Is it W0RM in here or is it just me?

I must think…

Big Brain

Doctor Whorm

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Me when my bf calls me 🥺

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“There we go… Good girl…” He whispered as he kept milking Sam’s cock wanting every last drop of his cum, enjoying the sight of the boy unraveling before him. He leaned forward and captured Sam’s lips in a gentle kiss, a reward for him. In his mind he already knew what he was going to do next. Reminding himself that Sam needed more panties and skirts. And a collar… He smirked. A pink collar with a bell.

Sam shuddered as he was milked, his body going completely lax as he tried to squirm away from Rosier’s hand. He was so sensitive, it was borderline more pain than pleasure and he didn’t think he could handle much more but he didn’t want the attention to go away, either. It was so nice, he was almost desperate for the ministrations to continue despite his discomfort. He relaxed completely at the kiss, leaning into it desperately for something to ground him as he tried to make his body cooperate with him, just for a little while. 

Sabriel

Gabriel nods and smiles. “I’ll do it later.” He says as he sits down beside him. “I love you. How’s our little princess feeling?” 

“I love you too.” Sam said, kissing Gabe’s cheek. “I think she’s feeling better. Now she’s just milking the sick thing to cuddle us.” He said teasingly, kissing Rachel’s head as she giggled. “We were talking about princes and princesses.”

Sabriel

“I have to go  down to the office sometime this week to get a contract and sign it. Kevin said that building was going well so I trust him.” 

"That doesn't seem too bad." Sam said with a smile, bouncing Rachel a little on his lap. "You should check it out, just to be official and stuff. Even though you trust Kevin, mistakes could be made."

Hungry Like the Wolf: Stiles&Sam

Stiles chuckled a bit as he handed the pipe to Sam, “Coughing actually helps intensify the high, c’mon Sammy, puff puff pass” he grinned as he got comfortable against the pillows but half leaned against the man beside him.

Sam warily took it and copied Stiles, taking a small inhalation of it just to see what it was like. He couldn't have taken a bigger one even if he wanted to as he immediately started to cough, handing it back to the kid as he brought his arm in front of his mouth. "Why did I cough so much?" He complained, tugging the younger man closer to his chest.

Christmas | Open

Hearing Dean’s call, Sam made sure to slam his own door even harder. He kicked his boots off and got undressed, definitely in a bad mood now. He locked his door and jumped into bed, frowning at the wall as he tried to fall asleep.

When the door to Sam’s bedroom slammed shut, Dean got a pounding headache. All of this was his fault. Dean thought that they could have a normal Christmas together. When they were little, they had so many chances to have a nice one with Dad, but they never did because the old man always came home drunk. Always. That’s why Dean had to go steal some presents, never knowing what was inside of them. Then he had to lie to Sam, which Dean hated doing. Just thinking about all of that, their fucked up childhood, brought tears to Dean’s eyes, causing him to shove his face into his pillow.

Sam hated when Dean drank like this, especially on holidays. It reminded him of dad too much to be comfortable with. They had a nice Christmas for a while then it just went to shit, like always. He buried his face into his pillow, sprawling onto his stomach on his bed as he finally let sleep overtake him.

Logan laughed lightly as he heard Sam. “Nothing in particular. I just really wanted to kiss you,” he breathed. He snaked his arms around the taller man’s neck and pecked his lips quickly. “How as your day?” he inquired.

Sam grinned, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist to hug him tight to his chest. “That’s good. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.” He murmured, sliding his hands into the back pocket of Logan’s jeans. “My day was alright. Thought about you. How was your day?”

Aziraphale could feel the stirring of arousal again and tried to focus on his dinner.  This is going to be a long evening indeed, he thought to himself as he slowly picked away at his plate.  He could hear Michael grunting and looked up to see him struggling to get the spoon away from Sam.  The nephilim’s face was painted with green baby food and it was now getting into his hair.

The angel laughed when the baby gave Sam a grumpy look before continuing to eat.  “You can play with the spoon when you’re finished with your dinner,” he told Michael, kissing his chubby cheek.  “Then, it’s bath time.”  Big blue eyes looked up to his for a moment before a giggle left the baby’s lips.

He could go through this again.  And Michael needed a playmate.  But tonight…tonight would be about getting something he hadn’t had since the nephilim was born.  Tonight would be about letting Sam take what was his.  “I can’t wait until tonight,” he purred, following up Sam’s statement.  “Perhaps you could pin me to the wall…or on the floor, possibly even in the shower.  My Alpha knows how to make me moan.”

Sam grinned at Michael, wiping up the baby food a little but not making much effort for it. He did manage to get food into his son’s mouth, though, and for that he was happy. So what if it ended in an art lesson, too? “Bath time? That’s the best time. All the cool toys and they make stuff to turn water colors now. We should indulge for him. I think green would be the popular choice.” He mused as he wiped some of the green baby food from Michael’s sticky fingers.

He looked up at Azi when he spoke so easily in front of their son. He grinned, reaching out to cover Michael’s ears while the baby cooed at them both. “Azi,” He tsked playfully. “We have a child present.” He teased, winking at his mate. “But who said I couldn’t pin you in all those places? My strength isn’t limited, I’ll have you know.” He said, removing his hands from Michael’s ears to mess with his soft hair while his baby tried to stuff squished baby food into his mouth via his fist.