#soldiersam

[angvlkiss555]

theyre literally in my head 24/7.

soldier boy just looks like he likes skinny pretty boys. boys who looks like angels, like theyre here for save him. light green eyes. brown-ish, long hair. their lips always shaped in pout. tall smartasses who acts like innocent deers. and then he found that boy. and that boy is no one else but him; sammy winchester.

[cloudydayjoy]

I’m afraid it’s terminal...

Sam belongs to @joeyprotozoa

[angelsberrymilk]

when soldier boy finally cracks and decides he wants to fuck Sammy, I imagine it goes something like this;

+18 mdni. dark content ahead. non-con

soldier boy buys lube and doesn't bother w condoms cuz men don't get pregnant, duh. when he comes back to their shared motel room, he locks the door behind him and throws the little bottle by Sammy on the bed. and Sam is confused and a little scared then soldier boy sits on a chair, facing the bed, "Go on, you have 3 minutes to get ready," He says, eyeing the clock on the wall.

Sammy starts sweating and he's about to pass out because, "What are you talking about?"

"Your boypussy, get it nice and wet for me, Sammy," Soldier boy says like it's the most obvious thing in the world and Sammy is red in the face, sweating and shaking.

Sam wants to cry because he's trapped, he can't get away even if he wants to, and his lower lip is wobbling and he feels small and weak.

"Come on, don't cry, thank me for giving you a chance to get ready," Soldier boy says, eyes dark and hungry. he gets up from the chair and Sammy flinches as Ben stares at him while running a hand down his beard, like he wants to eat him alive. "Or do you want me to rip you open on my dick? Get in dry? Hm, Sammy?"

Sam shakes his head as he finally start to fumble with his belt buckle to try and save his inner organs from super dick.

[inspectorheath]

@detective-fez

(Previous) Fez’ blood chilled instantly, but she stayed calm. Once the binder was placed he stood, his lid furrowed. He hovered over it and shook his head to regain his sense of self. “Oh, woah. Yeah.” He chewed his words and gave thought to possible suspects. He brought a page up and pressed it back down once he finished staring at it. “¡Híjole! There’s more to this than I realized..” He breathed. “I’ll knock this out, thank you.” They gave her a look of gratitude, whatever the case he still felt a sense of shame for throwing himself into a situation that Inspector Heath seemed to have a history with.

Patty smiled at Fez. “No prob, Bob. Just do me a solid and tell me whodunnit before going to Amy.” She chuckled while giving him finger guns. “Wouldn’t want another disappearance on our hands, eh?”

Then she went to go rummage around the file cabinets some more. “Keep the fact that you’re associated with me on the down-low. They know who I am by now and clear out when I’m around.”

Inspector Heath paused before adding, “You may wanna talk to Amy about not telling everyone you’re a detective too...”

[evilmadscientistwizard]

bruhh trizzy the wizzy is here ok so heres a question. what is up w the spiral on your glass. does it serve any purpose other than to make you look even more like a dork

Are you hammered again, slimeball?

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

The Hater Empire was poised to invade a planet under Sourdough’s control. Between its skilled command and powerful troops losses were not only anticipated, but inevitable. Especially since it had a personal beef with Lord Hater.

This was the perfect opportunity to take one soldier off the board a little early. Theodore couldn’t miss this chance. Not after said soldier in question had made an attempt on his brother's life. And especially not when he knew they were circling in on him.

Luring Sam away from watchful crowds and security cameras would be simple. All he had to do was push his protective instincts aside, stop hiding behind his sister-in-law, and let that damned stalker “find” him alone.

So with a heavy heart Theodore parted ways with her after dinner, just when he had started to want her company a little too much. Then he went to the floor above the wing Captain Tim took over and killed some time with a jog until he had arrived at his destination just when the crowds started to thin.

It was a dead end, with nothing noteworthy aside from a particularly artsy lamp arrangement. As he read under its soft light he kept his ears peeled and kept himself ready to run at any moment.

Once Theodore heard Sam’s footsteps he dashed to the wall, ran up it, and disappeared into a vent near the ceiling.

@soldiersam

[thereddestandtheroundest]

i for one think you guys are hilarious and awesome keep it up

Finally someone appreciates our charm and our wit!

Say, isn’t that Samanthanuel?

Oh! It is! How long has it been since we saw them last?

Hmmm... A couple of years perhaps?

How would you love to come down to our office to catch up and talk about how hilarious and awesome we are?

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Theodore simply nodded in acknowledgement, unsure of how he felt about receiving praise from such a repulsive man. Then he started to trudge off to bed and smirked at Sam’s scolding Once he heard the lightning clap he momentarily froze, started to slowly head towards it, then pivoted on his heel to scuttle off in the opposite direction. If it wasn’t for the sensory spell his footsteps would be inaudible. Now that Theodore could use the vents again it took no time at all to make it back to the sea of cots (while grabbing an ice pack on the way.) He cautiously walked near the middle to his bed before slipping under the covers, taking a dose of melatonin, and dozing off as if he had never left.

Once Bishop Percival sensed Bowtie was gone and no one else was listening, he sat on the floor across from Sam. He gave a heavy sigh. 

Sam, still stunned by the entire situation really, worked up the nerve to ask “W-what was that all about?”

Percy chuckled. “Oh, you know how nosey we Glornists are. Y’all love to listen in on me rebuking folks! I just wanted to make sure that Bowtie heard what he wanted to hear so he’d go away.”

Sam’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Your Excellency, I-I’m really sorry. I just hate that asshat so fucking much and I- and I–!”

“Oh, I know, I know. Believe me, if I couldn’t use him right now I’d let you have at him. But I need my mitre, y’know?”

Sam looked back up. “S-so I can kill him when he finishes your hat?”

The bishop shook his head. “Tsk, no, don’t kill him. Listen, Samanthanuel. Let me elaborate on what I said about choosing your targets. Sometimes, there’s more joy to be had in indirectly hurting someone. To let them run free, unbothered. Except, maybe some of their small belongings mysteriously go missing here and there. Maybe unexplained accidents start to happen to them. To their friends. Their loved ones. Maybe their friends and loved ones even… start to go missing. They aren’t so unbothered anymore. They’re a wreck, in fact. But in the end, they’re fine… at least physically. Do you see what I’m saying?”

Sam stared back blankly at him, the gears trying to turn in her head. 

Percy sighed. Dullard. “Sooo, I forbid you from directly hurting Bowtie. Buuut, you can hurt his….” he rolled his hand, encouraging Sam to finish the sentence. 

She finally perked and shouted “Friends and family! I can hurt his friends and family!”

“Sure!,” Percy said with a hearty fist pump. “And remember, it’s always best not to get caught, though!” Did Percy have faith in Sam to be discreet enough to go about these things? Not really. But he didn’t really care either. 

The bishop stood to his feet. “Now go on and get your arm taken care of. I’m still miffed at you for breaking Bowtie’s in the first place, so I’ve forbidden Reverend Miriam from healing you.”

Sam’s eye widened and she jumped up, briefly flinching at the pain it caused. “B-but sir! Who knows how long this’ll take to heal! I have an invasion coming up in two weeks! I-I can’t miss that! The battlefield is where I serve Glorn the best!”

Percy rubbed his chin. “Well… Maybe I’ll lift the order just before then… I’ll think about it. Now get, go on!"

Stepping back and again disrobing, Percy tossed his vestment in the air flat like a pizza. As it fell back down on him, it glowed that bright red light and looked as if the watchdog disappeared into it before the robe bunched up into a ball and vanished into thin air. 

Sam stood blankly for a moment before stuttering “Th-Thank you Bishop Percival!” to nothingness. They then took off from the closet, going to look for a medical professional to finally get their shoulder taken care of.