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flyinghellfish · 2 years
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ladylilithprime · 3 months
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Not So Silent Night
Event: Secret Santa Exchange via @spnfanficpond
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: Teen and Up
Tags/Warnings: Alcohol Use, Dean's Pining, Sam's Awkward Flirting
Summary: The hunt was a bust and Dean just wanted to kick back and a bar and pretend he wasn't missing his little brother like one half his lungs. Turns out the bar he picked was a better choice than he'd thought.
Gifted to: @a-nah
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THE BLUE FLANNEL shirt had stopped smelling like Sam three months ago, but Dean still wore it over his t-shirt and beneath his dad's old leather jacket like he could duck his head and catch a whiff of sweat and deodorant and cheap aftershave. He knew that if he did he'd still get a whiff of the deodorant and aftershave from his own morning routine, but despite being the same set of scents it still hit... differently. Different notes in the sweat from Dean's devotion to bacon cheeseburgers versus Sam's burgeoning preference for eating raw vegetables.
Freak. At least Dean could be sure with his thoroughly cooked meat that he wasn't gonna spend the night blowing chunks from food poisoning because of the questionably clean lettuce.
He didn't even know why he was still wearing the shirt that, by all rights, should have been tossed in either the laundry or the motel room trash weeks ago, why he had bothered spending half an hour with a gas station sewing kit painstakingly stitching up the torn cuff on the left sleeve after it got caught on a rusty nail. It wasn't even the shirt that he had been wearing all that day, having spent most of the daylight hours stuffed into a suit and tie. Something about the bar across from the library had bitten at him, though  and he hadn't been able to leave the motel room to get a beer until he had changed out of the monkey suit and into that blue flannel.
The bar itself wasn't anything special: polished wood that didn't hide the scuff marks, a dart board and a pool table off to the side, and a flatscreen TV up in the corner over the bar for folks to watch whatever game was on. Three mediocre beers on tap, a handful of brands by the bottle, and a liquor selection pretending to be more high class than it really was. He'd been in a couple hundred bars across the country just like it from before he was legally allowed to order anything harder than a Coke. He clocked and dismissed the handful of local barflies and a smattering of college students that might be easy marks at the pool table later, ordering a beer and settling in to unwind a bit from a hunt that wasn't worth the name.
His thoughts derailed when the bartender set a shot glass of something iced and amber at his elbow next to the beer bottle. Dean's eyebrow went up in question - he knew he hadn't ordered that - and got pointed in the direction of one of the tables of college students. Not sure what to expect, he carefully adjusted his lean against the bar and looked over to the indicated table.
He would have been able to tell which table it was even without the direction. Four widely grinning students, two dudes and two chicks, were arranged on either side of a fifth whose head was face down in folded arms that left Dean with only the view of a mop of brown curls. As Dean looked over, toying idly with the glass, one of the girls elbowed her apparently mortified friend into looking up and--
Dean lifted the shot glass in salute to the achingly familiar eyes that locked onto his. The last ones he had been expecting to see in this bar, and also the ones he had been missing the most. Holding his gaze, Dean took a deliberate sip of the drink, eyebrows going up at the rich, oaky flavor that spilled over his tongue. The kid's friends apparently had good taste to be sending him a shot of good bourbon like this instead of the usual paint thinner.
The incredulity that bloomed across Sam's face at the blatant flirtation was probably deserved, but then again this was really good bourbon. Dean raised an eyebrow and quirked one finger in a clear invitation, sparking a vivid blush across Sam's cheeks that was absolutely worth whatever yelling Dean was going to be enduring at whatever volume Sam decided was appropriate. To the tune of the playful catcalls of his friends, Sam got up, downed his own drink, and managed a credibly steady stride over to where Dean was leaning against the bar.
"What are you doing here?" Sam bit out as he got within low conversation range.
"Really? Just right into it?" Dean tried not to pout, but come on, after he'd gone and done the kid the solid of pretending to be a stranger at the bar he could conceivably be hitting on in front of his college friends? "Not even gonna ask if I come here often, or say my shirt would look better on the floor next to your bed?"
"I already know you don't come here often," Sam huffed with a remarkably expressive eyeroll. He eyed Dean up and down and frowned. "And that's my shirt."
"Got left behind in my bag," Dean said with a shrug that he hoped disguised the way his neck was heating up, pulse thundering in his ears. "You want the chance to steal it back, maybe you should hit on me properly, convince me to take you back to my place like your friends expect. Single room," he added when Sam started to look uncomfortable.
"Dad let you out by yourself?" Sam raised an eyebrow, smirking when Dean scowled.
"Dude, I'm twenty-five!" he protested. Sam folded his arms, and Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Hunt was a bust, anyway, just a regular human sicko."
"Lovely," Sam grimaced. "So you won't be running out in the middle of the night to go dig up a grave?"
"Nope," Dean said, popping the 'p' and raising the shot glass in salute. "You wanna come home with me, I'm all yours for the whole night."
This was the moment, Dean knew. This was the point where Sam could just as easily laugh it off and go back to his friends, maybe with some story about how Dean looked too much like someone he'd gone to high school with, or even looked up close exactly like his older brother if he wanted to go that route. Or, if Dean was very lucky, Sam would be willing to play along and come back with him and maybe...
"So," Sam drawled at length, tilting his body to incline towards Dean as he leaned on the bar. "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"
Oh, yeah!
"All night long, baby boy," Dean promised and downed the rest of the bourbon in a single gulp.
"Yeah?" Sam licked his lips, trying to look unimpressed as Dean dropped a twenty on the bar. "Gonna tell me not to worry, he's sleeping, for old time's sake?" Which, okay, ouch, point taken. And yet....
"Aw, Sammy," Dean murmured in his ear as he draped an arm around his little brother's shoulders to guide him out of the bar. "If you manage to sleep through this, then I ain't doing it right~!"
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gretavanlace · 2 years
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Beg For It (part 3)
Jake Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, oral sex, degradation, pegging, overstimulation, illusions to infidelity, etc etc
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The thing about Jake is this- the man knows exactly what he wants, and exactly when and how he wants it. He isn’t afraid to enact a little craftiness to get it, either...he’s the sweetest, slyest, con man you’ve ever been blessed to know. If he were even remotely capable of violence or cruelty, he would’ve made a mafia Don to put Corleone to shame.
The thing about you is this- you often forget that. Which, by default, leaves you vulnerable to being worked by your dear Jacob like a rube at a carnival.
“I would have, Sam.” You hear Jake quietly informing his brother in the kitchen. “I’d have fucked her straight through the wall of that bar if I could have. She had the softest looking hair I’ve ever seen...wanted to wrap my fingers through it while she...”
“Jesus, Jake.” Sam snaps, putting an end to the dirty details. “Spare me your shit before I go tell that lovely little girlfriend of yours what you’re in here running your mouth about. I don’t need those fuckin’ visuals in my head. Gross.”
“You mean like the visuals I had to deal with when you fucked that girl at your graduation party in my bed?”
“In my defense...” you picture Sammy crossing his arms over his chest as he so often does when called out by a brother. “Danny was passed out in my room. Plus, we were always on the road by then anyway, you hardly ever even slept there. That was fucking years ago, by the way, Jacob. Let it go.”
“You let it go.” Jake retorts childishly. Nothing like bickering with a brother to turn you into a nine year old.
You decide now is the time to put an end to your shameful eavesdropping and enter the kitchen. Just as you suspected, you find Jake leaned back against the fridge, back mashed against the pictures and take-out menus that live pinned there by the kitschy magnets you like to collect from the various places you visit together. Sammy, is propped against the kitchen sink, arms folded just as you’d pictured.
“Hello, Kiszkas.” You smile, shoving your anger down deep into a little jar inside you. You’ll unscrew the lid, and send it careening free as soon as the time is right.
“Hello, darling.” Jake grins, with a flashing twinkle in his eye that you can’t unravel the meaning of. Probably still lost in the daydream of pounding his cock into Little Miss Barfly Whore. That isn’t fair, you don’t even know her...but ask if you give half a shit.
“Don’t let me interrupt, darling.” You lend a snarky quality to the endearment and earn a quizzical glance from him. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to bed.”
Sam steals a peek at his phone. “But it’s not even nine o’clock?”
“I’m not feeling well.” You shrug, and allow it when Jake crosses the room to check on you with the back of his hand to your forehead.
“You feel normal.” He brushes your hair behind your ear with concern. Ducking away from his touch, you wave him off with a clipped. “Headache.”
Much more warmly, you drop a kiss on Sammy’s cheek and sink into one of his deliciously sweet, platonic hugs. “You stay as long as you’d like, Sam. If you’re here in the morning, I’ll make those veggie sausage link things you like.”
He thanks you, and off you go, praying, for the very first time, that he’ll leave.
When Jake finally finds you, you’re stretched out in bed, taking up much more than your fair share to signal how unwelcome he is. Face washed, teeth brushed, hair braided loosely down your back, you eye him over your book, mid page turn. “Can I help you?”
“No.” he shuffles around somewhat awkwardly, as if he’s searching for his bearings. “Are you upset with me?”
You close your novel and set it aside, taking your time before settling in to rake your gaze distastefully over him in the doorway. “Now why would I be upset with you? Have you done something wrong?”
A visible hum travels up the length of him, but he pretends it hasn’t. “Wrong?” his lips quirk into a miniscule grin. “No, and I resent the implication.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you resent.” You snap. Perhaps a bit more belligerently than you’d intended.
“Wow.” His eyes have widened as if you’re out of line, and it annoys you greatly. “What’s the problem, darling?”
“Darling?” You hiss. “I ought to make you genuflect at my fucking feet and call me your queen.”
“I’m willing to bet that that’s the first time in history genuflect and fucking have ever been uttered in the same sentence.” He laughs, sounding smug and slap worthy. Self-righteous fuck. “So you are mad.” He goes on. “Why?”
“Because you’re disturbing my reading with your incessant questions.”
He tilts his head with that obnoxious smirk plastered across his pretty face. “Is that all, darling?”
You still yourself completely, and pour every ounce of authority surging through your veins forth. “Get down on your knees, Jake. Right now. Right where you stand. Knees.”
Remarkably, he does as he’s told without qualms, almost as though he had been anticipating the directive.
“What if Mommy decides to just leave you there all night?” you hum softly, throwing the covers back to expose your bare legs to his hungry gaze.
“Then I guess this is where I’ll stay.” He concedes obediently, breath faltering in his throat when you spread your legs to reveal that you seem to have lost your panties.
Your hand slips down between your parted thighs to tease over your clit. “I’m so wet, Jakey...can you see it?”
He manages a nod, completely mesmerized by your cruel display.
“Do you want to taste me?” your fingers delve into your warmth, right down to the last knuckle. “Would you like to come over here and make me cum right on that pretty-girl face of yours?”
“Pretty girl face?” He questions shakily. “And yes, yes I definitely fucking want that.”
“I meant what I said.” You snap your legs closed in punishment. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen. I should put you in a skirt and make you ride my pink cock like the sweet little slut you are for me. You are, aren’t you? You’re Mommy’s sweet and pretty, pretty slut.”
He nods, but that isn’t good enough. “Say it.” You order, careful to keep your tenor calming and gentle, as if lulling him to sleep.
“I’m your slut, Mommy.” The sentence trembles out of him as he ventures his hand down to sneak a nudge against his likely aching cock.
“No, no.” you scold, still gentle and loving. “That isn’t what I asked. Tell me what you are.”
You’ve let him touch himself once, so he presses his luck and does it again. “I’m your sweet and pretty slut.”
“Yes, you are.” your legs spread for him once more in reward. “Why do you keep touching yourself? Is your cock hard?”
A deep, faltering breath lifts his shoulders momentarily. “As a rock.”
“Let me see.” you order so gently it could almost pass for a request, though he certainly understands that you aren’t asking.
His hands move to fumble with his belt, eyes on you with questions burning in them, he wants to be sure he hasn’t misunderstood, he doesn’t want to overstep.
“Mmm-hmm...” you encourage, circling your clit with a feathery sigh that makes him whine low in his throat. “Show me.”
He tugs it out of his jeans there in the doorway, on the floor, while you look on from your throne of a bed, holding it in his fist like a gift...an offering to his goddess.
“Lie down.” again, the dictation is issued softly, like a sonnet.
Confused, he moves to stretch out with his back to the carpet but you shake your head. “No, baby. I want your cock against the floor, hands above your head, eyes closed.”
He steals a flash of a glimpse at you, and like it’s the first time, you’re momentarily quieted by his beauty. Once he is positioned right, you allow a quiet moan to quiver over your tongue, knowing how badly he’ll want to see what you’re doing to yourself to elicit that sound. “Look at my beautiful Jakey,” you praise. “Laid out on the floor for me just because I asked. What if I came over and wiped my feet on you like a pretty little welcome mat?”
“I wish you would.” he breathes, clutching lightly at the rug below him, nuzzling his cheek into the plush pile. “I should be so lucky.”
Fuck. He is perfect!
“I want you to grind your cock on the floor.” the tiny gasp that hitches into his lungs as he listens makes you smile. “Move around until you find an angle that feels good, sweet boy, and then fuck your aching cock into the carpet for Mommy. Eyes closed, remember, and no hands.”
A strangled sound ghosts out of him as he begins to circle his hips around, searching for the position that feels best, a languid sigh escaping him when he finds it.
“There you go, baby.” you nod, though he can’t see you. “Look at you, fucking the floor. I adore you, but you’re fucking pathetic. You know who wouldn’t do this?” The lid on that jar full of rage twists off. “Sammy.”
A noise of shock and anger sounds out of him but you charge on. “If I told Sammy to get on the floor and grovel for me– and I would because he’s so fucking gorgeous and delicate– he’d probably snatch me up and fuck me into the wall, he’d make me grovel instead.”
He is angry, you can hear it in his response, but still he heeds your instructions and fucks the floor. “Stop.” One word, yet it carries the muted fury, hurt, and sexual tension, of a thousand.
“Oh,” you feign ignorance. “Does that upset you? That I want to fuck your pretty brother? That I’d like to climb into his lap and ride his thick cock until I don’t even remember you fucking exist? God, I bet he fucks like he plays, I bet he just...”
“Fucking stop!” he cries out, begging for mercy, yet still grinding away at the carpet. “I knew you were there, okay? I knew you were listening...I made it up so you’d get upset. I wanted the strap. I wanted my mommy.” The last bit rushes out in a hurry, as if he’s embarrassed by his admission.
It’s a little like a delicious physical blow, to hear that it wasn’t true, that he’d made up his desire for this phantom girl simply because he wanted this so badly.
“Jakey,” you soothe. “Sit up.”
He pulls himself up on his knees and you are met with the breathtaking sight of him, gorgeous and flushed, hard and leaking, panting and squirming.
“You can just ask for what you want, baby. I love this as much as you do, I don’t have to be upset to give it to you this way.” you assure him. “If you want my cock, just say so.”
A mischievous glint winks in his eye, “I want your cock, Mommy.”
Returning his wicked stare, you shake your head. “Well now you’re in trouble, sweet boy, so you’re gonna have to earn my cock in your ass.”
“Fuck...” the obscenity shakes out of him lowly.
“Come here.” you curl your finger, beckoning him forward as you rise to your feet next to the bed.
He moves to stand but you put a fast stop to it. “Hands and knees, now.”
Pitching himself forward, he moves across the room, crawling closer and closer until he waits at
your feet.
“You’re my good little baby aren’t you?” you praise, stroking his glossy hair. “My sweet boy, my pretty fucking slut.”
“I’m whatever you want me to be.” he whispers, leaning into your touch.
Your grip tightens in his hair and pulls his face to your core. “Be a good boy and eat mommy’s cunt...I want to cum.”
With a rumble deep in his chest, his face buries into your heat, sucking and licking like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to taste you as you stand above him like the judge, jury, and executioner.
When his tongue sweeps, hot and insistent, over the bud of your clit, a moan rolls past your swollen, parted lips. “That’s it, Jakey...” you nod, yanking him up closer to you. “You know just how I like it, don’t you? Aren’t you the sweetest thing for me?”
“Cum for me...” he begs, slurring the words as he sucks away at you. “Please? Right in my mouth? That’s all I want. I’ll go to sleep hard and desperate if it means you’ll let me taste it.” his hands run up the length of your thighs and sink into your hips. “I want it so fucking bad, mommy...let it go. All over my face. Please...”
His shameless begging, and the pressure of his grip digging into your skin, and his ungodly sinful tongue, sends you spiraling, and suddenly you’re fucking yourself against his mouth. Holding him still against you by his hair as you ride his tongue, chasing a desperation you hadn’t expected to feel tonight while you lorded your authority.
When you unravel above him, he proves louder than you are. Moaning and murmuring into you as you fuck his face...growling out feral sounds that make your skin prickle with heat. When you come down, you have to forcefully push him away. He fights his way back, tongue outstretched, searching for your trembling clit, until you have to swat at him, fingertips stinging against his wet cheek.
“On the bed for me, baby...” you hum, stroking the place you’ve just smacked.
He stares longingly at your still twitching cunt, then reluctantly climbs onto the bed after tossing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants.
“On your knees, Jakey.” you purr, trailing a single finger down the back of his thigh. “You’re gonna get what you wanted so badly now. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” he clutches at the sheets, nodding frantically into them. “Fuck me, mommy. Take care of me.”
A knot twists to life low in your belly as you listen to him beg and whine, tugging his boxer briefs down his thighs. “Relax for me, sweetheart.” You keep your voice quiet and calming as you lean in to drag your tongue over him.
“Shit...” he hisses, backing up closer to your mouth.
“Mommy knows what you need,” you promise, lapping over him slowly.
“Feels so good,” his words whimper out of him, and your cunt pulses harder with each one. He sounds like a needy angel.
You spoil him a little longer and then give him a gentle smack on the side of his thigh, “You stay right here, sweet boy.” leaning up you lick the shell of his ear and then hum into it. “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Jakey. Say thank you.”
He nods rapidly, and to your delight, his tongue slips out and licks over the pillow beneath him as if he’s just that tightly wound, in need of an outlet any way possible. “Thank you, mommy. You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”
Dropping your mouth closer to his, you lick into it, giving his wandering tongue a purpose. “You most certainly do deserve it, my love.” you insist on the pull back. “You deserve the world.”
He shudders and sighs your name, but you pull away, leaving him to sound out the quietest wails of desire imaginable...barely sounds at all– as you dig out the strap. A treasure amongst treasures, it waits quietly for such long stretches in between these nights, and once it emerges, you’re always a little shocked by how pleased you are to be reunited with it...the pretty pink accomplice that helps you reduce this beautiful man before you into a quivering puddle of euphoric release.
You’ve become adept at strapping it securely, and in no time at all, you are knelt behind him, dragging the tip, dripping with lube, in gentle circles over him as he pants and moans for more.
“I don’t want you to touch yourself at all...” you croon out, sweeping your free hand over the small of his back. “Mommy wants to make you cum. Alright, sweetheart?”
“Alright.” he sounds so small. Meek, even. But also, so fucking ready...there’s a hint of impatience in his submission, proving how badly he wants this, and how long he has waited.
“How long have you been waiting for this, baby?” you ask, slowly sinking just the tip inside him. He cries out softly, and it makes your thoughts cloud.
“Days.” he admits. “I didn’t know how to ask.”
It dawns on you that no matter what you say to him, this might be something that will never be easy for him to voice, so you do what you do best, you find a way to love him by making sure he always has what he needs. “Next time you want it, just take it out of the drawer and leave it on my nightstand. I’ll find it, and then I’ll know. Would that be easier for you than having to ask?”
You push in further and he nods through a gasp. “Much easier.” he sighs. “I love you so much.”
Deeper you slide in and opt for something a little easier on the heavy in reply. “Easier than me pretending I’d like to fuck your brother in retaliation for you making me insane with jealousy?”
He laughs quietly through a gasp “Were you that jealous?”
You bottom out and grab onto his hips, burying the strap inside him to the hilt. “I was fucking out of my mind. You’re mine.”
That is that last word on the subject, and to make sure of it, you begin fucking into him with long, smooth strokes.
“Yes, mommy...” he begs, thrashing his face back and forth against the pillow. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”
You keep a steady pace, giving it to him no harder, no faster...he said just like that, so that’s exactly how you’ll give it until he says otherwise.
Your hands map invisible trails over his back, soothing and encouraging him with your touch. “You’re taking it so well.” he has earned your praise, and then some. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty, baby...I’m dripping just watching you take my cock. Gorgeous.”
“Faster...” he sounds choked and desperate, dancing along the edge already. “Fuck me faster, mommy. Please, please.”
“That’s my good boy...” you bury your fist in his hair, yanking gently at the roots. It is warm and damp with sweat as you fuck into him. “Tell me what you want. I want you to have it.”
“So close...” he whines a trembling noise that you want to hear over and over and over. “Please make me cum. Fuck, please.”
So many pleases, all the begging, all the fucking begging...
His hands are pressed flat to the headboard for leverage, not bracing to fuck you back, but merely to steady himself so he doesn’t hurtle away too far from you with the force of your thrusts. The pressure of your bodies meeting causes a pleasant pressure against your clit as the base of the strap nudges against you, just enough to keep the frantic throbbing there bearable. And then he’s cumming...shooting all over the sheets below, moaning and crying out for you, arching and throwing himself back until you jerk him up straight by his hair. Fucking him harder, and without mercy, his back now pressed against your tits.
“Do it again for mommy.” you urge, teeth gripping his earlobe in punctuation. “Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, one more time.”
“I...” he trails off and drops the back of his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t.”
Reaching down, you find his cock rock solid still and burning to the touch. “Yes, you can. Give it up, Jakey.”
“It’s too much...” he’s whining and fidgeting, drunk with pleasured agony. “Please.”
There’s that word again.
“Again.” you coax, now sucking marks all along the length of his jugular, fucking and fucking and fucking him. “Behave yourself and do as mommy says.”
His hand moves to wrap around his cock as it bobs obscenely with your every thrust. “Don’t touch it.” you warn. “We did just fine before without your hand, we’ll do just fine without it this time too.”
A sentiment of protest creeps its way out of his beautiful lips, but you quiet him down with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He swallows aggressively, sending his Adam’s apple sailing against your palm, and for whatever reason, it makes you weak with need.
“Come on, pretty boy...” you borrow his word of choice for the evening. “Please?”
“Fuck...” he quakes against you. “Say that again.”
“Cum for mommy, Jakey.” your lips grace over his shoulder, no matter the silken strands of his hair that get caught in your kiss. “Please..”
His arm curls back to sink his fingers into your locks, pulling your mouth to his neck, begging you to suck him without a word. You give him what he wants, and his cock is flinging hot bursts of cum wildly the moment your mouth latches onto the side of his throat.
He falls apart loudly, and feverishly...rocking and writhing, calling for you as though you were a million miles away, begging for what he has already been given and thanking you breathlessly for it.
When he finds himself back on earth, you allow him to slump forward and catch his breath. Finally able to think straight once again, he asks so gently, so absolutely tentatively it makes you want to weep. “Do you need my cock, mommy?”
You feel like you haven’t enjoyed an orgasm in years, you’re so worked up, (though it was just a blink ago that you were riding his face), but you know how taxed his entire system must be. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” you smile, easing the strap out of him.
“Let me make you cum again.” a shiver thrums visibly through him when you pull out completely. “I can do it for you, I promise.”
He rolls over and pulls you closer, yanking at the straps holding your cock in place until they give way. “Sit on my cock, mommy. I know I can keep it hard for you a little longer.”
Listening to him beg you to ride him despite the fact that you know his cock is screaming for reprieve, sets your entire world on fire. “Fuck, Jakey...” you growl, sounding untamed and feral “You’re such a good boy.”
He nods and guides you down onto him, shuddering and nearly chewing holes into his beautiful lips as you begin to ride him hard and fast, fucking his cock as he fights to keep it from going soft inside you.
With rapt attention, you watch as two fat tears fall from his squeezed shut eyes, rolling down his temples to disappear into his hair.
“Are you crying, baby?” you taunt gently, pounding yourself down into his lap.
“It’s too...” he sucks in a sharp breath when you angel your hips. “....much. Please, mommy.”
“Please, what?” You taunt lovingly.
“Please cum...” his fingers are worrying bruises into your waist as they fight not to throw you off of his shivering cock.
“You first.” you know he can’t but you expect his reaction will be delectable.
He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes snap open beneath his sweating, furrowed brow. “No...I can’t. Please, please, please, please....”
The word begins to breathe out of him with every exhale and you let it guide you to your end, that beautiful pleading, you let it drag you under along with the head of his cock rutting against you just right deep inside.
The moment you collapse against him he shoves his hand between your sweaty bodies and pulls his cock free of your warm, wet grip with a sound you’ve never heard before, a sound that almost makes you yearn for round two...almost.
After a long, comfortable stretch of silence as you linger together in that breathtaking space only the two of you exist in, he rolls you off and tucks himself around you.
You know that soon the shower will be calling to you both, as will the kitchen for a cool drink, and maybe a shared midnight snack, but for now it is only you and Jake floating in the sea of each other.
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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years
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Made For You | Chapter 8
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Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, flirty Dean, anxiety attack, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, innocent reader, Virgin!Reader, romantic reader, true mates, unexpected heat Word Count: 3k Created For: @spnabobingo - True Mates
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Dean’s POV
Dean is pretty sure that that omega –Y/N– isn’t going to call him. She doesn’t seem the type, considering how jittery she’d been when she was standing in front of him. It’s a shame, really. She’s exactly what Dean’s been craving; some fresh meat to sink his teeth into and corrupt until she was cum-drunk on his knot. But apparently, the bartender, Jo, had given him a bad tip, because Y/N had practically sprinted away from him when he made his advances. The memory makes his spine prickle uncomfortably, and he wonders when he got so sensitive that being rejected by some barfly actually stings his ego. 
Is he getting too old to be hitting on girls like that? He’s never had age be an issue for him before, Dean knows he’s still good-looking, even with the few extra wrinkles around his eyes. And usually, chicks dig the age difference; they want an older man with experience, and he wants some sweet young thing who’s amenable to being taught exactly how he likes it. Secretly, he’s always hoped that if he keeps hitting on girls that look like they could be in college, one of these days he’ll run into a virgin. But meeting an omega virgin is rare these days, since sex outside marriage has become less and less taboo, and unless you meet the omega before they go into their first heat and then position yourself nearby until they do, there’s not much chance of finding anyone that’s truly unspoiled. 
Bitterly, Dean drains his beer and looks around the Roadhouse, scoping out the other patrons for any other prospects. To his disappointment, there is a sum total of zero. Switching gears to look for the bartender instead, Dean sweeps his eyes back towards the kitchen and watches Jo emerging with a tray of chicken wings that she drops on the end of a pool table for the players to pick at between shots. He raises his empty glass and waves it a bit to catch her attention, and the blonde turns in his direction, a big smirk spreading across her face as she nods to indicate she’s seen him but holds up a finger to ask for a minute. 
Dean nods back courteously and settles on his stool again with a bit of unease. What had she been smirking about? Was sending Y/N his way just a prank Jo was playing to embarrass him for making a pass at her first? Well, that’s just mean, Dean rolls his eyes as he decides that must be it. He hadn’t meant anything by it; there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little company every now and then. He’d given up the idea of relationships a long time ago, that would never be in the cards for him. Not after– 
Dean blinks sharply and shakes his head to dislodge that train of thought. He hasn’t thought about Sam in fuck knows how long. Why on earth is his little brother’s face popping into his memory now, of all fucking times? 
“Want a refill, handsome?” Jo asks, popping up from behind the bar and cracking through Dean’s now stony exterior. 
“Oh, uh, yeah, thanks,” Dean grunts, pushing the empty glass her way and eyeing the bartender suspiciously as she pulls him a new beer. 
Jo isn’t looking at him, but he can still see the smirk on her face, and it sets him on edge. She hands back the glass a moment later, still trying and failing to hide the smug smile on her face, and Dean’s spine rankles. 
“Listen, sweetheart, I don’t kno–” Dean breaks off. He was planning to tell her to shove her smug face back into her own business and leave him alone, but a chime on his phone makes him pause and look down. It’s a text from a number he doesn’t recognise, and he curiously swipes it open.
Hi Dean, if you’re still interested I’m free after my shift tonight, but I don’t finish until 11 – Y/N 
Dean blinks at his phone in surprise. Huh. He never in a million years would have thought Y/N would text him, but he’s not sorry that she has. 
“Dean?” Jo’s question brings Dean’s attention back and he looks up in confusion to see her staring at him expectantly. “Did you need something else?” she prompts him, raising her brows slightly and cocking her head to the side. 
“Uh, n-no,” Dean shakes his head, his earlier grudge against the bartender now entirely forgotten. “Nope, I’m good. Thanks, sweetheart,” he raises his fresh drink in gratitude and takes a healthy glug, smacking his lips and sighing deeply. 
“Alright, well, holler if you change your mind,” Jo pats the bar as she walks off, that same devious little smirk back on her lips, but Dean doesn’t give a damn about whatever self-satisfaction she’s getting out of playing matchmaker with her customers, because it looks like he’s getting laid tonight. He grabs his phone again and composes a reply to Y/N, not wanting to leave her hanging in suspense too long. 
Dean: Hey Y/N, definitely still interested 😊11 sounds great
Y/N: Okay cool 😊 Y/N: If the place empties out before that then I can close up earlier, I feel bad making you wait around so long 
Dean: Don’t worry about that sweetheart, I’d wait til dawn if you asked me to
Dean hits send before he even really comprehends what he’s just typed. He has no idea what made him say that. For one thing, it was corny as hell, but for another, that was a bit intense for someone he’d only met for a few minutes not even an hour ago. God, she probably thinks he’s some weird desperate freak. What if he’s scared her off again? 
And apparently, he is a weird, desperate freak, because the thought of not seeing Y/N again tonight makes his chest tighten in discomfort and his skin feel wrong, like there’s something trying to separate it from his flesh, pushing air into the undetectably small spaces between each cell and making space for… something. Fuck knows what. He’s never felt like this before. Dean looks suspiciously at his beer for a moment, brings it to his nose, and sniffs, concentrating, but there’s nothing detectably wrong with it; no scent of roofies or other herbal additives that might send his hormones into a frenzy. 
Dean checks his phone again and sees that Y/N has read the message but hasn’t texted back. Fuck, she definitely thinks I’m a freak. He scrubs a hand over his stubble in lamentation and sucks up his pride, sending another message. 
Dean: That was really fucking cheesy, can we pretend you never saw that and go back to you thinking I’m cool and mysterious? 
He waits anxiously as the tiny dots that indicate Y/N is typing a reply appear on his screen, taking another drink in an effort to rein in his nerves. Why the fuck does this chick have him so on edge? 
Y/N: When did I ever say I think you’re cool? 
Dean’s heart sinks for a split second until her second message pops up. 
Y/N: 😜
His heart swells in his chest, like it’s soaking up warmth from some internal sun. 
Dean: Okay, I see how it is
Dean: Anywhere around here actually open for a drink past 11? 
He adds the next message as an afterthought, wondering if he should be finding somewhere to take Y/N out for drinks, or if this is more of a ‘bottle of whiskey in his motel room’ kind of drink. Either option was just fine for him, although he doesn’t even have a motel room yet; he should probably fix that. 
Y/N: Well, if we stay at the Roadhouse I can get us the drinks for free? 
Dean: Well you’re definitely the cooler one between the pair of us now 
Dean texts back with a smile on his face. It feels good to flirt a little like this, shake out the cobwebs a bit. His past few hookups were all too drunken and desperate to include any of this kind of foreplay. He misses the anticipation of it, having to work for it just a little bit. It makes the reward so much sweeter, and he has a feeling Y/N is going to taste sweeter than anyone he’s been with in a long while. 
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Your POV
You come back from your break completely giddy, but also massively panicking. You haven’t been on a date in over a year, and you’ve never been on a date with someone who might be your true mate before. Looking back on your past relationships now, you can see the differences in your feelings for those boys over the way you’re feeling now. Those emotions had all been in your head, they were thoughts; you could trace their origin, they had reason and motivation, there was some semblance of logic, even to the ones that had turned out to be illogical. What you’re feeling now is nothing like that. 
There’s no rhyme or reason, no clear trajectory of thought. You couldn’t explain what you’re thinking or feeling to somebody else because you don’t even understand it yourself. It’s innate, whatever this pull you’re feeling is, it’s a part of you. The desire bursting into tiny flames at the head of each individual nerve in your body is woven into the very fabric of your being. It’s feelings, not thoughts that can be spelled out with words, meaningless letters on a page that have no connection to you once you’ve written them out. No, this feeling is a part of you –just like your true mate is a part of you– the same blood whirring around two separate bodies, singing out from one to the other, automatic and uncontrollable. 
Back in the kitchen, even through all the greasy scents of truck stop cooking and Ash’s more recreational activities, you can smell Dean. You’d be able to pick him out from a crowd of thousands, you’re certain of it. Now you’ve caught his scent you’ll look for it in every part of your life – for the rest of your life. Even now, standing here waiting for Ash to finish readying the next order, you feel your body drifting towards the door in an unconscious desire to be nearer to Dean. To your alpha. You shudder at the thought. 
Dean is your Alpha. You’re his Omega. You aren’t just you anymore, you’re part of something. You shake yourself out of your reverie when Ash rings the bell to signal the order’s up, and force your brain to step in and give your daydreams a reality check. You might be entirely certain about what’s just happened, but you have no idea how Dean feels. Does he feel the same helpless pull towards you and your scent that you do towards him and his? Does he even believe in true mates? Not everybody does, after all. In this day and age, the concept is becoming more and more like a fairytale to most people. What if Dean thinks you’re just some silly child who believes in fantasies and nonsense? What if he doesn’t want a true mate who’s probably half his age? Fuck why is this the first time you’re even considering that?
You console yourself with the fact that he is at the very least interested in fucking you, despite the obvious age difference. But fucking someone and falling in love are wildly different, and you’re not naive enough to think that the age gap won’t be a factor if you pursue this relationship. For one thing, what one earth will your dad think of you? Dean is easily the same age as him, and your dad has always been the overprotective type. What if he pulls out the gun you know he still sleeps with under his pillow and shoots first, asks questions later. And fuck, does Dean even know about the supernatural? How in fucking hell are you supposed to explain that the majority of your closest friends hunt monsters when they’re not at their day jobs. 
Your head is spinning, thoughts dancing visibly in front of your eyes until they’re replaced with the image of Dean, blurry, and waving a hand in your face. You blink rapidly as your eyes try to focus on him, and you realise that while you’d been lost in your mental spiral, you’d carried your tray of food out to the dining room, delivered it to the table, and begun to make your way back to the kitchen, entirely on autopilot. You aren’t sure how you ended up on the floor with your back against the leg of a pool table though. And that’s where you are now, your knees curled up into your chest, and Dean crouching down in front of you, hand gently covering the top of your shoulder and shaking you a little, trying to call your attention back to him. 
“Y/N? Y/N!” Dean’s voice barks a little more sharply and he snaps in front of your face a few times. “Y/N, you with me? C’mon, look at me sweetheart,” he pleads, his eyes swimming with worry. His scent is different too, tinged with something bitter, and it makes you frown. You don’t like that smell. 
“Sorry,” you whisper, surprised at how scratchy your throat feels, and you don’t think Dean heard you, so you try again. “Sorry,” you rasp, forcing your eyes to focus on his face, but that’s a mistake, because this up close Dean is so overwhelmingly gorgeous you become speechless again. 
“Are you alright sweetheart? What happened?” Dean asks, hand still on your shoulder, now massaging it gently, and you find the contact is really helping to soothe you and focus your thoughts so you can answer him. 
“I-I don’t know,” you mumble, trying to figure it out. You’d just been thinking so loudly, it had blocked out everything else around you. It had happened before, but not for a few years. The last time was in high school, during your senior exams – and you understand what happened now, it was an anxiety attack. God this is fucking embarrassing. “I uh, I’m fine, it just happens sometimes,” you try to excuse it, but Dean doesn’t look like he believes you. 
“Do you think you can stand up?” he asks cautiously, and you nod. Dean pushes himself out of his squat with a groan, then offers you his hand, pulling you up like you weigh nothing at all, and you accidentally fling yourself into his chest with the momentum you hadn’t been expecting. “Woah, easy there tiger,” Dean laughs, catching you in his arms as you try to steady yourself by locking your hands in his t-shirt, very firmly under the flannel that he’s currently wearing over that one, thin layer of cotton. “At least buy me that free drink first, huh?” he grins, winking at you teasingly, and you feel every inch of your skin burn in a confusing heat – an annoying combination of intense embarrassment and even more intense arousal. With horror, you realise that you can feel something wet between your legs. 
Fucking hell, he’s barely touched you and you’re already leaking. Maybe that Cosmo article wasn’t too far off, after all. It feels like you’re…. Oh shit. You’re going into heat. Fuck. You breathe out unsteadily, burying your face into Dean’s chest and feeling your heart flutter against your ribs. 
“Alpha,” you whimper, trying to suppress your words, not wanting Dean to hear you embarrassing yourself like this. 
“Y/N?” Dean forces you away from his body, holding you at arms’ length so he can look you in the eye, and you shiver when you’re no longer burrowing into his warm scent, despite the fact that you feel like boiling water is beginning to drip through your veins. Dean studies you seriously, and you feel your lips tremble the longer he stares at you, internally begging him to feel what you’re feeling. 
“Omega?” he whispers the question, trying out the word on his lips for the first time, and you nod furiously, tears welling up in your eyes at hearing the term of possession from him for the first time. 
“Please,” you gasp, the word breaking free from your lips in a rush. 
“Okay, okay, shh,” Dean pulls you back into him, cradling you against his chest and wrapping his arms firmly around your back, rubbing his heavy hands up and down to try to dissipate some of your shiverings. “Where can I take you, sweetheart? Gotta get you somewhere… a little more private,” he hesitates over the words, like he’s choosing them carefully. 
“Behind the bar,” you jerk your head to indicate the direction, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Rooms to stay, for… you know, in case,” you explain sheepishly, and Dean nods his understanding, not at all abashed at the idea of taking you to a back room where probably dozens of couples have mated before you. You used to hate the idea of ending up in a position so desperate that you’d need to use one of those rooms, but now you’re eternally fucking grateful for their existence. 
“Right, let’s get you to bed, omega.” The alpha ducks suddenly and sweeps an arm under your knees, catching his other behind your back and lifting you up bridal style, marching you to the door behind the bar without any further delay, and he chooses the first door he sees, kicking it shut behind him and settling you on the bed before leaving briefly and locking it behind the pair of you. 
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rolkstone · 3 months
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Your posts made me realize there's a lot background duos from the show. Legs and Louis or Lenny and Carl (who have gotten more and more screentime), but also cops Eddie and Lou, Moe's had the two barflies Larry and Sam, Bart's two non-Milhouse friends Lewis and Richard, Mr. Burns' hired goons, Mayor Quimby's bodyguards, Nelson's two playground weasels, etc... heck even Kang and Kodos. I'm sure I'm forgetting others.
interesting..of course that makes me think of the pairings I have come up with in my fics/art, which include Bob/Jack, Jack/Ashton, Mr. Black/Devon, and others
definitely interesting when pairings naturally emerge!
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ladybessyboo · 10 months
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So, I know everyone jokes about their “bingo card,” but. I…did actually create one at the beginning of the season, just before the third episode aired. I’ve been updating it all season and already got one bingo, but I’m curious to see what my final tally is at the end, so I’m posting it now to throw it out there before the episode airs.
[Image ID: A 5x5 square bingo card with black text on a white background, divided by gray lines.
Top Row: “COLIN COMES OUT AS QUEER” (highlighted yellow), “BEARD & JANE FINALLY BREAK UP PERMANENTLY”, “BEX LEAVES RUPERT” “TRENT IS THE ONE TO PUSH TED TO CONFRONT BEARD ABOUT JANE”, “ZAVA FACE HEEL TURN” (highlighted yellow)
Second Row: “JAMIE IS THE ONE WHO PUSHES ROY & KEELEY BACK TOGETHER”, “NATE RETURNS TO RICHMOND” (highlighted yellow), “ROY & KEELEY GET BACK TOGETHER”, “TRENT JOINS THE DIAMOND DOGS” (highlighted yellow), “SHANDY GETS FIRED” (highlighted yellow)
Middle Row: “YOGA MUMS APPEARANCE”, “BEARD HAS BEEN HIGH/NOT SOBER MORE THAN JUST THE ONCE” (highlighted yellow), “TED USES RHYMING NICKNAMES (FREE SPACE)” (highlighted yellow), “JAMIE IS CONFIRMED TO BE QUEER”, “ROY PUNCHES SOMEONE ON BEHALF OF JAMIE”
Fourth Row: “WE MEET ROY'S SISTER” (highlighted yellow), “"SHITE IN NINING ARMOR" = JAMIE” (grayed out), “TED RETURNS TO AMERICA AFTER THIS SEASON” (highlighted yellow), “TRENT BECOMES COLIN'S GAY MENTOR” (highlighted yellow), “ISAAC PUNCHES SOMEONE ON BEHALF OF COLIN” (half-highlighted light yellow),
Bottom Row: “COLIN-ISAAC TENSION WHEN COLIN FIRST COMES OUT” (highlighted yellow), “JAMIE PASSES TO SAM TO SCORE PLOT-IMPORTANT GOAL”, “WE MEET TRENT'S HUSBAND / PARTNER”, “AT LEAST ONE OF THE BARFLIES IS CONFIRMED TO BE QUEER”, “SAM GETS A TURN AS CAPTAIN” (highlighted yellow)
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babylon-crashing · 1 year
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lurid
You know, in films, when a Twist-jane lounges
by a flophouse window, in crepe mousseline
drawers, that she must be glum; crooning, “Diva's
Cathouse,” and, “Heartbreak Hotel,” and, “Virgin
Funk.” It's always ten past midnight; next door
your love-worn gunsel answers on his horn …
keeping it low. The sad are always poor
in films. We slouch since love makes us forlorn
and lean and use words like, “hooch,” and, “barfly,”
and, “skint.” Twist-jane, you say? What lurid slang.
Lurid? No, tragic. Like ten past doomsday,
crooning, “I'll be so lonely,/ I could die;”
like in films where your gunsel blows hard pang
and grief and the only colors are gray.
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Notes:
In the noir thriller, The Maltese Falcon (1941), Sam Spade uses the Yiddish term, gunsel (“little goose”), several times to describe Wilmer, Kasper Gutman’s highly problematic “associate.” According to Hollywood lore, the term got by the censors because they thought that Bogart said, “gunman,” though in reality it's a slur for pretty boys kept for sexual purposes by older men. This being 1940s Hollywood, Wilmer is all that, plus every other gay stereotype the producers could think of: effeminate, soft-spoken and, of course, a psychotic killer.
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THE LIST
All One-Hundred & Twenty characters of the starting roster!
Done in Excel, do let me know if something is astray
Kang & Kodos and Barflies Sam & Larry were originally separate, and apparently I miss counted, so another four got to be selected, being Herbert, Allison, Rabbi Krustofsky and Artie Ziff, who I somehow missed. I tried to avoid any guest star one-offs, such as Hank Scorpio, Frank Grimes, and June Bellamy. Please let me know if I missed someone important or suggest the combination of certain characters, or even if someone should be removed!
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DS9 trivia/quotes from my DS9 Companion, Part XIII:
Vortex
The plot of ‘Vortex’ was roughly based on the idea of classic old western movies, “like The Naked Spur, where the good guy takes the bad guy from point A to point B.” – Peter Allan Fields
Peter Allan Fields had worked with one of the writers of The Naked Spur, Sam Rolfe, back on The Man From U.N.C.L.E., in fact it was Rolfe who had given Fields his first professional writing assignment on the show three decades earlier. So Michael Piller suggested that Fields call Rolfe and see if he’d be interested in writing a Deep Space Nine episode.
Rolfe had previously written an episode of TNG (The Vengeance Factor) and took them up on the offer.
‘Vortex’ was the first episode in which Morn (whose name was an anagram of Norm, the barfly from the TV show Cheers) is accused of talking too much. “That became our standard running gag for Morn. He’s apparently a very loquacious talkative guy who never shuts up. But we just never see him talk [on-camera]. It’s a fun bit for people who watch the show closely.” – Robert Hewitt Wolfe.
‘Vortex’ is the first episode of a very rare few where Odo smiles. “By the time ‘Vortex was being filmed, I had been experimenting with different things I could do with this rubber face. I never smile as a character, and I like that. But [by this time] I knew that I could, although it’s sort of tricky to do and not look goofy. I don’t want Odo to look totally goofy. But I liked the idea that a smile might be a sort of a gift that Odo gives only on very special occasions. The smile was not called for in the ‘Vortex’ script, so I suggested to the director that we shoot it two ways, one without me smiling, in case R*ck Berman and Michael Piller hated the idea. But they liked it, and now it is something that they actually write in when they want me to smile. They give me cues to do it.” – Rene Auberjonois
From this episode also arose the question of Odo’s shapeshifting abilities, particularly his mass. “This is a signature episode for that debate. Obviously his mass changed during the course of the show. What I would say is that Odo exists on more than the normal four dimensions we are familiar with. He may not even be aware of this. He turns into something like a glass or a rat, and shunts a portion of his mass into subspace, or some other dimension we don’t know about. So when we look at Odo, we’re seeing the four-dimensional part of a five-dimensional being.” – Robert Hewitt Wolfe
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theangiediary · 2 years
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continuation of (x), dean pov samulet thoughts s1/2 @brotherwives it's some sort of dynamic at least 😹
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Dean's known guys to wear symbols on their bodies- Rings for pride, showing off membership to an institution. Colleges, or more often high school with the kind of folks they meet in small, dead end towns. Worker's unions, sometimes. Tattoos are for honoring sacrifice: marines and moms.
But pendents, that's love. Submissive. Intimate. You can loose a finger or an arm and still live, but to wrap something over the throat and heart...
Usually it's Jesus; God the only thing these folks would put above family. But Dean's never been to keen on that, seen to much to soon to worship His cruelty.
Sam's never been cruel. His brother is good, bone deep. Doesn't fucking matter what anyone says, that yellow eyed bastard could have baptized baby Sammy in demon blood and it wouldn't have made a difference, not to Dean.
It's a slightly uncomfortable realization that he'd worship Sam blatantly if he could.. that he's been settling for big brother protectiveness and ribbing and being at the ready (ready for use), always, even when Sam wanted space. He thought, maybe, that Sam didn't get it, that he assumed Dean could live without him. He said as much when they were staking out Meg. They haven't really addressed it since.. Dean's overwhelming need for him.
Maybe that's what Sam's getting at now. He's not, generally speaking, curious about Dean. Sure he teased about Cassie, that little outlier in Dean's romantic history, but for the most part Dean's a simple guy and Sam acts like he knows all his secrets already. Makes fun of him when his disapproves of what he predicts Dean will do in a situation (he's usually right). The fact that Sam's bringing it up.. it's not a good thing.
He remembers that Christmas. Trying to keep Dad's promises for him when he didn't show up, giving him excuses and breaking the news about monsters. It wasn't fair, but that's life. That's Dean, trying to take on Dad's role (be John) in his absence, because Dad knew what to do in the fire, how to protect them in every crisis since then so maybe if Dean could get close enough..
So when Sam passed Dad's present along to him, well. Gave him all sorts of complicated feelings. It felt like he was being chosen, not just for his honesty in that moment but as acknowledgement of his devotion. Sam saying "You're there for me when others aren't".
Maybe Sam didn't mean all that, Dean can't tell. What he does know is other people see it, sometimes. It blends with his other jewelry, so it's mostly been girls when he leaves it on during sex, toss up weither they think it's sweet or a little weird when he brings up his brother naked in their beds. A barfly, if they're drunk enough not to care about looking gay for asking. Seen misery in those reactions, from folks that lost or were estranged from brothers of their own. Only time Dean would deliberately tuck it away, not liking the longing looks those guys would give it. Not something to share...
So when Sam asks why Dean never got him a necklace in return, well. Dean knows Sam was affected by their childhood, that he has his own baggage. But he wouldn't understand, wouldn't get that it's not an accessory. That by wearing it, Dean's saying "I'm yours I'm yours, forever", that he needs it to see that at some point, Sam chose him as well. He's said as much, that he'd do anything for Dean, but he doesn't need visuals like Dean does so.. he just hasn't. Matched the set. If he wallows sometimes, feels a bittersweet ache of one sided devotion, well, that's his business. Sam's wasn't supposed to know.
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The Black Pearl Brigade chapter 11: Through the Fire and the Flames (originally posted on June 20, 2022)
AN: Five chapters left till the conclusion, and this one features a character that was already set up last chapter. It's going to be tough ending this story, but as we all know, when one door closes, another one is sure to open. And by another door, I mean court drama dealing with how Black Rutile basically brainwashed the entire world into wanting a child and his friends dead like she was a Steven Universe critical!
Synopsis: The mischievious Magman Envyrno causes trouble for the Brigade on a routine mission.
Cast:
Deedee Magno-Hall as The Black Pearl Brigade
Sam Witwer as Torius Vosania, Drunken Pervert
Avi Roque as Cinnabar
Kathleen Barr as Púrén
Featuring Kari Wahlgren as Envyrno
Daisuke Tsuji as Mr. Tengu
Aleks Le as Chioro
Paul Nakauchi as Kappapa, Bartender
Monica Ray as Tanukitsune
Haley Tju as Onna
Stephen Oyoung as Shinigami
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On a cool night in a tavern on a distant planet, the Magman mercenary Envyrno was helping herself to a cold mai tai to celebrate another successful hit. Her latest target, a local small-time trafficker who was indebted to her boss Torius Vosania, was currently a half-melted corpse that she left in the bathroom for someone to try and throw out like the trash he was. "Oy, barkeep, bring me another!" she commanded as soon as she finished her drink.
"Another one, miss?" the bartender sighed nonchalantly. "That's your fifth tonight. I think it's about time you pay the tab and leave."
"I KNOW WHEN I'M DONE, BUCKO, NOW MAI TAI ME!" Envyrno petulantly roared and breathed fire in the bartender's face.
"Right away, madame, please don't burn me alive!" the bartender hurriedly complied with the bounty hunter's request and served her another mai tai to drink and cool off with.
"Thank you." Envyrno thanked innocently and began drinking from the glass just as her phone started ringing. It was a message from the boss, and she picked up the phone to read "NEW TARGET" followed by mugshots of five Pearls. "Ooh, Gems! This should be an interesting hunt." Envyrno cooed while melting her glass in her hand with a smile. "Job accepted."
"Hey hot stuff, over here!" a drunken barfly cried out for Envyrno before laughing at his pun. "Get it, hot stuff? Because you're hot in more ways than one? Come on; I'm hilarious!"
"Look, pal, you got a good sense of humor, but I'm on a tight schedule here." Envyrno said as she got up from her melted stool. "So why don't you stop with the sexual harassment and let me leave?"
"No, stay! We can have so much fun together!" the wasted patron suggested while groping Envyrno's chest with one hand and her rear in the other, too hungover to notice he was burning himself. "Just the two of us, you and me!"
"I said I'm not interested!" Envyrno yelled and expanded the size of her fist to punch her admirer in the face, leaving him more burn scar than man as he flew into a wall. "Well, anyone else wants some?!"
The other patrons roared furiously at Envyrno, thus sparking a massive barfight that none of them stood a chance of surviving. Stools, booths, light fixtures, pieces of walls, and beer glasses began flying everywhere as the barflies all went to town on each other. The bartender gently ducked behind his bar as Envyrno kept giving her opponents anywhere from fourth to sixth-degree burns.
By the time the dust settled, Envyrno stood triumphant over the mountains of horribly burned bodies, destroyed furniture, and shards of glass that were somehow raining above. As the bartender reemerged, he had only one thing to say. "You still have to pay. Not just for the tab, but all the damages too."
"Fine, here's your damn money." Envyrno scowled and put a few measly credits on the table before she left.
Looking over at the money he was given, the bartender was not very pleased by how little he got. "I hate my job."
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"Hopefully, we can get to our next job uninterrupted this time." Cap sighed as the Servant rocketed away from Invisibo-9 after fighting alongside Sylvia Spectre. "But who knows what kinds of strange characters we could meet on our adventures now?"
"Let's not dwell too hard at the moment; let's see what assignments we have now." Pony said and began pulling up possible job offers for the Pearls to take. "Let's see; we can go dragon fighting on Whitmae, stop an uprising gone bad on Zaunpilt, clear a Goa'uld infestation."
"Abandoned escape pod." Braids bluntly interrupted Pony while gazing out at that same pod drifting through space.
"Abandoned escape pod." Pony reiterated what Braids said before suddenly realizing what she just repeated. "What, wait?"
"An abandoned escape pod, right over there." Braids declared, pointing to the escape pod drifting in the distance. "Púrén, check for any signs of life in that pod."
"Affirmative." Púrén stated and began examining the escape pod, eventually finding one incredibly high heat signature inside of it. "There is one passenger contained within the escape pod. Shall I bring it aboard?"
"And just when I was wishing we could have a normal mission." Cap muttered to herself. "Very well. Pull that thing aboard, and let's see if we can help whoever's inside."
On command, the Servant lit up a tractor beam to pull the escape pod aboard as the Pearls moved into the cargo bay to examine it. The five opened the door and discovered that their unexpected passenger was a strange, dog-like alien with pink and yellow eyes and a skull worn on its head like a helmet. "Oh, thank you, I was so scared for my life!"
"Calm down; we were only just passing through." IQ eased the panicking alien's nerves. "We are the Black Pearl Brigade, a universe-traveling bounty hunter crew who often help those in need while stopping the forces of evil Gems. What's your name?"
"My name is Escafil, and I am in deep trouble!" Escafil yelled hysterically. "I was the only one who escaped a Yeerk-Bajir attack on this luxury passenger ship, and now I'm scared they might be coming for me next!"
"Do not worry, madame; the Black Pearls shall terminate these attacks and ensure you find somewhere safe to live!" Braids heroically promised their new passenger. "I swear on my life!"
"Wait, didn't the Yeerk-Bajir go extinct ages ago?" Tails asked with a suspicious brow raise. "I could've sworn I heard they were wiped out in a violent war with Cavenousya."
"These must've been clones created by some monster." Escafil theorized. "If we don't stop them soon, all hope will be lost!"
"Don't fret. We'll find a place for you to crash while we deal with this situation." Cap assured Escafil and put her hand on the alien's shoulder, only to recoil in pain as a mere touch seemed to burn her. "What was that for?!"
"Sorry, my body heat increases tremendously when I'm stressed." Escafil laughed nervously. "Is there any place for me to rest at the moment?"
"We may have at least one spare quarters for passengers like you." Pony offered to Escafil, who immediately leaped out of the pod to shake her hand in gratitude.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Escafil cheered happily. "You Pearls are too kind!"
"Anything to help, miss." Cap smiled appreciatively before leading her out of the cargo bay into the spare quarters that Pony spoke of. "Now, make yourself at home while we find somewhere for you to hide."
"Oh, don't worry, I won't be a bother!" Esacfil smiled innocently as the door closed behind her. But, as the Pearl left the passenger to her devices, her genial expression was replaced with a mischievous grin as her features shifted to look more like Envyrno, revealing that she was Escafil the whole time. "Suckers. None of them will know what hit 'em." Pulling her phone out of her body, Envyrno began making a call to her boss to tell him the good news. "Hey Tori, I'm in with the Pearls. They bought my act like a Vecna would buy a Peloponnese."
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"Very good, Envyrno." Torius Vosania purred on the other end of the call. "I knew I got the right girl for the job. Once the Pearls are lured into a false state of security, I want you to trap them all in obsidian and bring them to me. Understand?"
"Roger Dodger. Over and out." Envyrno nodded as she shapeshifted into Escafil and ended the call, leaving Torius to turn to a rather wary-looking Cinnabar with a proud smile.
"So explain why you chose that spitfire to terminate them again?" Cinnabar asked her partner in crime. "I have a feeling she might have ulterior motives."
"Oh, don't you worry, my friend, Envyrno is a competent individual despite her quirks." Torius assured the Gem. "She is positively ruthless, calculating, energetic, and above all else, very unpredictable. She could look like she's making a fool of herself one moment, only to reveal she is far more intelligent and opportunistic than she seems."
"Okay, she seems pretty promising now that you tell me." Cinnabar grinned with intrigue before sirens began blaring. "Intruders?! At this time of day?!" Just then, a group of Black Pearls very different from the five they were familiar with burst into the room she and Torius were standing in, weapons at the ready to stop the pair of criminals.
"We finally have you, Cinnabar!" the leading Black Pearl exclaimed while threatening Cinnabar with her spear. "Any final words before we bring you in?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Cinnabar coldly declared with a sadistic grin before aiming a second version of her watch at the Pearls, one she built to replace the one Sylvia Spectre damaged in their brief battle. "That's exactly what the last five teams told me."
With a single laser blast from the watch, the leader of this band of Pearls was immediately poofed and forced back into her gem, the rest following right after her. Within mere moments, the five Pearls quickly reformed and stared at Cinnabar with a glazed look in their eyes.
"Now tell me again, what are you?" Cinnabar asked the Pearls she had just reprogrammed with a mere zap.
"We serve only Black Rutile." The Pearls droned in harmony, much to Cinnabar's delight.
"Another batch to add to our armada." Torius declared as the Pearls marched away. "And soon, those Pearls shall join all their sisters as our loyal servants."
"Indeed." Cinnabar added, gazing out at the dozens of Pearls she had brainwashed with her new watch with an evil grin. "Envyrno better not fail us.”
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After Envyrno had settled into living with the Pearls for the time being as Escafil, the Brigade began reviewing planets for them to land on so she could find somewhere to hide. Unfortunately for them, not many of the worlds seemed like a suitable environment for them to move her to.
"How about this one?" Braids suggested while presenting a hologram of a red, volcanic planet to the Pearls. "There's so much chaos and destruction here; the Yeerk-Bajir would be too distracted trying to survive while finding Escafil!"
"Dathofar? I don't think so." IQ objected to Braids' idea. "The lava and wildlife there would prove most hazardous!"
"Okay, scratch that." Cap responded and made the hologram disappear in favor of another possible planet. "Ooh, Zebes sounds promising!" Just as Cap finished her sentence, the planet exploded. "Never mind. I swear, that planet explodes and reforms itself every week or so!"
Meanwhile, Pony was busy trying to sweep up some incendiary residue on the floor with a highly advanced mop, but the mop kept slowly burning up every time it touched the floor. "Hm, something doesn't seem right." She muttered to herself. "Every time I see Escafil move around, she always leaves behind lava that burns through the ship. And it always seems like something's burning when she's around."
"Anything the matter, Pony?" Púrén asked, abruptly displaying her holographic body behind the second in command of the Brigade.
"Stars!" Pony yelped in surprise before realizing who it was that spooked her. "Oh, sorry, Púrén. It's just that I'm finding our new guest to be awfully strange."
"How so, Pony?" Púrén asked with a curious tilt of her head.
"Well, like I said just before you appeared, everywhere Escafil goes, she always leaves behind puddles of lava, and every room she's in always seems like it's burning." Pony responded. "Just what kind of species is she?"
"Whatever our passenger is, she displays a body temperature that is abnormally higher than any other creature in this part of the universe." Púrén commented as she compared Escafil's body temperature to other lifeforms she had gathered data on. "Perhaps our guest is not what she seems after all."
"Hopefully, the others can believe me about this." Pony shook her head before she heard Braids calling for her from the bridge.
"Pony, we request your presence at once!" Braids bellowed from the other room. "We believe we have located the most glorious planet to bring Escafil to!"
"Be with you guys in a bit!" Pony hollered back as she decided to put away the mop, unaware that Escafil was watching her with the realization that she may have been found out.
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"So, did you manage to find a good planet?" Pony asked the Pearls once she entered the bridge.
"Yes, I think so." Tails answered before presenting to the second in command a hologram of a wondrous ocean planet covered in islands. "This is called Kyukanza, one of the most beloved vacation planets in the entire universe. Not only will Escafil find a new home here, but we could also use this as a potential vacation spot in the future."
"Oh, that sounds amazing!" Pony exclaimed cheerfully. "But that reminds me, I think Escafil might not be who she thinks she is. I keep cleaning up puddles of lava she leaves everywhere she goes, and it always seems like every room she's in suddenly gets hotter."
"How hot are we talking exactly?" IQ asked.
"Hotter than a sauna, but not as hot as a really big sauna." Pony deduced. "Heck, Púrén even found out that her body temperature is among the hottest in the universe!"
"I understand your concerns Pony, but let's wait until we get to Kyukanza before we can jump to conclusions." Cap suggested. "Which reminds me, Púrén! Hyperspeed to Kyukanza!"
"Command recognized." Púrén obeyed and launched the Servant into warp space as Escafil peered into the bridge to keep spying on the Pearls.
"Dammit, they're all getting wise!" Envyrno cursed to herself as she hid behind the door and switched back to her normal form. "Looks like I'll have to keep playing it cool until it's safe for me to take them by surprise!"
"We are now arriving at Kyukanza." Púrén announced just as the Servant exited warp space in front of the famous vacation planet. "This world is home to many strange, ghostly creatures inhabiting the many islands called yokailiens. Humans might liken to beasts known as yokai."
"Pardon me, but what are yokai?" Tails asked the AI.
"Yokai are basically ghosts that appear as part of many religions in the Earth country of Japan." Púrén explained while showing the Pearls various images of yokai. "Some of them can appear very friendly, but others are far more malicious."
"Fascinating facts." IQ declared proudly. "How did you know all this?"
"I've scanned parts of Earth while we were hanging in Little Homeworld." Púrén answered. "They possess some very interesting history."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Cap stated. "Let's get to landing!"
On the captain's orders, the Servant began slowly approaching Kyukanza. At the same time, Envyrno quickly switched back to her Escafil disguise, still holding onto hope that her mission could go off without a hitch.
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The Servant landed gracefully on the sandy beach of an opulent resort island inhabited by extraterrestrials from all over the cosmos who came to relax without a care in the world. But right now, the Pearls were not here to relax. They were on a mission, and they were going to complete it through hell or high water.
"Ah, welcome esteemed guests." A yokailien that bore a striking resemblance to a tengu greeted the Pearls with a charming smile, accompanied by a woman that looked like a cross between a tanuki and a kitsune. "You may call me Mr. Tengu. This is my wife Tanukitsune, and we welcome you to our Kyukanza island resort!"
"It's a pleasure to meet new visitors, especially Gems." Tanukitsune added. "We don't get them very often because they're always so busy on other planets. If you happen to find any Gems that look like they need a break, please be sure to send them our way."
"We thank you for the warm welcomes, but we're not here for relaxation." Cap stated as she gestured Escafil forwards. "We'd like you to meet Escafil. She wants us to keep her safe from a Yeerk-Bajir armada that attacked the passenger ship she was on that is plotting to finish the job, and we believe this planet of yours might be the perfect place to hide."
"Oh, we are always willing to accept anyone needing help, my dear." Mr. Tengu said gently as he walked up to Escafil. "Welcome to our little patch of heaven way out west, miss Escafil." He extended a helping hand to the so-called victim. "We hope you can enjoy yourself here."
"Yeah, in more ways than one, maybe!" Escafil declared as she suddenly began cackling, and her form began contorting wildly, confirming to the Black Pearls that their passenger indeed was a liar. "Ooh, you should see the looks on your faces!" Envyrno cackled at everyone's alarmed reactions. "Priceless!"
"I knew it; I knew I was right!" Pony exclaimed in shock at Envyrno's reveal. "Wait, who are you, exactly?"
"I believe I've heard of her on the news." Cap said while bringing up news articles discussing Envyrno. "This is Envyrno, a petty Magman criminal from the planet Hifotia wanted for crimes of thievery, murder, and just being plain annoying."
"My my, it seems my reputation proceeds me!" Envyrno cackled with an obnoxious snort. "I'm here under Torius Vosania's orders to have you all captured since I owe him for breaking me out of the big house! Speaking of which," She threw out her hand and encased the Pearls in a lava-like prison that quickly turned to obsidian. "now that I got you five contained, I think I'm gonna start causing a little trouble 'round here for the heck of it!"
"No, I won't let you harm our business!" Mr. Tengu barked at Envyrno as she ran off, leaving more puddles of lava in her wake and laughing all the way.
"TOO LATE, GRAMPS!" Envyrno hollered while sticking her tongue out at the tengu alien.
"Someone help us!" Cap yelled as she and the Pearls tried to break themselves out of their obsidian confinement. "We can't let Envyrno get away!"
"Do not worry, Pearls, I can help!" Tanukitsune exclaimed as she raced over to the Pearls and raised a paw to the air, quickly bringing it down with a loud "HI-YAH!" and breaking it into pieces with seemingly no effort at all. "You may thank me later, girls. Now go and stop that Magman before she starts ruining everyone's vacation!"
"Thanks a lot, miss!" Pony bowed gratefully to the fox creature before the Pearls raced away to find Envyrno. All they needed to do was follow the trail of lava, wanton destruction, and girlish laughter that the Magman left in her wake.
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"Can't keep me locked in here forever, coppers!" a past Envyrno declared as she was put behind bars on her home planet Hifotia, wearing special handcuffs to keep her from just melting her way out. "I'll keep breaking out, just like I always have!"
"Fat chance, Envyrno." One of the guards declared. "After what you pulled against the high sheriff, we're planning on keeping you here for life."
"And if you even think about getting out, we have systems in place that will ensure you're as good as dead." Another guard added. "Hope you enjoy eternal confinement."
Just then, the prison's alarm systems began going off as armies of robot soldiers began storming the complex and inciting a mass breakout among the prisoners while overwhelming the guards. At the front of these soldiers was the crime lord Torius Vosania, who strolled among the escaping prisoners and charging guards to greet Envyrno. "Hello there, little Magman."
"Who are you supposed to be?" Envyrno pouted at the galactic kingpin.
"Pardon me for being so rude; I was so caught up in this breakout that I forgot to introduce myself." Torius declared politely. "I am Torius Vosania of the Vosania Syndicate, and I come to make you an offer."
"Wait, Vosania? Didn't one of the Universal Lords come from the Vosania royal family?" Envyrno wondered, unknowingly or perhaps knowingly triggering Torius.
"If you wish to remain here, then do not bring them up again!" Torius yelled hoarsely as he tightly grabbed onto one of the cell bars. "Or, I could free you, and you could come work for me. What do you say?"
"With an offer like that, how can I not say yes?" Envyrno grinned and took Torius's deal while Torius plugged his cybernetic legs into her cell door to let her out. "Think you could do me a solid and take these off as well?"
"With pleasure." Torius smiled and grabbed onto the Magman's handcuffs, ripping them away with literally no effort at all. "There, now you are indebted to me."
"Hey, thanks for the lift there, Tori!" Envyrno declared while giving Torius a hearty pat on the back, leaving a mild burn scar behind before the two walked off. "I have a feeling this will be the start of a beautiful friendship."
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"WEHEHEHEHEHE, CAN'T STOP ME!" Envyrno cackled in the present day as she began incinerating tourist attractions on Kyukanza left and right, causing tourists and yokailiens to run screaming left and right. "That's right, keep running! Let me hear you say, "AAAAAGGGHHH!""
"AAAAAGGGHHH!" all eight of the heads of Chioro, an Orochi-like yokailien, yelled in pain as he accidentally stepped in some lava and leaped as far as his agony could take him. "SOMEONE HELP US!"
"Don't worry, we're here to help!" Cap exclaimed as the Pearls, Mr. Tengu, and Tanukitsune raced onto the scene to stop Envyrno.
"Aw man, the buzzkills!" Envyrno frowned. "Well, try and buzz after seeing me do this!" With a cocky, catlike grin, she then fired lava at the ground and raised it to the air to form a great wall to keep her opponents away. However, Tanukitsune used her multiple tails to spin them like a helicopter to help her husband and their guests over the wall before dropping multiple golden balls from her pouch that knocked Envyrno to the ground. "Oh, balls."
Just then, Kappapa, a kappa-like resident of Kyukanza, emerged from the nearby lake and began stomping like a sumo wrestler. "Dosukoi!" he yelled while spreading salt beneath his feet for good luck and then charged at Envyrno. "Come and fight me, fiery beast!"
"Aw, isn't that cute?" Envyrno smirked at Kappapa. "The little turtle man wants to-YEOWCH!" Before Envyrno could finish, she was sent flying while Kappapa posed beneath her with his hands clasped together to form a gun.
"I hope you enjoy a thousand years of death!" Kappapa laughed boisterously.
As Envyrno face-planted into the ground, she realized she was face to face with the Pearls once again, but this time they were accompanied by Mr. Tengu, a young Yuki onna girl, and a Shinigami who wielded a massive scythe in his hand.
"Leave this planet now, Magman, or you will face the consequences." Mr. Tengu crossly commanded Envyrno. "I have friends who will make sure to show you the door."
"Allow me to be your ferry to justice." Shinigami forebodingly added while threatening Envyrno with his scythe.
"None of you can't escape me!" Envyrno yelled before she grabbed Shinigami by his scythe and tossed him away, but the Pearls were quick to try and restrain her.
"She's too squirmy!" Pony yelled while trying to keep Envyrno from escaping the five's collective grasp.
"We need a way to keep her from moving so much so we can contain her!" Tails added.
"Wait, I think I know what to do!" IQ exclaimed. "She's made of lava, so logically, her weakness should be water, right?"
"You know I can hear you!" Envyrno responded, fearing for her life as she successfully escaped from the Pearls, only for Shinigami to strike her down with his scythe and her feet frozen in ice by the Yuki onna girl. "Oh no, I'm screwed."
"Let's see how you like that!" Onna declared proudly as Mr. Tengu took the trapped Envyrno by the arms and tossed her into the lake. As soon as a solidified Envyrno floated back up to the surface, Chioro picked up the petrified Magman with one of his eight heads and gently placed her on the shore.
"We did it!" Mr. Tengu exclaimed, prompting much cheering from the other yokailiens and the Pearls. "And we wouldn't have done it without your help, Pearls."
"To be frank, I don't think we did all that much." Braids admitted. "It seems you did most of the fighting here, my yokailien friends."
"It does not matter." Kappapa declared with a bow. "Had it not been for your quick thinking, there is no telling what kind of horrible things the Magman would've done."
"But we still brought her here to begin with." Cap replied.
"We know it wasn't your fault." Tanukitsune said calmly while stroking the Pearls with her tails. "Besides, we knew she was lying the moment she mentioned the Yeerk-Bajir, who have indeed gone extinct ages ago."
"Called it!" Tails declared. "So, what do we do now?"
"I got a great idea!" Onna suggested. "Let's party!"
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Within mere moments, the Black Pearl Brigade were being served fruity drinks in coconuts by the seashore by Shinigami while Kappappa played a ukulele, Onna led some other Yuki-onnas in a hula dance, and Chioro provided some shade with five of his heads.
"Ah, this is living." Cap declared while drinking out of a coconut. "Another adventure in the bag."
"And now we can celebrate with a glorious vacation!" Braids cheered. "Thank you very much, Mr. Tengu!"
"It was my pleasure to serve you, Pearls." Mr. Tengu nodded with a smile. "You are welcome to come here anytime."
"Hey, that reminds me." Pony asked. "What do we do with Envyrno here?" She then gestured over to the petrified body of Envyrno in the distance. "Surely, someone must be coming by to pick her up."
"I'm sure she'll be taken away soon." Tanukitsune replied. "But in the meantime, let us take your worries away for now."
"Yeah, we could use this." IQ responded with a sigh and kept drinking from her coconut.
"Maybe we could bring some friends along next time we come." Tails suggested.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Onna cheered.
"Yes, bring as many as you'd like!" Kappapa added. "I'm sure they'd love it here!"
"You said it!" the Pearls agreed in unison before sharing a laugh and continuing their much-needed victory party.
In the distance, however, a rather grim-looking spaceship arrived at Kyukanza to collect the frozen Envyrno while Chioro watched, and he believed that nothing good could come to the Magman as the ship left. "Wonder how she'll be punished?" he asked himself.
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The ship returned to the Vosania Syndicate's mothership, where a very angry Torius calmly awaited Envyrno's return so he could punish her for her failures. As Cinnabar prepared to break the Magman out, Torius stopped her. "No, Cinnabar, allow me."
Torius exploded with rage as he hoisted up the stone Magman and tossed her at a wall, his throw strong enough to break the rock containing her and return her to normal. As Envyrno patted herself to check if she was okay, she nervously gazed up at her contractor with a sheepish grin. "Hey, boss. So, sorry I failed."
"Oh, you did more than just fail!" Torius snarled. "You have humiliated all of us! You, me, and all of my affiliates! And for that, I have a very special punishment for you."
"What could that be, Torius?" Cinnabar asked.
"Being sold off to the Snake People to fight in their gladiator games." Torius purred, making the two cringe in fear of what he had just said.
"Are you serious?!" Cinnabar yelled in terror. "Everyone knows how deadly those are!"
"No, please, sir! I can do better!" Envyrno screamed in despair as a pair of robot enforcers hauled her away from Torius. "Just give me a second chance! I'm sorry!"
"You've run out of chances before we even found you." Torius coldly declared before retreating into the shadows, leaving Cinnabar worried about what he just did and how she might be next if she ever failed him as astronomically as Envyrno did.
--
Well, that was a chilling reminder of the grand finale to the Alternate Universe franchise to come. That's right, Envyrno shall become one of many characters introduced in Black Pearl Brigade who will be featured in Snake Eyes, right alongside Sylvia Spectre, Sheriff Spiegel & Deputy Edward, and a few others who shall be appearing in the coming chapters. Such as the next one, which will feature characters who are basically walking Transformers references! See you then.
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pascalls · 3 years
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my husband is the fire chief
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burnsmithers-lol · 2 years
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Thoh spoilers I guess :/
I spotted themmmm :))))
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Sorry for the crappy pics I had to take them off my tv :(
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bitchingbetty · 3 years
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Sam the Barfly, for @pascalls. I've been meaning to draw him for aaaages, and finally got around to it 😊 hope this helps improve your day!
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sam the barfly + road trips/souvenir shops
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