#Sam S Slithers

[chumpysart]

New Oc. A Huge slug named Sam S. Slithers

[nuemanfilms]

STARVED | S.W

Summary You and Sam don’t exactly have a balanced sex life due to your hunting lives, but you can make arrangements.

Warnings oral (female!recieving), praise, pussy drunk!sam, soft dom!sam, deans in the next room, fingering, Sam winchester is a pussy god, hair pulling, let me know if i missed anything

A/N i am back with a 1k word thingy drabble

16+ I am not responsible for the content you consume under this age.

Having sex in the motel room while Dean was asleep in the room next to you wasn’t exactly on you nor Sam’s to-do list, but the man did have needs. It’d been days, maybe even weeks Sam would exaggerate it as.

Your sex life on the road, accompanied by your boyfriend’s brother wasn’t exactly the best. Quickies done in the back of the impala did the job sometimes, but you couldn’t keep doing that. Dean obviously caught on to it soon enough and was pissed just by the idea of you both having sexual intercourse in the back of his vehicle.

This was possibly the only time you could even get a release.

“One time, please? I need you- I need to taste you so bad..” Sam begged, his lips were leaving kisses on your collarbone. While his pleads were muffled against your flesh, you still could make out what he was saying.

“Sam… Dean’s just in the next-“

“I know.” He cut you off, his hand slithering down to cup your sex through your panties that were clearly soaked. He could feel how wet you were for him, “You’re soaked though, baby… you want this too, right?” You squirmed at his touch, “C’mon, Sweetheart… ‘s okay, I’ll deal with him in the morning.” He reassured you, sighing, you relented.

“Just- be gentle, Sam.” You said, although you didn’t really need much convincing. Honestly, if he moved away, you’d be begging for him too. That was the power he had over you.

”Fuck, baby..” Sam groans, he almost instantly drops to his knees. Settling himself between your slightly parted thighs, his hands are tugging your jeans off faster than you can process. He’s prying your legs open just so he can get a clear view of the mess you’ve made for him, he could come in his jeans just from the sight.

You were soaked.

“Do you know how hard it is, honey?” He starts, you help him kick your jeans to pool around your ankles. He let out another groan at the sight of your lace panties, completely ruined just from the filth spilling from his lips. Sam’s lips make his way up to your inner thighs, starting to place gentle kisses on the skin there. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t enough. He was purposely teasing you, trying to rile you up even more. He wanted you a desperate mess by the time he was done, and he was doing a damn job of it.

“Sam—“ you whine, your hand ran through his locks and tugged. Directing him where you needed him most. He moaned at that, his breath fanning over your heat.

“Needa taste my girl’s pussy, yeah? You're gonna let me right, baby?” Sam says softly, you nod in response.

“Words.” He demands, it’s still in a soft tone but firm.

“Yes, god yes- Please, Sam.” That was enough for Sam to take both his hands to give him more access to your cunt. You were dripping with arousal for him, and he was lapping it up like a starved man.

He flattens his tongue against you, relishing in the cries of pleasure that escape from you. You can feel his pride against you, his grin. His hands cupping your ass to pull you forward against his lips. Seeing this large man, this fierce, strong hunter at your feet has you nearly coming undone at the sight. It was making your head more frenzied and fuzzy, your words becoming more incoherent.

Your mouth opens in a silent moan when his middle finger slips inside of you, “God- fuck, Sam!” You nearly scream in ecstasy and he hasn’t even added a second finger. The previous worry of Dean overhearing you both was pushed to the back of your mind. You couldn’t care less who heard you right now.

He adds another finger, he’s working at a steady pace, yet it’s enough to have you chanting his name like a prayer. The way he’d suck your clit in between his lips, it was so fucking filthy— yet it felt so good.

Sam Winchester was a sex god.

Your hands tug at his strands, the heat in your stomach was building, the knot tightening. Sam wasn’t letting up anytime soon. When his eyes met yours, you let out another pathetic whimper. He looked so drunk, yet so beautiful at the same time.

“so good— Sam, it feels too good… please-“ you panted, your breathing was heavy, and Sam didn’t relent. He kept his head buried between your thighs, letting out an occasional hum at your juices hitting his taste buds.

He pulled away for a split second, his fingers still scissoring inside of your cunt.

“Let go, Honey… you can, ‘s okay, I’ve got you.” He mumbled before flicking his tongue out at your swollen pearl again. Your face was an embarrassing shade of pink, but that didn’t matter when the man beneath you was giving you this insane amount of pleasure. Sam was just as loud as you. His sounds were lewd against your core, yet his need was so clear.

Your legs trembled as you came, your hands slipping out of his hair to hold onto the bed sheets in an attempt to steady yourself. His fingers were still curled inside of you, rocking you through your orgasm.

When he pulled away, his face glistened with your arousal. He brought the pads of his fingers to his mouth, god, he looked like a fucking masterpiece. He pressed a final kiss to your bud before trailing his lips up to your own.

“Did so good for me, baby…” He praised, a smile painting his lips. You were out of breath, flushed red like a tomato. Heavy pants still wrecked your body but you managed to press your lips against his. His now fully erect length pressing firmly against you.

“Dean’s gonna kill us,” You managed to add some humor in your tone. Sam chuckled, “Yeah, but i’m not done just yet, Sweetheart.”

[little-diable]

Unspoken nicknames and lost loves – Dean Winchester (smut)

I crave Dean Winchester as if he's a drug. How insane. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader walked out on Dean and his lifestyle years ago, and yet she has never managed to let go of her love for him. Perhaps a nest of vampires in her town is exactly what needed to happen to bring them back together. Honestly, just pwp.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, mentions some heartbreak and talks about leaving, fluff tho

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (3k words)

Darkness wrapped itself around (y/n), it crawled up her tired body like a snake slithering through Eden, knowing that chaos would unfold soon enough. The stone bench she was sitting on did little to shield her body from the cold night, leaving her trembling as she waited for his arrival. And yet she didn’t even know if he would show, if he had listened to the panicked voice message she had left hours ago.

Her eyes wandered over the rows of endless graves, trying to decipher the unfamiliar names to keep herself distracted. A part of her wondered why she was so sure that he’d show, after years of silence on her end – years of his calls she had ignored, of sober and drunk messages she had deleted. And yet a small part knew that he’d always come when she called, keeping the promise he had made years ago.

Dean Winchester had always been her enigma, the one she found herself clinging to for years, tied to him from her teenage years on, all until the day where she had packed her bag to leave the brothers and their lifestyle behind. A day that had flipped her life completely, luring her away from the places she had called her home for years on end, ripping it all out of her hands because her anxious overthinking mind had gotten the best of her.

And yet she didn’t regret running, at least not from the unstable lifestyle she had never managed to adjust to. But no matter how many years had passed since that day, she couldn’t shake her longing for the man she had once wanted to marry, the man she had hurt more than words could express, the man she expected to find her in moments of desperation.

“A cemetery, how fitting.” Dean Winchester’s raspy voice rang in her ears, forcing (y/n)’s glassy eyes towards his frame. He towered over her, letting his green eyes dance over her features while hers did the same, taking in every inch of the handsome face she’d never forget, no matter what may happen to her.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come, but I thought this spot was far away enough for you to at least consider meeting me.” Dean sat down next to her on the bench, letting one arm rest behind her back. It wasn’t the first time she was seeing him again after leaving him, they had run into one another every now and then, and yet it was the first time they were all alone, without Sam or any of her friends near.

“You know I’ll always come whenever you need me, (y/n).” The use of her name cut deeper than she thought it would, instantly missing the nickname he had once used, a familiar sound she craved like a starving woman in need of food. She had to avert her gaze for a moment, no longer able to get lost in the eyes she’d always find, no matter how big a crowd may be, lured towards Dean Winchester like two magnets made to fit.

“So, vampires, huh?” She was glad for the change of topic, all too aware of the doubts that began to grow louder, leaving her to wonder if this had been a mistake.

“You know I don’t want anything to do with this, but I knew I had to call you. I’m sure you picked up on the series of missing people around here, the second I saw them killing that woman, I knew you could help.” Her mouth felt dry, struggling to speak about the things she had sworn she‘d keep away from. But no matter where she was, no matter what she was doing, it seemed as if there was no way out of this mess she had once lived through.

“I will call Sam, we will take care of this.“ Dean‘s hand found her knee, softly squeezing it before he dropped it once again, instantly making her miss the soft touch. (Y/n) couldn’t stop herself from smiling at him, allowing her a handful of seconds to properly look at the man her heart was still aching for.

“You can stay at mine for the few days you two will be around, if you want.“ The offer had rolled off her tongue before (y/n) could even have tried to stop it. For a moment, Dean kept quiet, not speaking up while she silently cursed herself for making this even harder for her. But before (y/n) could try to pull the offer back, Dean let go of a soft hum.

“That would be nice, thank you.” A soft smile was shot her way before he rose to his feet, letting his hands disappear in the pockets of his trousers. Both allowed one another to have one last look, giving the moment an almost melancholic touch before Dean parted his lips once again. “Sam will call you once we’re on the way. Be careful, (y/n).”

And all she could do was watch Dean Winchester leave her side once again, taking another piece of her heart with him.

……

“Thank you for letting us stay, (y/n). I’m sure this isn’t easy for you.” Sam had his hand placed on her shoulder, holding her close while Dean was taking a quick shower. She had missed having Sam around, the one she had kept in touch with over the past years, desperate for updates on the man she still longed for.

“I’m happy to see you, both of you.” She didn’t manage to speak another word, didn’t want to dwell on the feeling of regret and anxiety simmering inside of her. All she could do was turn from Sam, focusing on the bottles of beer she had bought, very well knowing that some things won’t ever change when it comes to the Winchester brothers.

“Shower’s free.” Dean’s raspy voice lured Sam from her side, forcing (y/n)’s eyes to Dean who leaned against the door frame with wet hair and clothes that hugged his frame a tad bit too well. With heat clinging to her, (y/n) tried to busy herself with preparing some snack, anything she could do to keep her eyes from wandering back to Dean.

“It’s a nice place you’ve got here.” He plopped down in one of the chairs, shooting her a grateful smile as she reached a beer out for him to take. (Y/n) was grateful that he hadn’t commented on the pictures she had hung up around her place, old memories of her and the two brothers, of shared friends and long lost loved ones. She was grateful that he didn’t tease her about any of them, well aware of the way she had struggled without them close, even though she had been the one who had decided to run.

“It’s enough for now.” His hum rumbled through him, echoing through the kitchen like a cry she struggled to keep bottled in. “So, no boyfriend or roommate you share this place with?”

“Oh come on, Dean.” (Y/n) scoffed at his words while shaking her head. She knew that he couldn’t be this oblivious, unaware of the heartache she had caused them both and still hadn’t managed to overcome. Even back then, when she had left him, (y/n) had known that no other man would ever come after him, after the one she had loved more than life itself, the brightness to her darkest days, the air she needed to breathe. She was choking without him, dying a slow death she was to blame for.

“What? Don’t tell me you haven’t been with anyone, it’s been years, (y/n).” Dean’s words cut deep, dripping with spite. She couldn’t stop her body from turning towards him, from staring at him with glassy eyes that were filled with unshed tears. She wasn’t stupid, was well aware that Dean had been with many women, spending nights or even weeks with them, at least until another hunt called him and Sam away. And yet she didn’t manage to swallow her jealousy, the biting sensation that left a bitter taste on her tongue.

“I haven’t, and I doubt I ever will.” With her back turned towards him, (y/n) kept her eyes focused on the kitchen island she was leaning against, palms pressed flat against the cold material. She had to blink away her tears, unable to stop a few from rolling down her warm cheeks. The sound of his chair screeching rang in her ears, followed by the sounds of his feet softly meeting the ground, telling her that Dean was moving closer.

“Look at me, (y/n).” His hands found her waist, turning her front back towards him. His green eyes were filled with pain, a sensation so strong, it forced a sob right out of (y/n). Wordlessly he wiped her falling tears away while a soft smile played on the lips she had last kissed years ago. “Talk to me, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“It’s so pathtic, god, fuck.” Her eyes fluttered close, she didn’t endure looking at him any longer, needing a few moments to deeply inhale some new air. Dean kept his hand placed on her cheek, holding onto her while silence wrapped itself around the two ex-lovers who clung to one another as if it was their final moment together.

“I know it’s my fault. I walked away, I couldn’t cope with this life. But I left my heart with you, I knew that I won’t ever get to love another person the same way I love you. And for a while I thought I could live with that, away from you and that unstable life. But now,” a shaky breath left her as her eyes flickered back to his. “Now I am no longer so sure about that.”

Dean pulled her into his chest, letting his chin rest on her head while another sob clawed through (y/n). With every passing moment, it felt as if Dean was tightening his grip on her, scared that she’d run before he found the strength to reply.

“You know, I was angry at you for leaving, probably for years. But the older I get, the more I understand it. It wasn’t fair of us to drag you into this, to force you to move around and live without any perspectives while we were both so young. You deserve better and I’ve accepted that. But I also always knew that you were it for me, no other person will ever manage to make me feel that love we shared.” His words felt like another punch to her gut, forcing her through these memories she had tried to drown with the love she had once felt – unsuccessfully.

“I don’t want to let go of you, Dean. I know I have to, but I don’t know how much longer I can live with this pain.” With his hand finding the back of her neck, he pulled her tear-stained face away from his broad chest. She was high on his scent, the comfortable scent she had craved to smell for years. His thumb rang along her lower lip, feeling the bite marks her teeth had left behind while trying to stop herself from speaking up.

He didn’t have to ask for permission as he dipped his head down to kiss her, to press his lips against hers like he had once done numerous times each day. Instantly, she felt hurled back in time, letting herself fall back into a familiar routine as her arms found their way around his neck and his tongue met hers.

Only as the sound of Sam nearing managed to reach them did they pull away from one another. Breathlessly, they looked at one another for a handful of seconds before she turned back towards the snacks and Dean moved towards the chair he had been sitting on.

“So, how’s life around here, (y/n)? Is it as quiet as you wanted it to be?”

……

“Dean?” She mumbled his name as she woke to the feeling of someone slinging their arms around her frame to pull her against a broad chest. (Y/n) could instantly tell that it was Dean, wrapping her in his comfortable embrace as she shuffled around, needing to look up at him.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you said to me earlier.” His confession filled her bedroom, weighing heavy on both their souls. Slowly, she moved her hand up his shirt, letting it rest on his chest while her fingers traced his exposed collar bones.

“I meant it, every part of it.” The heavy exhale that followed her words interrupted their silence, drawing their eyes back to one another. It felt like a deja-vu, happening just like hours ago where he had finally kissed her again after all these years. Their lips melted together, hearts and souls intertwined while he pulled (y/n) on top of him.

“Do you want this? I need you to be sure, sweetheart.” Her heart skipped a beat at the use of his old nickname for her, leaving her dazed while a soft “Yes” managed to leave her slightly swollen lips. Without letting go of her, Dean flipped them around, hovering over her while he got rid of his shirt. He took his time, teasing her for a few moments before he exposed his upper body to her wandering eyes.

Dean allowed her to trace his marks, to explore the skin she had once been all too familiar with, needing a few seconds to adjust once again. But he grew impatient all too quickly, letting his hands disappear beneath her shirt to pull it from her frame. Within seconds his mouth found her chest, kissing their way to her naked breasts.

(Y/n)’s quiet moans were like fuel to the fire, begging him to suck on her hardening nubs while she bucked her hips, feeling his hardening cock press against her covered heat. Nothing could happen now to pull them away from one another, to stop them from what was about to unfold, they were too far gone, set on moulding a perfect mess they never wanted to get rid of again.

“It’s been too long, I need you, need to feel you inside of me, Dean.” She was proud of herself for even finding her words while he kept rubbing himself against her, leaving her bundle of nerves pulsing. His eyes flickered up to hers, filled with a teasing anticipation that shook right through her like lightning striking her body. All while she laid still, with her hands resting next to her as if she was scared to touch him, to mess something up.

“You’re still such a needy girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” With her breath hitched in her chest it felt as if she was drowning, drowning in everything Dean Winchester emanated. He rose back to a sitting position, chasing the distance between them to pull her panties down her legs before he stepped out of his boxers. (Y/n)’s greedy eyes wandered up and down his naked body, thanking whoever was listening for giving her a second chance.

“I want you bare, let me feel you.” She trusted him, knew that Dean would never risk harming her in any way, and yet she didn’t dare look at him while speaking the words that drew a gritty moan from Dean. He found his way back to her, hovering over (y/n) while he dipped his head down to kiss her. The kiss seemed to wake her from her state, letting her hands find their way up his neck to his hair, tugging on the soft roots to wordlessly beg him for more.

Dean brushed the tip of his cock through her slit, spreading her arousal on her skin before he finally sank into her. A loud moan left the both of them in unison, a sound he tried to swallow with another kiss pressed to her parted lips. He gave them a few seconds before he started to fuck her with slow thrusts, enjoying every second of their all too intimate reunion.

It felt like a dream, a surreal experience she was only dreaming about but would never experience in real life. Having Dean oh so close, being buried beneath him while he fucked her with calculated thrusts that made black dots appear in her vision – a dreamy state she never wanted to escape from.

“Look at me, pretty girl. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.” Dean’s teasing words dripped with confidence, leaving her buzzing in heat as her eyes snapped towards his. They held eye contact while his thrusts grew faster, knowing that they couldn’t drag this out even if they wanted to. Too many years had passed, years they had been forced to spend without the other near, years they were now trying to make up for.

“I love you, Dean.” She wouldn’t have managed to stop the words from leaving her even if she had tried to. Words that left him chuckling in delight before he repeated them, making her heart flutter in her chest. A blissful state that only grew more prominent as she sneaked her hand between her bodies to rub her pulsing bundle.

“I want you to cum with me, don’t let go yet, sweetheart.” (Y/n) could only let go of a choked sound while she clawed her fingernails into his shoulders, trying to stop herself from letting go. They kept looking at one another until Dean finally nodded his head, allowing her to let go as his ferocious thrusts pushed them over the edge.

Both moaned in unison as they came together, breathless sounds they couldn’t care about. The blinding sensation felt as if they were burning alive, robbing them of their breath while they were certain that it had never felt this good before.

“I’m sorry for leaving, Dean.” (Y/n) mumbled the words into the darkness of her room. She clung to him as he slowly pulled out of her, only to plop down on the mattress right next to (y/n).

“I’m sorry for just letting you go. I will never be this blind again, sweetheart.”

[wandagcre]

fall apart | sam carpenter 🔞

(Normal college gfs! Sam Carpenter x Fem reader)

Living with Sam is thrilling. You wore her favorite boxers and accidentally ended up teasing her. Of course, she gets her way with you.

WARNING: dom!sam, sub!reader, thigh riding, praise, degradation, daddy kink (sam), subdrop (reader), mild corruption kink, possessive sam, aftercare +18 / men & minors dni.

Words: 2.7k | [ AO3 ]

This morning had been different, there was something in the fresh air – it's promising as you woke up on Sam’s strong arms, you were snug, and she’s already pressing kisses on your face – progressing from gentle to sloppy ones just to tease you until your eyes were fully opened. Sam loved mornings like this. More so that you have a couple minutes to spare before both of you prepare for classes. She felt giddy enough to insist on being in charge of making breakfast today. 

You sit up on your bed as soon as Sam dips out of it. Unbeknownst to you, Sam can't help but sigh and stare at you lovingly. From her view, you’ve got bed hair, a little cranky expression, and wearing her old sweater - every detail is so endearing to Sam’s sight.

"What’s up with you? Am I missing an important date?" You question, voice raspy and head tilted in confusion.

Sam has a winning smile and she laughs at you. She sees your face obviously racking your head over the milestones you have with her in a span of less than a year.

"Can’t a girl be this cheesy without a reason?" Sam retorts with a hand on her hip.

"I suppose you can be," she has proven to be unpredictable for a lot of moments already. You frown at her. "You didn't eat my leftovers in the fridge, didn't you?"

"Excuse me, I do have some self-control!”

"That’s very debatable. I’m begging you to not burn the kitchen, baby."

"You had me at begging." Sam had a glint in her eye and she stuck her tongue out playfully. She chuckled when you returned it just as childish. “Are we having breakfast in bed or at the counter?" She asks.

Sam was confused by the delay in your answer, she turned around only to see you with a spreading crimson on your cheeks. She clicked her tongue at you once she understood.

Of course, you only heard “breakfast” and “counter” and then saw Sam. 

It isn’t hard to recall your activities in those areas, especially if it was only made last night.

"Perv. I'm trying to be sweet and here you are... thinking of dirty this early? Come on. Have some decorum.”

Why did you have to say that? Now you’re temporarily revoked of goodies. “Ugh. Shut up, you’re one to talk.”

The crankiness starts to appear on the surface with you rolling your eyes. Sam ended up giggling a little because God, she adores you so much and everything you do.

“Maybe you’re the one with no self-control. Don’t give me that attitude, baby.” Sam gives you a pointed look and you yield immediately, nodding your head.

“I know. Sorry. Can I… get a proper kiss?” you sheepishly say.

Sam approaches you. She tucks her loose hair behind her ear and slithers her arms around your waist. She simply held you close, not kissing you just yet.

“Mm, dunno baby, aren’t you missing something?” she moves her face closer to yours.

“Please?” 

Sam finally leans in and brushes her soft lips against yours. It was slow and gentle, different from how intense she can be sometimes. Nevertheless, you loved her just the same.

You ended up eating her special pancakes and even if you giggled at the slightly burnt edges, Sam still showered you with kisses. Both of you proceed to have a PG-13 shower and you thoroughly enjoy it. Sam continued to take care of you and you loved the sight of her bending her knees so you can reach her hair better to wash it. So far, your morning is normal. 

Until you were changing with Sam who was going through her wardrobe. You look at her amused when you see her going through every single of clothes, and her movements between confused and frantic – like she was looking for a specific thing.

“Baby! Have you seen my– oh.”

She saw you in front of the mirror, nothing with your ordinary bra and the boxers that Sam cherishes oh so much. It’s her favourite. There’s nothing special about the details, simply in the color of blue, but it's one of her most comfortable undergarments that she owned for ages. She remembers having told you in passing that she'd like to see you in these inner clothes some time, just because.

So, yes, she's more than ecstatic to be graced with this view, paired with her girlfriend's body still drying up from your shower together earlier.

“Hm?” you hum non-committedly, putting on your shirt.

You appeared so casual while Sam was losing her mind and as though you weren’t responsible for igniting the fire in her loins. She ended up coughing to cover her flustered state.

Sam shook her head, “Nothing. You look good, boxer thief.”

“Thanks!” You grin innocently at her words. You twirl around, looking and feeling the material. “It is really comfy, just like you said.”

“That’s why it’s my favorite.” Sam says, her voice going an octave lower. You still did not notice, even with her blatant staring and you only naturally nod in agreement. 

She shook her head, bearing her thoughts and decided to wear a sweatshirt, pulling it above her head and then some shorts. It was fairly breezy and Sam was easily sensitive to the cold.

It’s safe to say that you were testing her self-control now. 

More so when Sam laid to the couch, opening her notes. She was about to recompose herself, calming her breathing pattern, and begin to study in peace. Maybe she’ll watch a show with you. However, she can’t help but continue ogling at your figure. She let her eyes follow each of your moves, watching you flit with ease at the kitchen, doing the dishes from earlier. Sam had long forgotten the notes in her lap as you presented her an insanely inviting appearance of your ass.

You just had to drop low, emphasizing the curves of your ass, and she saw the way your shirt rode up as you reached the cupboard. From the distance, you hear Sam exhale sharply and this makes you turn around as you dry your wet hands.

“You okay babe?” you look at your girlfriend with concern and Sam merely hummed in response.

She ran her fingers through her dark tresses before speaking. “Babe, what’re your plans for today?” 

A part of you worried that Sam probably wanted a distraction because she knows your schedule by heart. But it could’ve been nothing too, simply wanting you to reiterate your agenda and then squeeze some time with you.

“Um, I want to watch something with you before I read later. Continue that horror movie we’ve been binge-watching, maybe?” 

Sam bounces her legs rapidly, seemingly…impatient? A deep sigh comes out of her mouth.

“Come here – sit on my lap.” She tapped on her thigh, voice stern, leaving no further questions to be asked.

Shiver ran on your spine yet you do as told, straddling one of Sam’s thighs. You hold onto the top of the couch. It felt odd – the uneven pressure felt heavy on your part and it easily pressed against your cunt. It doesn’t help that Sam’s a gym rat – meaning her muscles were defined and stern and you feel most of it even with the fabric of her boxers. 

“Wanna know my plans for today?” You see your girlfriend give you a wolfish grin as she feels you pulse. 

“Yes,” you shortly answer. 

You expressed in passing on earlier times of your relationship that you worry you might be too heavy for Sam, when she first made you sit on her lap. It was in a wholesome context then, yet even now as turned on as you were, you still cannot help but think about how you might inconvenience her.

Sam senses your troubles. She trailed her hands to hike up underneath your shirt and holding you from your lower back, then to your hips – squeezing them. Your breath hitched at her ministrations.

“I plan on doing just you, princess.” She husked out, looking at you deliberately. “This is how I want things to go: I’m gonna need you to ride my thighs and cum while wearing my boxers. You look so good in it baby. I’m losing my mind here and you’re completely unaware of it.”

“O-okay,” you respond, dumbly agreeing with ease.

“But first, I’m going to strip you out of that shirt.”

Your girlfriend tugged at the hem of the material and was painfully slow with her pace. As the shirt revealed more of your skin, her eyes suit followed, you feel as if being eaten at the intensity of her gaze alone. You sharply inhale when you feel Sam’s touch moving to your ribs then up to your breasts, palming and squeezing them. 

She smiled at your reactions – loved how easy it was to pull it out of you. 

You feel Sam much closer as she wraps her arm around you, reaching for the clasp of your bra to remove it next, and her mouth pressing wet kisses all over your shoulder.

“Beautiful.” she whispered before sucking on the skin of your neck. You moan, already feeling the angry red and purple patches she’ll leave there. “I love how your tits bounce. Not gonna spare the chance of not seeing them as you ride me while wearing my favorite boxers, baby.”

You were so lost in anticipation that you grew quiet, and so ready for her to take. Sam was more than happy to see this. She slaps your thigh out of nowhere, startling you. 

“Do it.”

Nodding, you prepare and have your hands depend on the couch to support the rest of your weight. You were less conscious but blood still rushed on your cheeks, feeling embarrassed by your position. It was your first time doing something inappropriate like this and to see Sam looking at you intensely while not exerting any other effort, made you feel so heated.

You wet your lips and sucked your breath. You finally move your hips, rolling them, albeit tentatively – testing out the waters. 

You hear Sam grunting along with your attempt at grinding on her thigh.

“Ah, sorry Sammy, I- I’ve never done… this…” you breathe out, almost finding the rhythm. You feel the cotton material of the shorts being sucked in by your cunt, folding, and the friction felt so new to you.

With your words, Sam growled possessively, her hold by your lower back and hips tightened. 

“I sure hope not. This,” Sam husks, hands more harsh this time as she firmly placed both on your hips, guiding your rolling. “is for me only. Mine alone.”

You sighed in content, nodding stupidly at Sam’s words. The breeze on your dorm did not help as it added to the pebbling of your nipples besides being so turned on.

“Yes, yes!” 

Desperately, you roll your hips more, eyes screwed shut. The fabric was melting deliciously to your liking and the wetness gushed out of you. 

Sam had her full attention to you, cherishing the view unravelling in front of her. Even with eyes closed, you can feel how she’s burning a hole with her siren eyes, staring at you. The thought made you wet as you humped her, now soaking beyond the cotton material and Sam felt it seep on the exposed part of her thighs.

“Are you sure that you didn’t plan this? To whore yourself out to me?” Sam pries, grabbing a handful of your ass and lifting it in a different angle for you to grind better. 

“No- I didn’t, just want- to be comfy,” you stutter on your words and Sam only darkly chuckled at this.

She clenched the firm muscles on her thigh. “Of course, my little innocent angel could never think that way. Look at you, right now.”

You mewl at Sam’s words, your grip only worsened as much as Sam did on your skin, feeling her fingernails deepening too. You feel your folds secreting more slick and you’re absorbed with the odd friction as you hump faster, it’s like a drug you can’t get enough of, as the rubbing is hitting your sweet spots.

Sam bit your shoulder. The sting of her teeth was raw and fresh, making you let out a throaty moan.

She plays with your pebbled nipple, tugging them with force. You groan at the simultaneous feeling while riding her and Sam had to capture your mouth agape, kissing you to oblivion.

You were glistening, moaning, so fucking desperate and it's so beautiful.

"You’re so pretty this way. Head full of nothing, just relying on me alone.”

Your hips become somewhat aimless, completely reckless with your grinding. You just wanted to cum right now.

"Babe. 'm not gonna last- if you- you keep on..."

“Keep on what? You’re the one humping so desperately at my thighs like a bitch in heat. Are you enjoying this?”

When you gave no answer and continued riding Sam’s clenched thighs, arched back, she squeezed your cheeks together.

“Answer me.” she demands with a deep voice. 

“Yes I- I love this,” you struggle to answer.

“Yes what?”

The coil on your lower stomach increased tenfold. You knew what Sam was referring to. Your clit throbbed harder. You bit your lower lip, riding her on a faster pace this time.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Sam grinned at your answer. 

“Good girl. I thought you fucked yourself too dumb already.”

It made your pussy pulse stronger and contracted rapidly and crazy against the fabric and Sam’s thighs. She sees how ruined her boxers were now, thoroughly dark and wet, marked with the damp that was caused by your arousal. The slick had spread to your inner thighs and all over Sam.  

The fact that you looked like this, made Sam so proud of herself. She has rightfully claimed you, in ways that only she could do so. She successfully had her do it in her way, too. The touch of possessiveness in the action that made Sam feel giddy on the inside. 

“God- oh my god, Daddy, I think I- I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you moaned, gasping for air, having no shame now in how loud you could’ve been.

Your thrusts were rapid and stronger, tits wildly bouncing as you rode Sam.

She moans, white hot breath tickling against your bare skin. You felt her rubbing your lower back to comfort you.

“Let go baby. I got you – cum for Daddy.”

You felt the stimulation becoming unbearable yet so good for you. The friction did its thing as you continued to ride Sam’s continuous clenching, as your cunt did and dripped. You feel your orgasm washing over you in relief, coming out of your soaked cunt. It was like a puddle of your mess, but you can’t bring yourself to worry about it right now. You tremble at the new sensation right after you fell apart on Sam, a few tears escaping your eyes.

Sam had you in her grasp, holding you dearly.

“I got you. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Her arm slithered to keep holding you firm to her grasp, while the other hand was tracing patterns and rubbing you in comfort. Sam’s chin was tucked on the crook of your neck. It was enough to ease you.

Finally, you move slowly to look at your girlfriend and meet her mesmerising eyes – partly heavy lidded – but what strikes you is the way her eyes crinkled by the corners. You can't help but return it warmly. 

“You did so good for me, princess.” Sam whispered as she stared at you. Her hands cupped your face and had her thumb running to the apple of your cheeks to soothe you.

You resume to your position earlier, moving closer to Sam’s embrace, letting out a gasp as your sensitive core accidentally grinded again as you moved. Sam hushed you, murmuring careful - it’s alright. You wanted to be gently rocked in a hugging position for a few minutes to which your girlfriend sighs contentedly in.

“I hope you do know that I won’t be able to get back on studying for today.” you quip at Sam and you feel her laugh vibrate against you.

“Not my fault you had to look so scrumptious in my boxers, baby.”

 

You shake your head when you feel her exhale heavily again, with her strong hands wandering back to your ass. She gives it another squeeze, although it wasn’t as harsh as she previously did.

“You are such a bad influence to me.”

“You love me. Whatever.”

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[blainesebastian]

you and me

word count: 4,297 pairing: robby keene x tory nichols rating: R (for triggers such as death of a parent) summary: 6x05 fix it fic. i'm sorry but i find it so hard to believe that robby does not go after tory to check on her when everyone learns about her mother. writers please, what are we doing??? notes: spoilers, obviously, for season 6. some dialogue taken directly from the show *u*

At this point in his life, Robby has gotten a pretty good sense of feeling when the other shoe is gonna drop. He’s used to disappointment, defeat, wears it like a second skin, so familiar to the sensations that he molds it to his skin, wields it like a mask so that when those feelings hit, he can convince everyone that he knows how to deal with it. He’s had plenty of practice.

His mom, his dad, Mr. LaRusso, Sam, Kenny.

While learning and mastering karate has been all about balance for him, about not feeding kindling to emotions like anger, it’s also been about acceptance. About factors, emotions and people he can’t control. Acceptance for himself, so that things in his life don’t live in those eras of disappointment and defeat.

He tries his best not to allow old patterns to drown him.

The other shoe might drop, but that doesn’t mean he has to be defined by it.

--

Robby knows better than anyone that just because you leave Cobra Kai doesn’t always mean it leaves you. There’s this wild look in the depths of his eyes sometimes that he recognizes when he looks in the mirror. Sometimes he convinces himself it’s a trick of the light, gone before he even pins it down.

There’s only a handful of people he thinks will understand that, just the nature of the beast. When you become a monster, it stays with you, lives inside of you, sometimes not as dormant as you want it to be. Just because he’s back at Miyagi-do doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t hear a snake hissing in his ear, a death rattle under his skin.

Sometimes he itches to strike first.

Nowhere does he see that same instinct like he does in Tory’s eyes.

He recognizes it like the back of his hand, it bubbles to the surface sometimes right before she throws a punch, right before she starts an argument (or finishes one).

It’s dangerous and vicious and above all, Robby knows, seductive.

There is nothing quite like the power that slithers through your veins when you embrace Cobra Kai’s model. When you live and breathe the motto. They may have taken the head off the snake, but if he’s learned anything? Cobra Kai is a living and breathing entity—through him. Tory. His dad. Hawk. Kenny. The people’s lives its touched and ruined. No matter how hard it’s buried, sometimes it comes back.

He can feel it grip the bottom of his ribcage when he thinks about second place. When he thinks about losing to Miguel to be team captain.

It’s why he’s working so hard on that acceptance part. That if he does lose, no matter how badly he wants it, he’ll swallow down the urge to do something reckless.

Which is part of the reason he almost amends to Tory what he said earlier—that even though it would be nice to be on that podium together? In front of everyone in the world to see? It doesn’t really matter to him…as long as they’re together.

Let's make a deal, no matter what, we stick together—just you and me.

Robby may not know how to wade through much as he figures out where he fits all over again, but he knows something inside of him recognizes something inside Tory. They see one another, have always seen one another, and he sometimes wonders if that’s the only thing in his life that’s real.

--

He hasn’t been able to get ahold of Tory for almost a full day and it’s at the end of school, while waiting in a park to train with her, that he really starts to worry. Calls, texts, doesn’t matter—they all go unanswered. He knows sometimes that she has her own way of doing things, of preparing, of getting in her head in order to get shit done…but with what she told him about Kreese showing up out of nowhere?

He's worried something has happened to her. He really wouldn’t put it past their old sensei to play dirty, to do something drastic. Has she been taken? Is she hurt? His blood starts to boil under his skin and echo in heartbeats in his ears as he thinks about that night they took Cobra Kai down, at seeing her hand all mangled from an ‘accident while training’.

And while he knows Kreese wasn’t directly involved with that, it’s all the same bullshit. No mercy.

He lets out a breath as her phone goes to voicemail, again.

“Hey, it’s me,” He lets out a long breath through his nose, “I dunno what’s goin’ on, but you’re worrying me.” Robby runs a hand through his hair, “I dunno whether it’s Kreese or something else but…you’re not alone. You and me, remember? Just let me know you’re okay.”

He waits like she might actually answer him before he hangs up, squeezing the phone a bit too tonight.

Robby tells himself that it’s fine, that he doesn’t have to wind himself up for no reason. She’s probably just doing her own thing, training, that she’ll call later with an apology and a request to meet up for midnight milkshakes—something that’s become quite a thing for them.

That he’ll see her tomorrow for the captain competition with a smirk on her full lips and a kiss good luck.

--

Except she doesn’t show up.

And he’s currently getting his ass handed to him because he’s distracted, glancing at the crowd like he might see her.

Robby never knew how much strength he drew from her, how much he depended on seeing her on his side, how much he ached for her nods of encouragement and cheers of excitement. He knows that the four of them are all on the same page again, all working towards the same goal, that there’s no bad blood or ill wishing.

But he’s also not blind to the fact that Sam is very much in Miguel’s corner, just as much as Robby is in Tory’s and vice versa.

He wants to be angry at her for not being here, for ignoring him, and the black shadow of a snake inside of him wants to use that anger behind his punches and barrel into Miguel with brute force and wild, wide strokes.

But deep down, he knows how much of that will be a mistake. Regardless that he’s fucking losing.

The other shoe drops that…it’s not actually anger anyways, but deep-seeded concern—that there’s a reason she’s not here. That something happened. That something is very, very wrong. And that entire emotion wells up inside his chest like the crashing wave of an ocean. It’s all he can think about, his body shaking as he pulls himself up from the mat.

Diaz, 2 points.

Robby drags his hands through his hair and glances towards the crowd, his gaze drawn to movement in the back of the dojo. Tory’s here. He draws in a sharp breath, lungs expanding, probably foolish to admit that it feels like he can actually breathe now. She’s here, she’s okay—and the thoughts of second place are brushed away with a breeze through the backyard and replaced with a singular phrase—

You and me.

The calm he feels is so stark to the panic before that he nearly smiles when Miguel throws his next kick and he blocks it effortlessly. The dance of their fighting moves is like liquid heat, something that kisses his bones and sings in his blood. The score is evened up, it’s anyone’s win.

And by anyone, he means it’s his.

Robby knows almost instantly, before he even squares off with Miguel, that he’s going to win. One look at Tory, one nod from her, and his heart slams into his ribcage.

He’s going to win, there’s no other option.

And he does.

Point. Winner.

He’s almost in a daze for a moment afterwards, he fucking won—the smile pulling his lips almost cracking his face in two.

When Robby makes it down to Tory, he can’t stop himself from reaching for her hand, their fingers interlacing as if it’s always been that way.

“Sorry I was late.” She says and Robby takes one look at her face, her eyes, before it stops him dead in his tracks.

“You came just in time,” He replies but the words aren’t registering, because he was right. Something is wrong.

It’s in the way she’s holding herself, her shoulders slipping forward, it’s in the wildness of her hair and the trembling of her fingers, it’s in the gaze that won’t look at him, eyes wide and glassy.

He knows what he’d see if her eyes met his. It’s the same look he’s seen in his own eyes in the mirror.

“Hey,” Robby says gently, moving to clasp her chin between his fingers, to force her to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

But Tory jerks back from his touch as if she’s been burned, as if she’s finally registered what he’s said. His hand drops but it doesn’t stop him from reaching for her, that same gnawing pit in his stomach beginning all over again at that look in her eyes.

“Tory,” Robby tries but she’s pulling away from him the moment his dad says LaRusso, Nichols to get up on the mat.

His mouth hangs open with unsaid words, his fingers itching to pull her down, away, to talk to him even though she’d throw fists at him the entire way.

Something catches in his chest as the fight begins and it only adds to the aching pit in his stomach that something is very wrong. Robby has watched Tory fight and train countless times, she keeps her body tight and her movements fluid, powerful punches and debilitating kicks.

But there’s too much emotion behind her draws, her footwork is messy, her arms are too wide and wild.

Her eyes are completely feral.

“Dad,” He calls out, tries to get his attention, to get them to stop, but it’s spiraling too fast, Tory advancing on Sam with her fist raised—

Until Mr. LaRusso catches her hand.

Robby lets out a haggard breath, his eyes fluttering to his sensei that he didn’t even see move up onto the mat because he couldn’t take his gaze off his girlfriend.

“The fight’s over.” He says, dropping Tory’s hand and Robby feels himself take an instinctive step towards the mat, the reckless look in her eyes nearly taking over her entire body.

“That’s not fair! That could have been a point.”

He’s not sure whether Mr. LaRusso heard him trying to call out to his dad to intervene or whether something is actually going on—there’s this expression on his sensei’s face, the same one mirrored on his wife, who’s gripping her phone so tight that her knuckles are turning white.

Robby opens his mouth to say something, to ask questions, to try and get Tory’s attention—when his girlfriend suddenly explodes when the arguing continues about her getting a fair fight.

“Because my mother died!”

He stares at her, the dojo slipping into an eerie silence, and he can feel the color draining from his face as all the pieces he was sifting through slip into place.

Holy fuck. Has she been dealing with this this entire time? Why didn’t she call him? Why didn’t she pick up his calls? Robby’s heart clenches in his chest as Tory tries to argue for her chance at this fight, the one she wants to have right the hell now, that she’s not backing down from.

The anguish is so potent he nearly chokes on it, taking a step towards her as she begins to spiral, as she realizes that she will not get what she wants here. He pushes himself up onto the mat, his hands up and in front of him, wanting to touch her but not wanting to spook her any further.

He realizes now how much she feels like a wounded animal, capable of striking out, striking first, baring her teeth. “My mom, she would have wanted this. If I don’t fight—I have to do this, I have to do this for her.”

“Tory, let’s just take a second and breathe—”

“No, Robby, no.” She chokes out.

Tory pushes everyone away, pushes him away and he can see the moment Kreese’s ugly words rear their head, spilling out of her mouth, tossing them into Mrs. LaRusso’s face about her beating her daughter, about how she’d never be first choice when it really mattered.

Second place, second place, second, second—

Robby swallows over a lump in his throat, his hands reaching for her even though she pulls away from his grasp, “Don’t touch me,” She snaps, “You want this fight to be over? Fine! It’s over.” She jumps off the mat, making a b-line for the parking lot.

“Tory, where are you going—” He calls out, her voice edging on the end of his sentence, screaming finality—I’m done.

Robby tails after her so fast that he nearly knocks Hawk over as he spills through the other members of Miyagi-do, not caring about who gets stuck in the crossfire.

“Tory!” He yells, hoping to catch up with her, praying she didn’t manage to somehow leave within those milliseconds she got away from him. He’s also praying that no one is following him, he needs to talk with her alone.

“Tory—” Robby just gets her name out of his mouth as he turns the corner before her fist is flying at his head. He ducks, barely, shifting to the right to avoid another toss of her wrist that he knows is coming.

“Leave me alone,” She spits at him, eyes like liquid fire, tears brimming the edges of her long lashes. “Go back in there, Robby.”

“No,” He says automatically, his voice calm despite the hammering in his chest. He takes a fighting stance, bringing his arms up. “Not without you.”

Robby doesn’t want to fight her but he has a feeling she’s not going to talk to him either. The last thing he’s about to let her do is leave, not how she is right now, not like this. He knows she’s not the first person to open up to someone else, no matter how close they are, but he’s not going to let her go through this alone. He doesn’t care if he has to force his way into her space, to somehow convince her that he’s not going anywhere.

She snaps another punch but it’s sloppy, he gently deflects by pushing her arm in the other direction. “You think I need you?” Tory bites, angry, so angry he feels like he can see steam coming from her ears.

But he takes none of it personally, he knows he’s not the one she’s really mad at. She can throw whatever she wants at him, he can take it.

“You want to fight someone? Fine—fight me. I know you pretend you don’t need anyone,” He tells her, blocking another hit. He’s not going to throw his own punches, just deflect hers. He dances with her in this circle, keeping his body loose, his hands low so he doesn’t do something reactive.

That seems to piss her right off, she throws a kick this time and it lands to his chest. He loses his balance for a moment, backing up into one of the old-fashioned cars Mr. LaRusso keeps outside the dojo, nearly stumbling to avoid another hit that she goes for. He ducks, reflexes fast, and her fist connects with the car window. It doesn’t break, but he hears a crack in the glass, the blood coming away on her knuckles.

She doesn’t even register the pain.

“I know because I’ve been there. I used to do the same thing. But it’s okay to need someone Tory. I’m not going anywhere.” Robby backs up, trying to give her space to move, but she’s coming at him quick—too quick, too feral, looking to hurt as she’s hurting.

He’s distracted for one moment, someone else coming out from the dojo—maybe Sam? Saying his name. Tory cracks her fist along the bottom half of his face, snapping his head to the side. He can feel the moment his teeth split open his lower lip.

And then something happens.

Robby isn’t sure what it is—whether it’s the step he stumbled back from her or the blood he wipes from his lip, but something breaks the spell holding onto Tory. She stares at him, at the cut on his lower lip, with wide, wet eyes, her fingers uncoiling from fists and dropping to her sides.

“I’m sorry,” She says in a whoosh of air, her breathing too fast.

Robby stands up straight, his arms falling as he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He barely gets the words out because Tory is also shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, a ghostly look on her face as if she’s realized what she’s done, who she’s hurt. “I’m sorry,” She repeats, over and over, her words beginning to hiccup as she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to turn away from him.

“Hey, hey,” Robby’s voice is calm as he reaches for her, not accepting the space she’s trying to put between them. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest until she relents. He feels the moment she does, a sob slipping from her lips and practically vibrating his entire body.

He closes his eyes, burying his face in her hair, drawing one hand up to rest on the back of her head as the other smooths wide circles along her spine. When her knees give out, he gently brings them to the ground, keeping her close, pressing a long kiss to her temple as she cries.

She’s been holding this in for a while and he doesn’t try to talk, there’s nothing he can say—he just wants her to feel whatever she needs to. Tory keeps her face hidden in his shoulder, her hands gathering up the fabric of his Gi between her fingers, anchoring herself to him.

Robby glances over his shoulder, glad that the voice of the person that called out to him from the dojo is no longer there. The last thing he wants is for there to be an audience.

He draws in a short breath, threading his fingers through her hair until she pulls back to look up at him. Robby gives her the faintest smile, cupping her cheek, thumbing away a tear track.

“I’m gonna take you home.” He says softly, relieved when she doesn’t put up a fight.

Tory sniffles and nods, seeming utterly exhausted now that the adrenaline has disappeared. Her forehead droops to his shoulder and he squeezes his arms a bit tighter around her.

He meant what he said—he’s not going anywhere.

--

The apartment is unnervingly quiet when they get there. Robby’s changed out of his Gi back at the dojo and he tries to convince Tory to take a shower to soothe her muscles, to unknot some of the tension in her spine, but she outright ignores him. Instead, she makes a b-line for her bedroom to change her clothes and Robby sighs, running a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He's already decided that he’s spending the night here (whether she likes it or not). While he does not understand the pain of losing a parent (even though he can empathize with loss where parents are concerned in a small way), he knows that Tory is walking a very narrow emotional tightrope. He’s not going to leave her side until she’s…functioning better than he saw her today.

Until that look disappears from her eyes.

Robby opens up a few cabinets in the kitchen and checks the fridge for food, texting his dad and Mr. LaRusso so that they know he’s here, that as of right now Tory is okay, or at the very least as okay as she can be. He slips his phone into his back pocket, turning as he hears her come down the hall.

She’s changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he is ninety-five percent is his and that almost draws a small smile to tug onto his lips. She’s run a brush through her hair, washed her face, color kissing her cheeks pink. He’s never seen her look so small in all the time he’s known her and his fingers itch to gather her in his arms once again.

Tory looks up at him, swallows, “You don’t have to stay.”

Well that’s not going to happen. “You have a first-aid kit?”

She stares at him for a long moment, seeming to understand that he will fight her on this if he has to, even though he doesn’t want to. Her gaze flickers to his mouth before she pulls out the first-aid kit from under the kitchen sink and then reaches into her freezer for a frozen bag of peas.

Wrapping the bag in a washcloth, she turns to look at him, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch his cheek. He can see the remorse all over her face but Robby gently catches her wrist, squeezing the fingers of her uninjured hand,

“Don’t worry about it,” He tells her, “I’m okay. You’ve hit me harder than this before.”

That earns him a ghost of a smile and Robby smiles back, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Go sit on the couch, I’m gonna check out your hand.”

Tory turns and does as he asks and it’s like the fight has melted right out of her, pressing her into the corner of the couch. He knows that it won’t always be like this, that the rough emotions will come and go like waves. But it’s important that she feels every single one of them and then lets them go.

Whether she knows it or not, Tory has a support system that can help her do that.

Robby opens a drawer for another washcloth, wetting it with warm water and brings the first-aid kit with him to the coffee table in front of the couch. He sits down on the edge of it, his knees bumping into hers as he reaches for her injured hand.

There’s so much he wants to say to her, words hiding underneath his tongue, and yet he doesn’t know how to say any of it. He wants to ask her why she didn’t call him, why she thought she had to go through this alone, but it doesn’t feel right for him to say it. At least not right now. The last thing he wants is for her to feel like he’s attacking her.

Robby just…he cares about her so much and it kills him to think about her in pain, shouldering all of this.

He brushes his thumbs over her knuckles, wincing just a little at the angry redness of them. Only a few cuts that aren’t even bleeding now, no glass anywhere in sight. He figured it wouldn’t be too bad but…

He gently begins cleaning her hand with the wet washcloth, ridding her skin of the dried blood. Robby knows that this is the last thing they should talk about but he also knows how Tory’s mind works, what’s plaguing her thoughts since they left Miyagi-do.

“We can talk to our senseis, reschedule that fight with Sam when you’re ready.”

Tory swallows, shaking her head, her voice is a bit hoarse, “They’ll never let me do that, not after what happened.”

Robby’s eyebrows draw together in slight concentration, “They’ll give you another shot, Tor, you deserve another shot.” He sets the washcloth down and opens up the first-aid box, resting their hands on his leg as he digs through for antiseptic. He tears open the small wipe with his teeth, a soft apology leaving his lips because he knows this will sting.

She winces when he begins cleaning her cuts, padding them dry with a cotton swab. Nothing is split open, so she doesn’t need band-aids but…he does gently wrap her hand with a thin layer of gauze.

“It’s too late for me.” She says and he hates the way her voice shakes, hates that it reaches inside his chest and squeezes.

Robby shakes his head, finishing with her hand. He lifts her knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss as he wraps his fingers around hers. “It’s not too late,” He replies, “Hey,” He whispers, drawing her eyes to his, “It’s not.”

Tory bites down on her lower lip to stop it from wobbling, but he can see her eyes fill with tears again as they draw back and forth over his face, occasionally snagging on his split lip, “What am I going to do, Robby?” She chokes out and he knows they’re not talking about the Sekai Tekai anymore.

Robby cups her cheek, brushing his thumb across the bone as he holds her gaze, “Whatever it is?” He says after a moment, “We’ll figure it out together, okay? You and me.” He repeats the same phrase he told her before.

Tory sniffles, leaning back when Robby stands so he can sit next to her. He tugs her into his arms again, holding her against his body, her face tucking into the crook of his neck. He pulls a blanket down from the back of the couch to wrap around her body, his hand smoothing up and down her arm.

“Deal,” She whispers and for the first time in a long time, Robby feels himself relax.

[seriouslysam8]

Sam, can I have some Sirius hurt, please?

It’s been far too long since Sirius has been hurt. We do need some Sirius angst.

I can guarantee you… when Sirius comes face-to-face with his daddy, it’ll be angst central.

A very spoilery snippet that takes place towards the end of the story for ya.

Something coiled around Sirius’ ankle and yanked him down. Sirius crashed into stone floor, pain radiating up his elbow and causing his wand to slip from his fingers. He reached for it as something scaly and black wrapped around his left wrist. His body flung backward, his head bouncing off the stone floor as he felt the same coiling sensation around his other wrist and ankle.

His breathing picked up as he glanced at his arm, watching as a large snake wrapped his wrist, pinning him to the floor. His eyes flickered to his feet. Two more large snakes slithered up his legs, winding tightly around him. Looking between his spread legs, he saw a monolithic snake gliding towards him. The body as thick as a man’s thigh. For the first time in his life, he wished he was a Parseltongue.

Movement caught the corner of his eye. Sirius snapped his head to see Lord Voldemort edging towards him. It was their first in person meeting since he had murdered the Potters. Any time in the past had been through possession or when they had both slipped between the cracks.

“Sirius,” Voldemort said, his cold voice echoing off the walls. “Where is Harry Potter?”

Ah, so he was cutting right to the chase. That was probably for the best.

Sirius kept his face neutral. “Gone,” he lied. “Sent him to a safe house as soon as the perimeter was breached.”

The large green snake mounted his body, slithering up his torso until its head brushed against his neck. It hissed low and menacing.

“Do you think me a fool, Sirius?” Voldemort asked, crouching down beside Sirius.

All Sirius could think about was how he hated when Voldemort said his name. The way he hissed out the S’s. The snake eased off his chest, taking its spot on Voldemort’s left.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “I think you’re a fucking sociopath.”

Voldemort’s hand shot out, squeezing Sirius’ jaw tightly. His sharp fingernails pierced his skin, causing him to grit his teeth in pain but no sound escaped his lips.

“You will obey me, Sirius,” Voldemort said in a slow and biting tone. “You will treat me with respect.”

Sirius swallowed. “Is this where I start to sob over my long last daddy? Tell you I missed you and I’d do anything for you?” he asked in a bitter tone. “Because I’d rather you just fucking kill me and spare me the humiliation.”

Voldemort eased his grip on Sirius’ face, his red eyes burning a hole into him. “I know you think you’re clever. The way Walburga used to praise you, as though there had never been another child to exist as bright as you,” he said, his sharp fingernail trailing down Sirius’ neck. “I fear it has inflated your ego.”

[spnfanficpond]

November/December 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Five-Finger Discount by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This story is so smartly written - so many fantastic descriptions and lines of dialogue and it flows so beautifully. I didn’t want it to end. If you don't already have an obsession with Dean's hands, you will by the end of this fic.

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Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium

A New Form by Kenophobia (AO3)

I'm nominating this story because it introduced me to a new tag I really like now: "Shapeshifter Dean" Sam is bossy (and Dean actually obeys!) Bobby is in there! John dies! And other cool things I don't want to spoil. Also, it's gen.

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Said the Salmon to the Sea by @bendingsignpost

A mesmerizing (or mermaid-rising?) Dean-centric story about change, about the fact that it comes whether we want it to or not, and how the heck we deal with it. “If this is as far as we can go, it’s as far as we can go,” Dean says with a heavy shrug. Slowly, Sam says, “It’s as far as I can go.” “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

The Angel of Emetgis V by Kayliemanlinza (AO3)

I read this as part of the Dean/Cas Reversebang 2022 (with beautiful art by @missaceriee) and the concept of true-form Castiel as an alien meeting "grease-monkey" Dean in deep space is compelling as much as how love is expressed between species. (Here is the original DCRB post that made me discover the story)

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw

This story was written for me for the Secret Santa hosted on the Pond. It's a lovely fic with Ketch/GN!Reader, something there kind of is a lack of (both with GN and Male reader inserts). And like, also with Ketch lol it was a really nice pick-me-up as I'm not having the best of times right now, and it made me read an author I didn't know before, so it's a win-win Situation!

Follow That Car! by Mrs_SimonTam_PHD (AO3)

A really nice, short Ketch/Dean story with a side of murder. "I wish to fuck you, Dean" is forever embedded in my brain.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Spotless by @stusbunker

This is a Dean x reader AU with SO MUCH DELICIOUS PINING!!!! And now Bela's involved! And the reader gets to watch Dean and Bela make heart eyes at each other!! SO MUCH YUMMY ANGST!!!

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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

Care and Feeding by foolishgames (AO3)

Sam is somehow turned into a cat. The best stories are the first and last ones if you are not an S/D reader, then can be read as mostly Gen.

Dissecting the Bird by nigeltde (AO3)

♥♥♥ Just right.

The Witch and the Wolfen by meus_venator (AO3)

I love everything about this story- meus has an amazing talent and this is one I reread often- plus, it just got a second story!

Sounds Like Truth Feels Like Courage by Sprinkle888 (AO3)

Well-written SPN story. Gen, no pairing, but it doesn’t need one. Sam binds them together with some MoL magic rings and finding out how they work is a riot. Some angst, temp character death, but ends happily. 10/10 recommend. Also posted on my Tumblr.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Slither by Tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this story! The show of cultural differences between Dean and Castiel that even the reader will miss the cues. Lol! The conversation about sex was hilarious especially since Dean doesn’t ask. 😂 Wait until you read the word “clasp”. Poor Dean. Look up the word: hemipene. This stems all the hilarity in the fic. Just wait. Just wait. It’s hilarious!! SPOILER: Castiel is a naga refugee that is half human and half beautiful snake, and Sam basically “adopted” him as a charity project that turns into Dean’s charity project that ends up making him very happy very quickly.

Rubber Duckie Boots by Hexentaenzerin (AO3)

This such an adorable meet-cute. I love it! I also love that Dean wears rubber duckie boots while videoing carpet cleaning videos for his business, which Castiel absolutely loves to watch. Just can’t get enough of seeing Dean in those boots. Castiel even buys a rug to try to get Dean to notice him. **squee** It’s great! The ending is so Dean and Castiel. ❤️❤️❤️

Weighted by Tiamatv and amireal (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. I admit I wish there was more especially with Dean exploring this new aspect of himself and with Castiel. Curious to see what their bumps in the road are and how they handle it.

Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind by Fathersalmon (AO3)

First, this is smut. Second. It is fucking hilarious! I rarely find crack in smut. You have to read this hilarity. Dean’s sassy mouth is just amazing in this while Castiel just ignores him. 🤣 If you want to laugh, read this!

Firelight Glow by bleuzombie (AO3)

I just love how it progresses and the ending is great though. It’s so sweet and fluffy. Their connection is so tangible the reader can feel it like the characters do. It also has Trans Dean Winchester, which I always love to read, especially by @bleuzombie who knows how to write them so authentically and truthfully.

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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester

Stray Hearts by blujay44 (AO3)

It's definitely a weird one, but I really like how fluffy it is. Really, though, it's weird... but it's a feel-good one, especially when Jensen comforts Jared.

Pastiche (orphaned work on AO3)

This is literally one of my favorite SPN fics ever. I reread it a lot. Features Autistic!Jensen and loveable goldenretriever Jared who just wants to get to know his neighbor.

Flash by ellia (AO3)

Short, sweet, almost possessive... Also features my two favorite boys: Jensen and Christian.

For the Taking by veronamay (AO3)

Steamy, sexy, bdsm, Jared and Jensen. What more could you ask for??

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Son by @kittenofdoomage

I really love the idea of Sam and Dean being the bad guys! The story as a whole is so goood!

Blood and Honey by @kittenofdoomage

Dark!Winchesters are my favorite kind of tropes! This is such a great story, very well written!

Baklavas For Your Birthday by @cloverhighfive

This is very cute!!!

Muddy Soul by @impala-dreamer

This is so good! Its very dark at times and you absolutely need to mind the tags! But this is such a great series!

Strangers by @smellingofpoetry

Very cute story!! I liked it!!!

I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine by @heavenssexiestangel

Very cute! Very fluffy!!!! I liked it!!!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[sarandipitywrites]

Line Rewrite Tag

Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks! go check out her rewrite here.

Rules: Rewrite the given snippet in your style, then provide a snippet of your own for the next person to rewrite!

Kaylin's Line:

Closing my eyes, I reached out to the others with my mind, like it was my hand. It worked! I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I felt four distinct… forces, I thought was the best word for them. My smile faded as I concentrated, strained, tried to wake them up. Not that I knew how to do that. Wake! I commanded, begged. Please, wake up!

My rewrite:

Eyes closed, I allowed my consciousness to reach out to theirs with spectral fingers. In the astral darkness, I felt lights, flames, forces. Four of them. A slow smile crept onto my face. Found you. I wrap my hand around their shoulders and shake. Nothing. My smile slips. I grab them, push them, pull and struggle and scream. Wake! It's less a command than a sob. Please. My throat tightens. Please, wake up.

Line(s) for you to rewrite:

The door opens easy, ushering them in. Inside the studio, the light is soft—gentle enough to ease the transition from night into dusk, but bright enough that Vy can finally see without squinching their bad eye shut. A minibar stocked with coffee, myriad teas, and a spicerack’s worth of flavorings dominates the left side of the waiting area, with the right given over to plush couches and armchairs surrounding a coffee table stacked with art books. Then there are the masks. On the left hand wall, mounted on every available surface, masks stare down at Vy with empty eyes. Artistic and ceremonial, masks for actors and masks for cops. The collection must’ve come from every corner of the world. It’d be impressive, if those blank eyes didn’t make Vy’s skin want to shed from their bones and slither out into the street.

tag! @sam-glade, @toribookworm22, @ink-enchanted, plus an open tag

Spark Signature taglist (ask to be added or removed): @leah-yasmin-writes, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @mundanemoongirl

[vertigoartgore]

30 Days of Horror - Halloween 2024 horror movies picks :

#1 : The Frighteners (Peter Jackson, 1996, 1h50)

#2 : The Blob (Chuck Russell, 1988, 1h35)

#3 : Ginger Snaps (John Fawcett, 2000, 1h48)

#4 : Martin (George Romero, 1977, 1h35)

#5 : Prince of Darkness (John Carpenter, 1987, 1h42)

#6 : Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (John McNaughton, 1986, 1h23)

#8 : Body Snatchers (Abel Ferrara, 1993, 1h27)

#9 : From Beyond (Stuart Gordon, 1986, 1h25)

#10 : Candyman (Bernard Rose, 1992, 1h39)

#11 : Night of the Creeps (Fred Dekker, 1986, 1h28)

#12 : Near Dark (Kathryn Bigelow, 1987, 1h34)

#14 : Event Horizon (Paul W. S. Anderson, 1997, 1h36)

#15 : Fright Night (Tom Holland, 1985, 1h46)

#16 : Frankenhooker (Frank Henenlotter, 1990, 1h25)

#17 : Messiah of Evil (Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz, 1974, 1h30)

#18 : The Serpent and the Rainbow (Wes Craven, 1988, 1h38)

#19 : Bubba Ho-Tep (Don Coscarelli, 2002, 1h32)

#20 : Nightbreed (Clive Barker, 1990, 1h42)

#21 : Waxwork (Anthony Hickox, 1988, 1h35)

#22 : Night of the Living Dead (Tom Savini, 1990, 1h32)

#23 : Fade to Black (Vernon Zimmerman, 1980, 1h42)

#24 : Dellamorte dellamore (Michele Soavi, 1994, 1h43)

#25 : Ghost Story (John Irvin, 1981, 1h50)

#26 : Don't Look Now (Nicholas Roeg, 1973, 1h50)

#27 : The Hitcher (Robert Harmon, 1986, 1h37)

#28 : Drag Me to Hell (Sam Raimi, 2009, 1h39)

#29 : Maniac (William Lustig, 1980, 1h27)

#30 : Slither (James Gunn, 2006, 1h35)

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

Thanks for playing with me, @kaylinalexanderbooks!

I have several WIPS right now, so this could be interesting.

Caraval- A Hannibal (NBC) sort of crossover/rewrite of the book Caraval by Stephanie Garber. It's also omega verse, with Will being an omega, Hannibal an alpha, and so on for the various characters who appear. Will must play a magical game that plays tricks on the mind and involves magic to find his sister (Abigail) over the course of five nights, searching for clues so he can find her before the other players and win. Hannibal, who initially brings them to the island where Master Legend hosts Caraval, teams up with him. As they play, Will realizes the game is far darker than it appears and that it is a race against the clock to find Abigail, because it is far more than a game.

Long list, so the rest are under the cut.

2. For Remembrance- A post-fall Murder Husbands story for my collection, Words Are Not The Only Way, centering on my chosen flower (rosemary) and its meaning. Won't say too much, but there is amnesia and rosemary plays a part in trying to help the amnesiac person recover their memories.

3. All Night or a Hundred Years- A Fantastic Beasts story from the POV of Percival Graves, who has been locked up in the dungeons of Nurmengard for a long time. Leta, rather than dying, is secreted away by Grindelwald in the dungeon as well, and she is helping Percival remember what it is like to be human and giving him something he hasn't had in a long time: Hope. They are getting to know each other and trying to figure out if they can escape, and how. Percival is close to giving up, but Leta won't take it. This one is on hiatus, however, because writer's block is a bitch.

4. Untangled- A Fantastic Beasts version of the Disney movie Tangled, with Newt as Rapunzel, Tina as Flynn, Grindelwald as Mother Gothel, and Theseus as Maximus, along with a bunch of the other FB crew members taking roles. Currently paused in favor of Caraval. Things are switched up in this, because Tina has the case of beasts instead of Newt. It's cheerful and fun and I sort of don't want to finish it because of that, so I'm being slow.

5. The Third Day- A Hannibal (NBC) rewrite of the HBO show The Third Day. Will is getting divorced from Molly and is grieving Abigail, who died under mysterious circumstances several years earlier. He meets Mischa in the woods, where is trying to hang herself, and takes her back to the place she lives, where he becomes trapped for three days and nights. Hannibal, Alana, Jack, Bella, Margot, Mason, and several other characters star as the residents trying to either run Will off the island or keep him there as he uncovers mysteries tied to himself and Abigail's death, as well as all the weirdness on the island.

7. Beloved- This is being scrapped and will be rewritten as a sequel to another story, His Shadow Suspended On Dust. Initially, it was a thirty-years post-fall story about Hannibal getting sick and Will taking care of him and living through his last days with him. Some of the original will remain, but it will be heavily rewritten, and there will be another story, called When the Snake Slithers By, between it and HSSOD.

8. The Lone City- A Pokemon anime rewrite of a favorite book of mine, called The Jewel by Amy Ewing. Starring Mairin, it centered on girls being sold off into surrogate slavery for the ruling class of the island, who became so inbred they can no longer safely carry their own children. Sort of a magical Handmaid's Tale, but with Pokemon twists. It was going to lead to Mairin uncovering the truth, falling in love with Alain, and escaping and so forth, but it's been on hiatus due to computer trouble, and I don't think I'm ever going to actually go back to it since it 's been more than a year.

9. Han+SPN- Temporary title, an attempted Hannibal/Supernatural crossover co-written by @ sarcasticsciencefictionwriter. Sam and Dean are driving through Maryland one night and Dean hits Will, who is a ravenstag, with Baby. Will is pregnant and fleeing hunters who are coming after him and Hannibal, who is half ravenstag, for being cannibals and want to kill their baby as well. The Winchesters learn that ravenstags only take what they need and chose harmful people as their victims (i.e, the rude), and end up teaming up with Will to save Hannibal from the hunters after Bobby, who saved Will when he was a fawn, tells them to. Currently paused because I didn't come up with much an outline and Sarc can't work with that. I'm playing with idea that Sam and Dean might have to deliver the baby.

I believe that is all my WIPS, unless you want to count the to-be-written finale to my collection, the Price of Godhood, where Will is Persephone and Hannibal is Hades, which will be about Will going to the world above on the first day of spring and saying goodbye to husband for six months.

Thanks so much for the ask! I've never done this before and I was so much fun! Feel free to hit me up again!

[fiirstnephalem]

Relationship/Romanticism Headcanon Meme

Name: Sima Astarte Morningstar Nickname: Sisi. Sam. Princess. Relationship(s) status: Verse-dependent / Married to Bucky ( salvationofsouls ) / Engaged to Wraith ( rubiesintherough ) / Married to Atlas ( mentalitynotes ) / seeing Daemon ( salvationofsouls ), Matyr ( godofcourage ), Ben ( inmentemusae ) Gender: Cis Female Romantic orientation: Pansexual Preferred pet names: Princess, Doll Opinion on true love: Firm believer of True Love and Soulmates. Opinion on love at first sight: She wouldn't like to admit it, but she knows that the fluttering of the heart whenever you look at someone for the first time is the first sign of Love at first sight. How romantic are they? She's incredibly romantic, even though it takes her a little time to feel safe enough to show it. She then very quickly lets that hopeless romantic within her take over. Ideal physical traits: Tall, Dark and Handsome to a tee. Ideal personality traits: Caring, Attentive, Loyal. She especially loves it when someone understands her traumas and her need for security and safety. If they can be her safe space and her home, that's better than anything else. Unattractive physical traits: If someone is self-centered? She'll quickly knock them down several pegs. Ideal date: A picnic on the beach, followed by a sunset walk along the edge of the sea with hand holding and the exchanges of soft kisses before curling up together under a blanket to watch the stars. Do they have a type?: She didn't think so at first, but she seems to be drawn to those who are silent and brooding with a bit of trauma but who also dominate and command the room. Average relationship length: in the past? a couple of years before her mother slithered in and ruined them. Now she's been with Bucky in her verse with salvationofsouls for 4 years. Preferred non sexual intimacy: snuggling on the couch or cooking together in the kitchen which usually leads to dancing. Commitment level: She's a 100% all of the time commitment level. She will put her all into her relationships, right from the beginning. Opinion on public affection: Hand-holding, tender kisses, arms around the other with heads on shoulders, she's here for all the soft and gentle PDA. Past relationships: several that her mother destroyed

tagged by: @sioraiocht tagging: @rubiesintherough ( wraith & aedus ), @godofcourage, @inmentemusae ( Eloa & Aelin ), @salvationofsouls ( Brock, Bucky, Darcy, Ethan ), @legendaryfigure & anyone else

[krikeymate]

dredge au (me AGAIN):

fr ur giving me dredge au brainrot and i need to finish this fic but this THIS is the best au:

Richie makes it to the islands, and makes his way to the Collectors house, following the directions given to him by Amber. He knocks on the door and—wait… he knows this man, has seen him in articles that his family kept around their archives.

This is the man that made Christina Carpenter’s family fall into disrepair, this is the man that she slept with, unwedded, cheating on the man she was betrothed to. He senses something… off, but it only draws him further into the allure of this place.

What are the odds, really? That Sam and his Prize have made it to the same place that this Collector, that had so readily ruined the reputation of a formerly reputable house? That they’ve made it to the same place that Sam’s FATHER is?

There’s something off about this place, as he goes around, asking for information on this new fisherman and her sister. He receives several warnings, ‘Don’t go after them. There’s something wrong with the older one, almost as if the sea has a soft spot for her.’ ‘she’ll kill you for even trying to get close to her little sister’ ‘the sea doesn’t take kindly to those that would harm it’s Chosen.’

He ignores it, of course, his greed blinds him, his lust for power. The Collector offers to help him, in exchange for the location of one Sidney Prescott. He gets close to finding her, before the night falls, and he sees a boat in the distance. And is that? No, surely it couldnt be THAT easy? But Sam and Tara are on their way back from Blackwell island, and he thinks of the warnings, ‘never stay out at night, otherwise you wont make it back in the morning, beware of the fog’

But here they are, sailing without a care in the world, expertly avoiding— wait are those rocks just appearing in front of them??? what??? But Sam avoids them, expertly weaves her way through a maze that only she can see.

He forgets about Sidney (i wonder how the collector will feel about that) and pursues them to the dock of greater Woodsboro.

and then— oh. this got a little long, didnt it? apologies. you have ruined me with this au.

DON'T STOP, you're spoiling me. I genuinely made that first post for only myself and thought no one else would be interested lmao. You're the one ruining me. You're literally writing it for me at this point, my beloved.

The journey is uncomfortable, the sea doesn't agree with him. His crew are seasoned seamen who snicker at him behind his back. His brother, Ethan, joins him on the trip. He'd promised to let him play with Tara once he was finished punishing her himself. Ethan enjoys playing with his leftovers. The fucked up little beast. But he is his brother, and that makes him his. In a way, he can admire Samantha, for her dedication to her sister, for the way she stole her away from under his nose. Such dedication deserves reward, he'll keep her too, she can stay with her sister, patch up the pieces left of her once he's had his fun.

The sea holds no borders, and yet, he knows he's crossed one all the same. The air feels different, it makes the hair on his body stand on end. The sea becomes coated in a thin mist that swirls around the vessel. It creeps aboard the ship, it tugs at his clothes, slithers down his shirt and into his pockets. The ring around his neck becomes warm against his skin where before it had remained ice-cold. The mist recedes, and the journey continues.

He turns to his brother to remark on the event, only to find him passed out with a tankard in his hand. The rest of the crew are seemingly as unbothered. He shrugs it off.

First stop is Little Woodsboro, to reunite with the disgraced Freeman. Ordinarily, you wouldn't find Ritchard Kirsh of the Bailey's obeying the demands of a woman, but Amber Freeman is one of a kind, he finds. Uniquely... ambitious.

She points him in the direction of Blackstone Isle... after some payment, of course. She tells him The Collector will grant him safety in their shores, to pay him respects, to return to him that which was lost. It all sounds like superstitious nonsense to him, but that someone of such intelligence could look so serious and say such a thing, it makes him pause. He remembers the strange occurrence earlier... he decides why not, it's but a mere short sail away, and it will hardly hurt him to investigate.

The man is... unkempt, beard and hair wild and peppered with grey. He holds himself as a man twice his age. Yet his clothes are impeccable and of quality. The crest on his vest draws his eye, it seems so familiar.

The man is looking for a woman. "Aren't we all," he had joked. The Collector had remained stone-faced. "The girl for the woman," he offers. He takes the ring and blesses his boat. "Stay out of the fog," he warns. "It won't protect you from the fog, nothing can protect you from the fog."

It isn't until he's back on the water that recognition comes to him. It makes him laugh, long and hard. The sailors whisper about cursed waters and the madness. Perhaps there was something to Freeman's warnings after all, he considers, for everything to come full circle like this, what else can be at play other than the hands of Gods. The man who began Christina Carpenter's downfall, here. And here Ritchie is, searching for the spawn of such union, and her sister, at his doorstep.

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They're on the water for three days when the men fish up their first abnormality. Better to catch their food than store it, the men had told them, so they've been fishing daily for their nourishment. None of the men will touch the creature, they contemplate throwing it back. Ethan, always the more adventurous one, demands it be cooked. He'll eat it, if the rest of the cowards will not. "How is it," Ritchie asks, disgust upon his face. "Slimy... yet satisfying," Ethan replies, dropping a tentacle into his open mouth.

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Every hamlet and village they dock at warn him away from his search, warn him away from the sea. Go back home, they tell him. There's only death here. The fisherman? Oh no boy, you best stay away. That one is Chosen. The sea has claimed her, they say. You don't take from the sea. "It's the other girl, I want," he tells them, "she's to be my wife." "Not any more lad, the sea has taken her." "Her sister took her." "Her sister is the sea."

It's all utter nonsense. The fish must make them mad. (He's no clue how close he steers to the rocks of truth).

Sometimes they'll pass smaller islands, uninhabited by all accounts, and in the distance he'll see hooded figures on the rocks, watching him. He sees no eyes, yet they peer into his soul all the same.

A week into their search, the men are ready to turn back for Ingfell as the sun begins to dip in the sky. He tells them to keep going. There's sunlight yet left. He ignores the warnings of the night, or the shapes in the water that circle the islands just out of sight of shore and light. The men protest, it's too dangerous, we'll dash upon the rocks in the dark. A fog descends once the sun falls, they've been told. They'll not see where they're going, and no anchors are reliable in these turbulent waters. Their boat will rock and move and they'll be naught they can do to keep it still. Find yourself at a dock come night, or find yourself on the seabed come morning, they say.

He pushes them forward, and they sail in the direction of the Stellar Basin. There's a trader there, this week, he's been told. He's yet to meet the Travelling Reed woman, and he would very much like to hear what she has to say, to hear of the knowledge she must have.

Along the way, he sights a ship in the distance. It comes from the direction of Blackstone Isle itself, an island that none local will go to. That can only mean one thing, surely. His spyglass confirms it. In the brightness of the moon and stars above, he sights his very targets, laughing aboard their ship. They're not even steering it, allowing the waves to take it where they will it to go. Tara is leaning overboard, pointing to the water, and Sam stands close behind, a hand on her hip to steady her, and peers over her shoulder.

He's jostled as the boat tilts, the eyeglass goes tumbling overboard and he falls to the deck. They've hit something, the men yell. Standing up, Ritchie peers off in the distance once again, only to find that a fog has rolled in and his targets are nowhere to be found. He stands there, seething, as the crew rush around him, emptying the water draining through a hole in the hull, and hurrying to tar it up.

[theherosreturn]

????: Grah!

That call was a herald of backup, with V gaining aid from Emir. The result? The pest bots being crushed by a dinosaur dragon bike.

Bradley: …well, I’m not looking this gift Chocobo in the mouth.

More roars would also herald several more beastly allies…Eunie could be heard from here practically screaming “WHAT THE SNUFF?!?” the moment she saw Shift seemingly appear out of nowhere and steal vital components from the massive slug without harm

*After the components were stolen along with Emir getting rid of the last of the pest bots, both Weapons finally let loose Optimized Ultima when the weak spot was exposed...The metallic beast would soon fall to the earth and into a massive lake*

Ross: Holy s***! I guess I "can" scratch that off of my bucket list of killing a giant slug!

Diana: Thankfully that thing couldn't do whatever it was designed to do since it was dangerously close to the planet's surface...Almost like it was attempting to crash into the planet...

(Meanwhile within the massive lake)

*What the heroes didn't know was that Code Stringer had a contingency plan in case the Omega Solver Slug failed its task at assimilating the planet...The underbelly of the beast soon burst open as thousands of metallic slime creatures slithered their way out and all splitted off to various random directions...All except for one Epsilon Slug and one Upsilon Slug who noticed the blue haired Metarunner wandering about in these strange lands...They both began to stalk but wouldn't strike until the time was just right...*

(Meanwhile within Cosmic Sam's fortress)

*One of the many scouts for the God of Cosmic Corruption had arrived with a very special trinket that both fascinated and interested Cosmic Sam with how much spiritual energy lied within this avian skull looking mask...It's as if the soul that resided in the mask refused to move on...*

Cosmic Sam, as he slowly began looking through the trapped soul's memories: Well now...It appears I'm going to need to look deeper into "Who" you are and what goal drives you so much, you refuse to pass on until it's complete at last...*He soon finally got the name of this soul along with a few of its memories*...Well now...Perhaps once I'm finished looking into you, I can free you from your tomb and allow you to join me in this quest for power...Ravenbeak~...

*The eyes of the mask of the fallen Chozo Warrior had flickered red for but a single moment...A foreboding sign of what's to come...*

[syven-siren]

Use Me

Summary: Reality is not always better than reality but when Sam is involved, you find that that’s just not the case. He’s more than ready to indulge your supposedly well-kept fantasies.

Warnings: 18+ / smut / size kink / vaginal sex / dirty talk / slight degradation and praise kinks / smutty thought and fantasizing

Requested by @sizekinkshawty​: “sam winchester x petite female reader. she has a “secret” size kink, he’s already caught on. he drives her crazy, towering over her, helping her reach things, picking her up like she weighs nothing. one day on a hunt he picks her up and just runs back to the bunker. once they’re safe, she looks down. “woah” she breathily mumbles. his hand covers all of her stomach “your hand is really big” she whimpers. “you’re just tiny compared to me” a few seconds pass and she whimpers “use me” . he towers over her “what?” “use me please” he smirks “so pitiful, anything for you” and then BAM. it ends with him showing her how pleasing her is easy for him”

“Are you okay? I didn’t think it would get that close to you.”

With eyes dilated like a crazed cat and the steady loud thump of your racing heart in your ears, you can barely register Sam voicing his worries. The enemy, who infiltrated the bunker, has long been dispatched but Sam still cradles you close to his chest. With the rush of the hunt is slowly dissipating, you can not ignore the pulsating desire that poisons your thoughts and charms your core into weeping for the touch of one man. It’s all too familiar, though it is something which you only succumb to in the privacy of your own room late at night. It’s the dirty little secret you keep bottled up, never once speaking about it or acting upon it.

Even as he sets you upon a table and looks you over for any injuries, all your mind can focus on is the way his calloused palms easily suffocate your own. For all his size and strength, Sam is a gentle giant caring for the superficial scrapes and cuts that litter your skin. There have been rare instances that you have witnessed the pure fury that bubbles within him but never has it been directed at you. And yet, every time you reflect on it, you tingle with excitement.

“(Y/N)? Hey.” His fingers grip your hips, giving you a squeeze in an attempt to catch your wandering mind, “are you hurt anywhere else? You didn’t hit your head, did you?”

“Your hands,” The words are drawn from you in a breathless whisper as your eyes stay trained on his extremities that easily cover your smaller frame. The warmth of him seeps into your clothing, further scalding your heated skin and bolstering the rising need for him, “are so large.”

His brown locks sway with the movement of his head as he belts out a chuckle, “you’re just tiny compared to me. Most people are but don’t remind Dean about that.”

Making no comment about his joke, your eyelids slide shut and a shudder slithers down your spine, intent on stimulating your aching core. A film tape of ecstasy-laden possibilities is projected across the black curtain of your closed eyes: The ghost of his touch on your slender neck, the way his hands would wrap so easily around it.

His long finger stuffed into your pussy, souring on your whimpers.

The snug fit of his cock satisfying the aching emptiness of your velvety cavern.

“S—Sam...” For the first time, you feel your resolve snapping. In an act of desperation, your digits tangle in the checkered fabric of his flannel shirt and tug him closer, “Use me.”

He blinks down at you with pupils that mirror your own: lust blown and wanton. “What did you just say?” The low rumble of his tone thunders in your ears and rattles deep within your bones.

“I need you.” Hoping to entice him, you pull him closer and force him to stand in between your thighs, “P—Please, use me.”

“So desperate. I thought you’d hold out a lot longer than this.”

“W-What?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Catching your chin between his fingers, he tilts it upward and forcing you to maintain eye contact, “You thought I wouldn’t figure out how you look at me? I know what you want and since you asked so nicely, I’ll give it to you.”

In fact, you didn’t think he would ever discover your lingering glances. You had thought you’d hidden it well enough. There were only short moments of indulgence, in which you allowed yourself to openly lust after Sam. Those instances, though few and far between, caused a stir within you. You often wondered how it would feel to have Sam take control over you, use your smaller stature for his own pleasure, and take you to the edge of bliss with him.

Those thoughts were most prevalent when close to him:

When his defined front pressed against your back as he helped you reach a research book on a high shelf. You can still feel the twitch of his sizable bugle that was nestled against the curve of your ass.

Or when his hands engulfed your hips as he brushed past you while moving about the kitchen. You had nearly lost yourself in the fantasy of having him bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless.

And now as he peels the clothes from your body, you have come to realize that none of those distant fantasies are as good as having the real thing. He works your body the way he wields a knife: skillful, quick, and with precision.

It is not until his cock is nudging against your entrance that you understand the true size of Sam. In pure amazement, you watch as he sinks into your awaiting core. The stretch of your walls to accommodate his thickness is a concoction of painful pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out before stealing a kiss from you. His cock, thick and veined, throbs as you clench around him once again. Head thrown back, you let out a wail as an orgasm unexpectedly takes over your body.

“I’m not even all the way in and you're already coming around me.” The smirks on his face evidently, although you can’t see it through the stars dancing across your vision.

“You like knowing that I could spilt you in half on my dick, don’t you?”

“Yes! You’re so big, Sam!”

“I know. Can you feel how deep I am?” Guiding your hand, he smooths it over your lower abdomen, where you can feel the distention formed by his cock sitting just below. “Keep your hand there while I fuck you.”

With each thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pounds against the squishy tissue that makes your toes curl. “I’m going to ruin your pretty little pussy for good.” He snarls out the promise and you nod along, far too gone to form a coherent sentence. “I’m gonna make it so the only thing your body wants is to be fucked by me. No one else.”

You are spiraling closer and closer to the edge as his quick strong strokes drag along the walls of your pussy, “O-Only want you, Sam. No one else.”

“I know, baby. Show me the pretty face you make when you cum.”

There’s not much more need for you to do as he commands. The tip of his member bumps against your cervix providing the perfect amount of pressure to send you plummeting into an intense orgasm. Waves of electricity wash over you, drowning your senses completely. Eyes screwed shut, you ride out the multiple aftershocks that rock your body between overstimulated bliss and reality.

When you finally come back down from your high, you can hear the teasing words of the man still rutting into your drenched core, “Such a good girl but I’m not done with you yet.”​

[kreativekal]

Change of plans (part 1)

With the events of the DAMN games and the inversion, Darlin’ knows that David is understaffed with Shaw Security. To help out, they head to the den to find themself a simple, solo job. They’ll establish a plan, and get this case figured out. But with every job, every plan, there has to be adjustments. 

Darlin will have to change their plans. (Not sure when, but I will write a part two. I got bored and figured I might as well start to the prompt I previously posted, so here ya go. Please Enjoy.)

With the difficulties of the inversion, Darlin’ had finally agreed to step up in the Shaw Security, thanks to the pestering of both Angel and Sam. David had never insisted, and Darlin could only assume it was to not put any pressure with anything involving the pack. It was appreciated, but now was the best time to get involved. They shrugged off the thoughts flooding their head as they slithered out of Sam’s hold, who’d fallen asleep a few hours ago, if his soft breathing were any indicator. They smiled at the sight of his peaceful face, before they quietly made their way to the closet, changing swiftly into their normal tank top. They never bothered with extravagant outfits when dealing with pack matters, considering most outfits got shredded when they shifted. They headed out to the kitchen, but only after stealing one last glance at Sam, who was still sound asleep. They smiled, heading to the kitchen. 

They made their way across the kitchen, still as quiet as a mouse as they avoided every creaky tile. They’d memorised it in the many mornings they spent sneaking out of bed. They had to admit, they’d still hadn’t gotten used to the furnished house, having gotten used to their bland appartement. Minimal furnishing made it easier to get around the space. It also made it easier to leave everything behind should something go wrong. However, this room, this house, filled with furniture and so thoroughly decorated made them feel… safe. This felt like home. They smiled to themselves, while they grabbed a piece of bread, plopping it in the toaster. They grabbed a glass, filling it with water before drinking it down to the drop, which was right as the bread snapped up out of the toaster, Darlin grabbing it and putting it in their mouth as they made their way to the front door, tying their shoes. They put their phone in their pocket, going through their mental checklist. Once they were convinced they had everything, they left the house with no further hesitation, locking it behind them. 

They hopped on their motorcycle, convinced David would genuinely kill them if they simply shifted and ran through the city. They slipped on their helmet, revving the engine as they finally left home, and made their way to the den at the break of dawn.

They entered the den, surprised at the silence that greeted them. There was no huge meeting today or truly any reason for multiple people to be here early, considering the only reason that Darlin was here was for details on any solo jobs they could pick up. Simple bodyguard jobs, or even patrols. They furrowed their brows at the unusual silence, now tense as they scanned every corner, every door. The main entrance had been unlocked, so someone was most likely here, unless someone forgot to lock up last night. Unlikely. Everyone knew how to lock down the den, so someone was definitely here. They were quiet on their feet as they moved around the den, searching for any trail of.. Well… anything, really. Signs of life, of struggle, blood. They felt the fear crawling up their spine the more they went around, the longer they went, finding absolutely nothing. It killed them to feel a presence, and to not know where it was. They got to the before last door, placing their hand on the handle as the hair on their neck rose on end, turning to find David fucking Shaw directly behind them, and they bit their tongue to avoid screaming in surprise. How this large-ass-man had been so quiet was beyond them. Sure, Darlin was quiet. Sure, Darlin was on the taller end of the spectrum. But David? He was the opposite of stealthy. So how the hell had he managed?-

“Is there a reason you’re sneaking around, Troublemaker?” His eyes scanned over them, their tense figure. His voice was deep as usual, an odd scratchiness to it, from what they could assume to be what was known as “morning voice”.

“I was sneaking since the door was unlocked and there was no one to be seen. I thought someone had broken in.” they replied, loosening their shoulders. Putting up that face that had earned them the title Tank.

“In that case, next time, focus on your surroundings. Had I been an intruder, you’d be taken by surprise.”

They had no idea what kind of scolding.. Lesson? This was, but they remained silent, brows furrowing.

“Now, what are you doing here so fucking early Troublemaker?” He made his way back to the main table, setting himself down at the head of the table as he sorted through different files and papers. Darlin wandered to the table, bracing their arms on the table as they lifted a file, scanning over it. David snatched it from their hands, adding it back to the file-pile, which was in a perfect stack. He never admitted it, but he was definitely a perfectionist. With certain things.

“Again, is there a reason you’re here, or is it just to cause trouble, Tank?” He glanced up at them, still mainly focused on the papers before him. They bit their lip, pondering the different ways they could ask this, could bring it up, without bringing back to many memories of those god-damned games. Seeing no easy way around this, they simply hoped whatever came out of their mouth in the following seconds made sense.

“Look, David, I.. Fuck. I know that the security group lost a couple members, and that after the games, you’re understaffed. So I just-.. I want to help. If you’ll allow me.” They avoided his gaze at all costs, fearing what could be said, with, or without words. David took a breath, and Darlin tensed, bracing themselves for the lecture.

“I’ve got a couple jobs, sure. What are you looking for?” They tried to not show their surprise, and if he saw it, he didn’t mention it. They were grateful for that, at least.

“Preferably something I can do on my own. Or that requires little amounts of people.” Even with all that happened, Darlin still wasn’t used to being part of the pack. A small part of them wanted to cut them off, make it easier for the pack, and for themselves. It would keep them uninvolved with Quinn, and makes it so Darlin has less to worry about should Quinn decide to act up again. But for now, they knew the pack had their back. So this was the least Darlin could do. They would play their part. Darlin waited, tapping their foot as David shifted through a couple papers, a few files, and more papers. He settled on one, handing it to Darlin. They opened the file, eyes scanning over the pages. Very little information. Some kind of investigation, about a missing elemental. They flipped through the papers, mumbling to themselves as they pulled back a chair, sitting to read through thoroughly.

“We were asked to find her. She’s a 24 year old fire elemental, who was going home after classes at DAMN.” Darlin cringed. Missing people cases always made their blood boil. They closed the file, slipping out of the chair. They’d learn what they could tonight, and start their search tomorrow. They left the den with no further question.

By the time they got home, it was noon. They’d taken the scenic route home, needing time to clear their mind. They walked inside, remaining quiet. Considering his nocturnal lifestyle, it was no doubt Sam was fast asleep, just as they’d left him. So, they grabbed a glass of water, slipping on the couch as they opened the file once more, and read. 

The file itself didn’t have much to offer other than a few information on the missing elemental, the last seen location and information on her usual paths home, according to family members, friends and people who’d see her on her way home. They spent hours going over through the different quotes and looking at locations and path routes on their computer. They only noticed the time when a sleepy Sam emerged from the bedroom, a sleepy smile as he spotted Darlin on the couch, surrounded by the scattered papers.

“Well this is a welcomed sight.” God, his voice. Darlin’s heart skipped a beat everytime they heard it. They tilted their head, curious at what he meant. He chuckled, making his way over to the couch, picking up one of the pages as he scanned it.

“What’s all this?” He glanced at them, and they huffed.

“Missing person case. Fire elemental went missing three days ago. David’s been understaffed, and I haven't really been doing anything, so I figured I might as well pick up a job. You’re looking at an official Shaw Security employee.” They boasted, puffing their chest ever so slightly as they laughed, deflating back to their curled posture. “Well well. Finally decided to listen to my advice?” He teased, putting the paper down.

“I listen to your advice all the time. I just don’t always act on it.” They winked at him, and he shook his head, smiling. They stacked the papers back up, sliding them carefully into the file, setting it on the small coffee table in front of them. They watched as Sam came around, settling himself down on the couch as he opened his arms, inviting them to come closer. They accepted the invitation without hesitation, wrapping their arms around his torso, as his hands found their place on their back, rubbing soft circles through the fabric of their tank top.

The two spoke, Darlin explaining, and complaining, about how David had been so damn stealthy, claiming “He isn’t a stealth and he’s huge! How can he be so damn quiet?!” to which Sam replied with “I don’t know, Darlin’, I ask myself the same thing when I wake up to you already gone.” They huffed at that, claiming it was different with David. He only laughed, the sound reverberating in his chest, to which they smiled, resting their ear against him, hearing both his breathing and his heartbeat. Two of their favourite sounds. This continued until Darlin eventually fell asleep, curled up into Sam, who carefully pulled a blanket over the both of them. Tomorrow, they will get this job done. Would find the innocent elemental, bring her home, and make the fucker who even dared hurting a young girl pay. 

[xplrsquad7137]

Dominant ~

Pairing Colby Brock × The Reader

Short Summary: during a celebration party your boyfriend Colby throws for hitting 7 million subscribers, you get too handsy with one of his friends for his liking. Once you get too close, Colby reminds you who you belong too.

Warnings: cussing, angst, fluff moments, dominant smut (ur welcome)

*let me know if i should do a part 2 to this involving Seth and Nate*

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The moment your boyfriend Colby and his bestfriend Sam officially hit seven million subscribers, you knew that a party was going to be thrown. And like always, you were right. After making the announcement on their social media platforms, they contacted everyone they knew and invited everyone over to celebrate. You are beyond proud of them. If anyone deserves it, it would be them.

Colby "holy shit.."

"I'm so proud of you baby!"

Sam "how is this even happening right now?!"

Colby "I don't fucking know bro!"

"You guys deserve it!"

Colby "thank you baby. Aren't you going to celebrate with us?" He notices you rubbing your head slithering in discomfort.

"Yeah of course! I'm just gonna jump in the shower-try to get rid of my headache." He leans down and kisses your forehead, instantly taking the edge off. You hum in relief.

Colby "Okay baby. I love you." You say it back and you make your way upstairs. A few minutes go by, and you hear footsteps coming from behind the bathroom door. Within seconds, Colby comes through the door with his shirt off already.

You chuckle, "can i help you?" You ask him sarcastically.

Colby "Yes, i think you can." Needless to say, you two had a little party yourselves in the shower to celebrate this huge accomplishment. Leaving you sore, but at least your headache was gone from your head.. "i think i hear the doorbell."

"Shit, go ahead. I'll meet ya down there." He nods, takes a deep breath to collect himself after the steamy shower that you two had, then kisses you one more time before leaving the bathroom to get properly dressed. You try to collect yourself as well, but you still wanted more. But you knew that it would have to wait for after the party.

As the guests arrive, you see your two favorites; Nate and Seth. You met them awhile back on an exploration trip with Sam and Colby. You three clicked instantly and you've been inseparable ever since. You leap off of the couch when you hear their voices, and squeal your way over to them. You push your way through the growing crowd, and jump into Seth's arms.

Seth "Hey gorgeous!" You say it back, "ahhh I've missed you!" He says as he puts you down.

"I've missed you too, its been too long!'

Nate "what about my hug?" He breaks you guys' eye contact with a pout. You laugh as you sink into his warm embrace. He smells of the outdoors with a hint of colon. "How ya been bubs?"

"Good, and you?!"

Nate "Never better!" You guys start catching up, sharing all the drama and video ideas that you all have in store for the next few weeks, etc. Then Colby realizes that you've been gone from his side for a few minutes too long for his liking, and finds you with his friends.

Nate "There's my man!" Colby laughs and thanks the boys for their congratulations.

Colby "I'm so glad that you guys came!"

Seth "We wouldn't miss it man." You all share some small talk as Sam joins in. It feels so good to have the people you care the most about all in one space. Especially Seth, he is your other half besides Colby. "Oh Y/n, i wanna show you something!" He takes your hand and he leads you outside, showing you his new car.

"Holy shit-you didn't tell me that you got a new car!"

Seth "I wanted to show you in person, pretty sick right?!" Its s sports car, of course, and yes, it's fucking sexy.

"Yeah! I was kinda hoping that you'd get rid of your old one-"

Seth "Easy..." you burst out laughing and so does he.

"Nah I'm kidding! There's a lot of memories in that old piece of junk!" Before you were with Colby, you and Seth became really close and had a little thing. But once you started dating Colby, nothing has happened since.

Seth "Yeah..that's why i still have it. I just can't drive it around anymore." You nod, "so how have you been? Like really?"

"I've been good! Just tired." He agrees and says the same. Just like your boyfriend, you can talk to Seth about anything. You were about to say more, but Colby breaks the conversation a little short.

Colby "Woah bro! New car?!"

Seth "Oh yeah! Ya like it?" He asks with the biggest smile on his face.

Colby "Hell yeah!" You leave the two of them to talk for a bit while you leave to get another drink in the kitchen. All the girls are talking about how gorgeous Colby is looking tonight and it's kind of pissing you off. And Nate notices.

Nate "Woah..something's making your skin crawl baby, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He looks at you sternly, makng you crack, "i just don't like the girls that he invites over."

Nate snickers, "oh i gotcha. And hey, i don't blame ya momma. I mean, can they be any more obvious?" He must have heard what they were talking about too. "I would be annoyed too." You nod and take a big drink. "But you seriously don't have nothing to worry about Y/n, Colby loves you."

"I know he does-i love him too. It's just irritating."

Nate "Well Colby was getting fidgety while you were outside with Seth." He blurted out, taking you aback.

"Wait what?"

Nate "Yeah," he started laughing, "he was watching you guys the whole time-kinda creepy." He winks at you.

"Hmm. I didn't take Cole to be the jealous type."

Nate "aw babe, you are too cute." He takes a drink of his drink, "lets go find our friends huh?" You nod, "i mean, do you even know these people?" No, not many of them. Stas, Kat for the girls and some other guys that were mutuals but that's it. And the house was full. You shake your head. "Yeah, me neither." He nudges you forward so you start to walk towards the living room again, where Sam and Kat were at. Feeling confused after that conversation with Nate, you take a seat and finish your drink. Letting your mind race.

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The hours pass by and Colby gets drunker. The more drunk he gets, the bigger flirt that he becomes. He is over everyone but you. The only time he has touched you, was in the beginning when the guests started to arrive. Your skin was boiling and everyone but Colby were noticing. As you sat outside, you feel the cushion next to you sink in.

Seth "Hey"

"Hey"

Seth "I know something is wrong. What is it?"

"Colby's drunk." You say quietly, but he could he the aggravation in your tone.

Seth "Yeah, I've noticed. But it's a big accomplishment..i think Sam is drunk too."

"Yes but Sam is all over Kat, not every other girl in the house." He blinks slowly, as if everything he noticed from affair tonight was all making sense.

Seth "Baby..is that what is wrong?"

"I'm not jealous its just rude Seth."

Seth "I'm not calling you jealous Y/n..I just feel bad."

"Don't, it's fine. He isn't even gonna remember tonight anyway."

Seth "Well hey, we can make him jealous of us."

"That's not a good idea."

Seth "No it's not. That's why we should do it."

"It's only going to hurt more people. Including you. I can't hurt you Seth."

Seth "You can't hurt me Y/n." He says as he smiles. Shit, Colby deserves a taste of his own medicine.

"What do you suggest?"

Seth "Nothing too obvious.." he says as he grabs your hand, rubbing small circles on your knuckles. The coldness from his rings made you shiver.

You giggle, "how is this not going to hurt us?"

Seth "Because we aren't petty like everyone else. We just love each other." You nod and sink into the patio seat. You two start talking about small nothings just to get your mind off of your boyfriend flirting with everyone. But once he see's you, he knocks it off.

Colby "Hey baby, can i talk to you for a minute?" He can barely stand up straight and he's slurring his words.

"No, I'm good."

Colby "Now." You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at his sternly tone of voice. You get out of Seth's arm's and you stomp your way into the house. Once he had you in the clear, Colby grabbed your wrist and drug you to the bedroom.

Colby "What the fuck were you doin back there?"

"I can ask you the same thing." He looks confused, "don't play dumb Cole, you've been flirting all fucking night!"

Colby "That wasn't flirting-"

"Oh okay. So grabbing another girls waist, hand-whatever isn't flirting?" He doesn't say a word, he just looks defeated. "I hate drunk you-"

Colby "You didn't answer me. What were you doing back there?"

"We were catching up. Seth was trying to make me feel better-he knew why i was upset."

Colby snickers, "yeah, i bet he did want to make you feel better."

"Enough! At least he was with me tonight! You didn't even talk to me-"

Colby "I'm with you all day long Y/n."

"Okay." You try to leave the room but he grabs you, slamming you into the dresser.

Colby "You are fucking mine. Not his."

"You aren't acting like i am yours. You haven't been all night."

Colby "baby, we literally had sex in the shower not too long ago."

"Yes but those girls have seem to forgotten who you belong to-" he cuts the sentence short by slamming his lips onto your own. His hands cup your cheeks and yours find his wrists. When you pull away, he apologizes.

Colby "I fucked up Y/n, I'm sorry."

"I believe you. And i forgive you."

Colby "Do you still love him?"

"I do. But not as much as i love you." He smiles and he kisses you again, but this time, more gentle and tender. He swiftly picks you up in his arms and placing you onto the bed the two of you share. He hovers over you, slowly grinding the seam of his rough jeans above your core. Making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Colby "Who do you belong too?"

"You"

Colby "you're goddamn right you do." He rushes then, practically rippings yours and his clothes off. Without wasting any time, he fills you up in one hard thrust. You yelp and he pushes you down with his body weight. He holds your hands above your head with his own, and makes you puddy in his hands. The moans coming from the two of you filled the room and probably the hallway.

Colby "Fuck baby, you're so wet for me!" You couldn't respond, his thrusts were becoming too strong and you could feel yourself start to clench. "Oh fuck-that's right-cum for me." He sends you overboard when he places his fingers right on your clit and began to rub slightly. Within a few seconds, you did just that and he does shortly after. He rests his body on top of yours, sloppily kissing you with the taste of his favorite white claw flavor on his tongue. You two hold each other as you ride out your high's.

Colby "I love you baby."

"I love you too Colbs." His eyes are back to his vibrant blue and he kisses you over and over again.

Colby "Wanna go back downstairs?"

"In a sec." That second turned into another full round and the party continued without you guys for a half hour-give or take.

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Nate "Hey, where is Colby and Y/n?"

Seth chuckles, "Seeing which one is more dominant." Nate looks confused for a minute or two, until Seth started to laugh.

Nate "I for sure thought that she was gonna end it by the way he was acting. Now they're upstairs fuckin'?!"

Seth "I mean i could be wrong. But knowing Colby, he's probably teaching her a lesson."

Nate "Gross..but also I'm kinda jealous."

Seth "You should be brother, i was with her before he even had her."

Nate "So I'm basically the only one who hasn't..?"

Seth "No, look around..everyone here hasn't been with her. You aren't the only one bro."

Nate "Let's go see if we can hear them!" The book it up the steps and go straight to yours and his door. It was locked, Nate tried that. "I don't hear-" then he hears you moan. He instantly puts his hand over his mouth and gasps. Seth just laughs because he knew that he was right all along. "How the fuck..?"

Seth "I mean i would do the same if she was still my girl, wouldn't you?" He agrees, "but Colby is being the one dominanted right now."

Nate "Should i even ask how you know that?"

Seth "Not if you don't want details."

Nate "Spill it."