#especially violent shit or grown men yelling at their games

[rainey-staerie-daize]

Decided to subscribe to PBS Kids' YouTube channel from both of the littles' accounts in order to further influence their suggested videos.

Also introduced Xan to playing Plague Inc. He enjoyed it, but ultimately uninstalled it because it quit his current game twice.

I don't know what to do with the guest YouTube profile on the Switch. I'd log both of them in on the Switch so their settings would take affect, including the bedtime shutdown I set up on Friday, but they sometimes take that thing to their dad's place and I don't know what would happen.

[bentaylorrogerhardy]

As The World Crumbles (Chapter Ten)

Collaboration with @hystericalrogertaylor

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 2680

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have been dating since Bohemian Rhapsody’s release. Everything seemed perfect for the young couple, until the night of the Golden Globes. Russia has bombed the United States, destroying everything and implementing a ruthless dictatorship. With the country in tatters, Ben, (Y/n), Rami, Lucy, Joe, and Gwilym form the Killer Queens, a vigilante group aimed on destroying the new government, and the cold-blooded dictator, Cornelius Vanzant.

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of death, LIVE BIRTH, mentions of blood

A/N: hi we don’t know how birth actually goes down, so sorry if its not accurate to what actually happens.

Our masterlists, along with the masterlist for this story, can be found in either of our profile descriptions!

“Shit shit shit shit.” You sat back down in your chair, tugging on your hair. “They’re gonna kill us. We’re all dead. There’s no hope.” 

Brian ran into the men’s bathroom, coming back with a steel pry bar. “Someone cover me.” He slowly advanced back towards the door.

Another series of knocks were heard; then, a soft female voice. “Hello? Can I please come in?”

Joe frowned. “For someone who likely wants us dead, she’s being very polite about it.”

“Maybe she’ll murder us with compliments,” Roger thought aloud.

“Someone cover me!” Brian almost shouted. Gwilym found his own weapon from the restroom stash and came to stand behind Brian. 

Cautiously, Brian placed his hand on the doorknob again. He waited a few seconds before flinging the door open without warning, raising the pry bar far above his head.

“Whoa!” the woman shouted, stepping back and covering her face with her arms. “It’s okay! I mean no harm!”

Gwilym grabbed Brian’s arm, forcing it down to his side. Once the woman straightened herself out, his jaw went slack. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He felt kind of awkward staring at her, but he couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous.

“Gwil.” Brian smacked Gwilym on the arm, pulling him out of his trance. “You’ll catch flies.”

Gwilym shook his head violently. “Sorry.” He tried to look more stern. “Why are you here?”

The woman took a deep breath. “My name’s Natasha Vanzant. I’m the wife of Cornelius. I followed your group here after you were attacked.”

“Clearly,” Brian said, getting angrier by the moment. “What do you want?”

Natasha let a few tears slide down her face. “I...I know what they’re doing to Ben. Terrible things. I want to help you get him out.”

Hearing your husband’s name, you pushed past Gwilym so you could see Natasha. “What are they doing to him?” She hesitated. “I need to know!”

“They’re testing a new simulation on him.” She took a shaky breath. “They can control him with just their voices. Cornelius is using him as his personal puppet. He’s going through physical training, so he can be strong enough to kill all of you, especially you.” She gave you a sad look.

You stepped back and accidentally ran into Joe. You turned around, sobbing into his chest.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Calm down, it’ll still be okay.”

“The only man I’ve ever loved wants me dead!” you screamed. “Ben...Ben wants me dead.”

Joe wrapped his arms around you tighter. “I’m sure we can still get him back. He can’t be completely gone.”

Your whole body trembled. “We can’t rescue him for another two months. If he killed me, he’d kill the baby too.”

Joe nodded slowly. He looked up to Natasha. “How long do we have until they kill him?”

Natasha closed her eyes. “There’s no way to tell.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, screaming into it. Joe shushed you, looking between you and Lucy with a distraught look. “I don’t think we have a choice but to wait. Or leave these two here.”

You shook your head. “I have to go. Maybe if he actually sees me, he’ll snap out of it.”

“Cornelius is smart. He’s likely to spread out the injections to keep your husband alive for as long as possible.” Natasha stepped forward to hug you before Brian gave her a glare, causing her to step back again.

“How is Ben too valuable to kill?” you asked.

Natasha sighed. “He does anything that’s asked of him. Ben’s the puppet, Cornelius is the puppet master. He can make your husband do anything he wants him to. The simulation hasn’t worked with anyone else. Ben was the first to not have his body go into immediate shock when he was injected for the first time.

“And it’s working. Really well. He was shown an old Killer Queens broadcast, one with you in it, (Y/n), and he attacked the TV so violently that his hand needed stitches, it was cut up so badly.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” you shouted, covering your ears. “You’re lying! This isn’t happening!”

“I’m gonna take her to go lie down.” Joe started guiding you in the direction of the stairs to the basement. “You’ll be okay. Just breathe.”

Once Joe managed to get you down the stairs and into your room, he gently helped you down onto one of the couches. Frankie, woken up by the noise, growled at Joe from across the room; her mom was sad, and she thought Joe was the cause.

“Frankie, it’s okay,” you blubbered. “Joe’s just helping mommy, that’s all.”

Seeming to understand you, Frankie jumped off of her couch and ran over to you, jumping up next to you and curling up by your side. She licked at your hand, causing Joe to smile.

“See, Frankie wants you to keep your chin up.” Joe sat down on the floor by your head.

You shook your head. “What are we gonna do?” you asked hopelessly.

Joe reached, grabbing your hand. “We’re going to lay low, you and Lucy are going to pop out some babies, and then we’ll get your husband back.”

“How are we going to do that?” you asked. You could feel your exhaustion overtaking you.

Joe sighed. “I honestly don’t know. But it’s going to happen. I promise.”

---

Two months later...

“We’re gonna kick your asses,” Lucy threatened, pretending to crack her knuckles.

Roger laughed. “You’re both operating on pregnancy brain. Combined, you form one brain.”

“Hey!” you shouted, making everyone else laugh.

Natasha looked over at Gwilym awkwardly. She’d decided to stay with your group; she hated her husband as much as you did, and she had no intention of going back to him. She and Gwilym had grown quite close, and they spent as much time together as they could. “I’ve actually never played this game,” she admitted.

Gwilym gasped. “It’s one of the best! I’ll teach you as we go along.” He leaned down to her ear, pointing at Roger. “Beware of him though, he cheats like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Excuse you?” Roger asked. “No, I don’t cheat, I simply have my own vocabulary that’s superior to you simpletons.”

Brian nodded. “Uh huh, sure you do, Roger.”

The game proceeded normally; Gwilym and Natasha, who were on a team, led the pack; you and Lucy, also on a team together, were in dead last. Roger was in second because of his “superior vocabulary”, and Brian was third. You’d invited Joe to play on your team, but he decided to take a shower.

“Maybe if we cheat, we can pull ahead,” Lucy suggested.

“I don’t cheat!” Roger borderline shouted.

“We didn’t even mention you.” Lucy smirked.

You chuckled, looking at your stand full on consonants. “I don’t think we could make a fake word even if we wanted to.”

“It doesn’t have to have vowels,” Roger suggested as he played “rvrs”.

You frowned. “That’s just ‘reverse’ without the vowels.”

“I want a V tile…” Brian grumbled.

You laughed at Brian’s comment, which caused you to cough. Suddenly, you stopped, staring at the wall wide-eyed. You looked down, seeing a bit of clear fluid already pooling on the chair.

“Umm...guys?” you wavered.

“What?” Lucy asked. She looked down at where you were looking and her jaw dropped. “Ohhhhhhh shit.”

Brian frowned. “What happened?”

“I...um...I think my water just broke,” you said.

Everyone shot up from the table all at once. Roger, the most panicked looking, ran off towards the shower area, yelling, “JOE! JOE GET OUT HERE!!!”

“Let’s get her to her room.” Brian put an arm around your waist, helping you down the stairs.

The first contraction hit on the way down. It wasn’t quite painful yet, just extremely uncomfortable. You groaned, holding onto the railing and Brian’s shoulder.

Once you were comfortably on the couch, Brian found a piece of paper and a pen and tried his very best to time your contractions. With no stopwatch, however, it was just his best guess. As they began to get worse, you began to get louder and more scared.

Joe skidded in a few minutes later, his hair dripping wet. “What the hell is going on?”

“I’m giving birth, you idiot!” you shouted, squeezing Brian’s hand.

“O-Okay!” Joe stood next to Brian. “What do I need to--?” He was cut off by Roger yelling out a few curse words in the hallway.

A few seconds later, the drummer burst through the closed door. “Lucy’s water just broke.”

All three of you went wide eyed. “Okay!” Brian shouted. “You, Gwil, and Natasha help her, Joe and I will stay with (Y/n).” Roger nodded, slamming the door shut.

Another contraction hit, and the commotion outside and Joe’s obvious anxiety caused you to start crying. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this!”

Joe brushed a few sweaty strands of hair off of your forehead, giving it a soft kiss. “You can do this, you just have to breathe.”

“I need Ben,” you said. “I need him here!”

“Just breathe with me.” Joe took in a deep breath and let it out. “Can you do that for me?”

You shook your head. “I need you to look down there.”

“What?” Joe recoiled back in disgust. “Why do I need to do that?”

“She needs to know how far she’s dilated,” Brian explained.

“Nonononono.” Joe didn’t seem as compelled to help anymore. “This is too gross.”

“Joe, you have to,” Brian said.

“You do it!” Joe retorted.

“JOSEPH MAZZELLO JUST FUCKING LOOK!” you screamed.

“Okay!” He looked down at your vagina, shuddering. “I don’t know, two inches?”

“I need the number in centimeters, Joe,” Brian said, exasperated.

“I don’t know centimeters!”

Another contraction started, causing you to scream in pain. “I can’t do this! I can’t have this baby!”

“Sweetie, you’re doing great.” Brian wrote something down on his paper, giving you a reassuring smile. “All seems to be going well.” He did a quick calculation. “Okay, you’re at about five centimeters, so you’re already halfway there!” He sighed. “All we can do is wait…”

---

Half an hour later, you were in even more pain and Joe was just as freaked out. You were tired of contractions, and Joe was tired of having to check how much you were dilated.

“I don’t know, four inches?!” he said.

Brian did another calculation. “She’s at ten.” He grabbed your hand again. “Honey, you have to push now. Joe, you need to deliver the baby.”

“WHY?” he shouted.

“Just fucking do it!” you screamed at him. He quickly got into position, ready to catch the baby when it came out.

“All right, push!” Brian commanded.

You pushed as hard as you could, screaming at the top of your lungs. You’d never thought you’d have to give birth without medicine, and this was the worst pain you could ever imagine.

“Eew, eew, eew, there’s a head!” Joe turned his head away, gagging. “It’s got blood all over it!”

“Stay focused, Mazzello,” Brian said. Joe looked back at the baby’s head reluctantly.

You rested after pushing before going at it again. With each push, the pain got worse. It felt like you were trying to push a watermelon through your privates. After another rest, you pushed again, feeling the dreaded ring of fire. You screamed, pounding your fist on the back of the couch.

“What’s she doing?” Joe asked, extremely concerned. “Oh, my God, that does not look comfortable.”

“Once we get the shoulders out, it should be smooth sailing.” Brian smiled at you. “Keep going, you’re doing great!”

One more push and you felt the head come out. Brief relief flooded you, before you began to worry. “Joe, make sure the cord isn’t around their neck!”

Joe looking like he was going to vomit. “You want me to touch it?!”

“DO IT!”

Joe reached down and felt around the baby’s neck, cringing the whole time. “I don’t feel anything.” He stepped back, wiping his hands on his pants.

“We’ve just got the shoulders to go, and then they should just fall out! Don’t do it yet, I need to go find something to cut the cord with.” He jumped up and ran off, leaving you and Joe alone.

“You owe me big time after this,” Joe said. You gave him the dirtiest glare he’d ever seen, causing him to look away and whistle awkwardly.

Brian rushed back in. “I found a clamp and some scissors in a classroom upstairs!” He knelt back down next to the couch. “Okay. Are you ready to be a mom?”

You nodded. “Just get this thing out of me!”

“Joe, switch with me, I think I should cut the cord. You don’t look like you’re in the best shape to.” Brian gave him a look.

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Joe jumped up, giving Brian his place.

“All right (Y/n). Push!”

You pushed, screaming and cussing as your baby’s shoulders came out. A few seconds later, an immense loss of stress was felt. The baby was out.

Brian clamped and cut the cord fairly quickly. “It’s a girl!” he said happily. He stood up, placing your newborn daughter on your chest.

You held her close to you, listening to her exceptionally loud wails. You looked over at Joe, tears in your eyes. “Ben was right,” you cried. “It’s a girl.”

Joe began to cry as well. “I’m so proud of you,” he said quietly.

Brian smiled. “Okay (Y/n), you’re just going to need to push a little more…”

“WHAT?” you and Joe shouted at the same time.

“Not another baby!” he quickly clarified. “The placenta.” He looked over to Joe. “Do you want to deliver it?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “What’s a placenta?!”

“Just do it!” you shouted, forgetting that you were holding a baby. You kissed her on the forehead, muttering a quick, “I’m sorry.”

Joe resumed his original position, looking scared out of his mind. “Okay, go, I guess.”

You started to push right as Brian began to speak. “Now, you won’t have to push as hard because the placenta isn’t as difficult to give birth to as--”

Joe screamed bloody murder as the placenta came flying out and hit him right in the face. He squirmed on the floor, trying to get as far away from it as possible.

“...as the baby,” Brian finished.

You let out several deep breaths. You were finally able to actually look down at your baby girl. “Hi precious,” you cooed. You weren’t entirely sure if she heard you; this was the loudest baby you’d ever seen. “Hi, I’m Mommy. Yeah, I’m your mommy.” You began to cry when you noticed the few blonde curls that adorned her head. “Guys, she has Ben’s hair.”

Joe smiled sadly. “She’s beautiful.”

A few seconds later, you heard Lucy screaming, and then a few joyous shouts. “It’s a boy!”

---

Despite the immense trauma you’d just gone though, you managed to walk over to Lucy’s room to be able to sit with her.

“How does it feel?” you asked. “To be a mom?”

Lucy shook her head, staring down at her son. “I’ve never been this happy and this sad at the same time.”

You sighed. You had breastfed your daughter for the first time, and she’d actually fallen asleep. “Me too.”

“But I know he’s looking down and smiling,” Lucy said. “He’s able to love his little bundle of joy all the way from Heaven.”

You smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Rami Said Malek the Second.” A tear slipped down her face. “It seemed only fitting. He looks just like Rami did as a baby.” She looked down at your daughter, swaddled in a bright yellow blanket. “What’s her name?”

“Brenna Mercury Hardy,” you answered.

Lucy smiled. “Mercury?” she asked. “For Freddie?”

You nodded. “It’s only fair. He’s part of the reason Ben and I got together.”

“I love it.” She wrapped her free hand around you. “Let’s go get your husband back.”

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 2) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

From inside the quinjet, Brendon watched the dark skies, thunder booming all around. Coming out of nowhere, The Director spoke over the comms network.

“Said anything?” he asked, referring to Loki.

“Not a word,” Brendon murmured, tossing a quick look over his shoulder at the restrained god.

“Just get him here. We’re low on time.”

With Loki tied up and cuffed to his seat, Tony and Steve watched from a distance.

“I don’t like it,” Steve spoke.

“What?” Tony wheezed, gently cocking his head in the direction of Loki, “Rock of Ages giving up so easily?”

“I don’t remember it ever being that easy. This guy packs a wallop.”

“Still,” the genius skewed his mouth, “you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What’s your thing? Pilates?”

Steve squinted, genuinely confused. “What?”

“It’s like calisthenics,” Tony explained, “You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a…” he looked the soldier up and down, “Capsicle.”

Steve looked at Tony, finally meeting his ego match.

“Fury didn’t tell me he was calling you in.”

“Yeah,” Tony puffed, “there’s a lot of things Fury doesn’t tell you.”

The soldier’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but before he could respond to the unnerving remark, thunder boomed overhead and lightning struck down, nearly hitting the jet and causing it to shake violently.

“Where’s this coming from?” Natasha frowned, piloting the aircraft so as to avoid getting hit.

Thunder continued rumbling overhead. Loki stared out of the window intently, a slight hint of trepidation on his face.

“What’s the matter?” Brendon called, moving from next to Natasha towards the god, “Scared of a little lightning?”

Looking up, Loki gave an answer. “I’m not overly fond of what follows.”

Outside the jet, a blinding light hit the rooftop. Only it wasn’t a light – it was a King.

Suddenly, the ramp to the quinjet was yanked open and before any of the occupants could react, Thor grabbed Loki by the throat and swung his hammer around a couple times, allowing it to fly both of them away.

Steve, Tony and Brendon were left dumbstruck.

Tony put the Iron Man helmet back on. “Now there’s that guy,” he muttered, starting for the open ramp.

“Another Asgardian,” Brendon noted, reaching out to grab a parachute.

“Think the guy’s a friendly?” Steve inquired, still slightly put off.

“Doesn’t matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract’s lost.” Tony turned and got ready to jump off the jet to chase after Thor.

Securing the clip of the parachute around his chest, Brendon walked over to stand by Tony’s side. Steve looked at them keenly.

“Urie, Stark, we need a plan of attack!”

“We have a plan,” Brendon informed.

Tony turned his head around the tiniest bit, finishing Brendon’s thought, “Attack.”

The two men hurtled themselves out of the jet, falling through the air as they chased after Thor. Steve hastily gathered a parachute and prepared to follow.

“I’d sit this one out, Cap,” Natasha called over her shoulder.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t see how I can.”

Flicking some switches on the control panel, Natasha creased her brow. “These guys come from legends, they’re basically gods.”

“There’s only one God, ma’am,” the Captain said, moving to the edge of the ramp, “And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”

~

Somewhere out in the European mountains, the two gods touched down; Thor threw Loki into the side of the mountain and raised Mjölnir. He looked down at his brother with anger – he thought him to be dead all this time, and it was infuriating to see him alive in this fashion.

“Where is the Tesseract?” Thor bellowed, wasting no time.

Loki, using one hand to push himself up as the other clutched his side, laughed heartily. “I missed you, too.”

The god of thunder took a threatening step forward. “Do I look to be in a gaming mood?”

“Oh, you should thank me.” Loki stood up, matching his brother’s stance, and lowered his voice. “With the Bifrost gone, how much dark energy did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you here? Your precious Earth,” he spat.

Thor dropped his hammer, causing the entire mountain to quake. He grabbed Loki by the collar of his cloak. His brother. Although Thor was pissed beyond belief for what Loki had done, family meant everything to a man – and especially to a god.

“I thought you dead,” Thor said softly.

“Did you mourn?”

“We all did. Our father-“

Loki raised a finger, cutting him off and correcting him. “Your father. He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?”

Thor let Loki go, and the god of mischief walked away from his brother. As the ground distance between them grew, so did the wedge in their relationship. Determined to get through to his little brother, Thor walked after him.

“We were raised together, we played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?” he implored.

Turning around, Loki answered solemnly. “I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I who was and should be king!”

“So you take the world I love as recompense for your imagined slights?” Thor scoffed, holding out one hand and shaking his head, “No, the earth is under Asgardian protection, Loki.”

Another laugh. “And you and our dear cousin are doing a marvellous job with that,” Loki said sarcastically, extending his arms and leaning forward, “The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly threat. I mean to rule them. Why should I not?”

“You think yourself above them.”

Loki looked taken aback, as if the answer was so incredibly obvious. “Well, yes.”

“Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. Throne would suit you ill.”

Angrily, Loki shoved Thor to the side. He walked back up to the ledge, then turned around.

“I’ve seen worlds you’ve never known about! I have grown, Odinson, in my exile! I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it…”

Thor hurriedly started forward. “Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be-king?”

“I am a king!” Loki yelled.

“Not here!” Thor yelled back, grabbing his brother yet again, “You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!” His voice and his face softened. “You come home.”

“I don’t have it.” Loki replied simply. “You need the cube to bring me home, but I’ve sent it off I know not where.”

Thor held his hand out, and Mjölnir flew back to his grasp. “You listen well, brother. I-“

Out of nowhere, Thor was knocked off of the mountain by Iron Man, who tackled him mid-flight.

Loki raised one brow. “I’m listening.”

Down below, Thor and Iron Man crashed into the forest. The Asgardian rolled himself onto his feet; Iron Man was still standing, and next to him – Brendon.

The two kept their distance, since they had no idea what the stranger’s next move was going to be. Tony’s helmet opened up.

“Do not touch me again!” Thor warned.

“Then don’t take my stuff,” Tony retorted.

Now fully upright, Thor stared both men down. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

Brendon tossed a quick look at Tony, then focused on Thor, taking note of his otherworldly attire. “Shakespeare in the park?” he scoffed, arching one brow.

Taking the joke further, Tony piped up, waving his arms around dramatically. “Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?”

Clenching his jaw, Thor grumbled under his breath. “This is beyond you, metal man. Loki will face Asgardian justice!”

“He gives up the Cube, he’s all yours. Until then, stay out of our way…tourist.”

The Iron Man helmet clamped up and Tony began walking away. In one quick move, Thor pulled Mjölnir, threw it, and knocked Iron Man clear across the way, into a tree.

Inside the suit, Tony tilted his head to the side. “Okay.”

From the mountain side, Loki rested himself against a rock, watching in amusement. Brendon caught sight of the god out of the corner of his eye and – realising that due to his lack of godly superpowers or an Iron Man suit, he was not fit to partake in the battle that was about to occur – he started up the base of the mountain, rushing to get to Loki and make sure he wouldn’t escape.

Thor raised his hand, the hammer flying back to him. He swung the weapon, summoning a ray of energy. Iron Man stood up and from his hand repulsors, shot a blast of energy that knocked the god on his ass. Flying up, he knocked Thor into a tree.

Kneeling on the ground, Thor pulled Mjölnir to his hand, raising it to the skies and summoning lightning and thunder. He pointed the hammer at Iron Man and the outpouring of lightning bolts increased in intensity. Tony fell back.

The battle continued on for a solid five minutes, which each male increasing their power with each strike, determining to overpower and outsmart the other. Right before it could escalate into a dire situation, a vibranium shield ricocheted off of both Thor and Iron Man, stopping them.

Both of them looked up, and saw Captain America standing on top of a fallen tree, with the shield back in hand.

“Hey!” the soldier yelled, “That’s enough!” Jumping down, he looked at Thor. “Now, I don’t know what you plan on doing here…”

“I’ve come here to put an end to Loki’s schemes!” Thor explained himself.

“Then prove it! Put the hammer down,” Steve challenged.

Iron Man stepped in. “Um, yeah, no! Bad call! He loves his hammer-“

Thor backhanded Iron Man with almost zero effort, sending him flying across the land. Losing all tolerance with this sentential of liberty, he raised the hammer.

“You want me to put the hammer down?!” Thor roared.

The god leapt high into the air, lifting Mjölnir. Captain America crouched down, holding up his shield. Thor began bringing the hammer down, lightning following with it.

The hammer didn’t come near the Captain, however, as its power met its match in the form of a high density cryo-blast. The collision of power caused a massive implosion of light, sending a huge shockwave through the forest, blowing up anything standing within a one-mile radius.

Iron Man stood up, looking around like ‘holy shit’. Crouching down right next to him was Cap, whose eyes were glued on the two figures in front of him.

Thor and you.

Raising your head slowly and lowering your icy, blue hand, you looked at each man in turn with an arched brow. “Gentlemen…are we done here?”

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Thank you for reading x

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[fatestemptress]

Shifting Inhibitions

Summary: Y/N owns a large Bed and Breakfast in the mountains of New York that’s been in her family for years.  But now, she has a ghost problem.  Lucky for her, her deceased father used to be a hunter and she has the contact information for two men who can help her...with the ghost problem and ONLY with her ghost problem....right?

Warnings: Bad words.  Brief Voyeurism.  Oral Sex (Both Male and Female receiving) General Smuttiness, Sexytimes and Threesomes.  Sam talking dirty.  Dean Too. 18 Plus ONLY!

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 6,851 (Eeek)

A/N: This is for the lovely @ravenangel33 ‘s Autumn Challenge.  I chose the Cabin Prompt with Dean x Reader X Sam as my pairing. 

This is the first time I’m writing the above pairing and am considering it practice for a series I’ve had in the works for a while.  I’m hoping to post it soon.

This was not beta’d and probably contains a TON of grammatical errors.

Let me know what you guys think!

“Shit!”  You cried out as your hot tea splashed onto your fingers and onto the pile of paperwork on the desk in front of you, “Shit, shit, shit.”

The construction of the new cabin on the north side of your property was taking up all of your time and energy.  Not to mention the godawful paperwork involved.

A jingle of the bell at the front entrance made you lift your head up as you dabbed at the wet spots on the papers, “Sorry!” You yelled out as you made your way out of your office to the front desk, “We’re cllllooosed.”  The word sliding out of your mouth in slow motion at the two large men standing at the check-in desk.

Large beautiful men.

The taller man smiled at you.

Large beautiful men with dimples.

The slightly shorter man gave you an expectant look before leaning on the desk, inadvertently tensing his biceps through the leather jacket he was wearing.

Large beautiful men with muscles.

“Uhhhh…”

The shorter man continued to give you a bemused look, “Are you, Y/N?”

You blinked at your name rolling out of his mouth, “Y-yes.  How did you….Oh!”  You finally felt your mouth form into a smile, “You must be Sam and Dean! Sorry I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

The taller one’s smile disappeared into a grimace, “Yeah, well lead foot over here doesn’t believe in speed limits.”

“Whatever, Sammy.  We’ve been driving for eighteen hours.  The faster we got here the better.”

“Well, Dean, if you’d just let me drive instead of being stubborn, you’d get a break from being behind the wheel.”

“Yeah, no thanks.  My lead foot on the gas is better than your lead foot on the brakes.”

You blinked at the grumbling before taking a deep breath and interrupting, “Ooookay then.” You clapped your hands and watched as both of their heads swiveled to your direction, “Why don’t we start from the beginning, hmm?”  You watched as Dean pursed his lips, and while it shouldn’t be sexy, it so was.

Focus.

“Ummm, my name is Y/N.” You pointed at the taller one and smiled, “I’m gathering you’re Sam,” You pointed at the shorter one with the growly look on his face, the smile fading from your lips, “And you’re cranky Dean.”

Dean shifted, the purse on his lips deepening, “Wait.  Why does he get the pretty smile and I get the suspicious eyes?”

Sam winked at you, “Maybe if you stopped scowling at her, she’d be a little more open to giving you that pretty smile.”

You felt a blush start up your neck and warm your cheeks as you let out a slight scoff before Dean could respond, “Well, all right then.  Let’s get to business.  Ahem.” You swallowed deeply at their expectant looks, “So, first, I guess I should say that my dad spoke really highly of your father and you guys.”

Your dad had been a hunter. He had grown up in the life but once he had met your mom at the bed and breakfast she had helped her family run, he had been completely smitten and had stayed on to help maintain the fifteen cabins on the property, only occasionally running out for a case every now and then if he was needed.

The rest was history. They had loved each other deeply and had you.  Your dad made it a point to tell you all about what goes bump in the night when you were old enough but that was as far as it went.  He didn’t want you to be unprepared but he also didn’t want you to have any part of that life that he had grown up in and your upbringing couldn’t have been more normal.

But now they were both gone and you were happily running the property in upstate New York that you loved so much.  It was a successful business.  Especially now, in the Autumn, when the leaves were changing into those fiery orange, yellow and red colors, surrounded by morning mist and fresh, crisp air that made your heart clench at the beauty of it all.

But now, for some godforsaken reason, you had a ghost on your hands.  A real life, pain in the ass, visits the cabins at night and harasses your guests, ghost.  The ghost wasn’t violent by any means but it kept flickering in and out of vision, tickling feet at night, slamming doors and generally scaring the crap out of people.

And so, came the call to the Winchesters.  You were lucky the phone numbers in your dad’s little black book still worked and they had immediately made their way down to you from another case they were working.  

Having to close for the week so that they could take care of the ghost in relative solitude was going to suck financially and you only hoped you could get your full staff back when this was all over.

Dean gave a gruff nod, “Your dad was a good hunter but an even better man.  We were sorry to hear of his death.”

You gave a small, sad smile, not able to help the slight mist that sprung to your eyes, “Thank you. But I think he’s happier being with my mom.  He wasn’t the same once she passed.  But now I’m sure they’re running a bed and breakfast together in heaven.”

Sam reached over and clasped your hand for a moment and you tried not to react to the electric current that ran from his hands to yours, “I can almost definitely say that is exactly what they’re doing up there.”

You gave Sam a bewildered look at the sincerity in his eyes.  He looked so sure that it made something in your belly tug.

Clearing your throat, you gently extracted your hand from his.  It wouldn’t do to seem desperate.  Even if it had been about three days from forever since you had sex, “Well, ummm, why don’t I show you guys over to the cabin you’ll be staying in? It has the best views of the valley.” You made your way around the front desk, over to their imposing figures, “And then once you’re all settled in we can discuss the ghost problem we’ve been having.”

The large men both leaned down and picked up their bags, “Oh and by the way, the cabin is also a two-room suite with king sized memory foam beds.  Plenty of room for the both of you.”

You were suddenly graced with Dean’s lips turning from that ever-present frown to a wide toothy grin.

And you swear your heart stopped.

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“So, that’s the property,” You said to the brothers as you led them back to their cabin.  Dusk was close and you glanced up at the gathering clouds as you pulled your sweater a little tighter around you against the chill. Rain was coming and with the way it rained in the area during this time of year, it would be closer to a monsoon. “My cabin is on the other side of the registration building.  It’s the one with the blue French doors.”

Dean shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and stopped in front of the cabin you had assigned them. The light-colored cedar wood that the cabins were built with along with the aqua blue roofs, still visible even in the waning light, made the warm light from inside spilling onto the small porch that all of the cabins had feel comfortable and cozy.   “This is a beautiful property,” Dean squinted as he looked past you, “What’s that over there?”  He asked pointing to the construction going on in the outer most section of the property.

“Oh!  That’s the honeymoon suite we’re building.  We put it further away from the other cabins, you know, for….reasons.”

Sam bit the inside of his lip as Dean grinned at her, “Yeah, I can see why you might want to keep them, ahem, a little further away.”

You couldn’t help the blush that ran up your neck to your cheeks.  You were far from innocent or even shy but these men gave off such a sense of masculinity and strength that it was throwing you off your game.

It didn’t help that they were each wearing delicious smelling colognes along with those dreamy smiles and your vagina wasn’t understanding that they were here for business not pleasure.

She was such a needy bitch sometimes.

Sam cleared his throat, “Well, uh, we’re probably going to be roaming around the property tonight, visiting the cabins and seeing if we can get the ghost to show itself.”

A roll of thunder boomed in the distance and you sighed as you nodded at Sam, “It’s gonna be a pretty bad storm,” You reached into your pocket and handed them the spare set of master keys, “The electricity tends to go out in weather like this but the main building has a back up generator in case you need power for anything.  The keys are all marked.  I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.”

With one last wave and smile, you headed over to your cabin, willing yourself not to look back and willing your vagina to stop it’s incessant throbbing.

She really couldn’t take a hint.

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Dean watched the sway of Y/N’s hips as she made her way across the property and licked the inside of his lower lip, “So, I’m thinking the construction stirred something up,” He said to Sam without taking his eyes off her.  She had a phenomenal ass and it was taking a lot of concentration on his part to focus on the case and not on what he wanted to do to her body.

Sam nodded next to him, his eyes following Y/N’s form as well, “Yeah.  First thing I thought of too.  I’ll, uh, see what I can dig up about the area.”

Dean nodded, watching as Y/N made it into her cabin, turned on the light and closed the door, “Oh and Sam?” Sam glanced over his way, “Dibs.”

Sam scoffed, “You can’t call dibs on a woman like she’s the last piece of bacon, Dean.”

“Can and did,” Dean patted his brother on the shoulder as he made his way past him to the door of their cabin, stepping into the lit interior, “Sucks for you.”

“What if she doesn’t want your grumpy ass?”

Dean shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it on the back of one of the chairs at the table in the entryway.  He walked over to the small fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer before he grinned at Sam as he sat down and turned on his laptop, “Come on now, Sam.  You know it’s a part of my charm.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he sat across from his brother turning on his own laptop, “Grumpy old man doesn’t equate Sex God, Dean.”

“Not old,” Dean mumbled, “Could still outlast you.”

“What was that?”  Sam said with a smile in his voice, “You trying to make this into a competition?”

Dean leaned back and took a sip from his bottle as he glanced over at his brother, “Or…we could just share.”

Sam sat up as he straightened out his shoulders and flicked his gaze over to Dean, “Share?”

Dean shrugged, looking away for a second, “Not like we aint done it before.”

Blinking, Sam took a swig of his own beer, “I, uh, think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.”

“Maybe,” Dean thought back to the way Y/N’s eyes kept flicking over them and the deep breaths she kept trying to hide when one of them got close to her.  The way her hair shined in the fading sunlight, the subtle smell of apples that wafted off her and the way her waist flared into those hips made things below his belt tighten.  The electricity, the tension, was there.  No denying it.  “Maybe not.”

Sam sighed before he took a deep gulp of his drink, “We really are sick puppies sometimes.”

Dean just shrugged again, “If anyone knows how short life is, it’s us.”

“Lets just concentrate on the case.  We can take care of...the rest later.”

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The thunder was getting closer.  You pushed your curtain to the side as you glanced out of the panes of the French doors in your bedroom and saw the sky brighten as lightening streaked across the sky.  

Normally, you loved storms. Curling up in front of your fireplace, with a good book in your hand or watching a movie as the rain beat against your windows, was one of your favorite things to do.  But tonight, with the Winchesters three cabins away, all you could think about doing was getting out your trusty vibrator and getting rid of some of this sexual tension.

You rolled your eyes at yourself, as you started to get ready for bed.  You lit the fireplace, took a quick shower and pulled on a white tank top with blue sleep shorts and no panties before crawling under the covers. You attempted to read the book you had on your nightstand but your mind kept wandering to the two brothers.  

It should be illegal to be that good looking.  

An image of Sam’s wide, tan, shoulders flittered through your minds’ eye and you wondered how they would look if they were lifting your hips off of your bed and onto his hard cock. Or how would Dean’s biceps look tensing and releasing as he stroked his own cock before he shoved it inside of you.

Shit.

You could feel your core dampening already.  

Almost beyond your control, you felt your fingers flick over your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top and let out a small sigh as you pinched one.

Fuck that felt good.

You continued to run your fingers over the now hardened nubs before sliding one hand down your stomach, in between your legs and over the material of your shorts, pressing down onto your clit from the outside and giving it a rough rub.

“Shit.”

You couldn’t help the small whine that left your mouth as you pinched your nipple even harder and began to really rub at the outside of your shorts.  

In your mind, you pictured it being Sam’s tongue flicking over breasts and Dean’s fingers rubbing at your pussy.

“You like that?”  Dean would ask as he breathed into your ear.  

Sam would groan around your nipple as you gasped, “Mmmmm, I think she’d like it more if you touched her bare.”

Taking the cue from your fantasy, you pushed your fingers into your shorts and let out a moan as you touched your clit with your bare fingers.  You quickly slid one into your wet core and gathered the juices there and brought them back to your clit, rubbing it back and forth faster.

“Fuck. Yes.”

Your belly started tightening and your breath was coming out in small needy gasps.

No.  Not yet.

You hadn’t been this worked up in a long time and you just knew the orgasm that would come from touching yourself would be a good one. Maybe then you could relax enough to get some sleep.

But you wanted to drag it out just a tiny bit more.

“Fuck. You like that, baby?  Come on.  Scream for us.”

You didn’t know which Winchester in your mind said it.

And, fuck, it sure as shit didn’t matter.

You ripped your tank top down and exposed your breasts to the room as you inserted a finger into your now soaked core and pushed up and rubbed at that spot that made your toes curl.

“Yesssssssss…”

Thunder pierced the silence in your bedroom and you threw the blankets to the side as you began to get more and more worked up, your hips lifting into the air as you got yourself off.

Maybe on a quieter night, you would have heard the snap of a twig outside of your door.

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“Dude, its gonna start pouring any minute,” Sam said as he lifted his hood over his hair against the drizzle that was misting the air.

Dean huddled into his own jacket as he continued to walk toward Y/N’s cabin, “I know.  But we can probably wrap up this case in the morning and Y/N’s not answering her phone.  I just want to let her know before we start using the bulldozer and digging up her property.”

It really had taken Sam no time at all to dig up the records of the property they were on.  Many years ago, there had been an estate on the back end of her land that had burned down.  With that estate came a small graveyard that no one had laid claim to since the turn of the century.  Dean would bet every dollar he had that the construction on the new cabin had disturbed one of the old graves and brought out whatever ghost was haunting her property.

They reached the French doors of Y/N’s cabin and Dean could see the shadow of flickering fire light against the curtains she had there.  He reached up to knock against the door when Sam grabbed his hand roughly and shook his head.  Dean gave him a questioning look as Sam’s eyes stared intently between the small crack that had been inadvertently left open between the curtains.  Dean watched as twin spots of red appeared on Sam’s cheeks as he took a deep breath and clenched his jaw before putting a finger to his lips asking Dean to be quiet.  

“What?”  Dean mouthed.

Sam just shook his head, grabbed tighter at his brothers arm and started to walk away.

Uh huh.  Like I’m not gonna look and see what caused that reaction.

Shaking off his brother, Dean looked between the curtains and promptly stopped breathing.  

There, on her bed, against a backdrop of fluffy white pillows, was Y/N with her head thrown back as she rubbed at her exposed nipples and fingered herself underneath her shorts.

Holy.  Fucking. Shit.

Dean’s cock immediately swelled into hardness and he let out an involuntary groan as he saw her legs open even wider and her rubbing start to get frantic.  Her legs were shaking.  She was so close he could practically taste her slick in his mouth. He could picture his head between her legs lapping at her as she grabbed at his hair with the same roughness that she was applying to her breasts

Dean closed his eyes against the surge of lust that ran through his body, ignoring his brothers urging to leave the door.  He tried shrugging off Sam’s insistent tugging and accidently hit the door with his elbow.

Shit.

Glaring at his brother, Dean stepped back away from his position at the door as he saw Y/N’s shadow quickly sit up in her bed, followed by a light turning on.  Now, having no choice, he lifted his fist and knocked on the door.

Sam grabbed his arm again and when Dean gave him a nasty look, Sam pursed his lips before giving him a look of his own, pointing down at his crotch and Dean’s very obvious hard on.

Rolling his eyes at himself, he quickly adjusted his cock until it was under his belt.  By no means comfortable, but certainly better than the alternative.

A second later, the door opened and a disheveled Y/N, now covered in a short white silky robe, poked her head out, “Uh, hi guys,” She said breathlessly, “What uh, what can I do for you?”

Dean couldn’t help glancing down at her fingers clutched at the doorway and maybe it was his imagination, but he could swear he could see her slick shining on them.  It took all of his self-control to not grab at her hand and bring her fingers into his mouth so he could suck on them, “Hey, uh, Y/N, we think we pretty much fing- uh, figured out your ghost problem.”

Sam let out a cough, “Yeah, but we can come back if you were, uh, sleeping already.”

Lightening streaked across the sky and suddenly the heavens seemed to open up and a downpour started on the porch almost immediately soaking both brothers, “Oh my God.”  Y/N’s eyes widened and she stood to the side gesturing at the two men, “Come in, come in.”

Quickly, they entered the warm cabin, water dripping from both of them as Y/N closed the door.

“Hold on.  Let me get you some towels.”

Dean watched as her smooth legs hurried over to another room.  As he waited for her to come back, he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering over to the soft bed where moments before she had been frantically rubbing at her pussy.

Good God.

He heard a small groan and he saw Sam’s eyes doing the same slide over the bed.  Now it was Deans turn to pointedly look at his brother’s crotch and motion for him to adjust himself.

“Shit,” Sam said quietly before turning his back and trying to inconspicuously fix himself.

The sound of bare feet slapping against hardwood brought Dean’s attention back to the doorway Y/N had gone through.

“Here you go,” She said as she handed them both large fluffy white towels, “Sorry about that.  It doesn’t take long to get soaked around here.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Dean muttered.

“Pardon?”

Sam quickly stepped in front his brother as he dried his hair, “Uhhhh, thanks.  Um, I don’t want to track water through your home.  If you don’t mind, we’ll just take off our boots here.”

Y/N smiled and gestured to the loveseat sized couch and highbacked lounge chair sitting on a fluffy area rug in front of the fireplace, “Oh, that’s so thoughtful.  Why don’t we have a seat and you can tell me what you found out. Can I interest you guys in something to drink?”

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Four whiskeys and two glasses of red wine later, you were filled in on the history of your property that you were unaware of, the plan for the next day and were currently laughing at some hunting stories that Dean and Sam were telling you animatedly.  

The light from the fireplace flickered over the strength of their jaws, highlighting the beginning of five o’clock shadow starting to sweep across their cheeks, making both of their handsome faces even more prominent.

At this point, you were definitely feeling the effects of your glasses of wine.  You may have overpoured in an effort to calm your body down after almost being caught playing with yourself but you feared you had done the exact opposite.

Sitting in the armchair across from the brothers, the heat from the fireplace mixed with the alcohol thrumming through your bloodstream was making your core even more slick with want. You couldn’t stop your eyes from darting to the crotches of the two brothers and kept crossing your legs and licking your lips.

“Y/N?”

You startled slightly as your eyes popped up to meet Dean’s, “Uh, yes?”

Looking like he was fighting back a smile, he leaned forward and placed his glass on the table in front of them, “Maybe Sam and I should get going.  It’s getting late and you look like your eyes are getting a little heavy.”

“Um, actually, I was having a hard time falling asleep before you guys got here,” You said, taking another deep gulp of your wine, emptying the glass, “Besides, I like hearing about some of the things you guys go through.  And it helps me understand what my dad did before meeting my mom. So many people have so much to thank you for but will never know it.”

Dean shrugged, “Its our job. It’s what we were raised to do.” A grin slide across his mouth, “Besides sometimes the damsels in distress give us a kiss when they’re rescued.” He wiggled his eyebrows as Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers’ comment.

You let out a small giggle, “Yeah, I bet that Winchester charm has gotten you guys laid more times than you can count.”

Sam blushed and drained the rest of the whiskey from his glass before placing it on the table next to him, “Maybe.”

You leaned your head back against the chair and gave them a smirk, “Maybe?  Come on.  Be honest.”

Dean shrugged, “Honestly? It definitely happens, but uh, it hasn’t happened in, uh, a while.”

You bit the corner of your mouth, “How long is a while?”

Dean shifted on the couch and let out a small chuckle, “Too long.”

Sam nodded in agreement, “Way too long.”

So, they were hot and horny.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

Letting out a breath, you placed your empty wine glass on the side table next to you, cleared your throat and stood on slightly shaky legs, “Refill anyone?”  You asked reaching forward for Sam’s glass and, before you could stop yourself, your foot accidently stumbled over the edge of the rug, “Dammit!”

Your body flew forward and landed none to gracefully on top of both brothers on the couch.

Sam let out a grunt as his face was mashed in between your breasts and Dean reached out both hands to stop your descent only to inadvertently grab at your upper thigh as your robe fell open and his fingers brushed over your core.

It had to be the alcohol.

It’s the only reason you could think as to why you lost your damn mind and rolled your hips into Dean’s touch and let out a low whine of disappointment when Sam gently pushed you slightly away.  You took one look down into the heat and expectation of Sam’s eyes and watched through heavy lids as he closed them and ran his slightly open mouth over the swell of your breasts.

“Shit,” You heard Dean whisper as his hand at your thigh tightened slightly at his brothers’ actions.

Slowly, Sam lowered you down until you were sitting sideways on both of their thighs with your legs thrown across Dean’s lap.  Sam’s mouth was millimeters away from your own and you could still feel a phantom burn where Sam’s mouth had run across your chest.  You felt a work roughened hand run up your legs and you flicked your eyes over to where Dean was sitting, patient, watching you with his head thrown slightly back against the couch.

“Y/N?”  Sam whispered against your cheek.

You closed your eyes and let out a breath as you rubbed your thighs together.  The question in his voice was obvious.  

You should be wondering if you were crazy to even be considering this.  Should you feel slutty? How often had the two brothers done this exactly?  

Instead, you turned your face and licked your way into Sam’s mouth with a desperate moan as he hungrily met your tongue with his own and opened your legs for Dean.

“Fuck, yes!” Dean exclaimed, pushing your robe up and out of the way, rubbing on the outside of your shorts, slick already making them slide over your core.

You don’t remember who untied your robe or how it ended up on the floor but you do remember Sam desperately pushing down your tank top and pinching your nipples before swallowing one into his mouth and sucking with a satisfied grunt.  You remember leaning back as Sam made greedy, noisy licks, over both breasts making your hips cant up into Dean’s fingers as he continued to rub at your core through your shorts.

“Fuck, Sammy.  She’s soaked.”  

You looked down just in time to see Dean get on his knees on the couch and lick his way up your smooth inner thigh as he grabbed at his cock through his jeans and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Let me see,” Sam said before shoving his hands into your shorts and quickly rubbing his fingers over your bare pussy, coming back with slick running all over his fingers, “You definitely weren’t exaggerating.”  He moaned as he put his fingers into his mouth.

A whine left your throat as you watched him, your heart thudding at a hundred miles an hour in your chest, before you reached into your shorts and rubbed three fingers over the wetness there.  Flicking your eyes to Deans direction, you lifted those three fingers to Dean’s lips and he opened his mouth eagerly and sucked on them with a moan.

“Shit, Sweetheart,” He said releasing your fingers with a pop, “That’s delicious.  I’m gonna enjoy the fuck outta this.”  Dean flashed you a wink before he wiggled your shorts off your hips and without a word of warning, dived right into your pussy with one long sweep of his tongue from the bottom to the top, sucking your clit into his mouth.

The loud, satisfied, sob that left your mouth made Sam shudder against your ear as his hips lifted under you and rubbed his throbbing, jean covered, cock against your ass, “Feel good baby?  You like the way Dean eats your pussy?”

“Oh my God,” You said, somewhat scandalized by Sam’s words but definitely so turned on your heart felt like it was pounding right out of your chest, “I’m so going to hell for this.” You whispered against Sam’s cheek as you leaned on him.

Sam chuckled against you, “I promise you, this is the least of your worries.  Now, let’s give Dean a little more room, hmm?  Give me your leg, baby.  Let’s get that pussy wide open for his mouth.”

Somehow, someway, he hooked his arm under your outside leg, giving Dean ample room to fit his mouth around your throbbing core even more, making your back arch into his mouth.

“See?  So much better,” Sam whispered into your ear, “Look how much he loves this shit.  We both love to eat girls out but Dean has a major oral fixation.   Can be down there forever and never get tired.”

Dean hummed in agreement, raising those green eyes to stare hotly into yours, letting his tongue flit against your clit before he replied, “Especially when they taste as sweet as this pussy.”

“Oh my God,” You said again, panting into the air as Sam licked at your neck, nibbling at the skin gently.  You somehow expected to hear things like that come out of Dean’s mouth, with his brash attitude and confident composure.  But to hear it come out of Sam’s mouth, who earlier, had spoken so quietly and with such consideration, made things seem so much dirtier.  Filthy in a way that you never knew you loved, until this very second.

And the combination of the both of them?

Touching yourself earlier had brought you so close to the edge but it had nothing on the intense throbbing that was now running through your veins.  Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you gasped through the waves of lust washing over you, rolling your hips into Dean’s mouth with desperate thrusts of your hips. You ran the fingers of one your hands through his hair and grabbed hold, whining and moaning nonsense when he slid two fingers into you and pressed there.  Right there.

You were going to come and you were going to come hard.

“Are you gonna come baby?” Sam whispered into your ear as you gasped, “Here let me help,” Sam’s head tilted down and flicked at the nipple closest to his mouth with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth roughly.

That was all it took. With a scream that you had never heard come out of you before, you came so hard, your legs shook as you pulled at Dean’s short hair and sobbed as you threw your head back against Sam’s embrace, gasping as you came down.

Ho-ly shit.

“Fuuuuuuck, Sweetheart,” Dean purred as you released his hair one finger at a time.  He sat up on his knees and squeezed at that hard outline of his cock, “That was so fucking intense.  Almost made me come in my pants.”  

You were still gasping as Sam rolled his fingers gently over your exposed nipples, your breasts still sitting with the material of the tank top pushed underneath them.

“Mmmmm,” Sam hummed, “I think I’m a little jealous.”

Dean raised his eyebrow, “Well, you got to taste those lips.  I think it’s time to switch.  But first,” Dean leaned over you, neither brother seeming to care about the close proximity to the other, his lips hovered over yours, “Let me in, Sweetheart.” He whispered against your mouth.

There was no hesitation on your part as you opened your mouth to Dean’s probing tongue, tasting yourself on his lips as he ate at your mouth with the same skill as he ate at your pussy.  He released you with a humm.  His eyes opened slowly, staring into yours with a gentleness that belied the throbbing in between his legs, “You up to continuing this, darlin’?”

Sam shifted behind you, his arm slid across your chest, covering your exposed breasts, “We want you to know, this is up to you.  If you wanna stop, we will.  No questions asked.  We’ll work the case tomorrow and go home.”  Dean nodded in agreement as Sam’s other hand carded through your hair and gripped your head gently but firmly, “But if you want to keep going,” He bit his lip as he rolled his cock underneath you, groaning at the much-needed friction, “We’re more than happy to.”

You blinked as the sex fog lifted slightly, and your eyes flicked back and forth between the two gorgeous men, “Have you….have you guys done this…a lot?”

Dean and Sam shared a brief look, before Dean answered with shrug, “Not a lot.  But we have before.”  

Sam nodded in agreement, “But again, no pressure. We’ll follow your lead.”

The air in the room was so thick and the humm in your body was in no way satisfied.  

What was the question again?

One night with two gorgeous men, worshipping your body?  

Hell yeah.

You swung your legs to the side and stood up as the two men watched you silently from the couch. Pulling off the tank top the rest of the way, you tossed it near your shorts and robe currently lying on the floor. You stepped lightly towards your bed, stopping briefly to look over your shoulder at them, “You coming?”

If circumstances were different, you may have giggled at the way both men jumped to the floor and started quickly started removing the layers of flannel and t-shirts, throwing them haphazardly onto the couch.  But instead your heart pounded in anticipation and you took a deep breath to calm your nerves as the swell of lust that rolled through your body made you shiver.

Watching them both, you stood at the end of your king size bed as the final layers of clothing were removed revealing strong, smooth chests and some of the longest, thickest cocks you had ever laid eyes on, lifting prominently from in between well-trimmed pubic areas.

Your mouth shouldn’t have watered.  But it so did.

Before you could move or say anything, both men pounced on you.  Dean took your hand into his and swung you around so that your back was against Sam’s chest before sliding his hands into your hair and bringing your mouth to his for a deep kiss that made your toes curl.  Your taste still lingered under the oakiness from the whiskey and it made you moan into his mouth as Sam ran a hand in between your legs rubbing gently on your still sensitive clit.

You needed to touch their cocks and you needed to do it now.  You reached down and grabbed onto Dean’s cock as you reached behind you and grabbed Sam’s causing them both to groan in unison as you tried to stroke them both.  Both brothers moved their hips into your strokes and very quickly loud pants could be heard filling the air as Dean’s lips left your mouth and dragged across your chin to your neck as his brother mouthed the other side.

Somehow, someway, you were lifted bodily into Deans arms and laid gently down into the center of the bed. The two men stood over you before Sam grinned wickedly as Dean bit on his bottom lip and stroked his cock in his fist lazily.

“How do you want us, Beautiful?” Sam asked.

Instead of answering, you grabbed onto Dean’s hand as you rolled your body onto your hands and knees, bringing him to the side of the bed so his cock was level with your lips. You reached out and grabbed it at the base and laved the tip of your tongue over the drop of pre-come that was waiting for you, making Dean gasp.  You hummed in appreciation of his taste before turning your head to Sam, a wicked gleam in your eye as all of your inhibitions fell away, “Condoms are in the top drawer of that nightstand, Sam.  I want you to fuck me while I suck your brothers’ cock.”

“Jesus….” Dean hissed out as you swallowed him down as deep as you could into your throat, watching out of the corner of your eye as Sam rummaged through the drawer and found the condoms.  

Once you were satisfied that he had what he needed, you rolled your eyes up to the older Winchester as you released him with a pop.  Not taking your eyes away from his intense stare, you lifted his cock and ran your tongue over his balls, gently sucking one into your mouth, making Dean jerk in surprise as his mouth opened and he let out a groan of pleasure.

“Fuck yes, Sweetheart. Just like that.”  He huffed out as you jerked him off while continuing to suck and lave at his balls.

You didn’t think anyone should taste this delicious but Dean did.  Everything about him made your mouth water and you couldn’t seem to get enough as you enthusiastically started tonguing down every inch of him you could get to.

There was slight shuffling sound behind you before you felt Sam’s hands slip up the sides of your waist and back down to your ass.  Suddenly, his hands were holding your ass open as his warm tongue licked into your hole, pulling a surprised squeal out of you.  

“Sorry,” Sam said, his warm breath tickling against your core, “I couldn’t help myself,” He licked again, “Needed to taste it once more.”

You moaned around Dean’s length as Sam lapped at your opening a few more times before you felt him shift and the head of his cock was prodding gently at your pussy.  

You were aware of his girth, but you definitely weren’t expecting the stretch from it.  You released Dean with a gasp and lay your head against his hip trying to accommodate the monster between Sam’s legs.

Dean lifted his fingers into your hair and rubbed at your scalp, “Easy, Honey.” He said gently, “Sammy will take his time.  If it gets to be too much, just let him know.”

Rubbing your head against Dean’s warm skin, you could feel the throbbing of Sam’s cock as he slowly stretched you open, pushing in a little at a time, making goosebumps appear on your body, touching places you don’t think anyone else has ever reached.

Sam groaned behind you, “Oh God, you’re tight,” He smoothed his hands over your hips soothingly as his breaths came out raggedly, “You okay, Baby?”

“Yesssss,” You gasped as your body adjusted, and slowly you started to push back against him, meeting his small, careful thrusts, “Please….don’t stop.”

With your words, Sam started to move faster and faster as you quickly and eagerly put Dean back into your mouth.

“Shit!”  Dean gasped as you used Sam’s thrusts to create a rhythm of strokes over his cock, hollowing your cheeks, sucking and licking at his smooth length.

Soon, Sam changed the angle of his thrusts and hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars and you were screaming around your mouthful as your core clamped down on Sam’s cock and you came so hard, you were shaking.

Vaguely, you were aware of Sam shouting behind you as he thrust once more and came into the condom, gasping for breath.  Dean very quickly removed himself from your mouth before frantically stroking at his cock and coming with his head thrown back and his mouth open as it dribbled down his length and onto the sheets.

Exhausted, the three of you collapsed onto your bed, breathing heavily as the world righted itself once again.

Blinking up at the ceiling, feeling the warmth from their bodies still so close to yours, you cleared your throat, “I know you said I wouldn’t go to hell for this, but I gotta say, this is so fucking worth it if God gives me a frowny face at the gates.”

Sam grins as Dean let out a chuckle, “Damn right.”

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[vohalika]

So about that One Shot...

(I am officially borrowing the cr wank tag now. No more individual discourse tags, woohoo. Blacklist that if you can’t stand my rants.)

Man. I don’t even like discourse that much. I’d much rather be bitching about Vax and the CR ending right now. But this has been a little… Disturbing.

So, to sum it up, what are people upset about? (All of this is within the context of a D&D game, mind you).

·        A grown woman in sort of a position of power propositioning several tied up 12-year olds for a sexual relationship.

What are people not upset about here?

·        The general raunchiness of the oneshot in question

·        Amy Vorpal being the most horrible person to ever walk this planet

·        Amy Vorpal casually supporting pedophilia in her downtime

·        The moral and ethical downfall of society because of a joke gone wrong

The literal only issue people have here that in a game that was already raunchy – it’s Sam, what are you gonna do – someone asked a group of tied up kids around the age of 12 whether they’d consider a sexual relationship.

And before someone yells about context; the age of the Lost Boys had been established several times before that line happened. Now, okay, the OS in and of itself was a little chaotic with personalities clashing and not always paying as much attention to Sam or the other players as they should have. But the age of these kids was mentioned. Several times. Before Amy made that joke.

Which, by the way, also seemed to upset a few of the players, particularly Stephanie and Molly who then spent the rest of the session making sure the Queen never got close to these children again, while the whole incident kind of remained a running gag.

Now, you know, even without the current political climate being what it is, if you are generally okay with the concept of there being lines you should not cross, yeah, uh, this was one of them. And even if it weren’t, if a sizeable number of people are upset by something, the first reaction being yelling at them that they shouldn’t be, especially with such a sensitive topic, is, you know, kind of a dick move.

And just to indulge the whataboutism that sprung up around this…

·        But what about fetch me a young boy/teenage assholes?

Context, is the thing. The young boy comment was about Grog and/or Scanlan trying to find a messenger boy for something completely innocuous. The teenage assholes was something Taliesin said when describing Percy’s level of maturity and general disposition. The joke here was the poor phrasing. Not the fact that anyone was actually propositioning minors for sexual activities or their assholes in any way. In context, the Queen of Hearts asking tied up twelve year olds whether they’d be interested in a sexual relationship with her is still just exactly that.

·        But what about Grog and Scanlan going whoring?

Pretty sure the sex workers involved there at any point were consenting adults. Unless you subscribe to the school of thoughts that sex workers can never consent under any circumstances, in which case, this is really not the discussion we should be having here.

(Also plenty of people frequently bring this up and are upset)

·        But what about Scanlan’s general creepiness?

Okay, so, I’ll be the first person to say that some people around here have the tendency of painting Scanlan as an innocent little cinnamon roll who could do no wrong and we don’t talk about the modify memory, but there are also just about as many people who have always complained when he crossed a line. Like. In what universe were people NOT upset about him forcing Kima to look at his dick? In what universe are people not violently against Pikelan because of what transpired prior during their relationship? Not in this tag, that’s for sure. And – and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you guys are making me defend Scanlan, what the fuck – in this case, the creepiness died down as a point of character development. Sam and Scanlan actively got over this issue and apologized for it. It was part of a longform narrative. And also any and all predatory behavior was directed at women above the age of consent who were perfectly capable of smacking him around. And did just that.

·        But Sexism! You only complain because a woman is doing it! See also Trish the Dish raping Tary! Vex assaulting Percy with her nakedness!

Yeah, uh, uhm. Okay. So I’m not one to dismiss the accusation of sexism in fandom lightly. Like, at all. Some of y’all’s comments about the validity of Vex’s and Percy’s early relationship being somewhat lessened due to the fact that they were fucking like rabbits were definitely that. But the thing is, I remember just as many, if not more, people calling the other people out on their shit. Not to mention that, again, enthusiastically consenting adults.

And while there was a lot of discourse surrounding Tary’s one night stand with Trish, most of that was about the general handling of Tary’s sexuality, the other’s insensitivity about that, the uncomfortable associations that scenario brought about… Consent was debated a ton here, and there were indeed voices pointing out that nope, Tary did definitely consent here, that is not the issue. The issue was the plotline existing to begin with. I’m personally ambivalent about that, seen it resonate with a few gay men, but on a list of things people were upset about, Trish being a rapist was like. Looooow on the list. And they were called out for that.

(And again. No one involved was around 12 years old.)

Also, while we’re on the subject of sexism, the Queen of Hearts was entirely based around the joke that she liked tiny men in bed while being an aggressive woman, both sexually and in general. Also making her kingdom bigger or something. And that is basically all there was to her character. Haha, how funny. She is a woman. Who is aggressive. If you wanna call sexism somewhere, I’m going to whataboutism you right back at the character we are talking about here.

Another thing: So, what have people been doing here, really? Has anyone lit up the torches, grabbed the pitchforks and led a mob to Amy Vorpal’s doorstep? Called for boycotting her work? Written a strongly worded letter? Worst I’ve seen are some concerned tweets, and not very many, that Amy even seemed to agree with? The cast has faced worse for Scanlan not being on the campaign guide cover. Marisha gets worse than that for even existing.

So… People are taking issue with people taking issue with someone asking tied up twelve year-olds for a sexual relationship. Not even over people hounding the actress for an insensitive off-color joke that got a little too far. Just… Being upset. At pedophilic implications. Is that even a word? It should be.

[itsclydebitches]

AO3: x

Part 10 of neighbors!AU

“Friends. Buddies. Pals. This is some kind of an abomination.”

Cass stared in horror at the pub Tulip had dragged them into, drawing his poncho a little tighter around his shoulders, like a child in need of comfort. Because this was just all kinds of wrong. Seedy, perhaps? Rough enough to give a grown man nightmares? No. Quite the opposite, in fact. This place was homey.

“Welcome to The Chili Dog. Oh hey, Tulip. You got three this time?”

Tulip pointed to the men on either side of her. “Yep. Picked up another stray, Wendy. The corner booth open?”

Wendy laughed. “Yeah, if you give me a sec to wipe it down. You new or just passing through?” She held out a hand that Cass shook limply. Wendy smelled like grease and disinfectant.

“Uh... new.”

“Great! Listen, tell me all about it when my shift ends.” Wendy leaned in conspiratorially. “Donnie is a bit of a slave driver. He’s a sweetie at heart, swear it, but during the lunch and dinner rush hour you’d best be working your ass off or else,” Wendy drew her index finger along her neck.

“Donnie,” Jesse muttered. The tone was foul enough to startle Cass. Wendy just laughed again.

“You two. I’ll go clean your table. Gimme just a sec.”

Wendy trotted off and Tulip raised a hand towards her retreating back. “Behold, the one non-asshole in this entire town. She is young though. Impressionable. We must protect her at all costs.”

Cass smirked. “Not sure you want me talkin’ to her then. Who’s Donnie?” He poked Jesse’s shoulder and ooooo, it was like poking solid rock. Nice.

“He’s the cook.” Tulip answered as Jesse just glared daggers at the kitchen door. “He and Jesse have this stupid feud going on—”

“He’s scum. I’m just responding to his scuminess.”

“Please. You two fools are the only poor white trash in this town and you fight over that title like dogs.”

Jesse scowled as Cass cackled, the three of them following Wendy as she waved them over to the corner booth. She laid three menus out on the table and gave Tulip a wink before running off for water.

Cass slid across the squeaky leather with distaste. “Alright. I’m serious now. This place is freaking me out. It’s so clean.”

“You expected a pigsty?” Jesse asked, shoving a menu at him.

“Well yeah! The hell you think a pub is anyway?”

Jesse and Tulip frowned together, each turning to take a closer look at their surrounding: nice wooden tables with red leather booths, paneled floors, soft lighting, decor that said ‘rustic’ without being garish about it. They turned back to one another and shrugged.

“Yes?” Tulip ventured.

“Oh good fuckin’ god, and you call yourselves trash. Where’s the broken window, huh? The empty bottles everywhere? The floor should reek with all the disgusting fluids that have spilled on it over the years. It ain’t a pub unless there’s a guy passed out on the table. Does that guy look passed out to you?”

Cass pointed violently to the couple across the room, oblivious to them as they enjoyed their lunch. Jesse was glad. He slowly lowered Cass’ hand back to the table.

“You’re weird,” he announced. “And you came to the wrong town. If you like the slums so much why didn’t you stay there?” It wasn’t an insult or a condemnation—and Cass didn’t take it as such. He just nodded thoughtfully, playing with the saltshaker.

“Guess I wanted the change,” he murmured. “I’ve lived a long time, Padre. Been a whole lot of places and seen a whole lot of shit. Never lived the good life though.” He gestured vaguely, encompassing the whole town. “Finally got the money together. A few lucky investments, pals who owned me big, a will or two I squeezed into,” Cass chuckled at Tulip’s distasteful look. “Figured I’d treat myself.”

“And you end up with a house that’s haunted,” she said.

“Fuckin’ figures.”

“At least it’s interesting,”

“You’re interesting,” Wendy said, winking at Tulip as she sauntered over. “Enough of that though. What can I get you three lovelies? And what’s the latest gossip?”

“Burgers all around,” Jesse answered, only casting a quick look at Cass to make sure that was okay. “Cokes too.”

“We’re all outta Coke. Pepsi okay?”

“The hell you mean you’re out of Coke?”

“Just what I said. Out. Of. Coke.” Wendy cast a significant glance back at the kitchen, then bent close to murmur, “Work with me here, Jesse. They basically taste the same.”

Jesse scowled. “Like hell they do.”

Tulip laid a hand on his arm. “Pepsi is fine, Wendy, thanks. Well-done for the burgers.”

“Not mine, luv.” Cass wiggled his fingers. “Rare as they'll let you make it. I want to see that cow's blood oozin’ across my plate if you can swing it."

Wendy stared. "...alright," she said and walked away, casting some overly curious glances behind her. Jesse put his head in his hands.

"You're gonna be the death of us, aren't you?"

"Probably," Cass agreed. "Especially considerin' we've got a homicidal ghost on our hands, and like I said, I've got shit all experience with these buggers. Met a friend down in New Orleans who claimed to perform exorcisms, but honestly I think the boy was just high as a fuckin' kite. You really think your lil' goody-goody library is gonna have info on that?"

Tulip shook her head. "Nope, but its got a real detailed history of most of the folks who've lived in this town. Lineages, obituaries, local accomplishments and shit like that." Tulip sighed as the two just stared at her. "Maybe if we can figure out who died there we can, I don't know, help them move on or something."

"Ah."

"Smart."

"Jesus you two are hopeless."

"You really think that'll work though?" Cass pulled a face. "Kumbaya-ing the ghost outta my house?"

"Not really. But we gotta start somewhere, right?"

"...alright. Fair."

They settled into a companionable silence, the kind that normally took years to develop with someone, and which they'd managed to pull off in just a day. Cass and Jesse started a 'hockey' game involving skidding the salt across the table and hoping to land it in the other's lap; Tulip tried to think through how best to start their research without drawing even more attention to themselves. Not that she gave a damn what the town thought, but things would be a little easier if they could be slightly more inconspicuous.

"Hey there, Wendy whatsit? You know anything about ghosts, luv?"

Tulip closed her eyes.

Yes, because having the pasty outsider in a poncho yelling about ghosts to their waitress—that was inconspicuous.

Wendy was a good soul though. She made a face at Tulip before turning back to Cass with a blinding smile. She held two trays masterfully, one with cokes and one with burgers.

"Can't say I do," she said. "You got an interest, newbie?"

"Could say that. One's trying to cheat me outta my real-estate."

"Place next door," Tulip clarified. "Cass moved in yesterday. We saw some... strange shit last night."

Wendy shivered and threw up her hands. Luckily she'd already deposited the food. "Nu uh. No more out of you. I don't want to know. That stuff gives me the creeps. I don't know how such a pretty little place can be so eerie."

"...don't think my spot's eerie exactly..." Cass murmured sadly. Jesse was engrossed with poking at his food.

"The hell is this, Wendy?" he demanded. Jesse flipped the bun to reveal a charred, sad looking piece of chicken.

"Sorry." Wendy shrugged. "We ran out of burgers after these two," she pointed at Cass and Tulip.

Jesse narrowed his eyes. Slowly, with deliberate control, he reached across the table and snagged Cass' drink, taking a sip. His expression went positively blank as he tasted Coke.

Just to be sure Tulip grabbed his drink and took a sip of her own. Pepsi.

Shit.

"DONNIE!" Jesse hollered, clamoring over Cass to get out of the booth. Wendy stepped back lightly and let him pass.

"Just the messenger," she said as Jesse barreled by her to get at the kitchen. "Enjoy your meal!"