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As you got out of the Uber at the bar and grill that was hosting that months ‘Brooklyn Littles’ munch, you were actually nervous. It was the first time you had been in well over a year, and your last visit wasn’t a great experience for you. Which was probably exactly why you were nervous. You really didn’t want to run into Dan, a guy who was just looking for someone to abuse. The moment you walked in the door and took off your jacket, revealing your knee length, 3/4 length sleeve Small World dress that would just look like a colorful building patterned dress to most, you reached up to twist one of your low pigtails around your finger, swallowed thickly, and tried to avoid Dan’s eyes, unsuccessfully.
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Sam noticed you the second you walked in the door; how could he not? You were absolutely stunning, and nothing like the littles he had run into time and time again that just saw him as a nice suit, and a meal ticket. You were the cute little who was trying to be strong and confident but looked beyond terrified at the same time. His head tilted the slightest bit to the side as he watched you walk quickly around a younger, obviously inexperienced man who leered at you like the predator he was, and his stomach turned at the terrified conflict in your eyes of wanting to flee and wanting to enjoy your night as well. There was always one asshole at these munches, and it drove him up the wall. Before the man could even leave his chair, Sam stood up and intercepted you at the bar.
“I don’t mean to be too forward.” He said calmly as he gently touched your shoulder to get your attention. “But how about you come sit by me for a bit? You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. I just don’t want such a pretty little girl to fall prey to that man.” You nodded your head as you took your drink from the bartender and let the stranger lead you back over to where he was sitting. He moved you to his other side and pulled out the stool as he shot the fake Dom a glare.
“He’s the reason I haven’t come back here.” You said softly as you looked over your shoulder at Dan. “He’s a sadist that says a little would be honored to serve him. I left this place the last time in tears.”
“I’m so, so sorry to hear that.” Sam sighed with a shake of his head. “He’s an asshole that will get his one day. I’m Sam.”
“(Y/N).” You said as you tried to curl into yourself on your seat without really doing so at the same time.
“Beautiful name.” Sam said as he picked up his drink and tilted it toward you. “Pleasure to meet you.” You nodded your head in agreement as you tapped your coke against his beer bottle and took a sip. You tried to come up with something to say but you couldn’t even string together two words as you looked in the opposite direction from where Dan was staring at you with a smirk. “I’m hungry.” He said with a glance over at Dan. “Are you hungry? I see a booth that just opened up. I prefer them to tables any day.” You turned your head to look up at his warm smile and subtly nodded your head.
“I like booths more, too.” You agreed softly.
“Perfect. Come on.” Sam stood up first, purposely blocking you from Dan’s view as you stood up and brushed your hands down the sides of your dress nervously. Sam put his hand between your shoulder blades and led you through the crowd of fellow Daddies, Mommies, and little boys and girls to a booth along the back wall. He made sure to put you on the side of your table so that your back was facing the front door. “So tell me about this dress.” He said as he slipped into his side with a smile and put his beer down. “I feel like I’ve seen this pattern before.”
“It’s Small World.” You said as you looked down at the pattern with a smile. “I bought it on Etsy. I liked the ride a lot when I went to Disney years ago.”
“You’re a Disney girl?” Sam asked as he put a menu down in front of you with a smile.
“I’m constantly planning trips I never go on.” You said with a shrug. “It’s just… it’s part of my little space, I guess. I spend a lot of time in Disney World in my head.”
“Who’s your favorite?” You looked up at him from the menu with wide eyes and shook your head.
“That’s like asking me to pick a favorite stuffie. It’s against the rules of little-dom.”
“Well excuse me.” He chuckled as he pushed his long hair behind his ear. “Maybe we can break it down more. Do you have a favorite princess from the classics era?”
“Ariel.” You said as you crossed your legs up on the booth seat. “Tiana is my favorite from new generation. Tinkerbell is my favorite non-princess character, and Wall-e is my favorite Pixar.”
“You know, I haven’t seen Wall-e. Surprisingly…”
“Well, you’re wrong then.” You giggled as you looked up at the waitress. “Oh, ummm… I don’t know…”
“You know what I think is the best food here?” Sam said as he called your attention back to him. “The mini cheeseburgers. Perfect size and they taste amazing. And you gotta get a milkshake with it, too.”
“OK.” You said with a nod as you looked back up at the waitress. “Chocolate.”
“Make it two.” Sam agreed as he took your menu and handed both of them back to the waitress with a smile. “And two waters and another beer.” He said as he shook his empty bottle. She smiled and nodded her head as she put her notepad and pen back in her apron and went to put your orders in.
“How long have you been coming here?” You asked as you pulled the bottom of your dress over your knees more.
“Here, here or munch here?”
“Munch.” You said with a nod as you pulled the paper wrapper off your silverware and brought it down to play with it in your lap.
“Complicated answer.” He said as he crossed his legs over each other under the table and draped his arm over the back of the booth. “I’ve been in the life for about fourteen years. Started when I was eighteen as a sort of sub to an older female Dom who was willing to teach her point of view because I wanted to learn first hand what I would be like to be a Dom to someone else. To know what I would be asking of someone. Did that for about two years before I found a male mentor to work with further.”
“Wow.” You breathed, surprised at the dedication he put in to really understanding the lifestyle. He nodded his head as he helped the waitress put your tray of drinks out for the two of you.
“I’m a book worm.” He said with a chuckle as he picked up his second beer. “I like studying and learning everything I can about the things I’m interested in. I’ve always been dominant but when I was first learning, I realized there were too many conflicting stories of how to be this person. My mentor was the one who pointed out that I leaned more toward the Daddy persona over being a Master or the like. I’ve been coming to munches for littles for about ten years.”
“Have you had a little before?”
“I have.” He said with a slow nod. “She and I were together for about four years before she realized that the little part of the life wasn’t for her any longer. She wanted more of an S and M lifestyle than what I could give her, so we decided that it was time to go our separate ways.”
“You’re not a punisher?” You asked as you picked up your milkshake and took a small sip. Sam smiled as you shivered from the cold.
“I am. I’m a firm believer that spankings are a necessity for all little girls. But I draw a line when it comes to much harsher punishments. I personally don’t believe littles need to be smacked across the face in any sort of capacity.” You squeaked an ‘oh’ as you reached up and covered your cheek at the idea. “Yea, that’s my response as well. I personally don’t like causing severe pain. And I think bondage is a situational thing, not an every night thing, and that wasn’t enough with her.”
“Here you go.” The waitress said with a smile as she set your plates down. You gave her a warm smile and a nod as she turned to head back to work.
“OK, forgive me for asking.” Sam said as he unrolled his silverware and picked up his knife with a smirk. “Do you want them cut?” You giggled and nodded your head as you pushed your plate across the table toward him.
“Why didn’t you find another little?” You asked softly as you put your napkin on your lap. He sighed as he picked up your plate and set it back down in front of you.
“Tried to.” He said as he looked back up and offered you the ketchup. You nodded and gestured to your plate with a fry and a smile as he continued. “But nothing ever stuck. There are a lot of fakes in the DDLG world both Dom’s and littles. I’m not looking for a sugar baby. I’m looking for a little. And that takes time, and patience. Patience I am willing to put forth.”
“I get that.” You said with a nod as you pulled the tomatoes off half your first mini burger, and picked it up. “I stopped looking for a long while. I’ve found them all, the sadists, the fakes, the takers, the users…”
“What made you look again?” He asked before taking another bite of his dinner. You blushed, averted your eyes, and bit your bottom lip.
“I just wanna be me again.” You said as you looked back up. “I haven’t been able to really be little since I left home. Not that I was really all that little back then but I was also Amish. So coloring by candle light was kinda acceptable. But being little is also the reason why I left home because it’s just not acceptable to practice such “sin”. I just… I work as a CNA in a nursing home, taking care of people that can’t take care of themselves all day long. I come home to deal with a roommate that doesn’t understand the concept of washing her dishes after she uses them. I take care of people day in and day out and no one cares. No one asks if I need help, no one asks if it was hard to leave everything behind and claw my way out of the smoldering ashes that I created. Everyone just assumes that I’m all put together, and the part of me that wants to be little is just screaming to get out and just…” You shook your head and looked back down as tears spilled over into your lap. “I just wanna fucking color. That’s all. I just can’t with everything else anymore.”
“Scoot over, little one.” Sam said softly as he got up from his spot. You nodded your head and sniffled as you uncrossed your legs and scooted farther into the booth. “Give it time, princess. Just give it time.”
“I can’t.” You said as you fell into his side and just cried. “And this is not what I wanted tonight!”
“I know, sweet girl.” He chuckled as he put his arm around your shoulders and rubbed your side. “But it’s OK. It’s all gunna be OK.”
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“You feeling a little better, little one?” Sam asked sweetly as he stood on the corner, waiting with your for your Uber before he headed back to Manhattan himself. You nodded your head as you pulled your jacket around you a little tighter to block out the cold spring breeze.
“I’m sorry I cried.” You said softly.
“Why would you be sorry for that?” Sam asked as he rubbed your back. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with crying.”
“Yea, because every Daddy wants to find a little that just cries…”
“Little one.” He interrupted as he turned you on the sidewalk with a smile. “If a Daddy has an issue with their little getting so stressed out that it breaks them down to tears, then they do not deserve to be a Daddy. Trust me, princess. You have done nothing wrong here tonight. If anything, you made me want to see you again.” You blinked a few times and looked up at him through tear stained eyes.
“Really?” He smiled and nodded his head as he brushed a tear away with his thumb.
“Really. You’ve made me smile, you’ve made me laugh, and you’ve made me believe that there are still innocent littles out there again. I think you need me as much as I need you and if you’ll let me, I’d like the chance to get to know you. Maybe give you that mental break from the stress in your life that you so desperately need.” You sniffed and nodded your head as your Uber pulled up to the curb. “Here, take this.” He said as he reached into his jacket pocket, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a business card. “I want you to call me. When you are ready, day or night, tonight, tomorrow, next week, or even next month. I want you to come to me when you are ready, OK? It’s the top number.”
“OK.” You said softly as you cradled the card in your hands. He gave you one more warm smile and pulled open the back door for you.
“Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I look forward to your call.”
“Thanks, Sam.” You said softly as you got in the back of the car. He nodded his head at you, and closed the door behind you with a smile.
“Take care, (Y/N).” With a small wave, you watched him take a step back and you turned in your seat to keep watching as the Uber drove away.
“You’re one lucky bitch.” The driver said as she pulled into traffic. “He’s hot.”
“He’s probably the sweetest man I have ever met.” You said as you turned back around in your seat. You smiled, looked down at the card in your hands, and ran your thumb over his raised name- Sam Winchester, attorney. “I’m gunna marry that man one day.” The driver looked up at you in the rearview mirror with a smile.
“Sweet guys are rare, so hold on to that man tight.”
“I will.” You said with a nod as you tucked the card in your bra so you wouldn’t lose it. “I know I will.”
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You waited three days before getting the nerve to call Sam. You wanted to wait longer, but after working two doubles at work on your supposed days off, you really, really just wanted to check out even for a minute. So you caved and called the man you knew wouldn’t mind helping you out.
“Sam Winchester.” He said after the second ring.
“Oh! Um… (Y/N)… (Y/L/N)? From the bar.”
“Well hello, little one.” You smiled and laid back down on the twin sized mattress on the floor of your sparse bedroom. “You called.”
“I called.” You said with a nod as you adjusted your long skirt over your bent legs. “Sorry if I’m bothering you.”
“You’re not.” He chuckled. “I told you to call anytime and I meant that. My number is always available to you.”
“Oh. OK.”
“So how are you today? And fine is not an acceptable answer.” A small smile pulled at your lips as you pulled your only stuffed animal out from under your pillow and curled around it.
“Tired. I got called in to work doubles on my days off…”
“Did you try to say no?” He inquired as he sat back in his desk chair in his office. “Taking care of yourself is important.”
“I’m OK.” You said with a nod. “I’m used to being tired.”
“Oh, little one. What am I going to do with you?”
“I think I’m an angel.” You said as your smile grew.
“Oh, I bet you are.” He laughed as your front door flew open and slammed against the wall. You groaned and put your stuffed animal back in her hiding spot between the wall and your bed.
“What are you doing?” Your roommate Amy demanded as she threw open your bedroom door as you asked Sam to hold on a minute. “Why aren’t you making dinner?”
“Amy, I just got home.” You sighed as you sat up and showed her your cell. “And I’m on the…”
“Don’t care.” She said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip out to the side. “I’ve been at work since nine…”
“And I’ve been at work since 11 last night.” You reminded her. “Just give me a…”
“Not good enough!” She screeched as she grabbed a vase of your desk and threw it on the ground. You cringed and hid behind your arms as she stormed out of your room and stomped across the apartment to her room.
“I’m sorry.” You said into the phone as you got up to close your bedroom door. “She’s a bit much to handle…”
“What was that?” Sam asked a little gruffly as you closed your bedroom door.
“My roommate.” You sighed as you took a step toward your closet to get your hidden broom, missing the broken shard of glass in your distraction that cut into the bottom of your foot. You yelped and stumbled to the side.
“What? What happened?”
“Nothing.” You said with a shake of your head as you carefully hobbled over to your bed. “Just stepped on some glass. Wasn’t paying attention.” You carefully pulled the glass from your foot with a hiss and watched as the blood started almost pouring out. “That’s a lot of blood.”
“OK, enough of this.” He said as he got up from his chair. “Where are you?”
“No, I’m OK.” You tried as you grabbed a scrub top from the laundry basket and tried to staunch the bleeding.
“(Y/N). Lots of blood means stitches, which means hospital trip, which means no work for a while. And your roommate seems insane and I’ve only heard her voice for all of a minute, which leads me to believe that she won’t help you out.”
“Sam…” You tried as you looked at the already blood drenched shirt in your hand.
“Address, little girl. I won’t ask again.” You sighed as you switched out the scrub top for the bottoms on the top of the laundry pile.
“I’m in Jackson Heights. 345 74th Street. Apartment 3 on the second floor. Just come in, we don’t have a lock on the door. I’m the bedroom on the right.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour. You can come stay in my guest bedroom for a while. It’s on the other side of the house from me. But you’ll be safe. I’ll keep my distance.”
“Sam?” You asked as you let the blood soaked pants fall to the floor, and laid back down on the bed. “I’m dizzy.”
“Just say awake, sweetheart. Stay with me.”
“Just a nap.” You breathed. “I gotta cook.”
“Stay with me, little one.”
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Sam had no idea what to expect as he headed up the stairs of one of the most disgusting apartment buildings he had ever seen. He sighed, hating that anyone had to live like this, and headed up the dirt covered stairs to find your apartment. It wasn’t hard to find even before looking at the numbers because he could hear your roommate bitching from down the hall about her ‘lazy roommate’ not making dinner. With a shake of his head, he opened the front door and walked right in like you had told him to.
“The fuck are you?” Amy demanded as he walked over and pushed open your bedroom door. He hesitated for a moment as he looked around the almost empty room, the glass scattered on the floor, and you, fast asleep on a single mattress on the floor. “Look, I’m calling the cops, asshole.”
“Go ahead.” Sam said as he grabbed your laundry basket and pulled the mesh bag of clothes out of it. “We’ll be gone before they even get here.” As quickly as he could, he emptied every drawer he could find into the bag on top of the dirty clothes, before grabbing what he assumed was your bathroom bag, and finishing with the closet. He threw the bag over his shoulder and walked across the broken glass, snagged the only pair of shoes he saw, and went to pick you up off the bed, when a small, spotted stuffed animal leg caught his eye by your pillow. He huffed a laugh and grabbed the small, big eyed giraffe as well.
“Alright, come here, little girl.” He said as he shoved your stuffie in his jacket pocket before carefully picking you up.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking her? Who the hell do you think you are?” Amy rattled as Sam carried you out of your room toward the front door.
“Taking her away from you.” He said as he continued out the front door with you in his arms. “She won’t be coming back either.”
“Wait, what!?” Amy shouted as she stormed out of the apartment after him. “You can’t do that! Hey, I need her rent money!”
“Go to hell.” Sam said with a shake of his head as he jogged down the stairs.
“Sam…” You sighed in confusion.
“I’m here, princess.” He said as he used his back to push open the door of your building. “We’re going to the hospital.”
“OK.” You said with a nod as you laid your head on his shoulder and passed back out. He set you down gently in the passenger seat of his car and took a quick glance at the blood covered bottom of your foot.
“You poor thing.” He sighed as he put your seatbelt on and tossed your bag and your shoes in the back seat. He got in the drivers seat and placed your little giraffe in your lap. “You need a Daddy more than anyone, don’t you?” With a shake of his head, he pulled away from the curb and away from your stunned roommate.
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“She’ll need to stay off it for about a while. She managed to cut a couple tendons and almost hit a muscle. She’s lucky to be alive, honestly. She severed that vein perfectly.” Sam nodded at the news and glanced over at you from the door.
“She’ll be able to walk though, right? She’s gunna be OK?”
“She’ll be just fine.” The doctor laughed as she tucked her tablet under her arm. “She just lost a lot of blood. Once we get her CBC and her white counts up a little more, she can go. She’ll wake up in time…”
“‘m’wake.” You groaned behind them.
“Hey, there she is.” Sam said as he nodded at the doctor in thanks and headed over your bed. “How you feeling?”
“‘m’cold.”
“That’s an easy fix.” He said as he pulled the blanket that he had taken off you when you had started to sweat. You hummed contently as he pulled the blankets up to your chin and tucked them in around you. “Don’t forget this little guy.”
“Luna.” You breathed with a smile as you reached out to take your giraffe. “She’s a girl.”
“Well excuse me.” He chuckled as he sat down beside you. “It’s nice to meet you, Luna.”
“Thank you.” He nodded his head at you with a smile as he fixed the blanket some more. “You came for me.”
“Of course I did. You obviously needed help. Help that you were to little to handle.” You nodded your head and looked down, embarrassed.
“I don’t know what to do here.” You whispered. “I mean, I’m a mess.”
“Let me ask you something.” Sam said as he reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear. “Do you honestly think that you can handle your roommate anymore after this? Do you think that you going home from here is going to be beneficial to you in any way?” You shook your head as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “You’re scared because you don’t know me. I understand completely. But you need help. You need help that no one has been willing to give to you because people are shitty. I can give you that help. Even if it’s not as your Daddy, and even if it’s only for a couple weeks. I don’t care. I want to help you. You deserve it.”
“No.” You said with a shake of your head as you curled up on your side to try to hide.
“Yes.” You looked up at him awkwardly as he reached out to rub your back. “And just so you know, I may or may not have bought Wall-e yesterday so I could watch it. So now you and Luna are just gonna have to watch it with me because… well Daddies can’t be wrong, right?” You nodded your head with a small smile.
“Wall-e!” You said in the robots voice, making Sam’s smile deepen.
“So is that a yes? You'll let me take care of you until you’re ready to go, whenever that may be?” You nodded your head and hugged Luna a little tighter.
“Yes.”