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@castratecapuchin
she/her
the castratecapuchin agenda:
samisa & willmack
toff and sam dynamic that is like a trying to be cool abt it father & his teenage son’s boyfriend he only kind of fucks with
big spoon macklin celebrini
zero brain to mouth filter michael misa
mispence narratives (feat. parisa)
endeared by michael misa club
the castratecapuchin required readings:
Sam Dickinson, Known Nice Guy
Spit Covered and Pink
thinking about it and yeah sam and misa do fist bump after sex
in fact, they do something quite similar to sam in the podcast going "good word!" and holding out his hand for a fist bump.
i think it could actually be "good work" or "good one" or "nice" but it's usually sam saying it because I subscribe to the michael misa going to sleep IMMEDIATELY post sex agenda. And he's sleepy and sam is warm and hes pressing his face into Sam's bicep, and Sam's taking his other hand and holding out a fist bump and saying "nice one, eh?" and misa is sleeping fist bumping back, nodding. "Good Job."
Listen actually this whole idea of somno failure samisa is way more important to me than I thought—
Like Mike very carefully suggests it and Sam is like ‘fuck yeah that’s so hot I’m so into it for sure babe’ visions of waking up with his beautiful unicorn riding him dancing through his head so happy to be useful to be good to be good to be good for Mike yes perfect amazing. He’s doing such a good job! Achieving such a high level of boyfriendliness that Mike KNOWS Sam’s body belongs to him and he can just — use it — whenever he wants. For whatever he wants. Belongs to Mike. Meant to take care of Mike. Uhhh. What was the question again?
And Mike is like. Oh fuck yes he doesn’t think it’s weird. Oh fuck yes he’s into it. Oh fuck yes, gonna wake up surrounded by all this weight, this guy who makes taking care of him so natural, makes sure he’s got what he needs and runs the interference with the bullshit so well that Mike doesn’t even have to think about it, can actually just breathe and enjoy things because he’s got Sam tugging him in his lap begging for attention and half snapping at the media/staff/stressors Mike just doesn’t want to fuck with. This is gonna be so good. Just pure sensation waking up with Sam inside him it’s gonna be so good.
So they like take a gummy each without any consultation and pass the fuck out. Wake up and Sam tries to high five Mike like damn how sneaky were you getting yours I didn’t even wake up— visibly disappointed. Mike is like what. I thought you. Huh. Maybe we shoulda talked about this a little more?
michael’s not really sure if the fact he calls luke just luke means anything. sam will ask about his family, or toff will, and michael will start with well, luke is… it’s luke, never my brother, luke. the distinction is probably trivial but michael notices, he thinks some people might too with the way they always have to clarify— your brother? hockey guys don’t do that, they want you to think that they’re the most informed person in the room. michael can’t really operate like that, he would embarrass luke growing up by asking questions, even worse when they were targeted at luke to clarify something he didn’t have the answer for.
he can remember luke keeping his face turned out the car window on the ride home from practice, never once turning to look at michael in the backseat. a lot of being brothers is like that, you look when he’s not and then you have to trust, or have to wonder, if he’s doing the same thing. luke doesn't make him guess for things too often though, easy to find at UPenn, and even easier in oakville. michael doesn’t have to go looking ever, even when luke was in the ohl on his own, he was only a few miles away. luke’s older so he went first, to mites, to juniors, to the ohl, to the draft both times. and then it was michael, who still turns back and has to ask okay, what now? but it’s different.
them in oakville. luke in mississauga and michael in oakville. luke in pennsylvania and michael in san jose. luke not in calgary and michael in san jose. michael wants to say that it’s not the cte that’s fucked his memory, he’s just not good at remembering, but some things he does— luke not looking back at him in the car; luke calling him over and over and over again until he picked up after michael broke curfew for the first time; luke sitting on the floor of their kitchen in oakville saying i don’t remember living here without you when he meant to say just living because he was two years old when michael was born, you can’t remember things then. michael doesn’t remember anything without luke lurking in the background of it, every story, even the ones that take place in san jose have luke somewhere else in the world as they were happening.
mack started talking training camps and michael first question was not when, or with who, or is your dad gonna be there the whole time, it was can luke come? luke, luke, luke, it doesn't matter if michael forgets to call him back, or text at all, or like his photos in the family group chat. it was michael sending the photo of him and luke together after the hlinka cup win to zayne and getting damn, what'd u do to luke??? back in response. he didn't do anything. it was their mom who had to sit michael down after the nhl draft, his, not luke's, and tell him that things might be different from that moment on. which doesn't make any sense because no matter how tall michael gets, or what team he plays for, or if he's 2ova, or 1ova, or 2C, or breaks his tibia for the second time and has to move back to oakville, luke is always going to be older.
it was all the same thing when michael was eleven and luke was thirteen and he found out they weren't friends anymore. stick to the gut and leaving michael hacking up his breakfast on the outdoor rink. and two days later, micahel watched nick lardis' older brother break his nose, watched no one blink an eye because you get to do that when you have a brother. except luke never broke his nose, just high sticks, and boarding, and telling michael that their cat died to see him weep, and promise to never forgive him when he found twizzler licking butter off the kitchen table. and they're friends again now, because michael still asks for him to come to places like vancouver, and luke still makes conversation so michael can sit there and ask an hour later, what do you think lardo meant when he said...
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sam who has gotten so used to taking care of mees that he doesn’t think twice of getting his plate ready when they’re in some lake house in toronto and mees is half awake at the table and luke is watching him with carefully eyes because what the fuck does sam dickinson know about his baby brother’s breakfast preferences and mees lets out a little appreciative hum and blinks his wide doe eyes at sam who hands him his mug of coffee wordlessly and nearly loses the battle in pressing a kiss to mees’ head because he can feel luke’s glare from across the table
and then they’re sun-warm, eyes heavy with the type of sleep that hits you after you spent hours under the sun. the dock under them is almost too warm, their pink skin and the verge of becoming red and painful, but mees is pressed against sam, almost half-tucked under him, nose pressed to his shoulder and their hands loosely interlocked and luke definitely has fucking questions but he keeps them to himself
and then they’re back inside and the week drags on in the half domestic-ness that sam doesn’t really blink at because we do this shit at home anyway so are you going to let me in or not when misa has to shower and sam follows him in without thinking because he’s tired and sticky and his stomach kind of hurts because he definitely ate too much and misa looks at him for second before shrugging and let’s sam wash his hair while he chirps at him for his 2 in 1 and forces misa to use his body wash instead
and luke, who had spent most of his life looking out for his little brother who eats ketchup with anything that he can get away with, who sleeps in until someone has to physically get him from bed and started drinking coffee way too young, has to come to terms with the fact that someone else knows all of misa’s tells without misa having to spell it out and it’s sam fucking dickinson of all people, who’s tone is sometimes mean and sharp but never quite with misa who rolls his eyes when it is and tells him to shut the fuck up sam oh my god and sam gets this crazy glint in his eyes and luke has to look away and ignore the noises from misa’s room when they eventually disappear upstairs
sam who bitches and moans about misa not cutting the watermelon right and takes over and forces misa to watch from where he’s sat on the counter by the cutting board, sam who lathers in misa in sun screen and lets misa do it back with feather light fingertips that dig into the gaps of his ribs and sam thinks they fit too nicely there, and i’ll give you anything if you ask, carve my organs out to make space for you if you keep looking at me but that’s too crazy to say so he shoves misa off the dock and tells him to stay on his feet and cannonballs in after and lets the water muffle misa screeching i’ll fucking drown you because sam will let him if he wanted too
misa who lets his mind wander away when sam takes them out on the boat, his mouth running almost as fast as the engine, the lake water spraying at them in a fine mist until they’re stagnant and the sun is way too bright and they have their stupid matching bucket hats and he’s on sam’s lap, arms thrown over sam’s broad shoulders and sam’s pulling him closer, teeth and patchy scruff marking his neck up
luke simply sighs when they come back, pointedly giving his baby brother a look and narrowing his eyes at sam who grins too widely and a bit too smug as misa pulls him to the bonefire and tells him to get it started and why the hell should i know how to start a fire and you watch that guy all the time and you can’t start a fire?
luke leaves them alone, deciding that if misa ends up killing sam that he’ll have plausible deniability
EXTENSION ALLEERRRTT!!!! 5X15 BABY WOOOO
is ✨ right now ✨ too soon to ask for subby misa?
i fell asleep while writing this last night, sorry!!! also i struggle to write anything, even headcanons from misa's perspective sooo. mostly sam but you get the gist
also psa i'm massively influenced by my fellow samisa jerkers so credit where it's due to monkey, horsey, puppy, bunny and the rest of the petting zoo
sam snaps his fingers at misa. not constantly, just once in a while, because misa’s a dawdler, doomed to look at and touch many things, especially in new environments. or sometimes it’s because misa gets all vacant and glassy-eyed, thinking back to a pass he missed or a turnover that could’ve been prevented, and stops participating in the post-game locker room chatter, then sam snaps him out of his head. sam obviously abuses this information to get misa’s attention whenever he wants it
two fingers under the chin is all it takes for misa to be gone-gone. “hey, eyes up here,” and oh, he’s forgetting whatever bitchy little comment he was making and sam’s like, “wow. gone already?”
michael misa cums from nipple play!!! sam finds out he’s into it because he’s a dick, like goes to purple nurple him, then misa moans and gets all weak in the knees and sam’s like, bro. nice.
sam ruins misa’s orgasm sometimes. it happens once by accident, like, they’re in the middle of enthusiastic handies in misa’s bed when sam’s phone goes off. supermassive black hole is blariing from the phone speakers, and it’s sam’s mom, who never calls unless it’s an emergency. (it was a pocket dial.) after, misa gets so pouty and desperate that sam’s like, okay, sick, new side quest. now sometimes he gets misa right there and stops just to watch him short-circuit. misa calls him a psychopath, which would hit harder if he wasn’t trying to climb him like a tree.
a lot of sam’s desire to be dominant is fueled by seeing or thinking about misa with his other buddies. (toxic!!). before he started hooking up with mis, he was pretty like, ambivalent about whatever whoever he was fucking was doing on the side. but NOW, z throws his arm around misa, marty whispers something in his ear. misa doesn’t think anything of it but sam does, unfortunately, and later has to be like, “he could never get you off better than i do.” has to make misa say it back.
misa likes being called easy and doesn’t mind that it’s true. sam will get him worked up stupid fast and then laugh like, “this is brutal for you, man.” misa tries to look pissed, but his body is doing the world’s loudest confession. sam is delighted. like genuinely thrilled to have found that this boy will go down for him in 0.4 seconds.
consent is implied because they’re almost always rearing to go, and sam knows exactly what misa likes. his tells are not subtle to sam. the shoulder drop, the slow blink. sam sees it and doesn’t need to ask, just pulls misa into his lap or uses his thumb and forefinger to open misa’s mouth.
when misa’s warming sam’s cock, it’s probably the furthest they ever get from their bro dynamic. objectively, having your bro’s mouth on your dick while he naps, eyelashes all fluttery and cute, is not beating the gay allegations. but then misa’s tongue does these lazy little circles around the tip, barely even trying, and sam’s whole brain settles down like a dog getting its ears scratched. he’ll tap misa’s cheek and go, “yeah, okay, still there,” all normal-guy about it, and misa just hums around him like he’s glad to be there.
michael misa useless dick narrative!!!! they don’t even know what the word feminization means, stupid boys, would never like, order a girly little outfit online. (though talk to me about misa getting caught stealing lacy panties from victoria’s secret, i have a lot to say.) their version of feminization partially comes from, sam’s not used to fucking guys, feels a little weird about it, and he’s stupid-smart so he invites a loophole. misa’s flushed and hard and looking at him all useless, and sam’s like, “okay, i’m definitely the boy in this situation.” sometimes the only time sam touches misa’s dick is to gather precum on his fingers and use it to start opening misa up. then he starts calling misa’s dick his girl parts, and it’s part internalized homophobia and part misa panting and getting all dopey looking when he says it.
soft launching my speech restriction kink by getting oddly docile and silent and happy when told to shut up in passing
related to the dream thing samisa sharing a bed for emotional comfort and one of them having a wet dream 🙈
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okay anyways, yeah, so true. intriguing to me both ways but— misa makes a lot of noise in his sleep, so much so that it doesn’t even really bother sam anymore, he barely notices. except this time, it’s sort of high pitched? it’s so dark in the room, certainly they’re verging into middle of the night territory, and sam barely knows where he is. misa’s curled on his side next to where sam’s mostly flat on his back, he can feel hot air panting against his arm. out of habit, sam turns over, arms outstretched to gently pull misa out of whatever bad dream he’s having. sometimes sam’s hands running up and down his sides quell whatever he’s fighting, and other times like tonight, it wakes misa up. the fact mike doesn’t jolt up is the first clue that something’s different than normal, but sam’s brain is still sleep heavy and slow.
the second clue is that misa’s face is bright pink, his lips parted, his voice whining high, his very obvious erection pressed up against sam when he moves closer. right. they’re both looking at each other in the dark, not saying anything. and sam wants to say it’s the fact it’s two in the morning and his brain is barely online, that his first movement is to pull misa closer, bodies fully pressed together and his arm trailing up his shirt, in his shirt. the wires are all crossed from where sam normally is comforting misa in the middle of the night and now, where he wants him to know that everything’s all good, no worries. except sam is in between misa’s legs, with more wires crossed, and his dick kicking as misa whines right into his ear again.
sam’s pretty sure it’s misa who grinds up, and not that sam grinds down. probably. it’s definitely sam who tilts misa’s head up so he can lick into his mouth, gross sleep taste be damned. everything is happening very fast in terms of how they got here and also excruciatingly slow in the way they’re rocking up into each other and sam is basically breathing into misa’s mouth. it feels shockingly good to just roll his hips into someone, arms only holding him up a little bit above misa knocked onto his back. spit is all around both of their mouths and misa’s so damn reactive, like he’s already overstimulated from a little touching. sam looks down and oh, misa’s already came sometime between now and when he was rutting against sam in his sleep. he’s clearly hard again but that doesn’t change the fact he already came and is still whining for sam to keep touching him. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
fuck, mike, sam ends up groaning into his neck and reaches down to pull both of them out of their shorts so they can touch skin to skin. dick to dick to dick, whatever. sam’s hand is plenty big enough to wrap around the both of them and jerk them through it. the glide’s already so slick because of misa, and the come and precome leaking all over him. it doesn’t take much from there because sam feels like he’s been on a hair trigger the second he looked down, the second he heard misa whining high high high. he gets misa to spill over his stomach for the second time before sam’s shoots off high enough to graze misa’s chin.
it’s the sleep brain again that makes sam reach out with his come covered hand and pet it through misa’s hair. they’re gonna have to shower anyways, it’s fine. sam makes himself flop down onto the bed next to misa so he doesn’t do something really stupid like pull his phone out and snap a picture.
good dream? sam asks and misa whines again, more annoyed than before.
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you guys all actually have homework. everyone needs to get more zayne parekh and porter martone pilled before i finish this fic. malcolm spence pilled for extra credit even. monkey blog enforced samisa fanfic homework, i’m so serious
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