as a response. “Do it. Now.”

Without hesitation, you reached for him and gave him a few strokes, using the beads of precum leaking from him to reduce the friction. You licked a languid stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around the head before completely inserting the member into your mouth. He had been breathing heavily already, but you heard a guttural moan escape from him as soon as you took him all the way in. His hand clutched your hair tighter and you felt him buck into you only slightly, chasing the high that had already started to arrive too early. You heard him curse under his breath.

There were few times you let him, but tonight, you wanted him to have all of the control as he wanted, so you made sure you sucked his length lazily until he got the message. And the message was certainly received.

“You want me to fuck that pretty face of yours, don’t you? Like the good cock slut you are?”

God, he knew what to say every time. You looked up at him with the most innocent doe eyes as you could produce and moaned around his length, not daring to release him from between your lips to answer him.

He strengthened his grip on your hair and forcefully brought you down his shaft. You gagged around him, only making your lover moan and increase his speed. You could feel the tears well in your eyes at the vigorous pace he had set, but it was everything you had wanted. His knees buckled slightly as the drops descended from your eyes. The perfect ‘o’ shape of his mouth indicated that he was close, especially after making eye contact with your crying form.

You took a chance in reaching to hold on to his thighs to steady yourself. He hadn’t given you permission to touch him, but he seemed a little too preoccupied to care at the moment. His pace staggered, and you were preparing for a final thrust when he pulled you off of him completely. You opened your mouth to speak, but he quickly cut you off.

“Open your mouth.”

You were still slightly disoriented. “Wha-”

“Open your goddam mouth.”

You were taken by surprise at the frustration in his voice, but you obeyed. His hand was still firmly gripping your hair, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from his heaving body. It seemed as if he had stopped right before he tipped over the edge.

As soon as you had done as he had asked, or demanded, he lowered himself down to your face. He stopped inches away from you and let an abundant amount of saliva fall from his lips onto your tongue.

“Don’t fucking swallow it,” he instructed.

You nodded in understanding, and you kept your eyes on him for further instruction. This was entirely new to you, and you didn’t want to displease him by reading his body language incorrectly. He chose to not use his words again, instead pushing your face back down to his cock. You grabbed him and slid him past your lips, careful not to waste any of the warm spit he had inserted in your mouth. The added moisture made him glide more freely against your tongue, causing him to resume his unrelenting pace. He picked up right where he had left off.

Your saliva mixed with his and eventually started to seep from the corners of your mouth from the forceful thrusts. You looked absolutely filthy, but it only spurred Sammy on more.

“That’s right. Take it like the good girl you are.”

The vibration from your moaning caused his cock to twitch inside you. He was close, and you were determined to get him there without him stopping again. You clenched his thigh with one hand, but sneaked the other around him. You grabbed onto the swell of his ass, mainly to steady yourself as he pushed deeper in you, but also to help him reach his peak. Despite the dominance he was exuding right now, you knew he would enjoy a little bit more than you had been giving him.

He groaned from the sensation, and with one last nudge in the back of your throat, his pleasure was spilling inside you. He grunted with each slow and deliberate thrust that ensued after his climax had almost completely washed over him. You didn’t take your eyes away from him, choosing to absorb every bit of this moment. He looked incredibly fucked out, which made you swell with pride. His eyes were tightly squeezed, and his chest was glistening with sweat, still heaving from his heavy breathing.

After coming down from his high, he removed himself from your mouth with a sigh, already missing the feeling of being inside you. He released the grip he had on your hair and smoothed it for you, fixing the strands that had been disheveled. He chuckled at the sight of you. Lust-filled eyes, cocky smirk, chin covered with a mixture of spit and cum.

A thumb was swiped to gather the wetness falling from your lips before being placed back in your mouth. You sucked as much of it off the digit as you could and swallowed with another light moan. He looked ethereal. He looked proud of you.

“You were so good for me, doll,” he praised as he pull his finger back out. You couldn’t find words, still incredibly enthralled with the man in front of you, more specifically what he had just done to you. He let out another hum before continuing.

“Get some water, stretch, whatever you have to do. Just be ready for round two.”

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Warnings: Weecest, a little angsty, jealous!Sam, bratty, emotional, and confused baby brother content, feminization, name calling, humiliation, sadist!Dean, spankings, and of course, that sweet, sweet fucked up codependency. 💋

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Sam just wanted Dean's attention. He always had.

And when he didn't get it, Sam felt not only emotionally, but physically injured by his brother's "neglect." Like Dean had taken his switchblade to Sam's heart, cutting it open just a little bit to play with it. As if he was curious to what was inside. Like Dean had no clue know that every vein, artery, and nerve worked in unison for him.

And over the years, that small wound had ripped open wider and wider on it's own, even though it was no secret that Dean's life had always revolved around Sam.

Perhaps it was a product of Sam's jealousy? His resentment towards John and the unshakable devotion Dean showed him?

Sam didn't really know. But no matter the cause, what was once a dull ache in Sam's chest was now a blinding pain. The only hope of soothing it resting solely on his big brother's touch.

And the worst part about it? Dean knew. He knew Sam was desperate for something so simple as a sideways glance or a pat on the back. Sam would poke and prod and tug at the hem of Dean's shirt for just the slightest bit of recognition, like he really didn't know that he was already the very center of his big brother's entire world.

It was infuriating sometimes, and it made Dean want to be cruel just to prove a point. Besides, at the end of the day, Dean was still Sam's big brother. Ignoring him was part of Dean's job description. And maybe, just maybe, Dean got a sick sense of satisfaction out of making Sammy beg like a slut for something that was already his.

"Dean, c'mon! Pay attention!"

John had only been gone for ten minutes before Sam was shaking Dean's leg violently, trying to make his brother look up from the magazine he was reading.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. Can't you leave me alone for five fucking seconds?"

Dean doesn't have to see Sam's face to know the younger boy is pouting; the corner of his lips turning up in a twisted smirk at the thought of his little brother's pretty eyes starting to water.

There's no answer to Dean's question, just a loud huff and the sound of the bathroom door slamming, rusty screws barely keeping it on the hinges.

And if Dean didn't get such a kick out of being an asshole to his needy little brother he might have felt bad for hurting Sam's feelings. But he doesn't, mainly because this was all part of the sick, fucked up game they'd been playing since Sam had turned sixteen. This volatile give and take, back and forth, born out of Sam's misguided pain. The younger boy thinking that Dean loved John more than him and Dean's cutthroat determination to prove his little brother wrong. To show Sam that even if he isn't looking, he's still paying attention. And that he couldn't stop paying attention to Sam even if he tried.

Honestly, Dean still gets a little hot under the collar thinking about the first Sammy pushed his buttons like this. He'd been both mortified and so disgustingly turned on when he found out that his sweet baby brother knew just how to act bratty and coy to get fucked through the mattress. God, Dean was so pissed and guilty about it at the time that he'd almost thrown up afterwards.

Even now, Dean feels kinda queasy. But the feeling is so simple to ignore this go around because he's also rock hard and shaking a little from the anticipation.

Oh, and of course, Sam makes him wait. Almost two fucking hours. Tiny beads of water still dripping from the younger boy's long, dirty blonde hair when Sam finally emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties and a triumphant smile.

"Seriously, Samuel?" Dean asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he tosses his magazine to the side and sits up.

But Sam, being the shameless little tease that he is, just grins wider and does a slow turn. Making sure to show off every sharp curve and flawless inch of sun kissed skin he had before looking over at Dean and giggling.

"Think you can ignore me now, big brother?"

Sam barely gets the words out before Dean is off the bed, marching over to him with purpose, not stopping until the two of them are only a few inches apart and his baby brother's eyes are wide with fear.

"What do you want, Sam?" The older boy asks through gritted teeth, even though the answer is so painfully obvious.

And even though it is, Sam can't say it. He's never been able to because it's Dean's job to know. Without Dean guiding the way, Sam's just a confused kid with a need so intense and overwhelming that it could swallow him whole. And it would, if it wasn't for Dean.

Dean knows what Sam wants, and Sam hates the fact that he doesn't hate his brother for making him feel this way.

But still, he can't talk and he can't explain, so instead Sam just whines. Taking a timid step forward into his brother's personal space, searching for pity with those big innocent doe eyes. And fuck, does that do the trick. Every. Single. Time.

"What, baby?" Dean asks again, this time softer, his expression lightening as he grabs Sam by the wrist to pull him closer.

"Dean."

Sam's knees feel wobbly. His heart threatening to pound out of his chest because there's nothing in the world more intoxicating and simultaneously terrifying than looking into Dean's gorgeous green eyes when they're full of rage and passion.

"You want this?" Dean's voice is rough, like cigarette smoke blown over shattered glass as he guides Sam's trembling hand between his thighs. Pressing his little brother's warm palm hard against his erection before he makes Sam squeeze just a little, the both of them letting out a breathy groan.

"Please Dean," Sam whimpers, knees nearly buckling when Dean leans forward with a filthy grin, cherry red lips ghosting lightly over Sam's. The older boy teasing him like he always did. Pretending like wasn't eventually going to give Sam everything he wanted and more.

"Say it."

Sam's stomach clenches at the command, throat going dry because he hates this part. (Or at least Sam pretends that he does.)

"I want..." Sam groans, eyes closed tight as Dean nuzzles against him, making Sam go crazy with need. "I want your cock. Please Dean."

When Sam hears Dean chuckle, a low, filthy sound that makes his insides feel unbearably hot, Sam almost starts crying again. He's so naive and inexperienced compared to Dean. And Dean knows Sam feels like an idiot when his big brother makes him talk dirty. Which is exactly why he does it. The bastard.

"I know you do, baby boy," Dean laughs as he takes a step back, and Sam swears he feels his heart detach and drop into his stomach. Long, bony fingers instinctively trying to curl around Dean's shirt but to no avail.

"Dean-"

Sam's temper tantrum is cut short when Dean sits down on the foot of the bed and raises a hand, the look on his face calm but dangerous and it makes Sam almost swallow his own tongue.

"C'mere and lay across my lap."

"Why should I?"

Sam's voice doesn't sound like his own when he challenges his brother. It's weak and breathless and honestly, Sam can't believe an apex predator like Dean didn't go for his throat right then and there.

"You've been buckin' for my attention all day, sweetheart. You got a better way to get it?"

God, Sam wishes he did because the last thing he wants is to give in so easily. But what Sam's been dying for is right here in front of him now. Ripped jeans wrapped tight around thick thighs that he'd sell his soul to be bent over and Sam isn't about to turn down an open invitation.

"Gotta hand it to you, little brother," Dean says when Sam's finally stretched out across his lap. Sam's pretty face, flushed and tear stained, hidden in the mattress as Dean starts to soflty rub circles against his ass. "Despite all that fuss, you really are an obdient little bitch."

"Fuc-"

Sam nearly gags on his insult when he feels Dean's palm, rough and warm, connect with his right ass cheek. The blow hard enough to make his whole body jerk, tears of frustration rather than pain starting to blur his vision as he squirms in Dean's lap.

"Dean, please," Sam begs, his tight panties completely soaked through as he rubs himself desperately against Dean's thigh. His cock so hard and swollen that he feels a little dizzy, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance in his mind. Every one of his nerve endings on fire as Dean continues his ruthless assault. Each gentle touch followed by a thunderous smack that Sam swears makes his teeth rattle.

"Hey, don't cry, baby boy," Dean whispers when one of his rough blows finally rips a sob from Sam's throat. "This is what you wanted right? My undivided attention?"

Sam chokes back the urge to tell Dean that he hates him. One, because he doesn't. They both know that. And two, because if Sam doesn't swallow his pride soon and play by Dean's rules, he knows he'll never get want he really wants. That's what all this is about after all. Sam's insatiable need and Dean's absolute willingness to provide.

"C'mon, Sammy. You're a smart kid, you know what your answer should be."

Sam's only response is a loud, wanton groan, his knuckles turning chalk white around the blanket beneath him when he feels the tip of Dean's finger, rough and slick with spit, tease his rim. Pressing just hard enough to make Sam's hips jerk, but not applying quite enough pressure to slip inside him.

"Yes," Sam croaks, daring to push back against his brother's finger only to be rewarded with a smack to his right ass cheek that makes him see stars. "This is what I wanted."

"I know it is, slut."

Dean's finger feels wetter this time, hotter. And Sam's not expecting his brother to push in so deep, his eyes rolling back in pleasure when Dean barely grazes his prostate, clearly torturing Sam for all the shit he'd put him through that day. An eye for an eye was most definitely the Winchester way.

"You want me to finger fuck this tight little pussy until you make a mess all over your cute panties, don't ya baby boy?"

"Yes! Fuck Dean please." Sam isn't even trying to hold back his sobs now, big salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he wiggles around in Dean's lap. Desperate for his big brother to fuck him deeper. But before he can get the leverage he needs, Sam's empty again, mouth hanging open as Dean's next blow makes his whole body rock forward involuntary, neglected cock throbbing painfully against the worn denim of his brother's jeans.

"I'll give you want you want, Sammy," Dean coos, caressing Sam's battered skin with his palm. "I always do. But first, I'm gonna teach you a lesson about acting like a brat."

Of course, Sam's been taught this lesson before and it hasn't seemed to stick. But it doesn't matter, because they both know as long as Sam craves his big brother's attention, Dean will gladly put him in his place give it to him.

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Please, Take It ~Part 2~

(Dawn of the Rose by CuttyRen, Part 1)

(((GLITCH NOTE: TRIGGERS! The use of alcohol. Please read with caution. Enjoy!🌹🖌)))

“Shite!”

Shawn frantically pushed Dark back. Grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the door.

“Stay behind this door and stay quiet,” he hissed quietly.

Dark was taken aback at how commanding he sounded and decided to do as he said. Rolling his eyes and nodding that he would comply.

Taking a rushed deep breath he calmly opened the door slightly. There, not really paying attention but rummaging through a bag he was holding, was Wally. Wally Franks was supposedly the attendant and designer of some ink machine that Mr. Drew was making but most of the time Wally could be found walking around the studio doing his other job… janitorial.

“Wha- what do ya need, Wally?” Shawn was trying his best to keep calm. But standing in the doorway, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he was probably didn’t come across as calm. Thankfully Wally wasn’t really paying attention. That’s probably why he was always losing his keys.

Still rummaging through the bag he grumbled out in his Brooklyn accent,” Sammy’s lookin’ for yous.”

A flood of a different kind of nerves came over Shawn at that moment, “Really?” He squeaked. Clearing his throat a bit, hoping no one caught his voice cracking, “What for?”

“How’s am I suppose to know?” He sounded irritated. Giving up on looking through his bag for whatever reason he began to rant, “I’m supposed to keep some newfangled machine in working order, clean up after yous so called artists, and now yous all want me to play messenger boy?”

Shawn tried to interject and apologize but Wally just kept ranting that he just gave up and let the man continue.

After what was only a few minutes Wally finally paused but Shawn didn’t take it as his chance to say anything. Wally reaches up for his flat cap, takes it off his head and used it to point at Shawn for emphasis as he said, “You’lls all see. One day I won’t be here to kick around. I'm outta here!”

Shawn watched as Wally stormed down the hall. When he was clear out of view he took a step outside his door to see if anyone else was around. His level of the studio seemed to be oddly quiet. Thinking nothing of it he stepped back into his office and closed the door. With his back pressed against the door and his eyes shut he took a deep sigh of relief.

Dark cleared his throat loudly, “Who is this Sammy?”

Shawn’s eyes darted open and he pushed himself off the door almost stumbling not just over his feet but his words, “Music man… director.” The word director came out louder then he would have liked.

He was trying to make his way back to his desk when Dark stepped in front of him, a sly smirk on his face. That took Shawn by surprise and he halted and took a step back.

Wanting to avoid whatever was going through Dark’s head he stammered on trying his best to keep his voice sounding normal and factorial, “Sammy Lawrence is the music department's director.”

Tilting his head to the side with a slightly puzzled but intrigued look on his devilish face, “Why would the director of the music department be looking for you, a toy maker?”

Shawn scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dark hadn’t intended for his words to be insulting. But from the look on Shawn’s face that’s exactly how they were received.

“I was only implying that he’s the head of a different department.”

Shawn rolled his eyes at Dark’s lousy attempt at backtracking. Still standing in his way he saw this as an opportunity to have another dose of ‘medicine’.

Turning on his heels he headed for his bag. As he was about to take a sip he was interrupted as Dark placed a fingertip over the opening.

“A department head is looking for you. Is this really a time for you to be drinking?”

“One, ya are not my boss,” said Shawn while with his free hand took hold of Dark’s finger and removed it. “And two, anytime is a time to be drinkin’.”

He glared at Dark as he took an extra long swig from the bottle. A small hiccup escaped him and diminished any feeling of dominance he was experiencing at the moment. Without looking towards Dark, who was watching him with an exhausted look, he shuffled back to his desk with the bottle still in his hand. Back at his desk he took a few more drinks.

Dark couldn’t stand for this, letting out an over exaggerated sigh he marched over to Shawn’s side and took the bottle from him. In doing so he almost caused the somewhat intoxicated man to fall off his chair.

“That’s mine!” he shouted. “Give it back!” He reached out towards Dark, fumbling a little to regain some of his balance.

“Do you hear yourself?” Dark questioned loudly. “You sound like a child!”

His words fell on deaf ears.

“Give it back!” Shawn shouted as he attempted again to retrieve the bottle.

Dark took a step back towards the door with his arm holding the bottle stretched out trying to keep it out of Shawn’s reach.

“Enough,” he said firmly, his voice laced with frustration. “Stop this behavior this instant.”

How was this the person to have received the painting? Dark was having trouble seeing the virtues that earlier he had begun to discover in Shawn.

The two struggled, both relentless in their own mission. Shawn, in retrieving his property and Dark, in trying to keep the bottle out of his reach.

Dark was beginning to grow tired of this and decided to take further action. He had been keeping the bottle upright to keep it from spilling the liquid that resided inside but he no longer cared to do so. With a quick motion he turned the bottle upside down.

Time seemed to slow down and Shawn watched the amber liquid spill from the bottle onto his office floor.

Stepping away from Dark, he kept his eyes focused on the whiskey that his hard earned money working in this sweatshop animation studio painting smiles on little demons day after day with little to no appreciation paid for.

He could feel the blood rushing to his face, sobering him up. His fists balled at his sides he finally allowed himself to muster up the anger he had been holding in since this man appeared.

“Fuck you!” He didn’t even look up at Dark as he shouted, not caring if anyone on the floor heard him. “That was my whiskey ya just spilled all over the damn floor! Who do ya think ya are, huh?!?”

He was breathing heavily as he shouted. He tried to keep himself together most of the time but even he had a limit. Dark had most certainly crossed it. The toy maker didn’t have much but what he did have he valued and did what he could to make sure he kept it. Then this person comes out of a painting that was delivered in a mysterious way and now his belongings and way of life are being turned upside down.

“Why are ya even here?” Shawn was breaking. He couldn’t take much more of this, “You stand around lookin’ at me in that sultry way that makes me wanna throw myself out a window.” As he said this his mind added that he would also like to throw himself into Dark’s strong arms but now was not the time for that conversation. “Then on the rare occasions that ya do speak to me ya sound like a damn fortune teller!” His voice got louder and higher as he ended his rant.

Dark remained composed. This was the first time Shawn had shown any sort of rage. It took him by surprise.

“May we sit and talk, please?” His voice was calm and level. He didn’t want to upset the man more than he already was. Dark saw the way he was carrying himself, he didn’t want to push him over an edge. He knew where that could lead and he didn’t want Shawn to have the fate he’d seen others have.

Unclenching his fists Shawn reached for the flat cap he was wearing and angrily scrunched it in his hands.

“No! No we can’t because I don’t wanna!”

“Please,” Dark asked again, slowly advancing towards Shawn with palms up in surrender. “Let’s just sit and talk.”

Shawn didn’t want to be anywhere near Dark. As he advanced Shawn backed away, angrily shaking his head ‘no’, until he bumped into his chair.

“Answer my question,” he shouted.

“Not until we are both calm and sitting down.”

“Like hell!”

“Shawn, please…,” Dark was starting to lose his patience. “Don’t make me-,” his words were cut off by Shawn.

“No, I’d rather stand!” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Shawn’s words sounded like a bratty child arguing and refusing to do what they were told.

Dark had had enough.

“I said sit down!” Dark’s powerful voice seemed to echo in the small room.

It startled Shawn into falling to the floor taking the chair down with him. He looked up at Dark with horror in his eyes. His mind began to race. He needed to get out of there.

Dark saw the look that he had caused. He was about to reach out and help the man on the floor but it was too late. Swiftly placing his hat that had managed to stay in his grip, Shawn began to scramble his way to the door on his hands and knees. He was able to be quick and avoided Dark.

Caught off guard by the other man's reaction, Dark was unable to fully form words or attempt to stop Shawn from fleeing. All he seemed able to do was watch Shawn stumble to his feet using the coat rack for leverage, then grabbing the doorknob to leave. But before he did he looked back one last time and the look Dark saw sent emotions, he rarely felt, racing through his body; heartache and regret.

He was about to say something when Shawn finally opened the door, making his way out and slammed it shut behind him. Leaving Dark alone in his office.

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[little-owly]

another idea®: so sometimes little!ja//ck gets reeeaaaalllly bratty, especially when daddy ma//rk has been super busy for a long time. He bugs ma//rk all day long, begging to play and do things and get a snack and so on, and he's largely ignored just because his daddy is busy. So lil ja//ck walks to the middle of ma//rk's office, pulls his diaper down, and unleashes a monstrously full bladder all over the hardwood. Cue his lil butt getting the spanking of its life!! 💕

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS?? I ADORE BRATTY LITTLES AND PEEING IN PLACES UR NOT SUPPOSE TO ALSO UNEDITED AF WHEN I QUEUED THIS PLS FORGIVE ME LITTLE JACK ANON 😭jack crawling around and playing on the kitchen floor as mark passes through. busy talking on the phone about tour dates and venues in other states. he throws sammy up in the air to get mark's attention. "daaaaaaaddy," he whispers, "pwaaaaaaay wif me." "excuse me for a second," mark laughs and pulls the phone away, "jackie, i told you today's a busy day for daddy. i can't play with you right now so please be a good baby and play by yourself, okay? look!!" mark held sammy up to his ear, gasping, "sammy says he wants to play with your blocks!! see, theres something you can do!!"jack pouts as mark returns to his call, "i'm so sorry!! now, what venues are open for the west coast stops? arizona still needs one..."jack crawls off, clad in only his sweater and diaper, sammy in hand. he pulls out his foam blocks and starts to build. he decides on a spaceship, but changes his mind halfway through to a makeshift house for sammy. using yellow and blue blocks as he stacks them high. why was daddy being so boring and dumb? why couldn't daddy goofy and happy, playing with him and watching cartoons? jack pouted more as he continued building. sucking on his paci gently.***it was lunch time, and mark set down a couple of cookies, a bottle of apple juice, and a bowl of mac and cheese. "jackie!! lunch time!!" mark yelled as he grabbed his phone and laptop again. jack toddling into the dining room. his heart dropping as he saw mark walk away."daddy!!""jackie?""'possed ta eat wif me...""jackie, daddy's very busy with work and the tour. can you eat with sammy while i call around again? i promise i'll make it up to you."the soft smile mark gave was enough to make jack accept his circumstances and nod. blinking away tears as mark kisses his forehead. "yell for me when youre all done, jackie!!""daddy maded me sad, sammy," jack sniffles as he shovels a helping of mac and cheese in his mouth, "why he no wike me anymor'?"***it was nearing nap time for jack -- 3:30. he gathered up his blankies and fluffed his pillow before heading into the living room. setting his favorite storybook about space down in daddy's chair and snuggling up. waiting for his daddy. he waited.and waited.and waited.and waited some more. tears rushing to his eyes as he poked his head up to see if mark was anywhere. oh no, not sad tears -- tears of anger. of frustration, of misunderstanding.he whimpered and threw his blankies off of his body. throwing his pillow away too, a full on temper tantrum. how dumb was daddy to forget his naptime story?! how dumb was daddy to forget him?! how dumb was daddy to just leave him all alone WITHOUT a story?!"why daddy a dumb dumb, sammy?! why he stupid and forgetten naptime?!"jack held the plushie to his ear, as if listening to him talk. smiling as he pretended to hear sammy talk up an evil plan. "i can go potty now," he smirked, "dummy daddy gon' pay attention to me and not boring old work wike tours..."with a sneaky movement, jack made his way to the door of mark's office. open a jar as he held sammy. ***"so Phoenix? i guess that can work out if we hurry out of Arizona and make it to Sacramento the next day." mark sighed, god, the tour dates being mixed up and NOW having to fix it? the stress was heavy on his shoulders, including the fact he couldn't spend as much time with his baby boy as he'd like to. hoping to make it up to jack with pizza for dinner when he'd wake up from his nap."hmm? oh no, it's fine. i can call back tomorrow for sure, 8:30 am okay? yeah, no no -- you've been so helpful, thank you!!" he hung up. great. another delay--he looked up as jack walked into his office. teary eyes yet obnoxious smirk. "jackie? i still need one more venue to call-- wait, isn't it naptime, baby boy?"jack said nothing as he pulled down his diaper. bladder aching to be released. mark sat completely stunned at jack's actions until he heard it. the soft hissing and jack's hand aiming towards the hardwood floor of his office. his urine splattering on the floor as he sighed. continuing to make his puddle -- knowing daddy can't ignore him now!!mark sat shocked, phone still in hand as jack just...peed all over the floor. his bladder not giving up for a solid two minutes. the puddle massive as jack sighed one last time and pulled his diaper back up. wincing as it felt uncomfortable to pull up. smirking at daddy mark and cross his arms, "that for being dumb, daddy, and being boring--"jack didn't finish his sentence as his daddy grabbed his wrist and led him to the couch on the other side of the office. jack squirming and crying as he tried to get away. his legs kicking as he knew what would come next."no!! no daddy!! no mean it!! d-daddy the smartest and funnest and m-makes jackie happy--""how DARE you do such a naughty thing on the FLOOR!" mark yelled, "look at that! look at how long its going to take me to clean it up AND get the smell out. i have tour managers and tyler coming over TOMORROW.""d-daddy!!" jack sniffled, "'m sowwy!!""sorry isn't going to cut it, jack." mark sighed, knowing no matter what headspace jack was in -- he'd use his safeword to get out of it. even deep into headspace, he could still utter a 'yellow' or 'red'.so he went on with the punishment. sliding off jack's diaper and exposing his pale bottom. using on arm to pin down jack to his lap and the other to steady him."i'm giving you 25 spankings for going pee pee on the floor, do you understand?"jack nodded -- but mark wanted to hear his consent."use your words.""i understand, daddy.""3...2...1," mark huffed as he got to work. his hand firm as he slapped jack's left bottom cheek. the little crying harder as he did. the punishment getting to his head as he cried, knowing he shouldn't have listened to sammy.the punishment was long. mark's hand going numb as he spanked jack's cheeks and upper thighs. the little whimpering as his bottom glowed an angry red. sniffling as mark brought him into his lap after the 25th spank. ***mark applied oil to help with the stinging pain and rediapered jack. saying not a single word as he did, holding his baby boy in his arms as he settled. still crying. "jackie," mark sighed, "why would you do such a thing to daddy? why would you go pee pee anywhere else but the potty or your diaper?""c-cause you too busy and and and..." another sob, "maded me fweel sad and mad cause i don' think you wike me no more..." guilt washed over mark. had he been ignoring jack that much? had jack just been looking for attention?"jackie?" mark asks, lifting up jack's head gently by his chin so he could wipe his tears. "don't you ever think i dont like you anymore, i love you very much. you mean the world to me, baby boy, and i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you make me feel nothing but joy, happiness, and love."jack nodded and hugged mark, "i'm so sorry i've been so busy with work, jackie. and i'm so sorry i made you feel that way, can you forgive me?"jack paused before sneaking his thumb into his mouth and sucking. nodding gently. "sowwy wented pee pee on floor...no do it anymore."mark giggled, kissing jack and holding him there for a while. nuzzling and kissing his blushing cheeks before setting him down on the bed -- naked save for his new diaper. "how about you let daddy clean up and we'll go downtown to your favorite pizza shop for dinner, hmm? and after we can go watch a movie at the mall."jack nodded excitedly before giggling and leaning up to kiss mark's cheek. happy he and his daddy loved each other so much to forgive so easily."but no soda for you, jackie!!" mark called from the hallway, "your bladder might not hold it and flood your diapers!!"jack giggled and blushed, hiding his face. oh, was his daddy so silly!!