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Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

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Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

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Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

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Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

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Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

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im so sad for them and theyre over here trying to comfort us, WE DONT DESERVE THEM

AND I HATE THAT THE SCAMMYS MADE THEM FEEL THAT THEIR EFFORTS WEREN'T ENOUGH IT'S LIKE THEY'RE BLAMING THEMSELVES WHEN IT'S ACTUALLY THE INDUSTRY'S FAULT 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

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This is absolutely beautiful 😭😭😭 I’m crying happy and sad tears!!

To my Supernatural family,

I know endings are hard, but does anything in the SPN Fandom ever really end?

Did the fandom end the first time Sam died? No.

How about the first time Dean died? No

Cas dying? No. The Apocalypse (doenst matter which) ? No.

Did Sam losing his soul or Dean becoming a demon end the fandom? Nope!

Hell, Dean litrally killed Death….and our worlds kept on ticking.

What I’m trying to say is:- just because season 15 will be the last, doesn’t mean it’s the last year of our fandom, of our family!

Just as family doesnt end with blood, fandoms don’t end with shows, movies or books!

Star Wars was released in 1977 and I guarantee if you search, you will find new posts, pictures and fanfiction about Luke, Han and Leia 42 years later!

So of course feel sad, the show has changed all of our lives. But don’t be disheartened, we aren’t going anywhere!

Love

Kayl xxx

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I will never not laugh at this 😂😂😂

Micah: You know Arthur, Morgan is just a few letters off from moron.

Arthur, already rolling his sleeves: And you know what, Micah Bell? You’re a few seconds off from going ding ding motherfucker———

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The Truth Of The Matter

Spock x Reader

Words: 982 Plot: A Romulan transmission comes through requesting negotiations - the reader volunteers. When Spock objects, she’s more than a little offended that he thinks she can’t do her job. But that’s far from the reason he’s not happy. A/N: I love Spock x reader pairing SO MUCH. SO MUCH. Despite having requests out the wazoo I’m going to take a little time to give this pairing to end all pairings a little love. It’s sort of a sequel to Shon-ha’lock, if you want it to be.

The transmission had come through, cracked and stuttering as it played on the bridge; a Romulan diplomacy ship having lost primary and auxiliary engines due to a massive malfunction. They requested aid; Kirk had offered a boarding party to discuss the terms of such aid. They had, reluctantly, accepted. When the transmission darkened, the room went silent. “What are the odds this is a trap?” Sulu asked, turning over his shoulder to look over at the captain. Kirk’s brow furrowed; he reached his index finger to his lips in thought before pushing out of his seat. “I don’t know. Which is why I’ve got to be the one to go” Kirk added “I’ll take a small ground crew. Raise all shields, monitor life signs”.

“Aye sir”.

“Uhura? You’re fluent in Romulan, right?” Lieutenant Uhura folded her hands behind her back, raising her chin. “I am. But I don’t know how confident I am discerning what happened; I’m not familiar with Romulan ship mechanics”. Kirk clenched his jaw, drumming his fingers against his sides. “Captain” (y/n) stood awkwardly from behind her desk; pulling at the hem of her yellow shirt as she nudged her chair with her foot. “I think I can do it. I wrote a dissertation on Romulan spacefairing in the Academy. If they’re lying, I should be able to figure it out-” “-Captain, it seems reasonably illogical to remove the Communications Lieutenant from her post when we will be needing to send transmissions to starfleet” Spock interjected hastily, his mouth a thin line as he stared at Kirk, almost deliberately avoiding (y/n)’s gaze as he did so. (y/n) bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor immediately in frustration.  She had trained for this. She knew what she was doing. She had this under control. “Mr. Sulu can monitor comms in her absence. I don’t doubt he can do a reasonable job until we get back” Kirk added, tapping figures into his PADD. (y/n) swore she could see a smirk on Jim’s lips; but if it was there, it was gone in moments. “-Then allow me to go in your place. I have familiarity with Romulan ships and am the First Officer of this ship. Should anything happen I would-” “Spock” Jim asserted, turning to the Vulcan “I need you here. You being the First Officer is exactly why you need to be here when I beam over. If it all goes to hell, there’s nobody I’d rather have commanding this ship.” Spock keyed a command into his PADD before turning to Kirk, his eyes sharp. “Yes, sir.” “Excellent” Jim grinned, clasping his hands together “Lieutenant, we beam out in five minutes. Suit up and I’ll meet you in the transporter room.” (y/n) felt her stomach turn with nerves, her heart thrashing in her chest. Nodding to Kirk, she quickly logged herself out of her panel and darted over to the turbolift, tying her hair back out of her face with a band she kept around her wrist. Pushing the button to take her to her quarters, the lift doors began closing.

A hand reached out, and the automatic doors slid open again. Spock walked in coolly, his hands held tightly behind his back as he stood beside her. From here, she could see the way his cheekbone curved in the light; the way his hairline dusted against his ears- No. She couldn’t bare to think about those things right now. She’d been smitten for him for too long; always tripping over her words in the corridor; always making up reasons to stay behind on the bridge when she was exhausted just to be in the room alone with him. He never seemed to give her the time of day; or if he did, it always had to be for something.  He’d saved her life once; she’d been shot, disruptor fire causing her to fall and break her ribs. He’d carried her, then. Visited her in the medbay. He’d been kind.  But there were always reasons. Always answers. Never the ones she wanted. “Lieutenant-” Spock began. “Why did you do that?” (y/n) asked, turning to face him as the turbolift clicked, beginning its descent away from the bridge. He looked straight ahead; only acknowledging her out of the corner of his eye.  He visibly swallowed.

“Clarify”. (y/n) gritted her teeth. “You know I’m more than qualified to go on this mission. You previously described my field performance as ‘exemplary’ in regards to identifying cultural differences in regards to spacefairing designs” she breathed. Spock’s hands seemed to move slightly behind his back; he re-adjusted his posture. “You are likely the most qualified candidate for this mission”. (y/n) opened her mouth in shock, her brow furrowing as she looked at him incredulously. “Then why would you-” “Your conclusion that I would insist on you remaining on the ship as a result of your incapacity is incorrect. It is far from the truth of the matter.” (y/n) felt her frustration draining; her hands shaking as the feelings of inadequacy left them, replaced with a haze of confusion and anticipation. Spock barely looked at her; he almost never truly looked at her. It was as though he was always looking just over her shoulder, just over her head. “What is the truth of the matter, Spock?” The turbolift dinged as it approached her floor.  Spock turned then, his eyes darting across to hers. His gaze was so intense she felt her face grow hot; something held within it making her heart hammer in her chest. “If a situation occurred in which your safety was threatened; others may not handle your safety being at risk with so much comfort.” The doors slid open, and Spock strode out quickly. (y/n) swore she saw his ears tinged with green; but if that were the case it was only for a moment, and then he was out of sight.

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Honestly wish I could like this multiple times!! ❤️❤️❤️ the amount of passion and emotion the actress put into this is mind blowing!! Such a beautiful song, she has the voice of an angel ❤️❤️❤️

this version hits different

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my friend and i are huge fans of your work ans she wants me to ask you this, how would james react to seeing his crush in an abusive realationship with her bf? like hitting and cheating. l Thank you!

Awe hi to you and your friend!! Thank you so much for reading my stuff :) ❤️

You know how James reacted to Clementine in the cave in episode 4? How aggressive he got with Clem? That’s how he would act. First, privately, he would ask them if they’re okay. “Are you happy?” He’d ask, knowing something felt off. When they tensely said yes, he would ease off, but not a lot. The moment he saw their partner lay hands on them, he’d take action. He slam in their knees and force them to the ground, pushing his boot onto their chest, keeping them down. “You’re sick.” He would spit. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on them again.” He’d force his boot down harder. “If you do, I won’t go this ease on you.” He’d force his boot down as far as possible as he turned away, gathering his crush protectively in their arms and whisking them away. At all times, he stayed beside them. He’d keep a hand on their back, or in their own palm guiding them everywhere they went, helping ensure they felt safe.

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the weasley twins

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the weasley twins

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