#the fact that he literally let sam cook

[nguyetdahuong]

I'm wheezing =))))) the fcking attitude

All hail the queen

i love sam for this hes like osiris operates under the american constitution "are you gonna respect his rights or not?" go off king

[wxywardsun]

Jack being kinda banned from cooking duty for like 10 seconds because he put too much black pepper in one of the meals (he sneezed so hard he teleported rapidly and ended up in the middle of a field in Canada before zapping back to the bunker and acting like nothing happened)

[rollingsins]

all hers, part xi

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: Sam and Richie go out for dinner, leaving you and Tara to your own devices. You take full advantage.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-ons, vaginal sex, top!tara.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: smut break for anon who requested R riding Tara. Let me know what you want to see next!

Living with Sam and Richie, as Tara predicted, is entirely miserable. 

Sam hovers like a mother hen, Richie walks around the house in his boxers, plays video-games until the early morning. Tara’s moodier than usual at the intrusion, throwing jabs and picking fights and you just want one night of goddamn peace. 

One night without feeling like you’re living in a warzone. 

In fact, you’re literally in a warzone tonight. 

Richie’s playing Call of Duty, again, Tara wants to watch a movie and Sam insists on brokering peace between them, offering to go out and buy Tara a TV for her bedroom. 

It goes down as well as you’d expect. 

“Why doesn’t he go out and buy a TV.” Tara snarls, perched against the couch with her arms crossed, “This is my TV right here.”

“Our TV.” Sam says, pointedly. Richie scratches the back of his head, a little awkward, “You don’t own the TV and you don’t own this house. When you do, you can start setting rules.” 

“Fuck this.” Tara says. She stands, holds out her hand for you, “Play your stupid game, I don’t care. Come on babe, let’s go have sex.” 

Your blush flames across your chest to the tip of your ears. 

“No one is having sex.” Sam says, loudly. 

“No one?” Richie says, a little put out. 

“No one.” Sam confirms as she pries the controller from his hands, “Not until you finish your chores.” 

Tara groans. Sam had set up a chore wheel the night she moved in, something that had immediately set Tara off. It was Tara’s week on dishes, and yet again, she’d let them fester in the sink. Another show of open defiance. 

“You’re on garbage duty.” She tells Richie, “And it’s full. Go take it out.”

“And then I get sex?” He asks, his interest piqued. She ignores him, looks at Tara. 

“Dishes, Tara. I cooked, it’s only fair.” 

“You should have to do it for cooking.” Tara grumbles under her breath, “That linguine was a crime against God.” 

You hop up, take her hand before she can start another fight.

“Come on, baby, I’ll help you.” You say. You press a kiss to the back of her hand. She softens, just a little. Then you’re tugging her out of the room and into the kitchen. 

“Who made her the queen of the world?” Tara seethes as she settles herself onto the edge of the kitchen counter, most pointedly not doing the dishes. You pry open the dishwasher, start stacking the dirty plates in. 

“It’ll only be for a little while, babe.” You say, “Just until she’s sure you’re okay again.” 

But she doesn’t go, not for days on end. 

Days of Richie and Tara fighting over the TV. Days of Sam and her chore wheel. By the end of the week, you’re actually afraid Tara might kill them both.

“Bye!” Tara calls out to Richie and Sam as they head out the door. They’re off to some restaurant for their one year anniversary. You’re both thankful for the reprieve, “Don’t come back!” She adds for good measure. 

Sam flicks her the dirtiest stare, then she’s heading out the front door, Richie in tow. 

“Finally.” Tara says, her eyes alight, “Finally we can watch The Menu undisturbed.” 

The movie is fine. You get a good bit into it before you can tell Tara’s bored. Too much talking, not enough blood. 

You barely make it through the first act before she’s rubbing your leg, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck. 

“Tara,” You say, trying to keep your expression even. Trying to ignore the flicker of desire that courses through you, “Baby. I’m watching this.” 

“I’d rather watch you.” She says, runs her tongue along the length of your jaw. 

You sigh. Let her tilt your head slightly and let her kiss you. 

Her hands move to cup your face. She tastes good. Like that cherry lip balm she knows you like. Like the strawberry cheesecake you’d had for dessert. You bite down gently on her bottom lip and push her back into the couch. 

She’s pulling you on top of her in a flash, movie still blaring, abandoned. You thread your fingers through her dark hair, tug gently as you pull her into you, gasp as her hands wander. Into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing gently, teasing. 

Then down your thighs, holding you into her. 

You kiss her again, slip your tongue between her lips and grind down into her as she feels you up. 

Kissing her is magic, you could do it for hours. You would do it for hours if she’d let you. If she wasn’t so impatient, always wanting more. 

There’s that impatience now as she’s trying to pull your shirt over your head.  She’s such a boy sometimes, with only one thing on her mind. And right now that thing is your breasts in her mouth. 

Her eyes light up the moment she sees them, like she hasn't seen them hundreds of times before. 

She wastes no time, mouth hot and greedy around your nipples, biting only slightly, then soothing you with her tongue. You tighten your grip in her hair, sigh gently as she palms your ass through your jeans, talented tongue working you up. 

You close your eyes, enjoy the feel of her mouth, her hands, the little noises she makes as she sucks so gently. Then you’re prying her mouth away, wanting her lips back on yours. 

She feels good, warm. You pull her shirt over her head, press your skin into her. 

Then you’re dropping down to your knees, clumsily drawing her jeans down her legs. You line kisses up her thighs, spread her wide for you. She’s soaked through her underwear, you tease your lips along the waistband, dipping slightly to press a warm kiss to her soaked center. She’s looking down at you with hooded eyes, hand on the back of your head trying to guide you. You press your tongue to the fabric once more, then pull her underwear down her legs. 

You both moan when the barrier is gone and your tongue runs up her length, wettening her swollen folds. You don’t waste any time, now you’re the impatient one. The moment her clit is in your mouth you suck down hard, ferocious. 

Her mouth falls open, her head tilting back, a sigh on her lips. 

You squeeze her thighs with your hand, then trail it up to slip a finger inside her warm heat. She feels so good around you, like she always does. Gripping and squeezing. She’s always so tight. You slip a second finger in, lovingly suck on her clit as you drive your fingers in deeper, curling so you can hit that perfect spot. 

She cums quickly, all breathy moans and your name on her lips. 

You frown. It’s too soon, you want to stay down here with her legs wrapped around your head and her pretty pussy in your mouth. You press a kiss to her thigh, let her recover, rubbing your hands along her thighs, hoping she’s not too sensitive for another round. 

Her hands wrap around your arms, trying to tug you up. 

You pout, but relent, suddenly increasingly aware of your soaked underwear. 

She seems to be too, judging by the way she’s trying to pull you out of your clothes as quickly as possible. You take her lips in a searing kiss, completely unhelpful as she undresses you, until you’re naked against her, her hands reaching down to slip between your thighs. 

“Tara.” You moan into her neck as her fingers brush your clit, teasing you gently. Suddenly all thought of being on your knees is gone. You want her to press you into the couch and fuck you until you forget your own name. You tug on her gently, trying to lean back and pull her on top of you. Her grip around your waist tightens. 

“Mm.” Tara says, her voice low, turned on, “No, I want you on top.” 

“Oh, really?” You say, eyes filled with delight. You spread your legs a little wider, trying to give her access. She presses a kiss to your lips, then she’s pulling back, smile coy. 

“Wait here,” She says, eyes warm with want, “I’ll be right back.”

You wait on the couch while she races upstairs. Tilt your head, attention drawn to the TV. When she returns, it’s with the strap-on in hand. Your belly coils as she clambours back onto the couch, drawing you with her. She wastes no time, lubing herself up and then her fingers are back on you, drawing your legs open as she pulls you into her lap. 

You groan as she slips her fingers inside you, warming you up. 

Then you feel the cool plastic against your folds, slipping between them as she tries to find your entrance. You kiss her soft, fingers tightening around the back of her neck as she slips the tip inside you. 

You start slow, getting used to it inside you. Tara’s hands are on your hips, gently guiding you. She’s kissing you, all tongue, wild. When you feel the soft press of her thighs flushed against yours, her entire length inside you, you sigh. 

She doesn’t give you a moment to relax. She’s tilting her hips back and then up into you, sending shockwaves through you. You moan, drop your head forward onto her shoulder as she thrusts up into you. 

She keeps a steady pace, each tilt of her hips hits hard, brushes against your cervix. 

“Tara, fuck.” You gasp as she grips your hips, bouncing you down into her, “Harder, baby.” 

She complies, debauched sound of your skin slapping hers as she drives her hips up into you. 

You take her earlobe between your teeth, grind yourself down onto her. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” She’s asking, momentarily letting go of your waist to rub small circles on your clit. She’s thrusting up into you lazily, enjoying the way you bounce yourself a little harder, like you’re putting on a show for her. 

“So good.” You murmur into her ear. Press a hot kiss to her neck and wrap your arms around her shoulders, “You’re so deep, baby.” 

In response, she wraps her arms back around you, pounds up a little harder. You reward her with a long moan, cheeks flushed, holding her tight against you, wanting to have her as close as possible. Her naked body in your arms, her lips on your mouth, her cock buried deep in your cunt. 

It’s building, your orgasm. She’s close too, her breathing a little jilted, hands around your hips squeezing, squeezing, squeezing as she thrusts her hips up into you. 

She hits just the right spot and you’re about to cum around her when you hear a loud crash and a blood-curdling shriek. 

You freeze, turn your head just in time to see Sam and Richie in the doorway, both looking aghast. 

Richie looks like a deer in headlights, Sam is white as a sheet and Tara’s reaching for the rug on the back of the couch, a little hastier than usual as she tries to wrap it around your body. 

“Tara.” Sam hisses, her eyes alight, “What the fuck?”

There’s food all over the floor, presumably their leftovers from the restaurant. You’re mortified, Richie too. Tara doesn’t seem that bothered, gripping you, keeping you in place. She doesn’t make much of an effort to move, stares down her sister, daring her to leave. 

You tug the blanket around yourself, use the excess fabric to try to cover as much of her as you can. Richie’s staring at the ceiling, his hands limp at his side. When Sam’s shock passes, anger takes over her. 

“This is so not cool. This is a communal space. God, I was just sitting there.” 

“Sorry.” Tara shrugs, not looking sorry at all, “We thought you guys would be out longer. Trouble in paradise?”

Sam narrows her eyes. 

“You’re cleaning that couch tomorrow. Bleaching it.”

Tara hums. 

“We might need to bleach the countertop too. And the dining table. And the-”

Sam raises a hand. “Stop it. God, you’re disgusting. Get dressed and get out of my sight. Both of you.” 

You're still impaled on Tara as Sam drags Richie out, trying to cover his eyes with her hand. 

Your body is flushed bright red, but it isn’t from Tara, not anymore.

“Babe.” You whine as you slip yourself off her, “How did you not hear them come in?” 

“I was a little distracted,” Tara says, biting her lip, “With you moaning like that in my ear.”

“Shut up. I wasn’t moaning.” You say, land a gentle smack on her arm, cheeks red. 

She raises an eyebrow, tightens her hands around your waist.

“Oh Tara,” She mocks, “Fuck me harder, Tara. You’re so deep. I’m going to cum-”

You push yourself off her with a grumble, but she tugs you back and kisses you soft, languid. 

When you pull away, she looks like she wants to go for round two. 

“Upstairs.” You murmur. You look around for your discarded clothes, “God, where are my clothes?”

“You won’t need them.” Tara says, affirms her statement with a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m about to take you upstairs, put you on your back and pound you out so hard that you-”

“We can still hear you,” Sam declares loudly from the other room. 

Tara huffs and you blush bright red again. 

She stands, taking you with her as she wraps the blanket tight around both of your bodies. 

“Talk about a mood killer. Come on, babe.” 

“You’re in so much trouble.” You whisper as she leads you up the stairs. She scoffs.

“With Sam? Please, what’s she going to do? Add another chore to my roster?” 

“With me.” You say, voice low, “I know you heard them come in.” 

She looks at you, smile coy. 

“And what are you going to do to me?” She asks, desire burning deep within her eyes, “You going to punish me?” 

The thought crosses your mind. But Sam’s still hovering in the kitchen, reaching for a broom so she can clean up the mess of leftovers. 

“Get upstairs,” You say, voice thick with want, “And you’ll see.” 

Next part

[narrynukezankielover]

I love that in this scene (ep 9) Dean once again defends Cas to Ezekiel/Gadriel. Ezekiel/Gadriel asking Dean what he’s going to do about Cas being around them and Dean gets pissed off. He says that Cas is the one that the angels are after and yet he’s fighting. He wonders what Ezekiel/Gadriel is afraid of. Cas has been on earth for like 6 years and I’m happy to see him understanding human things. He could tell that every time Sam brought up Cas leaving the bunker Dean changed the subject and Cas waited until he was alone with Dean to ask him about that. He understands that Dean changing the subject meant there was something Dean didn’t want to talk about with Sam in the room. Back in season 4 Cas wouldn’t have understood that and probably would’ve said something at the wrong time. Then the fact that Cas knew that Dean is in a tough situation and even though he wants to be around Dean he knew he had to listen to Dean.

I’m pretty much just adding this part because Cas looks amazing. I don’t like that he’s being tortured and that he has blood on him but I love seeing him half naked. I will say there was soooo many missed opportunities with human Cas. I would’ve loved to seen Dean teaching Cas to cook or to shave or even something stupid like tieing his shoelaces. In my opinion they didn’t think this storyline completely out. There’s a few things that happened that don’t make sense. Like how did that angel (April I think her name was) find Cas since he had the tattoo?

In ep 9 Dean tells Cas they have to stay away from each other and at the end of that ep Cas says he should stay away from Dean and the very next ep (ep 10) Dean calls Cas for help and Cas comes right away. I would love to know what happened to Cas tie. He obviously magics up his suit and trench coat considering when he got out of purgatory he was still wearing the clothes he got from the mental hospital then when he came out of the bathroom he had his suit on so where is his tie now? I also love how Dean is looking at Cas here. He obviously loves looking at Cas in his suit (the ep where Cas gets out of purgatory proves that) and Cas is letting Dean look.

This scene is hilarious. There’s an angel, a human and the king of hell and the human takes over. It’s Cas car (I’d love to know how Cas learned to drive) yet Dean just goes directly to the drivers side and tells Crowley to get in the back which he listens to Dean (at that point Crowley is handcuffed so he doesn’t have powers) and tells Cas to get in the back with Crowley and Cas listens to him. Cas and Dean will literally do anything the other asks them to do. Another cute thing I noticed Crowley said to Cas riddle me this boy wonder. Riddle me this is what the Riddler says and he is a villain so obviously Crowley is calling himself a villain (he’s the king of hell obviously he’s a villain) but Dean is in the scene and Jensen has voiced Batman a few times. Boy wonder is Robin which is Batmans sidekick so Crowley is calling Cas Deans sidekick.

Dean finally apologizes to Cas for not telling him about Gadriel possessing Sam snd kicking Cas out of the bunker and I love that Cas completely understood what was going on and that Dean really thought Sams life was in danger. This scene also had my second favourite quote so far in the show Dean says we’re dumbasses and Cas says I prefer the word trusting less dumb less ass.

This scene is interesting. Pretty much since Cas and Dean have known each other Dean says whatever he wants to to Cas without any fear that Cas will hurt him because he knows he’s the one person Cas won’t hurt. Cas gets pissed off when he finds out the angel possessing Sam is Gadriel and that Gadriel is the reason for all the bad stuff that has happened to earth and Dean clearly knows that Cas is pissed off because he puts his hands up. To me he is showing Cas that he knows that Cas is an extremely strong angel even with his stolen grace (at this point at least) and can kill anyone if he wants to and right now Cas wants to kill Gadriel but Dean knows he has to calm Cas down so they can get Gadriel out of Sam.

To me (ep11) this shows how much Dean trusts Cas. Crowley is trying to look at the journal but Dean pulls it away from him. Back in season 8 Cas was picking through Deans stuff and looking through the journal and Dean didn’t care. Even in the scene when Naomi comes to Dean and Dean says he doesn’t trust angels which means I don’t trust you. Obviously that scene was about Dean not putting the signs on the boat so Cas would be able to come back to him but it does show Cas is the exception to that rule. Plus in the ep before this Dean was willing to let Cas possess Sam to get Gadriel out. He knows how much trouble letting Gadriel possess Sam made but Cas is the one angel he trusts would get Gadriel out and wouldn’t hurt Sam in the process.

I love that here Cas is trying to defend Dean to Sam. I don’t think Sam understands that Dean lied to Cas too but Cas got over it.

I love how honest Cas is. He’s always been truthful about how much he doesn’t like Sam. Cas has said that he doesn’t like the sound of Sams voice and other such things. I found it interesting that Cas said that before he became human he would’ve pushed the needle into Sams neck and killed him because the ends always justifies the means but now that he’s had human emotions he no longer feels that way. I find it interesting because even before Cas was human Cas would never do something like that to Dean. He didn’t need human emotions to feel like that for Dean. I personally don’t see Cas and Sam as friends I see them as putting up with each other for Dean. I do think that them spending that time together did help them not to become friends but to understand each other better and be able to be around each other if Deans not around.

[ohsc]

I’ve got a few so pucker up, darling!! (Some of these are kinda NSFW?? So be warned guys!!)

-Sam is 100% a thigh guy, he will totally leave hickeys all over your thighs if you let him.

-If Sam has a daughter his little nickname for her is totally bug

-Dean if the type of guy that if you cook for him it’s like cooking for a toddler. You have to HIDE the veggies in his food

-Dating Crowley would be like owning a cat. Enough said.

-Castiel would absolutely admire you. He would know EVERYTHING about your routine. Platonic or Romantic. He would ESPECIALLY be intrigued by makeup, asking about each step while still gently reminding you that he thinks you don’t need it.

I have more but don’t wanna bore you to death, so if I doubted correctly— that’s 7 smootches so..

MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH

I LOVE YOU DARLINGGG

nsfw 18+

AAAAH I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH

and omg you’d never bore me!!! literally come into my asks at any time and dump hcs on me i love them so so much will eat them all up i love your mind

• sam being a thigh guy goes hand in hand with the fact that this guy is obsessed with giving you oral. like this man could live between your thighs it’s his favourite way to get you off, will literally eat you out until you push him away bc he can’t get enough of you. big on body worship too, like kissing at your thighs, over your belly, your chest, etc he takes his time to make you feel loved and satisfied

• YES TO THIS BUG IS SO SO CUTE :( sam being a girl dad just makes sense to me, he’s so gentle and sweet and takes his time learning how to do things like braid her hair and stuff, thinks she’s the best thing to ever to happen to him in his whole life (now i need to write a sam girl dad fic *sighs*)

• HIDING VEGETABLES IN HIS FOOD AKDNWKDKE YES THOUGH but tbh if you cooked him a meal he’d be so smitten for you that he’d eat it all and fall deeper in love food is the way to that man’s heart

• dating crowley would be like owning a cat is literally the best way to explain it ever ???? he does NOT listen to you at all, does what he wants, wants to be in charge, but will also have moments of being SO soft if he’s that in love

• CASTIEL BEING INTRIGUED BY MAKEUP IS SO SOFT :((( picturing him like sat beside you as you do your makeup, watching intently, until he’s like “may i try?” and he’s awful at it, you look like a clown, but at the same time he’s so gentle with moving the brushes over your skin, making sure not to hurt you. also feel like he’d love sitting and watching you get ready for bed, like taking off your makeup, doing your skincare, your hair, and he’s sat there soaking it all up

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

the world (it burns through me)

Chapter 7

Ao3 | 2.7k Words | Darlin's POV

Milo is a drill Sergeant. Darlin' gets some emails. Angel washes dishes. Quinn is the type of asshole that flirts with teenagers.

TW: Stalking, threatening behavior, vomit.

“You’ve gotta put on some weight.” Milo tutted, his hands resting on his trim waist. Even two years later, Milo was a picture of petty tension. He hadn’t grown, despite the fact that he claimed people could grow into their mid twenties. He had built up a good deal of muscle in his back and chest, which served to make him look just a little bigger. He still had an air about him that made him seem two feet taller, even when you stared purposefully past the top of his head to piss him off.

Milo had started working you out as soon as Sam had given you the all clear, after you gave up on trying to avoid him. He was faster than you when he wanted to be, and staying away from him was so much less fun than just giving in to the familiarity of your quiet, playful arguments. 

The workouts started slow; annoying, silent yoga, something his partner had gotten him into that left you infuriatingly loose and relaxed afterwards. Once you could do that without panting and twitching with pain, he moved up. Light cardio and weights. You’d managed alright with that. Your stamina was shot but you were strong. Now, Milo had moved on to C.P.A.T. specifics. 

You’d passed the Candidate Physical Ability Test with flying colors the last time you’d taken it, but that felt like a lifetime ago. You were younger, stronger, fitter. What came to you naturally at eighteen made you wheeze at twenty-seven. Milo cast his gaze across the practice course before cutting those clever eyes back to you and your sorry state.

“There aren’t any weight class requirements for the physical.” You snapped. 

“No,” Milo replied, “but you’re not gonna get through the endurance test like this. You’re gonna fall out.” 

“I guarantee you I won’t.”

“Put your money where your mouth is, doll.” 

“Call me that again and I’ll knock your teeth out.” 

“Twenty?”

“Fifty.”

You won, just barely. Milo had a point, though. Running that course in full turnouts, hauling that ladder, scaling it, finding the hidden dummies in the fake building’s facade and hauling them back down, dragging the dummies and the ladder back the safe distance requirements; it was nearly too much for you. By the time you’d finished the run, you were gasping for breath, gripping at your protesting ribs, and dumping the dummies at your feet without a care for their ‘wellbeing.’ That part wasn’t new. It was a habit from your days as a probie you couldn’t shake. This time, though, it was done with some extra disdain. 

Milo clapped a fifty in your hand and let you catch your breath before he tugged off your turnouts, up your tank top, and pressed his thin, clever fingers into your flesh to check your ribs. 

“You’re gonna make me blush.” You gasped. Milo sneered. 

“You’re gonna get yourself killed if you don’t give your body what you need. You have to eat to heal.” He shook his head, dark curls bouncing this way and that. You patted him on the head the way you knew he hated. 

“You’re preaching to the choir. David’s already working on me.” 

“He’s got the patience of a Saint.” 

“No, he’s just force feeding me.” 

“Good.” 

You were eating three square meals a day, all packed with protein and healthy fats and carbs. Whenever David wasn’t putting out fires, both literal and figurative, he was cooking. He put more plates in front of you than you could manage in a day. It was the biggest bulk you’d experienced in your life, and even it was falling short of what your body needed. To be completely fair to David’s efforts, your body had always run on fumes. There had never been enough to go around. You had gotten used to making that work. 

David surrounded you with abundance. The tension of your sort-of-fight had eased. He had started asking you questions. They were uncomfortable, and you were finding it harder and harder to dodge them. 

You were going to spill your guts soon. You could feel it crawling up and out of you. You were going to lay down your load at David’s feet, unburden yourself through clenched teeth and let him take the weight. You’d done it with Gabe. David looked so much like him. 

You hit the showers, scrubbing the sweat from your skin. The cold tile made your toes curl. The lines of your tattoos were raised with cold and irritation from the cheap body wash that was stocked in all of the shower stalls. You ran ghost-soft touch over all of them before moving on to your scars. The one over your side, the newest one, was still pink and new. If you pressed hard enough on the two inches of clean, stitched skin, it still hurt. 

David caught you in the locker room as you slipped a D.F.D sweatshirt over your head. You’d slowly moved your meager belongings from your shitty studio to the last locker in the row at the 10-19. David had offered you plenty of his own clothes, but you didn’t like to wear them. Not the way that his spouse did, anyway. The little Shaw slid one of his giant tee-shirts over their head and wore it like a badge of honor, like a mark of ownership. You didn’t own David. You certainly didn’t plan on letting him own you. As it stood, the majority of your wardrobe was either covered in blood or stolen pieces from the D.F.D.’s lost and found. 

“Hey,” you mumbled, pushing your still-wet hair away from your face, “are you done, do we need to go?” 

“No,” David shook his head. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. “I’ve got a few more hours. Look, I reactivated your D.F.D. email account. There’s a form in there for the next C.P.A.T.. Fill it out sometime today.” 

“Okay.” You nodded. “When is it?” 

“Three weeks.” David said. “I can get you back on the job within forty-eight hours if you pass it.” 

“If?” You grinned. “I recall holding a record with my last one.” 

“Yeah well,” David shrugged, “you were a spring chicken then. We’ve gotten old.”

“Speak for yourself, Shaw.” You flashed teeth. “I could still kick your ass.” 

“Email. Form. Today.” David barked. You could tell, somewhere in your gut, that he was joking just as much as you were. 

“Yes, Captain, sorry, Captain.” You clicked your heels together in a salute as he rolled his eyes and retreated down the hallway towards his office. A smile slid over your face as he left you alone in the cold, quiet locker room. 

You D.F.D. email had two-thousand-and-seventy-three unread messages waiting for you once you’d managed to remember the password. You flopped down on a couch in the bunk room and sighed as you clicked into the newest one, skimming the form to sign up for the C.P.A.T.. Something about filling out that form, going to that test, made your chest hurt. It made all of it, being back here at the 10-19 feel… real. That was a dangerous thing for you. You couldn’t explain why. 

November was drawing towards a close. The cold had long settled over Dahlia and into your blown, shitty joints. You could do the C.P.A.T., you could not do it. December would come on either way. 

You clicked out of the form, out of the email, and back to your inbox. Maybe you’d feel more inclined to carry on with your future when all of the spam messages were gone. 

Spam. Advertisement. Debt collector. Spam. Medical bill. Spam. 

You almost swiped it right into your archives when your eyes caught on the subject line of a message from an email address consisting entirely of scrambled numbers and letters. That was usually enough for you to chuck the whole thing as bullshit. The subject, though, made your heart squeeze. You sat up on the couch, your feet hitting the ground. You needed your boots flat on the floor. You needed your legs under you when you read this. You might need to run. 

Back home so soon, Precious? 

Bile rose up in your throat, acidic and cutting. You swallowed hard and clicked on the address’s icon. Copy, paste, the address went into your search bar and twenty-odd unopened messages popped up. 

California state employees’ email addresses all followed the same formula. Last name, first initial. It would be so easy for Quinn to find it. 

You scrolled down to the earliest message and opened it up. The subject line made your hands shake; I’m never far behind, you know.

It was a picture of you from sometime in September. You were still black and blue from the fight you two had devolved into. You were standing in a gas station somewhere in Washington, staring at two different, overpriced painkiller options. You’d killed that bottle in less than a week. 

You’d known, in your gut, that Quinn would follow you when you ran. You hadn’t noticed him. You thought for sure, if he was that close, you’d have noticed. 

It was more of that. A picture of you in a diner, flirting with the waitress who gave you free pie. A shot of the back of your head in a Greyhound bus heading for California. You through the stained, narrow windows of your shitty apartment. 

Sam and his EMT’s leaving the night you’d been stabbed. 

Sam’s truck in the firehouse parking lot. 

Sam at lunch in a plush restaurant with a handsome man in his mid-forties. 

Sam sitting on the porch of his cabin, coffee cup in his hand. He looked so peaceful, his eyes closed and head tilted back against his rocking chair. 

Vincent in his fancy car, kissing who you assumed to be his partner in a school parking lot. He’d mentioned that they worked in an elementary school. 

Sam’s Probie walking towards a nightclub, their arm linked with a drop-dead-gorgeous man, surrounded by friends. 

David outside of a fire, smudged with soot, directing the scene like a conductor. 

Little Shaw standing at the sink, scrubbing the remnants of dinner from a plate, taken through the slots in the pantry door. 

He had been inside David’s house. He had stood three feet away from them and taken that picture. He was close enough to hear the little songs they hummed to themself whenever it got too quiet. 

You locked your phone, stuffed it into your pocket, and moved. You barely made it to the bathroom before you lost your lunch. 

He could get inside the house. He had gotten inside the house. There was no telling how long he’d stayed there. He could be there right now, waiting in the shadows for somebody to pass by and make an example out of. You had to tell David. You had to make them leave, had to put them both somewhere safe and torch the fucking place. It was tainted. He’d been in there, and it would never be safe again. 

Hands shaking, you replied to that last picture, staring at their tiny frame and estimating how long it would take Quinn to subdue them. Seconds. He could kill them in seconds. 

What do you want? 

The response was almost instant. 

You. 

He attached an address. You didn’t need to punch it in anywhere to know it. Max’s was familiar ground. The house ordered from there more than anywhere else, and Gabe’s accident had been just down the road. 

It got dark early this time of year, and by the time you emerged from the bathroom, the sun had set and night shift had invaded the building. You could smell dinner on the stove and hear the chatter of the house through the walls. If you hung a left, you’d be surrounded by them. You could find David, ask him to talk. He would know what to do about Quinn. He would handle it. 

Quinn was dangerous. David could handle himself, but Quinn fought dirty. David couldn’t win against him, not playing by the rules. 

No, you had to handle this yourself. David was already in danger, his spouse too. Quinn liked to aim for the weakest link. He liked to strike where it was easy to do real damage without taking any injuries himself. That’s where he’d hit you. The only way you’d learned to make him back off was to hit him head on, to not even give him the chance to find your weak point. 

He knew you just about as well as you knew him, of course. You’d have to hope he wouldn’t call your bluff. You’d have to hope he wouldn’t smell the terror rolling off of you in waves. 

You retreated away from the noise, from the sounds of your house, and towards the ambulance bay. You could sneak out the backdoor, have it out with Quinn, and be back before David was any the wiser. You gripped your hand into a fist as you shrugged on your jacket and shouldered open the back door. 

“Darlin’,” Sam’s voice called from inside. You stilled, boots just barely on the icy sidewalk outside. You turned, your hands still fists at your sides. Sam’s uniform collar was unbuttoned. He must have been getting off shift. “Where ‘ya running off to?” 

“Mother hen.” You muttered bitterly. Sam smiled anyway, seeming almost… bashful. “Just going on. Meeting somebody. Shouldn’t be long.” 

“Well, I’m off.” Sam reached inside to grab his jacket off the rack. “Let me drive you. It’s cold as all hell.”

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and stepped back. “Really.” You did not want to introduce Sam to Quinn. You didn’t want Quinn to make any assumptions. You didn’t want Sam to hear the things he was going to say to you, about you. Whatever you were, whatever parts of you Quinn had broken, whatever parts of you had always been broken, Sam didn’t know about them. You didn’t want him to see you and all of your broken parts in the naked light.

“Is it… um… are you going to see him?” Sam squinted at you, his jacket still in his hands. You swallowed. Your poker face crumbled. You’d never been a good liar. 

“Sam,” you started, hands clenching and unclenching. 

“I’ll take you.” He said decisively. You blinked, surprised. You were expecting him to try and talk you out of it. 

“You… you’ll take me?” 

“I’m sure as shit not letting you go alone.” Sam grinned like it was such a ridiculous notion that it was funny. “Come on, we can talk on the ride.” 

You were quiet for most of it, your throat constricting over all of the warnings and defenses you desperately wanted to spew. Instead, you answered each of Sam’s questions steadily, one word at a time. 

“How’d he reach you?” 

“Email.” 

“And he followed you here?” 

“Yeah.” 

“So he knows where to find ‘ya if you don’t go to him.” 

“Yeah.” 

“He’s liable to start a fight?”

“If not him, then me.” 

“And he fights dirty?” 

“He brings guns to knife fights, let’s put it that way.” 

“I understand.” 

“Do you?” You turned to him from the passenger seat, your face pinched and twisted in concern. Your teeth worried over the scar on your top lip. Sam’s eyes caught yours, brown gone red with the street light. 

“I do.” His shaking fingers tapped against the steering wheel in an awkward, unsteady rhythm. “Better than I can put into words.” 

The parking lot outside of Max’s was full this time of night, so Sam parked across the street. You spotted him through the wide, bright windows. Quinn had taken up a booth at the back of the small restaurant. His feet were kicked up on the table, shitty, worn boots smearing dirt across the clean surface. He was flirting with the teenage server who was refilling his coke. She blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The guy behind the counter was eyeing the two of them nervously. Anybody who had ever known an asshole before could see right through Quinn if they tried hard enough. That was why he had to flirt with teenagers. 

Quinn turned suddenly, stiff and aware. His bright, blue eyes caught yours through the window. His face split out into a terrible, toothy grin as he beckoned you inside.

[prentissluvr]

sammy brain rot hours:

feminism leaves my body when i look at sam winchester,, wanna be a good lil housewife for him (!!!) (like im their bobby yk? mostly doing research from the bunker, joining on hunts occassionally) welcome him home with a kiss and home cooked meals (idk how to cook proper food) and and and bombard him with love and force him to take a day’s break after each hunt ,, cuddle him , go with him on walks (god pls) ,, listen to his nerd talk

i deserve it 😭

thank u for listening to me yap

-mwuah 💋

GIRL YOU ARE SO TRUE FOR THIS AND I MEAN THAT !!! i love this for you actually, like this is facts of you to say and it's so valid and yeah! i think that's the real stuff. and like there's actually so so much merit to that kind of thing, like bro research is so hard imo HAHA so you'd be so strong for that. and yeah who's to say you can be a badass hunter when you want to be! but like bro i think it'd be nice not to have to do all that travel and hard physical labor of yk killing stuff and almost getting killed. and then yeah!! that means you're likely far more well rested than sammy when he gets home which means that you can take care of him hehehehe.

like him being greeted with a kiss from you after a long drive is just so beyond amazing for him, it's so comforting and relaxing and lord knows that he needs and deserves that. plus you have food from him that's not from a diner?? this must be the real heaven for him. like i also cannot cook for the life of me, but mans loves salad! you could just makes him a simple salad and he'd be so delighted because it has freshly cut apples, his favorite dressing, and non-soggy greens! like how amazing is that! genuinely you could makes the simplest of things (which is the only thing that i personally am capable of LOL) and he'd just be so delighted <3 like anything homemade is such a rarity for him and it's genuinely actually something really really special to him when you make him food and now i'm getting all soft and emotional about the fact that sam's barely had that sort of thing in his life. for some people hand made food is an indicator of home, and we all know that sam has never really had that. anyways crying because you just make the bunker somewhere infinitely better to come back to purely with your presence. on top of that, you make him salads and kiss him sweetly and you make him lay in bed and let him cuddle you to his heart's content. like truly you're such a comfort to him i can't :,)

and walks!! oh god i literally was thinking about how much sam would love love love to go on walks with his partner, genuinely. he loves the fresh air under a circumstance so domestic and normal and it's made a million times better by you. your hand in his makes him feel so calm and it gives him those little pieces of normalcy that he craves, no matter the fact that he'll always choose this life. you give him balance and something pure and good to come home to. and ahhhh yes the nerd talk <333 i'm making heart eyes right now for real. he feels so so so grateful for someone to talk to about all these little random facts of knowledge that he has floating around in his head! in instead of shutting him down or calling him a nerd (well, sometimes you do but it's done so lovingly that he doesn't care) you actually will listen, and even ask him follow up questions! he's just so excited to share things with you <33

argh i love him so bad and i thank you for sending this ask, i'm always so so happy to listen to your yapping hehe i love it <33 but you so got my thoughts flowing so ty for that hehe <33 love it sm fr <33

[new-tella-us]

Seduce Me Situations!

Cause I'm bored!

What are one of the boys' hobbies outside of their jobs?

James- Going to the library. Now this one seems obvious but it's not for the reason you think. James is a fast reader, he's probably finished off the local library in terms of new reading material however, lately, he's been going back through all the books he read after a particular book had so many double meanings the second time he read it. He now wonders how many books had other themes and meanings that he missed because he was too focused on understanding the literal and surface level takes. It makes his reading experience a lot more enjoyable.

Erik- Astrology/Astronomy. The stars have always interested this one as in the Abyssal Plains, the sky was always blank or cloudy. He likes studying the stars, both the science and the spiritual. He wants to know how they are created, what affects their lifespan, what they mean and what can they tell us about ourselves. He doesn't believe everything he's told but it's still interesting to see what impact stars have on humans.

Sam- Auto-repair and engineering. Sam really likes to fix things and put things together to make something that works. It's something he's liked from a young age but was never allowed to explore thanks to his father. But now he has all the tools needed to fix something. Even when on the clock as a policeman, you can never find him without his trusty belt and if you need something fixed, Sam is your guy to call.

Matthew- Okay cooking is too obvious. Literally all of Matthew's individual scenes in Seduce Me 1 and his unique episode happen in the kitchen. Let's try something else. And honestly? I would say zoology. Like some Casual (Not national) Geographic type stuff. Just random animal facts that he's gained from countless hours of research. He just REALLY likes animals. If he didn't have Simon Tabby as a constant menace in his house, he probably would have gotten a dog.

Damien- Video games. This is an odd one but I feel like Damien would be really good at video games. Like a wide variety of them too. From peaceful games like Stardew Valley to AAA games like Grant Theft Auto to the hundreds of thousands of RPGs. He's a completionist, he's a speedrunner, he finds every secret and every death because he hyperfixates on the game of choice so hard that he must find EVERYTHING. He also has countless packs and mods and saves on the Sims because of course he does.

Bonus Round!

Mika- Taekwondo! And just general body upkeep. This doesn't get talked about much but Mika knows taekwondo and I think she still takes classes. She might even teach classes. What started as training to learn how to defend herself turned into a fun hobby and a way to stay agile and active. Mika believes in self care but self care is more than just skincare and healthy eating. It's also exercise. I feel like she spends a good amount of time at the gym or in taekwondo class.

[sammyluvr]

sam is so oxford university in autumn/winter coded to me, like i js know he’d love the radcliffe camera library n like being on the balcony bit overlooking everything n everyone n js thinking abt what they’re thinking abt n recognizing everyone is different n i feel like he’d a magdalen or brasenose boy. honestly he’d go to the colleges founded in like the 1400s bc i feel like he’s rlly into old architecture

also he’d deffo js like go roaming through his college n he makes it a routine n now it’s his second yr at oxford that’s how he’d come across an ethereally beautiful girl who’s in first year (you) crying bc the food in the food hall is so shit (i remember i went to magdalen college on a skl trip like 2 years ago n it was a slab of chicken n some chips with broccoli n a pot of gravy) and also apparently from what ive heard first years dont get a kitchen in their accommodation so they hv to eat in the food hall every night for first yr.

so he and u become friends, go out drinking, u study wtv u wanna study n obvs he does law so yous study together like all the time, and when i say all the time after like a lecture u call each other n its like “yeah let’s meet here” or “already saved ur seat in the library” and its so cute. or if its like getting dark early n u dont feel safe hes like “stay where u r i’ll come get u” even if hes like on the other side of campus he’s js such a lil cutie pie

then eventually he invites u over to his dorm (u guys r in the same college) n u guys cook and together and hv set nights together after a while and u both start dating and he graduates a year before you and goes back to america but at the beginning of ur last year u put ur name down for a PhD scholarship wtv thing at stanford n get in so u guys r reunited n live happily ever after

also fun fact: the oxford scenes in saltburn were shot in brasenose college and obvs some harry potter was shot there

genuinely though oxford is such a beautiful place it’s my dream uni, like i went to christ church too and it was so pretty, magdalen was pretty too there was like a lake and we walked past like a field with animals on it (i forgot what they were but it was either sheep or alpacas) and u can walk all over the place

-💽

I COULDN'T AGREE MOREEEE he is so oxford coded, esp for the colder months. sam is sooo autumn core <33 i do not understand all the references here but! i'm sure they're all facts, and i hugely agree he'd like the school's with old architecture like that !!! which on a side tangent, i think he'd like my school too bc of the old buildings and the campus is so pretty! (but would not fit him academically too well LOL... not intellectually simulating enough i fear, though i do think he would've liked. a liberal arts school hehe)

anyways!! FIRST YEAR CRYING ABOUT THE FOOD LOLLLL THAT'S SO FACTS SO ME CORE... I HATE MY SCHOOLS DINING HALLLL T_T and yeah he would absolutely always come get you and walk you where you need to go when it's dark! even if you don't ask. like especially when it's at a regularly scheduled time, he knows your whole class schedule, so he'll come get you when your class is done if he's not in class himself!!

MMM the idea of you getting your phd at stanford is so cute!! i love it i love it <333 literally happily ever after, i need that shit hehe <#

no because oxford is SO beautiful ofc i've never seen it in person, but i've ofc seen it in movies and pictures and it's such a dream. i have faith you'll make it to your dream school!! with all the sheepies and alpacas and the pretty lake!

[devils-servent]

Can you write something where the reader let's the boys stay but doesn't date any of them officially, but her and Sam make out for energy but they both want more so one day they kiss without the energy drain and its like HOLY CRAP HE FEELS THE SAME for a split second but then the kiss becomes more? Sorry if that's too specific lol,

I'm so sorry anon I thought I had posted this months ago! Turns out I had not!! And I’ve been so busy and distracted I did not notice. But, Not at all too specific! Wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not so I added a line break thingy in case that isn’t your vibe. 

AFAB fem!reader x Sam and this is written in second person so sorry about that if it's rough because that's why this took too long (except the fact that I didn't notice this did get posted so that comment doesn't really matter anymore :P)  -_- but I struggle a bit with second sometimes. 

NSFW: minors preferably DNI but you choose what you interact with so be wise Tags: L-bombs, Slight overstimulation, Creampie, slight praise kink, Vaginal sex, make outs, Crossposted to A03, (lemme know if I’ve missed a key tag).

This work was inspired by Michaela Laws' Seduce me series. I own none of the characters here and you should definitely check out her stuff!! https://www.michaelaamandalaws.com/links

Mutual love Word count: 1.8k 

The sun was beaming down on you as you led in your deck chair on the balcony, peeking down at some of the brothers relaxing in the garden. You smiled as Matthew and Sam began having a water fight much to Erik's chagrin as he was attempting to sunbathe.

“Will you pair quit it?” 

Times like this you were really glad you allowed the boys to stay, no matter how daunting that decision actually was at the time. They were like a little family and you cared for them as if they were their brothers. Except Sam, you felt something more for him. It started small, with you casting lingering looks on his broad, strong frame. Then it grew to deciding to seek his company over his brothers, even when you had first met and he wasn’t too keen on you at all!. You had such a huge crush on him even if you struggled to admit that to yourself. It sucked though. you were almost certain he didn’t feel the same way, why would he? He was an Incubus! he could have literally anyone he wanted and it was unlikely that was you. 

You knew how he felt, how he tasted on your lips, he had made out with you in the past but it was always because he was starving. Like when you first met, and he robbed your first kiss, igniting a desire in you, one you had long thought you lacked. Or before he fought Malix after he had a shower and you were delivering dinner. But it was always a kiss and nothing more. 

You Sighed and got up, meandering down the stairs to the kitchen. Glancing out of the window and saw James and Damien had joined the other three brothers and they sat at the bottom of the garden talking. That is cute. You plodded over to the toaster in the corner and popped a bagel in and sighed gently, slightly slumped over the counter.

You knew you should probably tell him at some point, lest lose the chance at all. But it was easier said than done. If you just waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity then maybe just maybe…

“Heya Doofus, Whatcha doing?” 

Sam strode in, shutting the patio doors behind him, plopping himself beside you. He was shirtless, only in his shorts, skin slightly tacky where he had been goofing around. You gave a coy smile at him, gesturing vaguely to the toaster. 

“Cooking, obviously” 

You jumped a little as the bagel popped out, laughing at yourself. Sam had no response, he just looked at you. There was a strange look in his eye, one you were hesitant to identify. Your breath shallows, stepping back a little intimidated. Sam stepped forward, filling the space you had created and you bump into the counter behind you. He brought his arm above you resting it on the cabinet and effectively pinning you in place. 

“Umm, Sam I-”

He cupped your chin and brought your lips up to his, gently grazing them with his own. Your heart was pounding, you could feel it in your ear drums. He probably needed energy, hence the strange demeanour. 

“Is this okay? Do you mind if I kiss you?” 

You nodded gently, anticipating the energy drain. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, one distinctly lacking something. 

“Wait, where's the energy drain? I thought you needed energy?”

Sam sighed and pulled back, standing awkwardly in front of you. 

“I mean I could take your energy if you want me too but I’m- I…”  He sighed deeply, taking your hand in his and smoothing his fingers over your knuckles. “I love you (Y/N). and I’ve known for a while and it's okay if you don’t. We can keep the dynamic we had. But- I love you. And, I'd like something more, we can take it slow go at your pace but I-” 

You cut him off, your hand snaking to the back of his head and pulling him down to your level and kissing him. “I Love you too, I knew I did- i just never thought you would feel the same.” you smiled tearfully. 

The corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. You were pulled into a kiss. It was sloppy and eager. You raked your hands through his hair and pulled him closer. Pulling away and gasping, cheeks flushed and lips glistening. His hands wandered down your hips, cupping your butt and picking you up. 

“Come on, let's go upstairs and talk” 

He had teleported you upstairs and plopped you down on the bed. His lips found yours again as his hands wandered your body. Fingers dipping into the waistband of your pyjamas and finding your underwear. Running the pad of his fingers down over the seams caused you to let out a whimper. 

“Please, Sam! I-” 

Cutting you off with his lips, you could feel his smirk as he kissed your cheek. His kisses trailed down your neck and onto your chest where he cupped your breasts through your shirt. As he pulled off your shirt slowly, with small teasing touches, before smiling at the sight. He gave you a slow kiss on the lips before pulling away and pushing you down onto the bed. 

“We’re supposed to be talking,” he said, chuckling at your flushed expression. 

You relaxed, settling into the bed, turning to look at Sam beside you. “I can’t believe you love me too”

He smiled and brought you closer “Why wouldn’t I? You’re all I've wanted since we set foot in this house and that will never change” he wrapped his arms around your waist cuddling his face into your neck as he shifted to be the big spoon. You settled into his touch, happy and content that your feelings were reciprocated. 

You had stripped down into a shirt and your underwear and him just his pyjama pants and just cuddled for a while. You just basked in the others presence and mutual feeling for each other, idly discussing your crushes on each other and everything you want to do together. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Soon, his hands began to wander. His hands travelled down your waist, fingers creeping up your shirt and tracing the waistband of your underwear. You sucked in a breath at his touch and pushed your hips into his hands, tilting your head to meet his lips ghosting them over his. 

“Are you sure you want to…” he started, a blush creeping across his face as he took heavy breaths. 

You answered him with a kiss and you felt his smirk against your lips and he shifted to sit up and pulled you onto his lap. You subconsciously began to grind your hips into his feeling his rock hard cock through your panties. You let out a soft moan that was captured by his mouth, soon getting lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours and his cock teasing your pussy. 

Sam’s eyes began to glow a soft gold and warmth pumped through your body. You didn’t notice when he pulled your panties down, you just felt a finger circle clit as you rolled your hips. You buried your head into his neck. Crying out his name as he teased you. 

“Aww, Your so wet and so needy, do you want me to fuck you?” he breathed, voice deep with poorly restrained arousal. He moved his hands, one supported your waist and one wrapped around his own cock as he rubbed it along your entrance. “You're so soaked, you want this cock don’t you”. 

Crying out as he teased, you were barely able to marshall your tongue into responding a weak “yes, please Aomaris” Your use of his demon name set something off in him. He makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl as he slides into you with ease. Rolling his hips gently into you at first, cautiously watching for signs of discomfort. Your fingers found their way into his hair. Looking him in the eyes as you cried out for him to go faster. He did what he was told, hips moving at a speed you did not think was possible. His hand had moved back to circle your clit and you gasped at the sensation. Thrusting your hips into his hand desperately. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, panting as he drove you to your orgasm. As sweat began to bead and drip down your forehead, Sam looked at you lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that doofus? And you’re all mine.” he pulled his bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting as he attempted to control his thrusts.  

Arching your back, you attempted to get him in deeper–pushing your cunt flush against his hips. You open your eyes and reach towards him, placing your palm upon his chest. You admired his chiselled chest. You needed him. “Need it Harder…” You begged.

His eyes screwed shut barely maintaining his control. When Sam opened his eyes, the emerald green had been all but washed away, leaving nothing but dark pupils in their wake. He pulled out of you and flipped you, your face now buried into the pillows on your bed. You arched your back teasingly, spreading your legs weakly as your wetness dripping down your legs. 

Sam cupped your pussy with his hand, running his thumb over your flushed and dripping hole. He plunged his hips up and pushed into you with desperation “Is this what you needed?” The growl that left his throat, only pushed you closer to the edge. He continued to thrust into you his hands grasping at your ass and then tracing your spine. His consistent teasing touches made you melt into the bed beneath you. 

“Please don’t stop, Sam I’m gonna…” He pulled you up from the bed, spreading your legs and pressing his chest into your back and burying his head in your neck without his cock ever leaving you. He dropped his hand back at your clit, keeping his pace as he encouraged you to cum. 

“Do It, cum all over my thick cock baby. Its okay” He kept going murmuring praises and saucy comments as he fucked you. “Im gonna cum Baby, are you gonna cum with me? All over me?” and with that you did. You clenched around his cock as he brought you to your orgasm, you feverishly rode he cock desperate to feel his cum inside you. Soon you felt it, his hips stuttering and plunging even deeper into you as he let out a deep moan. He teased your clit again, the over sensitivity leading to you cuming again and you felt your energy being pulled out of you as you came.

His grip was tight around you as you shook. Eyes shutting again and legs quivering, you basked in the bliss for who knows how long. Soon you felt the call of sleep and you settled in his arms, his magic rolling over you and the bed. 

“I love you” you spoke out, voice hoarse and weak as he pulled you off his cock and tucked you into bed. He soon settled next to you, laying a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too (Y/n),”

[shallowseeker]

In The Hero’s Journey, when Sam loses his heroic plot armor, the fact that he’s clumsy is The Best Thing Ever.

Like, immediately, he’s a disaster in the kitchen (maybe he shouldn't have bothered the food?), he slips coming up the stairs, and he knocks over a bunch of shit at the case.

They should’ve kept it, and in a fit of irony, his clumsiness saves the day. Through a series of whacky, seemingly impossible, bizarre, Rube Goldberg-like events, Chuck is defeated.

Sam literally trips his way into victory.

The end.

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Imagine it:

AU Bobby (on retraining Sam): "Oh, come on. A little clumsiness never killed anyone."

(Bobby watches Sam at work)

AU Bobby: 'Cept you. You're gonna take care of yourself before the baddies even get close.

On a subsequent case, all four of our mains are stealthing and (CRASH). “Sam," Cas says, genuinely horrified, with just a hint of blame. Later, after another BOOM, Jack says, "Sam," too, but like he's suffering from secondhand embarrassment on his behalf.

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JUST LOOK AT HIM:

SAM: Who left this cooking? Doesn't dinner usually cook itself? I'd better--oop--

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SAM: Ow. OW. OW--oop. (CRASH) OH-OW-THIS-IS-HOT-TOO-WHY IS IT--oop!

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SAM: Whooooa, stairs, STAIRS--oop.

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SAM: (BANG) It—oop.

DEAN: Really?

SAM: It fell by itself.

DEAN: I watched you walk into it.

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SAM: Hai-yaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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Sam-fuckin-Winchester, everyone.

(I made this with you in mind @couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name. And I regret nothing.)

Also. Someone NEEDS to let me remake season 15 where they don't get any luck back. Please. It was the weird everyone-teams-up ending we deserved.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Can I have hcs for kalims harem dates lol

YAY~!

The next few days after the confession everyone made plans for each person getting one date with Kalim the following week

Ace was nervous as he hasn't dated in a while but took Kalim to a 1950's American inspired diner and then a park after dark where they shot hoops and Ace scooped up Kalim as they laugh

Deuce took him on his Magicwheel (or whatever they're called) and took him to the beach and they ate street tacos afterwards

Jack was nervous but decided to take Kalim to a plant shop and let him pick his own plate as a gift, his tail gave away his feelings a lot

Epel was excited and called home for advice, in the end he settled taking Kalim apple picking in a orchard he heard was on Sage's Island

Sebek was all ready to this date! He set up a romantic picnic in the gardens of the Equatorian Club with candles and everything (they were magic so they wouldn't hurt anything promise ;3)

Riddle was nervous as shit for this day. This was his first date, let alone with a male! He decided on having a relaxing fun dinner at a cafe connected to a library which was fun

Ruggie has a similar approach as Deuce with it being a tight budget and with Sebek's being close to the school so he set up a dinner with his grandma's recipes and movie in his dorm room, literal Netflix and Chill minus the sex

Azul was in it to impress so he set up a well done romantic VIP date in the lounge one evening where he was being his charming yet nervous dorky self which makes Kalim happy, I like to think the food was amazing cause Floyd wanted to treat him a bit

Jade's date was to the green house where they chatted back and forth in facts

Floyd wanted to do something so fun with his Otter! So he arranged a pool date so they can swim, play games, eat the premade food he made, and have fun

Silver was somewhat classy but simple like Sebek and took him to a museum than ice cream afterwards and Kalim fell asleep on his shoulder on the bus ride back to school in which Silver happily leaned in and slept as well

Trey wanted it to be a nice memory so he set up a day where they bake together, getting ingredients and everything, and ate their desert afterwards while talking

Cater hasn't dated in a while so he was nervous to make it perfect so he did the best he can with a popular restaurant he saw on Social Media and some shopping at the mall, they ended the date in a photobooth

Leona, despite wanting it to be chill, decided to take a step up on this date. For the first time he had to turn away Cheka's puppy eyes and arranged the date in the school's greenhouse and stargazed together with some spaghetti he made (I like to think he knows how to cook cause he had to have entertained and fed Cheka before Ruggie and Jack somehow) and they both napped together

This was their song for a second (I know it's a lullaby most times but COME ON IT'S LIKE LEONA TELLING HIM HOW HE FEELS!)

I should animate this one day-

He then took Kalim to the lounge of Savanaclaw where they pretty much had Nahla's and Simba's date in the Lion King with the indoor pool

Complete with a cheek kiss in the end of the date

Vil wanted to be classy but also wanted it to be something they both enjoyed so he took Kalim to the movies that was showing a film he recalls in conversation Kalim wanted to see, both in disguises for the sake of avoiding attention. It was raining when they left the theater and Vil was upset this would've ended the date early but Kalim surprised him by grabbing his hand and dragging him to the rainy street where they danced in the rain

Rook was his ultra dramatic and romantic self so he took Kalim to a brunch picnic in the forest, made a wooden sculptor for him which Kalim wasn't complaining on the show (;-3), and he even taught Kalim how to shoot a arrow

Idia was ready for this. He bought all the snacks and drinks Kalim loves, he got the soft pillows and blankets out there, he had his room to himself all night, he practically bathed in coconut scented body spray, he was prepared for this date! Kalim and him had a simple fun video game night playing Mario Kart and Wii Just Dance for Kalim, ate snacks, and put on a anime movie Idia calculated based of Kalim's personality and picked Spirited Away

Malleus wanted to be romantic but not too upfront if that made sense so they met up at Draconia and took a walk under the moon in the courtyard where they talked about their hobbies and dreams, kind of like that scene in Frozen before he realize Hans was the bad guy, before Malleus held Kalim close and danced with him which soon led to them dancing in the air

Lilia was ready to make this the best night ever! They went to a concert in which Lilia snuck Kalim out of school for, they partied with the music and had fun, and like Malleus he danced with Kalim both on the ground and on air

Jamil was the last one to go on a date since he was scared, but in the end he wanted everything to be perfect for Kalim. He arranged it at Scarabia when they will not be interrupted and made all of Kalim's favorite foods growing up that made it feel like home. Kalim sensed how much Jamil worked to make this perfect for him he decided to surprise Jamil by getting the magic carpet and convinced him for a ride, having a legit A Whole New World moment together that even ended with that balcony kiss when Jamil dropped Kalim off to his dorm room and was going to put the magic carpet away

Everyone basically tried their hardest to not kiss Kalim yet in case he wanted to until he decided if anyone should kiss Kalim first it should be Jamil since he loved him longest So yeah Kalim kissed everyone else on other dates afterwards lol

The dates with Neige and Chenya were around long after the relationship started as I mentioned in the post

Neige's date with Kalim was, under disguises again, to a cafe Neige likes a lot

Chenya's a no money chilled out date to an park where they both played on the playground stuff and swapping stories while enjoying ice cream from a vender.

Their group dates are usually at Scarabia in guise of a "study party" before they were open even though plenty of students of all dorms were pretty much gossiping about them

Other than that they've been to concerts, aquariums, malls, parks, amusement parks and circus', etc. for a nice big poly date that would lead to great memories and fun

I want to keep writing but mad about the LIMIT

[quackity1999]

Hi Q I'm back!! Sorry I just got stuck in the prison for a few days T^T Sam had to let me out and shit because I lost my exit/entrance

Anyway fun fact!: did you know that you can't cook potatoes with lava? It just charrs the outside and the inside never gets the chance to cook.

Another fun fact: raw potatoes fucking suck :)

Anyway why would you want to spy on Dream :p the dude is in prison and you literally visit him every day. What would you even get from spying on him?

But you're right, me and Dream are friends :) he lets me braid his hair and I try to come in with flowers so we can make matching flowercrowns :} and then I tell him about what's been going on in the smp :D

Also btw why is he in prison anyway? He's often uhhhhh really cagey about when I ask....

-Utah anon

. . god, if you don't know why he's in prison by now you've gotta be living under a fucking rock. it's a whole— like, culmination of all the shit he's done. manipulated almost fucking everyone, exiled tommy, did whatever he did to leave tommy scared out of his wits and half zoned out 24/7, took everyone's valuables to use against them— the list goes on. he makes deals with people, twists those deals to always land in his favour, then treats it like it's something normal. something that supposed to happen.

i couldn't give less of a shit about his flowercrowns. he's pure evil.

[creepling]

Hiiii!!!!! please please pleaseeeeeee keep writing for sammy fabelman😭 (pref gender neutral or male reader) maybe meeting his parents and family for the first time? also please tag me in any sammy writings i love them!!!!!

remember to drink water!! <3

gif cred: @manderley

ask and you shall receive!

meeting the fabelmans - headcanon (gn!reader)

sammy would speak low of his family, not in a nasty way, just because he knows that his family will 100% embarrass him.

mitzi will show you embarrassing baby photos. his sisters will ask you intrusive questions, and burt will ask if you're up-to-date with the news on computing science and bore you to death.

but the biggest worry was the family secret - he hasn't told you yet. how can he introduce his parents to the love of his life when their own marriage is falling apart?

you, on the other hand, were estatic to meet sam's family.

if you're jewish, you'd find comfort in meeting another family just like your own; as sammy is the only other jewish person in the school.

if you're not jewish, it's not a concern; the fablemans have no quarrems with that kind of thing, and that's all that matters.

mitzi would suggest going on another camping trip, using the bonding moments to get to know you and let you see what activities they like to do as a family

burt, however, suggests just inviting you over for dinner; not to get you too overwhelmed. "nothing beats good company while eating a nice meal."

ultimately it's up to sammy how he'd like to introduce you, and ends up going with the dinner option.

"at least it's easier to run off from a dinner table than the middle of a forest" his excuse was.

you ask "what makes you think i wanna run off?"

"not you, per say. was thinking more me running away, to save me any embarrassment"

you try your best to make a good first impression

wearing your best clothes, polished your shoes, got your mum to bake a cake as a gift.

sammy insisted you didn't need the cake, so when you arrived with it in hand, you felt a bit foolish.

but as mitzi opened the door, and her face lit up at the sight of you (glimpsing the cake) you felt less nervous.

you're welcomed with open arms. literally. the minute burt took the cake with thanks, mitzi engulfed you into a hug.

"you never told me they were so handsome/pretty, sammy" she says

sammy rolls his eyes "yeah, forgot to mention that obvious bit of information"

everytime sam makes a sarcastic remark, you shoot him a stare like "chill out, ok?" and he tries to calm his nerves.

the fabelmans took their turn in talking with you.

you chat with reggie and natalie while mitzi cooks, chuckling at the cheeky remarks they make about there brother

"we never thought he would date anyone!" they both giggled.

"fun fact, it was actually me that spoke to him first, he was so shy" you told.

their giggles grow in volume, "that's no surprise!"

sammy sinks lower in his seat. wishing he could disappear.

like sam guessed, when you all sit at the table and grab servings, burt asks you questions about school; what you're studying, what job you want to persue, do you think about going to college, etc.

you tell him about your ambitions, and he seems impressed.

he talks rambling about computing science, telling you how it'll kick off in the next decade, and it's a good profession to get in.

"they don't wanna do that stuff, dad," sammy sighs.

"no no no, keep going mr. fabelman, it sounds really interesting"

you genuinely are interested, seeing a father be so excited about something. but you also wanted to playfully nudge sammy, knowing it'll annoy him.

you talk to benny also, erupting in laughter at his silly stories and bent-double jokes.

sammy seems a little tense when you talk to him, but you try to shrug it off.

if only you knew what was really going on.

finally, mitzi has her moment to shine with you. you gives you random compliments, getting and giddy and saying "oh my boy is so lucky!" and it makes you blush.

after dinner she goes to her piano and asks you your favourite song. the family chant about how talented she is at piano, and you're eager to listen.

"i really like that one song on the radio, oh i can't mind the name..."

"i know exactly which one it is!"

mitzi stretches her fingers and begins to play. you know it immediately, looking to sammy with a smile. he smiles back, glad to see you happy.

by the evening, you thank the fabelmans for the wonderful meal, and expressed how you genuinely enjoyed yourself.

they welcomed you so fluently, it was a surprise. you were gratified by their generousity and kindness.

"you're welcome anytime," they say, insisting sammy to bring you every weekend.

sammy begins to walk you home, growing silent. he lets out a distressed sigh.

"wasn't so bad, was it?" you say.

"surely you get that most of that was all a front," sammy rolls his eyes.

"and what? all families have their skeletons in the closet. my family has a chest full of them!"

sammy stops in his tracks, staring in a cautious matter, as if he wanted to tell you a secret. you grew worried.

"there's stuff you don't know, okay? and... i'm just not ready to tell them. one day i'll tell you, but right now, i feel like i can't tell anyone, like i have to die with this secret."

you could almost feel the weight on his shoulders. your eyes grew in sympahy.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips, him reacting swiftly and returning the favour; your embrace soothing him.

you pulled away, looked into his eyes, and say "you can tell me when you're ready, i'm here for you; always,"

sam smiles, appreciative of your gentle sympathy. he walks you the rest of the way home, holding your hand in his.

[1d1195]

Hi Sam!! I feel like it’s been FOREVER since I’ve talked to you even though I think it’s been just a couple of days 😭 I’ll explain in another ask bc it’s gonna be another long ramble lol btw I don’t feel any pressure responding back so don’t worry! I WANT to chat always!

ANYWAYS so I have just finished reading part two and three of honey and bestie IM OBSESSED!!! FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR CEORRY!! I need him badly like idc when will it be me?!? Anyways LOVED seeing jealous Harry it’s so hilarious when it’s with Niall like I love their banter! But ngl I love seeing Harry spiral over another guy 🤭 but also fuck the guy the MC went on a date with bc that’s so not cool!!! Also the MC is just so perfect like she so good with Cece my heart hurts from how cute it is! Now that little dream that Harry had was WILD and I didn’t expect that lol AHH loved part two!

Now part three omg! The drama of it all omg! LOVED IT! The fact that they ended in the hospital and the way Harry talked to her… she’s braver than me bc I would absolutely start crying! And then I would just be so angry bc I’m stubborn and will simply not let a man talk to me like that 😁 BUT this is ceorry so he gets a pass bc i need him badly🙄 plus I would be terrified if my child was in that position! But omg don’t get me started on her catching him basically looking so lovesick and gone for her 😭 Anyways ugh omg she’s just so perfect omg and I kinda loved that Harry was missing her a bit when she was away! And bestie you know loved that Harry had to suffer a bit hearing Niall’s convo her her🤭

Ahhh LOVED PART THREE! Also so loving this slow burn effect on this story, I’m obsessed! You’re so amazing!

Btw can’t believe I missed two polls for honey😭 bestie my vote would have been for a cliffhanger bc I love the suspense!!

The way academic rivals MC will be grumpy… IM GONNA EAT IT UP!! And I’m so excited to see exactly what you’ve been hinting at for future stories!

Grocery shopping is a personal hell sometimes lol I guess the best way to describe it is that it can get a bit overwhelming/overstimulating depending on how crowded and the overall vibe of the store I’m in. Some days I can handle it better than others lol I’m sure everyone was so over being stuck inside during Covid so I don’t blame lol I actually prefer doing dishes but I do agree baking is definitely preferred than cooking!

I never was classified as “gifted” through exams bc I literally have terrible test anxiety that I don’t do well lol BUT I was definitely always considered a higher performing student even though test like that didn’t technically show it. And bestie you’re so smart like you don’t even know!!!(Also I have beef with standardized test like that but tbh that’s a whole other topic lol) but knowing how much of a hard worker you are it makes sense that you’re sadly going through some sort of burn out. I’ve realized it happens more often and sometimes it’s really hard to get out of. Lowkey I’ve been so burned out since I was like 18 ish and have been just trying to barely function lol. So I can totally get how frustrating all of this may feel!

I can assure you that people do care about what you write! And I’m being honest when I say if you ever choose to publish whether it be through self publishing or traditional, you absolutely have the potential to succeed in that! Bestie I swear the stories that you put out already exceed works that are already published! And you’ve mentioned how you want to indulge in longer stories(I support it!) so I feel like if you find a story line you like or even revamping a current one you’ll be amazing! I know engagement is so weird rn bc the culture has kinda changed. As well as how some people view writers and stuff which sucks. But you are so loved and so are your stories! But always do what’s best honestly!

Alsoooo hope your first week back teaching went amazing! You know that I’m sending you love!!!-💜

OH MA'AM I'm ALWAYS going to answer all your asks no matter the length! I was thinking our communication was a little delayed! No worries at all (I'll address why and such in the other ask too!)

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Same. I think Niall's harmless towards Harry (in all my stories) it's why I enjoy it so much. I know you weren't a huge 1D fan but there's this clip of an interview or something when they're in a car and basically Niall's like "Ireland is the best city in the world" and Harry goes "No." and then looks out the window wistfully. 😭 So I've just been riding that banter for my whole life it seems. I love an overprotective man 😍 one of my favorite tropes. "Touch her and die" = me swooning. YES. Idk I thought the dream was cute hehehe

I WOULD HAVE SOBBED. My alternate timeline for this story would be that one scene and she just has a full blown sob-fest and begs Harry to keep her job and then he feels like an ASS and probably asks her to marry him right there (and then Honey is done half way through part 3) HAHAHAHA He's so lovesick, so gone. He's fucked. I love making Harry suffer 😈 I'm glad you like the slow burn 💕 and that's good to know about your votes regardless. I didn't mean to do the second one, but I thought it was worth asking! I know you don't mind the suspense!

YES I do LOVE a grumpy male lead, but as a stubborn female STEM student, I think she has WAY more cause to be grumpy than him. I haven't hinted at many of the future ones, but def one of them. Probs been like six months though. Hopefully it'll make sense when it comes around hehehe

NO grocery shopping is absolutely overwhelming. I'm just INSANE. In New England we have Market Basket and if you haven't been there good for you. Best grocery prices in the world but there are SO many people there all the time and someone is ALWAYS in my way. Doesn't matter what time of day. If I didn't want to save $ i wouldn't go.

Test anxiety is the worst! I watch so many of my students struggle with it. I got nervous over some tests but I was fortunate that I didn't get too overwhelmed (shocking, tbh, something had to give I guess). I'm always trying to think of strategies to help my students with it. I also did a whole research proposal on math/test anxiety in grad school. The "experts" recommend journaling before an exam (but you gotta be kind to yourself and manifest that you'll do well) which was NOT for me because I was like "I'm confident" i'm not going to do well. My AP Bio tests?! Holy cow. DAMN. Those were a bitch.

Not to sound like 100 years old, but when I was in college I remember by the time I was in grad school I was like "holy shit this is endless" I was exhausted. No reading, no writing. Nothing. It was just endless school assignments and work. BUT now I have TIME to do things I like so I actually think my burn out is entirely 'better' than the one I had in college. Not sure if that's hopeful for you or not.

You are the best and sweetest 💕

Work was good! I'm cautiously optimistic at the moment but trying not to jinx it nor get my expectations too high.

Lots of love for you too 💕

xoxo

[ccaptain]

@daybreakrising: 👫(give me older retired wriokae hcs sam) ( meme source. )

   i. after they both retire from, respectively, the Fortress and Knight duties, they take up many hobbies to have together- but they never take up gardening, and Kaeya makes sure that their house either doesn't have a garden, or he hires a trustworthy person to triple-lock all the gardening tools in a shed as far away as possible from the house. he will adamantly refuse to let them use a particular tool. It's the only rule where he is inflexible and outright hostile about it if contested. 

   ii.remember that headcanon we made about them having matching glasses as their sight gets older? I'M JSUT GOING TO. Kaeya wearing gray and red rimmed glasses and Wriothesley getting a blue and silver pair and it's done on purpose because guess who bought the blue and silver pair like he still buys his husband every single piece of clothing he owns-

   iii. i raise you the fact that one of their sons would be definitely named Crepus and another one could be named Thierry. i'm crying puking sobbing at this OKAY? OKAY. I'M EMOTIONAL ABOUT THESE NAMES-

   iv. as i literally told you three seconds ago on Discord: they get into cooking and baking and sometimes they have to redo the Ghost scene where Wriothesley has to stand behind Kaeya and guide his hands. this happens from literally the first time they start doing things together to prevent Kaeya from burning half the kitchen ( and also on purpose to be close ) and goes on forever-