#Everyone pray for sammy

[kwiwrites]

regulus black who puts coal in his brother’s socks and then ten minutes after the gift opening he shows up with a whole ass new shiny bike idk he just seems the type to throw money around (lovingly)

#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #fanfiction #marauders era #Daily dose of blorbo posting #Sammy is going crZy #Sammy is also ill #Everyone pray for sammy

[saint-cassio]

sam and dean biting each others nails to trial run cannibalism <3

#they're interested in it but theyre not quite sure if its for them u know #so they nibble nibble nibbles chomp chomp OH MY GOD DEAN U ATE SAMMYS HAND!!!!!!!! #sam is crying now everyone plz pray for sam that he grows his hand back

[holylulusworld]

Taped on video - Kinktober 30

Summary: You end up crowded by three men...

Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, Jeff) x fem!Reader

Idea by: @moosekateer13

A/N: This is pure fiction. For the sake of this story all three a single.

Warnings: dom J3/sub reader, breeding bench, dirty talk, slut-shaming, unprotected sex, smut, oral (male rec), double penetration (oral/vaginal), voyeurism, cum play, sex tapes, a hint of dub-con, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), taking turns, implied extortion/extortion, a hint of Dark J3

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Guys,“ you crack your neck. “I know you are excited and giddy like schoolboys because you can work together on the show, but please, give me a break.”

Jeffrey cocks a brow at your comment. He was falling out of his role once again, and you had to yell cut once again. “What’s the matter, doll?” He drawls, flashing you an irresistible smirk. You assume Jeffrey is used to being in control, but you won’t have it.

“I’m not your doll,” you snap at the actor. If you don’t set boundaries right away, they will walk all over you in no time. “You ruined the scene for the fourth time. We all love bloopers and gag reels, but we need to get this scene done. All of us want to go home before dusk.”

“We are on in, sweetheart,” Jensen makes you the Dean. He grins and winks at you. “Let me handle them. They are a bunch of schoolboys.”

“Fine. We are going to make another break. Fifteen minutes. Calm down and relax,” you glare in Jared’s direction. You don’t need him to pull another prank on you or one of the crew members.”

“Action!” You call out, hoping the three will finally get their shit together so you can finish the scene. It’s getting late and you’ve got a date with your bathtub, your vibrator, and a glass of wine.

You watch Jensen and Jared fall into their roles. They run toward the Impala, fighting their way through monsters. The scene unfolds and you pray, they won’t fall out of their roles again.

“DEAN!”

“Sammy!”

“Doll!” Jeffrey snickers as you angrily fling your phone across the set. You huff and get out of your chair.

“What is wrong with you today? We are all tired and want to get out of here. Guys, it’s the night before Halloween and I want to get some rest before I attend the annual Halloween party tomorrow.”

“We are trying, doll,” Jeff smirks darkly, looking more like his alter ego Negan than himself. He licks his lips, eyes trained on your chest. “What can I say? We are distracted by your beauty, boss.”

You shudder at the roughness of his voice. He looks like a predator spying on his prey. Hazel eyes follow your every step as you get out of your chair once again.

“Everyone, we call it a day. It’s getting too late. The light is wrong,” you look at your crew. “Go home and enjoy your evening. We come back to the scene the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” One of the cameramen asks. “We can try to get it done today. No problem.”

“The scene is almost finished.” Rubbing your temple, you sigh. If only these guys didn’t mess with you today. “We can get back at it next time.”

You clap your hands at the rest of the crew, ignoring Jensen, Jared, and Jeff. “Thank you all for your patience and professionalism today. I know it was an exhausting and long day. We will call it a day. Get home safely.”

While the rest of the crew says their goodbyes and leaves the set, the devilish trio looks in your direction. They smirk and whistle as you stalk toward them.

“What was that?” You throw your hands up, and huff. “Why did you fuck the scenes up on purpose?”

“Well, tomorrow is Halloween, and we are in the mood to play,” Jeffrey dips his head to look you up and down. He smirks, revealing pearl-white teeth.

The trio crowds you like a pack of wolves. You gasp as Jensen wraps his arms around you from behind to whisper in your ear. “We’ve got a proposal for you, sweetheart.”

“What Jensen tries to tell you is, that we fucked up the scenes on purpose,” Jared smirks darkly. He cups your face with his large hands, causing a whimper to escape your throat.

“Why?”

“Daddy wants to play, doll,” Jeffrey purrs. “If you let us play with you, we are going to be so good for you next time. Say yes and be ours for tonight.”

“You try to extort me into fucking you?” You chuckle darkly. “Christ, are your balls blue or something? I thought you could get laid any time of the day.”

“We could have any woman but you. And we want you,” Jensen whispers in your ear. “Give in and let us have control over your body and mind tonight.”

You press your thighs together, wiggling in Jensen’s embrace. “I can’t fuck a member of my cast.”

“Not one,” Jeffrey tuts. “You’ll bend over the hood of the Impala and let us all have a ride. You are going to be our whore tonight. We all know that you act so innocently all the time, but in secret you want to get this pussy pounded and called our slut.

“I-“ you swallow thickly. “I’m not…no…I…”

“I want to cream this cunt, and make it sing for me,” Jared pats your head. “I bet you’d look good with all of your holes ruined, cum leaking out of your broken body.”

Fuck, Jared always acts so innocently and sweet but right now, he looks at you as if you are his latest meal. “What Jared tries to tell you is, that he’s got a boner he wants to shove up your cunt. He wants to cum inside of you and ruin your pussy.”

“We all want to ruin you,” Jeffrey nods at Jared, silently telling him to get out of his way. “Be ours, and we will show you heaven and hell in one night.”

“My safe word is pumpkin,” you batt your eyelashes, acting innocently. “Maybe daddy can show me a good time while his boys watch.” You challenge. “Can his dick keep up with his potty mouth?”

After you agreed to let the trio have their way with you, they did a great job securing your body to a breeding bench at Jeff’s sex dungeon.

“How is that, huh? We built this nice room only for you.”

“What?” you whimper involuntarily. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re always a hardass, and try to order us around,” Jeff stands behind you, hands groping your ass. He spreads your cheeks, humming. “We will ruin all of your holes and make you our whore.”

“And after we are done with you, you’ll agree to be ours forever,” Jensen steps in front of you. He looks at your parted lips, smirking darkly. “Yeah, I dreamed of watching you choke on my cock while Jeff fucks you into submission.”

“Oh…God…” you whimper. “You planned all of this? For how long?”

“Months, doll. We dreamed of getting our hands on your ripe body. I can’t wait to be inside of your cunt.”

“Come on, get started. I want to watch you both ruin her holes. I will record every second, and then, you will film us,” Jared stands next to Jensen. He cups your face and forces you to look at him. “I want you to scream for us, sweetheart. If you do, I’ll cum all over you.”

“Jared loves to watch, doll. He always cums so hard after we ruined a whore,” Jeffrey grips your hips, driving balls deep into your dripping cunt. “That’s a whore’s cunt.” He exclaims feeling you clench tightly around him.

You moan loudly as he spreads your walls out. The sudden and hard penetration makes you whine. “Relax, whore. We will loosen your holes,” Jeffrey laughs devilishly as you helplessly struggle against the restraints holding you bound to the breeding bench. “What’s your color?”

“I-green,” you breathe out. Jeffrey took you by surprise, but damn his cock feels so good inside of your cunt. “Please fuck me.”

Jeffrey doesn’t need to hear more. He starts to pound into you, filling the room with the sound of flash clapping against flesh. “Fuck, she’s tight and warm. A dream.”

“You better take a deep breath,” Jensen grins darkly. “I’ll fill that throat now, sweetheart. Open up and welcome my dick in your mouth.”

“How can I?” You squeak with every deep thrust. “Please…I…”

“Blink twice to make me slow down, and thrice to make me stop,” Jensen runs his hand over your head. “Be good and open up. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Fuck, Jeff,” you groan loudly as he grips your hips tighter. He slams his hips into your ass, having the time of his life. Jeff hammers into you, causing you to shamelessly moan.

“Hurry up, Jensen. I want to cream this cunt. Stop talking and shove your cock down her throat.” Jeffrey angrily grunts.

“Shut up, old man,” Jensen grips your chin. He runs his thumb over your lips, smirking cockily. “Open up for me. Let’s show them how good you can suck cock.”

Jensen unzips his pants, exposing his throbbing length to you. He’s as perfect as you imagined, and you lick your lips. “Open up for Jensen!” Jared taunts. “Now!”

You part your lips, and stick your tongue out, moaning loudly as Jensen pushes the tip of his cock in. “I want you to suck me like the whore you are.”

As you start bobbing your head, Jensen gently pats your head. “Good girl, taking our cocks. I love watching you suck cock.”

Jensen smirks as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat. He nods, encouraging you to keep on going while Jeff’s thrusts become frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in her. YES!”

“Hold onto her cunt! I want to see her cunt filled with Jeff’s cum,” Jensen starts moving his hips. He cups the back of your head to control your movement. “Fuck, use your tongue, sweetheart.”

“Shit, you should see her cunt all spread out by Jeff’s cock,” Jared groans. He zooms in to record your spread-out pussy getting stuffed with Jeff’s length. “Fuck…yes…ruin her cunt.”

“I’m gonna…shit…yes…” Jeff shoots his load into your abused cunt. He immediately pulls out and steps away to let Jared film your still pulsing pussy. “Shit, that’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Jeff switches places with Jared. He grabs the camera to film Jensen using your mouth.

“Harder, make her jaw hurt.”

“Shut up. I need to watch her eyes,” Jensen struggles to hold back. All he wants is to ruin your throat, and cum in your mouth. 

You blend the others out and focus on bobbing your head up and down Jensen’s cock. He twitches in your mouth, and you smirk around him. Men are so easy. If you want to hold power over them, give them a cunt to fuck and they are putty in your hands.

Spit and pre-cum run down your chin, tainting your skin as you choke around Jensen.

“SHIT!” Jensen growls loudly. He presses your head into his crotch, holding you there as he shoots his cum down your throat. “She’s perfect. Fuck…”

“My turn,” Jared grips his cock, thumb brushing over the head. “I can’t decide if I want to stretch her ass out or her pussy.”

“Breed that cunt,” Jeff orders. “Come on, boy. Be a man and fuck her cunt. We can share her ass later.”

“Fuck, yes.”

You feel another cock push inside your quivering cunt. Jared doesn’t waste time. Watching you get fucked was nice, but he wants to conquer your holes too.

Jeff and Jensen cheer Jared on, joining the sound of Jared’s flesh slapping against yours. Unlike Jeff, the younger man doesn’t hold back. He thrusts in and out of your already dripping cunt, making you gasp with every powerful thrust.

Jared is on the edge. He’s so close to cumming that he rams into you without restraint. You whimper but don’t tell him to stop. “Would you look at this perfect slut taking Jared’s cock. I knew she was the one.”

“Fuck, she’s going to cum,” Jared grunts as he spills into you. “So…fucking…good…”

“Do you think she learned her lesson?” Jensen watches you sleep soundly on the soft bed. “What now? She wanted us to get fired more than once.”

“Well, if we cannot be the star of the renewed Supernatural season, she will be the newest porn star on social media. I bet everyone wants to see her holes all stretched out…” Jeffrey grins darkly. “If she’s a good girl, she can be our whore by night.”

#jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jeffrey dean morgan #rpf #smut #moresome #spn #Taped on video - Kinktober 30 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #supernatural rpf #tw: daddy kink #tw: dubcon

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name.

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

#dean winchester #dean winchester smut #demon dean smut #deanwinchtser #dark! dean Winchester #smutty fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural smut #dark!smut #non-con

[collarbjt]

SPN 817

Start with the thousands-or millions of Dean’s bodies? What’s all these fuckin practices are about

Sam: Why were you praying to him? Oh Sammy, Cas is the only angel that your bro trusts in. …Though he’s quiet OFF, controlled by an angel Naomi now

Oh Meg…she hurts alot and where’s your beautiful black hair? Though her accent is still attractive

I believe Sammy will survive longer cause there are 7 more seasons left. Meg asked about Sam’s ex-girlfriend -Amelia who made Sam to give-up his hunter life for the period of time, is quiet awkward lol Cause everyone knows that Meg is his ex too.

What…Cas won’t hurt Dean…that practice for this, NOnooonononoCasNonoCas plz wakeup whump Dean is so beautifulawww oh Dean said I NEED YOU

FUCK CASTIEL LOVE DEAN SOOOOOOOMUCH Such a De-CANON-Stiel

Castiel : I am an angel of the lord

Oh shut up, who cares about that “GOD” stuff? You’re an angel of Dean Winchester, no exceptions allowed. Really, the best and only word to describe Cas’s feelings for Dean is just “LOVE”

Crowley is kinda funny character, but still so harmful for everyone

WHAT WHY DONT YA KNOW THE REASON OF YOUR SENSE BACKKK CAS!!!!!!!!! IT’S BC OF DEANNNNNNN this winged thing flees soooofast such a cutie!foolish!!!!! IDIOT!!!!!

Oh what fuck Meg is died??????? CROWLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY😡😡😡😡🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

#whump Dean #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #currently watching #destiel #castiel #crowely #spn season 8 #spn 8x17 #de-canon-stiel

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

4/8/2024 eclipse notes

Overall it was a hopeful day for me despite the ever-looming sense of mourning. but the eclipse made it feel special. this eclipse was so mathematically rare because of the exact EXACT chiron conjunction. down to the minute. never experienced something so precise in my 15 yrs observing astrology.. i lit a candle for sammy & spent a while praying then did yoga n journalled outside as the eclipse waned. u couldnt see the full thing here but i saw a little ^.^

i've talked about chiron on the blog b4 but if ur not sure basically it's a major asteroid named after chiron the centaur, "The Wounded Healer". i feel that nickname sums up wat chiron's about, it's your deepest pain, isolation, rejection, & it's where your greatest potential to heal others (+yourself) can be brought forth. so chiron was turbo-activated today. it's digging up a lot of sh** for me truly. like this is rly crazy. but what i realized today is that i'm in the best place i've ever been to grieve, that was my eclipse revelation i spose.

and this is the most painful loss i have experienced in a loooong long time bcus this was someone i spoke to basically every day for the past year. but even then, i feel sm more equipped to get thru it , even if i feel rly quiet rn & not like myself, i kno it'll pass & i'll feel like i can be normal again. dnt feel much like posting rn but i'll get back to it eventually cus sammy rly loved my blog like sincerely i never felt embarrassed that he read my posts. although i do feel this is causing me another minor crisis over internet usage & how to exist online, i know i have to keep posting for sammy P..

yeah ahh the sadness comes in waves but im really glad i am where i am rn to process it all. it's weird to know this will impact my whole life going forward. it makes me think back to sain;t's death and how that changed the course of everything. except back then i was in the WORST environment to cope with it. it's so different now. saint's full name was saint chiron too !! so i always think of them when new chiron sky theatrics are happening. i'm like Awww Saint Wouldve loved writing a 10 paragraph introspective post about this ...They trained me in this manner :>

couldnt resist a late night ramble as i am ever so restless. tomorrow i have therapy for the first time since the day before denji ate a ziploc bag and got emergency surgery. i think that was like 3? weeks ago?? so basically i'm convinced time isnt real anymore because there's no way it hasn't been 3 months. rapid fire trauma lol o_o like please wonderful lord in heaven can we just pick, a struggle , one single struggle is enough. tysm. thats all for now.. trying not to scroll the dash because everything make me feel too crazy rn so pls dont think im ignoring u everyone Ok ilu.. gn

[inkdemonapologist]

Sammy is a bard ,prophet is a cleric , joey is a druid, what does this makes henry and jack?

I feel like you COULD play a version of Sammy Lawrence as a bard, but you'd really have to have to go into it with party dynamics in mind. Because Sammy is PROFESSIONALLY good at being a support role; as much as he complains about Joey, it seems clear to me that he wants someone else to have the big ideas while he uses his genius musical brain to make those ideas work. The specific skill Joey loved in him in TIOL was how good he was at making other people look good. So if you set up Joey or Henry as some sort of dashing hero and Sammy as the bard in the background making him succeed, it'd work. But left to his own devices, Sammy doesn't tend towards the bard's subtlety. He's not the sort to cast charm person, he's the sort to scream at everyone until they leave him alone. He runs in with an axe and zero plan because he's feeling big emotions. He's the least subtle and most gullible man on the planet. I've always seen Sammy as a barbarian whose passion happens to be music.

Joey's the bard. He says a thing that's visibly, provably untrue and contradicts other things that he himself has said and against all odds people believe him. Last time I pondered D&D classes for BatIMs, I think I gave Jack bard or rogue, and Henry either fighter or monk.

But then I realised you mention Prophet, who is only really a separate entity in the Cthulhu AU, so hm! The Cthulhu boys are tough to give D&D classes to, because the whole nature of Call of Cthulhu means that they often don't have "powers" so much as "horrifying things they've learned", so it makes more sense to look at the vibes of what they do than their literal abilities. In terms of how they come across to me, I'd lean more bard and/or some kind of mind powers for Joey, some kind of supporty/healy for Jack, and either late-bloomer magic or some kinda tank class for Henry -- maybe paladin, so then Pointy Henry can be a fallen paladin. But they aren't my characters, so the others would have to weigh in to be sure!

Sammy in Cthulhu AU is absolutely still a barbarian though; his only social skill is Being Very Intimidating, he's the least magical of the four boys, and next to Henry he's the most likely to channel his terror into rage and Just Punch It. Prophet is a little harder to place, because while he does canonically have to beseech his lord for his prophecies like a cleric does for spells, neither of the Sammys are really built for Magic outside of that, and Prophet's actual style of fighting is just a slightly stealthier version of Shepherd Sammy -- so, more Rogue, tbh. If you lean into Vibes instead of what they literally do, then Prophet's vibes more closely match a very loyal warlock -- he is not praying for spells and marching armoured into battle with an array of supportive blessings, he is seeking his patron's will and then sneaking through the shadows to do as he's asked, ignoring the party's needs unless he believes his lord requires him to help them.

#i know you have questions you always do

[theres-a-tvjoe]

as long as stars are above you - drw x sfk

Hi hi hi I’m back with another sanny fic because I can’t stop myself 🫡

Set in the same universe as ‘nice guys throw punches’ and just unmitigated, completely indulgent fluff.

Tags: proposal (!!), engagement, conspiring siblings, family fluff, softest boys in the world

READ ON AO3

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“Okay, I’m just pulling up to the house to pick up Sam,” Josie whispers into the phone, not waiting for Danny to even say hello. She has one hand on the steering wheel of her car as she pulls up out front of the Kiszka family home, peering out the window to make sure Sam isn’t waiting outside.

“Why are you whispering?” Danny whispers back, sitting in his own car a block away where he won’t be spotted. “They can’t hear you.”

“Shut it, asshole,” Josie rolls her eyes, knowing Danny will be able to hear that even over the phone. “Which one of us is taking this plan seriously?”

Danny snorts. “I really doubt anyone is taking this plan more seriously than I am, considering it was my idea and I’m about to walk myself into the proverbial lion’s den.”

“A lion’s den you’ve had your own key for since you were like, 15. I’d hardly classify your second family’s home as a lion's den.”

“You know what I mean,” Danny nearly whines, sighing. “I’m nervous, Jo.”

Josie sighs fondly, sitting back against the driver’s seat as she puts the car in park.

“I know you are,” she says gently. “But Dan, they adore you. You’ve been a fixture in the Kiszka family for over a decade - well before you and Sam ever started dating. And now you’ve been together, what? Five years?”

“Six,” Danny provides, heart fluttering.

“Right,” Josie says. “So this isn’t going to be a surprise to them. They’re going to be thrilled and they’re going to be so touched that you wanted to do this.”

Danny exhales, nodding even though he knows Josie can’t see him.

“I just -,” he swallows. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Jo. And thanks for helping.”

“You’re my big brother, Danny,” Josie says, her smile obvious through the phone. “And Sam is one of my favourite people - it’s not like it’s a hardship to hang out with him, even if I have to pretend it’s for a super secret early birthday present for you.”

“You better get me something good,” Danny says, smiling.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry,” she quips. “I already pre-ordered your big pile of nothing, just have to go pick it up -”

Danny hears a door close in the background of the call, and his heart kicks in his chest.

“Oh shit, he’s coming out,” Josie whispers. “You’ve got two hours - go ask for your blessing! Love you, bye!”

Danny doesn’t even get a word in before she’s hung up. He blows out a breath, starting his car and waiting until he’s sure Sam and Josie are gone before driving up to the Kiszka family home. A break from touring and Christmas coming up means everyone is home under one roof.

Danny gets out of the car, wiping his hands on his pants and taking a steadying breath. Here goes nothing.

-

Danny knocks twice on the door before opening it, just as he’s done since he first met the Kiszka family. It’s so instinctual even though Karen constantly reminds him he doesn’t need to worry, that he’s welcome any time.

“Knock knock,” he calls out, praying his voice doesn’t betray how nervous he is. He can hear sounds coming from the living room, the odd twang of a guitar amidst lively conversation.

Karen’s head pokes around the corner and she smiles widely, immediately coming forward with arms open for a hug.

“Hi honey!” she says, pulling Danny down for a hug. “I didn’t think we’d see you today - Sammy just left.”

“I know,” Danny says, hugging Karen tightly. She’s always been so kind to him, welcoming him with open arms as a gangly teenager and never letting him go. “I actually came to see you all, if that’s okay.”

She presses a firm kiss to his cheek, patting the other one with a gentle hand.

“Of course it is, Daniel, you know that,” she gently admonishes him. She brushes a few errant snowflakes from his shoulders before leading him to the living room. “Come sit, we just made coffee.”

Everyone is seated comfortably in various spots, Jake reclined on the floor with his back against the couch, guitar in hand. Josh is folded like a pretzel in the arm chair, an obscenely large mug in one hand and a book of Mad Libs in the other (concerning, Danny thinks, because the last thing Josh Kiszka needs is a structured game for fart jokes, but he’ll worry about it later). Ronnie is sitting on the other side of the coffee table on the floor, working diligently at untangling a gnarled rope of twinkling lights.

“Hey kiddo,” Kelly says, smiling from where he’s seated on the couch. “Didn’t think we’d see you today - you want a coffee? Come sit.”

“I uh,” Danny clears his throat, wiping his palms on his pants again. God, why is he so sweaty all of a sudden? It’s snowing outside, for fuck’s sake. He’s wearing one of his favourite sweaters (re: one Karen bought him a few Christmases ago that’s covered in little knitted pine trees) and a nicer pair of pants, but he suddenly feels underdressed. “I came to talk to you guys, actually. All of you, if that’s okay.”

It seems to get their collective attention, Karen sitting with a worried expression next to Kelly and Jake setting his guitar down.

“Is everything okay?” Ronnie asks, hands stilling on the tangled lights.

“Yeah, yep,” Danny says, cracking his knuckles nervously. “It’s not - it’s good, not bad. I hope.”

“Sweetheart, why don’t you sit down?” Karen says gently, gesturing to the empty loveseat across from them all.

Danny nods, sitting.

He stands back up almost immediately, too nervous to sit still. He shifts on his feet, swallowing.

“Okay,” he says, more to himself than to the family sitting in front of him. Josh is giving him a worried look, and Jake’s gaze is steady but gentle. “Okay, yeah. So. Alright. Um.”

“Danny,” Josh says, shifting a little to sit forward. “It’s just us. What’s going on?”

Danny looks at them all, taking in the kindness and concern so evident on all of their faces. Faces he’s known for most of his life now. Faces he loves. Faces that are so reflective of the one he loves most in the world.

He nods, blowing out a breath. He makes himself sit down, resting his elbows on his knees and threading his hands together just so they’re occupied.

“You’ve all known me since I was so young,” he starts, praying his voice won’t break. “And you’ve never been anything but welcoming and kind. You gave me a second home like it was no big deal, fed me, cared for me, treated me like I was one of your own.”

Karen takes Kelly’s hand, squeezing it like she’s anticipating something.

“I want to thank you for that,” Danny says, looking at them. He’s doing his best to keep it together, but it’s getting harder by the second. “All of you. It means more to me than I could ever say, and I’m so grateful for each of you and the room you made for me in your lives. It’s a privilege that I don’t take for granted, and I want you to know that.”

“Of course we know that, Danny,” Kelly says, smiling softly. “We love you, kid.”

Danny nods, swallowing. He can feel tears burning behind his eyes, but resolutely keeps them at bay.

“I love you too, so much,” he says, and his voice wobbles a little. He clears his throat. “The respect I have for each of you and for this family is - I can’t even really put it into words. Your opinions and perspectives carry so much weight for me, and I know they do for Sam as well. You’re his world, you know? This family is everything to him, and he’s everything to me.”

“Danny -” Karen says gently, like she’s worried he’s about to fall to pieces.

He gives her a reassuring smile, laughing a little. “Sorry, I know this is kind of weird,” he says. “But I’m almost there, I swear. I just have to say this. It’s important.”

Karen nods, squeezing Kelly’s hand and giving Danny an encouraging nod. Josh, Jake, and Ronnie are still watching Danny carefully.

“I got Josie to take Sam out this morning because I wanted to do this just us,” he explains. He sits up a little, heart pounding. “To have this moment, this conversation. And - well, I guess it’s not really asking for your blessing because we all know that Sam is going to do whatever he wants regardless of what anyone says, but -”

Karen gasps, pressing her hand to her mouth.

Danny smiles, letting out a shuddering breath as he nods. He digs out a little box from his pocket, holding it in his hand.

“I’m going to ask Sam to marry me,” he says, and the words feel like a song. Like the perfect progression of chords, like a rhythm that never ends. He can’t help the nervous laugh that follows, because he just dropped his heart onto the coffee table and has to hope for the best. “And I wanted you all to know first, so that we could talk if, you know, if there was anything you were worried about.”

There’s a moment of silence, certainly no more than a few seconds, that feels like an eternity. And then it’s suddenly broken by a sound, a half hiccuped laugh punctuated by a sniffle.

It’s Jake. His chin is wobbling and there are tears filling his eyes faster than they can roll down his cheeks and he’s smiling.

“Oh, Jakey,” Josh sighs fondly with his own eyes shining, immediately getting out of the armchair to join his twin on the floor. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, tugging him close.

“Jake,” Danny breathes, his own eyes burning. He sits forward, half out of his seat. “Are you - hey, it’s okay -”

Jake shakes his head, still smiling while wiping roughly at his eyes.

“No, it’s - these are happy tears, I swear,” he croaks, voice breaking and choked with tears. “Jesus, Danny. You’ve been our brother for so long, and now it’ll be official.”

“If you’ll have me,” Danny manages to say, tears finally spilling over as he looks at them all. “If Sam will have me.”

That seems to set everyone into motion, all of them getting up and tugging Danny into a massive hug. They’re all crying, happy tears and excited laughter bubbling from the tangle of limbs they’ve made.

“Oh, this is just so special,” Karen sniffs, finally letting Danny go and wiping her eyes. “My first son-in-law!”

“Wait wait,” Ronnie says, holding her hand out. “You had a ring box. Show us!”

“Jake just stopped crying,” Danny teases, earning a whack from the younger twin. He opens the little black box, revealing the gold and black band inside. Golden letters shimmer through the silken black enamel:

ALWAYS

“You’re setting the bar way too high,” Ronnie sniffles, taking the ring out and looking at it. “He’s going to love it. God, he’s going to freak.”

“When are you going to do it?” Josh asks, taking his turn with the ring.

“Well, I was thinking tonight,” Danny says, grinning. “We’ve got a few days before Christmas, so we can celebrate and still leave room for actual Christmas stuff.”

“And then it’s your birthday,” Jake points out.

“Yeah, but that’s whatever,” Danny waves it away. Jake rolls his eyes in disagreement.

“There's supposed to be really nice snowfall tonight,” Danny continues. “So I think we’ll go for a walk. I’ll bring something warm to drink and tell Sam to bring his camera and then,” he wiggles the ring box.

Karen claps her hands together, looking at Kelly. “We can have everyone over tonight,” she says excitedly. “Danny, your family knows, right?”

Danny laughs, her excitement endearing. “They know, yeah.”

“Okay, oh my god,” she says, half spinning on the spot looking for her phone. “Kelly, call Dan and Lori, tell them we’re coming over. We can get everything ready there and then bring it back here so Sam doesn’t suspect anything. We’ll get champagne and snacks and when the boys get back we can surprise Sam and celebrate!”

“Mama,” Josh laughs, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders. “Maybe check with Danny and see if that’s something he wants as part of the night.”

Karen immediately presses her hand to her mouth, turning and grabbing Danny’s hands.

“Oh, of course,” she says. “I’m so sorry, honey! I’m just excited. But whatever you want, if you want the night to yourselves -”

Danny shakes his head, pulling her in for a hug.

“That all sounds amazing,” he insists. “Having everyone together would be perfect.”

Karen claps, nearly jumping up and down on the spot. She turns, looking at her family.

“Alright, Kiszkas. We have work to do!”

-

By the time Danny manages to wrangle Sam out of the house for an evening walk, the sun is beginning to set. They’d enjoyed dinner just the two of them, the house conveniently empty.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Sam says, looking through the lens of his camera. “You were right. The light is really nice - god damned winter golden hour shit.”

Danny whistles. “Wow, I might have to write that down. You admitted I was right about something.”

“I’m known for my benevolence.”

“Uh huh,” Danny laughs, holding out a hand for Sam to take. It’s cold, but not so cold that it’s miserable to be outside. They’re bundled up, noses turning pink and breath visible, but the way the setting sun reflects off the snow makes it all worth it.

“Let’s go this way,” Danny says, leading Sam down the path to the nearby park. “Josie was telling me they strung up a bunch of twinkling lights over the bridge.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to put the moves on me, Wagner,” Sam wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you trying to romance me? Woo me? I’m a tough sell, you know.”

Danny snorts. “Oh believe me, I know. You make me work for it.”

“Yeah, but worth the effort,” Sam grins, swinging their hands. They talk about everything and nothing, Sam artfully dodging questions about what he did during the day, thinking he’s keeping a birthday surprise for Danny a secret.

It’s incredibly endearing, and it eases the nerves fluttering in Danny’s stomach.

“Oh wow, that’s pretty,” Sam says, taking his hand back from Danny to snap a photo of the snow dusted park bridge. It’s small, arching pleasantly over a now frozen pond, and twinkling golden lights are strung from the trees on either side and through the railings.

“Here,” Danny says, holding his hand out for the camera. “Go stand on the bridge, I want to take a picture of you.”

“You have a million pictures of me,” Sam says, but hands it over as he walks onto the bridge, standing in the middle.

“Yeah, but this one is special,” Danny murmurs, holding the camera up to his eye. Sam is smiling widely, the glowing sun behind Danny lighting him just enough to paint him gold.

Once he takes it, he moves to join Sam on the bridge, thankful they have the park to themselves in the quiet evening.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling Sam close and pressing their cheeks together. He holds the camera out, hoping it’s at least a little in focus as he takes the selfie.

“That’s what front facing phone cameras are for, grandpa,” Sam teases, still smiling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny says. He swallows, heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hey, do me a favour?”

“Nope,” Sam says immediately, popping the p as he starts fiddling with his lens cap.

Danny rolls his eyes, because of course.

“Just -,” he grabs Sam by the shoulders, turning him to face the opposite way, his back to Danny.

“Don’t manhandle me, Daniel -“

“I have a surprise for you, you brat,” Danny laughs. “Shut up and let me do it.”

Sam makes a delighted noise. “Well in that case, carry on.”

“Thanks,” Danny says drily.

The sun is below the horizon now, stars just starting to twinkle overhead. The lights in the trees and on the bridge are casting everything in the golden glow and - just as Danny takes a deep breath - big, fluffy snowflakes start to fall.

He takes the ring box out of his jacket pocket, and lowers himself to one knee. He doesn’t feel the cold - every bone in his body, every nerve ending, every cell, every bit of stardust he’s made of is focused solely on Sam.

“Okay,” Danny says, thankful his voice comes out steady as he opens the box. “You can turn around now.”

Sam turns around, and it takes him a split second to realize Danny isn’t standing. His hands come up to his heart so fast that it almost looks like it hurts.

“Are you fucking serious,” he blurts.

Danny laughs, head thrown back. It’s the most Sam reaction he could’ve hoped for.

“Yeah, Sammy,” Danny says softly, smiling up at him. He can feel the tears in his eyes, but he couldn’t care less. “I’m serious. You have to let me say what I want to say, alright?”

For once - ever, maybe - Sam says nothing, simply nodding, hands over his heart like he’s trying to keep it in his chest.

“Shit,” Danny laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Was really hoping I’d keep it together.”

“You’re doing great,” Sam nearly whispers, the tremble in his voice so painfully sweet that it brings fresh tears to Danny’s eyes.

Danny takes a steadying breath, looking up at Sam.

“Sam,” he starts, no longer fighting the emotion in his voice. “You’ve been my best friend for what feels like my whole life, and if I’m honest, I think I’ve loved you for just as long. You push me, you challenge me, you comfort me, and you understand me like no one else in the world. Every day that I wake up next to you feels like I’ve won the fucking lottery.”

“Even when I steal the blankets?” Sam asks, tears running unchecked down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny laughs, sniffling. “Even when you steal the blankets. Sometimes I think about what life would be like if we hadn’t found each other, if fate or the universe or god or whatever hadn’t brought us together. And… I can’t see it. Not because it’s too painful to imagine, but because I know that there’s no world, no universe, no reality where there’s a me without you. There’s no existence where there’s a Daniel Wagner without a Samuel Kiszka to follow anywhere and everywhere. And -“

He has to take a second to wipe his eyes and take a breath, voice breaking.

“And that makes me feel like I could take on the world, Sam,” he whispers. “It makes me feel unstoppable. Knowing I have you next to me, in my corner and by my side, it makes me feel like there’s nothing I couldn’t do.”

He reaches out and tugs one of Sam’s hands down, pressing his lips to the cold skin of his knuckles.

“You make me so fucking happy, Sam,” he says. “And if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make you feel the same way. Will you marry me?”

There's a long moment of silence, and then before Danny even registers that the other man has moved, his back is hitting the snow and he has his arms full of Sam Kiszka.

“Yes!” Sam cries, the sound muffled by Danny’s hair and jacket and probably a mouthful of snow. He’s pressing furious kisses to Danny’s neck, then his jaw, and then all over his face, each punctuated by another ‘yes!’.

Sam sits up, straddling Danny’s lap, hair flying wild and snowflakes kissing his eyelashes.

“I’m making Daniel Wagner my husband!” He whoops, so loud that Danny can’t help but laugh. He rests his hands on Sam’s thighs, content to stare up at him for as long as he can.

Sam looks like an angel, cheeks flushed with cold and lashes still damp with joyous tears. Danny takes Sam’s left hand, setting the ring box on his own chest to pull the gold band out.

“There,” he says, sliding the band onto Sam’s ring finger. “Official.”

Sam lifts his hand, looking at the band. His smile is radiant, eyes shining.

“Always,” he reads aloud. He leans down, holding Danny’s jaw with his left hand as he brushes their noses together. “Promise?”

Danny smiles. “Promise.”

-

“Shh, they’re coming!” Ronnie hisses, nearly skidding on the floor as she runs to hide behind the couch.

All the lights are out in the Kiszka home, everyone tucked behind various pieces of furniture to conceal themselves from view. Strung over the fireplace is a massive banner, lovingly but hastily painted with hearts and ‘CONGRATULATIONS DANNY AND SAM’.

“Man, this will be awkward if Sam said no,” Josie remarks, yelping when Lori pinches her side in reprimand.

The sound of a key turning in the lock makes everyone quiet down, the door opening.

Sam is tapping his boots against the hallway mat, shaking off the snow. “Daniel, if we still have the house to ourselves then I’m about to give you the ride of your life -“

Danny’s eyes go wide, cheeks flushing. He knows everyone is within earshot. “Sam -“

“SURPRISE!”

The lights turn on and everyone pops up from behind couches and bookshelves. Sam nearly jumps out of his skin, screaming and instinctively grabbing for Danny.

“Thank god we interrupted that sentence,” Josh quips, blowing into a paper party horn. Danny looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head with a grin.

“Well?!” Karen asks, bouncing on the spot.

Sam doesn’t move for a long moment, face impressively passive.

Danny pinches him and Sam breaks into a wide grin, holding up his hand. The gold band is there, a perfect fit.

“We’re engaged!” He hollers, immediately kicking off his shoes and jumping into the chaos of family, everyone shouting in excitement and piling in for hugs.

Danny grins, taking off his jacket and shoes, letting himself savour the view for just a moment before joining the fray.

“I like the banner,” he says once he’s exchanged hugs and kisses with everyone, putting his arm around Sam. Around his fiancé.

“Let’s just say there was a battle of wills to end up where we are now,” Dan says, giving his son a rueful smile.

“I maintain ‘same penis forever’ is a great engagement banner,” Josh says, somehow now in possession of a paper party hat that says ‘bridesmaid’ on it.

“It is,” Jake agrees.

“Alright,” Karen claps her hands, ignoring the twins. “Time for a toast!”

Kelly pops a bottle of champagne, filling glasses as everyone passes them around. There’s music playing in the background, the fireplace lit, the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner. Danny’s pretty sure he’s never been happier in his life.

He pulls Sam close, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“We’ve all been family for so long,” Dan says, holding up his glass. “But it feels like magic to welcome you officially into the family tonight, Sam. We couldn’t ask for anything more in a son in law, and couldn’t ask for anyone better for Danny. We love you.”

Danny presses his face into Sam’s hair, trying to keep more tears at bay, but it’s useless. He’s too happy, too fucking grateful for this moment.

“Thank you, Dan,” Sam says, eyes shining.

“And to our gentle giant,” Kelly says, raising his glass. “Danny, it’s our honour to officially welcome you to our family. You’ve been a brother to Jake and Josh since you were just a kid, but to Sam you were always more - his lighthouse, his rock. You make each other better, and we are so proud of you both.”

“To Sam and Danny,” Jake calls, lifting his glass.

“To Sam and Danny!”

The clink of glasses sounds like ringing bells as Danny leans down to kiss Sam properly, smiling against his lips.

“To us,” he whispers.

“Hell yeah,” Sam grins. “Always, baby.”

#danny gvf #jake kiszka #sanny #sanny gvf #sam kiszka/danny wagner #sam kiszka #sam gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #danny wagner

[sacredjake]

Peanut Butter Blossom

pairing: Sam Kiszka x Rhi

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none! pure fluff, some cussing

merry (late) christmas @lightsofthe-living-gvf!!!! i’m your secret santa! i wanna apologize for being late, this christmas has been crazy! i’ve enjoyed getting to know you and talking about some of our favorite shared interests!!! i hope you like it! i hope you had a wonderful holiday, merry christmas rhi <3333

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There was a loud ding from the oven signaling that the cookies you had put in were finally done. You turned the oven off and grabbed the oven mit from the counter before opening the door and taking the sweet smelling treat out. You set them on the stovetop to allow them to cool for a moment and grabbed the cooling racks out of the nearest cabinet. One by one you transferred each cookie from the baking sheet onto the cooling rack. 

When each cookie was moved to the elevated rack you decided to check on the chicken and dumpling soup you had made. The dish was basically done, just requiring a gentle stir every now and then until it was time to be served. Thankfully the crockpot you made it in would keep the contents nice and warm while you made the short drive to your best friend’s house. 

Tonight was the annual friendsmas that you and your friends put together. Each person would bring a dish for a sort of potluck style dinner along with a gift for the game White Elephant. You had the honor of bringing the main dish this year- as volunteered by your friends. You had hosted the party the previous year and made the same chicken and dumpling recipe and everyone had insisted that you make it again this year. The dish was one of your favorites to make so you didn’t mind in the slightest, and were actually excited that they had loved it so much. 

You had been looking forward to this event since your best friends had left on tour. You were also extremely nervous to see one friend in particular. Sam had been your best friend for a few years, and you had always had a crush on him. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in almost four months and you couldn’t calm the butterflies in your stomach. 

Without needing much more to do to get ready, once the cookies were cooled and you were finally dressed, you loaded up your contributions to the party in your car. Snow crunched underneath your feet as you made your way around to your driver’s door. You were just glad it wasn’t actively snowing. 

A few minutes later you were pulling into your best friend’s driveway right behind a white jeep truck you could only assume was Josh’s. With slightly shaky hands, you began unloading the items you had brought, having much more difficulty getting them out than you did putting them in. For whatever reason, most likely the nerves from seeing Sammy again, you couldn’t remember how exactly you had carried everything out to your car, and there was no way you were going to be able to carry it all. Just when you were about to give up and make another trip outside in the cold, a voice rang out. 

“I can’t believe Josh beat yo- Rhi, why didn’t you just text me and ask for help!” Sam scolded you playfully, his long arm reaching over the car door easily and plucking the gift and bag of cookies from your hands. 

“I was doing just fine, thank you.” You lied cooling and prayed that your hands would stop shaking. With one hand free you were finally able to grasp the handles of your crockpot with ease. 

“Yeah because dropping the ginormous crockpot full of delicious chicken and dumplings is ‘doing just fine’.” He snickered.

Everything about Sam made your heart flutter, even his jokes and antics. 

“It was gonna work, I wasn’t gonna drop anything.” 

You followed behind him after shutting the car door with your foot, and walked up the walkway. No matter how many times you walked into Sam’s house it was always inviting. Although  it had little to do with the actual space itself. You knew it didn’t matter where Sam lived, anywhere he existed was home to you. 

Shortly after entering through the front door there were excited exclamations to be heard about your arrival. Josh, of course, was the loudest and first to be heard.  

“Rhi!” He nearly pushed his younger brother to the ground trying to reach you for a hug. Not even waiting for the reciprocation of the hug, his arms wrapped around you tightly. 

“Hi Josh.” You barely breathe out and pat his shoulder. He was squeezing you so tightly you weren’t sure how long you could go without air. 

“Jesus, Josh, loosen up, we haven’t seen her in almost four months and you’re gonna kill her.” Jake half teased his twin, and Josh’s hold on you loosened quickly. 

“Shit sorry, mama. I’ve just missed you so much!” 

“I missed you too, Josh.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his slightly overexcited state. 

Soon Josh was pushed away by his twin so he could steal a hug from you. While Sam and Danny were your best friends, you had gotten close with the twins after all the years. It was kind of hard not to when they were always around. 

“So glad to see you, Rhi. Hope you’re doing well.” Jake’s hug was a lot faster, and less forceful than Josh’s. You told him how happy you were to see everyone and how proud of them you were. 

“Hey now,” You could recognize the next man’s voice anywhere, even if you couldn’t see him, “Where’s my hug?” 

“Oh I’m sorry, were you expecting one?” There was only playful teasing laced in your voice. He knew it too. 

“My hugs are the only ones that matter.” 

“Well someone thinks awfully big of himself.” 

You were staring up at him with a large smile on your face, completely unable to keep it from showing. He mirrored your expression, his lips turned up in a crooked smile. Neither of you wanted to be the first to crack, but Danny always gave into you. The small crack of his smile grew into a wide grin followed by a playful roll of his eyes. 

“Just give me a hug, dammit! I’ve missed you!” 

Danny pulled you into him without a single protest from you. He wasn’t wrong though, his hugs were the only ones that mattered. Aside from Sammy’s, but that’s only because you were hopelessly in love with Sam. 

He squeezed you firmly and rocked you both from side to side before letting go. Danny couldn’t completely let you go though. He held the top of your arms and gazed down at you happily. 

“I’ve missed you so much, bug. You really gotta come join us for a show soon.” 

“I will, Danny. Soon.” 

“Good.” He pulled you in for one last quick hug as Sam entered back into the space. One again you could feel your heart rate pick up just from him being in the same room as you. 

“Alright everyone, all the food has been set up, so let’s make our plates and dig in! The faster we eat, the sooner we get to open gifts!” 

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“Guys I can not make chicken and dumplings again next year! Three years in a row is enough!” 

“Aw c’mon, Rhi! Please!” Josh begged from across the table. Everyone else agreed. 

Dinner had been long consumed and everyone was still sitting at the dining table with their empty plates and bowls in front of them. Throughout the meal you couldn’t help the way your eyes naturally, and constantly drifted to Sam. You were glad Sam liked to talk a lot because it meant you had more of a reason to steal glances at him. There was much to catch up on between the boys and their band, their partners lives and your studies. Between eating and talking you hadn’t even gotten to the desert yet. 

“No, no. I think next year Jake should make the main dish!” 

“I resent being nominated, but I’ll do it.” 

You stood from your seat and waved him off before disappearing into the next room where all the deserts had been left. 

“Besides,” You walked back into the kitchen and shook the bag of cookies, “I brought cookies for everyone!” 

“Oh fuck yes! You make the best cookies!” Sam shook his fist excitedly from his seat. There were other rounds of praise coming from the rest of your friends as you handed them out. 

“I did it a little differently this year. Instead of making everyone the same cookie, I gifted you cookies that I think fit you. Hopefully you enjoy them… And of course you each have one chocolate chip cookie.” 

“So who got what?” Danny asked to your right. 

“Josh, I made you some classic, but fun christmas sugar cookies. Jake, you got the gingerbread cookie. Danny, those are chocolate crinkle cookies, and Sammy I made the peanut butter blossom cookies for you!” 

“Peanut butter blossom?! Fuck yes! All your cookies can suck it! Mine are superior!” Sam pointed to his brothers in some sort of self-proclaimed victory before digging into the bag of treats.

Danny cleared his throat next to you earning the attention from you and everyone else. “No way, Samuel, clearly the chocolate crinkle cookies are the best cookies. That’s why she made them for me.” He was nonchalant in his boasting unlike the youngest brother.

“Guys-“ 

“Mine are a classic, which obviously makes them the best cookie ever. Everyone loves a classic.”

“Um guys-“ You tried to put an end to their ridiculous game of ‘my cookie insinuates I’m better’, but none of them would let you get a word in.

“Well I hate to break it to you, but actually I have the best cookies. Gingerbread is a fan favorite. Just like me.” Jake added in his two sense, smug smile and all as he broke the cookie in half and took a bite.

“Oh I am never making you guys personalized cookies ever again.” 

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After the cookie debacle, which lasted for about a half hour before you decided to just leave the room altogether, everyone headed into Sam’s living room for White Elephant. You ended up with the beautiful leather bound journal and some nice pens that Josh had brought, and Danny got the soft, green queen size blanket that you had brought. He currently had it wrapped around his body laying on Sam’s couch snoozing next to you while you and Sam caught up. Jake and Josh had left an hour ago leaving the three of you to hang out, but Danny knocked out shortly after.

“Rhi, seriously, you’re gonna have to teach me how to make these cookies! They’re amazing!” Sam popped another peanut butter blossom into his mouth while he looked at you happily. You thought you could melt right there under his elated gaze. 

“Well, I could show you how to make them right now if you have all the ingredients?” 

“Right now?” 

You nodded your head eagerly in response. 

“Hell yes! Tell me what we need.”

After all the ingredients were gathered and laid out on the countertop, you showed Sam how to make the cookies. He followed along intently, and executed every instruction that you gave him. You could tell he was really trying his best to be serious. When the oven was up to temperature you let him stick the baking tray onto the rack and set the timer.

“Now while we wait we can clean up our mess.” You picked up the leftover ingredients and began putting them back where they belonged. By the time you were ready to clean up the bowl you used to mix everything together, Sam had almost licked it clean.

“Sammy we’re supposed to be cleaning up this mess, not eating!” You playfully scolded him.

“Mess? I don’t see a mess.” He pretended to look around the kitchen until his eyes settled on you in a mischievous way. “Oh no, you’re right. There is a huge mess to clean up.” 

You knew immediately what he was planning on doing and tried your best to back away in time, but he caught you by the wrist. 

“Sam, I swear to god, don’t you dare even think abou-” Before you could get the rest of your sentence out, Sam had smeared cookie batter on your cheek. Not like a small amount either. No this was more like a handful of raw cookie dough straight to the face. 

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” 

He was so busy stuffing his face earlier that he didn’t know you were about to put away the flour before he started this. You reached behind you blindly and grabbed a fistful of flour in your hand. Particles of flour flew around as you sprinkled the powder on top of his head. 

“Rhi- Oh sweet Rhi, you have made a grave mistake my dear.” The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a smirk. 

You didn’t understand what he was so smug about. Almost everything had already been put away and there wasn’t much that he could attack you with at this point. 

But then it hit you. 

You hadn’t put away the eggs yet. 

In the same moment that you made the connection, Sam had slapped an egg on top of your head. You could feel the liquid yolk and white of the egg run down your scalp. It started to drip onto your face when the shock wore off. Not giving him a chance to react, you turned around quickly and grabbed two eggs and smashed them both on Sam’s hair. It was you who was smiling full of cockiness at the sight of your best friend’s face. 

Sam reached a long arm behind you and grabbed his own handful of flour. You took the opportunity to reach into the mixing bowl for cookie dough. Sam tossed the flour directly at your mouth, aiming for your neck, and busted out laughing. 

“Ow! Shit!” You dropped the cookie batter and instead cupped your hand to your eye. 

Sam stopped laughing almost immediately and turned his worried attention on you. 

“Oh shit, Rhi, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to get in your eye.” His large hands cradled your face as he tried to get a look at your eye. “Hey can you try and open it for me? God I’m so sorry.”  

After a moment you were able to open your eye. It still stung, and it was watering pretty good, but the pain was subsiding. You knew the white of your eye had to be bright red though. 

“You got me good, Samuel.” You teased even though he still looked worried as ever. He was a lot closer than you thought, his hands still on both your cheeks. “Is it worse than that time I gave you pink eye?”  

The look of worry left his face and a small smile cracked across his mouth. 

“Always trying to crack a joke.” He huffed a laugh in disbelief and shook his head. “One of the many reasons I fell for you.” 

You felt as though your heart stopped beating. There was no way you heard him right, surely he meant something else? Except the look on his face told you he hadn’t meant to say that at all. 

“Did you just say why you fell for me?” 

He looked completely frantic, yet he wasn’t moving at all. Standing like a deer caught in headlights while his mind resembled a squirrel sprinting across the street trying to dodge cars. He stammered a few times before actually speaking again. 

“No I-“ 

“Yes you did. I- I know that’s what I heard come out of your mouth… You- You’re in love with me?” There was no look on your face giving away your true feelings. The tone of your voice wasn’t helpful either. Disbelief was the only emotion you were showing. 

The gears turning in Sam’s mind were practically visible to you. He was debating on keeping this going or just finally admitting the truth. He took a deep sigh and squeezed his eyes shut, answering on the exhale. 

“I am-“ He took another breath trying to slow his racing heart “So in love with you, Rhi. You have no clue just how much I really love you.” When he opened his eyes you could see how much he meant it. 

“Sammy… I-“ 

“You don’t feel the same, I know…” 

“No you big dummy,” You chuckled slightly and grabbed his hands, “I’m in love with you too, Sammy. I have been for some time.” 

“Really?” He almost seemed confused. 

“Yes!” 

Sam dropped your hands and wrapped his arms around your back lifting you in the air quickly. He spun you around before setting you back to the ground, beaming at you the entire time. The second his arms detangled themselves from you he pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, smiley kiss. Neither of you minded that you were still completely covered in food, you could barely register that his lips were pressed against yours. 

“Best. Friendsmas. Ever. I love you so much!” He spoke happily against your lips between kisses. 

“I love you too, Sammy.” 

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[tngrayson]

Tuesday

A/N: A little something I found during a desktop cleanup. This is OLD, but I thought I’d post it anyway.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warning: Angsty

Word Count: 650

Summary: Sam just loves Tuesdays (Sarcasm)

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“Wake up, Sammy. It’s Tuesday,” you say, leaning down to kiss his cheek to wake him gently.

Sam wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and sighing contentedly. “Morning.”

“Is that…bacon?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Come on, Jody’s making breakfast.”

Jody had asked the three of you to come to Sioux Falls yesterday evening. You were all packed up and heading over before she could even tell you why she wanted you there, and when you finally arrived in the middle of the night, she had insisted that you all get some rest first.

You and Sam joined Dean and Jody in her kitchen. The boys sat at the table, Dean with his coffee, and Sam with the smoothie Jody handed him as soon as he walked in. While you helped Jody put the final touches on breakfast, Asia’s ‘Heat of the Moment’ comes on. Dean snatches up his phone to change the song. “Sorry, Sammy.”

Sam grimaces, briefly remembering the torture that Gabriel put him through all those years ago.

“So, Jody, why’d you call us over here? Got a case for us?”

The doorbell rings suddenly, pulling everyone’s attention for a moment. “That’d be Bobby,” Jody mentions.  

“I got it,” you say, putting down the knife you were holding to run and answer the door.

Sam gets up, grabbing your arm before you can leave the kitchen. He pulls you close, taking his time to breathe in your scent. “Don’t get that.”

You laugh, a little confused. “Why? It’s just Bobby-“

“It’s not Bobby.” Sam’s words have an odd sense of truth and finality to them, but you make to answer the door anyway. Sam grabs your arm again, hard enough to hurt this time. “Please.”

Dean and Jody tense, uncomfortable with Sam’s sudden shift in behavior. Dean’s voice sounds like a threat. “Sam…”

Sam realizes what he’s done and jerks his hand away from you as if your skin were searing hot against his own. Absently, you rub your arm where he grabbed you. The doorbell rings again, and Sam bites his lip in anticipation. Bracing himself for what’s on the other side.

“Okay, consider me spooked, Sammy. What the Hell’s going on?”

He spares a glance at Jody and Dean in the kitchen. They’re completely still; frozen in time. For some reason, you haven’t noticed.

“It’s a Demon.”

“You sure it’s not just Bobby? I mean, Jody just said-“

“I’m positive.”

“What else are you positive about, Sammy?”

“It’s gonna kill you,” he finally breaths.

The doorbell rings again, and you hear Bobby. “You idjits gonna let me in or not?”

Sam shudders at the sound, and a solitary tear slips down his face. He gives you this terrified look that almost breaks your heart right there on the spot. “Don’t answer it,” he practically begs, “Don’t let it in this time.”

“This time?”

Sam nods. Every morning, I wake up here. Jody’s making breakfast, that god awful song comes on, that thing comes to the door…and it kills you.”

“Like the Mystery Spot?” you ask.

“Worse. I don’t always wake up as soon as it happens. Sometimes it’s the end of the day, or the next two days. Whenever I naturally fall asleep.

“Gabriel’s dead, the world isn’t ending, I’ve prayed to everything I can, and I’ve tried to make deals. Nothing changes it.”

“How many times have I…”

“Too many,” he says, looking down at you. “I can’t—don’t make me do this again,” he pleads.

“I have to,” you say, walking to the door. Your hand touches the knob and-

“Sammy!” Dean’s standing next to his bed in the bunker. Sam finally comes to in a cold sweat. As he calms down from the nightmare, he looks around the room and the only sign you were ever there is the photo on the bedside table. Reality sets in and Sam remembers that you died years ago.

“I still miss her too.” Dean says, reminiscing as he picks up the photo.

#spn #spn fanfic #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #jody mills

[tangerinesperfume]

Safe in the silence, we don’t have to leave (just hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you)

Sam does not know what to do. She has no idea how to fix this.

She’s starting to think that maybe she’s not qualified for this. She knew how to deal with hungry Tara, upset Tara, out-of-breath Tara, shy Tara, chatty Tara, almost every version of Tara

But right now, she’s experiencing a Tara that’s panicking and sobbing so hard that she’s probably unaware of her surroundings. Pretty much inconsolable.

Sam’s best guess is that a nightmare occurred since she’s 100% sure that Tara went to bed.

So, here she is, trying her best to fix this.

“Tara sweetie,” Sam quietly says, “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Tara is underneath the dining table, huddled in a fetal position, unresponsive to Sam’s words. Just crying very loudly, only slightly muffled by the way her face is hidden in her knees.

She’s been there for the last 20 minutes and Sam is getting a little bit scared.

She considers reaching out for Tara and just pulling her into her embrace to hide and protect her from the world, keep her cocooned in the empty curves of her heart that only fit her little Tara.

But she knows better, Tara just started getting used to holding onto Sam’s arms whenever they’re out and about and she gave Sam a total of 3 hugs. She’s doesn’t want to push it when Tara is this vulnerable.

She’s not used to being patient but she sits there, a few feet away, waiting for Tara to give any sort of sign.

Sam starts humming a sweet tune, praying that it might have some effect on Tara; she knows Tara likes it when she sings. She’s known for a while now that Tara hides herself close by her whenever she’s singing, she’s been singing to herself a little more loudly for her one special, hidden audience member.

Time passes by, either Tara feels better or she’s just worn out. The loud sobbing is reduced to hiccups and tears, while Sam’s soft humming is the loudest sound in the house accompanied by Tara’s shaky breathing.

When Tara turns her head to face Sam. She’s met with her big sister’s sweet smile, her big sister’s face that she knows will never hurt her, her big sister’s voice that can bring her back to earth.

Swollen, dry eyes could not deny her from seeing the possibility of hope that exists in the shape of her Sammy.

She decided right then and there to be brave. She gathers all her courage and crawls out from under the table right into Sam’s arms.

Sam’s arms that welcomed her so warmly, so safely.

She puts her head in the crook of Sam neck where she knows the world won’t find her. Sam’s hand reach out to Tara’s head, patting her and the other arm secures her into position as she stands on her feet to rock them both side to side.

“Hey, hey, sweet girl,” Sam softly coos, “are you okay? Do you need an inhaler?”

Tara shakes her head, she just wants to be where she is right now.

Sam realizes that this is a huge moment. For both of them.

They have never ever been this close and Sam recognizes for the first time that she might’ve needed this as well.

Maybe they missed this their whole lives. Anyone could tell you that they did, seeing how tightly they’re both holding onto each other.

Sam sways them for a few minutes, continues humming and waits for Tara, this time less nervous.

A few minutes go by and Tara finally speaks,

“Mommy came back again,” there’s a tremor in her voice, “she had a knife to hurt us, even sam.”

Sam’s movements stop for a second, she wants to say something quickly to reassure Tara but she beats her to it,

“It was so scary. I couldn’t protect us.” Tara whimpers, Sam can feel the tears coming back.

“Shhh, baby, no,” Sam retorts, “I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you, okay?”

Tara hesitates but nods weakly into Sam’s shoulder.

Not enough, Sam thinks.

“Do you even know how strong I am?” Sam tries to brighten the mood, “everyone’s scared to fight me and even, little sam is a tough cat.”

That gets a little laugh from Tara and Sam kisses her on the head.

“And you, my sweet girl, are strongest and smartest and bravest girl I’ve ever seen, but you don’t even have to be strong because you’re so safe here with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Tara says as she’s playing with the string of Sam’s hoodie.

“Can I please see your face?” Sam asks.

Tara moved her head to meet Sam’s eyes. They’re red and swollen and her cheeks are blotchy from all the crying but there’s new look of determination in her face. A look inherited from Sam.

“As long as the three of us are together, no one will ever hurt us or even think about it, okay?” Sam reassures, “not in here or in your dreams.”

“I’ll just tell them that my big sister will come and get them.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” Sam laughs and kisses Tara’s cheeks (she seems to welcome them.) and brings her back into the hug.

If only the Carpenter sisters, at that moment, realized this gravity of this exchange.

If only the Carpenter sisters understood that this moment would define their lives forever.

Did they accidentally seal their fates? Or were they always walking towards this path?

#sam carpenter #tara carpenter #au: foster this love make me whole again #sam is a fixer and has a hard time letting things be #Tara takes her time with things but needs the support of Sam #sam needs to learn how to trust Tara #title: hold on - lizzy mcalpine

[miistymemorii]

Enemies with Benefits

danny wagner x fem! reader

summary: you and danny wagner hate each other. after a failed date, he escorts you home, and the next morning you both decide you cannot let the red-hot tension between the two of you go on any longer.

rating: 18+

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI !!!), slapping, cussing, alcohol usage, light hair pulling, degradation (use of word ‘bitch’), slight angst, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

A/N: smut under the cut (read more tab)

You have hated Daniel Wagner as long as you had known him.

You had met Sammy in high school and the two of you quickly became best friends. Things got complicated, however, when he introduced you to his best friend, Danny Wagner. You had been introduced at a party, where, after Sammy left to mingle, Danny had stared you down as you tried to make conversation before wordlessly walking away from you. Later that night, when all the partygoers had left, you, Sammy, and Danny had settled in for a round of drunk Uno, where Danny’s competitiveness had pissed you off so bad you left after only a few minutes.

The tension between the two of you carried on throughout the years. You had tried your hardest to figure out why he didn’t like you, why he treated you different, but after High School ended, you gave up. He just never seemed to want to be around you or talk to you, and when he did, he teased you relentlessly. 

It was two weeks before Christmas. You were getting ready for a date, excited at the possibility of a new chapter in your life. You had matched with the guy on Tinder, and he seemed nice, respectable. You were dancing along to the loud music drifting through your room, applying the finishing touches on your makeup. That’s when you got it. 

Daniel: Where the fuck are you?

You rolled your eyes, the beginnings of annoyance settling in. 

You: what are you on about?

You hummed along to your song, refusing to let him bring your good mood down.

Daniel: you seriously forgot?

Daniel: typical

Daniel: his party. It’s been going almost 45 mins. He’s been expecting you.

Your heart fell a little as you read Danny’s last text. Shit, shit, shit... you had totally forgotten. 

You decided to ignore Danny, instead opting to make a quick call to Samuel, apologizing. He sounded a little sad but wished you well on your date. With that all handled, you quickly headed to the bar, practically buzzing in your seat.

Then there was the waiting.

At first, it was only ten minutes. You constantly checked your phone, praying there would be a text from your date saying traffic was late, or he had been held up at work but was on his way. After twenty minutes, nothing.

When it hit the 45-minute mark, you started drinking. Heavily. You figured, he won't show up now, he won’t show up ever. That doesn’t mean everyone in the bar had to know you had been stood up, right? After an hour and a half, you were firmly wasted, leaning against the brick wall of the outside of the bar as you waited for your ride. You had sent Ronnie a drunken text, asking her to come get you and take you home. A car stopped in front of you ten minutes later, but it wasn’t Ronnie’s. 

It was Danny’s.

He quickly exited the car, shaking his head at you with a glare, ducking under your arm to hold you steady and help you into the car. You were giggling the entire time, but the annoyance for him you had pushed down earlier was starting to bubble up again. 

Once he had roughly pushed you into the passenger seat and strapped you in, he returned to the driver’s seat and silently began to drive to your house. After a few moments of tense silence, you lolled your head to look at him.

“You’re... you’re not Ronnie-”

“Shut up.”

You scoffed loudly and hiccupped. “Has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you are?”

“Don’t. Talk. If you talk, you might vomit all over my car. And if that happens, you’re paying to have it cleaned.” He said in the usual cold tone he reserved just for you. 

You scoffed again, rolling your eyes and turning to look out the window, your face smushed against the glass. 

The drive back to your house was short, and the roughly helped you out of the car, leading you inside and taking you straight to your bedroom. You sat up, your head spinning as you tried to focus on whatever Danny was doing as he moved across the room. 

“Hey mister... it’s not-” Hiccup. “Nice to go through a lady’s things.”

He tossed a bundle of fabric towards you. “You’re far from a lady.”

You slowly began to look through what he had thrown at you. It was your clothes, or at least, what he figured was sleep-comfortable. 

“Change. You smell like a brewery. The smell will make you want to throw up as soon as you wake up.”

He turned around to face the wall and you let out a long, dramatic sigh. “You’re suuuuch a gentleman, Daniel.” you mumbled, struggling to take off the nice top you were wearing. You couldn’t even get your goddamn arms through the sleeves. After a few minutes of trying, you threw your arms up, pouting like a child. “Can you PLEASE stop being a prude and help me? Pleeeaaseeee?”

He slowly turned around; his eyes dark as he stared you down. You gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, figuring if it worked when Sammy did it, it would work when you did it. And it did. He maneuvered you to be sitting on the edge of the bed, avoiding your eyes as he helped you strip of your outer clothes and change into your pajamas. After that, he moved you again, helping you under the covers. You smiled up at him, pulling the covers up to your chin. 

“You’re my hero, Daniel.” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything, and maybe it was your drunken state, but you could’ve sworn the glare in his eyes softened a little. He left without saying a word, gently shutting the door behind you. 

Sleep came quickly after. 

You woke up to the harsh glare of sun on your eyelids. Your head was pounding but you were grateful you didn’t feel the need to immediately vomit. You stayed still in bed for as long as you could before slowly moving to sit. You checked your phone. There were a few texts from Sam and Ronnie, making sure you were okay. Your heart dropped when you saw there were no texts from your date. The pain in your head stopped you from crying, though you really wanted to. You eventually managed to peel yourself out of bed, slowly shuffling to the kitchen to get some water and whatever breakfast was safest for your current state. You got water and some pain meds, grabbing a banana and heading to your living room. You stopped in your tracks when you caught sight of your couch.

Daniel Wagner was asleep on your couch, comically positioned with one leg hanging off the side and the other dangled over the arm of the couch. You were frozen, taking in the sight of him looking so... peaceful. You were only used to his harsh, cold behavior, and now you finally got a peek into what everyone else got to see. It warmed your heart a little. 

You didn’t have time for thoughts like that, though. Shaking your head, you set your water and banana down on the coffee table and hovered over him, trying to think of the best way to wake him up. You leaned down, a few inches above his face. You gave his nose a light poke, waiting for him to react. His snore increased in volume a little, but he didn’t wake up. You groaned quietly and poked his nose again, a little harder. This time, he snapped awake, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. You gasped and attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but he had an iron grip on you. 

Danny slowly rose to his feet, towering over you at his full height. You tried to ignore the heat slowly spreading over your body, the tension in the air, the way your body began to buzz the longer he stared you down with those cold, dark eyes. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said in a tone so low it was almost a growl. 

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you in my apartment?” You struck back.

“Sam and Ronnie goaded me into staying.”

“For?”

“To make sure you were okay. Maybe they thought you were too stupid to take care of yourself. Doesn’t seem that unlikely.”

“Really? You’re calling me stupid? So refreshing to see you still insult like we’re teenagers, Wagner.”

He let out a small, sour chuckle, then said, “You can be such a little fucking bitch sometimes, you know that?”

You couldn’t even register your actions. There was a loud crack, and a sharp stinging in your hand. Danny’s head was turned slightly to the side, the skin of his cheek already reddening. Your eyes went wide, and you were sure he could feel the way your pulse was skyrocketing.

His head slowly turned to you, a small smirk on his face. His eyes searched your entire face as he leaned in quickly, your eyes instinctively fluttering closed at the action. He abruptly stopped, pulling back a little, and a small part of you sunk in disappointed. Your mind began to race as you began to formulate an apology, but before you could open your mouth to speak Danny muttered out a “fuck it” before smashing his lips against yours.

His hand dropped your wrist, instead flying to hold your face against his. You shamelessly melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to clutch at the soft sweater he was wearing. A small growl escaped his lips as his tongue swiped against your lips, your mouth instantly opening to grant him access. His hands moved to your hair, gripping it slightly as he pulled you head back. His eyes stared into your soul as you bother caught your breaths. A small smirk formed on your lips as a mischievous thought overtook your mind.

Two could play at that game. 

You tangled your hands into his curls, harshly tugging on them to bring his face back to yours. He let out a low groan as he fell back in sync with you. You were enjoying the heated makeout session when, in what you would now refer to as “Old Danny” fashion, he broke the blissful moment by giving your ass a hard smack. You couldn’t help the whimper you let out, only spurring Danny on as he gripped the sides of both your legs, urging you to jump up. You did, and he used his strength to hold you up against his waist. He quickly carried the two of you in the direction of the bedroom, but you two were stopped when he accidentally ran into a wall, causing one of your legs to slip from his hold. You couldn’t care less, however, and held him so tightly to keep his lips against yours. He was still supporting you on one leg, his free hand now roughly cupping your breast. You ground your hips against him, both of you letting out loud moans. He swung the two of you around, peeling you off the wall as he continued his journey to the bedroom.

You realized, in all those years of hating each other, he had never been inside your house, let alone your bedroom. You quickly muttered out a “door on the left” before reattaching your lips to his, you hands having departed from his hair to dig your nails ever so slightly into his back, just enough pressure that he could feel a dull pain through his shirt. He made quick work of opening the door, and as soon as you were both in the bedroom you ground down against his crotch. He let go of your legs, breaking the passionate kiss. You let out a whine of protest, but Danny reached out to grip your hips, grinding you against him. And yet, he wouldn’t go back to kiss you. 

You let out a small giggle. “What, don’t like that I had to take the lead?”

“Take the lead? I know that I kissed you first- you know what? You’re...” his voice dropped to a dangerously low - albeit sexy - tone. “You’re such. A. Bitch.”

His hands groped at the bottom of your shirt, attempting to lift it up and off, but you gripped his wrists, stopping him. “You first, Wagner.”

He didn’t even hesitate, the impatience prevalent in his voice. “Nope.”

He gripped at your shirt, taking it from the hem and lifting outwards instead of upwards. The “riiiippp” sound was loud and clear enough to temporarily shock you to into freezing. He looked at your now exposed (but still bra-encased) breasts. You could see his eyes shifting, his mind surely racing. 

“Thank you, Daniel. For giving me something to be a bitch about.”

You didn’t know what had come over you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was years of pent of aggression. Whatever the reason, managed to spin the two of you around, pushing roughly against his chest to position him with his back against the bed. He reached up to grab your hips, yanking you down against him. His large hands groped your breasts, not even bothering to undo your bra before diving in to touch your skin. He ran his thumb over your nipples a few times, gauging your reaction. 

You bent down to kiss him, giving him a hard kiss before pulling back and quipping, “I don’t have for games, Wagner. Quit playing with me.”

He scoffed, bucking up into your hips, chuckling at the pathetic, whiny moan that left your lips. “I’ll play with you all night, if I want to.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself away from the proximity of his face, peeling off the rest of your torn shirt and shimmying down to settle between his legs. He propped himself up on one arm, the other snaking down to unbutton his pants. You gave his wandering hand a quick swat, making sure he retreated it before making quick work of his pants. He lifted his hips down just enough for you to pull down his boxers and pants and free his cock from its’ confines. You paused; your breath caught in your chest as you tried to process Danny’s cock. Ther had been a few times, at a few shows, that you had seen the strain of Danny’s cock against his pants. So, you had deduced he was big, you had even done some deep-undercover Twitter work to see what the fans theorized. But Danny was big. 

You looked up at him, a huge smirk on his face. You quickly turned you focus back to his cock, now more determined than ever. You put yourself in another place, another mindset, out of your body. You stuck your tongue out and flattened it against the base of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip, where you left a suckling kiss. You heard a quiet hitch in Danny’s breath, but you spared yourself a look, instead sucking on his tip a little more before beginning to take him down your throat.

“F-fuck!...” Danny stuttered loudly, followed by a muffled hiss as he assumedly bit his lip.

All your focus went into bobbing, the movement of your hands as they worked the rest of his length, and the bobbing of your head. Danny’s legs were twitching, trying not to thrash everywhere. You took a deep breath, pulled you mouth up just enough to give his top one last lick, before taking him as deep as you could, feeling him just there in the back of your throat. You gagged, but took a deep breath and stayed there, but only for a second. Danny had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you off his cock, and once you were straightened up on your knees, he gave you another firm slap on the ass. You decided to play up the theatrics, dramatically allowing yourself to plop face first into the mattress. He snorted as you stretched your back down like a cat propping your ass up in the air. He hooked his fingers under the band of both your panties and your sleep shorts, pulling them down and out from under your legs. Your body jumped slightly at the feeling of his finger against your core, barely pressing a single finger into you after having swirled it around in the wetness that had been pooling in your shorts. You bucked back into his finger, silently begging for more. He gave you another swat, your ass stinging and no doubt red by now. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, will you hurry up and do something? Because if not I just need five minutes alone- oh!”

His tongue was what shut you up. The feeling of his tongue against your clit, holding your hips up to grant him more access to your core. He lapped eagerly at your clit, his tongue flicking at just the right speed to make you squirm in his grasp. “Fuck bab- Danny!” 

He moaned against your core, causing a shiver up your spine. You became lost in the swirling pattern he started against you, settling your head down on the pillow with a content sigh. You lifted you head in protest at the loss of feeling against your clit, but let out a loud, almost porn-like moan at the feeling of his fingers burying inside you. He took attention to you like you had to him, clearly watching how your body was reacting in order to find that oh-so-sensitive spot inside you. 

“I... I’m-”

“Yeah?” he purred out, his tone dripping with ego.

You let out a frustrated groan, but your body betrayed your feelings of annoyance as your orgasm took over. He didn’t let you ride it through, however, yet your body trembled slightly at the feeling. You felt him looming over you, leaning across your back to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck, “That was less than five minutes.”

You pushed yourself back against him, once again to prideful to beg verbally. 

Danny had caught on to your games however, holding your hips still with one hand and keeping the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Use your words, princess.” 

“Danny-”

“Hmm?”

You closed your eyes, holding back a groan at his cockiness. You swallowed your pride. “Danny... please, please, fuck me.”

He wasted no time entering you, sheathing his length inside you in one go. You felt some discomfort, which made you jolt slightly, but no real pain. Danny gave a few slow thrusts, but felt you tensing up, and stopped.

You huffed, blowing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to...”

You trailed off at the feeling of Danny pressing a gentle kiss to your spine. It made you freeze, but not because you were in pain. 

You and Daniel Wagner had known each other for years. And for all those years, you had assumed he had hated you. You had held out hope, but a part of you had learned to resent him for his coldness. Yet, you never hated him. As your confused, but never negative, feelings for him grew, the attraction you had felt for him blossomed ten-fold. Could it be? Was it all wrong? Was there something in his heart for you other than hatred?

He slowly began to pump into you, moving at a slow but deep pace. The moaning between the two of you synced up, harmonizing his deep, raspy tone with your lighter, softer moans. He kept a hand on your hip, rubbing gentle circles into you. You felt another orgasm bubbling up inside you, but it was ripped away from you when Danny pulled out. He was as swiftly as he could, and you grinned a little at the thought that he didn’t really want to hurt you. He flipped you on your back and you took in his sexed-out state, the way his curls were slightly damp and sticking to him, the sheer coat of sweat he had, the softer but equally horny look he had in his eyes. You didn’t even hear the soft “wow...” you let out, but you did notice the way all of his features softened at once. Still, there was some doubt in your mind. He entered you again, and when his arm moved beside your head, you tilted your chin slightly, thinking he might give you a cheeky slap or apply some pressure to your neck. That is, you assumed, this was still hate fucking. Danny, however, had softened completely, instead taking his hand and gently cupping your cheek. You stared at him, wide eyed, a gaze he met with a tenderness in his gaze. You gasped when he began to move, his pace slightly faster than before but just as deep. You felt your eyes fluttering, getting washed up in the tidal wave of pleasure gently crashing over you with every stroke. Danny pulled you back ashore, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes into your cheek. You bit your lip as you felt your orgasm nearing again, and by the way he was groaning you could tell he wasn’t far behind. 

“Danny?”

He hummed in question, leaning down to give you a gentle but firm kiss. 

When your lips detached, you reached your hand to grasp at his shoulder, giving him an affectionate squeeze. “You can come in me.” You whispered. He groaned and ducked his head down, burying it in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin, the both of you sighing against each other as you both orgasmed. He fucked you through it at a slower pace until your legs started trembling from overstimulation. He pulled out gently, spreading one last sigh against your neck. 

You began to rub soothing pattern into his back. There was a small part of you that still feared that, despite Danny’s sudden change in demeanor, he would go back to hating you again. If that was true, you wanted to keep him in this state of calm for as long as possible. 

He lifted off of you, his own muscles twitching in the aftermath. He sat up, looking down at you. You propped yourself up with the pillows, looking back at him. You crossed your arms.

“Here, let me go get you a towel-”

“What the hell was that, Daniel?”

He looked like a deer in headlights. He nervously scratched at his arm. “I don’t... I don’t know what you mean.” He looked down and you sighed. 

“Danny. Please look at me.”

He looked up, this time his features looked guilty. You sniffled, feeling yourself overcome with emotion. “What did I ever do to make you hate me?”

He shook his head, reaching over to touch your crossed arms in reassurance. “I... No, y/n... I never hated you. Ever.” He let out a long sigh. “I... I know I’ve been a total dick. And it went on for way, way too long. I...” he rolled his eyes, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh. “In High School, I... fell in love with you. Like, cheesy, rom-com, love-at-first-sight shit. I thought you weren’t into me, so I pushed you away. But I saw... I saw how hard you were trying, and after a while I just got so embarrassed of myself, I didn’t know how to stop. And then you started to push back and... I gave up. Figured I didn’t stand a chance.”

You were shocked. You had run a million scenarios through your head as to what Danny hated about you. None of those scenarios even remotely hinted to his confession. You giggled and he looked at you, an adorable, confused look on his face. “You, Daniel Robert Wagner, thought you didn’t have a chance with little ‘ol me?” You reached out to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands flew to your sides, his forlorn look melting away, a boyish grin forming on his face in its stead. “Danny, c’mon. Every moment since I met you, you’re all I think about. All I want. You drive me... fucking insane,” you both giggled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “But guess what?”

He hummed in question again, tilting forward to press his forehead against yours.

You whispered, his lips ghosting against yours, “Since I met you, I’ve been in love with you too.”

#danny wagner #smut #x reader #danny wagner x reader #gvf #starrywrites #danny wagner gvf #gvf smut #danny wagner smut #danny gvf

[gaias-space]

Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (Part Two)

(Mark of cane Dean, unprotected sex, fluff, smut…so much smut, aftercare, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)

If you’d like to read part one (it’s not necessary but will make some more sense & is pure smut and angst) : https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736696927531548672/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader

You couldn’t look Sam in the eye as he began to continue his research. You leave in a hurry finding your way to your room in the bunker. ‘Did we really just do that?’ You thought, still panting from the adrenaline. You lay on your back on your bed taking in every kiss, tough, praise, and every filthy degrading word he said to you. It hurt for weeks seeing Deans personality change when he got that mark. You and Sam had been trying for a very long time to find a cure or a spell. Everything happened so fast. You were angry at him, the way he’d ignore you all week, how he would huff and groan when you were in the same room as him. And every time you spoke he’d have something to say. You knew deep down this wasn’t him or how he really felt, and you would never hold it against him. But you couldn’t help but admit it hurt. You thought for just a moment you had the ability to actually stand up for yourself and put him in his place a little. But instead he fucked you like he hated you and it was the most addictive experience. You lay for hours thinking hard about what he had done to you. The way he yelled, how or caused goosebumps over your body, the way he pinned you down, the whispers of seductive threats in your ear. You were getting hot and bothered just thinking about it again. He was so rough with you. And you can’t deny Dean was always dominant but this was a new level. Your mind looped one scene over many times; the way you wanted to make him feel good, taste his hard and dripping cock in your mouth. But instead he slammed into you your gasps were a mixture of shock and pleasure. He used your body like it was only for him and god, you needed more.

In the library where Sam and Dean sat to read up on a recent case Sam finally began to speak. “So Dean…is everything alright with you and Y/n?” He clears his throat. Dean smirks, but doesn’t move his eyes away from the laptop. “Yeah, everything’s great actually. Just had some business to take care of”. He sends Sam a small smile. Sam wasn’t buying it, he saw the way you ran off and how cruel he’d been to you beforehand. “Did you two …get into a fight or something?” He questions. Dean rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “Uhh not quite Sammy boy…”

“Yet…you seem happier. Did you two sort it out at-least? Why did she run off?” Dean chuckles to himself ‘man this boy is really asking’ for it’ he thinks. “Yeah I uh…guess you could say that we did. Shes fine I promise you that”. Suddenly he perks up and looks at Sam with his famous ‘I-Just-Got-Laid- look’ and Sam’s face glows bright red. “Oh… OH DEAN! On the couch!? I didn’t need to know that!” Sam connected the dots quite fast, all Dean could do was laugh and share a proud look on his face. “Welp…it’s been a long day I think we should get some shut eye and tomorrow we’ll touch back on this case alright?” Dean says standing up and beginning to walk away. Sam stares still in shock, confusion, and disgust. “Uh…yeah good idea Dean. Well for everyone’s sake I’m glad the two of you sorted things out…you’ve been kind of an asshole to her”. Deans eyes look away for a moment, pained. He hates this mark, he hated how it made him feel. It made him do bad things and it felt so good! But it was so wrong. He prayed a cure or spell would be found sooner then later. He didn’t like how he treated you…but he did like the moans and how hard you came from him. Perhaps he’d do that more if he ever got better. Dean says goodnight to Sam and makes his way to your room. On the way there he can’t help but think about how hard he fucked you earlier. The way your cunt clenched around his cock, he could feel you cumming around him. Your walls tightening and sucking him in when he squirted hot ropes of cum inside you. He likes the control he has on you and the way you would react. Seeing tears fall down your face and your cheeks blush. The taste of your pussy still lingered in his mouth, you tasted so delicious. God the thought made him harden. And he meant what he said about a second round. He opens your door and sees you laying there, cheeks flushed, your eyes looking at the ceiling deep in thought.

“Y/n?” You jolt up as Dean interrupts your thoughts. “Oh..h-hey..” you stutter. You weren’t doing anything but it was obvious you were thinking about something from how hot your cheeks were and how shaky your composure was. “Is it alright if we uh…talk?” Deans voice was low and soft. You nod and pat the side of the bed gesturing for him to sit beside you. “I uh… just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’ve been a huge ass to you and I feel terrible. Ya know it’s not me baby…” he sighs. “It’s this stupid mark. I hate what it’s doing to me.” He turns to look at you and places your hands in his. His scarred and callous fingers tracing small circles over your hand. “I love you sweetheart, don’t you ever forget it. Those horrible things I say to you..it’s not true. You don’t bother me, I love giving you attention it’s not”- you slide your hand out from him and shush his lips. “Baby- I know. It’s okay. I can’t lie…it hurts a little the things you say but, I know it’s not you, it’s not real and I’m not taking it to heart. I love you, nothing will change that.” You say with a smile. Deans heart flutters at your words. He was so damn lucky to have a woman like you. “Oh and about earlier I’m sorry …I was so rough with you I”-

“I like it!” You blurt out, your cheeks heating again. Dean looks at you puzzled for a moment. “Wait..what?” You gulp a little embarrassed. “I uh..kinda liked it. That side of you I’d never seen before and I- it’s hard to explain. But that was the best sex I think we’ve had” you chuckle nervously. Dean smirks now, loving what he is hearing. “Oh? Well…I don’t like the stuff I said leading up to it…but yeah. Fuck that was really something.” A devilish grin crossed his face, lips twitching. “Well maybe I might just have to do that again” his voice deep and seductive. You blush hard and all you can do is nod, too flustered to speak. C’mere” he says and suddenly his lips connect with yours, softer and more delicate then earlier, but full of love. Your body relaxes instantly all the nervous tension leaving your body. When you two finally pull away you look at him starstruck. “I promise you we will find a way to get rid of the mark. Please don’t beat yourself up for it. I love you. And I’m not going anywhere”. You reassure him. Dean smiles and pulls your body onto his. “I’m the luckiest man Y/N I really am.” He plants another kiss on your lips, and you fall away into the sensation.

You wanted this moment to last, not knowing when he will turn again, and what you two will face. But whatever happens you would always be by his side. Your lips collide in a desperate passion and need. Your tongues dance with eachother and teeth and lips make a mess. His hand snakes up your waist, your stomach and lands on your breasts squeezing it causing a gaps to escape your lips. “God I love the way you sound” he whispers. His hands caresses your breasts and his fingers begin to tease and pinch your nipple. You could already feel yourself getting wet. He was gentle with you, caressing and loving your body tenderly. He wanted to savour and drink in every sensation of your body. He loved every curve, every bump, the softness of your skin and the way your body would heat up at his touch. You loved him in every phase of life, and you needed him right now. The way he was tugging and teasing your nipples and biting your neck was sending you into a frenzy. “Dean…” you gasp. He stops immediately with worry he had done something, crossed a line. “ is everything okay?” He cups your face and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You humm at the sensation. “Mhmm…” your eyes look at his with lust and you bite your lip. That sexy mischievous look you always gave when you two made love. The worry he felt disappeared, and he raises a brow. “I want to make you feel good…” is all you say before tracing your finger across his zipper. Dean smirks understanding now. “Well baby I’m all yours”. Those words snap something feral inside you. You sit up on your knees and lay him down your eyes never breaking contact as you pull his pants down. He was already aching hard from kissing you and hearing your moans when he played with your breasts. His large cock sprung out and you gasp. “Mmm mmm” you groan hungrily. You grab his cock and he instantly gasps at the touch. “God you make me so fucking hard baby.” He groans, his hips already desperately thrusting into your fist. You bat your lashes at him and slowly stroke your tongue over the base of his cock. “Ah- oh god!” Dean groans. Every sound he made as you slowly teased his cock made you throb and ache for him. You needed some release, you sit back on your heels and grind, relieving some of the tension. You begin to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his watching him struggle to make a coherent word. “F-fuck baby your mouth feels so good.” He grunts and that was your queue. You take his whole cock deep in your mouth feeling his tip sliding down your throat. The guttural sounds that left his mouth made you throat fuck him so hard and fast you were afraid you’d gag or vomit. “Oh shit, fuckkk”- his eyes roll back as you suck and lick his shaft and tip taking him all the way in. Your head bobbed up and down from tip to balls and you could feel him begin to pulse. His hands grip harshly at your hair and he thrusts his hips into your throat. “Yeah baby taking me like a good girl. Taking me so fucking well” his praises were all worth the lack of air and the pounding of his cock deep in your throat and mouth. It was all worth it. “Oh god! Come here” he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth feeling himself close to cumming. He sits up and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. He hurries to find your shirt and pulls it off over your head, your tits bouncing in front of him. “God…I love your tits baby”. You giggle and blush at his words, he made you feel so beautiful and sexy like no other. His lips collide with your tits kissing and nibbling one while his other hand teases and pinches the other. “Oh Dean…fuck!” You groan and gasp. His warm and wet mouth tasting your tits made the ache in your core deepen. You hadn’t worn panties after the last round and you could feel your slick begin to slide down your thigh. “Oh god I need you- now dean please!” You cry out. Your cunt was hot and throbbing, if you didn’t have him now you’d explode.

A pleasurable noise rises in his throat as he hears your words he wraps his arm around your waist, in one quick motion he turns and lays you down on the bed. He stopped for a moment taking in the sight of you. Your hair sprawled over the mattress, your tits hard and bouncing with each heavy breath, your beautiful lips that were parted, your cheeks that flushed and your sexy waist and thighs. “Fuck me you are so damn sexy my love”. He could stare at you all day, and if he had the skills he’d paint you like a renaissance art piece. he sucked in a deep breath trying to keep his composure. He leans down and kisses you again starting slow then picking up the pace. Soon your tongues were tangled together again. He took his time, embracing every touch and every taste. He bites your lower lip, then nibbles at your neck and he enjoyed every gasp and moan coming from you. Deans hand trails over your thigh already feeling how wet you are as his finger teases your clit, his lips never leaving yours. You main into his touch, so desperate for him you could cum just from his finger alone. “G-god Dean!” You cry out. His finger circling painfully slow and teasing you. “Need you” you cry again. Dean chuckles now and slides two fingers in your dripping pussy. “Ah!” Your head presses harder into the pillow as his fingers took some of the ache away. Dean gets on his knees slowly and kisses all over your body. Your lips, your neck, chest, breasts, stomach and thighs before stopping at your cunt. “Y/n your body is so perfect. I can’t get enough of you” he whispers. Deans cock was aching now if he could have a recording of your moans he could jerk off to that and that alone. He never needed porn when he had you. Dean opens your legs and slides himself between you. “You want my cock baby?” He teases. His tip gently thrusting between your folds. You can’t help the gasps leaving you, your body needing him like a starving woman. “Oh Dean yes. I need it please” you cry out. “I need your cock inside me” your words send dean o we the edge, he slides his cock inside you bottoming out and watching you moan loud. “God you’re so wet for me. F-feel so good” he stutters slowly thrusting into you, enjoying every motion. His slow thrusts teased you, sending you closer to a climax. He thrusts into you again and kisses your lips. You could of his hard warm cock deep inside you, his tip hitting your Cervix. “My baby” you whimper looking into his pretty eyes. “Yours” he replies before trailing kisses lovingly over you and thrusting in and out over and over. He could feel your walks tightening over him, squeezing his cock. He began to pick up the pace feeling close to his own climax. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him in, your tongues dancing once more. “D-Dean I’m gonna cum!” You cry out suddenly feeling your orgasm arriving suddenly “cum baby cum for me, cum all over my cock” He chants. He could feel your body convulsing, he rides your orgasm out with long, deep thrusts watching you cum apart around him. Your cries and moans sending him into a spiral. “Fuck! I’m close too baby…where do you want me” he looks down into your eyes, your panting heavy. You just came all around him, yet seeing him about to explode- god you’d probably be able to cum again. “Inside me…please” even though he already had before when he was angry, this side of him asking for consent was so sexy to you. He looks at you in doubt “are you sure coz - fuck I don’t think I can hold back much more I-“ you suddenly pull him onto you his cock bottoming out in you “I need you inside me- cum” you demand. Those words were enough, with a few more pumps Dean squirts a huge load deep inside you, more cum than he had before. You could feel the hot ropes pooling inside you than seeping out. The two of you still, panting snd trying to gather your thoughts. Dean plants soft kisses on you again before pulling out. “God I love you princess. I can’t say it enough”. He says between pants. You smile and kiss him once more. “Then never stop” you giggle.

He pulls you into his arms and the two of you lye there for a while enjoying each others company, not saying a word until Dean perks up. “Come on baby let’s clean you up ok?” He stands and pulls you up with him, then walks you into the bathroom. He turns the shower on to your preferred heat setting and he steps into the shower with you. The warm water felt good on your skin. Dean pumps your favourite fruity scented body was onto a sponge then gently washed your body. He washed your hair, massages your thighs, washed himself then wrapped the both of you in towels. You were both exhausted from the long hours of sex and your heart couldn’t be more full (or your pussy for that matter). Dean made the bed while you slipped on cozy pyjamas before the two of you slid into bed. “Get some rest sweetheart” he whispers, pulling you in and holding you tight. He never wanted to let you go. “I love you so much Mr Winchester” you say with a small giggle then kiss his lips once more, before your eyes felt heavy and the two of you fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

#smut #fluff #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean smut #dean winchester fic #dean x reader #dean x y/n #supernatural

[k-looking-glass-house]

Let's make Arabiaaaan Niiighhht *read it while singing it*!!

With our dear Sam of course!!!

In the backyard of the Mystery's S shop during Scalding Sand event! Sam got some of his merchantise, and brought back Jasmin for everyone! With a wishing lantern!

Sam (in merchant of sand outfit): Gnih hihi, is everything ready little one?

K: Yesh Sham, I'm ready, we're all ready here! (K and all shadows)

Sam: Don't you want your human form back?

K: Nooooo, thank you!!

Sam: Kay! Let's wish under the brightest star! Please, please, please!! Evangeline!! *activate the lantern*

K and friends on the other side: Pleassseeee, pretty please!!!

Divus: Sammy-boy, did you get the silk I...asked you...?

Sam, K and everyone: *stare back with cute praying under a star pose*...

Divus:.............Are you.... summoning a demon.....?

#twisted wonderland #twst sam #k imeart #k oswald junior 101

[notanettelmao]

Magic Bullet

Also on AO3

(TW rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 2,2k

<<;back // next>>

Chris Argent was on his way out the front door when the two girls, both looking tired, appeared at the top of the stairs.

“What’s going on?” Allison asked her father, while Y/N inspected the duffle bag he had over his shoulder. She immediately tensed. 

“Your aunt Kate texted. She’s having car trouble,” Argent smiled at his daughter. Y/N could tell the smile was fake. She frowned and leaned her head to the side a bit, while she raised an eyebrow at the man downstairs.

“Car trouble?” She asked. Chris’ lips twitched as he kept the smile on his face. 

“Yes. A flat tire. Why don’t you two go back to sleep? You have school in the morning.” Allison nodded and disappeared back into her room, not catching the lie in her father’s words. Y/N slowly walked down the stairs so she didn’t have to talk loudly and risk Allison overhearing.

“Car trouble, huh? Does the car have a bit of fur, glowy eyes, and fangs?” She quietly asked, grabbing his duffle bag and feeling up the stuff inside it through the cloth of the bag.

“Maybe. Go back to bed. You don’t want me to call your brothers, do you?” Argent asked. The youngest Winchester rolled her eyes. 

“As if I haven’t already called them.” She mumbled under her breath, watching Argent leave.

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“Sammy I’m telling you she’s creepy as hell. Not as creepy as Victoria, but the has some kind of bad feeling about her. I don’t know how to explain it. She has the vibes of a person that likes to fuck up teenagers,” Y/N was walking to school as she explained to her brother everything about her meeting Kate Argent just a few minutes earlier.

“It can’t be that bad, can it? Anyway, I have some news. Are you ready?” Sam asked. She could hear him talk to Dean about something.

“Yeah, I think so. What am I supposed to be ready for?” Y/N looked around and then crossed the road toward a park. She could hear someone say something that sounded like ‘do it now’ and then there was a familiar whoosh of air behind her that made her freeze in place.

“You’re kidding.” She said, her voice shaking.

“I’m not. He might be kinda… Not in the right head space but it’s him.” Sam said before he said his goodbyes and hung up, leaving her to deal with the situation alone. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and took a deep breath before turning around. And there he stood. The first thing she noticed was the lack of a tie, but after that, he just turned into a blurry figure as her eyes filled up with tears. 

“Cas!” She squealed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. 

“Hello Y/N,” he said. Y/N wiped her tears into his trenchcoat before looking up at him and touching his cheek.

“Oh my god, it’s really you! I- How? When? Why didn’t you all call me right away?” She wanted to ask much more but she didn’t get the chance. There was a blue jeep approaching. It stopped on the side of the road right next to the park and honked to get Y/N’s attention.

“Oh, that’s Stiles. C’mon, I have to introduce you two. All I’m saying is he made me mad a few days ago and is currently trying to make it up. Don’t you dare say anything to Dean or he will come here and threaten him with a gun or something,” Y/N grabbed Cas by his arm and pulled him towards the jeep. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” Castiel asked staring at Stiles through the window. Y/N choked on air. 

“Wha- No. Why is everyone- Nevermind.” She shook her head and smiled at Stiles as he slowly rolled down his window. 

“Hi.” She said.

“Hi?” Stiles asked and looked at Castiel.

“Hello. I am Castiel.” Cas said, making Y/N facepalm. 

“I’ll explain later. Cas this is Stiles. He is one of my friends. Stiles, this is Castiel. I will tell you more about him when we get to school. We are going to be late,” she checked the time on her phone. 

“I will get back to your brothers. Pray if you need me,” Castiel said and with a blink of an eye, he was gone. Stiles just stared with his mouth open. Y/N giggled when she saw him and quickly hopped inside the jeep.

“Close your mouth, Stilinski.”

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Y/N spent the whole day at school with headphones in her ears, ignoring the not-so-quiet whispers of her two friends about who could have bitten Scott if not Derek. She was too happy about Castiel being alive to get herself involved in conversations. 

At the end of all of their classes, she walked out of the school building listening to Stiles explaining all of Scott’s concerns. So she basically knew everything that happened while her earphones were blasting music the whole day anyway.

“Oh- my god!” Stiles suddenly hit the brakes right after they got out of his parking spot. 

“What-” Y/N looked up from her belt buckle. She noticed Derek in front of the car, not looking good. 

“Dammit,” she quickly unbuckled herself and jumped out of the jeep. She got next to Derek just as his legs gave out and he was about to fall.

“Crap, Stiles help me get him inside of the jeep,” she shot her friend a look and started making tiny steps towards the passenger seat. She was holding Derek up by herself until Stiles finally remembered how to function and helped hold him up from the other side. They helped the werewolf up on the seat and Y/N buckled his belt, just in case. She closed the door and then got into the backseat through Stiles’ side. Stiles quickly climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, just when Scott finally decided to show up.

“What the hell?” The young wolf asked Derek, who wasn’t looking so great. 

“I was shot,” Derek groaned. That made Y/N lean over to look over the seat. She was trying to find the bullet wound. 

“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott asked again. Y/n was considering slapping him in the face. It was obvious hunters were involved. And hunters meant wolfsbane. Also Argents, but that was not the problem right now. 

“Derek, who shot you?” She asked quickly, but Derek ignored her.

“It was a different kind of bullet. I can’t heal.”

“What, a silver bullet?” Stiles asked excitedly. Y/N smacked his head. 

“He is dying. Why are you excited? How do you want to explain a dead criminal inside of your car to your dad?” She whisper yelled. Stiles’ eyes grew wide as if he just realized this. 

“Wait, that’s what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours-” Scott said.

“Who- who said forty-eight hours?” Derek groaned.

“The one who shot you,” Scott said as if it was obvious. Y/N wanted to scream. Derek groaned in pain, this time his eyes flashed. Y/N quickly put her hands on his face so she covered them up. 

“Winchester, you are lucky I like you or I would rip your hands off right now,” Derek mumbled. 

“Scott you need to figure out what kind of bullet they used,” Y/N looked at her friend.

“What? Why me?” 

“Because you are dating Allison. And the person who shot Derek is her aunt. She has them stashed in her room, most probably,” Y/N explained already trying to come up with a plan B. 

“Why should I help him?” Scott asked. 

“Because if you don’t I’m going to mix all the wolfsbane that’s in the house and shove it down your throat while you sleep. Now go!” Y/N shoved Scott’s chest through the window and told Stiles to drive.

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They were driving through the streets of Beacon Hills when Y/N realized they were on the way toward the preserve.

“Stiles, stop the car.”

“Why? We are almost there.”

“Almost where?” Derek joined the conversation.

“Your house,” Stiles said as he parked the jeep. Derek quickly turned to look at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Y/N beat him to it.

“Stiles, you can’t take him to his house. He was shot. By a hunter. Who knows where he lives and who probably came only to finish the job,” Y/N explained. Derek winced at the last part but Stiles ignored it, he didn’t know the full story anyway so he didn’t find it weird. 

“Where am I supposed to take him then?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll call Scott. Drive somewhere else though,” Y/N already pulled out her phone and searched for Scott’s number.

“But-”

“Start the car and drive. Now. Or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth.” 

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They ended up going to the animal clinic. Stiles and Derek were in the middle of a fight about Stiles chopping Derek’s arm off when Y/N got an idea. 

“Noone is going to chop anyone’s arm off,” she said quickly coming over to get the saw away from them. 

“But-” Stiles started just as Derek collapsed.

“Fuck. Castiel if you hear me this is the time for you to show up. Please.” 

“Like the dude from this morning?” Stiles asked and let out a noise when the trenchcoated man appeared right in front of him. 

“You need my help?” Castiel asked. Y/N quickly pulled him towards Derek.

“Heal him. Please. We are running out of time and Scott got held up and-” Y/N started explaining everything at once. Castiel just pressed his fingers to Derek’s forehead and let his hand glow. Stiles watched all of the black veins disappear from Derek’s body. 

“Whoa,” he let out and leaned closer so he could get a better view. 

“There,” Cas said. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much Cas,” Y/N hugged him. At the same time, Derek opened his eyes and sat up with a gasp. 

“I have the bullet!” Scott ran through the door just a few seconds later.

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After Stiles went home, Derek took Y/N, Scott, and Cas to the hospital. He wanted to show Scott how kind is the family of hunters he likes so much. Y/N was there as a support and Cas just tagged along. They walked through the corridors until they got to the room  Derek wanted Scott to see. 

“Why are we here?” Scott asked, looking around the room.

“Who is he?” He asked again when he saw the man in a wheelchair. 

“That’s Peter Hale,” Y/N mumbled loud enough for the wolves to hear. Derek nodded.

“He is my uncle.”

“Is he… Like you? A werewolf?” Scott looked like he was scared to move.

“He was. Now, he’s barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught on fire. There were eleven people inside. He was the only survivor.”

“And you are telling me because…?” Y/N groaned. Scott was so dumb.

“He’s telling you because the Argents set the fire,” Y/N explained.

“What makes you so sure?” Y/N was ready to jump at Scott and beat him up with the bullet she had in her pocket. 

“Because they were the only ones that knew about us!” Derek said angrily. 

“Should I heal him?” Castiel asked and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing. They all slowly turned to look at him (except Peter of course). Y/N blinked a few times and then exchanged a few looks with Derek, who looked like he might pass out. 

“You can heal him?”

“I mean, I did cure you from the wolfsbane. I think few burns are nothing.” Castiel explained himself. Y/N frowned. 

“But the brain trauma- and-” Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“I pulled your brother out of hell Y/N, I also took on your other brother’s pain which sent me into a mental hospital. I am still not quite okay but I will help whenever I can.” Castiel said and took a few steps towards Peter. He placed his hand on Peter’s head and let it glow, letting the angel magic do its thing. They all watched as Peter’s scars disappeared and his eyes started sparking with life. Just as the last few scars vanished his eyes shone blue, making Derek respond with his own blue ones. 

“Thank you,” Derek said as he looked from Castiel to his uncle, who was now looking around trying to understand what was going on. Cas only nodded and turned towards Y/N to smile at her. Y/N knew he was ready to go. She waved at him and watched him teleport away. Scott was standing in the corner of the room looking confused as hell. 

“Come on Scott, let’s leave them to catch up,” the Winchester said. Derek shot her a thankful look as he watched her and Scott go. 

“You really need to explain who the man in the trenchcoat is,” Scott mumbled.

“I will when Stiles is there also. I don’t feel like explaining it twice.”

#stiles stilinski x reader #derek hale #y/n winchester #stiles x reader #teen wolf rewrite #castiel #sam winchester #chris argent #peter hale #magic bullet #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #supernatural x reader #might be different from spn canon

[sammy-lawrence-child]

BATIM/BATDR ship headcannons????

-i am not doing every single god damn ship so i'm only doing ones that i actually like. Also the BATDR ones are purely what everyone else theorizes or what I think personally about what happens after-

Sammy x Norman:

- Sammy's defiantly a bottom ong

-Norman does most of the cleaning up after se-

-Their first kiss was purely accident, Sammy was facing a different way while Norman was coming over to ask him something. Sammy turned and BLAM they kissed

-Norman towers over Sammy.

-Whenever Sammy tries to tease Norman, he teases him back, making Sammy flustered.

-At first glance Sammy looks like the dom/teasing one and Norman the Sub/easily flustered one. In reality its the complete opposite.

-Neither of them actually confessed. Norman invited Sammy to lunch one day, they had a good time, went for a walk around NY, went to Normans house, kissed, fucked, then boom dating.

-(in machine) Sammy tried to convince Norman to pray to bendy once...it ending in a hour long chase, a little fucking, then Sammy getting killed

-(After BATDR) Norman didnt get his body back cause..idk...so Sammy just carries him on his shoulder or holds him since he can't walk anymore *o^o poor Norman*

Susie x Sammy:

-Susie hinted for the longest time about her liking him, Sammy just thought she was weird

-Their first date was in the recording booth while working after time, their first REAL date was at a nice little dinner.

-Susie once made Sammy a chocolate cake..just for Wally to eat it *not referencing to the game at all*

-Sammy's first kiss with Susie was the day after getting hammered..and still being a little drunk the next day...

-Susie normally wears flats, but when she wears heals she's taller than Sammy by half an inch

-(in machine) Susie once caught Sammy in her domain, so she went out of her way to hunt him down, flirt with him, get things all loving, then stabbed him in the chest, took his mask off, then left. *we love sammy abuse >v<*

-(After BATDR) After Susie got her memories back the first thing she did was kiss Sammy, stab him in the shoulder than go apologize to everyone (Henry, Buddy, 'Allison', ext.)

Henry x Linda:

-Highschool sweethearts ong

-Their first kiss was at night with the NY lights all around them..or underneath a tree getting ready for the fall weather.

-They waited till after marriage to have kids

-Henry proposed to her while on vacation to somewhere that wasnt at JDS or NY

-They had two kids, a boy and a girl *....no i am NOT getting that from a really good comic that you guys should defiantly go read...*

-(in machine) Henry would fiddle with his wedding ring whenever he was sad, nervous or thought about Linda

-(After BATDR) Audrey made an ink version of Linda so that Henry would have his love with him forever

Allison x Thomas:

-They first met after Allison almost face planted into the floor cause she slipped on ink

-Wally set up their first work date. Which was just moving table and chairs to the side then playing music on a record player. Not so romantic but Allison enjoyed it.

-Thomas is actually really quiet, unless it's just him and Allison

-They got married after they got fired from JDS

(Ink clones)

-Alison doesn't mind that Tom can't talk, they actually made up a system for them to talk to each other

(After BATDR)

-Allison and Tom had gotten the memory's of Alison Pedal and Thomas Connor after Audrey took control. So they decided to have their own mini wedding. Which Henry was the priest, Sammy composed music, Alice(Susie)the bridesmaid and Buddy the best man, and Dappers the ring barrier.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #alice angel #batim alice angel #boris wolf #sammy lawrence #sammy x susie #sammy x norman #henry x linda #allison pendle #allison angel #Allison x thomas #Allison x Tom #thomas connor #henry stein #norman polk #batim susie #susie campbell #audrey batdr