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anakinsdove · 7 months ago

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Sub sam monroe x fem friends hot older sister ❔

𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

pairing: sam monroe x older!fem!reader

summary: it’s been like what? 6 years since you saw sammy, he’s still as weird as he used to be, only prettier. After seeing him again you notice there some tension that wasn’t there before.

c/w: nsfw, loser Sammy, blowjob

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,352

“What’s that for?” You ask your little rat of a brother why he’s suddenly carrying enough snacks to throw a party.

“Sam is coming over, he’s going to spend the night here” Your brother says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Who?” “Sam” he rolls his eyes “Oh! Sammy, blonde, walks weird?” “Yes…” he’s slightly confused at your description then he realizes you haven’t seen Sam in a while…. A long while?

“He dyed his hair” your brother ads “Seriously?” You say sarcastically clearly faking interest trying to find something worth watching on tv “And he walks normally” “I’m sure he does”

“Anyways aren’t you a little bit too old for sleepovers?” Your condescending tone is very annoying to your brother but that’s what sisters do. “Aren’t you too old for Halloween?” “Huh?” Your brother smirks pointing at your makeup, you respond by throwing the pillow on the couch with enough force it feels like a brick, he runs upstairs

“coward” you mutter to yourself and suddenly someone’s knocking on the door

Someone’s knocking extremely loud

You decide to ignore it as you keep painting your nails but the knocking is very persistent and it gets louder somehow accidentally painting your toe “fucking loser” you curse under your breathe and stand up walking furiously towards the door.

“What!?” Your tone is harsh and the boy takes a step back, Sam looks stupid as he makes sure he’s in the right house “I-is James here?”

“Sam?” You ask softly this time, your anger quickly dissipating from your features, eyeing him up and down… wow.

“Hi Y/N”

You open the door for him to come in as he awkwardly goes through the door, he tries to keep his hips as far he can from yours while walking in, you sigh at the awkward silence

“How have you been-“ “You look very different-“ both of you say at the same time “You look the same” he says “I looks twelve?” God you’re making fun of him

Hes about to answer when your brother comes down running from the stairs “Sorry dude I was taking a shit!” He greets him as you stand aside

“Don’t talk to her Sam” your brother says smirking “Shut up man” they run upstairs and you shrug trying to shake the awkwardness away

You keep trying to distract yourself with tv but it isn’t fucking working

Sam Monroe….

He looked so different from what you remembered, he’s taller, there’s a lot of piercings stuff on his face and you’re pretty sure he was wearing eyeshadow.. his hair now it’s black… funny because you remembered him being blonde and looking like a puppet, you giggle at the thought… Oh! and his clothes, he was wearing a Metallica t shirt, Vintage….

You moan and you realize you been rubbing your clit through your panties this whole time then gasping in embarrassment and closing your legs

What a slut… what if someone saw you rubbing your cloth on your living room, that would be a reason to kill yourself, what if Sam saw you like that?… that however doesn’t sound as bad

Control yourself Y/n

A few hours later the sun has set… you succeeded distracting yourself and as soon as Sam leaves you won’t have to see him again you’ll forget this awkward chapter in your life where you masturbated to the thought of your younger brother’s friend until… “Why me man!?” “Cause I’m about to win this level” “Youre shit at the game” “Shut up!” you hear the boys arguing upstairs “It’s just fucking popcorn Sam” your brother mocks him as Sam sighs coming down the stairs

You can’t help but look up at him “Hey” Sam stops midway “Hey” he tries to sound and look relaxed, but when did your boobs get so big?

“Pop corn?” You asks pointing at the box he’s holding in his hand “I’ll burn them” he says

“It’ll be my brothers fault” you laugh and Sam smiles “C’mon” you guide him to the kitchen and put the popcorn in the stove “You look very different too” he responds to your earlier conversation, you smirk at the opportunity of teasing “Really? I thought I looked twelve” “Fuck no” he suppresses a laugh and you nod playfully “Well, maybe a little” “Fuck off” you push him playfully and his back makes contact with the counter “You still have your dimples when you smile” your heart actually softens at his comment “You don’t look like a puppet anymore” he rolled his eyes “I meant that in some ways you look the same but in other- other ways you look very different” he stares at you collarbone

“Sam?” You take a step forward “It’s mean to look at girls boobs when they’re talking” he freezes “I was not-“ you grab his bicep “I always knew you liked me” Sam is really about to die or kill himself, whatever is option is quicker… instead he grabs your waits and pulls you to him then freezes again “You want to kiss me Sammy?” His gaze switches from your eyes to your lips, to your boobs that look so good in that thank top, then your lips again, his lips hesitantly meet you in a clumsy kiss… but then you find out he’s so hungry for this, teeth clatter and he hums into your mouth, his hands shaking as he holds your waist…. You pull away teasingly as he tries to chase your lips but you have other plans like kissing his neck

“Fuck” he moans, his little sound has you clenching your thighs, you need this boy asap…as you nibble and suck his neck then pulling away again “Sam” “What?” He says breathlessly

“Can I suck you off?” WHAT THE FUCK he nodds shakily and you get on your knees “J-James?” Sam’s says as he watches you unbuckle his belt “Don’t talk about my fucking brother when I’m going to give you a blowjob” “Sorry..” “He’s playing, he wont find out.” You try to reassure this poor boy as he nods shakily “I promise” you unzip his pants and take his boxers down urgently, it’s too much, you hear the popcorn popping, heavy breathe, the waves crashing distantly… his cock slapped against his stomach… Sam looks down at you in awe

You start stroking him, watching the angry red tip leaking already, “w-wait wait I’m gonna c-cum” Sam warns virgins you think to yourself and force yourself to stop stroking him, if he’s gonna fucking cum he’s cumming down your throath tonight “fine” you say angrily and take him down your throat “Fuck!” Sam moans as his shaky hand tangles in your hair pushing you down further “I can’t I can’t I’m sorry” his eyes roll back and his back arches, your wet lips wrapping around his thick cock…. Sucking him sloppy it’s just so much

He doesn’t know why god is on his side tonight but he’s not complaining, he beats himself mentally, he seeing stars, fireworks exploding behind his eyes and all that cringy shit he once heard, now he knows it’s real, he feels your tongue massaging the underside of his cock and you make something with your tongue where it licks at his balls slightly and-

“Fuck!” He yells as he cums…. Thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throath, he tastes salty…

Your doe eyes look up at him seductively as you keep licking his tip, his legs tremble as he spasms, he has to push you away so he doesn’t pass out

You finally release his cock from your mouth “breathe Sammy….” “Fuck sorry I-“ his breathe is heavy “Shhh….” You kiss his lips softly so he tastes his own cum…..

“You’re sleeping here right?” He nodds

“Come to my room at 2:00 AM” he nodds again and you know this boy is completely at your mercy

“Oh and Sammy….. your popcorn” you point to the stove and evident smoke “Shit!” Sam runs and trips over his pants, pulling them up quickly and trying to not burn your damn house.

dividers - @i92-93

(Im very sorry for the absence! I been pretty much busy and a little unmotivated to write but I’ll try to post another fic this week, this was a little bit rushed but I hope you like it)

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samofmine · 7 months ago

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"Stop looking at me like that!" Sam says, high pitched and annoyed, but well, no. Dean very much can't stop looking at him like that.

(aka I couldn't stop thinking about this so here's a weecest with sam in a cropped top and the inner chaos it ensues on dean)

Like what, anyway? He just hopes he's not drooling.

Sam came home an hour ago. He insisted on going shopping for his own clothes, saying Dean never got his right size, the pants looked too baggy and the shirts too loose. Well, forgive him if he doesn't want Sam parading the shape of his body to everyone. He gets enough catcalls from creeps in gas stations and sideroad bars as it is.

But Dean can't really use that as an argument, so yes, go the fuck ahead and buy your own clothes if you're so self sufficient, he said, and oh how it bit him in the ass.

Sam's fashion preference happened to be a pair of ragged jeans, red converse sneakers, and a freaking cropped top. A white, loose cropped top, short enough he can see everything from under Sam's nipples to the curve of his hipbone, loose enough it reveals Sam's collarbones as he moves.

Sammy's stomach. The smooth, milky skin wrapping around his small waist. His hip bones. Hell, even his belly button. Dean feels dizzy.

It's not like Dean's never seen it before. He bathed the kid, changed his diapers, but it's all a distant memory now, since Sam's puberty hit and he started acting like such a girl, shy to even be in the same room as a shirtless Dean, and god forbid Dean ever needs to piss when he's in the shower, because he will be throwing a tantrum before he even gets to step inside the bathroom.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. It would take more than bitchy mood swings and annoying brattiness to make Sam any less endearing to Dean.

He's still his little brother. His baby. Dean's everything.

He's not saying he misses the closeness, the tangled limbs under bedsheets when it was too cold and lying too close together when they had to share a crappy motel fan during a heat wave. But now that all of that is in the past, he simply wasn't prepared to see so much of Sam.

He wants to put his hands on each side of his waist and see if they still fit perfectly.

He wants to brush his fingers under his belly button and see if he can still track the goosebumps running through his body by watching his skin from close enough.

He wants... He wants.

He won't do any of that, though, because he doesn't want to be yelled at and he definitely doesn't want to deal with a moody Sammy for the rest of the week.

So, he stares. Sam has to grant him at least that.

"Looks weird, I know it." Sam looks down, and Dean notices his hands are trying to cover his stomach. "Just stop staring. It's hot today."

Dean blinks. What. What?

"What?" He can't help it. "Why do you think I'm staring? D'you think I'm gonna make fun of you?"

"Well." Sam looks at him, all bitchy faced. "Why else?"

Dean wants to laugh. Or cry. This is ridiculous.

If I could take a picture of you like this and keep it next to my bed so it's the first thing I see everyday, I'd be doing it right now. Seriously. Just give me a camera.

Obviously he can't say any of that. So.

"Why don't you wear a skirt to complete the look?" He teases, but crap, that was not the right thing to say, not just because the image of Sam in a skirt crosses his mind and he feels faint from it, but because of Sam's pained expression as soon as he heard the words.

"You're a jerk." Sam says and lies down on his bed, his back to Dean. He pulls the covers on top of him as if he's trying to hide.

Dean moves before he can even rationalize it. "Sammy, c'mon." He says, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed. "I was joking."

"Leave me alone." He gets in response.

Dean takes a deep breath, tries to go through his mental Sammy manual to see if he has any way of fixing this.

Feels like nothing he can say or do will make any difference.

So, to hell with it.

"You look good." He says. If Sam's gonna be pissed at him anyway, let it be for his honesty instead of his bad jokes.

Sam tenses up under the blanket, Dean notices of course.

"You don't mean that." Sam's voice is smaller, vulnerable, tugging on Dean's heartstrings like nothing else does.

"Of course I..." He sighs in frustration. "Let me see you."

Sam turns to lie on his back just so he can look at Dean, confused. Well, at least he's looking at him.

Dean grabs the blanket and pulls it down.

"Stop! Give it back." Sam whines, pulling it back. He's so goddamn loud, for no reason.

Dean rolls his eyes and holds Sam's wrists to make him stop.

"Let me see you, Sammy." He says, in a way anyone else would think is an order, even their dad, but only Sam knows this is him pleading.

He lets go of Sam's wrists to put the blanket away. Sam lets him.

Dean takes a moment, takes in the sight.

Sam's hands are still shyly on top of his stomach, hiding it.

Dean swallows dry.

He slowly reaches and moves Sam's hand so he can touch him, fingers almost shaking from the excitement, and Sam's stomach clenches under his touch.

He looks up to meet Sam's eyes. He's looking at him, nervous and flushed and beautiful, and Dean wants to keep him to himself, wants to lock them inside this room and throw away the key or fucking swallow it, because no way in hell he's ever going to allow anyone else to see Sam like this.

"You look good." He repeats, not recognizing his own voice, it comes out strangled and pathetic and he has to take a deep breath.

"Thanks." Sam says softly, so damn soft, Dean doesn't think locking him in the room will be enough. He's gonna have to eat him.

He brushes his fingers lightly across Sam's stomach and he squirms, fucking squirms, laughing under him.

"Tickles." Sam whines.

And, well, if doing that will make Sammy lose the scowl, game on.

Dean starts to tickle his tummy, laughing along with Sam as he drinks in every movement.

"Stop!" Sam laughs, grabbing his hand.

The pause in their movements is too long and with their eyes locked Dean forgets to breathe.

"Well, do you believe me?" He says once he remembers, "Or should I say it again?"

"I believe you." Sam says, shyly.

"What was that? I didn't hear it." Dean leans down, closer to hear him better.

"Shut up, you heard me." Sam is still smiling.

"How come you're always avoiding me lately?" Maybe now is not the time to talk about this, he knows Sam's good mood is fragile and he shouldn't be tempting it, but. He has to know.

"I'm not. I just... Feel weird around you."

"Weird?" Dean asks, confused.

"I don't know. Shut up." Sam says, but he's still smiling, even though it's a more nervous smile. "Just... Weird. Like I always want more of it. Don't ask me to explain it, I just know I shouldn't feel this way. I just do, though."

Dean blinks at him, digesting.

"It's probably cause we spend most of the time in small rooms with not enough space even to have personal space."

Nerd, Dean thinks.

But such a cute fucking nerd. He has no idea what he's even talking about but at least Sam isn't tired of him or hates him. He just feels weird, and Dean can totally understand that.

"You're such a weirdo." He says, not holding back his smile. Sam laughs weakly and Dean feels high on it.

Maybe that's why he leans in and kisses his forehead.

He feels Sam freezing under him but it's been so long since he let him this close, so damn long, he can't stop.

He kisses the tip of his nose.

Sam holds his breath.

Dean kisses his chin.

"De?" Sam's voice is so small, Dean is going insane.

When he meets his eyes again he notices Sam isn't looking at him with confusion or annoyance like he expected.

He decides to push his luck.

"What? I can't kiss you, anymore, either?" He says, testing the waters. "When you were little you wouldn't go to sleep without a goodnight kiss from me, remember that?"

Sam groans in embarassment, but he's still smiling, cheeks tainted pink.

"I was a kid. 'M not a kid anymore."

"So I shouldn't kiss you then." Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Why would you even want to kiss me?" Sam says, not meeting his eyes.

Dean can't even register the question. Seriously.

"Have you looked at yourself?" He says. "How could I not?"

He travels his eyes down Sam's body, his stomach drawing his attention again.

He stares for a moment too long.

"You can." Sam says, almost a whisper.

Dean meets his eyes, not sure what he was talking about. Maybe he got distracted, sue him.

Sam notices and rolls his eyes.

"Kiss me, I mean." He explains shyly "Miss your goodnight kisses, too."

And Dean feels himself buzz with excitement, fingers going numb from wanting to reach and touch and hold and do everything at once.

He sighs in frustration and lets his head drop forward, resting his forehead against Sam's stomach.

"You'll be the death of me." He says against Sam's skin. He hopes it's a promise. Only death could free him from this longing. Maybe not even death.

And there they are. The goosebumps.

He smiles. He can't help but kiss him, right on top of his bellybuton. He takes his time, too, letting his lips brush against the skin, breathing in Sam's scent.

Sam is quiet but Dean can hear his breath getting heavier.

He continues.

He kisses every bit of skin he can reach, lips brushing across Sam's stomach from one kiss to the other, never wanting to break the contact.

"Feels weird." Sam lets out a choked sigh.

"Bad weird?" Dean asks, looking up at him.

"Just weird." Sam says. "Probably bad weird. But I like it."

Dean looks at him, words escaping him.

Sam smiles sweetly and cups his face with his hand.

"I like everything you make me feel, De. Even though I hate that I like it sometimes."

Dean leans back to get a better view of Sam's expression, wants to register it in his brain so he can remember it the next time Sam avoids him again.

"Same here, Sammy." He says, simply, because he has no idea how to put into words the relief he's feeling.

He looks at Sam's stomach, places his hands on each side of his waist. Rubs his thumb against his skin.

"Fits." He says, more to himself.

Sam's hand finds his face again, this time under his chin, making him look up.

They're really damn close to each other. Dean's eyes stop on Sam's lips.

Sam is leaning in. His hand move from his chin to hold Dean's shoulder, both hands, and he closes his eyes and he continues to lean in and Dean feels like everything is happening way too slowly but he could never rush this.

Sam kisses him. It's nothing but a peck, but it's enough to awake the monster that's been dorment inside Dean's soul all this time and he can't stop himself from pulling Sam towards him by the neck, to kiss him better, to kiss him harder, to feel his lips against his tongue.

Sam tries to follow Dean's rythm, letting out small whimpers that make Dean even more hungry.

He guides him so they both move on the bed and he sits him on his lap. Sam's arms immediately lock around his neck.

They kiss for so long Dean starts to feel lightheaded, but he still wants more, because it's Sammy, and Sammy is kissing him back and he wants everything Sam gives him and he almost wants more.

After too long but not even close to long enough Dean lies them down, but they continue to trade kisses until Sam falls asleep first, Dean's hands firm on his waist, keeping them close enough they share each breath. Dean decides this, right here, like this, is where they belong. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

#weecest #this ended up being fluffier than i intended #today i offer you sam in a cropped top tomorrow who knows #should probs warn !!! that dean is a bit obsessive and possessive and a lil insane about sammt #sammy*#but arent we all. be honest #wincest #samdean #wincest ficlet #didnt proof read bc its 5am and i should be asleep #been trying to correct the typos but tumblr hates me

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b0ng05 · 9 months ago

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Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader -

An Idiot MDI! 18+

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Word Count: 2144

Summary: Sam's boyfriend leaves for a night on the town with his friends, after a few nights of feeling unsatisfied, she decides to dial a familiar number...

Warnings: Oral, fingering, mentions of cheating, cheating, if you squint, edging. thats it i think.

Also, Not Proofread💅

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Sam Carpenter and I had a unique relationship, when we first met, I was one of Tara’s friends from campus. Sam being Sam, didn’t trust me, but after getting to know each other, there was tension between us that was undeniable. Sam had a boyfriend, Danny, they had been together for a year. But for a few months, he hadn’t exactly been keeping Sam satisfied. One night of us getting drunk on wine changed the once tense relationship.

Which is why it was no surprise I was now stood outside her apartment at 9pm. I stood in front of Sam’s apartment door, about to raise my hand to knock when I saw a flicker in the peephole of the door. My eyebrows furrow for a moment and then I hear the sound of Sam unlocking all five of the locks on her apartment door before it swings open, revealing Sam standing in just a white tank top, and gray sweatpants.

“Hey-” Before I could finish my greeting, her hands grabbed the front of my hoodie, pulling me through the threshold of the doorway.

The door swings closed behind me, and I turn around, seeing Sam as she ritualistically locks the door back up. Once she finishes the task, she turns back to look me up and down, a slight flush to her cheeks and familiar flick of hunger in her eyes.

“Is that how you greet me now, Sammy~?” I tease, a slight smirk pricking the corner of my lips.

“Shut up,” Sam blushes, leaning forward and connecting her lips with mine, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist to bring me closer to her.

I held back a groan into the kiss, a heat igniting inside me at the feeling of her chest pressed against mine, the closeness made me lustfully aware that she opted out of wearing a bra today. My arms move to wrap around the back of her neck, pressing my lips against hers more passionately. I gently lace my hands in her hair and lightly tug it, parting our kiss.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend~?” I tease, moving to kiss her neck.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Sam retorts, her hand playfully smacking my ass.

“Not really,” I joke, moving to lightly bite her neck, making her let out a surprised moan.

I make quick work of pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it on the floor haphazardly as I move to kiss her collarbone, my hands teasingly groping at her breasts. She pulls me closer to her, letting out quiet breathy moans. Sam gently pulls my attention away from her chest by guiding me back towards her bedroom, softly pushing me back onto the bed before straddling my waist. Our lips meet once more in a passionate kiss, her hands slipping under the hem of my shirt and exploring the expanse of my stomach. Butterflies fill my stomach with the action, as well as a heat that begins to grow with each messy yet addicting kiss. My hands move to hold her waist, but with one swift motion, one of her hands is holding mine above my head.

“Keep those there for me,” Sam whispers, her teeth gently tugging at my earlobe before trailing down my neck.

I blushed at her tone, but do as I’m told. Her hand moves from holding my wrists, trailing down my body before meeting her other hand at the hem of my shirt. Her brown eyes look down into mine for consent, I give a haste nod.

“Words, baby. I need to hear them,” Sam’s hands gently rub at my hip bones, awaiting confirmation.

“Yes,” I say, my blush somehow growing deeper.

Sam’s lips quirk up a bit, finding my shyness amusing, despite how many times we had done this before, I always got flustered. She pulls my shirt off, not wasting a second in peeling my sports bra after. Sam leans down, one hand toying with one of my breasts, her mouth occupying the other. I bite my lip, my hands grasping at the sheet above me, desperately trying to follow her command of no touching. Knowing Sam would up her ante on her teasing if I did. She smirks up at me before continuing to kiss down my stomach, leaving a trail of forming hickeys which she would look upon proudly the next time we meet.

Her thumbs hook under the waistband of my pants, tugging them down my legs. Her doe eyes stare at me with desire, her hands making quick work of the last piece of fabric constricting my body from her, leaving me bare to her hungry eyes. Her veiny hands trail up my thighs, squeezing them gently as she leans down, kissing my hip bone and kissing down to my inner thighs. She runs one of her fingers along my wet slit, collecting my wetness, letting out a longing groan as she sees her coated finger. She licks the wetness off her finger before teasing my pulsing entrance. Her dark brown eyes look up meeting mine as she takes a broad slow lick up my slit, causing a moan to emerge from me. my hands grip the sheets tighter as she continues her teasing, before slowly easing her finger inside me. She smirks as my face contorts in pleasure, she takes my throbbing clit into her mouth and begins to lick and suck, matching the pace of her finger.

“Fuck~ Sammy~” I moan, my tone whiny with need.

She adds a second finger, picking up the pace. She feels her own wetness collecting in her panties as she continues her actions, desperate to watch I fall apart beneath her. Her thighs clenching together trying to ease the ever growing desire between her thighs. Her mind clouded with thoughts of only me.

“Taste so sweet, honey~” Sam moans, the vibration of her words causing my thighs to tremble.

I let out a moan, hands fisting the sheets beneath me as she curls her fingers deliciously. The knot in my stomach already on the edge of bursting. She feels me pulsing tighter around her fingers, she slows down her movements, smirking up at me at the whine she hears in return.

“Sammy~ Please~” I beg, biting my bottom lip. Between struggling to keep my hands to myself and Sam’s tempting kisses and lingering touches, tears began to brim my eyes.

“Sound so pretty, baby~” Sam chuckles, mocking a pout, “But you can beg better than that. I know you can, I’ve heard it~” Sam smirks, slowing her fingers down to a slow agonizing pace.

“Please Sammy! I’ll be such a good girl for you, I need you so bad, I want to cum for you, please~” I pouted at her, giving her pleading eyes.

The look I gave Sam, so desperate for her, it only made her own desire grow tenfold. She smirks and kisses my inner thigh.

“Good girl.” Sam praises, before diving back in, her tongue toying and sucking on my clit as her fingers move expertly.

Sam’s fingers move faster, curling up perfectly. my thighs trembling as I climb right back up to that edge. I bite my bottom lip, using all my control to focus on not reaching out and grabbing her hair to pull her closer to where I need her. The way she looked up at me so seductively yet so teasing was fueling me closer to the edge I was nearly at earlier.

“Please~ Please let me cum Sammy~” I whine, my hips bucking against her as I desperately try to reach my peak.

Sam smirks, “Cum for me baby,” Sam commands, rushing her movements as she curls her fingers up one more time.

“Fuck! Sam~!”

I fall apart on her fingers, letting out a loud cry of her name. She continues to move her fingers, moving slowly and carefully as she lets me ride out my high. She presses soft delicate kisses up my body as she crawls back up to me. I hesitantly reached my hand up to caress her face, not wanting to break the rules if she was still geared up for more. She chuckles and gently takes my hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips to kiss my palm. I smile at the action, reaching up to caress her cheek softly and guide her down for a kiss. Our lips meet in a tender sweet kiss, but it quickly fuels up the heat once more.

I gently push Sam’s chest to get her to lay back on the bed, my lips chasing hers as she follows suit. I kiss down her jaw to her neck, my desire to taste her stronger than any other thought. I trace my tongue along her collarbone as I make my way down to her breasts, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple and teasingly grazing the nub with my teeth. Shaking moans leave her as she tangles her hand in my hair, keeping me close. My hand moves to grope her other breast. I start to trail my kisses down her stomach, my tongue tracing her abs as she lets out shaky breaths. Her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as I sneak my thumbs under the waistband of her sweatpants, tugging them down her legs. Lust growing exponentially at the sight, making quick work of her underwear,

I need and desire filling my chest to satisfy her as I don’t waste a second in burying my face between her thighs. My tongue licked a broad stroke up her wet cunt, causing a moan to slip past her lips. I wrap my lips around her clit as I begin to suck and swirl my tongue around it, watching in pride as Sam writhes beneath me. My hand moves from caressing her thigh to slip inside her entrance, her slick making the action easy. I speed up my tongue as I start to ease in another finger, testingly curling them, a loud moan echoing past Sam’s pillowy lips. My free hand moves to wrap around her thigh, stifling her bucking hips as I fasten my movements.

“Fuck baby~” Sam moans, her hands fisting my hair tightly as she pulls me closer, searching for more to push her towards the edge.

I speed up my movements, looking up at her lustfully, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her, especially when her wetness doubles at the eye contact. Her cunt pulses tightly around my digits as they thrust deep inside her, curling oh so perfectly. With one more thrust of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, her back arches as she meets her release. Her thighs trembling and clenching around my head as I let her ride out her high. There was no other way to say it, but being trapped between Sam Carpenter’s thighs was heaven. At least that’s what it felt like, but that could just be the pressure of how tightly the muscles clenched around my head.

As Sam catches her breath, her hands reach out for me to come up from between her thighs. I crawl up, laying my head down on her chest as her arm wraps around my waist. Her hand gently rubbed small circles on my side.

The sound of the front door breaks the once peaceful atmosphere. Both of our eyes widen as we hear the sound of Danny unlocking the door.

“Shit! Get dressed!” Sam whispers as we both scramble off the bed.

“No shit sherlock!” I whisper shout back, which is quickly muted by Sam throwing my shirt at my face.

We both quickly throw our clothes on, despite Sam still missing her shirt that had been discarded in the hallway. I rush to hide in the closet, not wanting to get my shit rocked by a guy built like a lumberjack. The sound of the front door opening and Danny’s boots echoing across the wooden floorboards as loud as the sound of my heart. The door finally opens.

“Hey babe, forgot my wallet.” Danny states with an absent minded chuckle, grabbing his wallet off the nightstand and rushing off, not wanting to be late for his night with his ‘boys’.

Sam’s eyebrows furrow as he leaves, despite her being half naked, he didn’t question it. When the slam of the front door closing sounds throughout the apartment, I exit the closet. I move over to the bed where Sam sat on the edge. I gently pushed her to lay back down, not seeing the smile that pricked her lips at the action. I cuddle up to her chest, letting out a soft sigh as her hand moves to run through my hair, the other softly trailing my spine.

“Your boyfriend is an idiot.” I mumble, causing a chuckle to emerge from Sam.

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winchesterwild78 · 3 months ago

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First Aid pt 6

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Nurse, mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT!

A/N: This is a request: I’ve always wondered what a Dean x nurse series would look like in SPN if you ever felt inclined to write one! This will be a short series for my dear sweet friend.

*Last Chapter, I hope you like it.*

This will use some characters from Supernatural, but it will not follow the timeline or story. I wrote it fast and edited it fast, please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

It had been about a month since the wraith attack and you moved back in with the boys. Dean was focused on rebuilding your relationship and fixing the damage he had done. You would wake up to sweet little notes, breakfast in bed, and other fun activities in bed.

Sam was wearing ear plugs most of the time at night to get some sleep. You would apologize every morning, but he would just grumble and say it was okay.

“Dean, as much as I love all the sex, maybe we should give poor Sammy a break. He looks exhausted.” Dean chuckled and agreed to try to keep it down. “I’m just trying to prove to my girl how much I love and want her.” He winked at you.

You smiled, “Dean, I know how much you love me and want me. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Sam walked into the room and told you both he found a case. “It’s a simple salt and burn if you two want to sit this one out. I can take Eileen with me.” You smirked and looked at Dean, “Why don’t we all go? I’d love to meet Eileen.” You said with a mischievous grin on your face.

Sam rolled his eyes and Dean elbowed him, “Yeah, let’s all go and meet this girl who has Sammy smitten.” “Shut up, Dean.” Sam blushed. You smiled and walked over to Sam, “Hey, we’re happy for you. If she makes you happy then I already like her.” “Well there has to be something wrong with her if she likes Sammy.” Dean chuckled.

You looked at Dean, “Leave him alone.”

A few hours later the four of you were in the car heading towards the case. Dean was driving, Sam was sitting next to him and you and Eileen were in the backseat. You and Eileen bonded quickly and since you knew sign language the two of you were able to talk without the boys hearing you.

You signed: So have you and Sammy made anything official yet?

She signed: Not yet, but we have talked about it. I really like him and I can be myself around him.

You smiled and looked at Sam and then up at Dean. You caught his eye in the mirror and he winked at you.

She signed: You two really love each other, don’t you.

You signed: Yes, we’ve had our issues, but I can see myself married to him and having his children.

She softly smiled and signed: I can see a future with Sam too.

You smiled and touched her hand and nodded.

“Okay guys, we’re here.” Dean said from the front seat. The four of you got out of the car and walked towards the hotel. Sam grabbed the keys and handed you one and he kept the other. You smirked, “So girls in one room, boys in the other?” You winked at Eileen and she laughed. Dean grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close, “Nope, you’re stuck with me sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on your lips.

Sam looked at Eileen and asked her if it was okay they shared a room, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek and nodded yes. Sam blushed.

You and Dean went into your room and Sam and Eileen into theirs. Dean dropped the bags on the floor and pulled you flush to him. “God I’ve missed you.” His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss filled with want and need. When you pulled away you could see the lust in his eyes.

His hands trailed up your body, fingertips lightly dancing on your skin causing goosebumps to erupt. Dean’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving love bites on your skin. Your head went back and moans escaped your lips.

“Dean…please.” “Please what, sweetheart?” He smirked. “Please take me, I need you.” Dean walked you back towards the bed as he pulled your shirt over your head. He removed his shirt too, leaving his toned chest exposed to the chilly air.

Your hands trailed up his torso and went around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. Dean’s hand went behind your back and expertly unhooked your bra with one hand. When your breasts sprang free from the confines of the fabric Dean let out a growl.

His lips trailing down and taking his time sucking and licking each nipple until they were hard. Dean kissed down your torso, over every inch, scar, imperfection and loving every minute of it. When he got to your jeans his eyes flickered up to yours asking for permission. You nodded and Dean unbuttoned your pants, you lifted your hips to help him remove them.

As he pulled your pants down, he took your panties with them. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes turn almost black with desire. You felt your wetness running through your folds. You looked at Dean as he spread your legs apart and positioned himself between them. He placed delicate kisses up your thighs working his way to your pussy.

Dean’s fingers slipped between your folds, pulling a moan from your lips. As he pulled his fingers back, seeing how wet they were he smirked, “Always so eager for me, damn you’re going to be the death of me.” You bucked your hips at him, “Dean, please.”

Dean slid a meaty finger inside and hooked it up. You arched your back off the bed pushing his finger deeper. Dean leaned down and licked a strip up to your clit and your hands grabbed his hair. As he licked and sucked your clit he slipped another finger inside. You moaned loudly, “Oh fuck, Dean! Right there baby, don’t stop, please.” Dean began eating your pussy like a starved man.

The sounds of ecstasy filled the room. “Dean….I’m…gonna…cum.” Dean looked up, his face glistening with your juices and smirked, “Cum for me darlin’.” Dean’s fingers moved faster as his tongue worked your engorged clit. He felt your release coming, your walls began to tighten and quiver around his fingers. You pushed his head deeper into your cunt and your release hit with a primal scream. Dean continued licking, helping you ride out your release as your walls squeezed and pulsed around his fingers.

When it became too much you were pushing him away, but he held you tightly. Determined to give you another orgasm. “Dean, I can’t…” “Yes you can, come on baby, one more for me.” His thumb rubbed circles on your engorged, sensitive clit. Before your brain could process what was happening, Dean was pulling another orgasm out of you. Your body was shaking and quivering under him. You were seeing stars and screamed out in pleasure.

Dean slowly removed his fingers, the loss of fullness made you groan. Dean stood and you saw his rock hard cock through his jeans. He pulled them off and pulled his boxers off, freeing his cock. Dean Winchester was the biggest man you’d ever been with. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, it felt just as incredible as the first time.

Dean pumped his length a few times before taking it slowly to your dripping wet entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” You nodded, still trying to recover from your multiple orgasms. As he pushed in, both of you gasped. He thrusted and bottomed out, not giving you much time to adjust to his size.

Dean loved watching your eyes roll back in your head when he would take you. He kissed your lips as he started to thrust. Your legs were still shaky, so Dean hooked his arms under your knees and held them up. Your hands traced his chest and to his shoulders.

“God you feel amazing, Y/N. Your body was made for me.” “Mmm, yes, Dean.” You loved how he filled you and stretched you. As Dean continued thrusting your breasts were bouncing up and down with each thrust. Dean let your legs go and grabbed your breasts in his hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. He moaned and leaned forward, resting at the crook of your neck. “Damn baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” “Get on your back baby, please.” You looked up at Dean.

He moved on to his back and you straddled him. Your thighs on either side of his hips. You lined yourself up and sank down with one thrust. Dean let out a groan as you started to rock your hips back and forth. His hands trailed up your body and cupped both of your breasts. Your hands went into your hair, putting your whole body on display for him. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous baby.” You smiled at Dean as you continued to bounce and grind on him. His hands left your breasts and grabbed your hips.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” “Dean, cum in me, fuck a baby into me!” Your pace increased, Dean bucked his hips into you, chasing his release. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips began to twitch. You felt his release coating your walls. As his cock stopped twitching, you saw Dean’s green eyes open and a smile on his face. You leaned down, kissed his lips softly and climbed off.

Walking into the bathroom, you cleaned yourself up and returned with a warm cloth to clean Dean. When he was clean you climbed into bed beside him and he wrapped you in his arms. “Dean, that was amazing.” You kissed his chest. Dean turned his head and kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Dean.”

Next door Sam and Eileen were getting some alone time too. You and Dean heard them and you giggled. Dean looked at you and said, “That’s my boy.” You playfully slapped his chest, “You better not embarrass him, Dean. I mean it.” Dean played coy, “What? Me, never.” He smirked.

Later that evening the four of you had finished the salt and burn, and were eating dinner at the local diner. You got up to use the bathroom and Eileen followed you. “Hey, Y/N, sorry if we got too loud earlier.” She smiled. “Oh, you’re fine. Sounds like you two had quite the reunion.” She smiled and nodded, “I think I’m in love with Sam.” You hugged her, “That’s amazing. I can tell he’s smitten with you too. It’s great he has you and you are in this life. When I met Dean I was a nurse and had no idea what this life was. I’m thankful everyday he walked into that ER.” “Yeah, Sam told me how you all met.”

When the two of you returned to the table the guys were acting a little strange. You looked at Dean and then at Sam, “What’s wrong?” They both said nothing at the same time, so you knew it wasn’t nothing. You tried to let it go. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” Sam looked at Dean and then back at you, “Well I was thinking maybe Eileen and I could spend some time together, you know, catching up.” You smirked, “Okay, Sammy, just don’t pull a muscle.” You winked at him, Eileen chuckled.

Once the bill was paid, Sam and Eileen went back to their room. You started to walk towards yours and Dean’s, but he grabbed your hand. “Come with me, sweetheart. I have something I want to show you.” You nodded and followed him to the car. He opened the door and you got in. A few minutes later he was driving down a long dirt road. “You’re not driving me out to the middle of nowhere to murder me, are you?” You playfully asked. The light from the dash and moon danced across Dean's face. You saw a playful glint in his eye and a smirk on his face, “Oh no, I’ve got something better for you. We used to hunt in this area a lot growing up. I used to bring Sammy here all the time. It’s the perfect spot to see the stars. I wanted to share it with you.” He pulled to a stop in a grassy field, grabbed a blanket from the backseat and walked around to help you out of the car.

He spread the blanket out, grabbed your hand to help you sit and he sat down beside you. Both of you laid back and you gasped when you saw all the beautiful stars. The only sounds were of crickets and frogs filling the air like a symphony. The distant sound of an owl could be heard occasionally. You looked over at Dean who was laying on his back with his arms behind his head looking up at the stars with a smile on his face. You smiled and laid down beside him.

You heard Dean taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky exhale. When you looked over you saw Dean staring at you with so much love in his eyes. He sat up and pulled you up to straddle his lap. He kissed you deeply.

When he pulled away you both smiled, “Y/N, I have wanted you from the minute I laid eyes on you. You came into my crazy life so unexpectedly. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but somehow we made it back to each other. When I look at you, I see my present, my future, and my home. I love you today, tomorrow, and forever. Until my dying breath, you are it for me.” Dean took a deep breath, tears filled both of your eyes. “Will you marry me?” You gasped softly as Dean produced a small velvet box. The tears you had been holding back spilled, “Yes, Dean! Yes I’ll marry you!” He placed the ring on your finger and pulled you into a kiss.

That was the day your life truly began.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 1 year ago

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Daddy's Favourite | John x Daughter!Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N plays the role of John’s favourite child well.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: John x Daughter!Reader (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader)

Tags: Daddy kink, innocence kink, virgin, role play, daddy/daughter incest, incest kink, oral sex (male rec), p in v, praise kink, validation

WC: ± 1.6K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

JDM & Characters Masterlist

“Daddy? I can’t sleep again.”

He sighs as he feels the covers being drawn back, and a warm body slides in alongside him, pressing up against him tightly. As his brain wakes up and comes around, he suddenly realises what’s happening, and a tiny smirk plays across his lips before he tames it and clears his throat, keeping his eyes closed.

“Why, princess?” he asks in his sleep-thick tone.

“I keep thinking about Sammy,” she whines, burying her face into his bare chest.

He hums and wraps his arm around her, stroking her back softly, feeling her in nothing but a flannel shirt, and hums softly under his breath.

“Missing your twin brother, hm?” he prompts. He can feel her nod against him, but she doesn’t reply verbally. “It’s okay, baby girl, Daddy’s here,” he reassures her, his hand stroking her back, lower and lower until he’s touching bare skin, just under the curve of her ass. He moans softly under his breath, and then inhales deeply, bringing his hand back up a little higher. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He feels her roll onto her back beside him, her one leg pushing through his two, and she whines needily under her breath.

“Make me feel better, Daddy?” she begs softly.

With his eyes remaining closed, he reaches over, his hand stroking over her stomach through her shirt, realising she’s barely done any buttons up, and it doesn’t take much work for him to be touching bare skin instead. It’s as warm and soft as always, and her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker the more he touches her, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and Y/N moans softly, arching her back up into his touch.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpers, bringing her hand to his and encouraging it towards her breast.

He groans as he gropes her, and her nipple hardens under his touch, which makes her gasp, and he feels her spread her legs wider. He gives her nipple a quick tweak, his eyes finally fluttering open to see her breasts poking out through the plaid, her nipples hard, the moonlight from the slight crack in the curtain casting a beam of light over her soft skin.

“Fuck, baby girl, look at you, so perfect,” he hums appreciatively, letting his hand wander further down her body once again, pleasantly surprised to find that she’s not wearing any panties.

Her pussy is freshly shaved and smooth, dripping with arousal, clearly turned on thinking about what her Daddy is about to do to her. The thought only makes his cock harder, and he groans in approval as he flicks a finger through her slick.

“That’s a wet little pussy, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Were you thinking about Daddy?”

“Yes,” she hesitantly admits. The confirmation only makes him harder in his boxers.

“Fuck, baby girl. Were you thinking about me touching you like this?”

“Yes,” she agrees, a little less ashamed this time.

“Do you like me taking care of you like this, princess?” he asks, smirking, teasing her clit with the lightest of touches.

“Mhm,” she whines, squirming under his touch. “Please, Daddy,” she begs. “Make me feel good.”

He laughs as he lowers his fingertips to her entrance, and teases one around the opening, dipping it inside slowly, feeling how hot and wet she is around his digit, knowing she’ll feel even better when it’s his cock instead.

“Such a sweet little pussy, baby girl. Do you let anyone else touch you like this?” he murmurs. Instantly, she shakes her head ‘no’. “Dean?” he checks, again she shakes her head, “Sam?”

“No, Daddy, only you.”

The confirmation makes it nearly impossible to hold back, and he reaches up to take her hand, guiding it inside his boxers and encouraging her to wrap her hand around his cock.

“Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to your Daddy?” Y/N whimpers pathetically, and his cock throbs in her hand. “Why don’t I show you how to use that mouth, hm?” he prompts. “We haven’t tried that yet.”

She nods eagerly, licking her lips wet and sitting up. She instantly starts tugging his boxers down as he rolls onto his back, and she eagerly takes him in her hand once again and bites her bottom lip, looking up at him through her lashes. He reaches down, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock before guiding it towards her mouth. She opens it hesitantly at first, keeping her eyes on his as she closes again around his tip, and begins to suck softly. He chokes on a moan, throwing his head back into the pillow, and this seems to encourage her to take him deeper, starting to gag softly on his length, but she doesn’t stop. Her tongue begins to swirl, and his head starts to spin, until she abruptly stops, and he looks down his body at her.

“Like that?” she checks, blinking up at him.

“Just like that, baby, you’re a natural,” he encourages, reaching up to push her hair out of her face.

This seems to encourage her to continue, once again leaning down to start sucking his cock, swirling her tongue around him, flicking the underside of his head with the tip, making him moan louder, fisting the sheets beneath him.

“C’mere, baby girl,” he encourages out of breath, beckoning her up his body with his fingers. She leaves his cock spit sodden on his stomach and crawls further up the bed, kneeling beside him. “Straddle my waist,” he commands softly, taking her hand.

He helps her get her leg the other side of him, and looks up at her, the plaid shirt hanging open from her shoulders, giving him a full view of her perfect naked body underneath, and his cock twitches at the sight, and he can hardly believe he’s lucky enough to fuck someone this gorgeous.

“Think you can take Daddy’s cock inside you, sweetheart?” he prompts, wrapping his fingers around the base and teasing her weeping hole with the tip of his cock, moaning at the warmth of it, just thinking about how good it’s going to feel.

“Will it hurt?” she asks, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters under his breath, trying his hardest to stave off his climax already. She knows just the right things to get him right to the edge.

“Only a little,” he admits, “Daddy’s got you, baby, will make you feel really good, I promise,” he hums.

“Like when you touch me with your fingers?” she blinks.

“Fuck,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, like that baby, but better,” he nods.

“Okay, Daddy.”

He presses his cock at her entrance, then places his hands on her hips, guiding her down slowly onto his length. His eyes roll at the feeling of her cunt sucking him in, squeezing him so beautifully.

“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good, look at you,” he hums, rubbing his hand over her stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock at the base. “Such a good girl f’me,” he purrs. She moans at the praise, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands resting gently on his chest. “Good girl,” he repeats, watching the pleasure wash over her face.

He slowly begins to lift and drop his ass, fucking up into her slowly, watching her start to moan and writhe above him, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. She throws her head back, and he sits up to kiss at her breasts and her neck, and then his lips capture hers and she whines needily into his mouth, her fingers tangling into his hair.

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good,” she pants, rolling her hips down, and he groans loudly, hardly able to keep this ruse up for much longer.

“C’mon baby girl, cum on Daddy’s cock, c’mon,” he encourages, watching her grow more and more desperate as she chases her high. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

“Oh fuck, Jeff,” she gasps loudly, breaking character, tugging his hair harder as he feels her come undone on his cock, that same perfect feeling he always has whenever she cums for him.

“Good girl,” he hums, and she slowly drops her head, kissing him sloppily, completely out of breath.

Jeff chuckles at her sated disposition and wraps his arms around her. “You done, baby girl?” he asks.

“No,” she insists, shaking her head, starting to lift and drop her hips again, but Jeff can tell she’s getting a little tired now, so he holds her close and rolls them over, laying her down. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she begs, out of breath.

“Oh, we’re still doing that, are we?” he smirks, “because you’re acting too slutty to pass as a virgin now,” he adds, making her laugh breathlessly.

“No, I’m still your good girl, Daddy,” she tells him, batting her eyelashes, back in her role like she never left it.

Jeff hums, feeling his cock throb inside her, he does love that game they play.

“Well in that case, you don’t mind if Daddy cums in your pretty little pussy, do you, sweetheart?” he asks, making her moan, arching her back off of the bed.

“No Daddy, wanna be your good girl,” she insists.

“Oh you are, princess. Daddy’s favourite.”

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pattypanini · 6 months ago

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Danny Wagner x Reader

Last Encore

^my photo btw 🤭^

Summary: A special someone catches a glimpse of your sign at his concert. Little did you know how the night would end.

Word Count: 6.7k

Taglist for Oneshots

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's second Danny oneshot. After seeing Danny in concert I've been losing my shit. It's hard to see in the photo but the man made eye contact with me not only here BUT LIKE TWO OTHER TIMES. I have not recovered and yes I'm making a oneshot because I'm delusional! Enjoy our second Danny oneshot, Last Encore.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise, LOTSSSS of dirty talk, slight submissive/dom, flirting, choking, slapping, spitting, let me know if i missed any!

Y/N’s POV

You finally got barricade. After so many years of attempts, you always happened to end up a couple rows back in the pit, but not this time.

You are right in the middle, front row, able to get a perfect view of your beloved Danny. He was your favorite. You first started listening to the band in 2020 when you had seen an edit of Sammy. You looked up their band, listened to their music, and discovered their sexy drummer, Danny.

All of them were attractive, of course, but something about Danny drew you in more than you thought possible. Maybe it was the curls, or the prominent nose, or his sculpted body. Maybe it was all of those things, but his talent is what stuck out to you the most.

After buying the tickets you had planned what you were going to wear and a sign you could bring that would get Danny’s attention.

You knew that Danny would be sporting his silver chain top and black pants so you wanted to match. You chose a silver sparkly tube top that pulled you together in all the right places, paired with a black leather mini skirt and matching leather boots.

You had also been thinking about what your sign would say for months. You made the words nice and clear so he would be able to see it from all the way where he was on stage.

Greta Van Fleet Pit ☑️

Barricade ☑️

Bang the hot drummer? ⬜

You knew it would get attention and that nothing would come from it but you have to shoot your shot.

So there you stand, dead center as they are in the middle of playing Highway Tune. You’re holding your sign out in front of you in hopes that Danny would see it, singing along and dancing to the music. You’re smiling like an absolute idiot, just taking in the beauty of all of them and the amazing music they are producing.

Your eyes flick over to Danny, which has happened a lot since the start of the show. He makes eye contact with you very briefly, quickly looking away to focus on his playing. You feel the nerves bubble up in your stomach. He looked at you.

Fuck. That’s all you needed tonight to be satisfied. A few songs go by and they make it back up to the main stage after the acoustic set, you’re still holding your sign out hoping he’ll read it. He sits back down at his drums as Fate of the Faithful begins to float through the arena. Your eyes scan all the men and your eyes land on Danny yet again.

You’re focused in on where his gaze is landing as he scans the barricade. His eyes land on you and the way his eyes are moving you can tell he is reading your sign. A huge smile spreads across your face. He looks away and shakes his head playfully, smiling to himself. The show continues on, you watch Danny catch a glimpse of you every now and then.

You mentally thank yourself for wearing such a low cut shirt. No doubt if you ever had the chance to check off that third box you’d take it in a heartbeat. As the show goes on, your staring contest with Danny was becoming more prevalent to you that it wasn’t a mistake. A fan with a ‘shot for a drumstick?’ sign finally got Danny’s attention and the light in that girl's eyes when he started walking towards her made you so happy. He walked past you, went to the girl and took their shot together.

When you think he is going to continue up the row of people to get back to the stage he turns around and walks back in your direction. Instinctively you shoot your hand out much like all the other people. You nearly crumble into tiny little pieces when his hand collides with yours. His touch lingers a little longer than it should have and he shoots you a flirty wink.

You clutch onto the bar in front of you to stop your legs from giving out. All this just when you thought it couldn't get any better.

The show wraps up, they all bow and walk off stage. You can’t control the happiness you were feeling. You stand there in utter disbelief with the amount of attention you got from Danny tonight. You decide you should probably head out considering you had to get up for work the next morning and lived a couple hours away from the arena.

As you begin to exit the pit a security guard taps you on the shoulder. “Maam I’m going to need you to follow me.” As the large man starts walking towards the back of the stage a million thoughts go through your brain.

Were you going to get in trouble about the sign? Or did you do something wrong?

You were so worried that you thought you should ask the guard what you had done.

“Excuse me, but if you don’t mind me asking what did I do? Am I in some sort of trouble?” You say trying to keep yourself on your feet from falling.

“You were requested by one of the members to come backstage.”

You keep your mouth shut, nervousness beginning to take over your body. You can feel your hands start to anxiously shake, shaking the poster along with them. He leads you over to a dressing room, and leaves you standing alone in front of the door. You swiftly knock on the door and try to stuff the nerves away. Before he opens it you make sure you look okay and scoop your tits up a little more than you’d like to admit. You fluff your hair out to give it a little more volume when you hear the doorknob start to rattle.

When the door is open you are met with 6 feet of pure sexiness. Without saying a word his eyes lead you into his dressing room. You take a step in and he grabs a towel off his vanity and drags it through his sweaty hair.

“You don’t just have to stand there gorgeous, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable” Oh my god his voice was like velvet. He was talking to you. YOU. No one else. You accepted the seat in order to not pass out on the floor. You sit there in total silence, unable to form any words.

“For such a vulgar sign, you're not saying as much as I thought.” He continues running the towel through his hair, before draping over the back of his chair.

“I just don’t know what else to say, I mean I really don’t understand how this is happening right now. Why did you ask for me? If you were offended by the sign I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to…” You fiddle with the rings that adorned your fingers.

“Calm down. I didn’t bring you back because of the sign, well it was but not because it offended me. You’re a gorgeous girl and I wanted to talk to you.” He takes a seat beside you on the couch, his knee grazing yours. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He looks at you awaiting an answer.

“Y/n.” You say, in your small, shaky voice.

“Pretty name for such a pretty girl, but she’s just so shy.” He reaches a hand to your face and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Tell me more about yourself so I can hear that beautiful voice of yours. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Philly. But I have family out here so I came up to see them and go to the concert, which was amazing by the way.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed the show, this was the best one so far on this leg of the tour.” He gives you a warm smile and you just simply smile back at him. A couple moments of silence pass before Danny speaks again. “Y/n, what do I have to do to help you loosen up? Let your guard down for me babydoll.” He runs his finger lightly over your cheek. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “I’ll make sure you are calm and ready for later, you want a few drinks?”

A shiver travels down your spine as you gulp, “Um what do you mean later?”

“Oh gorgeous, you can’t just be as sexy as you are with a sign like that and not expect me to see it. Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I mean. Unless that sign was a joke, was it a joke darling?”

“Um… no.” Your gaze travels down to your hands resting in your lap, shaking your head. “It was not a joke.”

“Look me in the eyes when you talk to me.” He grabs a hold of your face and turns your head to look at him right in his beautiful brown eyes. “Say it again.”

“I-I wasn't joking.”

“And what weren’t you joking about?” He looks at you expectantly, and you are loving this little game he is playing with you.

“My sign..” You whisper.

“Your sign that says what?” He just wants to hear the filthy words come out of your innocent mouth.

“Wanting to bang the hot drummer.”

“And who’s that hot drummer baby? Look me in the eye when you tell me.”

“You, Danny. You’re the fucking hot drummer.” You look him dead in the eye and just know he wants his ego stroked just like he wants his cock.

“Yeahhh, it sounds so good to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” You see his eyes travel down your face and to your lips. “Bet you want to say so much filthy stuff but you’re too scared to, yeah?”

“Danny…” Sure you’ve pictured him saying all these types of things to you, but when he’s right in front of you… actually saying them. You squeeze your thighs together to help relieve yourself even if in the tiniest way possible.

“What darling, tell me what you think about. All your dirty little thoughts. You have me right here in front of you, I won’t judge, just make them come to life.”

“You really want to know?” You tease him back with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Fuck, yeah I want to know.” Danny lets go of his grip on your jaw, and you give him a mischievous smile. You figure there is no point in hiding anymore, you want to give him what you know he wants.

You lean your head down to whisper softly in his ear, “I want you to fuck me like the little slut I am for you.”

“For me?” His jaw hangs slack as he pretends to be scandalized, a hand dramatically clutched over his chest. “Wanna make that happen darling?” He whispers to you.

No way this is happening, it must be a joke. Your eyes widen at his words, waiting for him to tell you he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but he never did. His eyes only grew darker, filled with lust and a need for something. And that something was you.

“If you’re just trying to fuck with me I’ll leave now.” You start to make your way off the couch, when you feel his hand pull you by your arm back down.

“Why would I be trying to mess with you dear, you see anyone else back here?” He asks sincerely, rubbing your hand softly.

“Then why me, there were 15,000 other girls out there. You're telling me you chose me for a reason and not just to bring me back here, get me flustered and tell me to leave.”

“I mean normally if I bring a girl back it’s a chat maybe a blow job and they leave. But come on darling you're gorgeous, and a gorgeous girl with a sign like that is just begging to be brought back here. If I’m wrong you can leave, but I think after what you told me you’d rather be back here.”

Your breathing starts to calm down. You still don’t understand how and why you're back here.

“You want me to be honest y/n.” You look up to him, not knowing what he could possibly say. “I’ve seen you before. At the philly show a few months ago, and a concert from last year. I’ve seen you many times and was too scared to bring you back. But after tonight seeing your sign it made something go off in my head and I needed to talk to you.”

There’s no way he’s confessing this to you. This is something straight out of a dream you’ve probably had before. You’re trying to wrap your head around it but you can’t. “Danny I don’t get it though.”

“What is there not to get. You're a perfect girl who loves my band. Why wouldn’t I notice you? I would be fucking insane if I didn’t take the opportunity that was presented to me. I know you want it too, darling.”

“So what’s gonna happen now?” You stupidly ask him, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“I’m gonna take you back to my hotel room and fuck the shit out of you.”

“I- okay um do you want me to wait for you to be done and leave with you or..”

“Darling, as much as I’d like for that to happen, if anyone sees me leaving with some random girl from the concert tonight it would be everywhere. What you're gonna do is wait outside and in 10 minutes a car will pick you up. They’ll bring you to my hotel room and give you a room card. Can you do that for me babydoll?”

You nod your head frantically and Danny reciprocates that with a mischievous smirk. He knows the effect he has on you, but you don’t care. You’re about to fuck Daniel Wagner, nothing could stop you now. You stand up grabbing your poster and bag and make your way to the door. Right as you go to grab the door you're twirled around to face him.

“I’ll see you soon y/n.” Placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“See you Danny.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You turn back towards the door and open it to walk through.

Excitement and thrill was pulsing through your veins as you walked outside the arena, and waited for the car just as Danny had said.

After about 13 minutes, not that you were counting, a black SUV pulls up right in front of you. You weren’t one to get into random cars, but with the circumstances at play you were going to do anything.

“Y/n?” The driver asks through the open window.

“That is me!” You smile at him, waiting for him to grant you permission to hop inside.

“Hop on in, I’ve got the room key for you.” He holds it up in front of him.

You grasp onto the car handle of the passenger's seat, opening it and sliding in. You try your absolute best to wait the 7 minutes it takes to get to the hotel.

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Once you arrive, you thank the mystery driver and make your way up the elevator. You assume that he is there waiting for you already. You swipe the card on the door and twist the handle, walking inside.

It's a nice hotel. A very nice hotel, might you add. Definitely not what you were used to that's for sure. As you step across the marble flooring you spot a little note on top of the wooden dresser.

Hey darling,

I am back. I just needed to run to Sam’s room to grab something. Hop in the shower awhile, I’ll be there to join you in a minute.

Nothing sounds more appealing than a shower right now. You stare at the note, deciding you should obey him.

You drop your purse and sign on the table and make your way to the bathroom. When walking in you take a moment to admire the large shower with a rain shower faucet. You slip off your shoes and concert outfit and turn on the shower. The hot water rains down onto you and you lean your head back, letting the water soak you and your hair. You use some of the hotel shampoo and wash your hair liberally after the hot atmosphere you were in.

You take a look around for body wash and can only find a bottle that was not provided by the hotel. A large bottle of body wash scented in musky vanilla. It must be Danny’s. You had no other choice but to use it since there was nothing else available. In the midst of your washing you hear the hotel door open and shut quickly.

After a few moments, you hear the bathroom door creak open.

You can’t see him yet, but you can hear his voice. “Hi beautiful.” When the glass door opens you see that he is only in his blue gingham boxers. You must have stared for a moment too long because your attention is brought back to reality when he starts to pull them down to the floor.

He steps inside of the shower, completely bare. You don’t realize your jaw is hanging open in awe until Danny says, “Pick that jaw up darling, there's so much more you have yet to see.”

He stops in his tracks right in front of you staring up and down your body, taking you all in. He gives you a questioning look, silently asking if he was allowed to touch.

“God, Danny. Please, just fucking touch me already.” You practically beg, and maybe you sound desperate but you didn’t have a single fuck to give.

“So hungry for me baby, just you wait till after.” He grabs the bottle of body wash and squeezes some onto a new wash cloth. “Can I wash you darling?” He asks, leaning down towards you to kiss your neck. “Even though I can tell you already did, I don’t mind. You smell delicious, it makes me wanna take you right here.”

“Then do it, take me right here.”

“So goddamn desperate baby. Wait a little, we will get there, I promise.” Danny drags the washcloth over your collar bones and arms. He turns you to face the shower wall. You hear the wash cloth be thrown out the door and two hands are replaced on your body. His hands drag over your hips and around to the front of your stomach. The anticipation was killing you. His large hands are brought up to your chest as he cups your tits giving them a light squeeze. He pulls you back and presses you against his stomach.

“Fuck Danny.” You feel his dick press against your ass as he grows harder.

“I know darling, tell me about it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He whispers into your ear, squeezing your tits harder making you wince.

“I’m thinking about how bad I want you to fucking touch me!” You snap at him.

“Little Miss shy girl isn’t so shy now, is she? She's getting very mouthy with me.” His voice is low and pierces right through you and your core.

“Danny…” you whine out, aching for more.

“I am touching you babydoll. No need to whine like a pathetic little baby.” He chastises you, still with a firm grip on your chest.

“You know exactly what I want Daniel, and you’re not fucking giving it to me. Just give it to me, God.” You push your ass back onto him harder, forcing a groan out of him.

You take his moment of weakness to turn around and plant a feverish kiss to his soft, pink lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in so your fronts are pressed together. His hands rest on your hips, slowly slithering them around to rest them on your ass.

He pulls away from the kiss making his way to turn the water off, very quickly. He guides your hips as you step out of the shower together. You reach for a towel when suddenly you’re scooped up draping over his shoulder. He walks out of the bathroom over to the king sized bed.

He throws down onto the bed, as you're still dripping wet.

“Danny, I’m still we-”

“I thought you wanted me to touch you so bad?”

“I do…” You say as your confidence is faltering.

“And I’m about to grant you your wish darling, just relax for me yeah?” Immediately after he is done speaking his fingers are gliding through your slick folds, teasing around your entrance.

You let out a gasp when you feel him make contact with your cunt. He moves his fingers up to your clit making quick, tight circles on it.

“Is this what you do to all the girls you bring back Danny? Tell them to get in the shower, sprawl them out on the bed and fuck them, then tell them to leave. You made me feel special Danny, or am I just like every other groupie?” You say in a testing tone, staring up to him.

“Oh babydoll, you’re just like them. Same driver, same card left out, same routine. But you yourself you're special. You drove me crazy seeing you in the crowd. Show me why you should be treated differently y/n. What makes you so special?” Swiftly inserting a digit into your soaked pussy.

“You say that to make me feel like I’m the same, but I know damn well if I was just some other girl you wouldn’t have made it as secretive. Because those girls are disposable to you, you fuck them and go not caring who knows about the girls. So why am I being kept a secret? What makes me so different Danny, tell me.” You reach down to his stomach, feeling his happy trail on the way down. You firmly grasp his cock and slowly stroke it.

“Fuck.” His head falls forward and his free hand that wasn’t inside of you, reaches out to roll your nipple between his knuckles.

“You like that?” You taunt him, trying you best to gain your dominance back.

“I do. But you know what would be so much better?”

You peel your eyes open awaiting his response.

“Have my cock in that smart ass mouth of yours. Finally put it to use other than just being mouthy.” With that Danny grabs your hair and motions you to the ground. “So show me y/n, show me what makes you as special as you think you are.”

You immediately accept his challenge, guiding his dick into your mouth. You wrap your plump, kiss-swollen lips around his length and begin to bob your head up and down. You stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand, your other hand reaching around to grab at his ass pulling him closer to you. You hear an animalistic groan release from the depths of his throat.

You release his length from your mouth and let it slap against his stomach. You cup his balls with your hands and slowly lick them and trail back up the shaft, pressing a kiss into the tip. You go directly back to sucking him, taking as much of him as you can, and you can feel his body start to shake above.

“Darling, slow down. I- I won’t last if you keep going like that. Fuck.” His hands grasp onto your wet hair, throwing his own head back in pleasure.

You take him out of your mouth and pump him with your hands. “Is this how you react to all the other girls, can you not last long with anyone Danny? You just fuck them until you’ve had your fill and leave them hanging?”

“No, not at all angel. I always make sure my girls are satisfied. But you are getting so much more than that, you know why?” He looks down to you with his perfect brown eyes.

“Why?” Kissing his dick while waiting for a response.

“Because you're different. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t want to. Usually I take the girls that throw themselves at me. I noticed you, I wanted you. Now I finally have you, so I’m going to show you why I brought you here tonight.”

He pulls you up by your hair again, placing his large hand between the valley of your breasts, pushing you back down onto the bed. He leans back, taking a look at your soaking core. “So wet baby, I barely did anything. You like me telling you you’re special?” He swiftly slaps your wet pussy, on instinct your body tenses up and you bring your legs back together. “Yeah, my special babydoll likes that, don't you? You like being praised. Spread those perfect thighs for me again.” He gently pries open your thighs, once again revealing your wet cunt to the chilly hotel air.

He reaches to the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a familiar square foil.

“Danny you don’t need to use it, I’m on birth control. If I’m fucking you I wanna feel all of you.” He grins and throws the foil back into the drawer.

“What a slutty girl. You want me filling you up with my cum? Or are you lying and not on the pill, you trying to have my babies, darling? You probably love the idea of that don’t you?”

“I’m not a crazy chick Danny, although having your babies has crossed my mind before.” You give him a playful wink before pulling him into a kiss. Your moment of bliss was soon interrupted by his cock being shoved deep into your pussy.

“Oh fuck Danny. You’re so fucking big.” Your back aches away from the white sheets beneath you and hands clawing onto his back.

“God you’re so wet for me baby. Did sucking me off get you soaked? You did such a good job, almost made me cum before you started to smart mouth me.” His right hand grabs your jaw and opens your mouth. Having any time to react he spits straight into your mouth, closing it right after and sealing it with a kiss. “Now keep that mouth shout, unless it’s those pretty little moans coming out.”

His hands return to the sides of your head as he begins to slowly work up the pace of his thrusts. He was hitting all the spots perfectly. He was made for you.

“Danny oh my god, don’t stop please. You feel so good.” You moan out before biting onto his shoulder.

“Oh fuck y/n. You’re gonna be the end of me. You feel so fucking good around my cock darling.” His thrust became hard and more precise. He is quickly learning what little spots on your body make you lose it. He grabs onto your tits for leverage as his cock pistons in and out of you. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked, babydoll.”

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen darling. I saw you in that little slutty top of yours tonight. You were probably hoping I would see them pouring out, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Danny.” You try your best to keep your voice steady. But you knew exactly what he was talking about. You kept checking throughout the show making sure your tits were scooped up enough, hoping he would see.

He saw right through your lie. A sudden slap was struck across your cheek. “Tell me the truth y/n.”

“Why were you even looking? For all you knew I could have been 17 or something.” He looks at you with a knowing look. “Or did you know how old I was Danny?” He looks away with a guilty look on his face. “Did you find my insta?”

“Why would I look at your insta, I didn’t even know your name.”

“That’s what you say. You wanna start telling the truth Danny? You made it very clear earlier that you had seen me before. So start spilling.”

“No thanks, but I’ll spill my cum into your pretty pussy y/n if you shut up and let me fuck you.” He begins to sink back into you but you quickly stop him needing to know the truth.

“No, tell me now. I want to know Danny.”

After a moment of staring each other down waiting for the other to speak Danny breaks the silence. “Yeah I found your insta so what. Doesn’t change the fact that you had your tits out for me tonight does it?” “It doesn’t. I’m sure you didn’t mind though, did you?” You let your fingers travel into his hair, feeling all his wet curls.

“I didn’t mind one bit. But I wanna see them better, babydoll.” He quickly wraps a hand around your back and flips you on top of him, now straddling his cock. “Get to riding baby, unless you don’t wanna get filled up.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You sink down onto his dick, starting to slowly move up and down on his length. Your tits start to bounce right in his face, before he leans forward and connects his mouth to your hardened nipple. He lays back down and grabs your hips, and begins to bounce you harder and fast down onto his cock.

Being filled was an understatement. You felt like he was overflowing your cunt. You always assumed he would be big but this was something else. The noises escaping your mouth was something you wouldn’t wish anyone to ever hear, but based on Danny’s facials he was loving every minute of it.

“God damn y/n, you sound so fucking pretty for me.” His hands grip tightly on your hips, beginning to thrust his own hips up to meet yours. “You want it harder babydoll, I think you can take it.”

“Yes harder Danny please I need more.” You whine to him, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re such a whore begging for my cock. You do that for all the other guys you're with or is mine just too much to handle?”

“Just-” He gives a particular powerful thrust knocking the air from your lungs, “-you. Just you, Danny. So big…” Your head falls back in pure ecstasy.

“Aw I know baby, tell me about it.” He says in a whiny voice that makes you feel some sort of way. “Your taking my cock so well, such a good fucking girl.” As the hard thrust continues your hands make their way from his shoulders to his throat.

His eyes widen at your movements and quickly shut after your fingers tighten around his neck.

“Fuck y/n. Such a kinky girl. If I would have known you would be tied down to this bed right now.” His eyes are so dark now they almost look black.

“Not too late for that Danny.” You say squeezing his throat with your hand a little tighter while simultaneously clenching around his cock.

“Mmmm, tighter.” He whines out. You have no choice but to give him what he wants as you tighten your grip even more. You really take a moment to take in the situation at hand and soon enough…

“Danny, I’m so close.” You speed up your movements on his dick, searching for your release.

“Me too, darling, me too. Just keep going so I can fill you up with my cum. I wanna see it leaking out of you.”

That was enough to push you over the edge. With a few more bounces you were reaching your climax, screaming Danny’s name for the whole hotel to hear. A few short moments later, his climax follows. Curses and pornographic moans are flying freely, if anyone walks by the door they would know exactly what was taking place.

He leans you back onto the bed, once again hovering on top of you. His hands trail down your body, all the way to your pussy. Two fingers quickly shove into you with no warning.

“I told you I was gonna fill you up, but it looks like this tiny little pussy of yours can’t handle it all. I’ll help it back in for you, does that sound good?” He curls his index finger up into your g-spot, giving him the response he wanted.

With a few more pumps he retracts his fingers from your soaked pussy and brings it up to your mouth. “Open.” Opening your mouth for him he pushes his finger deep into your throat. You close your mouth around the finger, letting him pull it out with a pop

“You taste so good Danny, makes me want more.” You reach your own hand down to your core, swiping a digit in between your folds, and licking up whatever cum you collected.

“Fucking hell y/n. You’ve gotta be the hottest girl I've ever met.” You’re both still trying to catch your breath, your chests both heaving.

Danny rolls over and collapses by your side, he turns his head to look over at you. “ I have a fun little idea, if you’re down of course.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at him, interest piqued. “What did you have in mind?”

“There's a sauna downstairs, I’d love for you to join me.” He gives you a soft smile.

“Are you just trying to be nice or do you actually want me to join you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I was just trying to be nice. I would have just sent you home with an uber.” He reaches an arm around your waist pulling you into him. “Plus I really have liked our night so far darling. I don’t want it to end just yet.”

“Well in that case, I’d love to join you.” You smile back at him.

He takes a moment, studying your features. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, even have the most gorgeous smile. I could see it from all the way where I was sitting on stage.” He sits up off the bed and lends you a hand to get up.

“I don’t know what to wear though, I don’t have a bathing suit.” You accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up.

“Just put your bra and panties back on and walk down in a towel.” He reaches into the bathroom and puts a towel on the bed. You put on your strapless bra back on and slip into your thong. You watch as he covers his lower half with the fluffy, white towel.

You reach for yours on the bed wrapping it tightly around your torso. You both quietly walk together to the sauna.

Once you arrive, you walk into the humid and steam-filled room. Thankfully the sauna was empty, you didn’t want anyone seeing you in just your tiny thong.

You sit down on the wooden benches, Danny sitting right beside you. You let your muscles relax and let your eyes close on their own accord. As you lean against the wall behind you, you feel a large hand grab onto your thigh.

“You look so fucking sexy. You should take another layer off darling, the door is locked.” Danny reaches a hand behind you, swiftly unclasping your bra off your chest. You can’t help but let your jaw drop with how fast he was able to undress you. “Better pick that jaw off the floor darling, or else I’m gonna have to use it for something else.”

Your legs squeeze together hoping to get some type of friction. Your core was already soaking your panties that you only had on momentarily. Danny stares you down, waiting to see what your next move would be, but you couldn’t be the one to break.

“Fuck it.” Danny grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the wooden bench. He doesn’t even bother to pull your panties off of you. Instead he pulls them to the side giving him a view of your already wet pussy. He drops his towel and leaves no time to line himself up with your cunt. He slides into you, making you moan in satisfaction.

“Shit Danny, that's right, fill me up. You’re so big.” A devious smirk washes over his face, before grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to get even deeper than you thought possible. You feel his tip brush against your cervix.

“Oh, God. Right.”He thrusts into you. “Fucking.” Another thrust. “There.” You were quickly crumpling beneath him.

“Who’s making you feel good baby, tell me.”

“You.” You whimper under your breath.

“Say my name fuckdoll, who’s making you feel good?” He slaps his hand on your outer thigh.

“Fuck Danny you, you make me feel so fucking good. You fill me up so good oh fuck-” Your words were feeding him, and his pace was becoming sloppy. You knew he was nearing his end. “Yeah, cum in me Danny, fill me up with your cum. Need to feel it again” Your pussy clenches around him, making his hands clutch around your ankles harder.

After a few more thrusts, loud sinful moans fill the hot room. Your waves of pleasure shortly followed Danny after he unloaded in your pussy.

Once you come back down from your highs, you just simply look at each other without even saying a word, both rendered speechless.

“God y/n. How am I gonna move on from this night?” He says through heavy breaths, taking your ankles off his shoulders.

“How are you going to move on? I’m the one that should be asking that.”

“Like I said before, I’ve had my eyes on you y/n.” Danny grabs your towel and bra, placing them back around you. “Let’s go back up to the room.” He lends you a hand off the bench and leads you quickly back to the room in hopes no one would see your barely clothed bodies.

After returning to the room you begin to grab your outfit from the concert and cloth yourself, preparing to get an uber and leave.

“Why would you wear that to bed?” He says to you as he begins putting on sweatpants.

“Well I’ll change when I get home.” Danny gives you a confused look, which makes you realize what he is implying. “Oh- did you want me to stay? I assumed you just brought me back up to get my shit and leave. I was gonna get an uber.”

“I’d like for you to stay y/n. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be.” He says beginning to walk over to you.

“I mean I was supposed to be home tomorrow but home can wait.” You place your bag back onto the table and stand in front of him.

“And don’t think you’re going to be leaving without me getting your number first.” He scolds you with a pointed finger and raises his eyebrows. “Come join me in bed now, babydoll. I’ll get you something to wear, but first…” Danny walks over to his bag, grabbing a sharpie and uncapping it.

He brings the sharpie to your poster, checking off the last unmarked box. “Now all of your list is complete.” He walks over to one of the drawers and reaches out a GVF shirt and boxers. “You can wear these if you want, and keep them.” Danny crawls into bed, and you quickly follow him after changing into the large shirt and boxers.

You crawl into bed, not understanding how this was all real.

“Hey Danny.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for tonight, I would argue it was better than the concert.”

“I would say that too babydoll.” He wraps his large arms around you pulling you in tight. “Good night, angel.”

“Good night, Danny.”

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kokabeeeel · 3 months ago

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it’s the middle of summer and john has left them.

sam doesn’t usually have any issue with this; getting to spend time with dean, where it’s just the two of them, is like heaven on earth.

the only reason sam’s got an issue with it now is that: it’s the middle of summer, they’re in poughkeepsie, there’s a heatwave, and dean’s got his shirt off.

the a/c was broken and although dean had poked and prodded at it, under the impression that he could fix anything – “have a little faith in me, sammy. if i can fix the a/c in the car, i can fix this piece of shit thing.” – it only seemed to do more harm than good.

sam couldn’t even deny that dean looked delicious; the brittleness of his thumbnail – chewing on it to keep himself from moaning out like a bitch in heat – only solidified that fact.

sweat covered muscles and a missing shirt? it was like something out of one of sam’s filthy late night fantasies; hand wedged down his boxers whilst the other is pressed tightly over his mouth, trying his hardest not to let any moans slip.

but sam is fifteen, he doesn’t have much control over what happens down there – gusts of wind have him biting into his lip as to not whimper – but even if he did, watching dean laze around on his motel bed, coated in sweat that his hair is stick to his forehead, makes him feel wet.

he watches dean sit up and stretch, and with the way dean glances at him; ranking his eyes over his body, sam thinks he might not have been biting on his nail hard enough.

“sammy?” dean’s wearing his signature smirk and his eyes seem to be stuck on sam’s dick. “what’s got you worked up, baby boy?”

sam doesn’t even try to keep that one at bay. it’s loud and whiny and sam can’t help but think he sounds just like those sluts dean brings by from time to time. “de, please.”

dean coo’s at him, “oh, my poor baby.�� but there is no sincerity, no empathy, dean just stares at him like he’s a starved man and a nice, juicy steak as been placed right in front of him.

sam’s prey but he can’t think of anywhere else he’d want to be.

he’s rocking his hips into the air, wanting desperately to grip at himself but refrains; it would satisfy him, but it wouldn’t sedate him. he wants friction, but he wants it in the form of his big brother. “please, de, please i need it. i need it so badly, please give it to me, please.”

he begs, and pleads, and cries, and humps the air like the pathetic whore he is.

but it seems to make dean cave as he finally gets up from the bed, and touches sam where he needs it most. “poor, pathetic baby, needs his big brother to help him. isn’t that right, sammy? you need your big brother so bad it hurts.”

sam nods, because dean’s right: everything aches.

he desperately wants to come, coat his brothers hand white, but forces himself not to – he wants this moment to last forever incase it doesn’t happen again.

he feels dean take him out of his boxers, allowing the band to snap against his balls. “look so pretty for me, sammy. look at you, so wet and it’s all for me.”

sam wants to scream: ‘yes, de! just for you, no one else, only you!’, but he’s moaning so much that he can’t make any words.

so he nods, and cries, and presses a trembling hand against the one dean has on his dick.

“need to cum, baby?”

“please! oh, de, please i need to. let me cum, please, de, please let me cum. can i cum? please, can i?”

sam’s begging but he doesn’t care, and neither does dean.

“begging for me so sweetly? of course you can cum, baby boy.” he feels dean’s teeth at his throat. “cum for me, sammy.”

and he does: tears in his eyes, nails embedded in his brothers skin, he cums.

looking at his brother, he watches dean lick the cum from his fingers with direct eye contact.

sam supposes it’s a good thing he’s fifteen when his brother asks: “ready for round two?”

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headcaasefiction · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024

Day 2: Pet Play

(Dean Winchester/AFAB!Reader)

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 2,478

Summary: Y/N has been extremely lonely while Dean has been away on a hunt. He tasks her with coming up with a surprise for him upon his return.

Warnings: Kitten!Play, Pet Play, Blowjobs, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Sex Toys.

It has been two long weeks since Sam and Dean have been gone on a hunt, leaving you sad and lonely, and especially missing Dean more than you thought possible.

Every night since he’s been gone you lay in the bed the two of you share, draped in one of the oversized T-shirts that smell like him, vibrator pressed to your clit as you cum and cry out his name. But every time you come down from the high, it makes your heart ache. Orgasms don’t feel the same unless you’re wrapped up in his arms afterward.

“When will you be coming home? I miss you so much, I hate being alone here…”

“I know baby, I know, I miss you too. Just a few more days, we’re driving back from Vermont in the morning. Try to keep yourself busy…how about you come up with a surprise for me when I get home, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.”

That makes your breath stop short and your heart quicken; heat flushing your face, settling in your stomach and pulsing down between your thighs.

A surprise…as many times as I want…

“Yes, Sir~”

“That’s my girl.”

The next few days roll by in a flash since Dean gave you a task for his return. It kept the loneliness at bay, and forced you to try and think outside of the kink routine that you and him normally indulge in. He said he wanted a surprise and you were determined to actually give him one. So you go to a specialty sex shop, overnight a few items from Amazon, and set up everything you could possibly need in the room you and Dean share.

You’re vibrating with excitement when you get a call from him letting you know they are only two hours away. Perfect timing to shower, groom, and make yourself up to be the most irresistible surprise that he has ever seen. You tell him you love him, and sink into a warm, silky bath smelling of lavender and jasmine.

“Y/N! We’re back, babe!” Dean shouts as he and Sam jog down the stairs from the front door, Dean making a beeline for the bedroom quarters.

“Someone’s in a hurry, shocking not to see you go directly for the kitchen,” Sam snorts, setting his bag down on the dining room table.

Dean spins around, still walking backward as he addresses his brother, “Yeah, well I’m the one who has a beautiful woman waiting for me in my room, Sammy. Jealous yet?”

Sam rolls his eyes while crossing his arms, just a little bit defensive, “Whatever man, just keep the noise to a minimum, I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

With a victorious smirk Dean twists back around, making long strides down the many corridors and hallways, until he is finally in front of the bedroom door. His heart is thumping hard against his chest, and he almost just barges right in because he is aching that badly to see you. Instead he hesitates for a moment, and then gently knocks.

“Sweetheart, I’m home. Can I come in?”

He pauses for a moment, hoping to immediately hear your reply…but is met with silence. He knocks one more time, and when he still doesn’t hear your voice, cracks open the door and walks in.

“Y/N? Babe, where are you? I was just - …” The sight before him makes him stop dead in his tracks, and steals the words right out of his mouth. Wordlessly he drops his duffle bag at his feet, and slowly approaches the bed.

There you are, curled up sleeping in a nest of pillows and soft, fluffy blankets, an absolute vision. You’re wearing a set of kitty ears, tail, and paw-pad mittens, a collar with a large bell, a matching bralette and thong set, and stockings that go up to your thighs.

Dean swallows hard, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip as he rubs over his jaw and five o’clock shadow. He’s trying hard to control himself, his dick beginning to strain against the fly of his jeans as he gazes at you, peacefully curled around a satin body pillow, plush ass and smooth skin on full display.

On the edge of the bed is an envelope with the lettering “Please read me” written on the back. He picks it up and softly tears it open, being careful to be quiet and not wake you. Inside the envelope is a letter that reads as follows:

“To whom it may concern, this little kitten was abandoned on the streets and is in desperate need of a new home and owner. If you could find it in your heart to take care of her, she will be a loyal and loving pet.”

As soon as he’s done reading he sets the letter down on the nightstand, then kneels on the bed over you and caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. In response you bunch up your face in an adorable pout, making him chuckle lightly and smile.

“Wake up precious thing,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose, which makes you sigh out a small noise and languidly stretch out your limbs, “I’m here to take care of you.”

After a few moments your eyes flutter open, big and round and shining with innocence as you stare back at him with a surprised and curious look. You cling to the body pillow you’ve been snuggled up to, shyly covering the front of your body, yet leaning into the soft touch of his hand on your face.

“Poor kitten, were you left out in the rain all alone?” He asks, fingertips stroking up the side of your face, tucking a stray hair out of the way before caressing the soft, fuzzy kitty ears on your head with a tender reverence.

You squeeze the pillow even tighter, and hide the bottom part of your face while you nod; eyes now brimmed with tears, vulnerability rolling off of you in waves.

“Oh no, don’t cry, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be afraid of, you belong to me now,” he coos, carefully removing the pillow from your grasp, which earns him a little whimper from you, “You’ll never be cold or lonely again, if you’ll have me…want to be my kitten?”

He’s climbed further on the bed, hovers over you with his arms on either side of your shoulders, one knee inched in between your legs. Your arms are now spread out by your head, and somehow while he spoke to you, in an almost hypnotic way, you realized that he had gotten you on your back.

“Y-yes,” you answer quietly under your breath, teeth sinking into your bottom lip with gentle force, cheeks tinged pink, “I want to belong to you…”

Your answer makes him grin ear to ear, “So she speaks! What a special little one you are,” he says with a predatory and wolfish smile, leaning farther down so your lips are close to brushing together, “And so pretty too. Let me show you just how pretty you are.”

Without any further hesitation he kisses you, taking both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. You whimper into his mouth as your thighs are spread wider apart, his knee nudging your clit through your panties, making you subconsciously press down into him for more contact. He opens you up with his tongue, the tip prying against your own, silky and wet as they slide together, sending intoxicating tingles to your lips, clit and fingertips.

Suddenly he sits up, shrugs off his flannel and pulls his T-shirt off in one motion, tossing it to the corner of the room. He palms himself through his jeans, his fingers then making quick work of his belt buckle and the top button of his fly.

“Want to make your new owner feel good, sweetheart? Get on your hands and knees.”

You are quick to obey, scrambling to sit up and kneel on all fours in front of him on the bed. His jeans are tossed, forgotten on the floor, and you can see the very prominent outline of his straining cock through his boxers. He puts his thumb in his waistband and pulls them down ever so slightly, revealing his happy trail and taunt hip bones.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give me some sweet kitten licks from that pretty mouth?” He murmurs, his other hand threading through your hair, softly gripping your scalp.

You nod enthusiastically, eyes lidded with want as he shoves his boxers down and frees his thick cock, pushing it past your lips in a single motion. Immediately he begins a brutal pace, his hips piston in a sharp rhythm that has you gagging and moaning around his length as it bullies the back of your throat. Little droplets of spit roll down your chin, your nose pressed to his abdomen while he deep throats you. You swallow around him, making him groan in ecstasy before he removes you from his dick with a wet pop.

“Fuck, so good for me… if you keep that up I’m not going to last,” he pants, thumb wiping the drool from your chin then cupping the side of your face, holding your head up for you as you gasp for air in a blissed out daze, “And my little kitten needs some love too.”

In a swift motion he flips you around so you are face down and ass up, and at this angle he realizes that the tail you are wearing is not just pinned to the back of your panties…

“Fuck…” he breathes, sliding the thong down and off your thighs and legs, revealing your fluffy tail to be attached to a plug that is nestled inside your ass.

He fondles the curve of one of your cheeks, spreading one to get a closer look at your stretched hole, finger tips teasing against the sensitive rim before twirling his fingers around your tail. You mewl, your stocking feet kicking slightly at the sensation, “Siiiir!~”

With a smirk he smacks one side of your ass and slides a finger through the slick folds of your pussy, laughing as he makes you wiggle and squirm, “Maybe my little kitten isn’t so innocent after all.”

Earlier in the day you made sure to fully stock the nightstand with toys, restraints, and plenty of lubricant. It makes Dean even harder than he thought possible with the amount of thought he can tell you put into this. He strokes his leaking cock at the site of you before him; your plush, glossy cunt, your swollen clit, the cute little details of your outfit. He’s going to make you cum so many times tonight you see the cosmos.

“Please fuck me, Sir…” You beg.

You don’t have to ask him twice. He glides the tip of his cock against your entrance and easily bottoms out at the first thrust, making you moan into one of your pillows and arch your back into him. The pleasure of being filled almost overwhelming as he begins to fuck into you at an earth shattering speed, immediately hitting your G spot as you feel his cock and the plug of your tail rubbing against each other through the sensitive layer of skin inside you.

You lose yourself as he pounds into you with abandon, the harsh motion jingling the bell on your collar with every movement, coaxing moans and whimpers from your mouth with every stroke. You cry out as he props one of his knees up and grabs one of your legs, elevating it to rest on his thigh, your ankle slightly curved around his back. The modified position moves you to your side and opens you up further as he toys with your slippery clit, angling his thrusts even deeper.

Before you know it you are cumming on his cock, your drenched thighs shaking while he caresses your face and crashes your lips together, fucking you through it as sparks flash behind your closed eyes. He does this for what feels like hours in any position he can manipulate your body in to, over stimulating your clit till you are on the brink of tears and you have lost track of how many times you have finished.

Finally, after he’s folded you in half, and you’re desperately clinging to his shoulders with his teeth nipping into your collarbone that you beg for him to cum inside you. Those words and the wrecked and vulnerable expression on your face are enough to do him in. He cums inside you with a low groan, his face pressed against the pulse point of your neck as your pussy milks every drop from his throbbing cock.

The two of you are spent, panting heavily as you both try to steady your breathing. He rolls onto his back and pulls your exhausted form into his arms, stroking your hair and ears as you lay your head on his chest and listen to his adjusting heartbeat. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up.

“Welcome home,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his jaw and wrapping your arms around his torso, “Were you surprised?”

He chuckles while rubbing your shoulder, a bright grin on his face, “Yes, actually. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. I love how cute you look in all of this… how does that plug feel in your ass?”

You blush, hiding your face against his neck for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, “It feels good, I like it…”

“Mmm, well it sure looks good,” he teases you, reaching down to pet the soft tail, “I think you should be my kitten a little more often, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be your pet any time you want me to,” you purr to him in between kisses, “I’d do it all the time if you asked me.”

“Well I’m not quite done with you yet tonight,” he smiles, licking his lips and sitting up to grab a mini vibrator wand you left on the night stand, “So, let’s take a few minutes to recover, and just like I promised, I will use this on you while you cum as many times as you’d like.”

You can feel the heat roll through your stomach once more as he dangles the vibrator in front of you, his other hand grazing along the collar you’re wearing before flicking the bell. His promise is already making you wet again, your slick mixing with his cum that’s leaking out of your used and willing cunt.

“Yes, Sir ~”

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dw19791967 · 10 months ago

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That Type of Girl Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, slight angst, some fluff

This is the first fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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I had never been the type of girl that men would look at twice. I have always been on the heavy side of the scale. I have a big gut, small ass, and ok sized boobs. After struggling with my confidence for a better part of my life, when I hit my 20’s I stopped caring about what others thought of me. But I would still wear clothes a size or two too big. But I felt confident (for the most part). I didn’t give a rats ass what most people thought of me, which definitely helped when it came to hunting.

My life changed forever when I met the Winchesters. Sam was like the big brother I never had. Dean…well, that was a different story. Everything in me knew the moment I met him, that he was something special. The way he could make me laugh, make me smile, make me feel appreciated. No one had ever made me feel the things he did. But I knew he would never see me as more than a friend, and after some time I was ok with that. I knew a man like him would never even consider being with a girl like me.

“What ya thinking about Y/N?” said Sam. We were currently sitting in a roadside bar after we finished our most recent hunt. Of course Dean was busy flirting with some gorgeous blonde, leaving Sam and I to our own devices.

“Just thinking about what life would be like if we weren’t hunters.” I lied of course. I was thinking about why couldn’t I be the type of girl Dean would turn to for more than friendship. Something I thought about pretty frequently.

“Do you really want that type of life ?” Sam stated with a curious look on his face.

“Hell no, I’m not made for normal. Just always like to think about where I would be ya know? Would I be married, have 2.5 kids, and a full time job or would I be a crazy cat lady.” I giggled.

“Well considering you're allergic to cats you definitely would not be a crazy cat lady.” Sam was laughing.

“You’re right Sammy, guess there goes that day dream.” I said. I couldn’t stop watching Dean. I really needed to find something else to occupy my time.

“You know I see how you look at him.” Sam said.

“I don’t know what you mean Sammy.” I replied.

“Y/N you should tell him how you feel, you never know he may feel the same way.” Sam looked at me with an optimistic grin.

“Yeah right Sam, I’m going to the restroom then I’m heading out. You boys can stay and have some much deserved fun.” I got up to head towards the restroom, if only Sam knew how deep I was in.

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The following day after returning to the bunker the night before, I got up around 6:00 to make the boys breakfast. It was something I did every now and then, even though I made a pretty shitty cook. I rolled out of bed and put some shorts on. I had an old AC/DC shirt on (I didn’t bother wearing a bra since the shirt was baggy), threw my hair up in a messy bun and was ready to get to work. I made my way to the kitchen as quietly as I could. Evidently I tend to stomp when I walk in the bunker halls (according to Sam), so it is something I am trying to work on. I got the eggs and bacon out. Scrambled would have to be it for today because I don’t have the patience to try anything else. Sam made his way into the kitchen as I was finishing up with the bacon.

“Well good morning sunshine!” Sam sang.

“Damn Sammy can you keep it down somewhat, you know how I feel about being happy first thing in the morning.” I covered my ears.

“Oh yes so sorry grumpy pants” Sam laughed.

“I’m pretty sure you are like the only person I have ever seen to be so excited at 6:30 in the morning.” I finished putting some eggs on a plate for him.

“Well why are you up so early anyway? You made us breakfast?” Sam asked.

“Well yes you big giant, I did. I felt like doing something nice even if I am a grumpy pants.” I sat his plate down in front of him.

“Well I appreciate it and I’m sure Dean will too. Where is Dean?” Sam took a bite of his eggs.

“Pretty sure he is still sleeping, I’ll wake him up on my way to shower. How does it taste?” I asked.

“It is actually pretty good, way to go Y/N you have finally learned how to make eggs!” Sam was laughing. I enjoyed the teasing banter we had with one another, it made me happy that we didn’t always have to take things so seriously.

“Haha very funny, looks like now I will have to cook more often.” I stated as I walked out of the kitchen.

Heading down the hall I stopped at Dean’s room. I opened his door slightly, he was sprawled out over his bed snoring loudly. Blondie must have tired him out last night. I usually don’t like waking him up because he has such a hard time sleeping. Especially lately but I knew he would be pissed if he missed out on bacon. I made my way over to him.

“Dean” I whispered.

“Dean I made breakfast” I patted his shoulder.

He rolled over and opened his eyes. Looking at me in a way that almost made me blush.

“Hey sweetheart, what time is it?” he asked.

“7:00” I stated.

“Damn I actually slept in some, that was amazing.”

I’m sure it was, I stated to myself. Damn my jealousy.

“Well I just wanted to let you know there is eggs and bacon, Sam said that I actually learned how to make eggs so guess that means they are good this time. I laughed. “ I’m gonna take a quick shower then I will meet you back out there” I said.

“You had me at bacon” he got up and stretched.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty” stated Sam.

“God it smells amazing in here” Dean said with a grin.

Dean loaded up a plate with tons of bacon and a few scoops of eggs.

“Damn this is awesome” Dean moaned.

“Would you like me to give you some alone time with that?” Sam laughed.

“Sammy, she seriously knows how to make my damn morning. This bacon might be the best I have ever eaten.”

“Well she has been up since 6 working on it so I’m glad you are enjoying it.” Sam was reading something on his laptop now.

“What would we do without her?” Dean wondered aloud.

“What would we do without who?” I stated as I made my way back into the kitchen. I had taken a quick shower and changed into jeans and a flannel. Baggy of course. I never wore tight fitting shirts. My hair was still a little wet but I wanted to make sure the boys were taken care of before I moved on with my routine.

“You sweetheart, you are seriously too good to us.” Dean stated, staring at me.

I blushed, “Well I would do anything to make your guys day a little better.” Sam looked at me with a knowing look, please dear lord do not let him say anything.

Sam continued reading something on his laptop without saying a word.

“Well I’m gonna head to the library to check out this book I need, do you guys need anything?” asked Sam.

“I’m good, thank you though Sammy.” I stated.

“Unless you are stopping at the store, in that case we need pie.” Dean said while stuffing his face with more bacon.

“Of course Dean, I will make sure to get your precious pie.” Sam said while laughing.

With Sam gone, I struggled to find something to say to Dean but the silence was killing me.

“What time did you guys end up coming home last night?” I asked. I really didn’t want to know but yet I needed to.

“Uh not too long after you, it was kinda a bust.” stated Dean.

“What happened to Blondie?” I asked without even thinking.

Dean looked up at me, “She was talking my ear off about her ex. I told her if she couldn’t stop thinking about him then she probably needed to talk it out with him.”

Good I thought to myself, I knew he deserved a good time but I am glad he struck out. I really need to stop thinking like this.

“Well I am sure you will have better luck next time” I said with a smile. It took everything in me to muster that up.

“Nah next time we need to work on finding someone for you.” Dean stated.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well I know it's been awhile since you have found a guy for you, so I figured I could help you look.” Dean said with a shrug.

Did he seriously think I wanted to find someone? I really was not the love them and leave them type. I tended to get too attached. So I just took care of things on my own. Plus it was hard to find someone to spend the night with when you are desperately in love with someone else.

“I’m really not interested Dean. I would rather just drink and make a fool of myself.” I laughed.

“Come on Y/N, I’m sure you could use a night of romance or whatever you want to call it” Dean looked at me.

Anytime I had even considered taking a guy home they would make comments about my body. Which usually ended with my fist bleeding and the guy laying on the bar floor.

“Dean, do you seriously not remember the last time I looked for a guy, he ended up calling me a fat bitch and I knocked his lights out.” I picked at my nails. I couldn’t look at his face right now.

“Yes I remember, that was just one shitty guy. I have faith we can find a good one.” Dean got up to clear his plate.

The one guy I want doesn’t want me so I really don’t want to try to find another one. I will just end up with my feelings hurt and my confidence wounded. It’s not worth it to me.

“I appreciate the offer truly, but I don’t want a night of romance. I just want to spend a night with my two best friends. That’s it. Can we please drop it?” I got up to start working on the dishes.

“If that is what you want Y/N.” Dean looked at me softly. “I will get them sweetheart, the least I can do since you cooked.” Dean started working on the dishes.

"Thanks" I said. "I'm gonna go finish fixing my hair." I made my way out of the kitchen as fast as I could. I wish he could understand how I felt, but this is one area in which Dean and I are very different.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 months ago

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Lonely Nights

Kinktober 2024 - Day 4

Pairing: John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader

Kink: Phone Sex

Word Count: 1020+

Summary: It's late at night and you can't sleep without John.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (masturbation (f! and m! receiving), dirty talk, light d/s dynamics, fingering, vaginal fingering), soft!John, fluff, family dynamics, slight domestic life

a/n: Here's day 4! I really enjoyed writing this cause I like the dynamic of John dating a woman his age and her taking care of Sam and Dean when they were younger. I like the domestic vibes! I hope you like it too!

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You huffed as you tossed and turned on the bed you had in Bobby’s spare room. You couldn’t sleep no matter what you did, tried one foot outside of the covers, then both, you tried warm milk, but zip, nothing. You were starting to feel insane. Things were fine. Dean was asleep in the other room and Sammy was in his crib sound asleep in the room with Dean. You had a baby monitor on the side table so that was taken care of. You just couldn’t sleep.

You sat up and grabbed the house phone off the other side table and dialed John’s number. You laid back against the pillows and pressed the phone against your ear and listened to it ring. It was three rings before John picked up.

“This is John.” His gravelly voice came through the phone speaker.

You smiled at his voice, “Hey, love. Just checking in.”

“Sweetheart, you’re supposed to be asleep. It’s almost 2 in the mornin’ there.” He sighed and you could hear the worry in his voice. “Is Sammy giving you any guff?”

You giggled and shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, “No, the boys were perfect angels tonight.” “Then that couldn’t be my boys. My boys r’hellraisers.” John laughed as he laid back on his motel bed.

“How dare you speak of them like that?” You asked incredulously before giggling again. “How’s the hunt going?”

“Boring. It’s just some backwoods ghost.” He sighed and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. “How was your day?”

“Same. Ran the boys ragged in the yard then they took their naps, then dinner, then bathtime, before bed.” You explained to him. “I miss you.”

He huffed a small sigh, “I miss you too, darlin’. Just another day or two.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” You whined as you slid down under the covers. “I want you.”

He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. “You know what that tone does to me.”

You giggled softly, “I know but I want you to know how much I missed you.” You whined in the same tone of voice. “Miss your body, your hands, your cock…” You teased as you bit your lip softly.

“Naughty girl.” He growled into the phone as he could feel his cock begin to hard in his boxers. “You want to play this game?”

“Mhm.” You giggled as you flipped onto your back.

“Take off whatever you're wearing, right now.” He growled as he quickly shed himself of his pajamas.

“Yes sir.” You whimpered as you quickly took off his shirt that you were wearing and your panties. “Done.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to slip a finger through your pretty petals and tell Daddy how wet you are.”

You slowly slid a hand down your body and slipped two fingers through your folds feeling how soaked and leaking your hole was. “M’so wet, daddy. So wet for you.” You whined into the phone as you teased your clit and gasped at the tingles of pleasure.

“Don’t touch that little pearl of yours, darlin’. Wait for permission.” He growled as he wrapped a loose hand around the base of his cock. He tightened his grip a little before spitting on his cock to make the glide slicker.

You pulled your fingers away, “Sorry, just a little pent up.”

He chuckled darkly, “I know, baby girl. I want you to tease those pretty nipples of yours. Make them nice and hard for me.”

You shivered at the tone of his voice and you trailed both hands up to your bare breasts and you teased your nipples gently, pulling and pinching them. Your nipples immediately hardened under your touch and you gasped John’s name quietly. “Can I touch myself now?”

He chuckled, “You are touching yourself, darlin’. Is this not enough for you?” He teased as he started stroking his cock slowly.

“N-no. Want to cum. Want you to help me cum.” You whined softly as you teased your nipples again. “Please, daddy?”

“Okay. Go ahead and touch your pretty pussy, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good.” He grunted as he stroked himself slowly listening to your gasps and moans.

You slowly trailed your hands down to your cunt and you slid two fingers into your cunt, your walls fluttering and squeezing the intrusion. You gasped and moaned louder but still quietly as to not wake up the house. You bit your lip as you curled your fingers up to press against your spongy sweet spot. Your toes curled as you gently stroked the spot and your other hand moved to rub tight circles against your clit.

John groaned as your moans and whimpers flowed through the phone, making his cock throb with pleasure. He stroked himself faster, tightening his fist around his cock, teasing his tip before moving back down his shaft.

“Good fucking girl. I know your cunt is fucking droolin’, wantin’ my cock. Wantin’ the pleasure only I can give to you.” He growled into the phone making you shiver and your toes curl.

“M’so close. Wanna cum for you, daddy.” You whined and keened, “Can I cum? P-please?”

He groaned and nodded, “Fuck. Cum for daddy, sweetheart. M’close too. Cum with daddy.” He panted into the phone as his orgasm approached quickly with each stroke and squeeze of his cock.

You cried quietly as you came hard on your own fingers and whined John’s name softly. “M’cumming. F-fuck, daddy.” You whined and your thighs shook as John groaned your name and you know he hit his own high.

He painted his chest with his spend as his hips jolted up, following the pleasure of his fist. “Good fucking girl. F-fuck.” He groaned and slumped against the bed and wiped his hand on his discarded shirt before cleaning up his chest. He smirked as he heard you panting softly. “Get some sleep, darlin’. Love ya.” He smiled as he talked into the phone.

“You too. And I love you.” You sighed as you laid on the pillows before hanging up. After cleaning yourself up, you fell peacefully asleep.

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daandyli0n · 4 months ago

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(warnings: implied child death/murder, slight blood, eye contact, possible eyestrain)

Some More Updated Refs For The Rewrite! This Time: The Emily Family!!

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Henry:

anxious and awkward man. why did he decide to open a business where he'd mostly be around loud sounds and people? because he genuinely loves his work, that's why-

trans :] transmasc specifically (yes, he and Anna are t4t)

Henry pre-murders: goofy and socially awkward man who's just trying his best. just let him vibe with his kids, jfc.

Henry post-murders: angry, sad, and depressed man. only found solace in his work, and it's why he kept building animatronics for the company; it's one of the few coping strategies he had after Charlie was murdered.

his whimsy is gone entirely by 2012 (Fnaf 3) 😔

he has stability issues (always had, but they got worse with age. when he was still working at Freddy's and Fredbear's he'd almost appear to trip on nothing, or would balance himself on stuff like tables or the wall. this is me projecting a bit), hence the cane.

and, of course: Autism <3

Charlie:

gives off "tomboy, but probably actually transmasc but hasn't fully realized yet" vibes to me, hence the alt. outfit.

(fun fact: my headcanon for Charlie is that she's actually transmasc and bigender, but she died before she could really. realize that)

really likes the star aesthetic. if it wasn't obvious.

hair buns are actually meant to resemble bear ears :] she's a Daddy's Girl <3

really likes the bright green and black/white stripe combination. that long-sleeved shirt she wears in both outfits is her favorite.

both of the twins inherited certain things from their father (like the autism): for example, the freckles, the small tooth gap, the general nose shape, body shape, you get the idea.

kinda pissed and stressed all of the time as a ghost.

realized i forgot the Security Bracelet in her ghost design...shit. pretend it's there, because it's supposed to be.

take a wild guess how she died by looking at her ghost.

like Cassidy, and unlike the other MCI ghosts, Charlie is transparent and not desaturated as a spirit.

doesn't wear her animatronic mask often because she doesn't really. see a need to. the others use it as a way of scaring people, and she doesn't really wanna scare anyone. if she's showing up to you, she either needs help, or she thinks she looks scary enough. she Does wear it on occasion, though.

someone give my girl a BREAK.

Sammy:

has kinda always had Resting Bitch Face...and anger issues, but surely that's not important-

i dunno, i like contrasting The Emily Twins in some ways. Charlie is green, Sammy is orange. Charlie is seen as more loud and outgoing (which, again, gets her confused for an extrovert), Sammy is viewed as being quieter and less approachable. Charlie is more rugged but well-liked (kinda), Sammy is more "proper" but has a smaller circle of friends, comfortably slipping into the background (he's never liked the spotlight that having a somewhat popular/well-known parent brings, anyway).

Sammy kinda got. Really Angry after Charlie was murdered. they were two halves of a whole, she was one of his closest friends, someone who really Knew the Real Sammy Emily. and...she's Gone. just like that. why wouldn't he be angry? it certainly doesn't help how her body was found; thrown amongst the garbage like she was nothing. like she was trash. Sammy practically lost his world that day, and yet people were surprised that he was angry.

Sammy stopped really taking care of himself health-wise as the years went on, as he tried to hunt down Charlie's killer (unknowing that her killer lived only a few blocks down, and was a man he and Charlie had considered family). mostly, Sammy lost an unhealthy amount of weight (shown by his clothes no longer fitting him) and hardly really slept unless Henry forced him (take one look at those eyebags and tell me that's a sign that this man has gotten any good sleep since like. 1982). don't worry, he'll gain the weight back. :]

Sammy Wants To Kill A Certain Hare Man. That's What The Fire Is For :) (Fnaf 3)

#fnaf #fnaf rewrite #henry emily #charlie emily #sammy emily #my art #Dandy's Interesting Fnaf Rewrite

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moonlightspencie · 2 years ago

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hear me out… washing the impala at the bunker with dean when you’re bored. please and thank you 🫶🏼

literally rbed a gifset of him doing that exact thing earlier today. i’m feral for this scene {and the entire episode} so my brain is running wild rn hehe (also the quote from said episode, “i’m mostly confused” was one of my first handles on tumblr)

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

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You strolled around the bunker, frankly unsure what to do with yourself without the absolute urgency of chasing down some big bad. Not even a casual case had come up in a couple days, and you were growing a bit restless.

You finally ran into Sam after wandering for a while, catching him as he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you greeted briefly, walking over to steal a piece of ham.

You chewed on it as he glanced at you with a quirked brow. He chuckled softly, then sighed.

“Hey,” he finally said. “You done eating my sandwich ingredients?”

“It was one piece of ham, Sammy.”

“Sam,” he corrected.

“I’ve been living with y’all for how long?”

He paused, then shook his head softly with a smile.

“You doing anything today?” you asked, hopping up on the counter.

He watched you for a moment. “Not really.”

“Ugh,” you groaned.

“What?” he asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” you exclaimed. “We’re all cooped up, I need to… I need to do something.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged. “I’m gonna eat my sandwich.”

You sighed hard. “Where’s Dean?”

“Garage. I think he’s washing the cars.”

“All of em?”

“Probably,” he said with a smirk. “Go bother him.”

“Bother him? You think I’m bothering you?”

“Yes.”

You scoffed playfully, hopping off the counter. You started walking away, but made sure to get the last word in.

“One of these days I’ll be long gone and you’re gonna miss me like crazy, Sammy.”

He smiled again, not able to get in a word as you left for the garage.

You heard music playing before you even got to the door, opening it carefully and walking inside. You saw him, soaking the impala in soap and water, just a black t-shirt and jeans.

At least he wasn’t wearing the short-shorts this time.

You let yourself watch him for a few moments, never not in awe as to how someone could look so good in a plain black t-shirt. Eventually you decided to stop creeping on him and headed towards him instead.

“Hey,” he said as soon as he saw you.

“Hey. You need help?” you asked, lingering near the hood as he wiped down the windshield. “And by that I mean, please let me help. I’m dying to do something.”

He smiled, nodding towards the suds-filled bucket.

“Grab a sponge.”

You picked up the other sponge from the bucket, wasting no time in scrubbing down the roof of the car. You both listened to the music, slowly but surely getting every nook and cranny of the vehicle. You were working on one of the back wheel wells when Dean grabbed your attention.

“Hey, trade-off,” he said, tossing a newly-wet sponge in your direction.

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t give enough of a verbal warning. The heavy sponge hit you in the leg, knocking you off your balance and making you land straight on your butt. You opened your mouth in a feigned offense.

“You dick,” you said, laughing lightly.

He laughed at you, not even bothering to help you back up. You scrambled up, slamming the sponge on top of the car and grabbing the hose. You called for him, stopping him from laughing right as you sprayed him with the hose, effectively soaking his shirt.

His eyes went wide, freezing in his motions for a few seconds.

“You little—”

He started after you, not stopping even as you started spraying him again.

“No!” you squealed.

He closed in, grabbing you and effectively trapping you against the car. He wrestled the hose from your hand, turning it on you.

“How do you like it?”

You screamed and laughed, trying to push him off. He was relentless, giggling with glee as he soaked you completely. You reached behind you to get the sponge, wringing it out over his head. Luckily for you, it shocked him enough to get out of his grip. Unluckily for you, he quickly recovered and caught up to you before you could get far.

“You’re not getting away that easy,” he muttered.

He grabbed you from behind as you tried running, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding your arms to your chest. You laughed hard, trying to wriggle away.

“You’re so mean,” you yelled, his grip only tightening.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he said into your ear, clearly proud of himself.

“Whoa,” you heard Sam’s voice. “Should I give you two some privacy?”

You stood up a little straighter, looking in his direction. Dean only slightly loosened his grip.

“We’re washing the car,” you stated as if he didn’t just walk in with fully functional eyes.

He merely quirked a brow. “You two look cleaner than the car.”

“She started it,” Dean said quickly.

You craned your neck to see him behind you, giving him a sour look.

“You threw a sponge at me.”

“You hosed me down.”

Sam nodded slowly, backing out of the room quietly to retreat.

“Not fair,” you said, almost smiling again.

“Very fair,” he stated.

“Let me go,” you laughed.

“No way,” he said, only holding on tighter. “This is your punishment.”

You smirked. “If you really wanted to cuddle this bad, you could’ve just asked, you know?”

“How much you gonna let me ask for?”

“Not much I wouldn’t,” you said, hoping this wasn’t crossing any lines.

He hummed, an obvious smile in his voice, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Apparently, he didn’t care much about a crossed line or two.

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duck-at-midnight · 10 months ago

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Little Duck

Summary: After the Ghostface attacks in New York, Tara lost control on when she regresses. Tonight, Sam has a dinner with Kirby and Danny, Tara is forced to come along.

Content warning: age regression, Sam is Tara's caregiver, wetting

WC: 1315

Special thanks to my boy @writing-rat, who watched scream 6 with me and listened to my building thoughts on this idea.

“Sam, please, just let me stay home.”

“For the last time, Tara, no.”

The younger sister pouted. “Please, I don’t want to crash your date.”

Sam waved her comment off. “You’re not, Danny and Kirby love you, and I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

She quickly shook her head. “It won’t, I swear!”

“You can’t promise that.”

“But I can! I don’t feel bad or stressed or anything! I don’t want a repeat.”

Sam let out a sigh. “Tara, I know you would rather stay home but I can’t leave you here alone in good conscience.” She paused to look her sister in the eyes. “I tried Gale but she can’t watch you. I’m sorry, you have to come with us.Please go get dressed.”

Tara huffed and dragged her feet to her room to change into nicer clothes. She hated that she wasn’t allowed to be alone anymore. It wasn’t like she did anything too bad last time she regressed when she was alone. The replacement rug was better than the old one anyways.

She laid on the couch wearing a nice dress fidgeting with her fidget cube as she stared up at the ceiling with her earbuds in playing an old playlist.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Sam answer the door.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them and removing her earbuds, she sat up. She joined Sam at the door.

“Hey Tara, you ready?” Danny asked, flashing a smile at her.

Nodding, “Yeah, sorry that I have to tag along.”

Kirby dismissed the apology. “Don’t worry about it at all. We love having you with us too.”

She felt a pat on the back from her older sister. “I’ll try to stay out of the way as much as possible and let you three enjoy your date.”

“Again, Tara, don’t worry. We love spending time with you.”

“But,” Danny interrupted, “We should get going. We’re going to be late.”

On the way to the restaurant, Tara felt a slight buzz in the back of her mind. She tried to brush it off but the stimulation of the city was proving to be too much. She stopped to put in her earbuds back in to help tune out the noise.

Large hands grabbed her and pulled her close nearly making her scream until she looked up to see it was Danny who mouthed ‘sorry.’ She stayed close to him as Kirby and Sam were leading the way.

As they were standing in line to meet the hostess, Tara felt the buzzing come back stronger. She grabbed Danny’s hand and shoved her face into his chest.

Quickly, she felt herself get lifted and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand patted her back. They moved through the restaurant following the waitress as Tara gripped the back of Danny’s shirt tightly.

They sat at a booth and Tara made it clear she didn’t want to be put down as she whined loudly when Danny sat her in the seat. He moved Tara into his lap as he pulled out his phone for Tara to play a game. He removed the earbuds from her ears without disturbing her focus.

“Well, I’m glad she didn’t stay home.” Sam commented.

“She was trying to avoid it.” Danny defended the younger girl.

“She was trying pretty hard.” Kirby added. “But she can’t help it.”

Sam let out a small sigh as she watched Tara tap at the phone. “I know, she tries so hard.” She smiles. “Tara.” Her sister looks up at her. “What do you want to eat?”

“Chicken nuggets!”

A long sigh as the girl goes back to her game. “Of course, you want chicken nuggets. Can we put you in a pull-up?”

”No!” She whined loudly.

“Tara, you need to. I’m sure Danny doesn’t want an accident on his pants.”

”No, Sammy! I’m a big girl.”

“Tara, now.”

”No!”

The sisters stared each other down that ended with Danny clearing his throat. “I’m sure Tara will let us know, right? You’re a big girl, huh?”

”Yes!” She smiled up at him.

Sam gave him a look. “You sure?”

”We’ll be fine.”

The couple talked as the girl tapped away on the screen receiving occasional help from Danny who peered over her head at the screen. She was in her own world swapping between two different apps.

When they or food was delivered, Sam spoke up to Tara. “Time to put up the phone and eat.” She received a loud whine. “I’m sure Danny doesn’t want ketchup on his phone.”

”I’ll give it back after we finish eating, ok?” Danny said lightly. “Want to sit on your own?”

She shook her head as he took the phone pouting as she eyed her sister.

“The faster you eat, the quicker you can have the phone back.” Kirby said as she cut into her steak. With that in mind, Tara started shoving chicken nuggets in her mouth. “Woah, slow down, kid. Chew first.”

“Please don’t choke.” Sam pleaded.

The group ate quietly, chiming in with the occasional conversation, several reminders for Tara to use a napkin, and reminders to be careful with her drink.

In the middle of a conversation, Tara’s eyes widened as she looked up at Sam. She tried to open her mouth but shut it as she saw Sam responding to something Danny said.

“You ok, Tara?” Kirby asked.

”I-“ She stuttered before Sam met her eyes. “I need to pee.”

”Oh, shit.” Sam said before trying to get up.

Her eyes welled up with tears refusing to move when Sam tried to pull her up.

“Uh, Sam, it’s already too late.” Danny whispered to her.

”I’m so sorry, babe. I knew I should’ve put her in a pull-up.” Sam said feeling terrible about her sister wetting herself in his lap. She sat back down and felt Danny grab her hand on the table.

“It’s ok, it happens. Tara tried her best.” He assured her. “Besides, I knew what I was risking.” With his free hand, he gave Tara a hug. “You ok, kiddo?”

She nodded her head with tears streaking down.

”Don’t worry about it. It can happen to anyone.” Kirby said with a smile. “I might have a jacket in the car to cover you.” She slipped out from the table to check for one and pay for their dinner.

Danny slipped Tara his phone who accepted it while wiping her face. “It’s ok, little duck. We’re ok.”

The girl began focusing on a video on his phone, calming herself down. The adults focused on her making sure she was calming down. She slipped her thumb into her mouth without thinking.

Sam fished out the pacifier from her bag and with the help of Danny replaced the thumb. She pushed the girl’s hair out of her face.

Kirby returned with a jacket to cover Tara’s bottom half that covered Danny as well when he carried her. The couple let Tara hold on to the phone as Danny carried her to the car.

He placed her in the backseat making sure the jacket covered the seat. He moved to sit in the back with Tara when Sam stopped him.

“You take front. I’ll watch her in the back.”

“It’s no problem, I can sit in the back with her.”

”You’re already covered in pee and had her sit in your lap all dinner. I can sit in the back with her.”

”If you insist, but I truly don’t mind sitting with our little duck.” He said pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips.

Sam got in the back and checked on her sister who was focused on a video leaning against the window. Sliding into the middle seat and buckling before leaning Tara against her.

The small girl was asleep before they made it back home.

#tara carpenter #scream fic #tara carpenter fic #ducky writing #sam carpenter x kirby reed x danny #little tara

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queenofcats17 · 4 months ago

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The Ink Demonth 1

Today's theme is Nostalgia

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"Grandpa Henry!!"

Henry looked up from the book he'd been reading to see his granddaughter Ruth bounding toward him, waving a framed picture in her hand.

"What've you got there?" He asked as she scrambled into his lap.

"It's a picture!" Ruth proclaimed proudly, handing the photo over to Henry. "I found it in the box Gramma and Mama were going through!"

"Is that so?" Henry murmured, looking over the photograph.

It was a photograph from the opening of the studio, old enough that the paper was beginning to yellow. Linda had told him that she and Sarah would be going through some of the old boxes in their attic, but he hadn't expected they would come upon things from his studio days.

"Gramma said that's you!" Ruth said, pointing to the younger Henry standing in the middle of the group.

"She's right, that is me," Henry confirmed. "I looked pretty different back then, huh?"

"Not really." Ruth gave a little shrug. "You're just more wrinkly now."

Henry stifled a snort. Well, she wasn't wrong.

"Did Gramma point out anyone else to you?" He asked.

"Mm-hm." Ruth nodded, pointing to Joey. "She said that's Mr. Joey. She said you started the studio with him."

Henry's smile grew sad. "I... did start the studio with him."

The ache in his heart when he thought of Joey had lessened considerably over the years, but every so often he still felt that twinge. A part of him still missed his old friend, even after all this time. The sight of Joey's young, smiling face brought back old memories of the two of them crouched over a table together, excitedly workshopping ideas. Those memories were fond ones.

It was a pity those good times had ended so soon.

"Why'd you leave if you made it with him?" Ruth looked back at him. "Weren't you friends?"

"Sometimes friendships don't work out, honey," Henry said gently, patting Ruth's head. "Joey and I just... weren't a good fit for each other. Working with him made me very unhappy."

Ruth frowned, turning her attention back to the photograph.

"That's really sad," she concluded. "I'd be sad if me and my best friend didn't get along anymore."

"Well, it does happen sometimes," Henry said. "And it's always sad when it does. But you can always make new friends. Or hold onto some of the old ones. Like him." He pointed to Wally. "You remember him?"

Ruth's frown deepened as she narrowed her eyes to scrutinize Wally's younger face. Finally, she sighed dramatically and flopped back against Henry.

"I can't tell," she announced. "Who is he, Grandpa?"

Henry couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I guess he's probably got a lot more hair here," he said. "But this is Wally."

Ruth gasped, sitting straight up. "Funny shirt man!"

"Yes, funny shirt man," Henry laughed.

Ever since the photo Wally had sent them the year before, Ruth had referred to Wally exclusively as "funny shirt man" due to the Hawaiian shirt he'd been wearing in the photograph.

"He's not bald here!" Ruth exclaimed, pointing to Wally's younger self.

"Come on, he's got some hair," Henry playfully chided her.

"Yeah, but not a lot," Ruth said, rolling her eyes. "He's got way more here!" She pointed at the cloud of hair spilling out from under Wally's paperboy hat.

"Alright, alright, you're right," Henry conceded.

Ruth straightened up a bit, clearly pleased at having "won" the argument.

"Anyone else you're curious about here, honey?" Henry asked.

"Mmmm..." Ruth screwed her face up in thought as she scanned the line of faces. "Who's this?" She pointed to Sammy, who was, of course, standing right beside Jack.

"That is Sammy," Henry said. "And right beside him is Jack. They made the music for the cartoons. They're the ones who wrote Sheep Songs."

"Did they write Lonely Angel too?" Ruth asked. "That one's really pretty."

"Probably, but I wasn't there for that."

Ruth looked a bit disappointed that he didn't have any special insights about the song but bounced back quickly.

"Was Sammy scary?" She asked. "He looks scary."

"He definitely was a little scary." Henry tried not to wince. "Jack kept him from being too bad most of the time but he could definitely be... intense."

"And who's that?" Ruth pointed at Norman, predictably on the outskirts of the group, smiling at the camera as though he knew something they didn't.

"That is Norman," Henry said. "He ran the projectors and probably knew every secret in the studio."

Ruth let out a little gasp, immediately turning to look at Henry with wide eyes. "What kinda secrets?" She asked, her voice hushed with awe.

Henry smiled apologetically. "Sorry, honey. I never asked."

Ruth flopped dramatically back against him again. "You're so boring, Grandpa!"

"I know, I'm so sorry." Henry ruffled her hair.

Ruth let out an adorably beleaguered sigh, resting her head against Henry's chest.

"Did you like working with them?" She asked after a moment or two.

"Hm?"

"Did you like working with them?" Ruth repeated. "The people in the picture."

Henry paused before answering with a nod. "I did."

"If you liked it, then why did you leave?" There was no judgment in Ruth's eyes as she looked up at him. Just curiosity.

"I told you, honey, Joey and I didn't work well together," Henry patiently reminded her. "Working there wasn't good for me."

"Not good for you how?" Ruth tilted her head to the side.

"A good partnership involves a good balance of giving and taking," Henry explained, setting the photo aside and shifting Ruth so he could gesture better. "If one person is asking the other for more work than they're doing themselves, then that's not a good partnership. And Joey was asking for me to do more work than he was doing himself."

"That doesn't seem fair," Ruth concluded.

"It wasn't." Henry smiled sadly. "Which was why I had to leave."

Ruth seemed to consider this for a moment before giving a little nod.

"Okay, I get it," she said. "Can we have a snack now? I'm hungry."

Henry chuckled, easing himself up from the chair with Ruth cradled in one arm.

"Of course, sweetie. Now, what are you in the mood for?"

"...Could you tell me what this place used to be like?"

Henry looked up from the locker he'd been rifling through.

"This place?" He gestured around them.

"Or, well, the original studio," Audrey corrected, shifting a bit. "...I was always kind of curious what it was like working here back in the day."

Henry was silent for a moment, turning his attention back to the locker.

"I was only there a year, so I can't tell you much," he said. His voice was quiet. Audrey had noticed he always got rather quiet when the studio or Joey got brought up.

"That's another thing I always wondered about," Audrey said with a frown. "You helped start the studio. Why quit after only a year?"

Henry let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Are you sure you want to hear about this?" He glanced back at her, a weary and defeated look in his eyes. "It's not a very happy story."

"I want to hear it," Audrey insisted.

Henry let out another sigh, closing the locker. "Alright. If you're sure." He turned to face her, walking over to lean on the railing that overlooked the main area of the Demon's Rest. "It was always a bit... chaotic. Joey was a man of ideas, but only ideas. Execution was never his strong point. He'd come up with the ideas and then expect you to make them a reality."

"If it was like that, then why did you start the studio with him in the first place?" Audrey leaned on the railing next to him.

"I didn't know it was going to be like that." A hint of annoyance entered Henry's voice. "I didn't find that out until the studio was up and running." His shoulders hunched as he stared down at the Lost Ones milling around. "I thought it would be different. I thought we would be partners."

"But you... weren't?" Audrey frowned slightly.

"We weren't," Henry confirmed. "Instead, I gave and gave and gave, and all he did was take."

Audrey shifted uncomfortably. "That sounds... hard."

"It was." Henry gave a short nod. "That's why I only lasted a year. I couldn't stand it anymore. I can't stand doing all the work while he reaped all the benefits. And that's not even counting all the times he'd suddenly spring deadlines on us and expect us to work through the night to get it done." For a moment, absolute fury flashed across his features before it was replaced with bone-deep weariness. "It was exhausting. He was always asking so much."

"...Why do you think the others didn't leave?" Audrey asked. If conditions were that bad, why didn't everyone leave? Why had Henry been the only one to go?

"I mean, it was the Depression," Henry said with a rueful laugh. "Not a lot of other places were hiring."

"Oh, right." She'd almost forgotten that the studio had been founded during the Great Depression.

...That did explain why most hadn't left. Where else would they have gone?

"Do you... regret leaving?" Audrey tentatively asked.

"No," Henry answered without a second thought.

"Never?" Audrey raised an eyebrow. "But, you loved Bendy, didn't you? You helped make him. Didn't you miss these characters? Didn't you miss some of your coworkers?"

"I did," Henry said. "But that was before Joey did this." He gestured around them. "Now... I'm more sure than ever that leaving was the best choice I ever made."

Audrey fell silent, looking away from Henry. "I'm... sorry. That he did this to you," she said after a moment.

"Let's just get going." Henry pushed off of the railing and began to walk away.

"...Right..." Audrey nodded, falling into step behind him.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #the ink demonth #henry stein #ruth stein #batim oc #bendy and the dark revival #audrey drew

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