Every time I see a post joking about how Cas doesn't like/care about Sam I lose ten years of my life
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we better get season 3 i need to see co-presidents to lovers elena x emilio, bobby navigating his literal love triangle, and of course the queens cami and dani in their lesbian wedding !!!
Inktober but Sam day 28: Gift
Just Crowley and Abaddon trying to make Sam smile
Wanna make a shadowrun character with just an unfeasible amount of edge
Summary: Babygirl puts the b in brat when she takes out a week’s worth of frustrating misogynistic pigs on her Daddies.
Warning: 18+, Minors DNI, cussin, smut, D/s and DD/lg themes, somnophilia themes, cockwarming, whatever debauchery I can concoct
A/N: Let’s just say it’s getting harder and harder to let misogynistic comments and actions roll off my back. This is mostly a vent cause these mfs out here trying the last of my nerves. Pt. 2 coming either later today or sometime tomorrow, I wrote way more than orginally intended.
A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.
Y/N had just about had it with men this week. Usually she could handle the prejudice, catcalls, mild stalking, lood comments, and unnecessary roadblocks to getting shit done but it seemed as if their behaviour had been amplified, especially at her job. All she wanted was to get home and hide for the entire weekend.
At the ass crack of dawn Monday, a power tripping type A white man did the most at the airport on her way home from visiting her family, purposefully keeping her from getting on her flight. Gave her some bullshit about how her personal bag that was fine on the way was no longer considered a personal bag with this airport. Same company and same type of plane. Repeatedly quoting that she would have to pay extra because it was policy and he wasn't responsible if other employees did not follow through. Then when she got rightfully upset, he threatened to have her and anyone that tried to help her arrested for disruptive behaviour. By the time she got home, well after the close of the work day she was supposed to be able to complete, she could do nothing but shower and sleep away the emotionally tasking effort of not becoming a full out angry black woman.
Tuesday, the barista at the Starbucks around the corner, couldn’t focus on the words coming out of her mouth, only the movement of her chest. It took him 20 minutes and 5 tries to get her drink right and then had the nerve to leave his number on each wrong drink. The only thing keeping her from ripping his head off was a female associate who obviously had to deal with his behaviour on a regular basis. She gave Y/N a free brownie that helped to sweeten her day slightly. He was doubly lucky she still had 10 minutes to clock in or the sweetness might not have soothed her ever rising flame of anger.
Wednesday, the new security guard who barely made it through the week didn’t understand the word no. Every day when she came in, instead of just scanning her in, he held her badge hostage with a long drawn out telling of why they belonged together. It didn’t help that his trainer was swamped with trying to fill the positions, fulfill the duties of the still empty positions, and train the new hirees; so he couldn’t monitor the shenanigans like he usually had time to and weed out the undesireables. The skeeze would hold out her badge at the end of each spiel, waggling his eyebrows with that stupid grin on his face, and ask, “so what time should I pick you up?” to which should muster up a somewhat polite, “no thank you.”
Thursday, this pair of disgusting construction workers found any way to not do their job. They always ended up on her floor, flirting endlessly, telling her how good she’d look in one of their beds. It didn’t matter how many times she changed her route; those two were waiting for her, at her desk, the front desk, the bathroom doors, the cafe, the water fountain, they were there. She was so relieved when she found out construction was only for the day. Too bad the relief was short lived through the night.
Friday was the worst day of them all. She came in feeling more ready for the day than she had throughout the week, having made it through her entire morning without any mishaps. The day had lulled her into a false sense of security, allowing her to complete her morning tasks and even take an early lunch. She should’ve known that when it rained, it poured. One of her team’s clients had come in a week early and demanded they do their presentation immediately because he had a new vacation home calling his name. Apparently the rich could afford to go on long holidays at the drop of a dime, but not be patient enough to allow the team to actually complete their jobs before providing actionable criticism. The older gentleman’s salt and pepper hair and sharp features made all the women swoon, until he opened his mouth.
“Shames me to see so many women shirking their duties. My wife would never,” he said.
And just like that, the delighted swoons turned to disappointed sighs and rolled eyes. Throughout the entire meeting, he would question any female personnel’s qualifications for holding their position and providing information, dismissed any idea presented unless it came from a man’s lips, all while making passes at anyone who glanced his way. It turned what was supposed to be an hour meeting into two and half. He kept making “a woman’s place” comments and ended up ranting about how inferior they were to men. Even worked himself into a tizzy about how “incapable a bleeding woman was of making logical business decisions”. The cherry on top though was when he slapped her ass on her way out the door after everyone else had left the room.
He said, “If you’re needing a lesson on how to be a real woman, then give my secretary a call. Tell her daddy said he needs some sugar and you’ve got just the dessert I’ve been looking for,” and handed Y/N his card with a wink. She was so shocked at his boldness that she just made a beeline to get her breathing under control.
Y/N wanted to punch him dead in his throat like Bucky had taught her but knew that without any witness to back her up, her equally misogynistic boss would say some bullshit like, “you should be glad a man of his caliber is even looking at a woman like you.” How’d she know? Because the last time a rich client got fresh with her and she slapped him, she almost lost her job. With barely a few hours left in the work day, she chanted he’s not worth her 401k and prayed that God stayed her hand from knocking these fools into the next century.
Fucking men, with their ingrained entitlement and inferior perspectives steered by their vulnerable appendages that apparently warrants them as supreme beings.
There is only so many ways one can politely say “no thank you, I’m not interested,” “you’re absolutely right sir, why didn’t I think of growing balls and saying the same damn thing so that you didn’t feel obligated to steal my idea,” or even, “oh, it’s absolutely okay with me if all i’m worth is what's beneath my clothes.” And if Y/N was anything, it was overly polite and determined to avoid conflict at all costs. Needless to say, her socially acceptable silence had stewed her rage into a bursting volcano; her polite meter was beyond empty, her patience past nonexistent, and her fury reached new fiery heights.
Pity the man in the line of fire when she finally erupts.
Bucky was surprisingly the one to pick up on her growing silence first. Sam was too busy taking on the duties of being Captain America to really do anything but sleep and eat between all of his duties, so Bucky had been in charge of keeping up communication with their Babygirl all week. He didn’t mind as much since Y/N had been helping him get the hang of his phone the last few weeks.
He didn’t have time to reach out Monday, so he first noticed when he called her on Tuesday morning around the time she usually got to her desk. Instead of one of her sweet greetings, she answered her desk phone with a rude “what.” She backtracked and apologized when she realized it was him, dismissing her attitude as lack of sleep and a heavy workload, but he knew there was more to the story. Somebody hurt his bunny. But from past experiences he understood how uncomfortable Y/N felt having one or both of them come to her rescue. She was used to taking care of herself and fighting her own battles and he was going to let her…
The rest of the week she had any and every excuse not to facetime or talk with them over the phone, leaving their correspondence to just text. She knew how much Bucky hated texting, in fact it was a habit of hers to text the groupchat and then call Bucky to help him feel more comfortable with technology. But, this week? This week, she skirted around telling them what was wrong, giving them short responses or saying she had too much to do and would talk to them later. Only later didn’t come and before they knew it, it was Friday night with at least 60 hours since the last time he got a response from her.
“Hey iRobot, did Babygirl call you yesterday like she promised on wednesday? I haven’t even had a chance to say hi all week.” Sam pouted.
Bucky sighed, “No, and she didn’t answer any of my calls or texts yesterday and today. She didn't even tell me if I used the mojis right.” Bucky’s pout matched Sam’s, “She always praises me for trying at the very least.”
“E, Bucky, it’s emojis, how many times-”
“-babygirl doesn’t correct me when I say mojis so…”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Anyway! When was the last time you got to hear and/or see babygirl over the phone, old guy?”
Bucky growled out “Since Tuesday bird brains.”
Sam’s joking manner instantly dropped. “Bucky, something is very wrong, we need to get our babygirl.”
Bucky’s scowl turned into a matching grimace, “You got the same feeling in the pit of your stomach? I’ve had it all week, but I didn’t want to seem like I was overreacting.”
Sam nodded and gulped. “No, you’re not overreacting. I have a feeling that you’re absolutely right. We gotta do better at paying attention.”
“I know. But we have got to be even better about pushing these issues.”
Sam agreed. “Her communication and lack of vulnerability outside of cumming and roleplay, right?”
Bucky said, “ Yea, we let her be a vault too much. As much as we get on each others nerves though, I am never more grateful for you than when we are on the same page for our babygirl.”
“Likewise, now let's go make our princess feel better.” Sam said.
Y/N had given Bucky and Sam each a personalized key to her place about 6 months into their relationship. No partner, let alone 2 had made it that long with her affections so she figured they’d be the ones she could truly trust with this. In this moment they were grateful that they wouldn’t have to take criminalistic measures to get in. Even though it was late/early, this is usually when she would be up, especially on the weekend. They’d hate to add possibly scaring the shit out of her to their surprise visit.
Bucky and Sam came into her place and it was completely dark and quiet save for a few night lights throughout the place, her white noise playing over the house’s sound system, and light whimpers that could just barely be heard coming from her bedroom.
Bucky started to go up the stairs but Sam had stopped him with an arm earning himself a death glare.
“I know, but wait, look at the kitchen.”
“Nothing is in the kitchen, this is the cleanest I’ve seen her place Samuel, let me go to her,” Bucky said with increasing frustration.
Sam answered, matching his frustration, “That’s right James. This is the cleanest her entire house has ever been since we’ve known her.”
Bucky started to take note of everything. Yea, Y/N kept her house clean, but as a creative at heart, her home was always full of corners with her various creations. A knitting project on her couch or books strewn about her reading nook, even leftover flour and stacked sweets from her midnight baking escapades. In all the time they had spent with her, she had always kept some kind of mess nearby to help soothe her restless ever-creating mind. But her home was sterile, something she swore could never be used to describe anything of hers. Bucky could barely smell her scent, mixtures of the natural oils and butters she used on her skin and in her hair that was always magnified in her home.
Sam locked eyes with Bucky and let his tears go seeing that mirroring tears were welling in Bucky’s eyes.
Sam, on the edge of sobbing, said, “It’s like she tried to erase herself. I can’t smell anything that makes this place hers.”
“She did try, but I still smell her. Sam, focus on that. She still smells like a warm hug on a rainy fall day.” Bucky said with a sniffle, “But I gotta say this reminds me a lot of that time when we were on the run, only she’s done it in a completely backwards way.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
Bucky said, “Well, I destroyed the fucking place after I almost killed you waking up from a nightmare. I broke everything in that safe house to try and get you all to just leave me to die next to all the broken glass. Away and safe from the monster that should’ve died long ago.”
“You know Steve could never leave you, especially when you were like that.”
“And, you?” Bucky asked hesitantly.
“Now you know that I was a veterans counselor. You got on my nerves but I was never going to leave you to the tortures laid out by a mind that had been manipulated by wars that weren’t yours for literal decades.”
They hugged it out and shared a look of understanding.
Bucky broke away, “We gotta breathe some life back into this place, hopefully it’s fully stocked like usual.”
Sam paused his retrieval of her pots, pans, and bowls when he could only hear the thrum of the refrigerator door open. “What does she have for us to work with?” he asked as he turned to look with Bucky who was stark still with the door hanging openl.
Sam had never been gladder to have nothing in his hands cause if he did it would be broken on the ground. “There’s nothing?”
“I’ve been standing here trying to make something appear and I can guarantee she has nothing to eat but condiments and wine.”
Sam leaned on the island, trying to bring his anger under control, “I am going to break every bone of the fucktard that did this to our honey bun.”
Bucky closed the door and laid his right hand over top of Sam’s as he leaned over the island and his left on his back, rubbing in small circles.
“We’ll get to them later, but right now we have to focus on fixing this right here. Focus on what we can control for now and fix that, right? Isn’t that what you always say to your classes?
Sam let out a deep breath, “yea, that’s what I say. I just…”
“...I know. But later, remember?”
Sam sighed, “Okay, later.”
Y/N groggily woke up to the smell of good cooking. Her bladder was screaming and so was sunrise right into her face. After relieving herself, she made her way downstairs, hiding as best she could from her knights in shining vibranium armor.
Bucky was working on some brownies and Sam was slicing up some fruit into a bowl, adding it to the brunch spread. Neither looked up from their tasks, but both had known the second she got out of her bed. Bucky however, was the first to address her as he poured in some chocolate and butterscotch chips in the waffle batter.
“Go sit with Sam babygirl, you’ve lost weight,” he said with a frown.
Sam looked over his shoulder at Bucky’s assessment, his face instantly fixing itself into a twin frown. He sat down and patted his thigh, usually her favorite seat. His words came out a little rougher than intended in his efforts to mask his emotions, “Sit princess, time to eat.”
Y/N crossed her arms and mumbled out, “not hungry.” She walked past Bucky instead and put her kettle on. Completely ignoring them she set up her favorite cup and loose leaf tea into one of her reusable bags.
As soon as she stopped moving to gaze out the kitchen window, Bucky lightly grabbed her elbow with his flesh hand in an effort to guide her towards Sam. “Princess, please go sit with Sam, I’ll bring your tea.”
She was just shy of flinching when she pulled away from him, but he still noticed. “No. I’ll make myself my tea and go back to my room. You two can finish whatever it was here that you were trying to do, clean, pack it up, and take it home,” and she definitely noticed the twin flashes of pain on his and Sam’s faces, striking her right in the center of her chest. Still, her pride was telling her to get them out of the house yesterday, unwilling to have one of her breakdowns in front of them.
Sam got up and tried to get closer, “You don’t mean that princess. You’ve just had a bad week is all, right? Just come have breakfast with us and let us make it better,” but she flinched the second he took a step.
“I do-” she slammed the silverware drawer closed and spun on her heels, “-and I changed my mind. You can just stop and leave now, I’ll clean up.”
If feelings were knives then Bucky and Sam’s face would’ve been a freshly sharpened chef’s knife, and telling them to leave when all she wanted was to be held, felt like she was watching her chest being opened with one.
Bucky, with unshed tears in his eyes, became unsure, “Babygirl?”
Thankfully, Sam was somewhat experienced with the mind and pride of a black woman that was too scared to ask for real help. “Buck?”
It took a few times before the super soldier could turn his gaze from Y/N and when they locked eyes, it just about knocked the wind out of Sam. “Why don’t you start putting the food from the table away? Colds in the fridge and the rest can stay warm in the oven.” He looked back at Y/N and sighed, “I have a feeling it's going to be a while before any of us eat.”
“Yes it will, if you’re leaving the food here then you can go now. I don’t fucking care, just leave!” she said, raising her voice and folding her arms defensively.
The kettle reached its boiling point at that exact moment, adding to the tension in the room.
While Bucky despondently put the food away, Sam walked into the kitchen, squeezing Bucky’s arm reassuringly as they switched places. Sam took the kettle off the eye and made sure everything was turned off. When he turned to Y/N and saw she hadn’t changed her defensive stance or bad attitude, he matched her and raised his eyebrow.
Y/N usually fixed her attitude when Sam gave her that look, but today her brat was fully in control. “The hell you looking at? Did I fucking stutter?”
Bucky gasped and Sam’s shocked face quickly turned lethal.
“Alright! I’ve had it with this attitude! You don’t want to talk to us? You don’t want us to do the best we can to make you feel better? Fine, but you will not keep insulting us when all we want to do is help!” Sam said as he grabbed one of Y/N’s fists and made her unfold her arms, holding her wrist in his hand.
Y/N wrenched her arm free with a hard yank. “I’m sick and fucking tired of men telling me how the hell I should look, talk, walk, and fucking feel!” She started out yelling but ended in a sob, “Tired of my value being attached to my body and how good I am at keeping quiet in the face of misogyny. I’m just so damn tired.”
She curled into a ball on the floor and let the entire week out. Unable to catch her breath she succumbed to a full blown panic attack.
Bucky and Sam immediately stopped what they were doing and came to her aid. Sam crouched in front of her, grabbing her hands to rub on them soothingly, and Bucky started rubbing her back.
Sam spoke softly, “Babygirl, I need you to breathe and focus on us. Feel Bucky rubbing circles on your back and my thumbs on your hands. Keep listening to the sound of our voices.”
Bucky joined in, “Yea, keep listening to Sam. He’s the best person to bring you back to us. Trust me, I know.” He leaned next to her ear, stroking her head. “Can you look at him for me bunny? Please?” he said, his voice cracking on the ‘please’.
Y/N slowly lifted her tear streaked face and let out a wheezing sob when she locked eyes with Sam.
“That’s a good girl,” said Sam. “Alright babygirl, I need you to take some deep breathes with me. In for 4, out for 8.”
Bucky added reassuringly, “You’re doing so good bunny,” still rubbing her back.
Sam guided her through the breathing exercises and she followed, slowly calming down until she wasn’t hyperventilating anymore and her sobs had quieted to whimpers.
“Bucky, can you grab some water please?” Sam asked as he stood, scooping Y/N into his arms and heading upstairs.
Bucky made her a giant glass and started to go behind them but decided to grab some fruit, cheese, and crackers as well. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t need to come back downstairs anytime soon, he followed them to her bedroom just in time to hear the tail end of her story.
Hiccuping through her story, Y/N finished with, “I wish I wasn’t born a woman, let alone a black woman with this body. I’m not even allowed to be angry about what I’m subjected to on a daily basis.”
Bucky put the food items down on her side table as Sam sat back on the headboard with her cradled in his arms. After handing the water to Sam for her to take a few sips and putting it on the side table, Bucky didn’t know what he could do, so he just sat on the edge of the bed and twiddled his thumbs.
Sam said, “I can’t say I entirely understand, princess, but I have to say I’m really disappointed in you for taking your frustration out on us in such a negative way. We’ve talked about your communication too many times for you not to utilize all of the methods we discussed.”
Y/N tucked her head into Sam’s neck, finally letting her embarrassment settle in.
“I didn’t mean it! I just don’t trust myself being this vulnerable with anyone but me. My previous partners always made me feel worse whenever I would let them in.” she said, looking up into Sam’s eyes with fresh tears brimming.
Sam sighed and swiped them away.
Y/N looked up at Bucky’s soft words, her heart cracking with each one, “But you didn’t even give us a chance to prove you wrong,” he said, unable to hold back the pain in his voice and his unshed tears from this entire ordeal, “you just, rejected us. Are we that bad at taking care of you?”
He locked eyes with her shattering the last pieces of her high emotional wall. She quickly climbed into Bucky’s lap and started kissing all over his face. “No no no. I’m so sorry dada. I didn’t mean to hurt you guys. Please make me feel better now.” Holding Bucky’s face in her hands, she looked back at Sam, “You two are the best at taking care of me. I just forget to let you sometimes. Forgive me? Pweaaaaasee?”
Bucky half smiled, burying his face in her neck and breathing her in, in an effort to quiet all the negative thoughts that had been swirling around his head since their earlier interaction. “I can’t stay mad at you bunny, but I have a feeling that Samster the hamster brain may need some more convincing.”
They both looked over at him and sure enough he had his retribution face on with his arms folded.
“Your skills of deduction would be right detective robocop.” Sam replied.
Y/N giggles at their banter turned to a whimper as she wrapped her arms around Bucky even tighter, squeezing the life out of him if he hadn’t been a super soldier. “Don’t let him get me Buck, I said I was sorry.”
“Bring me the bratty princess, she needs to learn a few lessons in manners.” Sam said.
“Bucky stood and moved to hand a squirming Y/N off to Sam, “I’m sorry bunny, but you know I can’t go against him when it comes to discipline. We all agreed that he would be in charge of that since I can't bring myself to really chastise you past words.”
“But, but, but-”
“The only butt we’re focusing on here is yours so stop it. You earned this punishment fair and square,” Sam said as he rearranged her body so that her bottom was up, managing to get her sleep dress off in the process.
Bucky bent down to stroke her head and face as Sam doled out 25 swats with his bare hand. Y/N whined and wiggled the whole way through since Sam did not ease her into it like he usually would. He had a point to make and was intent on making sure it stuck.
“Bucky, you want your dick warmed up first since babygirl was especially cold to you?” said like a command though it was phrased like a question.
Bucky and Sam traded places with Bucky clutching Y/N to his front facing an evil smirking Sam. Sam laid down so that he was in front of their private areas and pulled Bucky’s rock hard dick out, swiping his precum with his thumb and sucking it into his mouth and getting him more worked up.
“Such a good boy for me when I’m commanding you, aren’t you?” Sam said
Bucky instantly became the sub Y/N rarely got to see, nodding his head at Sam’s praise.
“Now, go ahead and bury yourself to the hilt, she’s soppin’ wet so you shouldn’t have much trouble.”
Bucky followed directions, eliciting gut wrenched moans from both himself and Y/N. He started to move a little, too overwhelmed with how snug she felt around him and the pressing need to get the friction he was so desperately craving. He was halted by the quick pop Sam gave his outer thigh, jostling their joined bodies even further.
“Did I say you could move?” Sam said with a raised eyebrow.
Bucky whimpered out a weak “no, sir,” and let gravity drag Y/N’s convulsing heat down to the hilt.
“That’s what I thought.” Sam took off his shirt and finished undressing Bucky, wriggling his pants and boxers all the way off. Finally satisfied with his bare partners, Sam laid back down, getting eye level with their joined sexes. He blew on Y/N’s swollen clit and laughed at her tortured moan and Bucky’s echoing one from her nonstop squeezing.
Looking up at them both he said, “Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m hungry, so I’m gonna eat until I’m satisfied. Bucky, you will stave off your orgasm until I say, but Y/N-” he rubbed on her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her sex, “-you’re not allowed to cum at all. Anytime you get close Bucky is going to tell me so I can stop and then start the process all over again.”
until dawn au where there’s no prank because ryder would kill the group if he knew they were seriously trying to prank hannah like that and he’s too much of a stubborn golden retriever to let josh get away with disappearing and-or claiming that he’s ‘fine’
Taking a break from reblogging DCBB content to post some Suptober 2021 Art Prompt content. 😏 Suptober // Day 28 // Monster Mash 👹 Concept: I just thought it’d be fun to draw the boys pulling up to a monster-infested haunted house. ‘Tis the season, right? Suptober prompt provided by @winchester-reload
Close-ups + alt version w/ rain below!