#and Sammy was a thief?

[dragonbma]

Oh? OH MY GOD?

two questions!

1-what was the scrapped lore reason for the sky city portal being in Jesse's world (as you mentioned exploring that if it never got explained?)

2-I forget if you've mentioned it before but what's the Sidekick Academy?

1 - We had considered the idea that maybe it was the portal that Soren first used to enter Jesse’s world but it opened up too many other questions and ultimately just wasn’t very interesting to make a concrete answer.

2 - So I’ve talked about this in bits and pieces, but Jack’s backstory is that he was a scrappy wannabe hero in a town that was like a superhero story and a fantasy world blended into one - Taverns and quests and things but with more outlandish characters with gimmicks and things. This town had a big academy for heroes that was very tough to get into, and also a school for the sidekicks that weren’t good enough to be heroes or just didn’t want to be in the spotlight. That sidekick academy is where Jack and Vos met - Vos was a potions and enchantments expert who wanted to be on the sidekick track, and Jack was stuck as a “stick boy”, gathering the sticks to make swords and other equipment for the heroes. He really, really, wanted to be on the hero track, but he was just too impulsive and also didn’t have a “gimmick” like a lot of other heroes. He just.. wanted to help people. He finally gets his shot when a big bad villain comes to town who drains the power from heroes so only the sidekicks are left to save the day. This was also the adventure where they met Nurm (the latest in a long line of talenting mapmakers who is in a broody emo phase of rejecting his family business, and who they need to talk into helping them make a map to follow the big bad) and Sammy (a master thief and con artist who could be a hero and star of the hero academy if she didn’t think they were all such dorks)

[curious-and-curiouser]

Sammy Keyes Character Introductions (Part 1)

Hi everyone! I am doing a series where I post Sammy's initial introductions for each of the characters in the series. I am doing it chronologically, so we are starting off with intros and characters from Hotel Thief. There will be multiple posts as I go throughout the series. Feel free to comment which characters you'd like to see next!

Quotes from Sammy Keyes and the Hotel Thief-

Mrs. Graybill - Page 3

Mr. Bell - Page 4

Mikey - Page 11

Brandon- Page 13

[seawardboundsammy]

glance and stillness for thistle =]?

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance?

well he would hope that its his cute pink outfits and pearl necklace but its probably the porcelain crack scar running up his face that he can never quite fully cover with makeup

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

oh he's very fidgety, always touching his hair or running a hand over his pearls, he does try to make it look more elegant and less nervous that it is. he's always hyper aware of how he looks and how people perceive him and if he's not in a well put together outfit he kinda feels like he isnt actually a person (big thing for him) (bro you've gotta stop being a porcelain doll)

also just realized ive never shown what he looks like! this is my fave picrew of him (he's a fem trans man and often wears skirts as well)

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[erroticaz]

I would like to recommend a song for any phantom thief kokichi fans

let me present.. literal perfection✨

there's SO MUCH potential here for amazing animatics and story's oh my god.

[haveyoureadthismgyabook]

Series info...

Book 1: Sammy Keyes and the Hotel Thief

Book 2: Sammy Keyes and the Skeleton Man

Book 3: Sammy Keyes and the Sisters of Mercy

Book 4: Sammy Keyes and the Runaway Elf

Book 5: Sammy Keyes and the Curse of Moustache Mary

Book 6: Sammy Keyes and the Hollywood Mummy

Book 7: Sammy Keyes and the Search for Snake Eyes

Book 8: Sammy Keyes and the Art of Deception

Book 9: Sammy Keyes and the Psycho Kitty Queen

Book 10: Sammy Keyes and the Dead Giveaway

Book 11: Sammy Keyes and the Wild Things

Book 12: Sammy Keyes and the Cold Hard Cash

Book 13: Sammy Keyes and the Wedding Crasher

Book 14: Sammy Keyes and the Night of Skulls

Book 15: Sammy Keyes and the Power of Justice Jack

Book 16: Sammy Keyes and the Showdown in Sin City

Book 17: Sammy Keyes and the Killer Cruise

Book 18: Sammy Keyes and the Kiss Goodbye

[iwannascreameurekaa]

"if it's okay for poc to be cast as originally white characters then why can't we cast white people for poc characters"

Great question I have a wonderful answer for you

to start this is about a post I saw about Leah playing Annabeth Chase in the Percy Jackson show. Someone in the comment section was complaining about it and saying that they think a white person should be casted for Hazel if there's ever a live action heros of Olympus. This person claimed that if race has no meaning when casting a black perosn for Annabeth, then why would it matter for Hazel?

here's where this person is so incredibly wrong that it confuses me on what their brain is used for if not to make a complete thought. Hazels race was one of the most important things about her backstory

Hazel was a woc in there 1940s she went to a school for colored children. She legit experienced segregation. The whole reason that she had a connection to Leo is because she went to school with his grandfather sammy and the only reason she knew sammy was because of that school for colored children. Just that is enough to tell her that yes her race does in fact have a meaning and isn't something you should change

then the person in the comment section started talking about Frank.. then Leo and then piper. Basically they ranted on and on about any poc character

Let's start with Leo now. I'm bringing back the hazel point because again the only reason that he and Hazel had a funky connection at the beginning of moa is because of that school for colored children. Leo's Hispanic heritage is also important when concerning how his life with his mother was up till he died. One of the reasons he ran away from his aunts house was because she was religious and constantly called him the devil.

what about Frank? Well his Chinese heritage connected him to Poseidon which made him related to Percy which isn't massively important but you know it's a plot point so I see no point in getting rid of it

and piper? One of the first things we find out about piper is that she is bullied for being cherokee. The FIRST thing we see of piper interacting with characters besides Jason and Leo is her experiencing racism. It is insane that some people think that's just a thing that could be thrown away. Her Cherokee heritage also relates to her main character development in the trials of Apollo and lots of her "wisdom" is old cherokee stories her grandpa would tell her

and tell me one fucking moment in the series where Percy or Jason's race was important. Other than them being Greek/roman because they're all Greek and Roman so shut up

oh but since everyone's complaining about Annabeth being black in the show that must mean that her being white in the books is SOOOOO important

... it's not. In fact she's literally 1000x tanner than most of y'all depict her in the "canon" fanart so... yeah. And those of y'all saying "what about her being blonde that's her main character thing blah blah blah" I'm sorry is this the 2000s??? Blondes being dumb is a horribly outdated stereotype that is only ever used in a joking manner now back when the lightning thief was written in was a thing used against blonde women but now it isn't.

You know a certain group that is targeted and deemed dumb because of how they look? People of color, specifying black women.

Annabeth Chase being black is probably one of the best casting decisions ever, and I say this knowing that race wasn't the main thing when casting. Leah is the perfect person to play Annabeth and I will die on that hill. She has the script determination and the emotional range that makes her the perfect candidate for Annabeth.

If Annabeth Chase were real she would love Leah and she would hate you all for saying Leah isn't her.

Rant ended. Get your heads out of your asses before you say more racist shit.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BORN FOR LOVING YOU

REQUEST : “Omg do you think you Could do the whole gets caught reading smut but with Sam instead please!!!” — @bookobsessedfreak

PAIRING : sam winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : dean winchester

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), fluff, smut, fingering, praise kink, pussy slapping, cum kisses, unprotected sex (Sam’s too smart for that, no smooth brains allowed), rough sex, dom!sam, awkwardness

WORD COUNT : 5.3k

A/N : surprise for the sam girlies! title from big thief’s song. i never imagined I’d end up writing for sam, but hey, he’s so silly, I loved writing him. saw the book Chasing Love by Kat T. Masen on an Instagram reel LOL and it inspired this. I hope this is what you were expecting <333

Sam knew you loved reading. He never asked what it was read despite the obviously exotic covers on the books you carried around.

He stared at you when you opened them up shamelessly in front of him, watching the expressions on your face. He noticed when you’d bite your lip at a certain page, the slack-jawed focus when you really settled into it, the consideration as your eyes trailed away after rereading a section, and the confusion that furrowed your brows at other times.

He thought you looked cute. The blush that settled over your face was hard to hide, as the soft locks of your hair curtained your face. Other times you’d giggle, a sound that he loved hearing from you, and you’d slam the book down, startling him and Dean. Then, you’d compose yourself with a polite smile and a clear of your throat when Sam raised a brow at you. When Dean tried to take the book from you to see what excited you, you’d snatch it up off the table away from his grasp and he’d stick his tongue out at you before refocusing on the movie he was watching on his laptop.

Sam liked those moments: while he was absorbed in his research, you were reading and giggling, and Dean would roar out a laugh at the videos he’d watch. It was comfortable to be surrounded by his girlfriend and his brother, at peace for a few moments at least.

You were secretive about your books at first, and if it wasn’t for Dean, you never would’ve started to be comfortable about it.

Dean was like a brother to you and you loved him to death.

He found out about your book when he dug into your bag after you asked him to take a shirt out for you after your shower. When he felt the hard surface of a book, he was intrigued. Why would you carry around a book in your bag? He’d never seen you read, never saw you write in a journal, so he pulled it out for a quick peek, but he instead began to read the book which was underneath the stack of shirts you kept inside.

You’d stepped outside the bathroom in annoyance, shouting at Dean for taking so long. You stared at Dean with wide eyes and red face when you saw the familiar book in his hands. He’d closed it and then laughed at you, settling it down deep inside your bag, before handing you a shirt.

“You and Sammy must have lots of fun…” he’d joked thoughtlessly, then he grimaced when you snatched the shirt from him with a glare. “Actually, I don’t wanna think about that,” he frowned and shook his head, turning away when you silently asked for privacy.

“I’m never asking you for a favour,” you grumbled, throwing the towel to the floor when you put her clothes on.

“What? Why?” Dean complained, turning to look at you carefully. “So you read porn? Whatever, man! Have you seen the magazines in my room? Or the porn I leave open on Sam’s computer?” At that, he snickered and you gave him a pointed look, starting to brush your partially dry hair to detangle it.

He sighed and sat down on the bed in front of you, biting his lip as he thought about what to say. You were pretty shy sometimes, but feisty, he didn’t know why you’d be ashamed or embarrassed about porn. It’s not like you were a virgin, or like you and Sam hadn’t done the deed plenty of times.

“Do you really think me or Sam actually care that you wanna read stuff like this?” He asked, watching you slowly move your gaze to his. “Sam has porn under his bed, I’m sure you know, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Neither of us are gonna judge you, okay?”

“I know that,” you chuckled, shrugging. You set the brush down and sighed, thinking about why you feel embarrassed by it when you know how weird Dean’s taste in porn is and that Sam isn’t as much of a prude as everyone thinks he is. “I guess… maybe I’m not very comfortable with myself and sex.. I don’t know, it’s weird,” you admitted, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Hey,” Dean said, getting you to look up at him, “that’s fine. You just gotta get used to it, and uh, seriously, don’t hide what you like, okay? I’m sure it’ll make stuff between you and Sam… uh, spicier? Ah, shit, that’s gross.. maybe uh, more transparent? You know what I mean,” Dean rambled, slapping your knee very hard.

You laughed and shoved him away, considering his words as he got up with a chuckle to get back to cleaning the guns.

That was the start of your journey with being comfortable about sex. It really made you feel better. At first, as you tested the waters, you’d join in on whatever sexual innuendo Dean dropped, he’d been stunned by your lewdness, but he laughed anyway. Sam chuckled softly, for the first time, and it made Dean pick a fight with him for it.

You and Dean became close, definitely started to compete on who could be dirtier, with Sam either uncomfortable or red in the face from the things that were coming out of your mouth. Dean encouraged you, dared you to tease Sam, confident and sultry, until you left him speechless, flustered, and horny.

It was a game for you now, something fun and without shame. You’d never been more comfortable with yourself and sex like you were now, realising and learning things about yourself that you didn’t know and finding out what you liked with Sam.

It brought the two of you closer, somehow, and it was amazing. Sam wasn’t complaining either, at least not when it was just the two of you. It was a whole new level of love and romance you’d reached together, a level neither of you were aware was waiting for you to discover.

So, here he was, sitting in the dark library with your newest book, only a lamp at the table lighting up the text. Dean had gone out to meet some girl he’d been texting for a few days for a quick fuck. You were hanging out with your friends, catching up with them after a long time of not having seen each other.

Sam had gone out to buy groceries in the meantime, trying to get his mind off those books that clearly drove you crazy, but by the end of all the chores—the cleaning, the organising, the clothes washing—he had nothing to do but wait for you to get back.

He scrolled through news articles on his laptop, checked his phone multiple times for any new messages, but he evenly gave up on his restraint. With a long sigh of frustration, he made his way to your room, stared at your neat shelf and picked out the book you’d recently received from one of your girlfriends.

He snorted as he looked over the cover, Chasing Love. He hesitated as he quickly flipped through the book, the smell of crisp, new paper wafting up to his nose. He guiltily turned around after carefully reading the Blurb in the first few pages, walking out of your room with the book in hand.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to read it at first. He kept it beside him as he boredly scrolled through lore, but he’d glance at it in between tasks and his heart thumped in his chest, heat flooding his body.

He squirmed in his seat and grabbed the book without a second thought, searching for the first chapter, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He huffed out a breath and cleared his throat, looking around as if Cas would pop in and catch him in the middle of this.

He slowly started to settle into the book, his laptop shut off after fifteen minutes and he was already absorbed into the book, the words and the characters starting to flow through his imagination.

His eyes trailed away from the words sometimes, replaying the first sex scene in his mind as himself and you. He wondered if you liked it, how it’d make you feel if he did it, and why you never brought any of this up when it was this hot.

The memory of your warm skin beneath his hands and your soft lips moulding against his made his cock stir. He chewed on his lip and continued to read, recomposing himself, thinking of you the whole time.

As he read, page by page, he tried to remember what you looked like when you read this. He remembers the frustration making you frown, irritation making you roll your eyes and set the book down, how you did lots of thinking on certain pages while biting your lip or with disgust written on your face, and the arousal flustering you. He understood now which parts intrigued you and why.

The book was infuriating at times and the main characters irked him, but he couldn’t stop and just wanted to get to the end. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans, and the metallic door of the Bunker’s entrance groaned loudly, snapping Sam out of his daze.

He looked around, panicked and grabbed the book he was reading to hide it in between all the other books on the shelves. He scrambled back to his seat as the door slammed shut and turned his laptop on, settling into his chair to pretend he was still working on research.

His stomach fluttered when you shouted his name playfully, the tune of a song sweetening your voice. You sounded happier, relaxed, and he smiled, standing up to meet you where the war table lit up at the bottom of the staircase.

He greeted you with a kiss on the lips, sweet and quick, but your hands held his jaw in place and you pushed yourself up on your toes to kiss him harder. He moaned softly, pressing his hands into the small of your back so you were squished against him completely.

“Hi,” you whispered against his lips. He gave you a softer kiss and smiled lovingly at you, wrapped one of his arms around you to keep you close and raised his hand to cup the side of your face.

“Hey, how’d it go?” He leaned down to kiss you again before you answered, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek.

“Really great, I guess I really needed that,” you admitted, closing your eyes to his touch. “I did miss you though. I’m so used to spending every second of my life with you.” Your eyes fluttered open and he was already gazing at you, admiring you.

You didn’t always have time to get dolled up with hunting taking up most of your time, and if you’re ever pretending to be professionals, you keep the makeup natural and to a minimum. But right now, you looked fantastic, your beauty was enhanced by colours of your makeup that brought out the parts of you that he adored the most.

On top of that, the dress you wore was sexy and tight, wrapping around your curves and the dips of your body deliciously, your cleavage pushed up so seductively with the bra you chose to wear underneath. You were radiant with happiness and warmth, your shoulders and face relaxed in ways he hadn’t seen in such a long time. Hunting was really wearing you all down, he figured he should consider taking a break, too, with you for a while. Maybe even just one day.

“I missed you too,” he told you gently.

“How much?” You asked with a smirk, pressing your palms against his firm chest and sliding down to the hem of his grey v-neck. He smirked at you, then blushed and chuckled, dipping his chin to avert his gaze.

“Well, I do wanna take all your clothes off now that I’ve admired you in it,” he murmured, looking down at you intently. You grinned up at him, warmth blossoming in your stomach. Your breath clogged your throat when you felt his fingers tangle in the hair at the back of your neck, tugging softly so your head would tilt back. Your flirtatious words died the moment his palm struck your ass, replaced by an aroused yelp.

He leaned down to kiss you once again, with more passion, nipping at your bottom lip until you whined. He palmed your ass teasingly, tugged harder at your hair so your hiss permitted his tongue to slip between your painted lips.

You clung to his hips desperately, your knees growing weak with each swipe of his soft tongue against yours. You pulled away with a gasp unable to breathe as he stole the breath from your lungs, but he didn’t care. He grazed your jaw with his teeth instead, and bit down roughly on your pulse, soft strands of his brown hair tickling your shoulder, making you shiver with desire.

“Please, fuck me, Sam,” you moaned, arching into him as he licked and sucked at the entice spot behind your ear. Your body burned and ached for his touch on your bare skin, your nipples tightened in the lace bra, your pussy clenching and weeping with desire.

He smirked against your skin, “I will, but let me enjoy this first, beautiful.”

You shuddered again at his warm breath tickling your skin, his lips ghosting above your collarbone, traced by his tongue. He pressed soft kisses downward, until he got to your breasts. His grip on your hair didn’t let up and the other hand slid down between your legs from behind, his middle finger teasing your entrance over your soaked panties.

“Oh, fucking fuck,” you whined, squirming in his grasp. He bit and sucked at your cleavage, marking you possessively, and untangled your hair from his hand so he could wrap it around his fist perfectly, tighter.

He pulled away from you completely, all of the sudden, leaving you cold. You forced your eyes open to stare up at him, flushing when his hazel eyes glossed over with carnality. You released his hips to clutch his shirt, readying to remove it from his body.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he told you, his voice dripping with the same lust that washed over his eyes. You moaned before he tugged at your hair again, testing your reaction. You bit your lip and leaned back against the war table, begging with your eyes for him to go through with it.

Sam hummed softly, his fingers grazed your thigh, moved in between to playfully brush your clit over the lace of your underwear. You panted harder and faster with every passing second, his teasing fingers slipped inside your underwear, the elastic waistband stretching around his hand. You parted your legs desperately, your body singing with pleasure as his fingers dipped into your wet cunt, gathering up your juices to play with your pulsing clit.

“You get so wet so fast,” he praised, “it’s so fucking hot.” You moaned his name, felt your orgasm approaching faster than you’d liked, but he rubbed your clit so perfectly, just the way he knew you liked. He tugged at your hair roughly, forcing your eyes open once again when you tensed up the closer you got to finishing. “Come for me, you’re so gorgeous when you come,” he whispered, and you did.

You gasped his name and moaned loudly, quivering as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing. It always impressed you that Sam could make you come in less than five minutes. He bit his lip as he watched you, your jaw slack and brows furrowed as you stared back at him. His fingers circled slower, moving at the same pace as the slow of your orgasm.

“I can’t wait to strip you out of this tight little dress.” Sam dipped his fingers down to your entrance, pressed his fingers inside your clenching walls to feel your cum. The slick substance stuck to his fingers and he pulled his fingers out of your underwear and lifted them up to smear your arousal across your painted lips. “I can’t wait to play with your tits,” he murmured, pushing his fingers between your lips.

You stared at him seductively, lost in desire, completely unable to do anything but take what he gave you. You sucked on his fingers, moaned at the taste of yourself, and melted into a puddle of sin when he pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock when he’d fuck your face.

“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside your sweet pussy,” he groaned softly at the sight of you and pulled his fingers away to kiss the taste of you away. He sucked your lips fervently and licked wildly into your mouth, your hands subconsciously moving through his hair to tug almost as hard as he was tugging at yours.

He pulled away and panted aginst your mouth. He let go of your hair and reached beneath your dress to rip your panties off your body. All you could do was gasp. Then he reached up to unzip your dress, letting it fall around your feet. You kicked it away from you, stared at him expectantly and reached for his shirt.

“I need to feel you inside me now, Sam,” you whispered impatiently as you tugged his shirt upwards. He quickly slid it over his head and let it fall to where your dress was, you took the chance to admire his sturdy form. His hard abs became taught with every move and his sleep-pants hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers peeking above them. His hard cock easily tented the flimsy material, it made your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him and your pussy wanted to be stretched and filled. “Take everything off,” you ordered impatiently.

He wasted no time and shoved the garments down his legs without protest while you unclasped your bra expertly with one hand. All your clothes fell into a messy pile on the floor with your dress and ripped panties.

Once you stood naked in front of each other, it became a race of who would make the first move. Sam was faster than you, silencing your protests and subduing you with a hungry kiss. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, a painful type of pleasure that made you so impossibly horny you nearly considered coming on the spot from the feeling alone, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his mouth.

Hot and wet, he stepped his mouth down to your chest, licked at your nipple and sucked the sensitive nubs until you were squirming. You indecisively pushed his head into your breasts and tugged it away by his hair so he’d lick you somewhere else.

Sam had already made up his mind about how the night would go and he turned you around so you faced away from him with the table beside you. You had nothing to stare at but the dark library. Your heels gave you some help when he reached for the back of your thigh and slid his hand down to wrap around your knee, lifting it up onto the edge of the table.

“You’re so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?” He teased, massaging the globes of your ass. You twisted your body slightly, leaning over to press your hands flat on the table, your pussy tingling with anticipation of his next move.

“Please, I need you so bad, Sam,” you replied with a moan. He kept his hand on your hip and squeezed possessively. You felt two of his fingers prodding at your wet hole, slowly he pushed them into you and back out to infuriate you and make you needier. The pads of his long fingers brushed over the spongy spot against your walls repeatedly, and your legs shook on the table. With a curse you whispered Sam’s name again, hoping he’ll end the delightful torture as his fingers prepared you for him.

He pulled his fingers from within your heat, replacing them with his hot cock to slide through your folds from behind you without warning. You whimpered pathetically as the head of his cock teased your clit, your heart fluttered excitedly, and you reached back to curl your fingers around the back of his neck to pull him close.

“You feel so good, Sam,” you uttered breathlessly.

“Are you ready for me, gorgeous?” He asked, moving your hair out of the way to drop kisses along your shoulder. You moaned softly at his words, his smirk evident as he brushed his lips up to your neck.

“Yeah,” you whispered, desperately wanting to be filled, needing to be fucked, by him only.

You felt the prod of his cock at your entrance, teasing your entrance with a few circles before slowly pushing in. Your breath hitched and you ached to get closer, but he held you in place with a firm hand on your hip. You pulled at his hair, silently commanding him to relinquish control to fuck you the way you needed to be, but he continued to slide into you slowly, and back out slightly. It was almost enough to make you cum.

You felt embarrassed by how close you’ve been to your orgasm when Sam had barely done anything but graze your sweet spots. It wasn’t surprising, but it always caught you off guard how easily your body gave into him. Right now, you felt like exploding around his cock, the stretch of him around your walls, it all felt unbearably gratifying.

Once he was completely inside you, he barely gave you time to adjust before he began fucking you in earnest. It was quick and hot, the pump of his cock in and out of you. Loud and wet sounds resounded throughout the Bunker, your wet cunt being filled by his cock. It was pornographic.

His fingers dug roughly into the soft flesh of your hips, red stripes following his nails the harder he fucked you. He held you up with his arm around your waist, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, overwhelming your senses with endless pleasure. You all but moaned out your pleasure like a porn star, unashamed and so, so happy you two were alone.

The sounds just ripped out of you and he rewarded you with harsh bites wherever he could reach. His fingers found your breasts, squeezing and kneading, plucking your nipples and pinching them until you cried out his name begging for him to give you more.

His hot breath left your skin warm and damp, but it felt so good, he’d grunt your name into your neck, against your nape, until you felt tingles running up your spine. Sam was complete sin. His hips smacked loudly and roughly against your ass, too. The pain he made you feel was just a thin strip compared to the pleasure, and it was something he had mastered to drive you insane.

You didn’t need much more to orgasm and he must have known, he knew you so well. He dropped his hand from your breasts and smacked your clit so hard you walls tightened around him in surprise, and you whimpered loudly. A dark chuckle from Sam followed a second slap, but he soothed your swollen clit with messy circles that drove you over the edge to your orgasm unexpectedly.

“That’s right, come for me,” he whispered. His cock throbbed and twitched while you screamed his name. Your walls clamped down around him, and he continued to rub your clit as your arousal dripped down your thighs. “You’re all mine, baby… Fuck, I love you,” he grunted as he came inside you. He pushed himself as deep as he could, and the tip of his cock touched the deepest parts of you when he swivelled his hips with a moan, desperate to claim you. It drove you to your third orgasm, hot spurts of his cum filling you up erotically.

“You’re so sexy,” he praised, removing his fingers from your now sensitive clit. Your lungs burned and you tried hard to recover, but you were a puddle in his arms. All you could do was catch your breath and be astonished by your boyfriend’s ability to make you come with a few strokes inside you, and just with the feeling of his cum warming up your insides.

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” you said hoarsely. He laughed breathlessly, lovingly kissing the bruises and bite marks he left on your neck and back. “That was amazing,” you said with a smile, relaxing into him some more. He pulled off you instead, and you gasped when you felt his cum slide down the inside of your thigh. You clenched your legs to stop anymore from leaving you, and looked up at him.

He was glowing, his cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen and red. Why’d he make sex hair look so hot? His skin glistened with sweat and his muscles flexed with every little move he made. You were sure he could make you come again with just that look in his eyes, teasing and loving, slightly amused, but very arrogant.

It’s like he knew what you were thinking and was thinking it too.

He leaned down to kiss you, softly sucking on your bottom lip. You instantly reached up to thread your fingers through his hair, kissing him with as much passion as he poured into you. His fingers trailed up the inside of your thighs and he groaned softly, prying your legs open to shove his cum inside you.

He pulled away from your lips and got down onto his knees to kiss your pelvis, then your thighs, and you opened your legs to give him room. He fingered you slowly and you clung to his hair and onto the table to remain steady, whimpering when he sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Sam,” you whispered, letting him angle your hips to shove his tongue into your pussy. He licked the mixture of your cum with a moan of satisfaction while his nose teased your clit. You could feel the slow and painful build of another orgasm as your pussy stretched around his tongue.

Unfortunately, he stood up and took your face in his hands to kiss you. You moaned in surprise, submissively allowing him to push his tongue into you. You tasted your release and his as soon as he did and your mouth watered. He tilted your head back, his tongue invading and exploring your warm mouth until the taste of the two of you had diminished.

He pulled away with a heavy breath and smiled down at you, watching your eyes flutter open. “Let’s get ready for bed,” he suggested, pushing strands of your hair away from your face. You licked your lips, same as him, and nodded, but first wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m gonna shower…” You murmured, pulling away from the embrace. He nodded and chewed on his lip. “Meet you in my room?” You beamed up at him and slowly pulled away, walking in the direction of the restroom.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll wait for you,” he smiled, reaching out for your arm to tug you back into him and leaning down to peck your lips. You laughed into the kiss and he finally let you go.

He picked up your clothes from the floor and started making his way to your room, putting on his clothes and putting yours in the hamper. He cleaned himself up before starting to prepare your stuff. Then, he waited for you in your bedroom with the lights on, preparing your bed, some clean clothes for you to sleep in, and even brought you a water bottle in case you needed it.

You returned quietly, flushed from the heat of your shower, wrapped only in a towel. He smiled at you when you called his name softly and got up from the bed to kiss you again. He admired you with a soft expression on his face when he pulled away. Without makeup, you still looked beautiful.

“I got everything ready for you, then we can do whatever you want,” he told you, tugging the towel out of its place. You laughed softly, letting him steal it from you so you could get changed.

“Thanks, Sam, I really appreciate it.” You got changed and looked around your room out of habit, boredly taking in your space to make sure you could actually relax. But you noticed that your books were slanted and fallen over to the side, one of your books was missing.

You stared at it thoughtfully, pulling your top over your head, trying to retrace your steps of the day for when you had misplaced it. When nothing came to mind, you asked, “did I put my book somewhere else?”

Sam’s jaw clenched and he froze, looking past you and at the shelf. He internally facepalmed and then shrugged, his heart racing nervously. “Um…” he started, then shifted, moving his hair out of his face. “Yeah, I don’t know, maybe,” he mumbled, averting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your brow rose at his suddenly strange behaviour, but you thought nothing of it at first. You hummed thoughtfully and made your way back to Sam, who was still acting shifty, even as he handed you a water bottle. You took it silently and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. He didn’t look at you at first, not when you opened the bottle slowly, or when you took a few gulps of it.

He pretended to busy himself with the sheets, lifting them up for you to sleep, but you knew now. He had something to do with it. So you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you, and said, “Sam, I know you know.”

He broke easily, with a shy laugh. Instead of continuing to deny it, he looked down at his hands and nodded, “fine. Okay? I was curious about why you like them so much and I wanted to know what about them kept you excited… so I read a few chapters, and I wanted to try some stuff out… which you ended up liking,” he said the last part flirtatiously and your mouth dropped open in surprise.

You closed it and laughed, then pulled his face in for a kiss. He quickly dominated you, sucking on your tongue, making your breath hitch. You tugged at his hair and slid into his lap when he grabbed your hips and tugged you forward.

You pulled away from Sam’s sinful mouth, curiously and breathlessly asking, “you only read a few chapters?” He dove back in for a kiss and bit your lip sensually. He hummed a yes and then released your lip from between his teeth.

“Why?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“You know why, there’s a lot more I thought was hot while imagining you doing it to me,” you replied shamelessly. He snorted and looked up thoughtfully, his thumbs sliding over the waistband of your underwear at the same time.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up slightly to make you fall onto the bed so you were laying on your back beneath his firm body. You puffed out a breath of surprise and smiled at him brightly.

“I should go get the book then.” He kissed your flushed cheek, then added, “I should consider reading all your favourite books. Don’t you agree?”

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[holylulusworld]

A thief at the bunker

Summary: There is a thief at the bunker.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, scenting, a/b/o, idiots in love, sneaky Castiel, possessive Sam, implied smut/mating

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo (expired): Idiots in love

Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Bed-sharing 

“Where are they?” you grumble. “I bought five new blankets, sheets, and new pillows. Now they are all gone.”

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Dean pokes his head inside the room. “Do you need help? I was about to have a shower, but I’ll lend you a hand if you need me.” He grins when you throw him an angry look. “Whoa, what crawled up your ass.”

“Watch your tongue, Winchester,” you warn, and point your index finger at Dean. “I bet it was you.”

“Huh?” He cocks his head. “What are you talking about, Y/N? I don’t know what you want.”

“Have you seen the blankets I bought? I wanted to give one to Charlie when she comes to visit us this weekend. Now the blankets are all gone. We’ve got a thief at the bunker.”

“If it was pie or beer, I’ll be your man. But blankets and pillows are not my kind of poison,” he grins. “Maybe you simply misplaced them, Y/N. I can have a look at the guestroom if you want me to.”

“I came from the guestroom, Dean. I prepared it for Charlie, and only needed fresh sheets and one of the blankets for her. And now, they are all gone.”

Dean furrows his brows. “Maybe Cas needed them…no. He wouldn’t steal the blankets. I’m still not sure if he ever sleeps.”

“He’s a Netflix junkie,” you chuckle, but then you remember, you still need to find the blankets. “Crap. I don’t have the time or the money to buy new blankets. I need to find them.”

“Blankets?” Castiel joins you and Dean in the room. “I saw Sam carry a few blankets inside his room not so long ago. He snarled at me when I asked him if he needed my help.”

“Sam?” You gape at Castiel. “Why? He’s got a blanket, and I never took him for a blanket hoarder.”

“I’m not sure about it, sweetheart,” Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “If we had to share a bed, he always stole the blanket. I woke up freezing more than once.”

“That fucker!” you growl. “How dare that man to steal my blankets.” Off you go to get your blankets and pillows back.

“There she goes,” Dean sighs. He glances at Castiel, who, to Dean’s surprise smirks darkly. “Cas, what’s the matter? Why the scary smirk?”

“Scary?” Castiel frowns. “I didn’t scare Y/N. I made sure she’ll find the blankets on Sam’s bed.”

“You want her to hurt my brother?” Dean swallows thickly. He wonders what Sam has done to deserve Castiel’s wrath. “What did Sammy do?”

Castiel sighs deeply. “They are pining for each other for years. I’ve had enough of watching them. So, I took matters into my own hands.”

The angel grins proudly.

Dean snorts. “You played matchmaker.” 

“It’s called heavenly intervention.”

“It’s called getting Sammy laid…”

“You! Samuel blanket thief Winchester! I will kill you for stealing my blankets,” you growl, ready to attack Sam.

He looks at you like a deer in the headlights. The hunter tried to find out who brought all the blankets to his room when you stormed inside.

Now he believes you tried to nest on his bed, and his heart swells in his chest. 

“I knew you feel the same,” you end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck. You are too stunned to even react. Moments ago you wanted to scold him for stealing your blankets, and now he’s walking you toward his bed.

“Sam…” you try to fathom what’s going on as Sam tries to get you on his bed. “What? Sam!”

“You brought the blankets and pillows here so we can make a nest.” You end up on Sam’s bed, buried underneath the hunter. “We will take things slow. I’ll properly court you. I've got nice gifts for my omega. I bought a new flannel, and the pumpkin pillow you like so much.”

“Sam…” You pat his back, but he won’t move. Sam sniffs along your neck to catch your scent. “We will rub our scents into the blankets, and you can move into my room after we finish the nest.”

“Sam…SAMMY!”

“What? Oh,” he lifts his head to grin at you. “Do you want to mate first? I knew you were a dirty girl. Let me just lock the door. We don’t want Dean to walk in on us…”

“What? I—” You watch Sam get off the bed to lock the door. He throws his shirt across the room seconds later, smirking as you drink his naked chest in.

“Yeah?” He furrows his brows.

“Forget it,” you unbutton your shirt. “I like your plan…is all…”

“You owe me fifty bucks, Dean,” Castiel smirks as the noises coming from Sam’s room leave little to nothing to his brother’s imagination. “I told you that all they needed was a heavenly intervention.”

“Tell you what Cas,” the hunter shudders hearing you mewl loudly. “We should leave the bunker, and I’ll drink the memory of the noises they made away…”

“I’ll accompany you, Dean. Maybe someone else needs my help too.”

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[yamujiburo]

I call this one 'Sorry for OOC and spelling mistakes, I wrote it in the askbox'

They had been walking for a good while. It would have honestly been a good idea to bring a map along. Actually...

"Jessie, are you sure we are still in Kanto?" Delia said with a bit of worry.

She grinned "Absolutely!" Before stopping and thinking for a second "Maybe?"

"Jessica!"

"Ok ok! Next pokemart we find, we are getting a map, I promise"

The pair walked through decidous trees and oddly chilly weather, they soon arrived at a town. However...

"Jessie, I don't think this is Kanto"

Before the pair of them could go on to figure the mystery of what was going on, they bumbed onto an old man with a brown overcoat, sending a briefcase and some papers falling.

"Oh! Sorry sir! Let me help you!"

"You two seem lost" and the man as he stops for a moment "Wait, are you Delia Ketchum? What are you doing with a pokemon thief?"

"HEY I have a name too!" Jessie fumed

"Yes, I am! Wait, are you Professor Rowan? Are we in sinnoh?"

"Ah, I see you are quite keen eyed. How did you two even end up out here?"

"We were supposed to just go arround Kanto, but we forgot to bring a map"

"... You walked all the way here from Kanto?"

"Yeah?"

Professor Rowan shook his head "You should come to my lab to rest for a bit. I can also provide you maps. After all, any friends of Sammy are friends of mine"

"...I am not going to ask why you call Professor Oak that" Jessie said with a slight wince

HOW DID THEY GET ALL THE WAY UP THERE HAHAHA

i love this. this is why james always handled the directions

[yanderejustforyou]

The Devil's Kiss

Summary:

“You’re still my brother,” Sam tried again, his throat tight. “Right?”

It had been days since the ritual, days that felt like a lifetime compressed into a few heartbeats. Dean had gone into that hellhole—an unholy abyss where shadows danced and horrors lurked—and faced that godforsaken demon, emerging from the chaos changed in ways that were unsettling. This metamorphosis wasn’t merely surface deep; it permeated the very essence of who he was. While black veins now crisscrossed his face like dark roots snaking through earth, the glint of malice that shone in his eyes was equally alarming. And let’s not forget the unnerving grin that had found a permanent home at the corners of his lips, a stark declaration that something within him had awakened—something sinister.

But it was not just the physical changes that kindled a firestorm of unease within Sam; it was the way Dean looked at him. The intensity of that gaze could almost be felt like a palpable weight pressing down on Sam’s chest, an insatiable hunger that gnawed at his insides. Now, as they sat across from each other in the bunker’s dimly lit kitchen, filled with the remnants of a shared history and brotherhood, the air crackled with tension so thick that it was almost suffocating.

Dean, his brother—no, he wasn’t that anymore—hadn’t strayed into mere silence since his return. Instead, he had become an unyielding sentinel, watching Sam with predatory focus, the atmosphere growing more unbearable with each tick of the clock. Sam could almost feel the moments stretching, snapping like taut strings ready to break.

“Dean, talk to me,” Sam finally broke the silence, a tremor in his voice betraying the calm facade he tried to maintain. Anxiety crept in like a thief in the night, wrapping around his heart and squeezing it tightly. “What did that demon do to you?”

For a moment, there was only stillness. Dean remained poised against the counter, arms crossed, wearing an expression that was inscrutable, his black eyes glinting with something dangerously elusive. It was as if he were standing on the precipice of revelation, poised to share secrets that could shatter everything.

“You’re still my brother,” Sam pressed, his voice rising slightly higher, turning desperate. “Right?”

A slow, wicked smile unfurled across Dean’s lips, and that smile sent a ripple of cold dread coursing through Sam’s veins. “Am I?” Dean’s voice had transformed—lower, edged with a menacing undertone that sent tingling fear straight through Sam’s bones. “Or am I more? Maybe I’m... something better. Something that doesn’t need to hide anymore.”

In that instant, the air between them thickened, electric with a tension so sharp it felt like a knife’s edge. Sam felt his pulse race, instinctively glancing at the door, at the weapons room, at the potential escapes that felt increasingly futile. Dean stood in his way now, a barrier more formidable than any he had faced before, his demonic side radiating a terrifying strength.

“Sam,” Dean purred, stepping forward in a fluid motion. His voice had dropped to a honeyed but venomous whisper, sending shivers up Sam’s spine. “You’re so cute when you think you can run from me. You’re mine now. Whether you like it or not.”

The words struck Sam like a punch to the gut. His heart hammered as he instinctively took a step back. “Dean... don’t do this.”

But Dean merely smirked, each deliberate step forward inching the space between them away. “Oh, I’m not doing anything, Sammy. I’m just giving you what you’ve always wanted.”

In a swift, powerful motion, Dean seized Sam by the collar, drawing him forward with an effortless strength that left Sam breathless. “You’ve always been mine,” Dean whispered, lips brushing against Sam’s ear, the proximity igniting a blend of fear and a bewildering craving. “I know it. You know it.”

Before Sam could wrap his mind around the implications of those words, Dean's lips crashed into his with a force that shattered any pretense. The kiss was anything but gentle; it was a furious claim that spoke of possession, a brutal reminder of the dynamics that had shifted entirely. Sam’s body froze, the shock enveloping him like an icy wave; rational thought clawed desperately against the swell of confusion and illicit desire.

When Dean pulled back, their faces inches apart, that cruel smile lingered on his lips, a savage delight evident in his expression. “You like that, don’t you?”

“No...” Sam protested meekly, but the quiver in his voice revealed the truth beneath the denial. Within him, he felt betrayal as his body responded involuntarily, a strange pull woven into every fiber of his being, yearning for the warmth of the kiss he should have rejected.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, Sammy,” Dean murmured, fingers trailing down Sam’s chest as he backed him toward the wall, sealing off any hope of retreat. “You always deceive yourself. You’re mine now, and the truth is inevitable.”

Sam’s heart raced, the fight leaving him as Dean leaned in once more, brushing those wicked lips along the sensitive skin of his neck. The hot breath along his throat sent shivers coursing through him. “Every time I kiss you, I take more from you,” Dean breathed, a soft yet sinister promise. “You’ll see. You’ll see how easy it is to surrender to me.”

Before Sam could muster a reply, Dean’s mouth found his again, this kiss different from the last. It held a potency far beyond mere control; it was intoxicating. The dark magic thrumming through Dean’s demonic side infused every pulse, igniting desperate warmth coursing through Sam’s body.

Fighting against the pull was like swatting at shadows; each push felt weaker than the last. Dean was no longer just a brother; he was a force of nature, drawing Sam in, unraveling him thread by thread, piece by piece, every kiss a step further into darkness. Sam felt the ground beneath him shifting, his sense of self starting to disintegrate beneath the weight of Dean’s claim.

“Sammy,” Dean whispered against his lips, deceptively tender, a contrast to the storm brewing in their shared space. “You’ll give in eventually. You always do. I’ll make you mine... completely.”

Sam’s head spun with an intoxicating mix of dread and longing, a tempest brewing in the chasm of his mind. Dean’s lips traced down his neck seductively, igniting fireworks of conflict within him, each breath Sam took more shaky than the last.

“Please, Dean,” he breathed, voice hoarse, heart aching for the solace of his brother’s touch, despite the danger it posed. “Don’t do this. I can’t...”

Yet Dean merely pulled back, a grin of dark satisfaction etched upon his face, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying brilliance. “You don’t get to decide anymore, Sammy. I do.”

The truth stabbed through Sam’s chest, realization echoing like thunder in his mind. Dean was right—the power had shifted irrevocably. Sam could feel his defenses crumbling, heartbreakingly aware that every instinct in him craved more of Dean, despite the dark path they were now treading.

With one final, heated kiss, Dean’s voice lingered in the air like a curse. “You’re mine, Sam. Forever.”

And for the first time in a long while, as all hope of resisting slipped from his grasp, Sam found himself questioning if perhaps, beneath the layers of fear and uncertainty, he didn’t want to fight it at all.

Notes:

Please leave a comment—whether you loved it, hated it, or just want to share your thoughts, I’d love to hear from you!

[rckfck]

Sam Carpenter HC’s!!

a/n - first post. didn’t really know how to start this off so.

warnings: sexual content?; implied gp!reader

SFW:

idk why but Sam seems like she’d be like super tender headed 😭.

LOVES back scratches. head scratches too. any kind of scratches.

100% a jacket thief. u got a new jacket? nope. you and Sammie did 🙂🙂. Or even like anything that’s yours. beanies? she’s wearing it.

will absolutely match with you. all day, everyday. matching rings? yes. matching necklaces? yes.

actually so possessive, but it’s like insecure possessive? she’ll never admit it tho. cute barista asks for your number? she’s throwing your arm over her shoulders and pressing soft little kisses to your cheek before you can even register what’s happening.

idk, i think her love language is touch and acts of service. had a bad day? she’ll make your favorite dish and put on your fav movie.

total softie for you, as you are for her. total golden retriever/ black cat typa thing. like yeah, you look all tough n shit but that doesn’t mean you are 😭.

Sam on the other hand.. oh your orders wrong? it’s ok, she’ll fix it for you bc ur scared to talk to the waiter 😭😭. u don’t wanna order ur own drink? it’s ok, she has ur order for literally any place memorized.

NSFW

total dom. no doubt in my mind at all.

mommy kink 😇😇

idk, just her riding ur face. tugging at your hair, moaning and saying the meaning shit. “you like being used, yeah?” “c’mon. let mommy use your pretty face.” “if your good for me maybe i’ll give that little cock of yours a treat, hmm?”

PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK

LOVES edging you. and then overstimulating you?!? HAJAHHEVW

just having you sprawled out in her lap, jerking your cock while you suck her pretty tits? like holy shit

whispers THE nastiest shit in ur ear to see you blush.

most definitely will peg you at one point or another.

cock slapping??!?!

CHOKING!!

aftercare tho.. as mean as she is in bed, she’ll curl up against your chest, just scratching your head and telling you how good you did!!

a/n2- i’m actually so obsessed with her send help

[desmond69miles]

hey can I get headcanons for the ink demon with a child!reader who was one of the many attempts of Joey trying to make Audrey?

hello hello anon! thank you for your request :] my posts have been far inbetween due to health and family reasons, I promise I'm still alive!

[-: Childish and innocent, you'd make the Ink Demon's life a living hell. He's supposed to be the infamous killer, the murderous demon that lurked around the studios. Yet, you giggled and smiled at Bendy!

[-: I HC that The Ink Demon doesn't injure/kill kids unless provoked, due to the fact that he still is somewhat an image of Bendy from the cartoons. However, the Ink Demon did not like you, at all. Hatred ran inside of his inky bones; There wasn't an excuse for him to like you.

[-: He'd try to scare you off by threatening death or permanent mutilation, but you giggled and smiled wider. It seemed that whatever the Ink Demon did, you wouldn't shake the fatherly image you saw of Bendy. He thought it was stupid and somewhat disgusting that Joey tried to make a child but recycled them here, holding a small bit of guilt for you.

[-: It would take months of you following him around the studio for him to warm up to you. After all, your still Joeys creation, and we know that Bendy isn't too fond of his creators. But once he warmed up to you, he'd let you walk around the studio without him hissing at you to back off. (You'd cry when he'd walk into the wall to teleport to another location, making the Demon cock his head and ask you if you couldn't walk through walls.)

[-: Just because he's warmed up to you doesn't mean he likes you yet. Your still a child, weak and defenseless. Bendy couldn't babysit you all the time, he had a studio to run! He did find you annoying, stupid, and too giddy for his taste, but at least you have a protector in the monsterous studio.

[-: If your like Audrey and have special powers, Bendy would help you control and use them. (Totally not so he can consume you later.) He's a good mentor, although he gets pissed easily and lashes out a lot.

[-: Bendy's the only form of a parent that you'd ever had, the only form of comfort. And by no means is he a good one, but through trial and error he can become a good friend. Even demons get lonely :)

[-: After a good year of getting used to you, he'd let you touch his horns and climb around on him. His ink is cold and slightly sticky, not enough to leave a residue but still gummed. If he really likes you, he'd let you scribble on walls using his claws.

[-: Bendy would not let you near Sammy. That poor man is crazed and insane, no doubt that he'd try to sacrifice you to Bendy or try to harm you. Maybe when your a bit older and know how to fend for yourself would he let you see him.

[-: Relating to the one above, he would not let you walk around the studio by yourself. There are so many dark and morbid things. Killers, thiefs, raiders, slavers, it was a madhouse. You're still a child and need some protection.

[-: I HC that Bendy is blind and goes off of scent/hearing, so he'd have an ear out for you all the time. Also, do not let him pick out your outfits. 99% of the time their covered in ink and off a dead body, too big for you to wear.

[-: To close these headcanons, I think Bendy would be an OK parent with a lot of learning. You're like a bean in comparison to him, he's fearful that he'll step on you. Just be kind and he'll be semi-nice in return.

thank you for reading! ask box open <3

[curious-and-curiouser]

Sammy Keyes Re-read

Hey everyone, I have decided to start the journey of re-reading the SK books from Hotel Thief to Kiss Goodbye.

Currently on chapter 5 of Hotel Thief and I feel so much nostalgia already. I am planning on posting more often (as often as I can lol) as I go through each book. Let me know if you have any suggestions for posts!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Masterlist of Jake Kim + Samuel Seo ✨Bullshit✨

Guess who hit the link limit AGAAAIN

Lookism Masterlist | Part 2 ☞ (multi-character headcanons/dynamics) more Jake + Sammy here

Lookism Storylines ☞ (fun shit. mix of x reader and with reader)

Gun + Goo | Part 2 | You're here! Jake + Samuel | Vin + Ryuhei | Everyone else ☞ (single character-centric standalones)

... Even More Lookism Masterlist ☞ (different characters in same scenarios series) more Jake + Sammy here

How To Fight/Viral Hit Masterlist | Seong Taehoon

Character-Centric Standalones

Jake Kim: Dirty Talking hc

Jake Kim x Reader: Stargazing

Jake Kim x Reader: Cuddling to a bit more hc

Jake Kim x Reader: Hands

Jake Kim x Reader: Drive

Jake Kim x Reader: To the end

Jake Kim x Reader: when did you know you liked me?

Jake Kim x Reader: betting on love

Jake Kim x Reader: Favourite thing about you

Jake Kim x Reader: Teeth | Dental Implants

Jake Kim x Reader: Watching sunrise

Jake Kim x Reader: Soulmates

Jake Kim x Reader: Asking you out...?

Jake Kim x Reader: Gym workout

Jake Kim x Reader: hellos and goodbyes

Jake Kim x Reader: First kisses

Jake Kim x Reader: Thirsty

Jake Kim x Reader: Best friends | Sad bb version

Jake Kim x Reader: dreams and reality

Jake Kim x Reader: Youth

Jake Kim x Reader: Hair Pomade

Jake Kim x Reader: Arguments and apologies

Jake Kim x Reader: Juicy doubles

Jake Kim x Reader: Let's play

Jake Kim x Reader: SINU!

Jake Kim x Reader: Spare for specific uses

Jake Kim x Reader: Flip flops (feat Sinu)

Jake Kim x Reader: Cleaning Duties

Jake Kim x Reader: Big

Jake Kim x Reader: Scrapes

Jake Kim x Reader: Bubble tea

Jake Kim x Reader: Clothes thief

Jake Kim x Idol!Reader: That's my girlfriend!

Jake Kim x Reader: Only One (1) Bed

Jake Kim x French!Reader: Lecture

Jake Kim x Reader: Public Toilets

Jake Kim x Reader: Minseon

Jake Kim x Reader: Jealous

Jake Kim x Reader: Mother in Law

Jake Kim x Reader: Cinema

Jake Kim x Reader: Smiles

Jake Kim x Reader: Open Door Policy

Jake Kim x Reader: Right Person

Jake Kim x Reader: I love you more

Lunchbox for your boyfriend! Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Samuel Seo: Melancholia

Samuel Seo x Reader: Leaving Big Deal

Samuel Seo x Reader: Another work day | Too much peace

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spectacles

Samuel Seo x Reader: Casual

Samuel Seo x Cinnamon Roll Reader hc

Samuel Seo x Reader: Morning

Samuel Seo x Reader: Cigarettes

Samuel Seo x Reader: Nepotism

Samuel Seo x Idol!Reader: Bodyguard

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

Samuel Seo x Reader: Morning routine | Night routine

Samuel Seo x Reader: I've missed you

Samuel Seo x Reader: kiss me before you go

Samuel Seo x Reader: flustering you in public

Samuel Seo x Reader: Haircut

Samuel Seo x Reader: Office time thief

Samuel Seo: Office routine (shitpost)

Samuel Seo x Reader: DMs

Samuel Seo x Reader: Thankful

Samuel Seo x Reader: Third Saturday of every month

Samuel Seo x Goo's Younger Sister!Reader: Plushie

Samuel Seo x Reader: Carry Me

Samuel Seo x Reader: Food

Samuel Seo x Reader: Corporate

Samuel Seo x Reader: Falling

Samuel Seo x Reader: my only one

Samuel Seo x Reader: Waiting

Jake Kim + Samuel Seo: Bro

Jake Kim x Samuel Seo: Better together

[shunin-gumis]

As Master Joe Wishes - Track 02

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Jelly for handling this chapter!

~~~(flashback)

Toi: Wawawaa! The exterior was lovely, but the interior is also wonderful! It looks like the kind of place where the main character falls in love with the love interests, or have major misunderstandings... It’s so heart pounding!

Ryui: Oi, ‘sit okay to take pictures here? I wanna take pictures of Toi.

Samejima: It should be fine, I think.

Daniel: …The way you say that means this ain’t your house?

Netaro: Sammy lives in much cheaper accommodation than this.

Samejima: Hahaha, but after 30 years, my loan will—... Hey, wait a sec!

Yodaka: Apologies for the sudden question, Samejima-san, but how exactly are you acquainted with Netaro?

Samejima: Well after a certain case, he's started to help me with some of my investigations. Only occasionally, though.

Nagi: …By a certain case, do you mean the one with the missing heart and flowers*?

Yodaka: I see, so it was then… I understand.

Ryui: And? Can we get back on track? Don’ tell me we came in just to have a fuckin’ tea party? If it’s that then I’m headin’ home.

Samejima: Haha, that would put me in a tight spot so let's get started.

Samejima: Uhh, we called everyone here today to this remote location because of a certain request. —Hiramei, the documents.

Hiramei: Sup, I’m Samejima-san’s subordinate, Hiramei, nice to meet you. Here are the holo-documents!

Daniel: …A guard for this manor’s master?

Samejima: Yes. That being said, the original owner of this place passed of senility a few days ago.

Samejima: Her name was “Brunhild Senba.” She was a megastar of the acting world and a German residing in Japan.

Yodaka: In that case, who will we be acting as guards for?

Samejima: That’s the thing. You see, she didn’t have any family members, so through the will, the enormous inheritance she possessed was transferred to a different person…, no, a different child…took it all. That child… is the one you must protect.

Ryui: …This shit seems kinda convoluted.

Samejima: Ahh yeah… I’m not too sure how to explain that part. ...Nevermind that, let’s move on.

Samejima: So, Brunhild-shi was a famous gem collector. She collected many exotic and rare gems.

Samejima: But after her death, rumors that she poured most of her wealth into a custom made “secret treasure” began to circulate about.

Samejima: That’s when we received news that the internationally wanted criminal organization, “Anonymous,” had set their sights on it. Well, they’re called a criminal organization, but they’re honestly just a ragtag bunch of troublemakers… That being said, we can’t let down our guards

Samejima: And amidst that, a world famous phantom thief also got wrapped up in it…

Daniel: Ahh, what the hell, I'm going home.

Toi: Ehhh!? Why!? Danny-san, we’re about to get to the good part!!

Daniel: My dead grandma always told me to never stick my nose into trouble.

Nagi: Trouble……? But it’s like a scene outta a cool drama.

Yodaka: Putting that aside, I think it would be a bit difficult for amateurs like us to go against a criminal organization.

Ryui: I agree with Natsume. Couldn’t give two shits about Hachinoya, but I don’t want Toi to be put in danger.

Daniel: And that’s that. See ya.

Netaro: I won’t let you! You shall not pass, you shall not pass~~~!

Daniel: Woah……. Oi, Netaro, be a good boy and let me go.

Netaro: Nopes, no goesies. If you want to pass, you’ll have to do it over my dead body.

Samejima: Hahaha, sorry, but can you hear me out until the end?

Samejima: And so, well, as you can all guess, we want to use that secret treasure as bait and lure “Anonymous” out in order to round them all up in one go.

Ryui: And like I said, why’s it gotta be us? The police should just do their own thing.

Netaro: Is Ryui a dumb dumb? It’s because they can’t, which is why I was consulted♪

Ryui: You wanna fucking go?

Netaro: And that’s ‘cause, the one we’ll be guarding~, is the “secret treasure” itself~.

Netaro: It’s a very Kawaii and pretty thing after all♪

Ryui: Huh……? The fuck you——

??: May I have your attention please~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!

Notes:

The missing heart and flower case is from Netaro's novel

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What happens when wearing The Crescent Amulet/Taffy's Prison?

This explains what happens when someone wears The Crescent Amulet and some history (in the bad guys x steven universe au).

(To let you know, this is long)

Here's the explaintion:

Since Taaffeite “Taffy” is like Lapis Lazuli in this AU, she would gotten caught in the middle of the war when visiting earth, ending up getting poofed by a Crystal Gem (either by a Bismuth or a different gem) and would be mistaken for a Crystal Gem by a Homeworld soldier.

But, instead of a mirror like Lapis, Taffy would be put in a moon shape frame Amulet with small non sentient gems.

To communicate with her, someone/gem would wear the Amulet and only the wearer would see her light silhouette and also hear her voice, so the wearer can talk to her. Also The person/gem wearing the Amulet would also get to have her powers. (since amulets symbolize protection, power, and good luck). (Also think of the mystic amulet that Gideon Gleeful uses in Gravity Falls, it would be about the same as that.)

Taffy would be used as a tool. Either to tell them what she knows about the leader of the rebellion and the base (which she doesn't know and she tells them but no one believes her). Or use her powers to fight the war when wearing the Amulet (which would be uncomfortable/cause pain to Taffy when used too much).

When the Homeworld Gems fled, Taffy was left on an island where the Galaxy warp pad was. (Thankfully she didn't get stomped on and got cracked).

Taffy would stay there for a few hundred years until some explorers (maybe Buddy Budwick's friends/crew) came to the island. One of the explorers (lets call him Sammy) found her prison and took her prison with him on the ship, to examine it more.

Sammy would name her prison The Crescent Amulet, because of the golden moon frame.

When the explorers got to the mainland, Sammy would put on The Crescent Amulet and would experience what the wearers would feel and see when wearing it.

He would be surprised to see a light silhouette and hear Taffy's voice, along with having her powers when wearing the amulet. But he slowly would adjust and start getting used to the powers when wearing The Crescent Amulet.

Sammy would use her powers to build homes and sort of talk with Taffy as he built a few Empires.

Then he would show his friends and other people the power of The Crescent Amulet, letting some of them wear The Crescent Amulet.

Taffy would meet a lot of people that would wear The Crescent Amulet but she would notice something. They all start to get greedy, prideful, and power hungry. Some start to go crazy.

Taffy would try to talk to Sammy when he wears the Amulet, begging him to stop this craziness and set her free... But he didn't listen as he also got a bit crazy, greedy, prideful, and... power hungry.

Soon, people started to fight and caused a few wars over The Crescent Amulet and Taffy couldn't do anything but watch everyone fight for her power.

Taffy's Crescent Amulet prison would be passed to different owners over the years, either by generations or won in a war.

Taffy would start to feel nothing, the hope of being freed was low.

But around late 1890s, when Taffy would be in position of a very rich family, The Crescent Amulet would be stolen by none other than Reginald E. Scary.

Taffy would notice that Reginald was different from the many different people who had her prison. He was the first thief to get his hands/wings on The Crescent Amulet and was able to steal it. She also noticed that he was alone, nothing but with the jewels and things that he stole.

When Reginald puts on The Crescent Amulet, he would experience what the wearers would feel and see when wearing it.

Just like Sammy, Reginald would be surprised to see a light silhouette and hear Taffy's voice, along with having her powers when wearing the amulet. He slowly would adjust and start getting used to the powers when wearing The Crescent Amulet.

But Reginald wouldn't use her power when wearing The Crescent Amulet. Instead, he would talk with Taffy and they would get to know each other as Reginald gets the clues and traps set. (This would have been around when Reginald sealed himself in his mansion.)

Taffy start to be happy but she noticed that Reginald was paranoid.

Not wanting to lose another friend, Taffy would plan to ask Reginald to set her free but Reginald already passed away...

So Taffy would wait in her prison that was placed on the stand for MANY years, until The Bad Guys arrived at the mansion to steal The Crescent Amulet (and, after sometime, accidentally break the gold frame, which sets her free after a long time).