#Sammy just got chosen

[pasta-n00dles]

Werewolf Sammy :0

[swissboyhisch]

It's About Time

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!Reader

Summary: Your first annual Devils Gala helps reveal hidden feelings for your brother's best friend and yourself.

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, kissing,

A/N: This is for @snugglyducklingbrewhouse's Birthday Bingo!! Happy birthday to one of my favourite girlies from the discord. Sorry it's a little late. I hope you enjoyed your birthday month <3

My choice of five bingo boxes were (second column from the left):

Friends to lovers

Works with/for the team

Team event

Brother’s best friend

Comfort

I really hope you enjoy this! I'm really happy how this turned out :)

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Tonight was the annual New Jersey Devils Gala, and you were lucky enough not to have to work the event. As the photographer for the team, you would usually be asked to work nights such as these. But thankfully, your boss decided you could have the night off as it was your first gala since joining the organisation. Enjoy the gala with the team, staff and other rich people involved. 

Both of your younger brothers were ecstatic that you got to accompany them to the gala. Luke especially was, as it was his first time going to the annual event, and he wasn’t exactly a people person. Having two of his older siblings with him definitely will help. And Jack, well, he always loves having his older sister around.

The pair had taken you shopping for a dress and ensured you didn’t pay a cent for the dress or any of the accessories you had chosen. Jack even got his girlfriend, Sam, to book you and herself for a spa day. Which would consist of a massage, nails, hair, and make-up together to have a girls' day and prepare for the event. 

The two of you spent the day getting ready for the gala. It was the first time you had also spent the full day with Sam without Jack there. Sure, you had gone shopping together a couple times for a couple of things but never fora whole day. You two were excited to have some time to yourself. 

“We are looking hot,” You grin as you put in your earrings.  

“That we do,” Sam grinned, coming up beside you and side hugging you. 

The boys were waiting for you two in the living room of your and Luke’s apartment. Jack cheered as Sam stepped out and then louder when you stepped out. It was rare for him or anyone from your family to see you dressed up. Especially in dresses.

As a Devils' photographer, you often wore jeans and some variation of Devils merchandise. Your hair was usually in a bun or hair claw. Nothing crazy, just comfortable clothes as you ran around the arena, snapping up as many pictures as you could. 

“You look stunning, sis,” Jack smiles, complimenting you as Luke twirled you to show off your dress.

Luke laughed as you giggled and spun around. He loved watching you be the happy go-lucky girl he remembered from when you were kids. During your teenage years, you were quieter, much like your twin. It was nice to see you coming out of your shell since coming to Jersey with him. 

“I think Hisch, Timo and Bratt are in the lobby waiting for us,” Jack announced as he read a message he had received. 

The group of four made their way downstairs, where they met the trio in the lobby, chatting. All of them were dressed in suits, and their hair was slick and well-styled. Nico smiled when he noticed you walking in beside Luke. You only came up to his shoulder, and that was while wearing heels.

“Hey Nico,” You grin, leaning forward to hug the captain. 

“Hey,” The brunette whispers into your ear. 

You hug the other boys as well, sharing hellos and exchanging compliments. The limo that would take them over to the hotel pulled up outside, and the group climbed in. Nico held his hand and helped you slide in beside Luke before following suit. You were sandwiched between your youngest brother and the team Captain. 

“How was the pamper day?” Nico asks.

“It was great,” You smile, “Sammy and I loved it. Best day I’ve had in a good while.”

Nico chuckled, “Well, hopefully we can keep it going for the night then.”

“Be sure to save me a dance then.”

When you pulled up for the event, you and Nico were on the side to come out last. As soon as the door opened, the noise from fans and media became louder. You felt the nerves kick in once more. Reminding you once more how alike you are with Quinn. And how much Luke was like the two of you. 

“You okay?” Nico asks as he notices you stiffening. 

You looked out the door as Luke was climbing out. You were a behind-the-scenes person, not one to be parading in front of the fans and media. There were way too many people out there for your liking.

“Hey,” Nico whispers, pulling you from your thoughts, “I’ll be there. Jack and Luke will be there. Sammy’s first gala as well. We’re there to back you up.”

“I don’t think–”

“Yes, you can,” Nico cuts you off gently.

You take a deep breath and shuffle along the seat. Your mind reeling, imagining everything that could come from the public appearance. Nico somehow slips over you, so he will step out first. His hand slips into yours as he slowly climbs out. The group watched as you and Nico stepped out. He let you step up beside your brothers as his hand hovered on your lower back. Making sure to guide you around, a safe blanket to remind you that you weren’t alone.

The group made their way down the carpet, posing for pictures. You were either tucked into Nico’s side or with Luke. Soon, you were joining the other players and staff inside the ballroom of this hotel. You guys made the rounds, greeting sponsors, staff and teammates. 

“Hey!” Reanne grinned when you and the group greeted her and Curtis.

“Hey, how are you?” 

“I’m good,” The blonde replied. “A night with no kids is great.”

After the usual spiel of speeches and guest speakers, the music was turned up. It didn’t take long until the team and partners could be found on the dance floor. You danced with Nico and the group, laughing and having fun. 

“I didn’t tell you earlier, but you look absolutely stunning,” Nico whispers.

A blush covered your cheeks as the song changed from the upbeat Pitbull song to ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron. A song you’ve come to love since it went viral on TikTok. Everyone paired up to slow dance. Nico turned to you and slipped his arms around your waist. Your arms went around his neck. 

“Hands off my sisters’ ass,” Luke hisses at his captain as he and what looked to be a sponsor’s daughter danced by.

Nico’s hands made sure to slide further up your lower back. “Protective brother much.”

“They all are,” You reply, “even if these two are younger than me.”

“They just love you.”

More alcohol was consumed, more dances spent on the dance floor. The group enjoyed themselves but were careful not to take it too far at a team fundraiser. Nico was tired and so were you so, without telling your brothers, the two of you snuck out of the event. As you were in the uber you made sure to at least sling Jack a message, so they didn’t send out a search party.

Nico slid his coat jacket over your shoulders after you left the Uber. Making sure you were warm as you guys headed up to your apartment. The conversation flowed until you reached your door.

“Thank you for the fun night,” You mumble as you look up to Nico. 

Nico grinned, tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I had a great night with you.”

The two of you stood before the door, admiring each other before you finally decided to do what you wanted to do since you met your brother’s captain. You pressed your lips to his. Hoping that he felt the same. Nico’s hand cradled your cheek, and he kissed you back. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” Nico mutters against your lips.

“Me too.”

Nico leant forward and kissed you again. Neither of you paid attention to your surroundings, meaning you missed the ding of the elevator and the footsteps echoing down the hallway towards where the two of you stood.

“What the fuck?”

You pulled away as quickly as possible when you heard Jack’s voice. Nico and you were quick to turn to where Jack, Sammy and Luke were coming towards you. Jack was smirking, and Luke was shocked. 

Jack laughed, “It’s about time.”

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[quinnysnursery]

[👻] bad dog | colby brock one-shot

paring : little!colby brock x toxic/abusive!cg!oc (+ some cg!sam, if you squint)

summary : pure angst just pure pure angst honestly

warning/extra tid-bits : emotional and physical abuse, crying, injury, abandoning a little, swearing, all hurt NO comfort

word count : 892

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (x's on the bottom are by @saradika-graphics)

a/n : I BLAME @nicksbestie THEY CALLED ME THE ANGST QUEEN AND I COULDN'T DISSAPOINT /j /lh ALSO in no way am i trying to romantize or glorify these types of relationships, i'm simply writing angst. (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

Colby gasped as he pushed away his caregiver’s hand- if you could even call her that. Caregivers didn’t yell at their littles, caregivers didn’t throw things two inches from their littles heads…and caregivers definitely didn’t make their littles shake in fear.

“Don’t push me away, I’m helping you.” She spoke, her tone only making the fear worse. “Go ‘way!” Colby sobbed, scooting himself further into the corner. His caregiver scoffed, standing up. “Fine, deal with your tantrum yourself.”

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

“No!” Colby screamed, pulling his wrist away from his “caregiver”. “Don’t you yell at me!” She yelled, grabbing a random object off the countertop and chucking it at the man in front of her. “Ungrateful piece of shit!” 

Maybe that was true. Colby did yell at her, which he knew wasn’t okay. It wasn’t respectful or kind…but he only yelled after she snatched his wrist so hard it brought immediate tears to his eyes. Colby looked down at his arm, now red and sore.

Why should he be grateful for that?

“I want to jump into blue water”

Colby sniffled as he wrung out the washcloth before bringing the damp cloth to his face. He looked down as the cold water trickled into the sink, he tapped his phone screen- frowning at the time.

1:30 am.

Sam would surely be asleep, he should be too. His mind was still clouded with a slight haze, leaving him halfway regressed. Jennifer had stormed out after throwing the glass cup at his face, threatening to never come back.

Was it wrong that Colby prayed it wasn’t an empty threat this time?

“And I miss riding horses,”

He missed filming videos with Sam- actually, he just missed Sam in general. Their channel was dependent on pre-shot videos…their friendship depending on iMessages and the occasional phone call.

Despite their phone calls only happening once a blue moon, Sam asked the same question every time. 

“You good? You sound tired, man.”

Colby promised him he was fine every time, not wanting to worry the blonde man. He’d done this to himself. He was the one who decided to follow Jennifier to Colorado, leaving his best friend behind.

 As Colby looked in the mirror at his injured cheek, he knew he wasn’t “fine”. 

“I miss running fast,”

Sometimes- just before Colby closed his eyes for the night- he’d think about his favorite memories with Sam. He knew it was wrong, he was the one who chose to move two states away. He’d chosen this life away from Sam. Colby knew if Jennifer ever found out, he’d be in for a whirl of hurt. 

Emotionally and physically. 

He always fell deeper into his regression before bed. If he had it his way, he’d be in his caregiver’s arms. It wasn’t always like this- Jennifer used to be nice. She used to hold Colby, reading him story after story until he fell asleep.

It was only after she got him far away from Sam that the throwing, yelling and periods of abandonment started. 

Colby sniffled, rubbing his baggy sleeve over his eyes to wipe away his tears. 

“Just think of Sammy, Sammy’ll make it better.” His brain told him.

He was right. He thought about running through the empty fields of Kansas with his best friend. When the two moved to LA together, they ran up and down their neighborhood street. Sam liked the exercise- Colby liked spending time with his best friend.

Sam had known about his coping mechanism, because of course he did. Sam wasn’t just his best friend, he was his business partner. Of course Sam knew about Colby’s regression.

Once he fell while running- which sent him straight into his headspace. Sam didn’t miss a beat in comforting the little, assuring him he was the “bravest boy in the word”. 

Laying in bed all on his own, tears streaming down his face, Colby didn’t feel like the bravest boy in the world. He just felt like an idiot.

“I pretended you were mine,”

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Sam’s voice told him, arms like pillows as he cradled Colby close. “Sammy?” The dark-haired man sniffled, looking up at his best friend. 

“It’s okay bud, Sammy’s got you.” The blonde promised him, holding Colby tightly. As if Colby would ever dream of leaving his best friend’s side again. “S-Sammy,” The little choked out, holding onto the blonde’s plush hoodie. 

Sam shushed him, fingers dancing in Colby’s hair. It was nice. It was soothing.

“I’ve got you bud, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Never again.” Sam promised, taking a deep set pressure off of Colby’s shoulders. 

 “It made me calm.”

Colby gasped, shooting up out of his sleep. “Sammy?” He called, looking around him and Jennifier’s room. 

Oh.

Him and Jennifer’s room.

Colby frowned, tears budding in the corner of his eyes as he attempted settling back into the empty bed. Sam wasn’t in Colorado, Sam wasn’t saving Colby from Jennifer.

Sam was nearly a thousand miles away, but tonight..tonight Colby would pretend he was right next to him, because it made the pain in his cheek- and wrist- and heart- hurt a little less.

Colby would pretend Sam was his caregiver tonight, because it made him calm.

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[impala666]

Cuddly Sasquatch

That's right! I'm back! At least somewhat. I've been needing some more Sam Winchester and there isn't nearly enough on here. I need something new to read so I just decided to do it myself. So that's why I'm here, to give Sam Winchester the love that he deserves! P.S. I 100% think that Sam would be a fan of The Office. Hell, they probably both are. But Sam just really gives of Office fan vibes.

The Winchester brothers and yourself had gotten home to the bunker after a pretty gnarly hunt in Omaha, Nebraska. It had taken over a week and a half to try and track down the vamps that were literally sucking the life out of folks. As soon as the three of you pulled into the garage of the bunker you beelined for the showers before the Dean and your boyfriend the Sasquatch could beat you to it. All of you came home covered in vampire blood, so you were determined to make it to the fresh, hot water before the other two could use it all up.

It was an hour or two later, now you were sitting up against the headboard of the bed that you regularly shared with Sam. You were finally in your pajamas, sitting in bed with the book you were currently reading sipping on a glass of wine. It was so nice to finally sit back and relax and not read a book about lore for the monster that you were hunting that week. You were blissfully in a fictional world, totally ignoring your current one.

“Hey, baby,” Sam casually greets you. Slightly breathy as he strolls into the bedroom in nothing but sweatpants and a towel wrapped on his head. His anti possession tattoo, proudly on display.

“Hey, hon. So you beat Dean to the shower first, huh?” You asked him, taking another sip of wine.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he took the towel off of his head and shook out the damp mop of hair on his head. “He really let me know it too, since he made sure to flush the toilet more than once to make the water hot as possible.” You giggled at the brothers childish antics as you turned your attention back to your book. Sam walked his way over to the dresser to toss on a t-shirt before turning the flat screen tv on.

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked him before he could lay down in bed next you and make himself comfortable. You looked up at him from your novel when you saw that he was looking at you, eyebrows raised, with the comforter lifted and paused. You knew that he was just about lay down next to you. “I’m empty.” You playfully pouted as you lifted your empty wine glass up to him and shaking it, hoping he loved your enough to get you a refill. Sam scoffed with a smile and glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head at you.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sam joked with you as he took your glass and walked out of the room get you a new glass.

“I love you too,” you yelled after him. Smiling to yourself as you continued to read. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you got with Sam. He was so thoughtful and kind and funny. All wrapped in a handsome ass package. You had hunted with the brother for years, and all of you had seen some crap so dark you all thought it would swallow you whole at some point. But 3 years ago, one drunk night, after Sam and you thought the both of you would die and world would end. The two of you spent some time in the back seat of the impala and the two of you had been together ever since. You were each other's light in the darkness.

When you felt a shift on the bed you looked up and saw the light of your life with two wine glasses. A new one for you and one for himself. Sam returned to finding something to watch on the television before the both of you went to bed. Of course he settled on The Office, it was usually his go to after a brutal hunt. Something lighthearted and funny. After an episode had been chosen, Sam settled and rested his head on his pillow. He glanced up at you still sitting up in bed reading your book, but that wasn’t what he wanted. So he debated on leaving you alone for .5 seconds, but ultimately took your book, tossed it to the floor on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Dragging you down so you were laying down next to him the moved from his own pillow and rested himself on your chest. 

“Sam! How rude, I was reading that!” You exclaimed, at first upset that he made you lose your place in the book. But as soon as the big lug rested his head on you, you didn’t seem to mind and you let out a little giggle.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll help you find where you were tomorrow.” Sam told you as he continued to get himself comfortable on you. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him. One hand rubbing his back as best as it could reach, the other running through his hair. You felt Sam relax as he let out a deep breath and give you a peck on your neck before turning his attention back to the screen. As you felt his long legs tangle with your own you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the forehead as you took a whiff of his still damp hair.

“Hmm, I love my cuddly Sasquatch.” You told him softly as you continued to rub his back.

“I love you too.” Sam quietly mumbled back as he was trying to focus on the tv and not falling asleep. But he couldn’t help it. The way your hands felt on his back and in his hair made him feel warm and safe. He was finally home. And he was home with his person. That was all he wanted for the rest of his life. No hunting, no monsters, just this. Happiness.

[sammylovesbendy]

i love your betrum design. i feel like he would tie sammy to a traintrack and laugh maniacally as he tells joey he has to pick between sammy and his 1 million dollars.

i dont think hed have chosen sammy even if hed said yes he just needed to know before he got run over

[destielomegaversebigbang]

Knotfest

Posting September 18, 2024

Fic by seasidemeow

Art by TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Every year, for mating season, neighboring packs come together to hold Knotfest, a festival where omegas in heat lie in tents and wait to be chosen by alphas. Like every year, Dean is dreading the festival. At least he would have enough free time to finish the crochet sweater he intended to give Sammy for Christmas.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Omega Dean Winchester; Alpha Castiel; Pack Dynamics; Knotfest; Mating Season; Anal Sex; Ritual Public Sex; Mentions of Underage Sex; Fluff and Angst; Open Ending; Happy Ending; Age Difference; Older Castiel; Mechanic Dean; Doctor Castiel;

Excerpt below the cut

"Okay," Castiel smiled back, burrowing closer to the omega. "What are we watching?" "Brooklyn nine-nine," Dean answered automatically. "Oh, I like that show." "Yeah, uhm," Dean hesitated thinking things over. He had to take the dildo out of him. "We could watch episodes until your next heat spike. I think that would be fun." "I… it's gonna be a while. I… I just had one." "Okay," Cas shrugged. "Can you pass the Chipotle Ranch Cheetos?" The alpha pointed to the stack of bags. "I… uhm, I got to take the fake knot out of my ass first." "Oh, I see, do you want my help with that?" "What?" "You have jalapeño Cheetos on your hands. I can assist with removing the toy. I don't think you want jalapeños in there." "Uhm, okay."

[r-i-03-17]

@yasammyweek Ok I guess this is a thing that exists, so I'm gonna contribute to it. Today's theme is a wedding, so I'm gonna write something that relates to that. This kinda caught me off guard but I'm gonna try my best. Enjoy

It has been about 8 years since Yaz and Sammy had "officially" gotten together, If you ask them they'll say they started REALLY dating after they made it back home, an agreement they made when they were still stranded on Mantacorp Island, in case either one (or both) of them hadn't made it, but basically everyone else agrees it was after they both brought their feelings to light. Either way it had been about 8 years, but for the past week, Yaz had been acting a little....skittish.

Yazmina was a woman of focus, commitment, and sheer flipping will. She had survived almost a year on an island full of dinosaurs, while having a sprained ankle for two of those months. She had faced down the Scorpius Rex, the Mosasaurs, and a really ticked off Galimimus (long story, but the dino had it coming). After all that, the almost dying nearly every day, why on gods green earth would a small wooden box with a diamond ring inside make her so nervous. She wouldn't even be the one receiving it, but the conclusion this poor nervous girl came to, is that the reaction of the person she wanted to give the ring to was what caused her nerves to shoot up. What would Sammy do? Cry, laugh, run, say no? All these possibilities were making Yaz more nervous than it would if she just asked Sammy the damn question "Will you marry me?". There's no reason for her to be this nervous right? I mean, the two of them have already been as intimate as you can get with another person, multiple times, so there was no grand surprise afterwards, no pressure to hold up to any "expectations" except of course actually showing up for the wedding....the wedding, the music, the people, the dresses, all the things that weddings involved made Yaz feel even more nervous. She had always considered herself the quote-un qoate "man" of the relationship, and as such she felt it necessary to perform the usual "man" rolls, she opened the doors to restaurants and vehicles for Sammy, made sure Sammy's truck was safe before she drove somewhere, and besides all that, had always gotten along better with Sammy's father, brothers, and nephews, than she had her mother in law, sister in laws, and nieces, though they all still got along well, but she had always found herself gravitating towards the guys, and had actually went to Sammy's father for advice on what to do for their first official date. But unfortunately, with Yaz fulfilling that role (that she was perfectly happy in, Sammy as well), that means it was up to her to propose. Great 😑.

Not really sure what to do, Yaz had chosen to try and distract herself from the thoughts racing in her head by going to lunch with Darius, Brooklyn, and Ben. Sammy was working and couldn't go, but insisted Yaz go and give them all a hug for her, which she had. As they sat down, the rest of the group noticed Yaz looked a little down, not that she was super bubbly to begin with, but she usually had more energy than this.

B: Yaz, are you ok?

Y: Yeah....I'm fine.

(obviously not fine)

D: Yeah sure, ok skip the BS and tell us what's up so we can help.

B: Dude, a little sensitivity would be nice.

D: What? She obviously has something that's bothering her, I'm just trying to figure out what?

B: Yeah but you can't just ASK, what if it was something sensitive?

Ben: Sensitive..... something kinda like a....ring...maybe?

Ben looked over at Yaz, who was now staring at Ben. And he instantly regretted it, Yaz had tears in her eyes, her cheeks red, and trying to compose herself as to not have a breakdown in the middle of a shopping mall food court. Yaz reached into her pocket, pulled out a small wooden box, and slid it across the table.

Y: Yeah, it's a ring. But I don't need it, it's not like I'd ever have a possibility of using it anyway....so take it.

She wiped her eyes and took a shaky breath and put a 20 on the table, asked them to pay for her food, and went to her car to go home.

Yaz made it to her truck, but didn't open it. Hand on the handle she looked at the reflection in the window, and it was a sad, sorry sight. Red in the face, tears running down her cheeks, crying like a 5 year old that had just broken her toy. What was she supposed to do? Go back to Sammy, the person that made her so happy, and dump all this on to her? And that's when the realization struck Yaz like a horse hoof to the chest, the reason Yaz didn't want to propose, wasn't because she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with Sammy, it's that she didn't want Sammy to be stuck with her. She's always been self conscious about herself, and in some ways that's a good thing, keeps a person humble, but it also can be a real pain for self esteem. Would Sammy WANT to be stuck with her for the rest of their lives, till death does them part? Why would someone like her, a beautiful, intelligent, friendly, girl from Texas want to spend the rest of her life with an introverted, relatively speaking average looking, sad nerd like her? There wasn't one, at least not one that Yaz could think of. So, she decided she wouldn't propose, and wouldn't put that burden on Sammy, so if at any time Sammy wanted to leave, she could. As corny as it sounds she'd rather Sammy be happy without her, then sad with her.

Yaz hadn't realized how long she had been standing with her hand on the truck handle, hadn't realized how long she had been crying, and hadn't realized how long her friends had been standing there, until Brooklyn had very gently put her arm on Yaz's shoulder, and was looking at her with so much concern that it almost made Yaz start crying again, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't, she was all dried up.

B: Yaz, we're so sorry, we didn't mean to push, we were just worried about you. I wasn't going to say anything, but the whole reason we came down was that Sammy was concerned about you. She said you'd been acting sad and wanted us to get you out of the house to see if you'd feel better. She's really worried, she was actually starting to think you had gotten tired of spending so much time around her.

Y: What? No, I....I didn't mean...I could never.....

B: Yaz, please tell us what's the matter, all we want to do is help you.

So Yaz did, Yaz told them EVERYTHING, every insecurity. All the hopelessness and sadness came out in one big, frankly depressing, story (including everything she said in her head, read above). At the end, Yaz was just sitting sadly on the tailgate of her truck, her friends sitting with her, looking for lack of a better term, dumbfounded and sad. They had all known Yaz had insecurities, who didn't, but they had no idea it ran so deep.

Y: So that's why I can't propose. I care about her, and I care enough to let her go.....I don't want to but.....

Ben: Yaz, kinda crazy question here, but have you... Idk......maybe mentioned ANY of this to Sammy, at all? Do you have any idea if she wants to get married?

Y: No, but I don't want to burden anything on her. And why would she want to marry ME anyways?

Nobody had noticed the black car that had pulled in the parking lot an hour before, and nobody had noticed the driver sneaking over and hiding behind the car beside them, listening to Yaz's entire story, every word since Brooklyn, Darius, and Ben had come out to comfort their sad friend. And nobody noticed the Texas girl hiding behind some strangers car, trying her best not to cry, and wanting to do nothing else but hug not just the girl she's been dating for 8 years, but her business partner, her other dog mom, and her best friend. But the little Texan girl couldn't stand it any longer and decided to set the record straight.

Sam: Yazmina Fadoula, are you kidding me?

Sammy stepped out from behind the car she was hiding behind, and gave a heart attack to the entire group sitting on the tailgate. Yaz started to get up but Sammy in no uncertain terms gave her a look that said sit back down......Yaz sat back down.

Sammy: So let me get this straight....the reason you've been acting depressed all week, the reason you come to bed later and wake up earlier than normal, why you aren't eating as much and acting super shy, is because you wanted to propose? And was worried I would laugh in your face, or reject you, or not want to be with the girl that I've been with for 8 years??

Y: Um....yes? Look it's not you Sammy, it's me...I was just....

Sammy: Oh I know, I heard the whole conversation, basically everything. I came her to pick up some food to surprise you, and I see you crying and looking at the truck, you didn't even see me drive by. I was gonna talk to you, but I saw them coming over to you, and figured they'd be better at getting you to open up.....guess I was right. I'm gonna be honest Yaz, why didn't you talk to me? We're a team, you're supposed to be able to trust me, and I know that's selfish that I just WANT you to trust me, but we've known each other for almost 10 years, even before we started dating......is it me? Am I driving you away, am I being too over bearing, I just wanted to help you, I didn't mean to be too much.

Now Sammy was crying, and Yaz felt like the world's biggest a**hole, beating herself up internally for not thinking about how this would affect Sammy. She knew Sammy was sensitive, and tuned into people's emotions, so she definitely knew Yaz was upset, but wanting to respect her privacy, hadn't pushed the issue. Yaz felt awful.

Sammy: You know the worst part about this, Yaz? This entire time I was scared you were getting sick of me....I thought you were seeing someone else.

Well if Yaz thought she couldn't feel any worse, she just got proven wrong.

Y: Sammy.....you thought that.....why would....

Sammy: What? See someone else?.....Yaz I heard everything you said, and the entire time I was wondering the same thing you were. Wondering why you'd want to be with ME? I'm just some yee-haw Texan rodio, banjo playing, chubby, middle of nowhere farm girl and there's a million girls just like me within like 20 miles of just like me, except prettier and cooler. I was scared to death that the only reason you were with me is because we were stuck on the island and once you had more people to choose from.....you'd leave. Yasmina I would LOVE to marry you, of course I would, but I still don't really understand why it'd be ME you'd pick out of everyone else. You're beautiful and smart and ACTUALLY talented, you have skills that are actually cool and unique, unlike me who can do farm things yeah, but so can everyone else.

Yaz sat with her mouth hanging open, in awe of that one, her girlfriend had the same insecurities she had, and two, that Sammy thought of herself like that. Yaz couldn't understand why the girl she was so worried about proposing to had never brought these issues up to her before. Yaz decided there and then that damn the consequences, whatever her future had in store for her, Yaz was going to make sure Sammy never had to worry that Yaz would leave her again. She walked up to Sammy and kissed her, a long kiss full of love and warm feelings that made butterflies fly in both of the girls chests.

Y: Sammy, I'm so so so so so so so sorry that I EVER made you worried about me leaving, ever made you feel insecure about yourself. With our friends and God as my witness I will do everything I can to make sure you never feel like this again. Brooklyn.......can I have my ring.

Sammy opened her eyes wide, Ben and Darius gasped and Brooklyn smiled as she handed Yaz the ring.

Y: With this ring I promise to be with you forever, for every sad day, when it shines, rains, or snows. Through every up and down, left or right, whatever happens I want this ring to symbolize how much I care about you... Sammy Gutierrez, can I put this ring on your finger.

Everyone was crying now, their friends, and some random people in the parking lot.

Sammy: Of course you can, but I have one request......Don't call me Gutierrez anymore.....it's Fadoula now.

Yaz smiled, slipped on the ring, and grabbed Sammy by the hips and hoiseted her up off the ground so they could look at each other, Sammy's legs wrapped around Yaz's hips and her arms rested on her shoulders. The parking lot whistled and hollered, horns honking and lights flashing to celebrate the couple.

Sammy: Hey Yaz?

Y: Yes Sammy?

Sammy: I think the chicken thawed in the back of my car.

Everyone laughed, and Brooklyn, Darius, and Ben all drove home with Sammy and Yaz to stay the night. Brooklyn was thankful that Yaz had soundproofed her and Sammy's bedroom wall, and Yaz kept her promise and made sure that Sammy knew every bit of her was as beautiful to Yaz as anything else.

They went to the town office the next day and made it official, and Sammy bought Yaz a ring.

Woooo, that was a long one, I hope everyone enjoys my contribution to @yasammyweek. See y'all later

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No One Else

Emily and Aaron are on a well deserved vacation before their baby arrives.

When someone flirts with her on the beach, Emily refuses to let it ruin the rest of their stay.

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Hi friends!

Just some good old jealous/insecure Aaron content that leads to smut. Please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 4.7k (this really got away from me we all know i can't help myself with the world building)

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, 18+

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“Mama don’t go!”

Emily feels her heart ache as her little boy snuggles deeper into her side where they are cuddling on the couch, the two-year-old’s face buried in her chest as she holds him close. Even after all this time, almost five years since she’d stepped into a maternal role in Jack’s life, she still wasn’t used to the specific kind of guilt that came with being a mother. A heavy weight on her chest whenever she made a decision, even something as simple as going on a well-needed vacation with her husband. 

“Sammy, honey, it’s just for a few days,” she says, pushing his dark hair out of his face, smiling when it flops back onto his forehead, “And you’ll have so much fun with Jack and Aunt Jessie.” 

Samuel frowns as he pulls back, the expression making him look so much like Aaron she finds herself having to suppress a smile, “Baby sissy’s going.” 

Emily presses her lips together as she looks at her son, her other hand drifting to her rounded stomach, “That’s because your sister lives inside of me sweet boy,” she says, her smile finally breaking free, “She has to go wherever I go.”

Her pregnancy was one of the main reasons she and Aaron had decided to go away on vacation, both of them well aware their life was only going to get even busier in three months when their daughter was born. She was excited to spend some time with her husband, to soak up alone time with him and have a few days where they were just Emily and Aaron, not Mom and Dad or Prentiss and Hotch.

It also didn’t hurt that they’d chosen to go to Barbados, the chance to soak up some winter sun almost as appealing to her as spending the next several days watching her husband walk around in swim shorts. 

Samuel sighs and snuggles in closer to her again, making sure he’s as close to her as he can be with her bump in the way, “Miss Mama.”

She presses a kiss to the top of his head and holds him tightly, burying her face in the top of his head and smelling the scent of his shampoo, “I’ll miss you too, baby,” she says,” kissing the top of his head again, “But we’ll call every day.”

Any further conversation is cut off as Jack comes bounding into the room, the sound of Aaron dragging suitcases through the hallway following shortly behind him.

“We’re ready!” Jack says as he sits next to Emily on her other side, his smile wide, “I helped Dad pack.”

Emily smiles as she wraps an arm around him, tugging him closer. She knew his keenness to help out often outweighed how helpful he was, but he was insistent on helping to get the bags packed, especially since Aaron had refused to let Emily help.

He liked to claim it was because she was six months pregnant and needed to rest, but she distinctly remembered him refusing her help for their honeymoon too and she wasn’t pregnant then. He often said she couldn’t pack to save her life, something even she could admit was true, and he’d pack her go-bag for cases too back when she was still in the BAU before she switched departments when Samuel was born. Dave always joked that the first inkling he had that something was going on between them was the lack of wrinkles in her clothes, the fact they’d clearly been packed with a level of care she rarely had the energy for as she stuffed her go-bag whenever they got a call. 

“Thanks for being so helpful, sweetie,” she says, kissing Jack’s temple and smiling when he tries to shift away from her, on the edge of being a pre-teen, the first signs of finding his parents embarrassing starting to make themselves known. She winks at him as she pulls back, “I was just telling Sammy how much fun you’ll have with Aunt Jessie whilst Dad and I are on vacation.” 

Jack smiles, catching on to the fact that she wants his help to convince his little brother that everything will be fine. He leans forward to look at Samuel, a look on his face that Aaron would say was all her. 

“Sammy it’s going to be so fun,” he says enthusiastically, “And Aunt Jess will make cookies for us.” 

Samuel’s eyes light up for the first time since she’d sat down with him on the couch, “I love cookies.” 

Emily hears a chuckle from the doorway and turns to find her husband standing there looking at him, a smile on his face that never failed to make her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with their daughter rolling her belly. 

“First smile all morning and it’s because of the thought of cookies,” he says, winking at her as he walks over, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to her lips, “He really is all you.” 

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, fighting a smile as Jack laughs and Samuel joins in, even though he doesn’t understand, “Careful, honey. You’ve got to be nice to me or I won’t be nice to you.” 

His smile only gets wider as he stamps another kiss to her lips before he stands up straight, “Ready to go, sweetheart?” 

She nods, pulling her sons closer for a moment, enjoying the feeling of them against her for the last time in a few days. 

“So ready.”

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Emily sighs contentedly as she settles onto the sun lounger, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin and the shift of her daughter in her belly. She places her hand on her bump and rubs a circle over it, the soft material of her black swimsuit warm against her palm. 

“This is much better than the freezing cold at home, huh sweet girl?” She says, her smile widening when she feels a kick in response. She looks up, pressing her lips together as she watches Aaron walk back towards her from the shoreline, water glistening on his skin from where he’d taken a dip in the ocean to cool off, “The view is much better here too.” 

Aaron smiles at her as their eyes meet and he starts to walk quicker, kicking up some sand as he makes it to her side, always keen to be as close to her as possible. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over her, his gaze lingering on her bump and curves accentuated by pregnancy. He knew she was somewhat self-conscious of her appearance these days, somehow more aware of it this time around than she had been when she was pregnant with Samuel. She always rolled her eyes when he said she looked beautiful, or when he stared at her a little too long, but he didn’t think he’d ever loved her more. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him as his eyes meet hers. 

“I can’t help myself,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her, smiling into it when she hooks her hand around the back of his head, holding him closer as she tastes the salt water on his lips. He pulls back, “You know you in a bathing suit is my weakness,” he says, sitting on the edge of her sun lounger, careful not to overbalance it. He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes, barely hiding a smirk when she shivers, something they both know has nothing to do with the cool water transferring from his skin to hers, “You remember our honeymoon right? We had Sammy 9 months later.” 

She shakes her head and laughs at him, “I remember I wore a lot of barely-there bikinis in our private villa,” she says, sighing as she looks at her bump, running her hand over it again, scrunching her nose up at the sight of her one piece, “Not this…tarp of a one piece.” 

He’s careful not to laugh, clearing his throat to stop the sound from escaping as he shifts his hand to her stomach, smiling as he feels their daughter move.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, leaning down to kiss her bump, both of them laughing when the baby kicks a little harder than usual, “You’re beautiful too princess, don’t worry,” he says to the bump before he sits back up, smiling at his wife as their eyes meet, “Do you need me to go get you anything?” 

She hums as she thinks about it, her mind drifting to the delicious, but sadly alcohol-free, cocktail she’d had when they first arrived at the beach. It was frozen and sweet and exactly the kind of thing she was currently craving. 

“Maybe a drink?”

He smiles and leans down to kiss her before he stands up straight, “That overpriced juice they put in a blender and have the nerve to call a cocktail?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She smiles and reaches out for his hand, squeezing it tightly, “You’re the best baby daddy.” 

He rolls his eyes lovingly as she lets go of his hand, “Don’t call me that, I’m your husband.” 

She chuckles as he walks away, her enjoyment at winding him up never dulling even for a second. She lays there, eyes closed as she idly thinks about how they’ll need to top up their sunscreen soon, when she senses a shadow loom over her, blocking the sun. 

“That didn’t take long…” she trails off as she opens her eyes and sees a man who definitely isn’t her husband standing over her, a smile on his face. He’s tall and blonde, and his smile lets her know he’s far too sure of himself. She sits up a little, her band against her bump protectively as she does so, “Can I help you?” 

He sits down on Aaron’s sun lounger, clearly not picking up on her immediate defensiveness, “Hi, I’m Dan.” 

She presses her lips into a firm line, “Hi Dan. Can I help you?” 

He smirks and she raises an eyebrow at him, “You can start by telling me your name.” 

It’s one of the rare occasions when she’s grateful for how she was raised, how she can control her facial expressions, how she can stop herself from scrunching her nose up in disgust at this man who was flirting with her. Not only was she visibly pregnant, but she and Aaron hadn’t exactly been shy in their affection for each other since they’d arrived at the beach a few hours ago. They rarely had the opportunity to be this affectionate with each other outside of their home, both of them so intensely private that they wanted to keep them for themselves. Largely out of view from their friends who still found their relationship fascinating even after all this time. 

Here it didn’t matter. No one knew them. They were just a couple on the beach like so many other people, taking the opportunity to seek out the sun in winter. 

She forces a polite smile on her face, “Look, Dan. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I’m really not interested.” 

His smile doesn’t falter his he runs his hands through his hair “Come on, I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than with Mr Serious who you’re here with.” 

Her polite smile fades, and she glares at him, her shackles rising at the way he was, admittedly gently, making fun of her husband. She liked to point out how serious Aaron was sometimes, softly smiling at him when he was particularly stern, but he was her person to make fun of, no one else’s - something that Derek and Dave had come up against more than once. 

They still brought up the time she’d locked them in a supply closet for joking that Aaron needed to lighten up after a prank gone wrong.

“Firstly, that man is my husband,” she says, raising her left hand so he can see her rings, her bump clearly not enough for this man to leave her alone, “Secondly, he’s an FBI agent. We both are actually.” 

She watches as Dan’s eyes go slightly wide, his smile slipping away slightly, but before she can say anything else they are interrupted.

“Thirdly, he’s standing right here.” 

She turns to see Aaron standing just a few feet away from them, his glare nowhere near diminished by the fact he has a brightly coloured cocktail in each hand, the tiny umbrellas sticking out of them almost shrinking under his sternness. She can tell by his expression that he’d heard more than she would have wanted him to, a flicker of hurt in his eyes that makes her even more irritated at the man who had decided to interrupt their afternoon. 

Dan stands up, all of his confidence gone as he clears his throat, muttering an apology under his breath as he stalks away without looking back. 

Emily looks at Aaron again and watches carefully as he stands frozen in place. She gives him a second to move and when he doesn’t, she gently prompts him, “Please tell me one of those drinks is for me?” 

He looks at her and nods, smiling tightly as he passes her the drink intended for her, “I decided to get one too,” he says, sitting down on his sun lounger, his eyes drifting back to where Dan had wandered off, “Although mine has tequila in it.” 

She groans, enjoying a taste of the frozen drink as she smiles at him, “Lucky,” she blows out a breath, desperate to relieve some of the tension, “It’s good you arrived when you did, he really didn’t take a hint,” she has another sip of her drink, “Who hits on someone who is not only visibly quite pregnant, but also obviously here with someone?”

He smiles tightly at the incredulous tone of her voice as he looks back at her, “What did I tell you, sweetheart,” he says softly, “You’re beautiful.” 

Despite the compliment, she can see the sadness still lingering in his eyes, and she has half a mind to find Dan on the beach and give him a piece of her mind.

___

Despite his attempt to hide it from her, he’s grumpy for the rest of the day. 

Not with her, never with her. He’s soft and kind and loving as he always his, his hand on her lower back as he guides her into the hotel’s restaurant, his smile soft as he pulls her chair out for her. 

He’s grumpy with everyone else. An edge to every look he throws to anyone who interacts with her, a tone in his voice when the waiter who has served them the last couple of nights brings the drink she always orders without asking. 

She lets it go, deciding not to mention it until they get back to their suite. Her final straw is when she shows him a picture of the boys playing in the snow in Jessica’s yard on her phone and it fails to lift his mood. Emily sighs as she sits next to him on the couch, her hand on his thigh as she squeezes it.

“Okay, honey. Talk to me,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him when he frowns, turning to look at her with confusion in his eyes. “Look, I’m usually happy to let you wallow as long as you need to, but we’re only here for another couple of days and I’d like to enjoy the rest of our time here without you glaring at anyone who interacts with me.” 

Aaron sighs and he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself as he gives himself a second. He places his hand on hers on his leg and links their fingers together. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, opening his eyes and looking at her, guilt licking at his insides at the concern that was shining in her eyes, “I just can’t stop thinking about the guy on the beach.” 

She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and she actively ignores how she feels her cheeks start to heat up. They were both prone to jealousy from time to time, and she knew she wasn’t completely innocent, but it feels even more ridiculous than usual. 

“Aaron,” she says softly, cupping his cheek and making him look at her, her thumb tracing back and forth on his sun-kissed skin, “You have nothing to be jealous of,” she says, “Nothing at all. Your third kid is currently using my organs as punching bags,” she smiles at him, “I think that should count for something.” 

He turns his face and kisses her palm, “It’s not that I’m jealous,” he says, and she raises both brows at him, her disbelief painted across her face and it makes him choke out a laugh, “Okay, it’s not only that. I…it’s just you could do so much better than me. That’s all.” 

It was something he’d grappled with since they got together. Emily was everything. She was beautiful, smart, kind and for a reason he’d never quite been able to figure out - completely in love with him. It wasn’t that he doubted, not for a second, but he didn’t understand why. 

She could do better than him, and everyone knew it. 

She frowns, choking on a disbelieving laugh as she shakes her head at him, “Honey, that’s not true.” 

“That guy was right. I’m too serious, even when I don’t mean to be. We were on the beach on vacation and a stranger was still able to pick up on it.”

Emily stares at him and she leans forward, resting her forehead against his, “I love that you’re serious. I love that the boys are too,” she pulls back to look at him and she moves their joint hands to her bump, “I hope she’s serious too, something is going to have to be to counteract the fact she’s half me.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “Em.”

“I mean it,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “I love you,” she kisses him again, firmer this time, smiling into it when she feels his hand shift to grab at her hip, “I’m all yours.” 

He groans, tightening his hold on her hip, “All mine.” 

“All yours,” she whispers, kissing him again, licking her tongue over the seam of his lips, sighing contentedly when he gives her access, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. They lose themselves in each other, hands drifting under clothes, grasping at familiar skin. She pulls back breathlessly, her teeth digging into his lower lip as she pulls at it gently. She smirks as she puts some space between them. She stands up, her smile turning soft as he immediately stands with her, his hands on her hips as he guides her up. She links a hand through his and tugs him towards the bedroom. “Come with me.”

He kisses her as they walk, paying close attention to her throat, his hands drifting down her sides as they go, “So beautiful,” he says, any insecurities seemingly gone for now as he grasps at her skin through the floating material of her dress, “All mine.” 

She turns in his arms when they reach the foot of the bed and she kisses him fiercely. Her hand drifts down his abdomen, and she smiles when she palms him through his pants, tasting his groan as he subconsciously thrusts towards her, half hard and already straining. 

She pulls back to look at him, gazing up at him through her long lashes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she unbuckles his belt, “Usually I’d get down on my knees for you,” she says, stamping her lips against hers, her bump pressed between them, “But I think I’d never get back up,” she lets his belt fall open and then unzips his pants, stepping backwards to sit on the edge of the bed, her face level with him as she pushes his pants and boxers down past his hips, “So this will have to do.” 

Aaron grunts as she wraps her hand around him, pumping him up and down a few times, her thumb spreading a bead of pre-cum over the tip of him, “Em-”

Anything else he was going to say is cut off as she leans forward, taking him into her mouth. He grunts, his hands automatically finding her hair and threading his fingers through it, thrusting slightly against her face. 

“Jesus, baby,” he says, closing his eyes as she swallows around him, her nose against his pubic bone before she pulls back, sucking in a breath as she looks up. Her eyes are shining and a trail of spit is connecting her lower lip to the tip of him, and she’s never looked so beautiful, so his, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

She smiles and sucks in another breath, leaning in again and taking him back down her throat. She bobs her head up and down, using her hands to pump him in tandem, as familiar with his body as he was with hers. His grunts and grip on her hair spurs her on, his words strained as they fill the air around them. 

“Em. Fuck. Mine.”

She can feel him start to lose control, his grip on her tighter, his thrusts stronger. He pulls back from her, leaning down to kiss her, smirking at the disappointment he tastes on her tongue, only partially masked by the taste of himself. 

“I was having fun,” she grumbles breathlessly, and he chuckles, kissing her again before he pulls back, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands, and she nods, shedding herself of her dress and underwear as quickly as she can, watching him as he gets rid of his pants entirely. When he's done he looks at her, barely suppressing a growl at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, her eyes wide and hazy with arousal as she stares back at him, her stomach rounded with their child, her breasts bigger than they usually were, “Turn around.” 

She smiles, the wave of arousal that floods through her at the instruction making her shiver as she does as he’s told her to. She turns and rests on her hands and knees, one of her hands briefly on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable, desperate to ease some of the pressure on her back. Before she can think about it any further Aaron is there, a pillow that he’s somehow grabbed from the top of the bed in his hands as he slides it underneath her, allowing it to take the weight of her belly. He kisses her cheek, the action tender, soft. Intimate in a way she’d never experienced with anyone other than him. She turns her head to kiss him, capturing his lips against hers, and she smiles softly when he pulls back. 

“You okay?” He asks, voice rough with want as he controls himself for a moment, her comfort always his priority, and she nods, stamping her lips against his for a moment. 

“Yes,” she replies, “Please, Aaron. I need you.” 

He kisses her, fiercer this time as the brief moment of tenderness disappears, and then he’s gone, his warmth shifting from her side to behind her. She grasps the sheets in her fists as she waits, the anticipation making her blood fizz under her skin. She almost screams when he licks through her from behind, her fists impossibly tighter around the sheets as her head falls forward. 

“Fuck, Aaron,” she says, her hips twitching as he pulls back, a chuckle pressed against her lower back as he kisses it. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he says, lining himself up with her, trailing his tip through her teasingly, “And I’ve barely touched you.” 

“Please,” she repeats, on edge already, her heightened hormones making her usual desire for him almost ridiculous, her body almost shaking with it. 

When he pushes forward they both moan, the familar stretch of him enough to make them both pause, taking a desperately needed moment to try and gain back some control. He presses his body against hers, his chest draped over her back and his hands over hers, his fingers locking with hers on the mattress.

“You feel so good, Em,” he mutters, his forehead against the top of her head, “Like you were made for me.” 

She grunts, clenching around him as he stays maddeningly still, every nerve in her body poised to catch fire as she tries to encourage him to move. She tilts her head upwards, his forehead now against hers, his harsh breath skipping across her face, and she smiles at him. 

“Show me,” she says, pushing her hips back into his, “Show me how I’m all yours.”

It works just like she knew it would, pushing him to start moving his hips against hers, any teasing forgotten as he does exactly what she’d asked of him. It’s hard and fast and everything she wanted, driving her embarrassingly close to the edge already. 

“You’re mine,” he grunts, his skin slapping against hers as he continues to push his hips into her. He moves one of his hands between them, circling her clit, smirking against her as she gets impossibly tighter around him, her hips stuttering as she gets closer, “Come for me sweetheart,” he mutters, his touch getting firmer, “Cum for me and then I’ll fill you with even more of me.” 

His words, combined with his palm on her belly, tip her over the edge. She comes with a scream, something she tries and fails to muffle as she collapses forward her arms giving out from under her as she presses her face into the bedding. 

He comes seconds later, both of them groaning as he does so, and he slows his hips against hers, dropping a kiss to her temple as he tries to catch his breath. He stays there, still leaning over her for a second before he kisses her cheek, then her jaw, before he pulls back. 

“Wait there a second,” he says, walking towards the ensuite bathroom. 

He makes quick work of cleaning himself off and then reaching for a fresh towel before he walks back into the bedroom. He smiles to himself when he sees she’s still lying exactly as he left her, and he sits next to her on the bed, his smile turning into a smirk when she jumps slightly as he cleans her off, a smugness to his expression that has her rolling her eyes as she turns to look at him. 

“You okay?” He asks again, throwing the towel across the room before he lays down next to her, helping her adjust the pillow so she can lay on her side and he can curl up behind her. 

She hums and nods, tilting her head to kiss him, “I’m perfect,” she says, kissing him again, “So are you.” 

Aaron shakes his head lovingly at her and places his hand on her bump, smiling against his wife’s cheek as he feels the baby moving, “She’s kicking a lot.”

Emily smiles as he looks at him over her shoulder, placing her hand over his on her stomach, “She always moves like crazy after you make me cu-”

“Em, please,” he says, cutting her off, his eyes wide, “You know how I feel when you say that.” 

She giggles, capturing his lips in a kiss, “This is the second time I’ve been pregnant,” she says, squeezing her hand in his, “When will this stop freaking you out?” 

He kisses her, content to have her in his arms, pressed up against her like this. Any concerns he’d had earlier, that he knew would return again, as they always did, were gone. Vanquished because of her, his balm for any worries like she always would be. 

“I guess we’ll just have to keep going until we find out.” 

She smiles as she kisses him, and they forget about everything other than each other. 

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Author’s Note: Request from the lovely @bizzielisteningtogreta for some dom Sammy. Ask and you shall receive, my friend 🫡 This is unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. (I wrote this in one sitting so there’s probably a lot lmao)

Summary: After a night of relentless teasing, Sammy shows you who’s really in charge. 

Content Warnings: Cussing, talk of being drunk, edging, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. and f. receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom Sam. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3590

Preview: 

“Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. And if you’re a good little girl for me, I’ll let you cum. Understood?” 

You nod quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

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The thing is, you’d been asking for it all night. Sam was always so sweet to everyone, and he rarely got angry or upset – even when his brothers were being particularly annoying. Even in the bedroom, Sam is usually pretty soft – preferring to take his time and treat you “like the princess that you are,” as he often says. But there’s a darker streak in Sammy, brewing under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And sometimes, you just can’t help but to provoke him in the hopes of getting to him. And tonight you needed it. 

You’d started off pretty simple. The two of you were headed to a dinner party – an important one, where lots of influential executives would be present. It was a fancy event, and so you’d chosen to slip into a little dress that you know always drives Sam crazy. It’s the dress that you had worn on your first date with him, and it definitely carried with it some… pleasant memories of your first night together. You stood in front of your floor length mirror, admiring the way the dress accentuated your curves. You felt beautiful. And Sam was quick to agree with you. 

“You look divine, y/n.” He’d said, slinking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know I love this dress.” 

You turned your head and nuzzled into his cheek. 

“I know.” You said simply, before pulling away from him to grab your shoes. You made sure your back was to him as you leaned over, giving him a nice view of your ass. He hummed in approval before leaving to go and grab his keys. 

Your next opportunity arose during dinner. He was sitting next to you, his attention on some manager you didn’t know as the guy was sharing a very boring story about something or other. You reached your hand stealthily towards Sam, thankful that the tablecloth could cover what you were about to do, and placed your hand innocently on his thigh and squeezed. He turned to stare at you sharply, but you turned your head away – pretending not to notice as you asked Josh how his day had been. You couldn’t see Sam, but you could easily imagine the way his eyes were probably narrowing at you. 

Eventually, he looked away and you took the opportunity to slide your hand farther upwards, brushing your fingertips over his clothed dick. You felt him twitch in his pants and he slammed his knee into the underside of the table. You whipped your hand away as everyone turned to stare at him. 

“Sorry, guys.” He muttered, cheeks flaming.

You kept your eyes deliberately pointed away from him the rest of dinner, but you could practically feel the holes his eyes were burning into the side of your head. 

It didn’t take long for yet another chance to tease Sam arose. Danny had suggested that the band head out to a little bar down the road to spend some more relaxed quality time with each other. Life tended to get a little crazy for the boys, and they were often looking forward to getting to spend time with each other in places where things were a little more laid back. 

“Do you want to come with us?” He’d asked as you all rose from the table. 

“Only if you and the guys don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

Sam smiled, the tension from earlier momentarily forgotten. 

“We’d love for you to come.” He grinned. 

He placed his large hands on your shoulders, sliding behind you to exit the cramped dining area. As he moved, you shifted your hips back into his, sliding your ass against his crotch. 

“Oh sorry, babe!” You said as he jerked back. “I didn’t realize you were trying to get around.” 

You turned from him quickly and began walking towards the door, glancing back for a moment to see him standing there, rooted in place with his jaw hanging open at you. 

“Coming?” You called. 

He shook his head and followed. 

The bar was a smaller place, far more intimate than the snooty restaurant where you’d eaten. It had a lounge area off to the side of the bar equipped with several tables and chairs and pool tables. Danny and Jake were quick to challenge each other to a round, and Josh declared he would play the winner. 

“Wanna play, y/n?” Sam asked, placing his drink down on the table. An idea – a terrible, wonderful idea began to take shape in your head. You slammed back the last of your drink before rising from your seat. 

“Sure! But I haven’t ever really learned how to play.” 

Sam grinned at you. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

The two of you walked over to the other pool table and Sam pulled the triangle off its hook, placing it on the table and gathering up all the balls. You grabbed two sticks off their wrack on the wall and handed one to him. 

“First things first, someone has to break.” He said, rounding the corner of the table and settling into position. He struck the cue ball, sending all of the others rolling in different directions. A striped one sunk into the far right pocket. “And since I got a striped one in, I’ll be aiming for the striped ones for the rest of the game and you’ll be aiming for the solid ones.” 

He walked around the edge and lined his stick up again.

“If you make one in the pocket, you get to keep going until you miss.” 

You nodded, fighting to keep your face straight. 

“What about the black one?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and giving him your best innocent eyes. “Do you win if you get it in one of the pockets?” 

He hit the que again but none went in. 

“Not quite. You only try to sink the black one if you’ve gotten all of the others into a pocket. If you hit it in before that, you automatically lose.” He walked over to stand beside you. 

“Your turn.” 

You lowered yourself, purposefully getting too low and lifting the back end of the pool stick up high. 

“Like this?” 

“Not quite.” He laughed, coming up behind you and pushing the end of the stick down. “You wanna try and keep this as level as possible, otherwise you’ll hit too low on the ball and it won’t go straight.”

You nod and purposefully miss the que. 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed. “Sam, I don’t like this game at all!” You said, turning to face him with a laugh. 

“You’re just mad because you’re not automatically good at it.” He gave you a rueful smile. “Try again.” 

You got into position, again making sure to get too low towards the table. You drew back to try again but Sam stopped you with a hand on your elbow. 

“Wait. Try and straighten your posture a bit. That might help.” 

You shuffled your feet even closer to the table. 

“Like this?” 

“Like this” Sam said and he grabbed your waist and shifted you back slightly. You allowed him to maneuver your body into the proper position. He didn’t move away once you were settled and you took the opportunity to again shove your ass into his crotch, purposefully adding some force to it. Sam let out a choked groan as you struck the que, sinking one of the solids into the pocket. 

“Y/n…” Sam whispered dangerously in your ear, lips just barely grazing your skin. 

“I did it!” You cried, turning to face him in excitement, doing your best to act as though you had no idea what you had just done. Sam’s eyes met yours, ablaze with thinly concealed anger. You walked away from him, lining up to shoot again. You sunk two more balls in a row before missing the third. 

“You already knew how to play pool, didn’t you?” Sam asked, voice strained with frustration and annoyance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said as you breezed past him to grab a sip of your drink. 

The game continued on, and everytime it was your turn you made sure to stick your ass out, allowing your dress to ride up on your thighs. You won easily, completely outclassing your distraught boyfriend. 

The night drew to a close with Jake completely drunk off his ass and Josh quickly catching up to him. 

“I guess I should take these two home.” Danny said, coming up to sit beside you as you watched the twins playing a drunken game of pool where neither of them had any chance of actually hitting the cue. Sam was sitting to your left, cooly sipping his drink with his free hand clenched in his lap. 

“Need some help? Josh and Jake are a handful when they’re not totally hammered.”

“Nah, I got ‘em. You and Sam go enjoy a night off.”

“Thanks, Dan.” You say as you rise to give him a hug. “Call if they get too hard to handle.”

“I will.” He laughed before turning to Sam to say goodbye. 

“Hey! Thing 1 and Thing 2!” You call, walking over to the pool table. “Me and Sammy are headed out!” 

Josh and Jake both turn to you, both voicing their disappointment at your departure. 

“Lame. The both of you.” Jake says, capturing you in a side hug. “You guys be good.” 

“Or be good at it.” Josh says, wrapping you in a goodbye hug of his own. He’s always a touchy drunk, and you allow the hug to go on longer than is usually deemed normal. You give him one last squeeze before extracting yourself from his grip. You turn away, only to be met with the angry face of Sam Kiszka. He strides over to you, eyes blazing, and grabs your wrist tightly. 

“Let’s go.” You comply, allowing him to drag you out the door. 

The car ride home is completely silent. Sam stares resolutely ahead, jaw clenched and his grip on the wheel tight. You stare at him a moment, admiring the way his hair frames his face. The moonlight accentuates his jaw, highlighting its sharpness. You look away, clenching your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Sam pulls the car into the driveway of the house, and you exit the vehicle quickly. You unlock the door and step inside. As soon as the door closes behind you, Sam slams your back into the wall. You drop the keys and they make a loud clatter that seems deafening in the silence. 

“What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam asks through clenched teeth, leaning in close. You can feel his breath on you, he’s so close. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, the tremble in your voice betraying how excited you are.  

“You know exactly what I mean, y/n.” He says, reaching a hand up to rest on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is there if you misbehave even more.  

“First, you wear this damn dress,” he says, eyes raking up your body. “Then, you purposely embarrass me at dinner by pulling that little stunt under the table cloth. A dinner, I might add, that had a lot of very important people.” You whimper as he leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. “And then, you grind your ass into me not once, but twice!” He bites your earlobe lightly, the sting making even more wetness flood between your thighs. “Then,” he says, barely above a whisper, “you and I both know that you lied about not knowing how to play pool. Just so you could tease me even more.” 

“Sammy…” You whimper, your cunt throbbing with need. 

“Don’t “Sammy” me.” He growls, twisting you around and pressing you face first into the wall. “You don’t get to say anything – especially since you decided to top all this off by getting all touchy feely with my brother.” 

You whimper, pushing your hips back into him. You can feel his cock, hard and straining, through the fabric of his pants. 

“Nope.” He says, pulling away from you completely. “Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. Then, if – and only if, you’re a good little girl for me, will I let you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

You hastily clammer away from him, taking the stairs quickly up to your shared bedroom. You rip your clothes off before taking a seat on the bed. You wait. You can’t hear anything from downstairs and you wonder what he’s doing. You reposition, lying back against the headboard. Still, he doesn’t come up. You reach your hand between your thighs, seeking to soothe your aching pussy. You circle your clit a few times, eyes closing at the relief. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

Your eyes snap open and you rip your hand away from yourself. 

“No.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“No, sir.” 

He walks to the middle of the room and stops. He’s not taken any of his clothes off yet, and you can’t help but wish you could see more of him. He watches you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you all wet and needy. 

“Come here.” 

You rise, and pad over to him softly. 

“On your knees.” 

You do so, chest heaving with anticipation. You look up at him expectantly, but he says nothing. There’s a challenge in his eyes – a look that you rarely get to see on him. He’s waiting to see if you’ll take the bait. You have half a mind to say nothing. But you need him too badly to mess around anymore. 

“Need it, sir.” You say quietly, eyes begging. “Need you to fuck my mouth.” 

Sam smiles wickedly. 

“Well, do it then.” 

You nod and reach your hands up to his zipper slowly. You pull it down and unbutton his pants, sliding them down to his thighs. His cock is tenting his underwear, and you palm it, relishing the heat radiating off him. You slide his underwear down as well, just enough so that his cock springs free. He’s hard as a rock. You wrap your lips around him, sinking down on him as far you can go. Tears spring to your eyes but you don’t pull back. You use your hand to wrap around the base and begin bobbing your head. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. Sam reaches down and tangles his hand in your hair – the sting a welcome sensation. He starts off slow, little thrusts of his hips into your mouth. You groan, and the vibrations make him moan loudly. 

“So needy for it, aren’t you?” He asks. “So needy for my cock.” 

He begins to fuck into your mouth fully and your jaw aches with the effort. You flatten your tongue, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he moans your name. 

“Oh fuck.” He says lowly, before pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. 

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, baby.” He says, pulling his pants and underwear back up. You comply, laying on your back and allowing your knees to fall open. He climbs onto the foot of the bed and sits on his knees between yours. You feel so exposed like this, completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on. But, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed feeling so vulnerable. 

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so, y/n.” 

“Yes, Sam.” 

He dives between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy, just barely grazing your clit, He presses a heavy arm over your belly, keeping you pinned to the bed. He suckles on your clit, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to rip itself from your throat.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all those filthy little noises fall from your mouth.” 

He swirls his tongue expertly around your swollen clit, before plunging it into you. You moan loudly, toes curling in pleasure. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you’re tempted to not say a word. But his warning from earlier plays through your mind so you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. 

“Sammy, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, throwing your head back in agony as he pulls his mouth from you. 

“Good girl.” He says, wiping his mouth. “Deciding to not be a brat for the first time tonight.” He chuckles before swiping his fingers through your folds. 

“You’re so wet, y/n. And all for me.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, savoring your sweet taste. 

“Only for you.” You say breathlessly, looking at him nestled between your thighs. 

Without warning, Sam sinks his middle finger into you, the burn quickly turning to pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. Before long, his index finger joins and he brushes your inner walls, finding that sweet spot that always drives you mad. Mewls and whines fall from your lips like prayers. Normally, you might be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, but your need to cum overrides any other thoughts you might have. He brings you to the edge once again, this time sensing it on his own and pulling back. Over and over again, he edges you – bringing you so close before pulling away completely. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you want to sob. You lose count of how many times he brings you to the precipice of falling apart. Tears run down your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing with the need to cum. 

“You’re doing so good for me, y/n. So good. Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” 

“Yes! Please, Sammy. Please.” You moan, hands clenching the sheets at your sides. 

“Ask nicely.” He tells you, his voice thick with his own desire. 

“Please, Sammy. Sir. Please let me cum.” 

“As you wish.” He says, and you could sob with relief. “But you’re gonna cum on my cock. And only after I do.” 

You nod vigorously as he undresses, tossing his clothes onto the floor. His dick is red and pearly drops of precum fall from the head. He slides the blunt tip of his cock through your folds, gathering the wetness there before plunging deep into you. You both moan as he bottoms out. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Feels so good around my cock.” 

“Move, Sammy.” You groan, “Please.”

Sam pulls almost completely from you before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a brutal pace, the power of his thrusts pushing you upwards each time. You wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his back to pull him even closer. His face is flushed and  little breathy moans fall from his lips. You’re completely gone, cock drunk and desperate. Sam’s thrusts grow erratic and sloppy as he pounds into you. Your mind is empty of thoughts other than Sam’s name and desperate little pleas fall from your mouth with every thrust. His brows are clenched together in concentration, cock sliding in and out of you at a relentless pace and you need to cum so bad you want to scream. Sam’s eyes move from your face contorted in pleasure to your sopping cunt. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you coupled with the desperate whines falling from your lips brings him to the edge. He moans as he finally cums, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. 

“Fuck. Shit.” He whines and your own orgasm tears through you. You let out a pornographic wail of his name as the pleasure courses through you. You clench around him, causing him to whimper as you milk him for every drop. 

The both of you just lie there for a moment, catching your breath. You’re both sticky with sweat and your releases. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, slipping out of your abused cunt. “You did so good.” He brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. 

“Holy fuck, yeah.” You say breathlessly.

“Let me go get a towel to clean you up.” He says, rising from the bed. “Can I bring you anything? Food? Water?” 

“Nah, Just come cuddle.” 

He laughs and nods his head before heading into the master bathroom. He emerges a moment later with a damp washcloth and carefully cleans you up. 

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard?” He says with concern, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. 

You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you, giving him another kiss. 

“I’m sure. Besides, I asked for it.” 

“You could’ve just told me that you wanted it like that, you know. Instead of messing with me all night.” He says, settling into bed beside you. 

“I could’ve.” You said, rolling on your side to face him. You tucked some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Sam laughs and shakes his head. 

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know. But you love it.”

He smiles softly. 

“Yeah. I do.” 

[welldonebeca]

The Pack (II)

Summary: Sam and Jess decide to spend Spring Break with you and Dean and finally - after a good night together - join your pack. And you all mate. Of course. WC: 3.7k words Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Tension. Hurt/Comfort. Flirting. Lactation kink. Masturbation. Spanking. Degrading kink. Foursome. Exhibitionism. Praising kink. Alpha/Omega Mating and Omega/Omega Mating. Smut. Vaginal sex. Oral sex. Breeding kink.

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You smiled at Jess when she sat between you and Sam, waiting as Dean set up whatever he had chosen for you all to watch.

"What's it about?" she asked.

You giggled.

"No idea," you shrugged. "Today is his day of picking what we watch."

Sam and Dean seemed to have settled their differences and were back to their normal selves now. You are all in comfy clothes now, waiting on your big bed-like couch.

"Place your bets, though," you joked, eyeing her with a little smile. "I think it's a western."

Jess's version of comfy was very skimpy, though. It made you regret trying to stay more covered up.

"I present to you," your husband announced. "No Country For Old Men."

Jess cooed in excitement, snuggling with Sam as he sipped his fourth cup of hot chocolate.

"Cold, Sammy?" Dean asked. "That's a lot of hot chocolate."

Sam's cheeks pinked.

"Your cocoa is really good," he mumbled.

"Oh," Jess perked up. "Can I have some?"

"Oh, yeah... sure."

You felt your cheeks hot when Jess took a sip and moaned a little.

"Oh, this is good," she praised. "Dean, that's very good cocoa! And the milk!"

Dean chuckled.

"Fresh milk from the nearest farm," he affirmed, not a full lie. "I'll make sure to get more while you two are here so we have enough."

You exchanged a look with him, who smirked.

"My favourite," your husband winked to you.

She giggled, giving Sam the mug.

"Thank you, Dean."

"Now shut up, everyone," he hopped by your side. "It's starting."

You pulled away from Dean and scooted closer to her, who just left Sam too.

"Everything alright, Jess?" you whispered.

"Warm," she mumbled, eyes shifting, and put her head on your shoulder. "You smell good, you know that?"

"I got a new shampoo," you told her.

"No," she moved closer, practically snuggling you now, and put her head on the crook of your neck. "Really nice. You smell really nice."

You adjusted yourself, leg between hers, and her chest just pressed against yours.

"Really good," she squirmed her hips.

You licked your lips, reflexes just making you do like Dean when you snuggled him like that, holding her hips and Jess cupped your face randomly with her hands, looking at you achingly.

"Please," she whispered.

You kissed her right away, and her lips were still sweet from the chocolate made with your milk.

Jess ground her hips against your thigh, tiny shorts warm and feeling a little slicky with each movement.

You were never dominant in the bedroom, but before you could overthink things, Jess took the lead, moving her hands over your body hungrily.

"More?" you panted, confused.

She pushed your robe away.

"Want more of your milk," she pulled your dress gown down, groping your tit. "Tasted so good."

You moaned.

What a smart Omega, she was.

"Of course."

Jess moved her lips down, thighs still moving against yours mindlessly, and you moaned when she wrapped her lips around your nipple, licking and sucking it hungrily, and your milk was quick to flow into her mouth.

It was only then that you looked at your husband and his brother, realising you weren't alone.

Sam and Dean were shocked, but positively. Looking like they were seeing something wonderful.

Oh, Alpha men…

Sam most definitely heard what Jess had said, and was looking at his cup and you, again and again.

"Omegas," he groaned.

You moaned, cunt flooding wet.

"Alpha," you reached out to Sam. "Please?"

Sam tossed his empty mug away before throwing himself at you, kissing your lips hungrily as his Omega drank your milk hungrily.

He gripped your chin, lips so rough you imagined he was desperate as he kissed yours, nearly overwhelming you with his suddenness.

Jess raised her hips from your thigh for a brief moment, and when they came back, her cunt was fully rubbing in your skin.

"There you go, good girl," Dean cooed. "Get yourself off on her thigh."

Sam pulled his mouth from your lips, rising down your neck, and you could see Dean behind Jess, speaking into her ear.

"How about we get you out of these," Sam hummed, pulling your robe away, and pulling you gown up.

Jess whined when he made her take her mouth away from your chest, but she was soon back to it once you were undressed, and Sam put his hand between your legs.

"And this," he growled, just ripping your panties.

You whined at the roughness, but it only made you wetter.

Suddenly, Jess's mouth was moved, and she whined in protest.

"Let Sammy have a turn, you greedy brat," Dean chuckled, pulling her to his lap.

"But she has two," she whimpered.

Dean held her close, spreading her legs.

"Don't make me spank your pussy," he threatened her.

Jess pouted and you whined.

Oh, you loved when Dean spanked your pussy.

"Oh, we don't..." Sam raised his head to look at him. "We don't do that."

Dean straight up laughed.

"Oh, how boring of you," you scoffed. "You know, Jess... my Omega loves it. It makes her leak like a tap and cum oh so sweetly."

She squirmed on top of him, and you could see how she was dripping slick.

"Do you want me to try it with you?" he purred into her ear. "Want me to spank you good?"

"Please," she pleaded. "I want it, Dean, please."

You rubbed your thighs together, needy, and Dean didn't miss it.

"Spank my wife's pussy, Sammy. Let's see who can make their Omega cum first."

More milk trickled down your chest and Sam licked it eagerly, hand still a bit soft on you.

"You want it, baby?" Dean hummed.

"Please," Jess begged. "Please spank my pussy."

"Harder, Sam," you whined.

Jess cried out in pleasure, and you arched your hips, jealous.

"Don't wanna hurt you," he tried to justify it.

"You won't," you assured him. "Please, please, Sam."

He hesitated, and an idea sparkled in your mind.

"Show Dean that you can spank me better than he can," you commanded him.

Sam looked at you, eyes sparkling with a challenge, and said nothing, just smacking your pussy like he meant it.

His hands were softer than Dean's - he was, after all, not a farm boy - but he still had a firm grasp, and you were moaning soon enough. But Jess was much, much louder.

"See how she likes, Sammy?" Dean hummed. "She's just a little Omega in my arms, right Jess? My needy slut, sensitive and hungry."

Your cunt squeezed around nothing at the degrading praise.

"Dean," you whined.

"Sammy doesn't treat her well enough," he cooed. "And he is being just as not-nice to you, baby?"

Sam growled.

"He denies you of so much, doesn't he?" your husband continued as Jessica cried and squirmed. "Won't even put a pup in your belly."

Her eyes rolled back.

"Please," she cried. "Dean!"

"Say it, baby," he purred. "Tell him what you want, but a good slutty Omega."

"Want a baby," she cried. "Wanna be bred, please, please. Fill me up with a pup."

Sam softened, moved by the conversion, and moved from you to kiss her.

Jess came very loudly, shaking on top of Dean.

You would find it cute if you weren't so on edge from being denied.

He moved to his girlfriend quickly, and you pouted, but Dean didn't leave you alone for long.

"Guess the happy couple needs a few minutes to celebrate," he hummed, hand already between your legs to rub.

"Alpha," you whined. "He didn't do it right."

“Oh, I know," he mocked you. "Sam is such a meanie, not slapping your pussy.”

You pouted at him, but didn't stay mad for much longer when he started smacking you the way you liked it.

"Dean," you cried.

“Don’t scream so loud, baby," he instructed you. "Hear them."

“Jess..." Sam moaned into her mouth, kissing her passionately.  “I’ll give you so many babies, sweet girl.”

“Yes, Sam, please!" she ground against his hips. "Want your big babies, want them so badly. Please, please."

You came, shaking on top of him, though your cunt still ached, needing to be filled.

“Dean?” you whined, squirming. “Please? Fuck me?”

“Shh, Omega,” he cooed, kissing your neck and shoulder. “Look at them. Watch them.”

He pushed his fingers into you, fucking your cunt at the rhythm Sam was pounding into Jess.

“Feel how hard I am, baby?” he ground his cock against your ass. “Gonna fuck you deep.”

“Please,” you whimpered.

Jess’s voice was loud when she came, taking your focus right to her.

“Sam,” she cried, wild as she shook on top of him. “Alpha, yes, please, please. Cum in me. Fill me up, knot me up, please, please. I need your knot, I need it, please, I need it.”

He had his face buried in her chest, sucking on her breasts.

Oh, how big would they be when she got pregnant? She was already bigger than you before you got pregnant!

“Cum again,” Sam growled. “Not gonna knot you ‘til you’re just a sloppy mess of me, Omega.”

Oh, the poor thing.

Your eyes narrowed down her cunt, watching as Sam’s cock went in and out of her.

“Sammy?” you found yourself calling him. “Can you turn her around? Please?”

Sam raised his eyes to you, seeming surprised with your request, and chuckled.

“You want to see her cunt better I fuck her?” he asked, eyes dark. “What a slut you are.”

“Please, Sam,” you whined, feeling mouth watering. “Please turn her around?”

He did, manhandling her to face you, making her bounce on his cock, and you took a glimpse of her tits before focusing down to her pussy again, and raised yourself off of Dean, crawling between her legs and holding her legs open.

Jess looked down at your face with a pleading pout, and nodded at your silent question before you stuck your tongue out and licked her folds and clit.

She moaned so pretty, sounding like those porn stars in Dean's videos, the ones he had on his computer.

You ate her out, trying to focus on her clit the way Dean played with you.

Now, hers wasn’t the first pussy you ate, but it had been quite a bit since you did, and you never ate one while the girl was being fucked.

Sam moaned behind her when you gave her clit and good suck, and pushed his fingers into your hair.

“Just like that,” he growled. “Gonna make our little slut cum while she is bred.”

So you did, licking and sucking her clit, holding her open, taking a little bit of her taste at each lick, and didn’t stop when she screamed your name.

You felt it as she came, and you pulled away just to watch Sam’s knot forming and filling her up before going back into devouring her, not stopped by her movement anymore. You only had a couple of licks and sucks before Dean pulled you back.

“Enough cunt for you for now,” your Alpha commanded.

You whined.

“But I wanna make her cum again,” you looked back at him.

Oh, to make her squirm on Sam’s knot, overwhelmed with the touches but locked into place, unable to do anything but cum and cum and cum…

"How about you make me cum, huh?" he teased you, like a big jerk, and you moaned when he made you sit fully on his cock.

“Dean,” you panted.

His cock stretched you quickly, thick and hot, demanding space inside you.

“Let’s make her watch,” he made your bounce. “Look at her, milky slut.”

You did, and Jess was watching your chest with hypnotised eyes as your milk dribbled down your skin, licking her lip and nearly drooling.

“Oh, she wants my little fleshlight so much,” he cooed.

Sam chuckled, smiling at the scene.

“Look at that, baby,” he slapped her cunt. “Left your cunt for cock.”

She pouted, and whined when he slapped her again, apparently learning his lesson now.

“She’s always been a needy cockslut, even when she acted like she didn’t want it,” he accused you. “Denying all the Alphas, making them all crazy for her and never giving them the littlest bit of attention.”

Your cheeks felt red, and he laughed, rubbing her clit hard.

“Look at her,” he spoke into her ear. “Must have fucked so many other Omegas while we all thought she was an innocent little virgin.”

You closed your eyes, head falling onto Dean’s shoulder, and your husband nibbled on your neck, scraping the skin of your mating gland.

“And now she’s an eager milk slut just for her Alphas,” he pulled your head back, showing your unmarked neck to him. “Maybe we should edge her up until you are ready to bite her, Sammy.”

He pulled one of your arms, exposing your wrist.

“Or maybe we will wait for you to take your claim, Jessica,” he suggested. “Do you want that? Uh? Be bonded to our milk slut?”

You squirmed.

Oh, he would let you claim her and be claimed by her too?

“Please, Jess,” you squirmed. “Want you, wanna be a pack.”

Dean laughed behind you, breathless.

“What, baby, no words to Sammy?”

Fuck, and Sammy too!

“Alpha,” you whined. “Wanna be theirs. Sammy…”

“Omega,” he hissed between his teeth, jaw tightly clenched.

“Make me yours too,” you panted, feeling close to an orgasm at the thought of being claimed by them.

Not just Jess, not just Sammy. Both.

“Please,” you cried, Dean’s cock pulsing inside you.

They moved closer to you, and you devoured Jess’ lips the moment they touched yours, holding her by her hair, but you were sent over the edge when you felt Sam’s teeth sinking into your neck.

You came right away, and Jess kissed you right through it, holding you close.

“Good slut,” Dean growled, sounding like he was trying to hold back behind you. “There you go, there you go.”

You felt yourself be filled up with his cum, but didn’t feel his knot, which was very confusing.

You were very puzzled when he slipped out of you, almost at the same time Sam pulled back, thought Jess stayed in place.

She kissed her way down your neck, licking your freshly bitten gland, and you whimpered, feeling your cunt fluttering around nothing, leaking cum already.

“Bite me,” Jess whimpered, though you weren’t sure it was to you or Dean. “Wanna be yours.”

You opened your eyes when you felt her being moved, and watched as your husband raised her ass, pushing her to lay by your side with her hips up and face near yours.

“Go on, baby,” he looked at you. “I’ll get her neck. You take her wrist.”

An Omega’s neck was usually reserved for their Alphas, but not their wrists. Their wrist were for their Omegas.

The deep bond of two people sharing a designation who want to show their fidelity to one another in such a sensitive and weak spot, where any bite out of place can be dangerous.

You took her wrist in your hand, sniffing her skin to find her gland until, and Jess moaned when you licked it, teasing it and teasing it to make it puffy.

She was so sweet against your lips. You had never tasted such a sweet thing before.

“Please,” she moaned.

You looked at her, tongue out, lips teasing her growing gland.

“Gotta see it,” you told her. “Gotta make sure my Omega is perfectly ready to take my bite.”

You heard Sam’s moan before you felt him spreading your legs, cock resting over your wet folds.

It was just then that you realised they had switched, and gasped when Sam nuzzled against your neck, licking his bite.

“I am,” she pleaded, eyes watery. “Please, Y/N, bite me.”

“Go on, Omega,” he moved his hips, not pushing into you but rubbing his cock all over your wet cunt. “Bite her. Take her.”

Dean pulled your free wrist, licking and sucking on it, and you rolled your eyes back, suddenly needy.

He let you go, though, maybe to show you how much of a tase you were being with your Omega.

“Please, Omega, please,” Jess pleaded.

You sunk your teeth into her skin the moment Sam pushed the tip of his cock into your cunt.

Jess cried out loud when you claimed her, sounding animalistic as she did, and you opened your eyes, finding your husband buried in her neck, and you didn’t need to see much more to know he had claimed her at the same time as you.

“Ours now,” he growled.

Your vision started getting hazy with pleasure as Sam slammed into you, and you moaned when you felt sweet, delicate lips on your wrist.

"Jess," you squirmed.

"Gonna claimed you," she promised, a single hand moving down your belly to play with your clit as Sam fucked you. "You're gonna be my Omega now. My own milk slut."

You trembled, closing your eyes, blinded by desire. Her lips were relentless, merciless as she sucked and licked your sensitive wrist, but not giving you want you wanted.

You could feel your tits still leaking, and cried in pleasure when Sam wrapped his lips around your nipple.

"Jess," you pleaded. "Please, bite me. Please, Omega."

Why wouldn't she take you? You needed it, you needed her mark, her claim.

Her finger played with your clit mercilessly.

"Bite Sam," she commanded, voice cut by her moans and the sounds of Dean fucking her hard. "Bit him and I'll bite you. Claim our Alpha."

You claimed him eagerly and cried in pleasure when Jess did the same to you, cumming around Sam's cock just a second before he knotted you, buried deep inside you.

"Fucking boy," Dean laughed. "Already knotting her, couldn't even hold back."

Sam huffed, hips still shaking over you.

"You try not cumming being claimed," he growled.

But you shushed him, brushing his hair with your fingers.

"Good Alpha," you cooed, panting. "So good."

Sam rested on top of you, exhaustion finally hitting you two as Dean kept torturing Jess, fucking her slowly.

"And here I thought you would be another load into our sweet Omega before she claimed me," your husband mocked. "Now I gotta keep your cum nestled into her until you're up again."

You ran your nails over his scalp and Sam whimpered into your neck, hips twitching.

"You like this, Sammy?" you cooed, ignoring them for a bit.

“I like you,” he hummed, and raised his head to look into your eyes. “I love you.”

You smiled at his sweet confession.

“I know,” you caressed his hair.

He kissed you, and you rubbed your nose on his when Sammy caressed your growing belly.

“Dean, please,” Jess whined.

You looked over at them, and your husband was holding her close to his body, holding her head back,  pining her by her hair, so she wouldn’t bite him.

“Wanna claim you,” she pleaded. “Please, Dean.”

Your husband chuckled, breath shallow as he fucked her very slowly.

“Just gotta lay down some rules, sweet omega,” he affirmed simply. “I’m not like Sammy, you know that. I’m the head Alpha of this family.”

She pouted, trying to grind her hips on his.

Oh, poor girl, she was just all needy.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“I’m not all sweet and gentle, sweet Omega. I’m here to protect you. Been doing this since I was a pup, I’m not going to stop just because I’m sharing two Omegas with my little brother.”

Sam scoffed, annoyed.

“He also has a big ego,” he huffed.

Dean just ignored him.

“I value your opinions as part of our pack, but I will always be protecting you, even if it means doing things that annoy you. Any of you.”

Jess nodded, and he kissed her sweetly before letting her hair go, showing his unmarked gland to her.

“Go on, sweet Omega, claim me.”

She put her head on his neck eagerly, and you watched in near awe as your husband’s face showed his deep pleasure when she bit him, and he grunted darkly in a way you knew too well.

“Fuck,” he held her close, hands nearly bruising her skin.

“Told ya,” Sam quipped. “Gotta be a machine not to cum with an Omega’s teeth on your neck.”

Dean scoffed.

“Well, got her bred up,” he pointed out.

Jess stiffened and Sam chuckled into your neck.

“Oh, shit,” she gasped.

Dean moved back, looking at her face, and raised his eyebrows to her.

“I took my pill today,” she confessed, and though you couldn’t see her face, you knew she was probably embarrassed.

Your husband stared for a while, and you held your giggles in response, but Sam just laughed aloud.

“We’ll throw them away tonight,” Dean decided. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

“I do,” Jess agreed, nodding. “I do, I really do.”

Sam raised his head from your neck.

"You still want to go tonight?" he asked, shocked.

Your husband smirked.

“What, two knots in a row is too much for you?”

Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean sighed.

“But you’re right, we should let them rest,” he petted Jess’ hair. “I think our sweet Omegas had enough cock for the day.”

He picked Jess up and adjusted her in his arm before looking at Sam.

“Get her too,” he told him. “We have a big mattress. You two can fit right in.”

Jess gasped, squirming.

“You don’t have to,” she tried to argue.

Dean pinched her nipple right away.

“Hey,” he chastised her. “No back talking.”

You giggled, and held onto Sam’s shoulders as he carried you up.

“You better get used to that,” you told her. “Dean’s very good at spoiling us.”

She nuzzled onto him and you exchanged a little look with your husband.

"And punishing too."

He chuckled.

"I only punish brats," he pointed out. "And you won't ever be a brat, will you?"

"Never, Alpha," she promised him.

Sam snorted, scoffing.

"Are you kissing me? You are the brattiest Omega I've ever known!"

Dean shook his head.

"Don't worry, Sammy. I'll work that out of her."

Sam snorted.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” he held you. “You’ve never seen Jess during New Year’s.”

Your husband didn’t look affected at all.

“We’ll see,” he promised.  “We have a whole week, after all.”

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Fraternity Fever

Jake X Reader

CW:weed, alcohol, oral, sexual intercourse

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Chapter 5

Jake POV

You grabbed her hand as you walked to your Jeep. You were always the driver when the whole group decided to go somewhere, it had been decided that it was safer than letting the others drive, and plus when you drove you got to choose exactly when you all went home. Jayden and Josh had decided to drive separately. You watched as Y/N sat in your passenger seat, and Danny and Sam climbed into your backseat.

“She took my seat!” Sam whined as he closed the door, a scowl on his face.

“Sam, shut up! I’m literally paying for dinner,” she joked, turning her head slightly to look at him, her eyes glistening in the sunlight.

“Yeah, Sammy boy, shut up!” you chuckled back and slowly put your hand on her thigh while pulling out of the driveway.

It wasn’t too long of a drive - only about twenty minutes - before you decided where you wanted to go. Of course, Sam wanted some weird indie place where they choose what you eat. You all had settled on somewhere quiet, somewhere that wouldn’t be too busy. Live music was a common occurrence here, and thus it was somewhere that you went quite often. It was a good way to learn about new bands and become introduced to new kinds of music.

As expected, it wasn’t too busy when you walked in. Only a few of the tables were taken, and there was still a booth available in the back corner. A soft sigh left your lips in relief. You were seated quickly, you and Y/N across from Danny and Sam. You could constantly feel their eyes on you, watching your every movement. Your hand didn’t leave her thigh as you perused through the menu. The conversation had slightly lulled, catching the two boys whispering to each other, sneaking glances at you.

As Sam’s face began to contort into a smile, you swiftly shot your leg out, connecting with his shin. He jumped, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“Hey! What was that for?” he complained, like a child who had just been scolded.

“You know exactly what that was for, now be quiet, it’s time to order.”

As the waiter made his way over, you noticed his eyes perusing through the group, before finally landing on Y/N. You found yourself feeling a pang of possessiveness, moving your hand from her thigh, to wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling her into you slightly. She didn’t seem to notice the interaction, simply calming under your touch. The waiter seemed to catch the message quickly, turning his eyes to Danny.

As the boys ordered, you leaned towards her, whispering the cheesiest line that you could think of - “So, I guess you’re not on the menu?”

She chuckled, shaking her head at you. You would have given your life to replay that moment over, and over - her laugh filled your ears, and left them ringing. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard and you couldn’t help but want to do everything in your power to hear it again.

Y/N POV

You found yourself feeling almost anxious around him. Yeah, you had spent time alone with him before, but this felt different. This time he had made a choice. He had chosen you over his fears. You replayed the conversation over, and over in your head.

“I’m here, and I’m here for good.”

You didn’t fight the smile that came across your lips, taking a moment to look over at him as the waiter explained the specials of the night. His eyes were beautifully illuminated in the dim, warm lights. His hair had been pulled back behind his ears, resting on his shoulders. You could have spent the entire night just looking at him.

“Helloooooooo…. Y/N?” a voice interrupted your train of thought. You flinched, finding the eyes of Danny to be looking back at you.

“Oh! Uh.. I..” you began, falling over your words. You had been too caught up to decide what you wanted to eat. You turned towards Jake for help, who quickly obliged.

Somehow, he ordered perfectly for you.

You hummed a quiet “thank you” before resting your head onto his shoulder, the smile returning to your face. You were right where you wanted to be and you couldn’t have been happier. As the boys spoke amongst themselves, you found yourself looking around the restaurant - you hadn’t been here before.

A couple was sat in one of the booths across from you, leaning on their elbows, talking to each other in quiet whispers. They seemed content - with not a single care in the world. Your eyes softened as you watched before turning your attention back to your own table.

“Y/N, what’s got you so distracted tonight?” Sam asked, a slight tinge of concern in his voice.

“Oh, I’ve just got an assignment due soon, trying to come up with a title for it” you replied, almost impressing yourself with your ability to lie on the spot.

In reality, it was Jake.

The way that his hand had found a resting place on your shoulder. The way that his thumb was running over and back, across your arm. The way that he looked at you, with the love of a thousand suns within his eyes. He listened to you like you were the only person on earth, hanging on to every word like it would be the last thing that he would ever hear.

Oh how quickly things can change.

Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t have let you even look at him twice, and here you were, resting on his shoulder, talking to his brothers.

As you considered how the situation had changed, two more joined you. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly.

“What took you two so long? We ordered for you,” Jake spoke before you could, almost as if he was reading your thoughts.

Josh frowned slightly, before jumping into a rant about the traffic, how Jake was impossible to follow when he was driving, how Jayden had picked terrible music, how you hadn’t told him what restaurant you were going to.

“You’re such a diva,” you giggled, poking him as he slid in beside you. He was quick to protest, causing Danny to laugh, shaking his head. It wasn’t long before the food came, sitting up in your seat in order to reach the table.

As you removed yourself from him for a moment, you saw Jake’s face frown ever so slightly in your peripheral vision. You smiled softly at him, resting a hand on his knee, seemingly calming his mind.

Sam ate like he had never been fed before - finishing his meal in inhuman speeds. As he sat back, he pulled his phone from his pocket, clearly typing, before elbowing Danny. Catching the hint, Danny pulled his own phone out, clicking onto a notification, and laughing.

Jake POV

As you followed her eyes, towards where the boys were sat, it quickly clicked that they were texting each other. And so, you flew up in your seat, grabbing the phone from Danny and sitting back down. In fairness to him, he did his best to grab it back from you, almost leaping over the table, before giving up, both him and Sam hanging their heads.

Fuck Ass Sam: No bro they’re literally eye-fucking each other there’s no chance theyre not getting it on ill bet you ten dollars rn

You: Yeah sure LMAO you know what he’s like. Lick em’ and kick em’

Fuck Ass Sam: PLSSSS bet or no bet?

You: Okay fine, bet.

Fuck Ass Sam: I’m just gonna ask him

You: No you won’t that’s the dumbest thing you’ve said all day, what would you even ask?

Fuck Ass Sam: “Hey brother are you fuckin’ that girl bc if youre not im gonna!”

As you read the texts, your eyes shot up. “Wow.” you hummed, turning the phone away from her so that she wouldn’t see. You didn’t want her to know the way that the two of them spoke about her.

You sat up in your seat once more, before locking the phone, and placing it back down onto the table.

“I’m going to say this once, and let me make it crystal fucking clear. If I ever see you, or hear you talking about her like this again, you’re done. You’re out of the frat, and you’re out of my life. I’m not fucking playing.” Your voice was still, noticing Josh turning around to look at you.

He pulled the phone back up from the table, unlocking it, and reading over the texts. He hummed quietly, nodding his head.

“Let’s not fight right now, guys, come on, let’s just eat, we can talk about it later,” he offered, clearly doing his best to deescalate the situation. He knew better than anyone what your temper was like, and how quickly it could get nasty.

“I’ve got nothing else to say. I’ve said my piece,” you replied, taking the phone from Josh’s hands and pushing it across the table back to Danny.

Noticing Y/N’s eyes on you, you turned, before shaking your head slightly. “Believe me when I say that you don’t want to know.” She nodded slightly, before returning to her previous position, eating her food in silence.

“Dude, calm down. It was just-” Sam began, moving his hands as he spoke. A frown fell over his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to explain himself. Danny cut him off quickly, elbowing him into the ribs.

“Let it go. Let it go.” he repeated, before Sam finally gave up.

As you turned away from them, you heard a quiet whisper from Danny. “I’ll try to talk to him later.”

The meal seemed to drag on after the interaction, filled with awkward silences only interrupted by Josh rambling on about his day.

As soon as it was over, you almost raced to the car, the rest of them piling in after you. Josh suggested dropping Jayden back home, which Y/N agreed to, saying that she was going to stay over for just a little longer before going home.

Unlocking the door, you made your way inside, her hand in yours, before sitting down onto the couch. Sam followed after, sheepishly. He knew that he was in trouble, and he would take Josh being mad at him over you any day.

You stared at him as he sat onto one of the seats across from you, Danny joining soon after. They exchanged glances between each other, clearly not wanting to be the first one to speak.

“Jake, we were only joking, we didn’t think you’d actually read them,” Danny began, his voice low.

“Yeah, we were just playing! You two have been so weird and confusing and…” Sam chimed in, before his voice trailed off.

“I don’t care that you were joking. You said what you said. You know better than to play with these kinds of things, Danny. And you, Sam, I would have thought that you would have learned your lesson after last time.”

You remembered the argument that had been started once you found out that Sam had been sleeping with Ashlee. It had been the worst fight that the two of you had ever had, ending up sitting in the kitchen with Josh as he ran a wet rag over your knuckles, apologizing over and over.

It had taken months for you two to calm down at each other and had very nearly torn the entire family apart.

As you spoke, Sam’s face dropped. He seemed to have forgotten about what had happened and how you had reacted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Jake, I swear, never again!” he argued, his face soft. You nodded your head towards the two of them, before speaking once again.

“You were warned after the last time what would happen if I ever found you trying to pull that shit again. We won’t be talking about this again, this is your final chance, and I mean it.” Your voice was cold as you spoke before you pulled yourself up from the couch, leaving the two to stew in their thoughts.

Y/N followed you up the stairs, having not said a single word to anyone since you left the car. You could tell that she was confused, but certainly preferred that over her knowing what had actually happened.

Y/N POV

You walked after him, finding yourselves on the balcony once more. The breeze infiltrated your skin, forcing a chill up your spine.

He sat onto one of the chairs, pulling you down onto his lap. You pulled your knees up, laying across him, his fingers gently wrapping around strands of your hair, pulling them through before allowing them to fall once again.

“Are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” you asked, your voice quiet. You could tell that it had had an effect on him - you’d never seen him speak to anyone like that, especially Sam.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s over now. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he replied, planting a soft kiss onto your forehead. It was clear that he was doing his best to protect you. You trusted him, taking his word for it.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, before the cold finally got to you. He noticed your shivers, picking you up with ease, and making his way inside. He shut the door behind him, before sitting you onto the bed.

“Jake I gotta go, I told Jayd-” you began, before he pulled you into him. He was warm, and his touch made you completely lose your train of thought, relaxing into him.

“Just text her n’ tell her you’re busy,” he hummed, his voice low. He had buried his head into the crook of your neck, barely able to hear him.

“I can’t, I gotta-” you began once more, being cut off once again.

“Stay with me. Please”

With that, your mind was made up. You stayed with him that night, intertwined with each other. Each and every time you would stir, his arms would wrap around you once more, pulling you further into him.

He tended to speak in his sleep, mumbling about the most random things. You found yourself laying awake into the early hours, turning around to face him. You knew that you’d be tired in the morning, but in all honesty, you didn’t care. You just wanted to watch him, to take in everything that you could about him, his face had softened significantly. He had pulled his hair into a low bun to keep it out of the way. Even his smell was enchanting - you found yourself inhaling deeper than you thought that you could, wanting to remember each and every moment that you had with him.

He had you wrapped around his little finger, to say the least, but it was right where you wanted to be.

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A perfect match?

“A perfect match?” Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 3: What Now?

Summary: Y/N and Dean each talk about their impressions on the choosing ceremony.

Chapter warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, piv, no expression of consent, rape I guess, choking, knotting, claim g, ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 2.7k

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Y/N p.o.v.

Upon waking up you felt that today was different, you felt like today would be the day you have been waiting and prepared for ever since you were admitted to the care facility in Texas.

After rising and getting ready a Beta nurse came into your room, followed by an Alpha doctor who smiled down at you: “You were chosen for the ceremony today. I will only be doing one last check up to ensure you’re in perfect health and afterwards you are supposed to follow the nurses orders.” After asking a couple questions and the check up, consisting of measuring your weight and taking a look in your throat, as well as other things, the doctor declared you healthy and gave you a paper cup filled with liquid.

You looked at him with questions in your eyes but dared no to say anything and gulped it down: It tasted like peppermint. Then following the nurse to the showers she told you to wash and style your hair, as well as shave your body, she left you to do so. After following her orders, you blow dried your hair and took the silk robe that was laid out for you and then left the room. Outside were two other girls, one a little taller than you with brunette hair and long legs, the other a little plump with short hair. All of you were dressed in the same silk robe. You then followed the nurse towards the ceremony room, where each of you got their own seat. The nurse left you and your body felt very sleepy afterwards but your mind was wide awake. They probably gave you a sedative to make the whole process easier and more bearable for you.

Meanwhile Dean is driving towards the facility:

He absolutely hating what he was doing today, Sammy only encouraged him during the drive to the facility. He was an Alpha as well but since he was younger than Dean himself he didn’t have any trouble with his ruts yet. Never ever would Dean have gone to decide over a poor girls fate if he hadn’t nearly died during his last rut. The older he got the more they troubled him, as in physical pain and really high fevers. Sammy even brought him to the hospital because he didn’t know what to do. The doctor there asked if Dean had mated yet. After answering he was strongly advised to get an Omega to help him through his ruts because at 33 his body needed, it ached, after having a mate, after bonding.

“Sammy, I really don’t know about this. We can’t possibly have another person to look after. It is difficult enough already to keep us safe”, Dean said in his low rumbling voice, looking straight ahead over the road the two were driving on in his Chevy Impala. “Dean, I am quite certain you will do the girl a great favor claiming her”, his brother answered. “But why do you think so?” “Well, there are a lot of bad people out there. I think you will give your mate a good life and care for her well. Stop worrying so much and do what’s best for your health. If you guys don’t get along she can spend her time however she pleases and you two just help each other through heats and ruts. No one is talking about having pups!”, Sam tried to encouraged him. “So, you’re telling me to be happy to make a girl my rut bunny?”, Dean only growled at him even though knowing that he was right. Living with the two of you the girl would be safe and have the freedom to choose her own free time activities, as well as living the way she wants to. “Look, Dean, that’s not what I said.”, Sam answered, liking his lips and choosing the next words very carefully, “I am sure you will find a good girl and make the right choice today. You shouldn’t worry too much and let it all get to your head.”

Dean slowly nodded, knowing he was right and then pulled into the parking lot of the facility. Said facility looks like a prison from the outside, barbed wire, high fences.

The two of them got out of the car, identified the entrance and walked towards it. After checking their ID’s and the clear marked red “A” on the right the brothers were granted entrance, walking towards the reception desk. Sam cleared his throat and Dean began to state the reason for his visit. Afterwards Sam sat down in the waiting area and Dean followed the pretty blonde Beta assistant into the interview room, checking out her butt. Sitting down, he looked at the paper in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “This always happens, to make sure you’re in the right state of mind to care for your Omega and have a stable income and background to support both of you. Please fill it out Sir. Afterwards you will be seen by a doctor and then you can tell the ceremony assistant what you’re looking for in an Omega so that we can bring out the best fits for you”, the blonde said smiling brightly at him. Dean smiled back, he couldn’t resist and would habe like to take the girl to a motel room. Sorting through the papers he wrote everything down, not quite the truth though but as best as he could. The doctors interview soon followed, he was declared healthy and was then presented with the ceremony assistant. Said assistant was a Beta as well, he could smell it. Nether the less she was really good looking as well, a tall brunette. Now wondering if being good looking was a requirement to work her, she bombarded him with questions. She wanted to know if his Omega should be tall, skinny, athletic, how old she should be and if she was supposed to have any special skills…. Dean answered all her questions and was then told to get back to the waiting room, whilst choosing the girls he decided on. “I really hope you do like the selection, Sir, if you don’t we can then see what went wrong and select once again until you’re please with our offer.”, she said smiling and went towards the waiting room with you where you sat back down next to Sam. “That were a lot of questions and big decisions for the short time”, Dean mumbled to himself and then looked at Sam who was reading a newspaper.

Y/N p.o.v

You drifted off to sleep, waking up when the door opened. Your body was still so tired but you were extremely excited and mortified of what was to come. Trying to move you felt that but your hands were bound to the seat you were sitting in and now your eyes were covered a mask as well.

From what it sounded like at least two people entered the room. The first scent was familiar but the second was incredible, it made you feel hot and your skin tingle. You took another breath, taking it all in not quite able to say what it smelled like other than comfort. The people moved and the scent came ever closer to you, it seemed like you weren’t the first in line. Now the scent was directly in front of you. It hit you like a truck! The man smelled of expensive cologne, musky, but also like a fresh ocean breeze with a scent of amber. He also smelled like whiskey. An extreme heat and comfort overcame you. Never having felt this save, this men made you calm and stopped your anxiety. You could feel him coming closer, his mouth close to your eye, taking a deep breath in - inhaling you and then whispering in you ear: “You don’t need to worry anymore, darling. I will take you out of this place.” His voice was only a low rumble but it unleashed a fire in you and after he withdrew his face from yours all you could smell was him.

“I want her.”, he said, his voice a melody in your brain, making your insides tumble. You could afterwards feel that he left the room because the warmth and his smell got less intense but he left an extreme impression on you.

Someone unclasped your wrists from the seat and helped you up. Outside the nurse said: “You are one lucky girl! The Alpha choose you and he is extremely handsome. He will go down to the office to get all of the paperwork done, sign the license and will come for you afterwards. He has to at least claim you right here so you can’t be returned.” She then brought you into the next room, sitting you down on a bed and tying you to the bed post. “Best of luck Y/N, I really hope he is good to you. He seemed like a kind and charming men”, she said before leaving. Still wearing the mask you thought about the nurses words whilst eagerly waiting for your Alpha.

You couldn’t exactly tell how long you waited but after a while the door opened again and the warm feeling came over you again. Both of you took a deep breath at the same time. He chuckled, afterwards saying: “Hey little one. I take no pleasure in what’s going to happen next but they won’t let us go unless I made you mine.” You felt the bed dip under his weight and he pulled you in his lap, taking of the eye mask that prohibited your sight. After blinking a couple of times your eyes got used to the light and you looked around you. Straight across was the door, next to it on the wall hung lots of different sex toys. The sight of it mad you self conscious, freaking you out. His big hands slightly patted your back and you looked down, sitting on his clothed lap on a nice big bed, your hands still tied to the bed post. He cleared his throat and you shifted on him, leaving him groaning which made you turn and you took in his facial features for the first time. Him taking in yours in the same way.

The nurse was right, he was extremely handsome: Strong features with high cheekbones. His face was dusted with freckles and he had nice full lips, his face was covered with a light beard. His dirty blond hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top of his head. Then you found the courage to look into his eyes for the first time: They were green. Greener than anything you had ever seen and most beautiful as well. You didn’t even see the small wrinkles around his eyes, uncovering his age. He then smiled a wicked grin, as if he was pleased with what he was seeing. “I will take the ropes of your wrists now. I just thought you would freak out on me if I took them off first thing.”, he said, while freeing your wrists, “I’m Dean by the way.” You did not quite feel confident enough to look into his eyes, saying: “My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” He then lifted up your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, enjoying the way his lips felt on yours. He immediately took control, his one hand pulling you closer at the small of your back, the other on your right cheek. You leaned closer to him, one arm around his neck, the other hand finding it’s way into his hair. You then started pulling at it and he groaned into your mouth. The kiss heated up and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and his strong arms. You right hand left his hair and how traced the muscles on his chest lightly. He seemed to really enjoy what you were doing and then flipped you over, him now on top of you. The robe you were wearing slid upwards through the sudden movement and he put his knee between your legs. His kisses turned sloppy and left your mouth to kiss towards your neck. You let out a small moan when he reached the crook of your neck and he slightly bit at the spot, breathing in your scent and liking over your scent gland. “I will take this off of you now, sweetheart. If there is anything you don’t like me doing please stop me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”, he says into your ear with a low voice. He moves a little away from your face with his, looking you deep in the eye, revealing his darkened features, hungry for your touch. You were so mesmerized with his face that you didn’t even notice him taking off his jeans and underwear. He then untied the rope, brushing his calloused big hands over every inch of your body. Dean groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. He touched your breasts and made your nipples stiffen, whilst kissing you with everything he had. His touch soon trailed downwards to your belly. You stiffened at his touch and he just growled “Omega” against your lips. The Omega in you instantly submitted and you opened your legs immediately and his hands traveled lower, caressing your inner thighs. He came closer to your center with every touch. At last he made contact with your dripping pussy, you just now discovered how wet, ready and desperate you were for him. He lined himself up with your entrance. “It will hurt at first but then turn into pleasure, I promised”, he said whilst pushing himself completely into you. You gasped for air and he withdrew very quickly, snapping his hips forward one more time and breaking your maidenhead, making you his in every way. He then held still for a couple seconds for you to adjust to his massive length, only know feeling how well equipped he was and how well he filled you up. Dean began to move once again and your gasps turned into small moans that seemed to turn him on even more. His hand came between you and he touched your little pearl in the most satisfying way possible. You felt an unfamiliar warmth build up in you and Dean encouraged you, whilst pressing butterfly kisses, all over your neck to relax and see what happens. You follow his order and experience your first orgasm. He helps you through your hip and his thrusts soon became sloppy because of your clenching walls around his penis.

Suddenly he pulls out and growls: “Present Omega!” You immediately get on all fours, your ass up towards him, your face close to the pillows. He then enters you from behind, moaning at the contact made, seemingly enjoying himself. You could feel his tip get bigger, assuming he was ready to knot you. His hand creeps up to your throat and he squeezes it whilst hammering into you at a fast pace. His hand around your lower belly he pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest whilst fucking you relentlessly. Deans lips come to your neck and ever closer to your scent gland once again. But instead of putting butterfly kisses to it, he bites down this time, hard. You scream in pain and whilst still biting and sucking at your neck he spilled his knot in you, pushing you full of his fluids. The pain vanished as quickly as it arouse and now you’re a moaning mess under his touch once again, whilst he licks over your neck again and again.

The both of you collapse on the bed and he pulls you as close as possible, his knot still inside you. “Your mine now Omega”, he whispers into your ear, brushing a hair bending it: “I will take good care of you sweetheart.” You then passed out in his big, strong arms.

Dean then slowly pulls out of you and cleans you up without you noticing. He dresses himself, wrapping you in his big leather jacket and picking you up as if you weigh nothing to carry you towards the waiting room. Sam gets up, as soon as he sees the both of you and offers to drive home so that Dean could sit in the backseat with you, your head on his lap, breathing in his scent, sleeping soundly…

[basicallybeene]

Explain more about your AU I am now intrigued... The one with Henry and time/dimensional travel tell me all you want to tell

YESSS!!! OMG u have no idea how joyous i am someone is actually asking this hohohoho…

so like, to understand whaaats going on I gotta explain this other henry that relates to time henry AND i gotta say that this is a separate universe from the game timeline and stuff (tho, he ends up crossing to the multiverse), so in THIS universe the main one/“first” world kind of corrupted when it went unexpectedly (henry killed william for killing charlie, and then gained his insanity, creating a swap au, and that henry didn’t feel like he got the revenge he deserved by killing william and wanted more, obsessed with remnant after finding Will’s book, etc.) tho, he started to have theories about the multiverse and stopping other versions of william out there (which. oh my god i sound so insane explaining this. but this sounds all good until he starts seeing literally everyone as william 😭)

ok. putting a pin in that

so anyways, time henry is apart of this universe, his world is like the books kinda, in a way that there was only 2 locations, charlie and sammy existed…. but henry also never had a wife and adopted both charlie and sammy 😁 it kind of went downhill when michael died tripping into fredbear’s mouth when he was going to put evan (CC) in there

that’s when the chain of bad events happen, henry starts making a charlie robot, sammy gets taken away by his sister to live a normal life, henry fakes his death, william afton goes ‘missing’ and this all changes when

oh my goodness. wouldn’t you know that he actually has no clue what he’s doing and his robot charlie is a FAILURE!!!

so he goes out of his house for once of his life to find answers and then stumbles upon a bookshop which uhoh

there’s a book with a bear on it and it calls out to him

ok so i remember when i mentioned this universes first? with the evil henry? so, when he died after going insane he tried to talk to his god (which instead of old man consequences it’s a young alligator lady) (i’m still working on her.) and hes able to see the universe from the swamp they’re in and when she tries to talk about henry about his wrongdoings he just straight up dives in the swamp, figuring out how to make a connection with technology as a new body as it figures out how he can change the universe it’s in, becoming “glitchtrap” or “fred glitch” buttt then the alligator catches it before it can get its revenge on other wills and traps it into a book with a bear on it, starting a prophecy that one day the “chosen” one will set it free

ok. back to me yapping

time henry sees this book. and this STUPID old man LOVES bears still. so he forgets about the robot for a few minutes as he goes into the book store to buy the book, but then gets stopped by store cloak which is a woman who can’t quite be seen. she warns henry about the dangers but. HE DONT GAF!!!

so he gets the book. then he goes to the store to buy some much needed parts and then goes home

the book calls out to him when he STILL can’t figure out charlie and then he eventually decides to give in and opens it. fred glitch goes into his dreams and he’ll help henry if he frees him!! so henry is desperate and frees him by preforming a ritual outside

fred glitch actually does help henry. but then sees some potential in him so it’s like. telling him about the multiverse and “don’t you want to get revenge!!” type stuff. so henry agrees and then fred glitch takes henry under his wing

ok so there’s a lot of stuff i’m too lazy to explain but HENRY FINDS OUT WHAT HES DOING IS WRONG!!! and that fred glitch is using him to make a “better” world which is. not better at all what the hell?!!! and that he hasn’t been killing just william but innocent people?)!?

time henry also has been forced into a few lives, it makes no sense here BUT it will make sense in the future TRUST ME. WHEN I WRITE THIS EVENTUALLY IT WILL MAKE SENSE (haha in years probably!!)

so like. anyways. i just realized im spilling so much BUT THIS IS JUST HIS BACKSTORY and im trying to explain more than i did in my time henry explanation post :3

so henry, now NOT working with fred glitch realizes he needs to find it before it ruins their universe, and travels through ballpits, meeting a bunch of different versions of himself and such

when he eventually finds & fights fred glitch (i will probably explain more on this at some point) fred glitch before dying gets his own remnant injected into henry and then he gets to turn into a werebear!!! what!!

in my friends fanfic this will be different since this is a side part of a whole huge thing

but for smthin easy to explain, basically he manages to get sent onto the “main”/game timeline universe and realizes there’s something wrong with that one and travels around where everything plays out similarly opposed to his universe where there’s a lot of differences since it was more “corrupted” but is determined to just go around and help worlds!!!

he travelled through ballpits, but for convenience in thisss remnant gives him cool portal abilities which my friend decided to do and i was like whag!!! that’s so cool!!

which brings me to remnant in this, if you’ve gotten remnant powerful enough like henry had it gives you POWERS!!!! not just immortality. so in a way, he’s kinda like a superhero 🤔

i hope this makes sense

i yapped. so much.

i love into the spider verse, fionna and cake, no way home and LOKI can u tell?!?

[gretasimp]

Closer to Hers

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader x Sammy Kiszka

Word Count: 6.5k

18+ MINOR DNI

Warnings: complete and absolute filth, breeding, mmf threesome, f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, overstimulation, pleasure/pain, multiple orgasms, mm!oral receiving, if I missed anything, ofc let me know!

A/N: This is purely smut, so walk away now if that’s not what you want. This also has extreme DannyxSammy so if you don’t want that either, please scroll now! For the rest of you heathens, enjoy!

“I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me like that.” She spat in his face, rage seeping from every pore. The fire in the hearth illuminated her face perfectly to where you could see the flames reflecting in her eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her hip popped to the side.

I was terrible with awkward situations. They made my skin itch and my brain pause, doomed to linger here until the interaction was over. I looked over to where Danny was sitting and I had to stifle a laugh as I found him staring back at me, eyes wide, a smile threatening to take over his lips. He pursed his lips and shook his head, looking to his feet to keep himself from laughing. To keep myself from doing the same thing, I aimlessly scanned the room, my eyes running over the various empty liquor bottles that littered the tables and floors. Red solo cups sat on every surface, making everything slightly sticky to the touch. I watched the bodies that roamed around these inanimate objects, the party still in full swing.

What originally was supposed to be a small jam session with a couple to our friends turned into a drunken hoopla that didn’t seem to have an end in sight. Our instruments laid strewn about the living room, amps and speakers accompanying them. The room was drenched in soft light, only the glow of fire and thrifted lamps illuminating the room. A small cloud of smoke hung in the air, the window to the back porch perched open, not doing much.

“Come on babe! It was just a joke!” Sammy said, leaning forward from his seated position, reaching to grab out to his fuming girlfriend. She moved away from his grasp, walking backwards towards the emptiness of the living room. Sam slumped back into the couch, placing his face in his hands and aggressively shaking his head. All of his mannerisms were slightly off as the Sour Diesel ran through him.

“Aren’t jokes supposed to be funny? Do you see me laughing, Sam?” She said, venom spraying all of the room, making everyone in the vicinity incredibly uncomfortable. There wasn’t much that surprised me about her anymore, but to yell at Sam in front of all of his friends? The bitter taste in my mouth unintentionally made a scowl appear on my face.

Sam had been seeing Sara for about two months now and in that time frame, I found the utmost disdain for her. She was by far one of the most distasteful women Sam had ever chosen to bring around us. Though, we couldn’t say a thing about it, because Sam had the habit of falling for the girls we didn’t quite get along with. He often would bring over girls that I couldn’t stand, just to get a rise out of me. I don’t know if it’s just one of his sick games or if he truly gets off on us hating on his girlfriends but Sara was no exception.

Determined to keep out of his business, I stood up from my seat on the floor and made my way over to Danny. He was comfortable sitting on the one of the loungers that sat in his living room. He instantly opened his arms, quietly motioning for me to accompany him in his seat. I gladly accepted, climbing up onto the reclined chair and sinking into his side. He gently pulled me into him by loosely placing his arm around my shoulders, giving me a small squeeze. As I got settled in my new spot, I looked up at him and he smiled down at me, planting a kiss on my lips. He lingered there for a minute, savoring the taste of my lips, mixed with the tequila on my breath. A sweet hum vibrated within his chest as he opened his eyes and looked down at me, my smile matching his.

Danny and I had been going out for about a year or so now. We had known each other from highschool, but never really became close until we bumped into each other at a bar back in our hometown. After that, we spent a lot of time together writing and singing, making music with each other until it blossomed into something more.

“I’m sorry baby, can you please just sit back down with me. Please?” Sam was pleading to her now, metaphorically on his knees. Now within close proximity to each other, Danny and I couldn’t contain our pent up laughter, both of us guffawing at his begging.

“Do you two have something you want to say?” She was staring at us now, her shuttering voice like nails on a chalkboard. Danny and I immediately went rigid, our smiles whipping clean off our faces. It was like we were taken back to middle school, our teacher yelling at us for talking during the lesson. He and I, comical sized frowns on our faces, quickly shook our heads in response to her incorrectly pointed anger. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at us, looking back at Sam.

Again, as the children that we were, we couldn’t contain our laughter as she continued to ream into Sam for the slightly off putting joke he made. I quickly placed my hands over our mouths to keep any lingering sounds of glee hidden, but it didn’t work. Danny only cringed harder as the giggles slowly seeped through the cracks of my fingers, his inebriated state getting the better of him. My attention was not on her but I could feel her daggers on Danny and I as she sighed an annoyed breath and started to march out of the room.

“Really guys?” Sammy said, getting up off the couch and walking around to chase after Sara. We let go of our mouths and belly laughed, Sam shaking his head with a small smile painted on his features. None of us took much seriously, especially when we were high, so to have her screaming at him like that was something so foreign.

“Really us? Really you!” Danny yelled at Sam’s disappearing silhouette. We watched Sam follow her down the hall and out of the house, both of them yelling at each other as they went.

“She’s the worst.” I said, pulling Danny’s attention from the front door to me. He pulled his arm tighter around me, effectively making me squeak in the pressure of his hold.

“You're just jealous!” He said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Oh please! Give me a break!” I laughed, nudging Danny in his side. Danny and I were honest with each other, brutally, which was so different from my relationships in the past. He was always open about how he felt, and encouraged me to do the same from the very beginning. We never lied, nor kept secrets. Now whether that was due to the healthiness of our relationship, or the amount of time we spend smoking was still up for debate.

I can clearly remember the night that Danny and I admitted our mutual like for Sammy, as more than a friend. He coaxed me with fancy wine that he brought home from Europe, my secrets spilling out of me faster than I care to admit. It took him by surprise but he was quick to agree with me, not letting me feel embarrassed by my attraction to his best friend. We didn’t talk about it much after that though, keeping that little secret hidden between the both of us.

Danny pulled my face close to his, nudging my head to tilt up as his nose brushed my jaw line. He kissed my neck lightly, trailing them up my throat all the way up to the shell of my ear. His breath teased my face as he spoke in a hungry voice, right into my ear.

“Maybe, if we are lucky,” he said, continuing to kiss and nip at the edge of my face, accentuating every word he said. “They will break up, and he will be free for the night.” My face heated at his words, a deep red appearing on my cheeks. My eyes were wide as Danny now started openly leaving love bites on my neck, trailing them down to the collar of my shirt. I instantly pulled my lip in between my teeth, concealing the smile that threatens to appear. His actions and words made my legs shift underneath me, causing me to squirm slightly in his touch. The music around us was loud enough to conceal your conversation, but my face only grew warmer as I thought of the implications of his sentence.

“One can only hope.” I whisper back to him, turning my face to look at him. He smiled down at me for the second time tonight, as he gently ran his hand up my cheek and into my hair, pulling me to a passionate kiss. He was always so warm, so easy to melt into, even when others were around. He made every moment feel so intense and personal, it was impossible to deny him.

The party went on as they usually did, the music never quieting, even into the early hours of the morning. Danny and I kept ourselves occupied by mingling and laughing with our mutual friends. Sam made an appearance shortly after, no annoying blonde by his side. Sam cared deeply for those around him, and I could see just by the way he walked into the kitchen that he was not happy with the end result of whatever conversation he and Sara had. Danny saw it too, looking briefly away from the red solo cup and nodding his head at Sam as he passed, to which he gave no response. Danny then looked at me, shrugging his shoulders and putting his focus back on the ping pong ball in hand.

Not wanting Sam to be alone, for multiple reasons, I left my place at the table and swam my way through the house guests and into the kitchen. Sam was already pouring himself a glass of whatever alcohol his hands landed on first. The amber liquid kept pouring out of the bottle and into the flimsy plastic cup, only coming to a halt when it reached the halfway mark.

“I take it Sara left?” I asked, leaning myself on the counter across from Sammy. He took a heavy gulp of the liquor, not a cringe in sight as he laid the cup back down. I gave him a disgusted look which made him chuckle.

“What do you think?” He said sarcastically, forcibly shoving more of the alcohol down his esophagus.

“I think,” I said, walking around the counter to his side and grabbing the cup out of his hands. “That you dodged a bullet.” I finished, setting the cup down and hopping on to the kitchen counter. The marble was cold but the warmth I felt in other places kept me warm.

“Is that so?” Sammy said, reaching for the solo cup again. Before he could grab it, I hastily pulled the drink into my hands and pulled it closer to my chest. My legs were crossed over one another to hid any evidence of my arousal. Sammy eyed me suspiciously as he place himself right in front of me, placing his hands on the counter on either side of my hips. “Care to explain?” He added, leaning in a little.

“Well,” I started, uncrossing my legs, allowing Sam to fit himself between them. “I think you could have so much more fun without her.” I said, falsely instilled confidence lacing my tone.

Sam seemed to understand what I was getting at as he stiffed. His eyebrows frowned at me, but quickly relaxed as he looked over at Danny, who was leaning against the wall in the living room. He was sipping on the drink in his hand, watching his girlfriend seduce his best friend and he could not be more turned on. Once Sam’s eyes met his, he gave him a sinister smirk and a quick wink.

To say surprised was the look on Sam’s face would have been an understatement. He looked back at me as I took a swig of his drink and handed it back to him. Sliding off the counter, I was mere centimeters from his lips. Trying to be subtle, I took my finger and lightly traced it on his exposed skin, his shirt not buttoned until about half way down. He looked down at me, his mouth slightly agape and his breathing quick. I too gave him a quick wink before walking away from him and straight to Danny.

Knowing Sam’s eyes were still on us, I quickly pulled Danny into a searing kiss, his hand quickly squeezing my ass. I took the drink from his other hand and began to lead him upstairs, back to his room. On our way out of the living room, I gave Sammy a quick look. He was ogling across the room, basically drooling as I curled my finger towards him, giving him the okay to follow. Before he could respond, I looked away and dragged Danny upstairs.

Once in his room, he quickly shut the door and pushed me against the wall next to it. He placed his hands on the wall beside me and started to attack my neck with kisses. His tongue trailed a line up my jaw and down to my chin before meeting me at my mouth. He kissed me like it was the last thing he would ever do before pulling away breathlessly.

“That was so sexy,” he started, grabbing the drink out of your hand and setting it on his dresser. “You’re so sexy.” He said, pushing his lips back onto mine while placing his hands on my waist, pushing up my shirt.

He pulled me away from the wall and guided me to the bed, letting me fall on the mattress. He quickly got on top of me, pushing my shirt further up my stomach. I quickly stopped his hands with my own, causing all of his motions to stop.

“We don’t want to start without him, do we?” I asked, a shocked smile playing on my lips. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head.

“You think he is actually going to come up?” Danny asked, moving to lay next to you on the bed.

“I can be pretty convincing, when I want to be.” I said, climbing on top of Danny and straddling his waist. I ground down on his crotch, eliciting a delicious moan from him. I could feel just how hard he was through his jeans, his hard on pressing so tightly against his zipper. No sooner did the door to the bedroom creak open, prompting the two of us to look back at the opening. There Sammy stood, looking nervous yet excited all at once.

I quickly rolled off of Danny and stood at the edge of the bed. I again waved at the brunette standing in the entry, giving him a nod and a small smile. He quickly shut the door behind him and walked over to where I was. As hesitant as I thought he was, he came straight up to me and encased my lips with his. His hand instantly went to my hips, looping his fingers into my belt loops and pulled me closer to him. His long hair curtained around our faces, his shampoo smelling heavenly.

His lips were so soft, his kiss melting me from the inside out. I quickly looped my hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to me, our chests touching. He moaned as my chest touched his, my tee shirt not leaving much to the imagination as I did not have a bra on. My hardened nipples pressed against him, making his one hand land on the top of my ass, closing the distance between us completely.

Completely entranced by Sam, I didn’t notice Danny come up behind Sam until I felt Sam's body weight pull away from me slightly. Pulling away from each other, Sam’s hands still wrapped around me, he looked up and back at Danny as he slotted himself tightly behind him. I could see the devilish grin on Danny’s face as he snaked his hand around Sammy’s slender waist and pulled him back into him. This made my already wet panties become soaked, Sammy only pulling me closer as Danny now laid gentle kisses across his clothes shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” Sammy let out, moving his hand to squeeze my ass and kiss me again.

Danny used his free hand to pull me into Sam, the three of us now fully pressed to one another. I could feel Sam whimper into my mouth as Danny’s hard cock pushed against his ass. Sammy pushed back causing Danny to groan loudly into his neck, where he was leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses.

The entire scene was arousing me to a point in which I had never been before. I felt so high and horny all at once, making my world spin around me. I couldn’t stop myself as I took my hand and began palming Sam through his trousers, causing him again to whimper in my mouth. I began to unzip his pants when he pulled away from our kiss and laid his forehead on my shoulder.

“Wait, let me play with you first.” He said in the crook of my neck, while he pushed my hips backward until they hit the edge of the bed. Danny walked around the other side of the bed and situated himself behind me, pulling my upper body onto his lap. His big fingers wrapped around the seam of my tee and pulled up until it was over my head and on the floor.

Sam’s gaze danced over me, his eyes moving to my chest and down my stomach to the zipper of my jeans. Under his intense stare, my arms moved to cover myself instinctively, but Danny held them still.

“Let him look at you,” he whispered into my ear, holding my hands onto the bed. “You’re just so beautiful, I don’t blame him.” My face heated as I closed my eyes and leaned back onto Danny’s chest. He kissed down my face while Sammy began to unbutton my jeans. He slid them down gently, my underwear coming down with them in one motion. My legs closed on their own, covering myself in front of Sammy. He was soft as he pulled off his shirt and climbed on the bed.

You had seen him shirtless before, but now being able to touch and admire him made you open your legs. Sammy slid in between them, laying down on you and capturing your lips again. Having his weight on top of you and Danny’s behind you, was immaculate. Their skin against yours had you mentally begging for more. Sammy, reading your mind, trailed his fingers up your hips and onto your chest, giving you breasts a light squeeze.

“Sammy, please…” I begged, needing his hands everywhere. Danny, releasing my hands, moved his touch up my arms and landed around my neck. Pulling my kiss from Sammy, he replaced him, sucking on my bottom lip. He quickly slid his tongue into my mouth, giving me no room to fight for dominance, not that I wanted too. I wanted the two of them to take everything from me.

“Is she always this needy? Such a sweet girl, already begging.” Sammy asked, watching Danny and I. Danny pulled away with hooded eyes and looked at Sam, licking his lips in the process. I looked over at them, noticing that Danny hadn’t responded and found them staring at one another. Their eyes slowly trailing over one another as Sammy continued his touches against my chest.

“No, you bring it out of her.” Danny replied, leaning forward as he did. Sammy didn’t hesitate as he too leaned forward and let Danny take his mouth in his. The two of them sighed, letting their tongues exploring one another as Danny replaced Sam's hands on my boobs. Sammy pulled his hands up to Danny’s face, pulling him and himself closer together. I watched them, moving my hand down to circle my clit. Watching them sent an entirely new wave of aroual out of me and down my legs.

Before I could let myself get very far, I felt Danny’s hand tighten around my throat and his other hand grab the hand I was teasing myself with. He pulled it away from my center and placed it on Sammy’s crotch. Not moving away from Sammy, the two of them moaned when our hands met Sam's hardened cock. Danny’s hand was over mine, both of us massaging him. I could see Danny’s tongue moving in and out of Sam's mouth, the two of them ravenging eachother.

Sammy pulled away, desperately out of breath and moaning heavily at the feeling of two hands on his dick. He released his grip on Danny’s face and began undoing his pants, feverishly pushing them down his legs. Before he could pull his boxers down, he stopped and looked down at me. He stared at me, his eyes ravishing me up and down, before stopping at my center. He licked his lips, tasting the remains of Danny before laying back down on his stomach.

“Fuck, I want to taste you so bad.” He said, his breath tickling my soaked cunt. He lauded kisses down my knees and tiled them to the top of my pussy. I clenched down onto nothing, letting out an impatient groan. I had never been this pent up before, I felt like I needed him and only him right this second. Sammy chuckled as he saw how much I wanted him, my hips bucking up slightly. Before Sammy could react, the hand around my throat jumped up to my jaw and pulled my face to look at Danny.

“You’re being such a bad girl, so impatient.” Danny clicked his tongue as he patronized me. “I don’t know if you deserve his tongue. What do you think Sam?” Danny asked, looking back down at him.

Without saying a word, Sammy smiled and flattened his tongue against me, licking a delicious strip up my wet slit. I cried out, letting my legs relax completely and arching my back. Danny, still holding my jaw, took his other hand and spread my lips, giving Sam more access to my hole. Taking full advantage of this, instead of using his tongue, he brought his hand up and sunk his middle finger into me.

“Oh fuck, Sammy. That feels so good!” I whispered, my eyebrows turned up and my mouth opened wide. My fingers couldn’t help themselves as they laced into Sam’s hair, pulling slightly on his roots. I heard his laugh again as he worked his finger in me while his tongue worked to collect the wetness remaining.

“Look at him eat you out baby, he fucking loves it.” Danny whispered into your ear, taking his hand off of your jaw and grabbing one of your tits. You felt Sammy nod his head, as if to confirm that he was in fact loving every second of his mouth on your cunt. “I bet it feels so fucking good, you love it baby?” I nodded hastily, looking back up at Danny and letting my other hand caress his cheek.

“I know you fucking love it, you’re so wet. Such a good fucking slut for us huh?” Danny continued, licking the shell of my ear in the process. His words made me hold Sammy’s finger tighter, causing him to moan on my clit. This sent my hips up into the air, the stimulation almost causing me to cum right there. Instead of slowing down though, Sammy added another finger, sending me into a moaning mess.

“Oh shit Sammy, I think you're going to make her cum.” Danny said, pinching my extremely sensitive nipple. The way that both of them were touching and grabbing at me, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. The party was already dying down downstairs, but there was no way I wasn’t being heard by every house guest.

“You think we should let her cum Sammy? You think she deserves it?” Danny asked, his tones sound so sexy. He was breathing so hard, his chest rising and falling so quickly. His cock was so hard against my back, I could feel him dry humping me as Sammy nodded against my pussy. He was so determined to make me cum, he moved his tongue up and wrapped his lips around my clit. His fingers pumped into my fast, curling inward to hit my g-spot.

“That’s it Sam, that’s it. Make her cum all over your face.” Danny said, moving his hand to fold onto Sammy’s cheek. In doing so, Sammy’s eyes moved up to Danny’s and he smiled, holding my clit between his teeth. His tongue flicked it as his eyes moved over to mine, driving me absolutely crazy. The mixture of Danny’s touches on my chest and Sammy working magic on my cunt, my mind was racing.

“Fuck Y/N, cum in his mouth.” Danny said, slapping my nipple, causing my body to be sent over the edge. Feeling my walls clench down on his fingers, Sammy pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue. Danny reacted fast, replacing Sam's mouth with his own fingers, rubbing vigorously on my clit. I screamed again, their names falling out of my mouth as my head leaned back onto Danny's shoulder, exposing my neck to him. He wasted no time attaching his mouth to my throat, biting down and leaving marks as I rode out my high.

My breathing was labored as Sammy pulled his tongue out of me. Danny’s hand still on the side of his face, pulled him up so that he could capture his lips with his own. He moaned as he tasted me, Sammy’s face being wet from my cum. They broke the kiss and the two of them looked down at me, wicked smirks on their faces.

“I think it’s time for Danny to have some fun, don’t you think sweet girl?” Sammy said, pulling me off to Danny and into his arms. I nodded with a smile on my face as Sammy sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. With his boxers still on, he laid me onto this clothes cock and rocked my hips with his hand. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted so good, a mixture of me and Danny tainting his lips. I could feel Danny get off the bed as one of Sam’s hands slid around my back and the other grabbed onto the flesh of my hip, leaving handprints as he pulled my soaked clit further onto him.

“I have wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea.” Sammy said in between kisses. I smiled, relishing in the irony of what he just said. I pulled him closer to me, our chests pressing together and placing my forehead on his.

“Believe me, I do have an idea.” I said, huffing as my naked pussy pushed harder onto his cock that was growing impossibly big under me. He looked at me then, pulling me into a tight embrace and crashed his lips onto mine once more. This kiss was passionate, and kind. Meaningful and sweet, showing me just how much he needed me. I sighed into the kiss, pulling my hands from behind him and holding his face, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Feeling the bed dip again, Sam and I broke apart, looking up at Danny now completely naked. Sammy and I looked at one another before I got off of him, and pushed Danny onto his back. Danny, now laying flush on his back, looked up at Sammy and I and grinned. I moved in first, laying on my stomach and taking his leaking cock into my hands. Sam moved up the bed, meeting Danny and curling into him, capturing his lips again. The both of them moaned loudly as I took Danny into my mouth and palmed Sam through his now soaked underwear.

The two of them were panting above me, watching intently as I took Danny deep into my throat. I could feel the tears in my eyes as my nose nudged into his dark pubic hair. His precum ran down my tongue as I bobbed my head as fast as I could. I swirled my tongue around his tip, making him cry out my name.

“She’s so good at that.” Sammy said, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, eager to get them off. He pulled the wet cloth off of his crotch and his hard cock sprang free. My mouth still occupied with Danny, I took my empty hand and quickly grabbed his throbbing cock. I could hear his high pitched moans leaking from him as I gently massaged him. I could tell he was becoming restless as he began bucking his hips to my hand, seeking more friction. Wanting him in my mouth, I pulled off of Danny but was stopped short by Danny pushing my mouth back down on him.

“She looks so good with my cock shoved in her mouth, doesn’t she?” Sammy nodded in agreement with his mouth open. Lifting my gaze, I saw Danny’s hand now replacing mine, quickly jerking Sam and sucking on one of his nipples. Danny grabbed onto my hair as he continued pulling on Sam's needy cock, Sam pinching his other nipple while watching.

“Danny please don’t stop, it feels too good.” Sammy whined, closing his eyes and pushing his head back onto the pillows. Danny hummed in response, still sucking on his nipple. His hand not giving me any remorse, my throat tightened around his dick, making him moan even more around Sammy’s nipple. The three of us cried in pleasure, over stimulation setting Sammy into a frenzy.

“Danny, I’m going to cum. Wait…” Sammy said, reaching for Danny’s wrist. Instead of letting him go though, Danny harshly grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed tightly, making Sam’s eyes roll back into his head.

“Fuck Sammy, you’re so hard. I want to feel you in my mouth.” Danny’s words surprised us both, Sammy’s eyes immediately opening and looking into his. He didn’t waste a second, releasing his grip on my head and moving down to me. Danny laid down next to me and pulled me close to him. Both of us lay in between Sam's legs, one of them pulled over Danny’s shoulder.

“Want to feel us both on your cock?” Danny asked, wrapping his hand around Sam’s balls, effectively using them as a cock ring. I smiled at the sight of Sammy’s back arching as Danny now worked his cock with his other hand.

“Ahh, Danny…” Sammy cried, his hips uncontrollably shaking off of the bed. I moved to take Danny’s place, wrapping my fingers around his balls as Danny moved to wrap his lips around the head of his cock. He gave his tip a few gentle licks before pulling his veiny cock into his mouth fully.

“Sammy…” I called out to him, making him look at what was transpiring between his legs. His fucked out expression made my pussy quiver as I bit my bottom lip. He looked so good, a mixture of pleasure and pain covering his face.

“Please Y/N, I… I…” Sammy tried to form coherent words but was rendered unsuccessful as I joined Danny, licking a strip up one side of his cock, Danny licking the other side. We both worked his cock, his precum running down uncontrollably.

“I can’t! I can’t… please!” Sammy cried out, his hand grabbing out the sheets of the bed. He fisted the linens into his hand, his knuckles growing white from how hard he grasped them. Danny pulled off of Sammy, making his way back up to his face and smothering his neck in love. I didn’t let up though. I took him deep into my throat, moaning to give him more stimulation.

“I want to cum, I want to cum inside of you.” He said, tapping my shoulder to get my attention. Finally stopping, I pulled off of him with a pop. I could feel him relax and suck in a deep breath as I released the pressure from his balls. Smiling to myself, I crawled back up to him and straddled his hips. Before I could line myself up, Sammy sat up and again placed me on his lap. I couldn’t even react before Danny grabbed Sam's cock and lined it up to my entrance. Danny placed his hand on my shoulder and lightly pushed me down onto his best friend's cock.

“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last.” Sammy sputtered out as he became fully sheathed inside of me. He was so big, almost meeting the size of Danny. I sighed as I felt him already begin to twitch inside of me. Not wanting this to be over, I didn’t move, but instead pulled Sammy into a searing kiss.

“She so fucking tight, isn’t she Sammy?” He moaned into the kiss as a reply, pulling my face into his and squeezing one of my nipples. Danny left Sammy’s side and came behind me, sitting his chest flush with my back. I could feel his cock against my ass and I froze.

“Don’t worry baby, not this time.” Danny spoke into my ear while placing his hands on my hips. He pushed my hips forward, earning a pathetic moan from Sammy. He was already so close, his cock nearly vibrating inside of me.

“Next time.” Sammy spoke up, pulling away from our kiss and smiling up at me. Next time. It rang in my head as Danny placed his face into the crook of my neck and chuckled.

“You hear that baby, he wants there to be a next time.” Danny said, pulling my hips back so that I would be flush against him again. Sammy choked out a moan as I rode him, his hands roaming all around Danny and I.

“How does that make you feel, baby? Hearing he wants to have you again, with me in your ass?” Danny huffed out, licking up my neck and back to my ear. All I could do was nod in response, shaking my head up and down viciously as Sammy slid in and out of me.

“Are you going to cum when he cums inside of you? When he shoots his fucking load into my girls pussy?” He said again. Before I could respond, Sammy cried, all of his motions coming to a halt as his head fell back. Danny’s word sent him over the edge, his cock spasming as he shot his cum deep into me. Danny pushed me down, encompassing more of Sammy’s cock as he cried in pleasure, his hips jerking up wildly.

“Y/N! Please keep moving!” Sammy pleaded, wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me completely onto him. I did as I was told, bouncing on his cock, milking him dry. Sam had tears running down his face as he came, his handsome face contorted into pure pleasure.

“That’s it baby, you're taking him so well.” I heard Danny say from behind me. My movements slowed as Sammy slumped onto the bed, his limbs going limp. I smiled down at him, placing a small pack on his lips. He smiled up at me, his eyes barely open. I sat there for a minute, sharing a quiet moment with him, feeling his cock soften inside of me.

“Come here, my sweet girl.” Danny said, helping me off of Sammy and back onto the bed. He laid me down so that I was on my back, my legs already wide open for him. Sammy laid next to me, lightly letting his hands roam across my chest and face. Danny started up my stomach, placing soft kisses up my torso and onto my chest, sending a shiver up my spine.

“Danny please, I need you inside of me.” I whimpered to him. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Such a good girl for us, baby. Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait.” Danny closed the distance between us and kissed me, lining himself up at my entrance. He ran his cock up and down my folds, collecting my wetness and Sam’s cum that was leaking out of me. Danny pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist before burying himself into me.

“Holy shit, Y/N. I fucking love your pussy.” He didn't need to let me adjust, his cock slipping into me with ease. Keeping his lips on mine, he began a fast pace, his cock moving at an unrelenting speed.

“Fuck Danny don’t stop, she’s going to cum.” Sammy said, placing his hand on my swollen clit, moving it in fast circles.

“Make her cum, Sammy! Make my girl cum.” Danny said, planting his knees into the bad and forcing himself into me harder. I cried out his name, both of their names as they worked me closer to my end. I couldn’t keep my eyes open as the tightly wrapped coil inside of me finally ripped free. My orgasum shuttered through me, my body shaking uncontrollably as Sam continued to rub my clit, and suck on my breast.

“Oh fuck!” Danny yelled, his pace never yielding. His eyebrows creased together as he felt my cunt spasming around him. His mouth opened wide as he watched Sam worship my chest as my breathing became uneven.

“Baby I’m going to cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!” Danny said, his cock never stopping. He fucked me through his orgasum, his seeding planting itself deep into my cervix. His face landed into my shoulder, his body weight crushing me. His hips continued to rock themselves into me, his and Sam’s cum dripping out of me.

Danny turned us onto our side, my back now facing Sammy. He stayed deep inside of me, like he usually did after sex. He never wanted to leave my heat, always wanting to fall asleep connected. Sammy didn’t leave either, instead he turned himself to the side and spooned me, tucking himself as close to me as he could.

We laid there in silence for a while, gentle touches being shared between the three of us. The party music must have stopped while we were busy, as the quietness of the house lulled us into a quiet slumber. As the darkness of the room began to consume me, I could hear Danny ask.

“So next time, huh?”

[parrotwatcher]

In that case, where would the ROs be in a Cyberpunk AU?

Let's see... I'll just go with The One Chosen and Totem Force for now, and I'll just go over the main roles.

The ten Cyberpunk roles are:

Rockerboy (rock artist/inspirational leader): Ædmund would fit here, especially high chaos, and potentially Dahlia, although she lacks the musical ability.

Solo (powerful combatant, usually heavily modified): Well, the Totem Warriors all already fit here, although most would probably prefer to choose something different. Charlie could end up here, too.

Netrunner (hacker, usually with cybernetic augmentations): Sammy's probably the best fit here. Dahlia could probably fit here again, as could Max and Anara, but they might prefer elsewhere.

Techie (you make stuff): This is probably Max's best role, and Sammy could fit here if he's not too into the netrunning.

Medtech (medical; sometimes included in Techie): I could see Kay and Kevin maybe falling in here, although both would prefer to be working with animals than humans.

Media (truth-hunting journalist): Dahlia, definitely. (Also, Scot from Totem Force definitely thinks he's one.)

Corpo (rich corporate type): Teri is here, and is pretty good at this, but Lani? Lani was born for this role.

Cop (cop): I could see Chi starting off here (and Kay too, if she's not a Medtech), at least until they realise how corrupt the system is. Mirabelle already knew how corrupt the system was... but is she okay with it, or is she secretly bringing it down from the inside? Only she knows.

Fixer (underworld contact, item procurement, etc): I can see Teri and Lani here, too, although Lani would definitely object to the far lower funds than she'd have got as a Corpo. Also, Helena would be surprisingly good at this.

Nomad (roaming gangs of exiles): I think Ryu and Akira would take to this life quite well.

If I didn't mention anybody (e.g. Phil and Xiulan) it's because I couldn't really work out where to put them.

[wolfex126]

Max from Sam and Max for the character ask meme

Max for this ask meme!

I'm gonna be so honest I got DEEP in the paint here and I'm writing this after having finished answering everything - and. Yuh this need a cut LMFAO so the answers are under the read more! Ain't wanna clog your page without warning - and my most sincere of apologies in advance for yappin as much as I did but. What can I say. Special interest fun.

I have to thank you regardless for having me think about these, because this was super enjoyable!! Plus I find any opportunity to pour my heart out really cathartic ☁️🩷

How I feel about this character

LOVE im. Love im to bits it's quite incredible actually LMAO. As with both parts of that pair they're stronger characters put together, but I think Max has way more nuanced personality as an individual than people tend to think about him!! In Sam's bio in the original Save the World, it states they've known each other all their lives and "speak a common language" - and I think that fact, about specifically Max, goes to show he's more detailed than it appears :] More than their hijinks and playful taunting, they do speak a common language: and it's supporting the other how they need case-by-case 🥺

I don't know, I always appreciated how Max was a deeper character than was outwardly demonstrated most of the time. At the end of TDPH, the moment where Max is recalling what happened in his timeline with nonchalant humor in the face of pretty horrific circumstances (whether used to cope or not), but then sees Sam visibly disconcerted, and Max immediately changes how he approaches the conversation with more tact, is beautifully subtle in showing Max is capable and willing to be gentler with Sam when their usual joking doesn't work.

Maybe it was or was not intentional, and I'm reading way too much into it, but long story short Max is a wonderfully comedic, yet nuanced character, and even as more of a Sam fan (by a mere margin, mind you), I would be remiss to deny that the pair are interwoven pretty inseparably - and Max being any other way wouldn't make their dynamic work nearly as perfectly. Good rabbity thing character 10/10

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Sammy Hound Dog is my only ship for him 🐶🐰I couldn't imagine those two being with anybody else. "In every life, I will find you," type beat y'know?

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Does Flint Paper count LMAO? I think they'd be rather close (whenever they have free time between cases really JWBFKSN) and I'd imagine Max still has a bit of an idol thing going on even post Night of the Living Dead :]

Maybe a cheating answer but truthfully my gut answer was Sybil!! She's the pair's bestie imo so sure maybe obvious person to say but all the same I think she and Max could be a hell of a lot closer than it appears (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠) I think she'd be a deeply trusted confidant, and he thinks to go to her first concerning things he couldn't ask Sam about/for - not that that'd be. Very much. Considering the little to no filter he's got But for dates or to surprise Sam with something and he knows he's gonna need help with it she's his first thought. Though I'm sure the end of TDPH probably went to show how much deeper Max cared for Sybil than what showed on the surface 🥹🩷

My unpopular opinion about this character

PG opinion? Now I am The Number One, Uno, Un, Ein, Énas, Yek crossdressing fan wholly and truly I've never known myself without that passion But I would probably say as far as the content I see, I'm way surprised that Max is the most chosen of the two to do so!! Immediate disclaimer bc one will always be Grateful to be fed and the work is always SUPER delightful regardless but just from what I hear in dialogue and have seen in the cartoon I was always under the impression Sam was more willing and even eager to crossdress, while Max was pretty hesitant and/or did not do so very often :0 At the end of the day this is a huge nothing-offense but it's more something I found interesting in the fandom! Clothes aren't gendered just in case I have to say that but I'm quite fond of the term and the history so it's just how I call it :]

Adult opinion? Max prefers to top and Sam prefers Max tops too. Sure they'll switch off on occasion but I think after that dog does all the work and talkin all day there's a dynamic shift (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)👍🏼 That's all I've got for now I would further elaborate with great love but being that I'm not sure how you feel about this sort of thing I'll leave it out of courtesy!! But it was an honest gut answer I had so I didn't want to leave it from my rambling

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

That he gives Sam a big ol kiss right on that snout of his and then rehashes that line about his warmth being alarming

If I can't answer that then I'm also cool with a peek into their actual bedroom!! I was always under the impression they lived right in the office, but I've also seen iterations from other fans of them having a house or an apartment!! Regardless of depiction, I think having a concrete bedroom visual for them would be super interesting (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) Though it is fun as fans to be able to speculate and show off our own ideas, so it isn't upsetting or anything of that sort - just something I think could realistically be done!

Sincerely I don't have any specific wishes for Max specifically - I think he was handled very well in all the media he's in, and anything that wasn't directly shown or written is very easily remediable with fanon and community ideas!! I don't find anything wrong with the stories serving their purpose as is, and the people being left to interpret and add onto what exists 🩷

Though, if I can give a more dramatic answer to this, however unrealistic, then I'd say I wouldn't at all hate a musical motif for him (or all the main characters really!!) I understand that hardcore story-telling is not really a Sam and Max special, but if I can be self-indulgent and shamelessly passionate about music, then I'll say especially for a game like TDPH something during more emotional or intense moments including character musical motifs in the background a la God of War reboot style would make things a hell of a lot more impactful.

Like Max's motif could be something lively, something typically with drums and violin or harp, or even flute, and changes depending on the progression of the story - during his initial power sequence, it's powerful and upbeat and smooth; during his beast transformation, it's chaotic and defeaning and gritty; during Sam's departure from the lab after finding out they couldn't bring Max back, it's quiet and drawn out and almost sounds like a lullaby before Sam takes to the streets and the motif stops playing to transition into Sam's sole motif, which would be equally quiet and solemn, to imply Max being left behind and Sam left alone. Maybe Sam and Max while they're together also have a motif that's both of their individual ones combined - and when it matters most, their motifs can be separate like when Noir Sam happens or when Max is trapped in the ship.

There's a lot of potential in music being powerful for this series, and while I think the sound direction is good as is (I mean, "That Rainy Neon Glow" is a pretty damn good Noir Sam track), I think a little extra care to make motifs to consciously and subconsciously recognize themes would be tremendous. I mean shit maybe they're gonna do that for the upcoming remaster and I'll be taken aback but I'm more of the belief that this is something only in a wistful dream ☁️🩷