i will never not be obsessed with the idea of painslut Sam <33 like literally canon he begs Dean to beat him when he’s upset and when he eventually caves ,, the fucking puppy dog eyes Sam gives Dean just uughh it’s delicious 🤤
ughh so true!!
sam with his head laying on dean's thigh, a big, wide-eyed and teary look on his face as he begs dean to hit him just one more time. he knows his big brother needs the release, and sammy needs the pain.
each hit feels like a blessing, proof of dean's love and devotion towards his baby brother. even when it hurts, even when he bleeds, he loves it. he loves the way it feels, the way each punch makes his cock ache, and the way dean always takes care of him afterwards.
the tender loving kisses on each bruise, sam watching as his brother cleans and patches up each wound he leaves on his soft skin.
each mark just feels 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. sammy is always left wanting more, begging dean to go further and further. he wants to see the worst of him, wants to be his sweet little punching bag whenever his brother chooses.
He would never attempt anything when his boy is awake, never daring to try. Yet every hug, every lingering touch just keeps him wanting more.
Rick's mind is just filled with dirty thoughts about his son. All the different positions he can have him in and all the different noises he can draw out of him.
How could he think about his son in such a way. A sick and twisted way that leaves his stomach churning at the thought of what he's capable of doing.
Shame eats away at him constantly, simply looking at his boy he can't help but fantasize. Fantasize about having him, taking him. Taking away his innocence and consuming him in the darkest ways possible.
Every need and craving, every idea he conjures up in his sick head, he attempts it only when Carl is fast asleep. Sometimes that isn't enough so he has to slip something into his drinks now and again. When Carl excuses himself to his room, Rick sneaks up the stairs to look for his son only to find Carl passed out on the edge of his bed.
He squirms and makes noises, body trembling from all the pleasure but he never wakes up. All Rick does is get off on the helplessness of the boy, his boy. Carl's inability to do anything about it only adding to Rick's sick fantasies.
In the morning when Carl wakes up, he brushes aside all the bruises littering his hips and neck. He turns a blind eye to all the signs of what's been happening to him at night and continues his life oblivious to his fathers sick acts.
The same acts that keep repeating each and every night, for as long as Rick's sanity and Carl's ignorance can take it.
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