#samdeanbenny

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the dean in sam/dean/benny is the same as the dean in sam/dean/john...

[samsexualdeancurious]

Self-Control (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Dean x Benny

Words: 2,901

Summary: Sam has finally agreed to one of Dean's requests but on one condition - Sam is in charge.

Warnings: bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Benny, dom!Sam, sub!Dean, switch-y!Benny, unprotected sex (vampires don't get STDs in my brain, sooooo), dirty talk, some name-calling (Dean likes it). This is an AU where Benny does come back with Sam during the 2nd trial in s8.

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“Sam.”

The word is barely more than a breath falling from Dean’s kiss-swollen lips into the quiet of the motel room. It melts into a low moan and Dean’s grip on Sam’s wrist tightens momentarily.

If you’d asked Sam thirty minutes ago why he agreed to this, he would have shrugged and said something like “because it would make Dean happy.” Now, though, Sam has to admit - he’s in this almost entirely for himself and the arch of Dean’s spine when his fingers curl just so, the trickle of sweat along the curve of one shoulder blade. The sounds he knows Dean will make when they get to the main event.

They’re not there yet, though. Sam’s only two fingers deep in his brother and Benny’s cock is Coke can thick where it curves away from his belly. He needs to make sure Dean is loose and sloppy before he lets him take that monster.

Monster cock, his brain happily supplies and Sam muffles the desire to snort at his own dumb joke. Dean might laugh with him but Sam’s not sure Benny would appreciate the sentiment. In fact, Sam doesn’t know much about Benny at all beyond the fact that he protected and was there for Dean when Sam wasn’t. He was shocked to learn that they never slept together in that year.

Now, though, Dean’s finally going to get when he’s been begging Sam for since Sam returned from Purgatory with Bobby in one arm and Benny in the other.

Sam flexes his hand against his brother’s throat, feeling the click of it as he swallows, and remembers the way the vampire’s soul had felt, hot beneath his skin.

His eyes flick to Benny’s blue ones and find him watching, just as he has been since they started. His hands are bound as securely as possible to the headboard, as much of a precaution as Dean would allow. Sam had wanted to gag him, too, but Dean vetoed that. Benny has already fed today at Sam’s insistence, though, so his fangs shouldn’t be an issue tonight.

Benny’s eyes shift to meet Sam’s over Dean’s shoulder. His pupils are blown wide and his breathing has picked up. His cock is already fully erect and looks absolutely delicious where it juts out from a nest of dark curls.

Sam can’t wait to split Dean open on it.

“Dean,” Sam purrs, leaning in to press his lips to the shell of his brother’s ear.

Even kneeling on the bed, knees braced on either side of Benny’s ankles and legs spread wide for Sam’s fingers, Dean’s still a little shorter than him. Dean hums a response and Sam realizes then that his eyes are closed. He gives a warning squeeze to Dean’s throat.

“Open your eyes.”

Dean obeys, blinking in the lamplight. His pupils are as large as Benny’s as he squirms back against Sam’s fingers. He opens his mouth, maybe to speak, but all that comes out is a whine.

Sam lessens the pressure he’d just applied to Dean’s prostate, smirking. “Look at him, Dean.”

Green eyes jump from the wall above the headboard to where Benny is gazing up at him, not even bothering to hide his attraction.

“He wants you,” Sam murmurs, finally pressing a third finger into Dean’s clutching heat. “He can’t wait to feel this tight hole around his cock. Isn’t that right?”

The question is directed at Benny, who nods. “Fuckin’ stunnin’ like this, cher. Bet you feel amazing.”

His voice is a low rasp and Sam feels Dean shiver in response. He grins.

“Eager,” he teases. He twists his fingers just so and Dean whimpers. “No one would ever guess it, looking at you, but you’re hungry for cock, aren’t you?”

Dean’s cheeks are burning as he nods, unable to deny what they can all see.

“Benny’s thicker than me,” Sam continues. “Think he’ll fit? It’s gonna be a bit of a squeeze. I’ve got three fingers in you and you’re still virgin tight. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d never taken a cock before. But that’s not true, is it?”

Dean’s breathing hard and he opens his mouth, to respond but too slow. Sam drags him backward by his throat, curving his spine in a way that must be verging on uncomfortable and pulling a surprised cry from his lips. When Sam speaks, eyes on Benny the entire time, his voice is low and dangerous.

“What are you, Dean?”

“I’m-” Dean cuts off, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he answers. “I’m a slut.”

“A slut for what?”

Dean’s words come out as a moan and his head falls back into the curve of Sam’s shoulder, his hips rolling desperately against Sam’s hand. “I’m a slut for cock.”

Sam loosens his hold, sliding his hand around to the dip between Dean’s shoulders and shoving him forward. He catches himself with his hands on either side of Benny’s thighs.

“Beg.”

That’s all the permission Dean needs. “Please, please, I need - Sam, please, I’m ready, I promise. I can take it, I’m ready-”

The words come spilling out of him, stumbling over each other as he drops his shoulders to rest his cheek on Benny’s thigh, fingers digging into the cheap motel comforter, and tilts his hips up for Sam.

“Shhh,” Sam soothes and Dean trails off with a desperate sound that verges on a sob. Sam cocks his head thoughtfully. “What do you think, Benny?”

The vampire is watching Dean with pure, unadulterated lust. His mouth has fallen open but Sam sees no hint of fangs. It seems to take him a moment to process that Sam’s speaking to him, which Sam really can’t blame him for. He’d be distracted, too, if he had a squirming, needy Dean on top of him. Sam won’t tell either of them but his own self-control is hanging on by a thread. Dean is sinfully hot around his fingers and it feels like a crime not to fill him up with something more substantial.

Later, Sam mentally promises to himself. Tonight, Benny gets him first and Sam can’t complain because the only thing Sam loves almost as much as his brother’s clenching hole at the first fuck of the night is sloppy seconds. It’s been far too long since Sam was able to indulge in that little kink.

“I think he’s been a very good boy,” Benny is saying, pulling Sam from his thoughts. The way Benny’s accent curls around the words, drawing them out with a touch of honey-sweet twang, sends a shiver through both Winchesters. “And good boys should be rewarded. Is he ready for me?”

Sam twists his hand, reaching to grab the lube from its resting place against Benny’s hip. He drizzles more of the stuff on his fingers and uncurls his pinky to press at Dean’s rim. Dean moans when the tip slips inside.

“I think he is.”

Sam presses all four fingers knuckle-deep. Dean is speechless, mouth hanging open. Sam gives an experimental thrust and hears Benny growl hungrily at the way Dean’s face twists in pleasure.

Sam yanks his fingers free without preamble. Dean makes a sound of protest and is rewarded with the hard smack of Sam’s palm on his ass for his trouble.

“Sit up,” Sam orders, moving around to the side of the bed.

Unsteady, Dean sits up on his knees. His hands flex against his thighs and his gaze flits between Sam and Benny, waiting for further instruction.

Sam pours more lube into his palm. When his fingers curl around Benny’s shaft, he wonders for a moment if he should have taken more time to prep Dean. Benny is thick in Sam’s hand and when his hips twitch involuntarily, thrusting into the circle of Sam’s fingers, Sam can feel the power behind them.

Satisfied with the amount of lube, Sam wipes his hand on the bedspread and takes a step back.

“Well?” he says in response to Dean’s questioning look, smirking at the desire he sees in his brother’s eyes. “What are you waiting for?”

Dean scrambles forward on the bed until his knees rest on either side of Benny’s hips. He reaches back to grasp at Benny’s cock, fingers slipping for a moment on all the lube but before Sam can step in to help, Dean growls in determination and lines the head up with his hole.

Sam’s torn as to where he should look as Dean begins to sink down on that beast of a cock. Dean’s head drops forward, chest heaving with each breath. His eyes are closed tight, his hair sticking to his forehead with all the sweat, his plump mouth open in a silent moan as his hands brace against Benny’s chest. His thighs are trembling already with the effort to take this slow, to ease himself open despite what Sam knows is an urge to go balls deep in one move. When Sam walks back to his spot at the end of the bed, the sight of Dean’s hole split wide on Benny’s cock is enough to have him grinding his heel against his own dick through his jeans.

Benny, for his part, is focused on staying very, very still. His fingers are curled around the bars of the headboard, white-knuckling it already. His belly quivers with each barely-contained thrust. Sam knows all too well how good Dean feels wrapped around a cock. The vampire’s self-control is impressive.

It’s only when Dean’s ass is flush with Benny’s hips that he goes still, allowing his weight to rest fully on Benny. The room is quiet, broken only by the sound of Dean’s panting, and Sam drops the bottle of lube on the mattress to curl his clean hand around his brother’s ankle. Doing so startles Dean and he jerks upward, which means he has to sink back down again with a whimper.

“He feels so good, doesn’t he?” Sam asks, eyes locked on where Dean and Benny are joined. His fingertips stroke gently across the little dips on either side of Dean’s Achilles tendon.

Benny nods. His eyes are dark and his fangs still haven’t made an appearance but Sam’s still wary. They have dead man’s blood on hand if they need it. Benny’s been doing such a good job so far. Sam would really hate to spoil their fun.

Dean seems oblivious to Sam’s concerns, though, as he starts moving for real. He keeps his hands splayed on Benny’s chest, using them to leverage his body up and down on the vampire’s cock. Each downward thrust pushes a gasp from his chest. His movements are shallow at first, almost careful as he gets used to the massive intrusion, but Dean quickly picks up the pace.

“What a slut.” Sam gives Dean’s ankle a little squeeze, rubbing his own erection. He really wants to take his cock out and jerk off while he watched but he wants even more to fuck Dean after Benny is done. “You were made to take a cock, weren’t you?”

Dean is nodding, eyes closed tight as he takes Benny’s cock all the way to the base and lifts up again. He keeps making quiet little sounds in his throat in time with his movements. Beneath him, Benny’s arms flex and his heels shift against the comforter, clearly wanting to plant his feet and thrust but not wanting to overstep the boundaries Sam has laid out. Sam, though, really wants to see what Benny can do.

“Fuck him,” he encourages, gripping Benny’s ankles and encouraging his knees to bend so his feet are flat against the mattress. “Fuck him good.”

If Dean was making pretty noises before, the noises he makes when Benny slams his hips upward against Dean’s ass are music to Sam’s ears. He groans to himself and finally strips off his jeans, kicking them to join Dean and Benny’s clothes where they’re scattered around the hamper.

“Talk to me, Benny,” he says, moving to sit by the vampire’s head. Sam had never really looked at Benny in this way before tonight but he’s starting to see what Dean has been admiring for so long. That strong jaw, the silver in Benny’s beard, those striking blue eyes. With his arms bound above his head, Sam can fully appreciate the powerful muscles in his forearms and biceps. His torso is stretched out, accentuating his chest and the soft yet solid curve of his belly, made strong by long days of boat work. Sam traces the line of Benny’s collarbone and down the center of his chest, feeling the vampire’s breath stutter at the light touch. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Benny gasps out, hips rolling up against Dean’s body. He’s sweating. Sam didn’t know vampires could sweat but the sheen on Benny’s skin, plastering his chest hair flat, is proof enough for him. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout how damn lucky I am, gettin’ to see him like this.”

That’s a little more emotional than Sam’s ready to go with Benny right now, regardless of how much he may have warmed up to the vampire recently. “He looks damn good, huh? Feels just as good, too.”

Benny nods and Sam grins, turning his eyes to his brother again. Dean’s cock bounces with each movement of his body, flinging silvery drips of precum across Benny’s stomach.

“Think you can make him cum?” Sam asks conspiratorially and Benny grins.

“Oh, I dunno. How ‘bout we find out?” he says with a low chuckle, adjusting his grip on the headboard and repositioning his feet to get better leverage before directing a question to Dean. “What do you think about that, cher?”

He punctuates the sentence with a particularly well-aimed thrust and all Dean can manage in response is a moan. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure when Sam reaches out to curl his fingers around Dean’s jaw, lifting his head until Dean’s eyes meet his. Sam strokes his thumb over the swell of Dean’s lower lip, considering the vampire’s words even as Dean rocks with the force of Benny’s thrusts.

“I think he likes that idea a lot.”

Once Benny really puts his mind to it, it doesn’t take him long to have Dean groaning and grasping at Sam’s arms to keep himself upright above Benny as his body spasms with pleasure. That’s a sight that will never get old - the way Dean’s eyes roll back, the helpless jerk of his muscles, the clench of his thighs around Benny’s hips as he paints the other man’s belly with streaks of cum. Sam holds him steady and doesn’t let him escape when he tries to squirm away from Benny’s thrusts, pinning him in place. Dean whines but doesn’t protest further, instead leaning on Sam as Benny hurries towards his own orgasm.

“You like being used like this, huh?” Sam coos, hands tracing the flames of Dean’s tattoo. “Benny’s gonna cum in you, big brother, and then I’m gonna bend you over and put another load in you. How’s that sound?”

The only response Dean can muster as Benny reaches his peak, grinding up against him, is a breathy, “Please.”

That’s the only response Sam needs. When Benny relaxes, hips falling back onto the bed as he works to catch his breath. There’s still not even a tiny sliver of fangs visible. Impressed with the vampire, Sam gets up on his knees and slides in behind Dean. It’s so easy to nudge him forward, ass in the air and cheek pressed against Benny’s heart. Sam wonders briefly if Dean can hear a heartbeat but the thought is gone from his mind as fast as it came at the sight of Dean’s ass popped up for him, ruined hole on display.

“Hell yeah,” Sam growls, pressing his thumb inside. Dean opens easily for the intrusion, absolutely no resistance. “Fucking love sloppy seconds.”

“Kinky bastard,” Dean groans but he’s grinning and that grin only widens when Benny chuckles.

Sam rolls his eyes but he’s smiling, too, as he fumbles with the bottle of lube and kicks off his boxers. “You’re one to talk, big brother. Maybe we’ll tie you up next time. See how good the recovery time for vampires is.”

Dean moans, the sound deepening when Sam guides his cock inside. Sam makes a noise of agreement. He sinks in with one steady motion, all the way to the base before Dean’s even caught his breath. Dean feels absolutely perfect, just like Sam knew he would. Hot and wet and relaxed around Sam’s cock but still fluttering with little aftershocks from his orgasm, especially when Sam rubs against his prostate.

“What do you think, Benny?” Sam asks, casual as could be. Like he isn’t balls deep in his older brother. “What’s a vampire’s recovery time?”

“Dunno,” Benny admits. “But we could definitely find out.”

Sam palms Dean’s ass, spreading him to the younger Winchester’s hungry gaze. “Yeah,” he murmurs, unsure where the idea came from but he can’t deny that it’s appealing and the way Dean clenches around him at the thought tells him all he needs to know about what Dean thinks. “Yeah, I think we should. Dean’s been such a good cock slut for us tonight. It’s only fair we do something for him, right?”

“Sam Winchester,” Benny says slowly, grinning. “I like the way you think.”

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Now on Patreon | Self-Control (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Dean x Benny

Words: 2,901

Summary: Sam has finally agreed to one of Dean's requests but on one condition - Sam is in charge.

Warnings: bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Benny, dom!Sam, sub!Dean, switch-y!Benny, unprotected sex (vampires don't get STDs in my brain, sooooo), dirty talk, some name-calling (Dean likes it). This is an AU where Benny does come back with Sam during the 2nd trial in s8.

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“Sam.”

The word is barely more than a breath falling from Dean’s kiss-swollen lips into the quiet of the motel room. It melts into a low moan and Dean’s grip on Sam’s wrist tightens momentarily.

If you’d asked Sam thirty minutes ago why he agreed to this, he would have shrugged and said something like “because it would make Dean happy.” Now, though, Sam has to admit - he’s in this almost entirely for himself and the arch of Dean’s spine when his fingers curl just so, the trickle of sweat along the curve of one shoulder blade. The sounds he knows Dean will make when they get to the main event.

They’re not there yet, though. Sam’s only two fingers deep in his brother and Benny’s cock is Coke can thick where it curves away from his belly. He needs to make sure Dean is loose and sloppy before he lets him take that monster.

Monster cock, his brain happily supplies and Sam muffles the desire to snort at his own dumb joke. Dean might laugh with him but Sam’s not sure Benny would appreciate the sentiment. In fact, Sam doesn’t know much about Benny at all beyond the fact that he protected and was there for Dean when Sam wasn’t. He was shocked to learn that they never slept together in that year.

Now, though, Dean’s finally going to get when he’s been begging Sam for since Sam returned from Purgatory with Bobby in one arm and Benny in the other.

Sam flexes his hand against his brother’s throat, feeling the click of it as he swallows, and remembers the way the vampire’s soul had felt, hot beneath his skin.

His eyes flick to Benny’s blue ones and find him watching, just as he has been since they started. His hands are bound as securely as possible to the headboard, as much of a precaution as Dean would allow. Sam had wanted to gag him, too, but Dean vetoed that. Benny has already fed today at Sam’s insistence, though, so his fangs shouldn’t be an issue tonight.

Benny’s eyes shift to meet Sam’s over Dean’s shoulder. His pupils are blown wide and his breathing has picked up. His cock is already fully erect and looks absolutely delicious where it juts out from a nest of dark curls.

Sam can’t wait to split Dean open on it.

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[atomicstrawberrynightmare]

Samdeanbenny spitroast, Benny heavy in Sam's mouth and dean deep in his guts, let that boy be brimmed with dick

[saintedsam]

"I'll buy your friend the first round" is such an underrated line from Blood Brother. What if Sam hadn't freaked out over Benny being a vampire and he and Dean took Benny out for drinks? And they all got sloshed and one thing led to another and all three fell into bed together later? Someone write this for me pls.

[octaviaabadassblakee]

What About Now

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Sometimes Sam feels…alone. Even in a room filled with people, it seems like he’s the only one around. When he’s with Dean and Benny, usually that feeling goes away. But sometimes…sometimes they do things that he can’t. And it makes him feel even worse. Because these are the people he can count on most in this world. The ones that he trusts with his life, the ones that he loves. And he can’t. Can’t give them what they want most. Because of the damn Cage.

The thing fills his dreams. Turns them into nightmares. Taunts him every time he closes his eyes. He’s tried meds, tried alcohol, tried pushing himself past his limits just to get it over with. But nothing worked.

So here he sits. In the Bunker’s library trying to translate one of the old Men of Letter’s resource books while Dean and Benny go off “for some fun” as Dean had said. They went into Dean’s old room, the one he used before they all started sharing a king sized bed in their room. Sam can tell by the way the door squeaks; no one ever got around to greasing the thing up.

He appreciates that they do that; use a room that’s not theirs collectively, when they wanna get off. Sam’s not sure who’s idea it was, Dean’s or Benny’s, but he’s eternally grateful. Found out the hard way that even the smell of sex makes Sam nauseous. Makes him panic and feel like he’s drowning.

It’s the memories. They all come flooding back anytime one of his senses is tripped by something sexual. He remembers the feel of Lucifer’s hands on him. The smell of too hot flesh as Lucifer claimed him, inside and out. The taste of blood as he bit through his tongue and cheeks, trying to keep from fighting it, “Just let it happen, Sam,” Lucifer had said. And Sam was powerless to argue.

A few minutes pass before Sam starts to hear them, Dean and Benny apparently not taking things slow today. He can hear low rumbles of cursing, moans and heavy breathing filling the hall and tumbling into the library. They try to keep as quiet as possible, Sam knows that. He’s heard them when they’re not trying, knows that these hushed noises coming from that room are them being quiet for his sake.

He appreciates it. He does. But even these noises are too much for him to bear so he pulls out his headphones and turns on his music, “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas flooding his senses and drowning out any unwanted sounds. Dean was right. Old, soft rock always did calm him down.

He’d listened to the song on repeat three times over before he felt eyes on him and knew they were done. He turned off his music and pulled off his headphones, turning around to see worried expressions on both of their faces.

“Sammy are you ok,” Dean asked first, always so concerned. Never wanting to hurt Sam in anyway. Even accidentally.

“Yeah, Dean. I’m good,” Sam replied casually. He was good. The music calmed him easily enough, reminding him of better times and putting his racing mind at ease.

“We didn’t mean to- uh- we tried to be-”

“What Dean’s trying to say, sugar, is that we tried to be quiet. Didn’t mean to disturb you,” Benny says easily, walking by Dean to drop a quick kiss to Sam’s temple.

“Yeah. That. Sorry, Sammy,” Dean stutters out. He walks over and runs his fingers through Sam’s hair in apology. Stopping then to give him a soft kiss on the lips before following Benny into the kitchen.

Sam smiles. He knows they do their best. Always making sure his comfort takes precedent, always ensuring that he’s ok. He knows that they’d do anything for him. They’d give anything to be able to take the pain away, the memories that haunt him and the restlessness. He knows that there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do to make sure he’s safe and loved and taken care of. And that is why he doesn’t always feel alone with them. Because they may not be able to make him better, but they try their best every day and that’s all that Sam needs. People to hold him when the nightmare is too real. A big brother to shush him to sleep when Benny is gone and Sam feels vulnerable. A big brute of a man to make him breakfast in bed when the night never seemed like it would end.

Things aren’t perfect for Sam, sometimes he feels like he’s the only person on Earth. But mostly, with Dean and Benny, he feels like the most important person on Earth. And that’s enough for him.

[taesthetique]

since you asked so nicely 5/9 Sam's across the room before Dean's fucked out brain can register that he's moved. His big hands close around his biceps and pulls him off the wall and away from Benny. "Aw, Sam don't be like that." Benny's not even worried and Dean smiles, of course he's not worried. "I don't even know where to start with this." Sam say, moving towards Benny. Benny just adjusts the cap on his head and smiles, splaying a hand across Sam's chest as he moves towards him

6/9 "Sammy.." Dean says and stops. Sam surges towards Benny, crushing their mouths together and God Dean's hard again. Dean's pressing against Sam in seconds. He catches Benny's eyes as he breaks away from Sam and he nods. Dean spins Sam around, pressing close against his body, pushing his tongue past Sam's lips and yanking at his hair. Dean can feel Benny's hands working at Sam's hips and his sweats drop to the ground, his erection pressing hard against Dean's stomach. Dean sinks to his knees

7/9 and takes Sam into his mouth, swallowing against the jerk of Sam's hips. Benny works a thick finger inside, then two, then three before he's sliding home, one slick, tight thrust. Dean moans against Sam, sending sweet vibrations up into his spine and Sam moans, gripping Dean hair and pushing himself further into Dean's mouth. Dean opens his throat as Sam brushes against the back of his throat and suck, hollowing his cheeks, moving with the hard thrust of Sam's body as Benny fucks into him

8/9 "Shit shit shit." Sam's gasping and Dean wonders if maybe they broke him and then Benny's thrusting in harder and harder, sending Sam jolting forward and he screams. Literally screams and comes, hot spurts shooting down Dean's throat but Benny's not done with him, just grips his hips and keeps going until Sam's coming again, spurting hot and thick across Dean's face. Benny's shaking and then pulls out, pushing Sam out of the way and spurts across Dean's chest and stomach. Sam groans and

9/9 drops to his knees, taking Dean's face in his hands, tongue licking out across his brother's sweaty skin, tasking himself on Dean's skin. "Seriously though," Sam says after he'd thoroughly cleaned Dean's skin, "what the hell Dean?"

ANOTHER FUCKING CLIFF HANGER??? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!!!

[taesthetique]

Benny may have been in Purgatory but that doesn't mean that news from topside doesn't get down there and Benny has heard the stories of the Winchesters and the one that's a little less human than his brother and how he loved fiercely enough to overpower the Devil. And then Benny meets Dean and Dean talks enough about Sam that Benny, around his growing crush on Dean, starts getting a crush on Sam, which he is totally okay with because he knows immediately that Sam and Dean are a pair.

i'M GIGGLING OMG THAT'S SO CUTE  BENNY CRUSHING ON SAM WHILE HE'S CRUSHING ON DEAN BC DEAN  TALKS ABOUT SAM SO DAMN MUCH OMFG PLEASE PLEASE