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thxnks4themrms · 6 months ago
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I’m sorry but why are we in healthcare/the medical field when you’re in it only for the money? There’s other places for you to be big and greedy so like take that shit somewhere else
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halflifebutawesome · 5 days ago
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genuine question am I the only one around here that sees the gman as actively antagonistic or am I the outlier
#transmission#Like besides the point of I'm so unsettled by him that I've considering blocking his damn tag like. Looks around?#Like I understand the idea of Like. Spooky alien grandpa😋 silly weirdguyyyy#And I don't want to be raining on anyone's parade and ultimately that's like fine who's cares. I don't care.#But I feel like a lot of people are missing the mark here on like. Gman as a character#Idfk I feel like I'm being an asshole this isn't to say you can't have fun#But like. Goofy shit with Gordon and Adrian and ALYX especially puts me so on edge sorry#Like I understand his motives and lack thereof I understand narratively what he's doing and what purpose he serves#But is like. Does nobody else see all of his actions as like super fucking sinister😭😭#He manipulated and coerced all of them he's using all of them as his weapons and attack dogs and it just. Feels scary#Adrian was TWENTY TWO.#Like does this not creep anyone else out#And I don't know if this is my place to speak on it. As a white dude.#But splash brought it up the other day and it's like.#The Gman. Someone in a great position of power. Actively and continues to manipulate and threaten a Black man and his daughter .#It's not lost on me and it kind of baffles me that people kind of. Look over that??????#He fucking steals Alyx away at the end of HLA . He uses her emotions against her in a very threatening and upsetting way.#He kind of all but threatens Eli in HL2E2.#I DONT KNOW. I DONT KNOW. he feels fucking scary.#He kept Gordon in stasis for TWENTY YEARS. IM twenty#Presumably Addy is STILL IN STASIS.#Like I don't know. It's bugging me#I don't mean to rain on anyone's parade or say ohh you can't do this or that like who cares .#But I feel like you need to take a step back and recontextualize his actions and how he does things .#Especially in the context of Alyx and Eli.#I don't know. Whatever. Sorry#half life
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duhlore · 8 months ago
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❛ BUT I LOVE MESSIN’ WITH YA !
PAIRINGS; subbot!k. chisaki (overhaul) x reader
CWS; amab!reader, brat taming ig, belly bulge, afab!chisaki, choking, mentions of biting/marking, not mentioned if reader is a hero/villain etc ((up to u >_>)),, cunnlingus/face riding, creampie(s), p in v sex, ooc idfk 😒😒, cowgirl position, lowercase on purposeosos!!,, not proof read
notes: rewatchde mha and im 5 eps away from being doen with s4 and good god overhaul is so..😛😛,,this is lazily done srry but i have TOOOO much shit in my drafts so i needa work on thag.,,,;..
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KAI CHISAKI who's always so rude and bossy towards others, pushing and bullying them into doing what he wants them to because he has to get his way all the time for some odd reason, not caring how many nasty comments he has to make to get what he wants. what a brat... KAI CHISAKI who thinks he's better than everyone because of his gigantic ego, like he rules the world or something. it never mattered how small or how little the person was, he always frightened or threatened them enough to do whatever he says. some definitely needs to put him in his place, but no one has the guts to do so because they're all so terrified and intimidated by him... except for you.
a low, almost inaudible whimper falls from kai's lips, a familiar sound you gotten used to as he hovers over your face, staring down at you with half-lidded lust filled eyes. And as he lowers himself down onto your face, he can't contain the moan that immediately left him when he felt your lips suckling on his clit, giving all your attention to the sensitive nub while he began rocking his hips, slowly finding a rhythm.
kai ends up grabbing a fist full of your hand when he's about to cum, grinding down onto your mouth hastily as he desperately chased his orgasm, his soaked pussy making a mess all over your face. and when he does come? he's loud as ever, so loud to the point where he has to cover his mouth with his hand, head thrown back in ecstasy as rides out wave after wave of pleasure.
KAI CHISAKI who'd always keep a stoic face and cold attitude, but when he's around you? he's a completely different person— he's always so loud and whiney whenever you go down on him, his body trembling in ways only you can cause. And he gets wet so easily too... it doesn't matter what you do to him honestly, you could literally just brush your hand against his waist or his thigh and his cunts practically drooling for you, begging for your girthy length.
KAI CHISAKI who loves when you bend his smaller body into all sorts of positions, but his personal favorite is definitely when you let him ride you. It makes him feel like he's in control... at least a little bit. he enjoys being on top because he gets to see your face while he pleases you, which pleases him— a lot.
“hmmph...” kai's breath hitches as he continues to move, his thighs aching while his body screams at him to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so. he loves looking down to see your face, being able to see how much pleasure he was bringing to you as his walls contract around your member. there are pretty marks scattered from his collarbone all the way up to his jawline along with marks on his neck that resembled handprints from you not too long ago, a sign that he belonged to you.
at some point, chisaki's head falls back when he feels your finger start to rub his clit while your other hand press against the bulge of your thick cock poking through his tummy, it was crazy how deep you were— it felt like he could feel you in his fucking throat. there's a white ring forming where the two of you are joined together, the mixture of your fluids causing kai's pussy to make an oddly satisfying squelching sound due to how sticky it was.
KAI CHISAKI who doesn't let anyone control him or forbid him from getting what he wants, but when it comes to you... he's on his knees whenever you ask, willing to give you whatever you want without and doubt or hesitation.
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© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>
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edible-emerald · 8 months ago
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Ok so PVP civilization??? I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS???
Spoilers for episode 5 btw
So first off the REVEALS THIS EPISODE??? And the fact that most of them were to the viewer and not to Evbo???
The first reveal I want to talk about is PRINCEZAM REVIVING. HE CAN REVIVE TOO. This means WAY MORE THAN YOU MIGHT INITIALLY THINK.
Princezam's character, in nature, is selfish. He talks highly about how Evbo repeatedly dying is heroic, and while he may be subjecting himself to endless torture, he's saving so many lives, he's a hero, he's a good person. It's implied that Zam believes, if he were in Evbo's position, he would do the same; that he would let himself die to save others. But it's a lie. Because he IS in Evbo's position. HE CAN REVIVE TOO. But he kept it a better secret than Evbo, which is the only reason why he hasn't been endlessly farmed yet.
The second reveal Princezam gives that also shows more about his character and motives is that Evbo has a limited number of revives. He isn't immortal. He's on his last life. If he dies again, he'd be gone forever. And Zam knew this.
And I think something is really, really interesting about this. Because in episode 4, Zam's motive is to make Evbo die over and over indefinitely so he can keep increasing durability of the iron swords and increasing life span. Still an interesting character, but him KNOWING that this solution is temporary, and him KNOWING that Evbo will die permanently soon, changes everything. His motive wasn't to save the iron swords, I actually think he couldn't care less about them. His motive was to kill Evbo.
What else would it be? Why else would Zam KNOWINGLY make Evbo die over and over with every death coming closer to permanent death? Because for whatever reason, Zam wanted to get rid of Evbo. But why? Yes, it's true he was the chosen one. But that leads me into my next point:
Is he?
The only real thing that made Evbo special enough to be the chosen one is that he could revive himself after dying. But he isn't the only one who can. Zam can too; and I believe Tabi and a few other people can as well. So IS he the chosen one? Personally, I don't think he is. I think that someone else is the chosen one, but I'll get to who eventually. What possible motive could Zam have for wanting Evbo dead, if he isn't the chosen one?
Evbo was a diamond sword.
OKOKOK HEAR ME OUT
Evbo was a diamond sword who's memories were erased. He was threatening to like do something (maybe become a netherite sword?) that Zam and others didn't approve of and maybe he was working with Tabi, so both of them were killed and revived in the wooden sword level. But Evbo's memories were erased in the process so Tabi decided to manipulate him and get to the top without him this time. That brings me to the next point.
Tabi has history with some of the diamond swords. Specifically, Ferre. We don't know what yet, but I believe like I said above that she and Evbo were previously diamond swords, and were trying to do something and ended up being killed. Evbo's memories were erased but Tabi's weren't.
I think the reason the diamond swords were willing to let Evbo back in and not Tabi is because he lost all his memories. Maybe, he'll get some back and realize that the diamond layer is corrupt or evil in some way, and team up with Tabi to defeat them. But I don't think so. I think Tabi is evil and had either roped in Evbo, or worked with Evbo but losing his memories made him change.
Anyways, on the topic of reviving, I think it's also safe to say Zam was a diamond sword. First off, he seemed to know the diamond swords personally and disliked them, calling them 'bottom feeders' (which by the way is so fucking funny I giggled so much at that line) also we know he can revive as well so safe to say he was killed and revived there. Maybe he was in the plan (that may or may not exist idfk) with Tabi and Evbo and was killed as well. But I doubt it, considering how he treats Evbo, but then again, his character is very selfish and antagonistic. I think his ultimate motive is to rank up to a netherite sword (which may be godhood like in parkciv?? but we don't know) and he's trying to kill Evbo to take out the competition.
Also this is a minor thing but now we finally know why Zam kept his door closed in episode two, because he had an armor stand too and didn't want the secret to come out.
Now for the final reveal: Parrot has a backstory. And I think I know what it is.
Parrot is the real chosen one.
Ok my evidence for this is mostly speculation but also if Evbo isn't the chosen one than who?? Parrot is a really odd character, like every time he talks it just feels like there's something off about him. He talks a lot about the chosen one, but he acts. Weird. Around Evbo when he finds out that he's the chosen one. Also, for someone so devoted to the chosen one, he's still very much alive; and I point this out because he has a mansion AND a video journaling machine. That costs a lot of swings and I have a feeling he hasn't really ever paid respects to it. Even though he says he has. And why would he? BECAUSE HE'S THE CHOSEN ONE.
If Parrot isn't the chosen one, either one of two things are probably true:
he was a diamond sword
he was a/the netherite sword
I don't really know how these would work in the story the same way the chosen one theory would, but yeah
Thank you for reading my ramblings :33 hopefully I didn't miss anything lmao
ALSO??? WEMMBU AND MINUTE IN A EVBO VIDEO???? HELLO???? IS THIS REAL LIFE????????
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meliciousmel13 · 8 months ago
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̗̗̀̀➛ p i l l o w f i g h t
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warnings: suggestive, idfk, pervybsf!madison!!
wc: 1,179
SYNOPSIS: you invite madison over ;))
taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt @chrissv4mp
an: i tried so hard to make her a perv but idk
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madison was coming over in a few minutes, and you needed to fix your room. there was dirty underwear from your rush in the morning, your sheets were messy and you had clothes everywhere.
you heard you phone ring and you quickly gathered all your clothes and shoved them under your twin sized bed, running downstairs and opening the front door.
“hey.” you said, out of breath.
madison smiled, “hi,” she hugged you for 10 seconds before pulling away and entering your house, “so, i have a few actives to do since your mom literally hates me and never lets me come over. thank god she’s gone.”
you roll your eyes, both of you walking into your once messy room, “she doesn’t hate you. she just thinks your a little of a bad influence.” you said, sitting down on your bed while madison put down her tote bag and you looked away to see if you left anything behind, and you swore you saw her reach under your bed. she sat down on your bed and turned to look at you, crossing her legs.
“why, cause everyone knows i like girls?” bold. “she doesn’t want me to corrupt her perfectly straight daughter?” she tilted her head,
“stop.” you whine, and collapse back into the bed, she was sat in front of you so you purposefully tried to piss her off by half-hardheartedly wrapping your legs around her hips, she didn’t care though, putting her hands under your knees and pulling you closer.
“why do you never get mad.” you groaned, and madison chuckled, drawing small circles on your upper thigh.
madison bit her lip, as if she was trying to hold back the actual answer, and shook her head instead.
you haven’t seen her in two weeks, except that you spend every moment in school together. two weeks, outside of school, “what did you wanna do?”
“soo, i have some makeup and i can do yours and we could play some games but we could also watch a movie if you want.” she said, giving you options to choose from. you picked makeup because it was a ritual that you both did every time she came over.
she was on top of you now. her thighs on either side of your hips and her hand holding your chin while the other worked on your mascara, “stop blinking.”
“are you serious.”
she ignored you. moving on from your mascara and to your lips. she was hunched over in a position that probably made her back hurt. she was close to your face, and you had your hands holding her knees, since you had no where else to put them.
“you know what i realized?” madison pulled away and searched her makeup bag for lipgloss, “your dad is literally the chillest human on earth. like, your mom hates me but your dad just acknowledges my presence and doesn’t give a shit.”
“yeah, i mean, he’s not lazy but—”
“shut up for a sec.” she traces your bottom lip and applies the lipgloss, “your so pretty.” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. she dragged her index finger across your jaw, “why aren’t you talking.”
“because you told me to shut up.” you said.
“you can talk now.”
“thank you princess.” you smiled, sarcastically.
“that’s right, i’m your princess.” she said, and you raised your eyebrows, “i’m kidding! god! can’t you take a joke?” she moved off your lap and laid down on your bed, “you wanna watch a movie?”
“yeah, what?”
“i don’t know, you choose.” she breathed, bending over you to grab her tote bag, you almost thought she was doing it on purpose, she smelt like roses. metaphorical roses, because roses in real life smell bad. she was wearing a tiny top that exposed almost everything, she was wearing a zip up hoodie but she took it off the second she walked in your house.
“have you chosen yet?” madison opened her laptop, “can we watch hush?” you said and madison looked over at you, “we watch that every time i come over.”
“pleasee.” you beg, hugging her waist.
“fine.” she sighed.
halfway through the horror movie you felt madison’s hand crawl up your thigh, “can you go make popcorn please?”
“please? you have manners now?”
“oh shut up— I’ve always had manners.” she hit you with a throw pillow, “you really wanna start with that? really madison?” you tilted your head, stopping the movie.
“maybe—” she was cut off by you throwing the pillow back, right to her face, ruining her perfect hair. madison gasped, with a small smile, “oh yeah?” she took your pillow and hit you with it. you stood on your knees in the bed, taking another pillow and hitting back.
this went on for a while, until both your arms were burning and left panting. you were on top of her now, hitting her one last time before throwing the pillow back where it belonged. madison clearly didn’t get the hint, because she hit you, after you gave up.
“ow.” you groan after she hit you directly on the nose.
“fuck i’m so sorry.” she sat up, gripping your hips and you held your nose, sniffling and shaking your head.
“s’ fine.” you mumble, felling her hands slide up your waist and brush you nipple, accident, right? you hold her shoulders and look up at her, “your stupid.”
“reallyy? how come.” she said that as if she didn’t know.
“because you hit me after i gave up and put the pillow back, that’s unfair, which means your stupid.” she was too close. too close. too close. too close.
“shut up,” okay. “you talk too much.” shut me up. madison bit her lip, she does that often .
“madison.”
“yeah?” she held your hips with both her hands. you push her down onto the bed and saw a smirk slowly creep up onto her face.
“you—” interrupting her bragging session, you hit her back with a pillow, as revenge for hitting your nose. adjusting you position on her hips, you felt your clit brush softly against her behind two layers of clothing. whimpering, you bit your lips before she caught on.
“that’s what you get, asshole.” i win.
she was shocked, you laugh and plop down next to her, “please stop hitting me with a pillow now.” you said.
the whole day was spent watchoing movies until it turned midnight and madison had to go home.
“wait i need to go to the bathroom.” madison said, rushing to your bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving a small thud sound. you check you phone seeing it was 12:04AM, your dad was home, just asleep.
“okay— i’ll see you tomorrow kay?” you nod and walk her to your front door, hugging her and seeing her out. while she was walking away, you saw a sliver of while and blue, slipping out her pocket and into her tote bag. was that your underwear?
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dianawinchester03 · 28 days ago
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Season 3, Episode 9 - Malleus Maleficarum
Series Masterlist
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Author’s Note: Hi beauties!!! Okay beware, this is gonna be a long note that is just about me. You don’t need to read, this is just my way of connecting with you my besties❤️
So, random life updates. I’ve started going to the gym and this new diet. Now, at the back of my mind, I can hear Dean’s disappointment. “Damn princess, didn’t think you’d pull a Sammy on me with this rabbit food diet” IM SORRY BABE IM TRYNA LOSE WEIGHT CUZ IM A HEAVY FUCK😭😭😭not to mention, my scoliosis was killing me so the workouts have been helping.
Things haven’t been the best at home with my mom, mind you I’m a 21 year old grown ass woman and I still struggle with parental issues. How? IDFK💀😭 (sorry I always find humor in the weirdest fucking situations— that’s my Dean side showing lol) I still see myself as a kid and then I remember “HO, you is an ADULT” so I try to work around it.
My schedule was totally fucked, my sleep schedule was totally fucked and I wasn’t taking care of myself the way I should’ve been which is why I decided to put myself first for the first time in my life. I’ve been getting guilted for it but FUCK THAT😂😂😂
All in all, since then, my mental health has been getting better slowly but surely. Everything hurts physically, don’t get me wrong. I feel like I’ve been thrown into the air and tossed around like a goddamn rag doll BUT ya girl is turning into an almond mom and thriving XD (jkjk, god I miss cheeseburgers and cookies. And roti ugggghhh💔)
Besides the point, hope you guys like this one!!❤️
Warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation (f&m) mentions of cunnlingus, mentions of sex, dirty talk, over stimulation.
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Third Person POV
Somewhere in the US
•Sometime in January 2008
The quartet was now back to a trio once more since Jo parted ways with them again to go off on her own hunt with her mother. This time, Y/N loaned Jo her bike so she was riding along with the Winchesters. Shocker, huh? Y/N fuckin’ L/N, lending someone her pride and joy???
Anyway, the three took on a hunt of their own, now in the middle of the living room to a house belonging to a recent victim who died very….strangely. Long story short, Janet Dutton’s (the victim) teeth fell out suddenly, one by one. Resulting in her untimely death. The death was not only strange but sudden.
Now, Dean was questioning Paul Dutton about his wife’s death while Sam and Y/N searched the bathroom for clues as to what happened. “She was so scared. I couldn't help, I couldn't do anything to stop it….” A grieving Paul explained to Dean as he took a deep breath. Glancing up toward the elder Winchester, who was taking notes on his little pad.
“And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it.” Dean nodded as Paul spoke, “Well, that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton.” Dean assured him as Y/N closed the door across from them, locking it so she and Sam could fully search it. “But the CDC, that's disease control, right? What do you think, it's some kind of virus?” Paul asked nervously.
“We're not ruling out anything yet. Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies?” Dean asked Y/N gently rummaged through drawers and Sam searched the shelves. “I'm sorry?” Paul scoffed. “Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?” Dean asked again, while in the bathroom, Y/N glanced over to Sam, shaking her head, indicating there was nothing there. “Wait, wh— what are you saying? That somebody poisoned her?” Paul got up from his position on the couch, his eyes filled with surprise. Dean shrugged in return.
In the bathroom, Sam sighed before his eyes landed on the sink. He placed his finger up before shuffling over to it. He crouched down to check it out, his jaw dropping when he noticed a hex bag stuffed between two pipes.
“I'm just saying we have to cover every base here.” Dean nodded, trying to hold up the stern and serious agent facade. “Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?” Paul asked bewildered.
Sam’s eyes quickly traveled back to the bag as Y/N appeared by his side, “What did you find?” She whispered, her voice soft. “Hex bag” Sam whispered back, reaching in to try to take it out from between the crease. He struggled to retrieve it, due to the small space. Y/N watched with an amused smile and tilted head and Sam fought to get the bag out.
Y/N snickered, cupping her palm over her mouth. “You okay there, little Winchester?” She teased, bending down to his level. Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Stop being a smartass and get it, dude” She snorted again, kneeling down and pushing Sam aside to get the hex bag out. “Ta-da” She mused, dangling it in his face. Sam shot her his classic bitchface, but there was no heat behind it before snatching it out of her hand.
The two got up and exited the bathroom as Dean asked Paul, “Would anyone want to?” But the man shook his head, “What?! No, no, there's just no one that could've—“ He exclaimed before trailing off, almost as if he was lost in thought. Dean raised a quizzical brow at Mr. Dutton, “Mr. Dutton?” He inquired, his notebook out and ready to jot something down. Paul snapped out of his daze, looking back at Dean.
“Uh, everyone loved Janet.” He assured him but even Paul didn’t seem so sure. Dean furrowed his brows before glancing over to his brother and girlfriend. The younger hunter and psychic nodded, indicating that they were done with their investigation. Dean looked back to Paul before nodding, “Okay. Thank you very much, I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now.”
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The rain drizzled above them as they walked down the porch to the Dutton residence toward the Impala, “That dude seem a little evasive to you?” Dean asked them, pointing to the house behind them with his thumb. Sam and Y/N shrugged, “I don't know I was under a sink, pulling this out.” Sam answered as he took the hex bag out of his pocket and handed it to Dean. Y/N put up a finger, “Correction, I got it out. You were struggling like a dog with a cone on its head” She taunted.
This resulted in another eye roll from Sam and a chuckle from Dean, “Bite me,” Sam shot back, “No thanks,” Y/N winked back as Dean stopped in front on the Impala to open it up, “It’s a hexbag” Y/N told him as he gagged when looking at the contents, “Awww gross.” He groaned, covering his nose. “Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned.” Sam explained as he pointed to it.
“So we're thinking witch?” Dean suggested as he stuffed the hexbag into Y/N’s hands. “Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either.” She nodded, wrapping the bag back up as she and Sam followed behind Dean. “This is Old World black magic, charming. I mean, warts and all.” She grimaced, shaking her head as they approached the Impala. Dean mimicked her expression, opening the back door for her, allowing her to climb in while Sam claimed shotgun.
Dean shut her door before peeling open the drivers side, plopping in next to his brother, “I fuckin’ hate witches” He pointed out with a look of disgust, Y/N’s brows furrowed when he said this while Sam chuckled awkwardly, glancing back over at his surrogate sister as Dean rambled on. “They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.” He ranted, “Pretty much” Sam muttered, frowning slightly. “It's fuckin’ creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary.” Dean grumbled, started the ignition.
“You do know that witches are related to psychics, right?” Y/N piped up, slightly glaring at her boyfriend. Her voice was soft but still stern, her displeasure with the comments obvious. Dean’s face turned pale at her words, “What?” Sam’s lips tucked into his mouth when he saw Dean’s face fall as though he had seen a ghost, trying to stop himself from laughing.
“They’re like our older jealous black sheep cousin. Our powers come from nature, meaning they’re natural. We can still practice witchcraft but that doesn’t classify us as witches since we don’t dabble in dark arts.” She explained as she peeled off her black blazer. Dean’s face morphed into a look of guilt while Sam’s face remained in ‘don’t laugh’ mode. “Yeah Dean,” The younger Winchester said, his eyes flickering between Y/N’s and Dean’s faces.
“She’s right.” Sam confirmed and Dean exhaled deeply, “I….I didn’t mean to insult you, sweetheart. I just don’t like witches.” Dean said sincerely. Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “Me neither, they’re nasty bitches. They give us a bad rep too,” She agreed, stretching out her limb. “They do give you a bad rep,” Dean muttered, “No one is scared of psychics. Everyone’s scared of witches.” He pointed out and Y/N nodded.
“I don’t understand it. I mean, we’re pretty much the same.” She shrugged, “We both hear and see a bunch of things you normal folks don’t, we’re both hunted….we both have powers” Dean raised a brow at her, “You normal folks?” He smirked. Y/N rolled her eyes, “You know what I mean smartass.” She muttered, a smile tugging at her lips as she reached over and swatted his arm before leaning back against the window.
“Either way, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton and it’s most likely a witch” Sam chimed in, Dean nodded in agreement. “Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag.” Dean sighed, “So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods.” He asked as he turned on the heat in Baby, gathering up some heat between his hands from the vents.
“No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman, that's the problem, Dean, they're human, they're like everyone else.” Y/N explained. “Great. How do we find 'em?” Dean grumbled, “This wasn't random, someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive—” Sam began, “—We find the murderer.” Dean finished his sentence in, causing Y/N to flinch.
“I swear, the way y’all talk at the same time and finish each other sentences, it’s fuckin’ creepier than witches, man” She muttered. “Shut up” Sam and Dean said in unison as Y/N gagged. The two brothers eyed each other and she shook her head in disbelief. “You just did it again you morons,” Y/N groaned and Sam snickered while Dean flashed her a wink before peeling out of the Dutton’s driveway.
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Later that night, they decided to stake out and follow Paul Dutton after agreeing with Dean that he was a bit evasive. They ended up following him to a diner and into an empty dead street. Paul parked his car at the head of the street so they kept it safe and parked a few cars down. Dean and Y/N were growing bored, now playing rock, paper, scissors while Sam lounged in the backseat.
“I want to stab myself” Dean groaned when he lost again. Y/N chuckled in victory as Sam let out a breathy laugh, “Oh poor baby,” Y/N teased, as she pinched her boyfriend’s cheek, making Dean roll his eyes. “This is the worst stakeout ever, absolutely boring. He’s literally just sitting there.” Dean complained.
“Hey, you said somethin’ was up with the dude.” Y/N pointed out, as she took out her pack of cigarettes and lighter from her jacket, offering Dean one. “Don’t remind me” Dean grumbled as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack and Y/N flicked her lighter, directing the naked flame to the end of the stick. “And he’s been there for hours,” He complained as the steam rolled out between his lips.
Y/N cupped her hand over the flame to light her own cigarette. “Maybe he’s just waiting for someone?” Y/N suggested, taking a huff from her cigarette and letting the smoke trail from her parted lips before turning her body so she can lean her head backwards onto his chest. He inhaled from the cigarette, resting his chin on the top of her head before shrugging his shoulders,
“Maybe, but it’s still weird. Who just sits in an empty parking lot on a Thursday night?” Dean questioned, his hand now stroking her hair. “Serial killers.” Sam piped up from the back, his hand resting over his face as he layed across the backseat. One of his knees propped up, Y/N snorted in amusement as Dean chuckled. “You two and you’re goddamn serial killer obsession, I swear” Dean muttered.
“He’s not wrong” Y/N agreed, taking the cigarette out her mouth and holding it in between her fingers, “There’s probably a dozen dead bodies in the trunk as we speak” She teased and Dean rolled his eyes, “Can you two shut your pieholes, and enjoy the silence without speculating?” Dean scolded, his hand swatting at her boob lightly before tucking it into the top of her shirt for comfort, wiggling his fingers between the creases of her bra.
“Jesus Christ, Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, smacking his hand away as he grinned, “What? I’m just trying to stay warm” He shot back, tucking his hand into her boob again. Thankfully, Sam didn’t see since he was texting Jo because he probably would’ve berated them for being ‘indecent in his presence’.
Y/N let out a breathy scoff, “If you want to stay warm than turn on the heat” She protested, her cheeks tinged slightly pink as he smirked. “Why would I waste Baby’s precious heat when I can just stick my hands up your shirt?” He asked with a cheeky tone and Y/N rolled her eyes, taking another huff of her cigarette before flicking the end out the window. “What a caveman” She grumbled.
Sam paused in his text, grimacing in disgust before rolling his eyes to type, ‘Angel, I love you but can you please hurry your fine ass up and get here before Dean and Y/N lick each other’ to his girlfriend.
“You know you like it” Dean teased and Y/N scoffed, “Yeah, your sweaty hands are so comfy, I love it” She mocked in a deadpan tone and Dean stuck out his bottom lip in a little pout.
Sam’s phone buzzed in his hands, ‘I doubt they’re that bad’ Jo responded, he scoffed typing away once more.
‘Oh God, don’t get me started. I’m literally three minutes away from having to gouge my eyes out and plug my ears with cotton’ He complained.
Meanwhile, Dean chuckled, burying his nose into her hair to inhale that intoxicating coconut shampoo of hers, the tobacco added to it gave him a sense of relief. Eventually, she complied and the two made conversation while Sam complained to Jo in the back.
Suddenly, Y/N noticed Paul Dutton’s car began jerking forward. Almost as if he was struggling. “Dean!” She quickly slapped Dean out of her hair, his head snapping in the direction of Paul's car. Sam rose from his seat in a whip as Dean and Y/N tossed their cigarettes out of the window and Dean started Baby’s ignition. Paul tossed himself out of his car and onto the pavement as Dean hit the gas and drove over towards him.
The brothers and Y/N quickly exited the Impala and jogged over towards Paul, who was hunched over choking on the ground. “Check the car!” Dean urgently instructed Sam, who did so immediately while he and Y/N knelt beside Paul.
His face grew red as he choked on the maggots, “Sammy!!” Y/N shouted as she frantically pounded Paul’s back. “Got it!” Sam yelled back, pulling the hex bag out of the steering column. Dean and Y/N hauled Paul to his feet, leaning him against the car as Sam lit the hex bag aflame, glowing green and blue before tossing it on the ground away from them.
Paul’s eyes widened as his throat opened back up, greedily gasping and inhaling the oxygen into his lungs. His chest heaved as he spat out the maggots from his mouth. Y/N grimaced, averting her gaze and instead watching Paul with a concerned expression. She didn’t like maggots, never has and never will. “You okay?” Dean asked, holding the man up while he panted for air.
“What the hell is happening to me?!” Paul panicked, “Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you.” Y/N stated, matter of factly. “That's impossible! There's no way—” Paul denied as she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Dean was quick to cut him off, “Well, if we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now. Now who wants you dead?” He demanded.
“I-uh…” Paul stuttered, “C’mon, think!” Y/N urged him, “There's a woman—uh—” Paul tried to think, “Okay, a woman? Okay.” Dean also urged him to continue as Paul’s face flushed with embarrassment. “An affair—a mistake, she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago.” He admitted. Y/N blinked rapidly, her eyes going from Paul to Dean as he described his infidelity.
“What’s her name?” Sam asked pressingly, “Wha–What could she have to do with—?” Paul stammered again and Y/N was growing tired. “Enough!” Y/N snapped, holding her hand up in a stop signal and Paul snapped his mouth shut, “Look, Jude Law. We don’t give a shit if you’re screwing the nanny. What we need to do is stop a goddamn witch. Now give us your girlfriend’s name or so god help me—“
“Fine, fine...uh–” Paul quickly relented, “Her name is Amanda Burns” With a huff, Y/N nodded, “Thank you.” He nodded in response before pulling out a pen and paper from his pocket to write down Amanda’s address. They then guided him back over to his car. “You gonna be alright?” Y/N questioned as he leaned against the door.
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you” He assured her, Dean patted his back in farewell and they returned to Baby to head to Amanda’s home.
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Not too long after, Y/N was on her knees picking the lock to Amanda’s house while Sam and Dean stood guard behind her. With a slight click, the tumblers of the lock finally gave away and she smirked in satisfaction. She pushed the door open and the three snuck inside slowly, making sure to keep their guns drawn in front of them.
Sam closed the door behind him as Dean and Y/N walked forward towards the living room. They entered the room, only to find Amanda lifeless on a glass coffee table covered in blood which was still pouring out of her wrists. Dean flicked the light on as the flames burnt in her candles, so it seemed as though she just died. “That's a curveball.” Dean commented as Sam and Y/N nodded their heads with furrowed brows.
“Yeah.” Sam muttered with a slight frown as Y/N muttered, “You’re telling me, man” They all slowly approached Amanda’s corpse as Dean gently used the barrel of his gun to lift her right arm before doing the same to her other arm. “Three per wrist, vertical. She wasn’t foolin' around.” Dean pointed out as Y/N’s eyes landed on the rotting rotisserie chicken on the floor, maggots coating its carcass.
“Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here.” Sam confirmed as he put his gun in the back of his jeans and bent down to look at the scattered remnant of what seemed like an altar holding his nose to the smell of the burnt rotten food. “No shit, Sherlock” Y/N huffed, doing the same. Sam shot his sister his classic bitchface as a shiver ran down her spine as a fly buzz echoed in her ear, the sound reverberating in her ears.
“God, I hate those things.” She huffed, swatting it away from her face before standing back up. Dean nodded in agreement as well, “The smell isn’t much better up here.” He mumbled as the smell of decaying hit his nostrils. Y/N glanced around the room, noticing some odd items that weren’t quite right. Dean spun around, then jumped back, startled since he nearly walked into a rabbit, hanging from the ceiling, dead. “Oh god!”
Y/N cupped a hand over her mouth, her eyes darting over to Sam. The duo shared an amused gaze, Sam pushing himself to his feet as Dean ran a hand over his face to mask his fear. “Fuckin’ witches! Seriously man, come on!” He exclaimed, turning back to the duo. Their faces quickly dropped, trying to mask their amusement. “Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from.” Sam reverted back to the subject in hand.
“Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again.” Y/N scoffed, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she shoved both her hands in her back pockets. “Yeah.” Sam sighed, “And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?!” Dean grumbled, turning back to the rabbit. He frowned, glancing down at the bowl of its blood, which was leaking from its mouth. “Poor little guy”
“You know what I don't get, guys? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?” Sam pointed out, “Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick.” Dean suggested with a shrug. Sam and Y/N didn’t look too convinced however, “Maybe” Sam sighed as Y/N crouched back down, shielding her nose to get a better look at the occult pages on the floor beneath the table Amanda’s corpse laid.
“I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?” Dean commented as he pocketed his gun into his inner jacket, “No, but then…” Y/N began as she reached around and pulled out another hex bag that was tucked under the table in a crease. “There’s this,” She stated as she stood up, handing it to Sam. He looked stunned before he tossed it to Dean, who caught it with ease.
“Another hexbag? Come on” Dean grumbled in distaste as he untied it and peeled it open to find similar contents of the bag they found in Janet’s bathroom. He grimaced in disgust before pelting it on the table. “Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?” He said as he reached for his phone in his pocket, flipping it open. “I guess.” Sam and Y/N sighed in unison while Dean dialed 9-1-1 and held his phone to his ear.
“I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle.” He told the operator, pacing over to his girlfriend, “My name? Yeah, sure my name is—” He snapped his phone shut comedically with a bored expression as Y/N snickered slightly in amusement before reverting back to a serious expression. “Why are witches ganking each other?” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands.” Sam responded, “Well that’s just great ain’t it” Dean muttered sarcastically as he and Y/N ran their hands over their faces in frustration.
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Dean laid back against the headrest behind him tiredly as he sipped a glass of whiskey, glancing over at his girlfriend who sat at the small table with his laptop in front of her. “Sweetheart, we already got the names of Amanda’s friends. We’ll check ‘em out in the morning.” Dean’s voice snapped her out of her deep train of thought. “Come to bed” He urged her, patting the empty space on the bed beside them.
Y/N looked over at him for a moment before sighing and shutting the laptop. She got up from the chair with her laptop in hand and placed it on the nightstand before getting off the chair. She crawled over the bed, snuggling closer into his warm shirtless body. “Maybe I’m paranoid” She mumbled, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
Dean’s glass paused halfway to his mouth, “You’re always paranoid,” He commented with a snort, downing the rest of the brown liquid before stretching to place the empty glass next to her laptop on the nightstand. She rolled her eyes, smacking his arm playfully while he chuckled. “Shut up” She grumbled before placing her chin on his chest to peer up at him.
“I just got a bad feeling, that’s all” She sighed as her fingers trailed along the little pudge on Dean’s stomach. “If you say I ‘always get feelings’ so god help me, I’m making you sleep on the ground” She threatened with narrowed eyes but they held no heat behind them. He laughed softly, his fingers trailing through her damp hair, “No you won’t, cause you��ll miss this” He teased, giving her a cheeky grin.
His hand trailed down her body, which held his flannel over it. “Or this” He added, giving her a squeeze ass, erupting a small squeal from her lips. “Or this” He concluded, planting a kiss on her forehead. She fought the growing smirk on her face, “Yeah yeah, I’d never survive without you” She teased before playfully shoving at his chest.
He gasped dramatically, “Hey, I’m being sweet right now” He muttered, squeezing her frame in his arms. She snickered softly, “Oh, so that squeeze to my ass was you being sweet hm?” She inquired with a raised brow. He shrugged, “It was a gesture of courtesy” He responded simply.
“Such a gentleman” She mumbled sarcastically, shifting her head back down onto his chest. He let out a satisfied sigh, “Damn straight” He proclaimed proudly before placing another kiss on top of her head.
“Don’t ever let that ego get too big, Winchester”
“Too late, L/N”
“You’re ridiculous,” She scoffed, lifting her head, “But you love me.” Dean replied as a matter of factly and Y/N nodded in agreement. “Unfortunately, I do.” She responded with another scoff and he laughed once more, “Oh shut up, you know you’d be lost without me.”
Y/N’s face fell, her heart thundered in her chest when she was unconsciously reminded of his deal. “Yeah…yeah I would be” She admitted, her tone a bit croaky, her big (e/c) eyes now filled with sorrow. A sad feeling bubbled up in his chest as he saw her eyes go sad, his hand trailing up and down her back in a soothing manner. “Hey, hey...” Dean cooed gently.
“Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that” He apologized, now realizing why she got all glum. She shook her head, “No, no it’s okay” She reassured him, trying to mask her feelings, not wanting him to feel guilty. She placed a kiss on the bare patch of skin on his chest.
Y/N trailed her lips up and chest slowly, peppering kisses from the base of his anti possession sigil tattoo. All the way to that sweet spot behind his ear, in an aid to diffuse and turn the situation. She refused to give up hope, no matter how hopeless it may be. She wasn’t gonna give up on her man just like that, not ever.
He tilted his head to the side, allowing her more access to his neck as he hummed in appreciation. The feeling of her lips on his skin was like heaven, a sweet drug that he craved endlessly. It was the only true heaven he knew and probably the only one he will ever know.
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Author’s Note: HI so remember those warnings? Yeah they weren’t for Dean and Y/N💀 sooooo ENJOY! If you don’t wanna read the Sam x Jo smut, you could always skip it🫶
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Meanwhile, in Sam’s motel room. “Yeah, we’re thinkin’ it's a coven. Gonna check out the dead witch’s friends in the morning” He said to Jo into his phone, leaning back on the wooden bed frame. One arm lazily resided as the back of his head, propping it up while the other held the phone against his ear.
“A witch coven, huh? Well that’s not good” Jo’s voice echoed into the phone, sounding rather concerned. He sighed before rubbing his free hand over his face. “Yeah, it’s a blast” Sam joked, running a hand over his light stubble. “Just be careful, okay?” She warned him, her voice suddenly going soft.
He scoffed playfully, “Angel, I can look after myself” He reassured her, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He could hear her scoff on the other line, “Yeah, I know. I’m just worried is all,” She confessed with a sigh. A sympathetic frowned formed on his face, her worrying for him always made his heart twist. “Hey, I’ll be fine” He promised her softly, “I’m with Dean and Y/N, I can’t possibly get hurt.”
Sam’s reassurance didn’t ease her nerves entirely, but she still smiled faintly. The thought of him being hurt still lingered in the back of her mind as an annoying itch. “Don't pull your puppy dog eyes on me, Winchester. I can just picture it right now” She muttered into the phone and Sam chuckled, his nose crinkling at her words.
“Oh, is that a threat?” He asked with a smirk, shifting his position on the bed. “Maybe it is” Jo shot back before a playful smile took hold of her lips. “Yeah? What are you gonna do to me, Ms. Harvelle?” He questioned slyly, pulling himself down onto the bed to lean back against his pillows. Jo’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound of his flirtation, her free hand playing with the hem of her shirt.
“You wanna know the answer to that, Mr. Winchester?” She inquired, her tone becoming more sultry. His breath got caught in his throat, his body growing hot as he felt his cock shift in his pants. “Yeah, I’d love to know” He responded, his voice low and raspy.
Jo’s breath quickened, her eyes closing for a moment as she imagined what he looked at currently. He was probably sprawled out on his back, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of skin and his hand shoved into his jeans. “First, I’d run my hands through your hair…” She began breathlessly, biting her lip, her thighs clenching together.
“Yeah?” He inquired, his brain now filling with dirty visions that involved her and him. “Then what?” He prompted curiously, his hand now placed on his stomach, itching to move it lower. “I’d kiss you slowly, starting with your neck” She replied huskily, “and trace my way up to your lips.” Her fingers began playing with one of the buttons of her shirt mindlessly as she spoke.
Sam let out a quiet groan as his eyes fluttered closed, imagining those sweet lips of hers on him. “I like the sound of that” He murmured, his fingers now tracing slow circles on his hip bones. “I know you do” She responded cockily, licking her lips as she toyed with the buttons of the flannel she stole from him. “And then what?” He inquired once again.
”Then I’d unbutton your shirt, one by one” Sam’s hand drifted lower, now toying with the button on his jeans. “And start trailing kisses down your chest” Finally, Sam freed himself. His cock springing free from the confides of his jeans and boxers. He was quick to wrap a firm hand around his cock. “Shit” He whimpered through gritted teeth, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“What’s the matter, you getting all hot and bothered, Sammy?” Jo giggled as she stuffed her hand up her shirt, toying and tweaking with a perky nipple of her. “Yeah, I am. Can you fuckin’ blame me?” Sam responded in a slightly whiny tone. The sound of Sam’s whines made her let out an unintentional moan. She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle it, not wanting him to know she was touching herself.
The small sound didn't go unnoticed, leaving Sam's eyes going wide. “Did you just...moan?” He inquired curiously, his voice filled with disbelief. A smirk found its way on his lips as he realized she was doing exactly what he was. “I— wha—” Jo stammered.
“What’s the matter, you getting all hot and bothered, angel?” He cut her off, his voice deep and gravelly while he thrusted into his hand, throwing her words back into her face. “S-shut up, Winchester” She protested, her cheeks tinged red in embarrassment, “I’m not, I’m—” He cuts her off once more, his hand quickening its pace.
“Yeah you are.” He grunted, “I swear to god I can hear it from here.” He teased, his hand moving slower as he chuckled breathlessly. “C’mon, it’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. It’s just me and you here..” He urged her, biting his lower lip. Jo didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, her jeans were off and the tips of her fingers were coated with her very own slick as she rubbed furiously at her clit to the sounds of Sam’s desperate whimpers and dirty words.
“I swear” He groaned, his breaths becoming ragged as he quickened the pace of his hand. “I can hear how wet you are right now….” He whispered, his voice strained from the immense need for release. “S-Sam. Please…” Jo pleaded, her eyes screwed shut, her hair sprawled out across her pillow as her lips formed an “O” shape. Trying to hold back her impending orgasm, only willing to allow herself to cum at his command.
“Oh, listen to you...” He breathed, “such a desperate little thing.” He teased, his hand matching her pace, “bet you wished you were stuffed with this big fat—” he paused, his brain clouding for a second as he let out an involuntary moan as his hand sped up “—cock”
Sam’s words instantly made Jo’s walls clench around her own fingers. “Oh god, Sam” She whimpered, “I do...I do...” She confessed desperately, her heart hammering wildly in her chest, almost like it was going to burst. “Please, god, I need you.” She pleaded, her own words coming out breathy and desperate. “I bet you wish I was there, right? Wish I was pounding into that pretty little pussy”
Sam’s thumb swiped across the tip of his cock, collecting the precum leaking down to add to the extra stimulation. He brought his hand up to his mouth to collect a glob of spit before bringing it down back to his rosy tip. He groaned at the feeling, stroking his dick up and down at a quick pace and imagining it was her hand instead.
“God, I wish I was there too. I’d shove those pretty little thighs of yours open wide and lick you up, nice and slow” He let out another, “Just the way you like it.” He said huskily, letting his tongue glide across his lower lip. “Fuuuuuck” The words made Jo’s head swim, her teeth gritting in response. There was something about dirty talk that she loved so much. It made her squirm and shiver in the most pleasant ways possible.
Her imagination went wild with the thought of him on top of her, his head in between her thighs, his long tongue running over her folds. “I’m close, I’m close” She warned him, feeling fluids fully soak her fingers. Her grip on her phone tightening near her ear. “Hold off.” He growled into the phone, his voice leaving no room for questions.
“You can’t cum til I say so.” His tone was firm, leaving her whimpering at the sound of it alone. “Yes, sir” She gasped out, knowing better than to argue, especially when she was at his mercy. His grip on the base of his cock tightened as her desperate words echoed through his ears, his own climax quickly approaching, unable to hold back any longer.
“That's my good girl" he cooed, feeling his release nearing. "Now tell me what you’re doing” He ordered. “I’m lying down on my bed, my legs are spread wide open.” She replied, her breath coming out in pants. “I’m on my back.” He groaned into the receiver, the mental image of her on her back making his cock twitch. “Yeah? You all spread out for me?”
“Mhm” She nodded frantically, “I’m so soaked for you, wishing it was you playing with me instead” she whined. “Me too baby, you have no idea how much I wish I could be there with you.” He panted, his hand moving at a steady rhythm. “Keep going.” He instructed with a hint of firmness.
“I feel so empty without you in me. I wish you were here, god you would be so deep inside of me right now. I’m t-trying so hard to hold back.” She whimpered out, her head thrown back “Please, please let me cum” Jo pleaded, the desperation clear. “You know the rules. You’re not gonna cum til I say so.” He growled out, a smirk forming on his lips when she whined out in frustration. “Who’s gonna make you cum?”
“You, only you” She gasped out, her body squirming in need. Sam chuckled deeply, a cocky smile on his face. "That’s it, there it is…." Then, he felt that familiar tightness in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck, Jo!” His pace quickened, pumping at his cock furiously, chasing his own release.
She could hear his heavy panting and the sound of skin slapping skin on the other end, making her whimper even more. “I need you, Sam…please” She pleaded, the need for release almost overwhelming her. “Cum.” That singular word from Sam made Jo snap, the dam bursting in an instant as her pussy clenched around nothing.
She mewled and screamed his name relentlessly, damn near soaking her sheets with how worked up he had her. The sound of her release made Sam follow suit, his climax hitting him like a tidal wave as she continued to plead for him. Jets of his release practically spit out of his tip and dripped onto his hand and shirt as his hand slowed, trying to prolong the sensation as best he could.
The beads of his semen leaking down. "Damnit..." he cursed, his breaths ragged from the intensity of his orgasm. “God…I swear, you’ve got too much power” Jo muttered over the phone to him, her breaths shaky as she tried to regain normal respiration. Sam chuckled weakly in response, patting around his bed for the towel he had discarded from his shower earlier.
Once he found it, he picked it up then slowly sat up in his bed, his shirt clinging to his glistening chest. “Yeah, you love it though.” He teased, starting to wipe himself clean. “Are you okay, angel? I wasn’t too mean, was I?” He asked sincerely, a stark contrast to how he was just a minute ago.
“Oh hush, you know I like it when you’re rough and commanding” She reassured him, sitting up and taking one of her pillows and hugging it to her chest. He hummed in response, tossing the towel on the nightstand before laying back down on his pillows. “Don’t I know it”
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The next morning, Elizabeth, one of Amanda’s friends, was turning the soil of her front garden with a small trowel. Sam, Dean and Y/N walk up her driveway to question her, all decked out in their FBI suits. “You must have a green thumb.” Sam commented. Elizabeth’s head snapped up towards them from her spot where she stooped, “Excuse me?”
“Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this, quite impressive.” Y/N added as she pointed to the familiar herbs she worked with when it came to concocting her healing balms and other ‘psychic’ treatments. Usually she worked with them dried and grounded but they were easy to recognize in their natural form. Elizabeth looked at her stunned, her eyes glancing back down to her garden.
“I'm sorry, I have introduced myself first.” The psychic apologized before reaching into her jacket simultaneously with the boys to retrieve their badges, “I'm uh, Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner and Thornton” Sam introduced himself, then Dean and Y/N, offering the alarmed brunette woman a kind smile as she pushed herself up from the ground. Dusting off her gardening gloves.
“Hi-ya” Dean greeted with a sweet smile as he and Y/N stuffed their badges back into their inner jacket pockets. “We're following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood and talking to neighbors and stuff like that.” Y/N explained, “But didn't she— I mean she killed herself right?” Elizabeth stammered with panicked filled eyes. “Maybe, maybe.” Sam nodded.
“We heard you were friends with the deceased, is that right?” Dean asked professionally, “Yeah, I guess so.” Elizabeth breathed out, nodding shakily. “Did you have any idea about her practices?” Y/N asked with a raised brow as she stuffed her hands into her dress pants pockets. “I'm sorry, what kind of practices?” Elizabeth blinked rapidly, “Well see, her house was littered with Satanic paraphernalia.” Sam informed her, taking note of her shaky behavior.
“A regular Black Sabbath.” Dean commented but Elizabeth shook her head, “No, the— but she was an Episcopalian.” She stammered again, “Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong Bible.” Dean snorted, earning side eyes from Sam and Y/N, along with a smack to the arm by his girlfriend. Dean clutched his arm and gritted his teeth at her, grumbling under his breath while two women approached them.
“Elizabeth, you all right?” Renee, a blonde woman with mid-back length hair and bangs called out to her friend with a brown skinned woman next to her, rocking a Bob and bangs. The second Y/N laid eyes on her, she got that familiar feeling in the back of her neck. The burning rose rapidly as the two women approached them. That could’ve only meant one thing. Demon.
She hissed lightly as she cupped the back of her neck, earning a concerned look from her boyfriend. She nodded lightly, indicating she was fine. Dean's narrow eyes flickered from her and back to the women as Elizabeth responded with, “I'm fine uh Renee, these are detectives. They say Amanda was— she was practicing—” She didn’t get to finish since Renee cut her off, placing a hand on her shoulder as she and her other friend, Tammi, stood beside her.
“I'm sorry detectives; you can tell that Elizabeth is a little bit upset.” Renee interrupted in a snooty tone. “Of course, Miss ... ?” Dean said, “Missus. Renee. Van Allen.” The snooty blonde woman said slowly and emphatically, like it's significant and she's important. “Would you like me to spell it for you?” She sassed. Dean chuckled dryly, glancing over to Y/N, who already had her eyes narrowed at the woman, “No, I'll get by, thanks.” Y/N replied in an equally sassy tone.
While Sam and Dean held a smirk to themselves to hide their amusement. Renee scowled at her before returning to a faux remorseful gaze, “This Amanda business has been hard for Liz. For all of us.” She sighed, “Yeah. I mean, you think you know a person.” Tammi sighed. Y/N’s eyes snapped over to her, squinting lightly in suspicion. “Well, I guess we all have secrets don't we?” Dean replied with an equally suspicious gaze.
The women nodded with smirks, minus Elizabeth, who looked shaken. “Well, thanks, um, we'll be in touch.” Sam greeted politely as they began walking away, “Have a nice day.” Dean waved, guiding Y/N away by gripping her wrist. “Bye” Tammi said eerily, the psychic glancing over her shoulder at her. “Missus. Renee. Van. Allen” Y/N mocked the woman’s tone once they were out of earshot.
“I swear to god those chicks are like some ‘Real Housewives’ rejects, dude.” Dean complained as the three got back into the Impala. “They were pretty bitchy, that's for sure.” Y/N agreed, buckling her seatbelt while Sam looked at them with amusement, stretching his arms back out.
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Later that night, Dean was driving down a country road through fog while Sam sat in the passenger's seat looking over the friend group’s recent activities and Y/N lounged in the back smoking a cigarette, all discussing the case. “Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick. Did you see that victory garden of hers? Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake, not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult.” Dean scoffed.
“Hey, you work with those herbs, right?” He asked Y/N, looking over his shoulder. Y/N nodded as she exhaled a drag of her cigarette. “Yep, not in the way she does though. I use them in my balms, ointments, tonics and all that good stuff.” She responded, taking another puff from her cigarette. Dean nodded “And those herbs she had aren't exactly the friendly sort, are they?” He inquired with a quirked brow.
“Not at all” She shook her head in confirmation with a little snort. “Well, she's definitely had a good run lately, gone up a few tax brackets, won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with.” Sam piped up from the passenger seat, scrolling through a news article in his lap, shining a flashlight over it. “Yeah.” Dean muttered with a nod.
“I don't think she's alone either. Looks like 'MRS. Renee Van Allen' has won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months.” Sam added, also mocking the blonde’s snooty words as he explained, “Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh? Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there, minus one member.” Dean agreed.
“Amanda was clearly going off the reservation. What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?” Sam asked, “Seems like an appearance kind of crowd, don't you think?” Y/N commented with a roll of her eyes as she flicked her cigarette out the window. “Yeah.” Sam agreed with a sign, “If they killed the nut-job, should we uh, thank them or what?” Dean asked as he tilted his head, “They're working black magic too, Dean. They need to be stopped.” Sam said firmly as Y/N nodded in agreement.
Dean blinked at them surprised, “Not to mention, one of ‘em is a demon. I sensed the bitch the second she appeared, didn’t even bother to conceal herself” Y/N pointed out. Sam and Dean both turned around to look at her curiously. “When were you gonna say something?” Dean inquired, looking slightly offended.
Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, “Slipped my mind.” She responded, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. Dean rolled his eyes before looking back at the road, “Whatever. When you say ‘stopped', you mean like stopped?” He asked them wearily, his eyes flickering over to them for a split second, only to see them giving him looks in Winchesterian that said, ‘Duh Becky’
Dean was a tad bit surprised at their brutality, “They’re human, guys” He defended, “They’re murderers” Sam and Y/N shot back in unison with deadpan looks. Dean blinked but agreed nonetheless as he shrugged, “Burn, witch, burn” as he continued to drive. “So, about that demon. You think they’re getting their power from them?” Dean asked but Y/N didn’t get to respond.
The Impala suddenly started to stutter and choke up, the engine rattling, “What the fuck—” Dean muttered in shock, looking around frantically as Sam and Y/N’s brows furrowed. Baby’s headlights flicker on and then back on again on the outside as she slowly came to a stop in front of a familiar figure standing in the middle of the road with her arms crossed.
Sam and Y/N recognized the woman to be Ruby, sharing a panicked look. The two immediately hopped out of the car first with Dean following to suit, “Ruby.” Sam gasped, “Demon bitch” Y/N gritted her teeth at her as Dean narrowed his gaze at the blonde, instinctively shielding Y/N with his left arm. Ruby didn’t bother to quip back at Y/N, looking more panicked than anything else. “Sam, listen to me, there’s no time—”
“For what, what're you talking about?” Sam asked concerned, “You have to get out of town” Ruby stated urgently. “Hiya, Ruby.” Dean glared at her before fishing the Colt out from his pocket and aiming it at her, “Long time no see,” He growled, cocking the gun, “Dean!” Sam chastised him, but Dean ignored him, “I was hoping you’d show up again”
Ruby however, seemed unphased. “Point that thing somewhere else” She warned, “Hahahaha! Right.” Y/N laughed sarcastically as stood beside her man. Ruby rolled her eyes before turning to Sam, “Sam, please. Go. Get in the car and don't look back.” She pleaded warningly. “Hey blondie, we can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks.” Dean scoffed cockily.
“I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores. I'm talking about who they serve.” Ruby snapped at him, “Yeah, demons. They’re getting their power from demons. We’re up to date, thanks” Y/N shot back sassily, placing her hands on her hips. “Yeah. And there's one here, now.” Ruby glared at her. “Oh, what, you mean besides you?” Dean smirked as Sam looked nervous
Ruby didn’t bother to respond, “Sam, it knows you're in town and it's gonna come after you and it's way more than you can handle.” She warned him, Y/N’s face dropped at this. “Oh come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this shit!” Dean groaned. “Put a leash on your boyfriend, Y/N, if you wanna keep him.” Ruby snapped at the psychic, making her eyebrows touch the sky as Sam gulped.
“You’re not gonna do shit, bitch!” Y/N warned, her nostrils flaring as her anger got the best of her. “Dean, look, just chill out.” Sam pleaded, “No! No! She's messing with your head, God knows why, that's who they are!” Dean exclaimed, the Colt still aimed at Ruby. “Sweetie, seriously, relax” Y/N chimed in, placing her arm on her boyfriend’s bicep.
Dean quickly snapped around to her with a shocked expression, “You’re seriously siding with her on this?” He inquired, almost offended. “No, asshat, I’m just not stupid. She’s a fuckin’ demon that can kill us with a snap of her fingers. I’m not taking that chance!” Y/N retorted, narrowing her eyes at him as Sam sighed.
“I’m telling the truth!” Ruby insisted. “And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch!” Dean quipped back harshly, whipping his head back around to Ruby. “I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!” Ruby huffed sarcastically, stepping forward, her arms crossed over her chest, “Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's my brother and she’s my girl, you black-eyed skank!” Dean retorted, standing his ground.
“Oh, right, right! You care about them so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving ‘em all alone?” That struck a nerve in Dean, his grip tightening on the Colt as Sam and Y/N gulped simultaneously. Their hearts thumping out of their chests. “Shut up…” Dean growled, shaking his head. “At least let me try and save them, since you won't be here to do it any more.”
That was it right there, “I said SHUT UP!” He fired a shot, only for Sam to push his hand upwards and away from Ruby screaming, “Dean, NO!” The brothers landed on the ground in front of Y/N’s feet, wrestling for the gun. “Knock it off! Both of you! Now damn it!” Y/N hollered as she crouched to rip them off of each other.
They both ignored her, however, too busy tussling to even heed her warning until she grew frustrated, using her power to forcefully rip Dean off of Sam. “I said, ENOUGH!!” She bellowed. Her body trembled as she pushed Dean back and Sam scuffled to his feet, letting out deep breaths to calm herself down.
Sam’s eyes darted behind her to see Ruby now gone from where she was standing, a solemn look on his face as Dean scoffed, looking at his little brother with disappointment. It was until their eyes focused on Y/N, both widening when they saw her nose beginning to bleed, her face scrunched in anger.
“Baby, you’re…” Dean trailed off as he took a small step forward, his eyes fixed on her face that was now stained with thick blood. “I’m what? Huh?” Y/N spat out, her face softening as soon as she realized what was wrong after tasting the warm metallic liquid that was dripping into her mouth from her top lip, now coating her teeth.
“Oh…” she mumbled, wiping some of the blood from her nose before it could get on her grey shirt. Sam and Dean both looked at each alarmed, watching in pure alarm as she wiped away the blood. She felt weak, her head began to throb from the sudden surge of power she had used to forcefully yank Dean off of Sam.
“C’mon, let’s get you bac—” Dean instructed immediately, approaching her with wide eyes to guide her back to the car before she could even let out a complaint. She protested anyway, “I’m fine, I swear—” She was cut off by Dean, who ignored her pleas and gently grabbed her shoulders, his grip a little too strong.
“No, you’re not. Shut up, let’s go.” He said firmly as he pulled her to their car, leaving Sam to stare around for Ruby in vain.
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The trio walked into their shared motel room, Dean’s arm hooked around Y/N’s shoulder as he guided her in and switched on the light. She had old diner napkins stuffed up her nose from Dean’s glove compartment as a makeshift bandage. She still felt weak, gaining her strength back slowly but surely, “What the fuck were you thinking?” Dean chastised his little brother as he walked Y/N over to a bed.
He pushed her into the bed while Sam closed the door. “What?! What the hell was I thinking?” He exclaimed, offended, his voice going up an octave. “She's a demon, Sam. Period. All right? They want us dead, we want them dead.” Dean yelled as he turned to check the mini ice box they had stolen earlier, grabbing out a few ice cubes and placing them into a towel from his duffle.
“Oh, that's funny, I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead.” Sam retorted, his concerned eyes flickering over to Y/N and back to Dean. “That was different! She wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook” Dean protested, walking back over to the bed where Y/N sat perched on the edge.
He knelt down in front of her, placing the towel of ice on the bridge of her nose as she sighed softly at the feeling. “Seriously, charming. I’m fi-“ Y/N tried to assure him once more but he cut her off. “Would you shut up? You’re not fine.” He chided, ignoring her eye roll as he focused on the task at hand. “No one's stringing me along!” Sam defended as Dean looked at him as though he was an idiot.
“Oh for Christ’s sake—“ Y/N groaned, handing Dean the towel with ice before standing up in front of him. “Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous. I don’t trust the bitch one second, but like it or not, she's useful.” Y/N backed Sam up, “You’re fuckin’ crazy!” Dean exclaimed in disbelief, his voice going up an octave as he looked at Y/N like she had lost her mind.
“No! We kill her before she kills us.” He snapped, his jaw clenching in frustration at the thought of even listening to Ruby as he pointed towards the door and then towards himself. “Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?” Sam mocked, narrowing his defiant eyes at his brother. “Whatever works.” Dean shot back with a shrug. Sam and Y/N sighed.
“Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives.” Sam explained as though it was obvious. Dean rolled his eyes, turning away from them, going over to the sink and turning on the water. “Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and — and moves ahead.” Sam tried to reason with his brother as he cupped his hand to collect some water, splashing it on his face.
Dean blinked rapidly as he groaned lightly, a pain striking in his stomach as he got a bit light headed. “It's not so simple, we're not – we're not just hunting anymore. We're at fuckin’ war.” Y/N added as Dean turned off the water and looked at them in the mirror above the sink, grabbing a towel to dry off his face and turned back around to them. “Are you two feeling okay?”
The duo simultaneously side-eyed him, “Why are you always asking us that?” Sam groaned as he sat on the edge of his bed. Y/N stood a few feet away from him, her hands perched on her hips. “Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters.” He pointed to Sam. “And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people.” He pointed between them two. “You know, it used to eat you up inside.”
“Yeah, and what has that gotten us?” Y/N shot back, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay?” Dean retorted, “We're supposed to drive in the fuckin’ car and fuckin’ argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that shit.” He pointed to Sam while rubbing his stomach uncomfortably.
“And then you get all soft and try to play peacemaker, you yell at us for being knuckleheads, call us morons and then we figure it out cuz you’re right all the fuckin’ time” He groaned as he pointed to Y/N, still rubbing his stomach from the sticking pain. Sam couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at this, “Wait, so – so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?” Sam chuckled.
Dean looked between his brother and girlfriend before exhaling, “No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam—“ He stammered before moving over to the bed and settling on the edge. Y/N followed to suit, noticing he seemed to be in a bit of unexplained pain. “I'm worried because you guys are not acting like yourselves” He huffed as Y/N gently rubbed his back.
“Yeah, you're right, we’re not. We don't have a choice.” Y/N said gently as Sam nodded in agreement, “What is that supposed to mean?” Dean grunted, glancing over at her as he clutched his stomach. She swallowed thickly, clearing her throat as Sam looked down at his hands to stop tears from brimming in his eyes, unable to speak.
Y/N signed heavily before beginning, “Look, charming, you're leaving— right? And we gotta stay here in this shithole of a world. Alone. By ourselves. How the fuck are we gonna do that?” She shook her head, her voice small as she spoke. Dean felt an override of guilt rise in his chest, “The way I see it, if we’re gonna make it, if we’re gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change.” Sam added, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Into what?” Dean asked, his brows furrowing. “Into you. I gotta be more like you.” Sam stated firmly. Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he blinked rapidly as he tried to focus on what Sam was getting at but the pain in his stomach just worsened. His face tightened as he winced, hunching forward.
Y/N took notice of his mannerisms quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder again, “Are you all right?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing, “I-I’m fine” He huffed out, not wanting to seem weak in front of his brother. “You don’t look fine,” Sam pointed out, his voice laced with concern.
Y/N placed her hand on his forehead, “You’re sweating up a storm,” She mumbled. “I’m telling you, I’m fine.” Dean grunted, swatting her hand away from his forehead with an annoyed expression. “What’s going on with you???” Sam’s worry skyrocketed as Dean rocked back and forth, “I don’t know” Dean admitted with a wince. He gasped, hunching forward again sharply.
“Oh— guys something's wrong— bunch of knives inside of me—“ He grunted, gritting his teeth. “Dean?” Sam muttered, rushing over to kneel in front of his brother as Y/N tried to stop him from falling off the bed by his side, “Son of a bitch!” He groaned, shaking ferociously. “Babe, hey.” Y/N cooed lightly as placed her hands at the sides of his jaw and he looked around rapidly.
Dean just shook his head in response, unable to find his words as the pain kept surging at different places in his abdomen. “The coven man, it's gotta be the coven.” Dean groaned out, realization dawned on him. Sam and Y/N shared a panicked look as he darted up from his spot in front of Dean and Y/N stayed with him, the hunter writhing in pain.
“Okay, okay, don’t worry. Stay with him” Sam assured him, instructing Y/N firmly as he frantically started to search the room for a hex bag. She nodded kept a firm grip on him, letting him lean his head on her shoulder while she rubbed his back comfortingly. He grunted again as the pain worsened, “What the hell are you doing?” He grunted.
Sam pulled out a drawer and dumped out its contents, quickly throwing them to the side, “Uh, checking for hex bags” He spoke quickly, rifling through the motel desk drawers hurriedly. He began opening the cupboards below the sink looking for the hex bag as Dean yelled in pain, laying back back on the bed, his face still twisted in pain.
“Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, feeling helpless as she lunged forward to help him back up. “Sammy, hurry the FUCK UP!!” Y/N shouted over her shoulder, “I’m FUCKIN’ TRYING!” Sam yelled back as he pulled things out of the cupboard, throwing them aside. Dean leant forward again falling to his knees in front of the foot of the bed, spitting out blood, choking and sputtering.
“NO!!” Y/N grabbed him, now cradling him on the floor, the hunter spewing blood all over her top in a fetal position. Sam was still looking for the hex bag, in another cupboard pulling out pillows only to find nothing, he moved to the bed while Dean was still choking on blood and spitting it out of his mouth and onto a frantic Y/N.
Sam pulled off the covers to the bed, tearing back the sheets and sliced the mattress open with his knife and still couldn’t find the hex bag. “Guys, I can’t find it!” Sam panicked, his eyes landing on his brother growing weaker and weaker in Y/N’s arms. Their eyes connected, the psychic was close to breaking down as she cradled her love, shaking her head at Sam. “I don’t know what to do..” She cried.
“No.” Sam’s gaze hardened, marching over to his bag and rummaging through it. He retrieved the Colt and opened it to make sure there were bullets in it. “Sam, what are you doing?” Dean grunted out but Sam didn’t answer, his face filled with determination as he pushed himself to the door. “Sam?!” Y/N called out to him, “Stay here!!” He shouted back firmly before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
"Son of a--!" Dean groaned, pushing himself off of Y/N's lap, using the foot of the bed to steady himself, as he stumbled into a standing position, "We've gotta go after him—" Only to fall flat on his ass again and into Y/N’s lap once more. “Stay down, you idiot!” She chided, her hands firmly on his shoulders, trying to hold him down as he huffed in frustration, “I’m fine!” he protested, even though he was in a lot of pain and covered in blood.
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The Impala sped down a dark country road with Sam at the wheel, a look of determination on his face as he gripped the steering wheel in one hand and the Colt in his other.
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Elizabeth, Renee and Tammi were around a coffee table in the Van Allen residence with the altar set up, chanting. “Kihér tolic echranmuk, madan fiéré, marc oh don duer kianave—” They were interrupted when Sam kicked in the door, the wood from the frame scattering around the entrance as the women scream out of fear getting up from the altar raising their hands in surrender.
A pissed off Sam Winchester entered the room with the Colt drawn at the women, “Oh my God!” Renee squealed, “Let him go.” Sam demanded gruffly. “Let who go? What are you doing? You're insane, get out!” Renee screamed confused as they all panicked. Sam was beyond pissed and fed up at this point, “Look, if you know about me, then you know about this gun.” He waved the Colt between them.
“You're killing my brother. Now let him go. Get away from the altar.” He instructed. “What?” Renee scoffed, “NOW!!” He bellowed, “Okay…okay...” They all moved away from the altar with their hands still up as Sam kept the Colt trained on them.
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Back in their motel room, Y/N was still cradling a Dean in her arms, tears streaming down her face, watching helplessly as her love coughed and sputtered blood all over her. She couldn’t give a rat's ass about her shirt at this point. All of her focus was on him, and the fact that there was nothing she could do to help him. No matter how badly she wanted to heal him, she couldn't, she was completely and utterly useless to him and the realization made her feel even worse.
"It’s okay, baby," she whispered softly, her lower lip trembling as she gently pushed his sweaty hair back from his face. “You’re gonna be okay…you’re gonna be okay…” She whispered more for herself than for him, rocking him back and forth as she gently patted his back.
He groaned softly, his breaths uneven as he lifted a shaky hand bloody to cradle her cheek. His tear filled eyes pierced hers, a pained but still comforting smile gracing his face. "I'm okay, princess... I'm okay." He reassured her weakly. But they both knew he was lying, it only made her cry harder.
She cradled his head to her chest, her grip on him tightening as she closed her eyes tight, trying to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks which were now smeared with his blood. "You have to be okay, okay?" She whispered to him, a desperate tone in her voice as she continued to rock him gently. "I've got you…I’ve got you..." She comforted, gently running her fingers through his hair, her voice shaky as she kissed the top of his head lovingly.
His breathing started to slow, making her believe he was doing better. “There he is, there’s my guy..” Her words died in her throat when she saw his eyes flutter shut. “DEAN!” She cried out, her heart shattering in her chest. Her grief was cut short when she heard footsteps approaching the door, only for it to be kicked in harshly. The culprit was revealed to be Ruby. Dean’s eyes shot open as the sound of Y/N shouting his name and the door being kicked in.
“You wanna kill me? Get in line bitch.” He spat at Ruby. Ruby rolled her eyes and marched over to Dean. She pulled him up by the collar, tossing him on the bed. “What the fuck, you bitch?!” Y/N bellowed, pushing herself up to attack the demon. Only to be kicked hard in the stomach by Ruby, landing on the floor with a heavy grunt. She then leaned over Dean and forced his mouth open with her left hand.
Dean tried to push her away as she sprayed a dark brown liquid into his mouth from a bag at her side with her right hand while Dean still struggled under her hold. Ruby stood up as Dean chokes on the liquid and spits some back out. “Stop…calling me…bitch…” She breathed heavily as Y/N groaned, winching and clutching her stomach. She was sure she had broken a rib or two.
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Back in the Van Allen residence, Sam was still aiming the gun at Elizabeth, Renee and Tammi. “Go.” He demanded gruffly, pointing to the fireplace. Elizabeth, Renee and Tammi move over in front of the fireplace with their hands still up in the air. “What— we— we weren't hurting anyone.” Elizabeth pleaded, “Please, we don't even know your brother.” Renee insisted.
“Stop the spell, or die. Five seconds.” Sam narrowed his dark eyes at them, his finger hovering over the trigger. “What?!” Renee squealed as the three women shook, staring down the barrel of the gun. Sam was deadly serious, cocking the gun and pointing it back at them. “Four.”
“No, please, please don't kill us!” Renee cried, “We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate!” Elizabeth chimed in, looking over to her friend to back her up. Renee nodded frantically as Sam’s face twisted with confusion because the women seemed sincere but still held the gun ready.
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Back in the motel room, Ruby stood in front of the couple. Y/N was helping Dean wipe his mouth with a towel, he was still clutching his stomach but he stopped coughing up the blood. The pain gone physically but mentally, Dean could still feel the knives poking at him. “Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?” Ruby warned Dean before tossing the gun at Y/N.
Y/N’s eyes flickered up to her, catching the gun in one hand while eyeing the demon. “You…saved my life..” Dean said surprised, Y/N mimicking his shocked expression as she finished up wiping his mouth. “Don’t mention it.” Ruby smirked, “What was that stuff?” Y/N asked, pointing to the bag. “God it was ass.” Dean muttered with a grimace, “It tasted like ass.”
“It's called witchcraft, kitten.” With that, Ruby turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving Dean and Y/N on the bed, the psychic grimacing in disgust at the nickname the demon seemed to like calling her.
"Witchcraft, my ass." Dean protested with a scoff, gently rubbing his stomach."Seriously that was the nastiest crap I’ve ever tasted.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the tension by using humor. Y/N however, wasn’t amused. Still gripping the side of her ribcage where the bruising had already started from Ruby’s kick, her mind still stuck on the fact that if she hadn’t stepped in, Dean would’ve been dead.
He would’ve gone to hell way before his time. Now that he was saved, she knew damn well when his true time came. She wouldn’t know how to handle it. She was already dreading it, still clinging onto the little hope of saving him but witnessing Dean’s suffocation in real time, she felt sick to her stomach imagining what could actually happen if he went. What was going to happen if those hellhounds can for him.
He noticed the way she was staring down at the worn carpet and her hand still wrapped around her injured side. His face softened, “Hey, I’m fine…” He reassured her gently, placing a hand on her knee. “Yeah…for now” She whispered as she nodded, still unable to meet his gaze, which only made him more worried.
He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him, “Princess, look at me.” He murmured. Her eyes finally met his ones as sadness and frustration filled her eyes. “I’m still here.” He said softly, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “And what’s gonna happen when you’re not?” She croaked, her face creasing.
He sighed softly, his eyes full of guilt, he moved his hands to hold her face. “Hey, don’t think like that.” He told her gently, “C’mon. I’m still here right now, right? You can’t keep worrying about what if’s—“
“It’s not an ‘if’ anymore, Dean.” She shot back firmly, “Maybe we can’t save you, just maybe we won’t be able to get you out of that stupid fuckin’ deal, then what’re we gonna do? Just let you rot in hell?” Her voice broke. He winced, hearing the raw pain in her voice, he gently wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t,” He told her firmly, “You can’t think like that. I’m not going anywhere, okay? You have to believe that.” He tried to convince her as he wiped her falling tears with his thumb. But he wasn’t convinced himself, “I dunno if I believe that anymore,” She sighed, shaking her head.
His face fell and his heart broke for her, he knew this was hard on her too. Maybe even harder on her than him. He pulled her closer, making her straddle his lap as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He leaned up to press a kiss to her lips but she quickly pulled back, “No—“ She grimaced, “I love you, but I’m not kissing you when your mouth smells like ass” She gagged at the smell of the concoction Ruby squirted into his mouth.
He let out a strangled laugh, “Can’t argue with that” He chuckled, leaning his head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as she buried her face in his neck.
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Back in the Van Allen residence, “Okay, maybe it's not you—“ He shook slightly before turning the gun to Elizabeth. “—or you.” He points the gun at Renee this time, moving the gun again. “Maybe it's you…” He accused, pointing the gun at Tammi who sobbed, upset and scared. Sam wasn’t buying it for one second, “I don't even know what he's talking about. What a–re you even talking about?” She stammered.
“I mean, all of you, everyone in your little coven, you've all had runs of good fortune.” Sam spat with disgust, his eyes still trained on Tammi. “Newsworthy good fortune. Except for you, Tammi…” He narrowed his eyes, “Now tell me, why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself? Or is it because you're already getting what you wanted – like these women's souls.”
Renee and Elizabeth’s eyes widened with pure fear, “I can't- I-I'm not- I-I-I don't…” Tammi faux-stammered again, her act falling when Sam didn’t let up. His dark eyes unconvinced. So she sighed and put her hands down, going from looking frightened to calm. Her eyes flashed over black, revealing that she was the demon Y/N and Ruby warned him about.
“Nice dick work, Magnum.” Tammi smirked darkly. The other two women gasped audibly, looking shocked as their jaws fell. “Let. My brother. Go.” Sam commanded, gritting his teeth. “What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, sweetheart, but your brother's lungs should be on the floor by now and poor little Y/N is probably crying over his bloody corpse.” Tammi said menacingly with a nasty smile.
Sam’s eyes held pure anger, his finger finally pulling the trigger to the Colt. But the bullet didn’t hit her, since Tammi lifted her hand, slowing it. The bullet lost its momentum, stopped and fell to the floor. Elizabeth and Renee gasped again as Sam’s face fell with shock. “You're in a lot of trouble, Sam.” The demon giggled before waving her arm.
Before he knew it, Sam was propelled across the room as an invisible force smacked into him. His body was slammed roughly into the wall with a loud impact. He groaned as he slammed against it, his head bashed against it. “Tammi, what's wrong with your eyes?” Elizabeth asked cautiously, tears streaming down her face. The demon turned to her with a bored expression, her eyes now reverting back to its host’s brown color while Sam struggled against the wall.
“Tammi, what are you doing?!” Renee demanded in her snooty tone, “Renee, shut your painted hole.” Tammi snapped, making Elizabeth cup her hand over her mouth in shock and Renee began shaking with anger. Her eyes bewildered, “What? I-I will— You can't— Not in my house, Tammi Benton!” Renee stupidly stood her ground.
The demon, annoyed, rolled her eyes before waving her right hand at Renee, resulting in the blonde’s head snapping to the right so far it almost turned completely backwards, killing her instantly. Her wide dead eyes connected with Elizabeth’s, her body falling to the floor as Elizabeth shrieked in terror, still covering her mouth.
The sounds of the bones in Renee’s neck cracking made Sam flinch on the wall, feeling sick to his stomach as he watched one of the housewives meet her demise due to her egotistical nature. “Look. You got me – let the girl go.” Sam pleaded through grunts, his jaw clenching. “Wait your turn, young man.” The demon snapped at him, now turning back to Elizabeth.
She whimpered, “Oh my god..” trembling as Tammi slowly stalked towards her, “Shh, Lizzie. It’s okay” The demon cooed with a menacing look in her eyes, “You’re not Tammi..” Elizabeth whimpered again as the demon brought her hand up to play with her brown locks. “No, but I'm wearing her meat. I had to break the ice with you girls somehow.” Tammi responded softly, but her tone held no comfort.
“You killed Renee.” Elizabeth cried, “Renee, Amanda ... That's what happens to witches who get voted off the island.” The demon smirked as she moved to walk around the altar table. “Who..are you?” Elizabeth shook as she asked, resulting in the demon lightly chuckling, “Funny story, actually.” She began, playing her hands behind her back and she recollected.
“You remember all those dark demonic forces you prayed to, when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?” She mocked as Sam fought against her hold she had on him but it was no use, “This-this isn't – it can't b—“ Elizabeth shook her head in denial, “What did you think it was? Make-believe? Positive thinking? The Secret?” The demon continued to taunt her as she stalked toward her once more.
“No, it was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig.” She cackled as Elizabeth gasped, looking at her with horror. “All I had to do was bring one good book to Book Club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass.” The demon smirked, “No, no, we didn't know—“ Elizabeth cried, shaking her head. “Oh, yes you did. You knew every step of the way, and now your ever-livin' souls are mine.”
Tammi then turned back to Sam, placing a finger up. “Comments? Questions?” Sam didn’t bother to answer her as another nasty smirk plastered across her lips before she now stalked toward him. “Hmm, Sammy Winchester, wow! Right here in our little town. You know, my friends and I, we've been looking for you and your friend” Sam rolled his eyes at her, scoffing.
“Why? Oh, right, 'cause we’re supposed to lead some piss poor demon army.” He shot back with sass and a bored expression, “No, not at all. You’re not our Messiah and Y/N is not our Saviour. We don't believe in you.” The demon spat with disgust. “But, there's a new leader rising in the West – a real leader. That's the horse to bet on, Sam, the one who's gonna tear this world apart.”
Sam glared at her as he continued to struggle in the hold, “Thing is, this demon? It doesn't like you guys very much. It doesn't want the competition.” Tammi then raised her hand, Sam slid up the wall, groaning, and was suspended against it, his feet leaving the ground. Which was pretty high considering he’s a fuckin’ giraffe, “Nothing personal, it's a P.R. thing, so, buh-bye.”
Tammi kept her hand raised, and Sam began to be crushed into the wall, paint and plaster cracking as he was pushed harder into the solid barrier. Her eyes flickered over to Elizabeth, who stood there watching, frozen in fear and the front door to the house slams open. Dean and Y/N run in with their shotguns drawn, only for Tammi to turn around and wave her hand in their direction.
Easily throwing them over the sofa. The two stumbled to their feet, only to get pinned to the wall behind them, side by side. “Three for one. Lovely.” Tammi smirked, eyeing the trio. “Great fuckin’ idea, Dean. Run in, guns blazing.” Y/N spat angrily at her boyfriend as she grunted due to the force crushing her chest.
“Shut up” Dean grumbled back at her, “Oh yeah, cause sitting back and waiting would’ve clearly been much better” He responded with sarcasm, grunting when Tammi pushed him more into the wall. “Hey! Save the squabbling for couples therapy in hell” The demon snapped, her hand still raised in their direction.
“How ‘bout you go suck a fat one?” Dean retorted with sass, ignoring the pressure on his chest as he sent her a mocking smirk. Y/N was fighting a grin from forming on her face, not wanting to encourage Dean’s smart-ass behaviors but finding the fact that he’s still got it in him to be a total ass during near death situations to be adorable while Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance on his side of the wall.
Tammi raised her palm, sending the three higher up on the wall as they grunted and groaned. “Wait!” A voice said suddenly, revealing to be Ruby. The blonde demon walked into the house with her hands raised in surrender, resulting in Tammi’s head snapping towards her. Surprised filled her eyes as she allowed her hand to fall to her side, but the hunters remained plastered to the wall.
“Please. I just ... came to talk.” Ruby pleaded, putting her hands down. “You made it out of the gate. Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?” Tammi scoffed, “Doors out of Hell only open for so long.” Ruby retorted dryly, “What do you want, Ruby?” Tammi snapped, “I've been lost without you….” Ruby said in a sultry tone as she advanced slowly towards Tammi.
“…take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters and L/N here.” She smirked darkly as she glanced over to them, seeing Dean and Y/N’s faces contort with anger. The couple’s gazes darted over to Sam, mouthing harsh, ‘Told you so.’ To him. The younger Winchester looked betrayed, hurt at the fact that Ruby wasn’t going to help them. While Y/N too was suffering with that pain but she masked it over with anger directed towards the treacherous demon.
“They're for you ... as a gift.” Ruby practically moaned as she spoke to Tammi. “Really?” Tammi asked with a dark smirk, “Let me serve you again. I've wanted it – I've wanted you – for so long.” Ruby confirmed in a soft breathy tone as she bit her lip, now moving forward to stand face to face with Tammi. Dean and Y/N lifted their eyebrows at the hot-demon-chick on hot-demon-chick flirtation. The psychic tilting her head as the hunter made a, ‘Goddamn’ face.
Sam, however, wanted to puke on the spot.
“You were one of my best.” Tammi sighed. Ruby smiled softly, pretending to lean forward to kiss her but instead, she whipped out her knife in an attempt to stab Tammi, only for her to catch it midair. A nasty snarl leaving her lips, “But then again, you always were a lying whore.” The knife was thrown sideways out of their hands across the wood floor when Tammi flicked their hands to the side.
The demons immediately began to brawl with Ruby kneeing Tammi a few times in her midsection. Sending a couple of right hooks across her face but Tammi recuperated almost immediately. Head butting Ruby harshly. The two grunted in pain as the three hunters, still against the wall, watching anxiously. Flicking every so often. They weren’t even sure if Ruby was on their side at this point, her acting was a bit too good.
Tammi clapped back with a few right hooks of her own, kneeing Ruby in her stomach before kicking her into her face and sending her straight into a TV on the table. Sparks erupted from the cord behind her. But she got up and kicked Tammi in her stomach, attempting to run past her, however Tammi clotheslined Ruby causing her to fall flat on her back. Tammi then pulled Ruby up by her collar and threw her into a bookcase, the demon bleeding from her nose and mouth profusely.
Tammi then got a fireplace poker from the stand on the hearth, looking at Elizabeth who was still cowering from her, before she stalked back over to Ruby with the poker in her hand. “You're really telling me you threw in your chips with Abbott, Costello and Aubert here?” Tammi mocked the panting demon as she stood above her, looking over at the three hunters with disgust.
Ruby, panting, tried to get up but Tammi hit her across the face with the fireplace poker. Elizabeth took her chance when she realized they weren’t paying attention to her anymore, ran to the altar and dumped a bunch of pins out of a bow onto the cloth with the demonic symbol on it. Elizabeth was unseen by Tammi, who was still paying attention to Ruby.
“Come on. Get up.” Tammi continued to taunt Ruby when she didn’t move, blood still running down her nose and mouth, “I said, get up!” She shouted again before tossing the poker aside with a bored expression and crouching over Ruby, grabbing her by the jacket and pulling her up. “We've been here before, haven't we?” Tammi chuckled as she glanced over to Sam. “She didn't tell you?”
Sam looked confused as Tammi turned back to Ruby, “Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago. Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human.” She revealed as Ruby’s head drooped, so she grasped it, reeling it back further as she winced and grumbled. Dean, Sam and Y/N all looked surprised even though they were still both pinned to their respective walls.
Tammi then threw Ruby back down onto the debris of the bookcase she crashed through roughly and stood up, “Tsk, didn’t want your friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess.” She taunted as Ruby looked up at her with utter distaste, “But don't worry love, no secrets where you're heading remember?”
Tammi began chanting and black smoke rose out of Ruby’s mouth curling and hovering inches above her mouth as she tried to fight the exorcism. “Monyé valack forsa, ulu iri regatt ruac, fieesh nieesh forthsa lé inmist infirum forthsa por un betest a té un fornalles ecclaisee—” Suddenly, she began to cough due to Elizabeth chanting under her breath at the altar in an attempt to kill the demon.
As Tammi coughed harder, her power faltering. That resulted in Dean and Y/N dropping from the wall, both falling forward. Sam also fell from the wall and dropped to the floor as Tammi brought her hand up to her mouth. She coughed up a handful of long pins into her hand, her mouth bleeding in the process. She looked at the pins confused for a second before she remembered that she allowed Elizabeth to live.
With an angry growl, she lifted her right hand and clenched it into a fist. Elizabeth’s breath catches, bones crushing loudly as her chanting stopp. Her eyes went wide as she brought her hand up to clutch her chest before her heart stopped and she fell onto the altar, dead with her eyes still open.
Y/N used the distraction to her advantage, grasping up Ruby’s discarded knife from the ground before pouncing on Tammi. She grappled her from behind, wrapping her arm around her throat before driving the knife into her back, stabbing her repeatedly as she struggled against her grip. Tammi died as well as the demon that was inside of her, her body going weak in Y/N’s hands.
She allowed the corpse to slump down, falling to the floor, the knife still in her back. Y/N breathed heavily as her eyes glanced over her shoulder to Sam and Dean, the elder Winchester helping his little brother up to his feet. The Winchesters padded over to her, moving a bit sluggish due to their shared injuries. They stopped in front of Ruby, who had pushed herself up from the ground.
“Go.” She instructed the three, slightly embarrassed as she wiped the blood away from her mouth. “I'll clean up this mess.” She assured them. The three nodded and Y/N wrapped her arms around both of the brothers shoulders, helping each other on their way out. “Wait” Dean grunted, stopping them so he could reach down and pick up their shotguns from earlier.
The trio all look back at Ruby one more time. She turned her eyes black and glared at them harshly, “Go.” She snapped in an authoritative tone. They all walk out the door as Ruby leaned over Tammi’s body, taking her knife out of her back and holding it up. The knife was covered in blood, and smoking as Ruby breathed heavily.
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After the events, they went back to their motel room. Dean and Y/N were getting dinner for them while Sam stayed back. He was now splashing his face with water, panting as he looked in the mirror above the sink with a worried expression etched on his face.
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Meanwhile, outside, Dean and Y/N were walking back with their food in their hands. Suddenly, the lights outside began to flicker and the two stopped in their tracks, instinctively going for their guns with their free hands as they looked around. No one was in sight but they scanned the place once more with their eyes, landing on Ruby, who was standing there in the shadows of the hotel parking lot with her arms crossed over her.
“Not this bitch again.” Y/N muttered in annoyance to herself, putting her gun away along with Dean. “So the devil may care after all, is that what I'm supposed to believe?” Dean said to Ruby across the lot. “I don't believe in the devil.” Ruby shot back as she stepped out of the shadows, stalking toward them. They did the same, now stopping in front of her. “Wacky night.” Y/N commented.
“So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to hell, you became a…” Dean’s curious words trailed off as Y/N gulped, glancing over to her boyfriend nervously. “Yeah.” Ruby answered matter-of-factly, turning to leave. But even Y/N was curious, “How long ago?” The psychic asked, causing the demon to stop in her tracks. “Back when the plague was big.” Ruby answered, her back still to them.
“So all of 'em – every damn demon – they were all human once?” Dean asked, his brows furrowing. “Every one I've ever met.” Ruby answered as she turned to face them. “Well, they sure don't act like it.” Y/N scoffed, “Most of them have forgotten what it means…..or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is – forgetting what you are.”
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, a lump growing as Dean rolled his eyes. “Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks.” He snarked, making Y/N shake her head as she swallowed thickly. “It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine.” Ruby assured him. Dean tried to mask his fear as Y/N’s gaze dropped to the floor, clenching her jaw harshly.
“No, I saw "Hellraiser". I get the gist.” He retorted. Ruby rolled her eyes and turned to start walking away. “Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather.” Dean looked thoughtful, pondering a question in his mind. The same question on Y/N’s mind, the thought eating away at them. Ruby had an inkling of what they wanted to ask so she stopped her departure, and turned back to them.
“The answer is yes, by the way.” She said, “Sorry?” Y/N asked with a raised brow, feigning confusion along with Dean. “Yes, the same thing will happen to you.” She told them. The two blinked rapidly, hating the fact that it was true. “It might take centuries…but sooner or later Hell will burn away your humanity. Every Hell-bound soul…every one…turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah….yeah, you can count on it.”
Dean glanced down at the floor, now realizing something. He was sure of it but he couldn’t ask it in front of Y/N, not wanting to break her heart or her spirit. So he turned to Y/N. “Sweetheart, will you take these inside?” He asked her gently, handing her the food in her free hand, her other hand holding up the drinks. Y/N’s face fell, “Wha—”
“Please?” He pleaded and gave her his best puppy dog eyes, adding that little pouty lip she always fell head over heels for, knowing it would make her not fight back. Sure, she was stubborn but she couldn’t always resist his charming side.
She let out a heavy sigh and hesitantly took the food from him. Once it was out of his hands, he nodded with a small smile. “Thanks.” Y/N nodded, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, still looking confused before turning and walking toward the motel room door.
Dean pressed a kiss to his fingers, blowing it in her direction as she threw one last glance at the two before shoving the key from her pocket into the motel room door. Once she was inside, Dean’s face fell back to expressionless as he turned to Ruby. The demon had a knowing look on her face and let out a small smirk. “Spit it out then. I know you’ve got a question on your tongue.”
“There's no way of saving me from the Pit, is there?” He asked with a knowing look, scared to find out the answer. “No.” Ruby confirmed with her sigh. Her face remained emotionless, and his face fell as he stepped dangerously towards the demon with an angry expression. “Then why’d you tell Sam and Y/N that you could?” Ruby shrugged before saying, “So he would talk to me. You Winchesters and L/N can be pretty bigoted. I needed something to help him get past the—”
“The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past.” Dean interrupted with a dry scoff as Ruby chuckled humorlessly, “Look at you. Tryin' to be all stoic. My god, it's heartbreaking.” She snorted as Dean rolled his eyes, “Why are you telling me all this?” He demanded, “I need you and Y/N to help me.” She answered, “Help with what?” Dean’s brows creased as he narrowed his eyes at her, “With Sam.” She stated matter-of-factly.
Dean sighed, shaking his head. “The way your girlfriend stuck that demon tonight – it was pretty tough. I know you’re like that too. Now, Sam's almost there, but not quite. You two need to help me get him ready – for life without you. To fight this war on their own.” He didn’t answer, his jaw clenching so harshly you’d swear the corners were turning white.
Ruby turned to walk away again. “Ruby!” He called out to her harshly and she paused. “Why do you want us to win?” He asked. Ruby turned back around to face him again. “Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why. I – I wish I was, but ... I'm not. I remember what it's like.” She stammered, as she looked down thoughtfully. “What what's like?” Dean blinked as he asked once more,
“Being human.” She answered simply as she looked back up at him. It was now Dean’s turn to look down, lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, and when he looked up Ruby had disappeared leaving Dean alone in the parking lot.
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raghhhhhyperfixations · 2 months ago
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Why do Batman fans so often want him to be a psychopath?
Genuinely don’t know what post made me seem like i hate bruce BUT i’m happy to explain the propaganda and hate around Batman and bruce!
So as everyone is aware the ‘batfamily’ kicked off in the early 90s (1940) googles say and so forth came alive, the batfamily!
Nightwing was the first and at age around 16 (I believe anyway feel free to correct me if i’m wrong), he ran off due to a fight with Bruce regarding situations and was FIRED, bruce FIRED him but this also fed alive nightwing who appeared when Dick was nineteen, he did try and be robin again but disliked it so returned to nightwing.
Now nightwing is a kryptonian superhero or legend, or two birds, flamebird and nightwing so the name is inspired by clark. (again feel free to correct me if i’m wrong.)
We move onto Jason, now by popularity vote he was widely disliked but he had been added into the media because ‘robin was needed’ idfk, so they killed him off and tried a couple of other robins.
Like stephanie brown, duke thomas but they didn’t exactly hit it off.
UNTIL tim drake came, now he wasn’t just ‘pushing his way into the position.’ funnily enough he tried to get nightwing to become robin who adamantly refused and the job was just given to him and he was like ‘huh, okay.’
and we all know damian anyway.
So this leads to your question ‘why do people hate bruce?’
Honestly if i were to answer by my own beliefs i’d say it’s because they hate the way he treated his children repeatedly .
So it built up the idea of ‘he’s an abuser’ when in reality he’s got mental health issues, WAS A TEEN DAD, HE WAS A TEEN WHEN HE ADOPTED DICK and seeing jason probably further ruined his mental stability.
Bruce is a good guy but he just doesn’t know how to be a good father is my opinion on him, he’s the ‘i’m trying.’
So in a lot of my posts he might seem more pushy, takeback, to the sudden sweetness, because he’s trying to find a line.
And a lot of batman fans don’t seem to know Batman can be on that line of ‘he’s a father that’s good and bad.’ like he ruined his relationship with Jason let’s not lie, but Jason does love him, it’s just extremely strained, under the red hood is a good example of Jason STILL wanting to be bruce’s son after everything.
But he and dick aren’t ‘as close’ as people think either, that’s his first son, the one he made the first mistakes with, the one he kicked out, fired, of course their relationship is all cracks underneath the seams.
So yes people hate him because he’s a ‘terrible father’ more often then not and not have any other reason.
He’s a good hero and realistically a father on the line of trying.
My best response to this question anyway, i don’t know if i came across if i hated him or if i didn’t but i don’t, i’m aware Bruce has issues and he never sorted those.
I’m aware he can’t be entirely blamed so why be angry with him? you need to remember he did try and attempt dick to stop being robin in like multiple shows and that little brat was like ‘you aren’t my dad’ and then proceeds to beat a fully 5’0 guy with just his hands alone.
He’s tired atp.
and with how the media portrays bruce now adays he comes off rude and cold.
But some good shows where his character is actually almost canon for once are - batman brave and the bold, justice league animated and some of the older batman shows.
He cares guys, he just doesn’t know how to show it :)
UPDATE: realised i reread the question wrong, a commenter explains it perfectly
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puuuders · 1 month ago
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COPIA FEELING INSECURE AND JIM COMFORTING HIM. ANY SETTING IDFK. I’ve been thinking of doing it but I haven’t had any time 💔
sat my ass down and started writing this as soon as i saw it
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“Fucking V.” Copia growled under his breath, dripping with venom as he stalked away from his twin brother's newly claimed office. His hands, balled into tight fists, trembled at his sides in frustration. Anger and jealousy, combined with a dull ache of sadness stormed inside him, sparking the gnawing teeth of his self-doubt swirling in his head.
Just weeks ago, the adoration of the faithful followers had been his to command. He had reveled in their devotion, their voices harmonious with his own during rituals. Even his departure from the front had been met with genuine sorrow. That is, until his brother finally showed his face from behind that door. After that, his name felt second to nonexistent. 
This new title, "Frater Imperator," felt like a cage, a brutal stripping of power rather than the elevation it was claimed to be by his late mother and aunt Psaltarian. His eyes flickered back towards the closed door, a knot of fury tightening in his chest. V, Perpetua, Papa, whoever that man was, held the key to the one position that now remained stubbornly, irrevocably closed to Copia. The urge to wrap his hands around his brother's throat, to silence the smug satisfaction he imagined radiating from behind that door, pulsed with an almost frightening intensity.
After what felt like an eternity navigating the halls of that colossal building, Copia finally reached his destination. He flung the door open, now that he actually had one, with more force than he had consciously planned. At the last possible second, his hand shot out and caught the knob with a startled squeak, preventing a destructive crash against the wall. His mismatched eyes darted over to Jim, who sat, startled, at a large and cluttered desk. Jim’s head swiveled around to look at the sudden burst of sound, his eyes locking with Copia's.
"Eh... Oops. Heh." Copia gave Jim a sheepish grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, patting the doorknob as if it were a beloved pet. With exaggerated care, he eased the door shut behind him.
Copia stepped over to their temporarily shared gothic bed, draped in rich red fabric and meticulously made by his company. Settling down on the far edge, facing away from Jim at the desk, Copia sighed and tugged off his undeniably uncomfortable dress shoes. A heavy silence descended upon the room, stretching for what felt like several long minutes before the stillness was finally broken.
"Well," Jim’s voice drawled, thick with a Southern lilt that, in his current mood, irritated Copia further, "seems like that little house tour went well." Jim's voice was soft, but the teasing undertone was unmistakable.
"Shut up." Copia hissed, the vehemence of the response catching Jim off guard. Jim's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a sudden dryness in his mouth. A pang of regret pierced through him as his face heated up in embarrassment. He hadn't meant to poke the bear like this, especially not his bear. He knew how deeply Perpetua’s ascension had cut Copia, but years of navigating tense situations had ingrained in him a knee-jerk reaction to diffuse the air with a bit of jokes. Clearly, tonight was not a night for comedy.
Jim pushed himself away from the desk, running a hand through his thick, brown hair as a heavy sigh escaped through his nose. He watched Copia, noticing the way his gaze would flick upwards at him like a kicked puppy for a moment before darting back down to the patterns in the rug. Copia had always leaned towards being a closed book, a man who wrestled with the simple act of articulating his own feelings. It was another aspect of the man Jim had come to know and love so deeply, and a bit of snapping would not be enough to drive the priest away. He had overlooked any other potential conflicts, and they had come this far. 
"Now," Jim murmured, his voice soothing as he eased himself onto the edge of the bed beside Copia. His warm brown eyes softened as they settled on Copia's tightly clenched fist, and he could hear the faint creak of the black leather gloves straining with the intensity of Copia's grip. Slowly, Jim reached out with his own hand and gently laid it over Copia's. "That brother of yours," Jim continued, his thumb stroking the back of Copia's hand, "he ain't got nothin' on you."
Jim paused, choosing his words with care. "I know this... This whole frontman thing... It was somethin' big for you, somethin' important. It changed your whole world, just as much as it brought some real life this here ministry. Listen to me now, hun," Jim's voice gained a touch more firmness, moving his head forward to catch a glimpse of Copia’s eyes. "If it weren't for you, for all that hard work you poured out there as our frontman, this place wouldn't even have the spare coins jinglin' around in its pockets to afford some fancy new fella struttin' around.”
Copia turned his head away, a subtle curve tugging at his lips. That small upturn was all the invitation Jim needed. A wide, warm smile bloomed on his own face as he gently pursued that expression Copia was attempting to hide so stubbornly. Jim’s hand reached out to cup Copia's cheek, softly guiding his face to look back towards him.
"Now, now, don’t you go hidin' that pretty little smile from me. Let me have a good look," Jim teased.
"It is… Rather difficult to hear anything you say with a straight face when you talk like that," Copia chuckled, subconsciously leaning into Jim’s warm hand.
"You ain't even listenin' to the sweet nothin's I'm tryin' to whisper in your ear?" Jim laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Copia responded with a playful nip at Jim's hand, barely missing as Jim recoiled dramatically in exaggerated fear.
"But I'm serious, darlin'," Jim said, his playful demeanor softening. He tilted his head with an earnest gaze as his hand drifted from Copia's cheek to the nape of his neck, his thumb stroking the skin there with a loving caress. "You're always gonna be my number one. That guy... Well, he just wishes he had a sliver of the magic you got. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, or somethin' like that, ain't it?"
Copia offered a little nod, though a shadow of doubt still lingered. It was difficult to accept, this notion that his shift in position was merely a traditional and bureaucratic shuffle that had nothing to do with his worth or his dedication. But here, in the comforting presence of his Jim, a different truth resonated. In his arms, he knew that gnawing insecurity would always recede.
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bluelikesmarmalade · 8 days ago
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OKAYH I've seen way too many people having misconceptions on Vee and Glisten thinkin they must dislike each other and to that I say NO???
Even if they did, doesn't mean shipping them is FORBIDDEN or anything-
That aside, I don't think they hate one another. Allow me to slam this wall of text in your face for a sec
FIRSTLY, Glisten doesn't hate Vee — he's jealous of her. in fact, he's jealous of all the mains. Might be because the mains are expected to act better than normal toons or ARE made better (the extra star in their stats hello 👋)
HOWEVERER, the primarily reason being the attention they get. They're the main characters and therefore they get plushies made of them (Cocoa too sbjxdirn main stealing position easter bunny) advertisements, character sheets, toon handlers, you name it, the mains are given more. Pair that with him genuinely believing he has to be perfect and you'll get a ★ recipe for immense jealousy ★
maybe idk it ryhmed
He would KILL (in a video game) to get a kid's drawing of himself, but only mains are allowed to get children's drawings, thus the random main character drawings hanged up in his room for seemingly no reason. He could only wish to have something like that for himself. even if it has "Sorry i forgot your name" written on it.
The Stage Fright poster with many hearts scribbled around himself? Yeah, it quickly goes from "as self-centered as ever" to "oh wait shoot... that actually makes sense" once you remember only the mains get to appear on posters.
That was probably the first and only time he ever appeared on an official poster and he was SO thrilled about it when it happened.
He's especially jealous of Vee, being on stage and having all eyes on him is what he craves. He wants to be seen as amazing as her, on a stage, as a show host. He believes if he can achieve his goal, he can be like her, or at least get close- To the point where he intentionally (or not sometimes) starts copying her mannerisms. Look at their poses, c'mon- one is clearly copying the other and it's NOT Vee. Dude legit has machine manuals two times his size in his room because SHE excels at extraction speed.
SECONDLY, Vee doesn't hate Glisten, she CARES about the other toons. (looking at you, Vee mischaracterizors who make her out to be a heartless bastard- i can enjoy that version of her too but its NOT CANON PLEASE)
I really can't outright say she hates anyone, not even Shrimpo cuz it was NEVER CONFIRMED!! (The closest she gets to hating someone is Dandy and even then, can only state she has some jealousy/envy feelings towards him. not sure If I can confidently say she hates him. Dislike? Totally. 110% definitely. but still haven't got enough info on what their deal is.)
Her telling Glisten he'll never be a good show host isn't out of HATRED, she's speaking her mind. She always says what she thinks is true, no sugarcoating, downright honest. And when Glisten doubles down on the whole "I'm perfect, I can do anything" schtick, she doesn't go full on insulting mode, though she does go full on sass mode-
If she actually hates him, I'd expect her to... I dunno, say something real mean?? And not something she actually perceives as facts?? Maybe not engage with him at all in any way??
When he asks her for help, you'd think she maybe would tell him off after he tried to pretty much take advantage of her (or maybe he was trying to make it seem like they're somehow best friends so it's not as embarrassing when he needs her help in front of other toons in the elevator idfk) but she doesn't do that. she agrees to help him.
This doesn't mean they're friends, it means Vee tolerates him enough to assist when he asks for something. maybe Vee has like a Fton supply of mics and doesn't care if he takes some
Anyway, the most I'll accept of the "Vee and Glisten are besties" headcanon is Vee somewhat getting along with Glisten for whatever reason but doesn't want to mingle with toons she sees as not talented enough for too long-
Now, I fw enemies to lovers and I enjoy platonic mirrorvision as much as the next guy, but no, I simply don't believe that is what they actually are.
No, they are NOT besties. No, they DON'T hate each other. I know, this is just MY OWN DUMB SPECULATIONS/HEADCANONS so please don't CHASE ME DOWN WITH FORKS.
I'M DONE, I'M OUT. I'M OUT THE WINDOW.
Doodle of them hating each other </3
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smosh-fessions · 28 days ago
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this fandom has become unbearable. i mostly avoid it (blocking and muting people), but the occasional post comes on my tl that just annoys me. my rant honestly mostly applies to smoshtwt, but smoshblr is annoying too. i won’t even mention the reddit.
people pick fights for literally no reason, and act like they are above one another for everything. for one, the ship war discussion is so stupid to me because most of you are too old to be speaking about real people in this way. why does it matter to you who somebody else ships when you’re doing the same thing with a different ship??
i also understand the interest for the bonds the people in the cast have, but none of you know them! a lot of you put such a pedestal to the relationships you’re seeing on your phone screens. it is also not fair to assume “this person doesn’t like this person,” or assume “this person is in love with that person” or whatever. many of you feel way too comfortable talking about them in ways you know you wouldn’t say to their face, whether “positive” or negative. thirsting, criticism, speculation/assumption, it’s all annoying. and many of you shield them as jokes. too many of you wonder why a majority of the cast hardly touch their socials anymore outside of instagram. or wonder why damien blocked like half of you on twitter
and speaking of damien... lmfao. look it’s fine to dislike a person but many of you are irrational about it. he’s a human, just as every person in the cast are. it doesn’t matter that hes a grown man, he deserves respect the same way anybody else does. dude has gone through a lot in life, the least you all can do is just let him exist. because while his fans arguably can coddle him, but they’re no different from the rest of you. you’re literally all the same and don’t see it! because i know damn well if more people commonly treated angela or shayne the way a lot of you treat damien, you’d be just as upset as his fans tend to be. also, same thing for courtney! many of you are so weird about them on here recently too?? i cannot believe how heavy discussions have been regarding them, especially in relation to damien. too many of you have been blatantly disrespecting them recently. just as i said before, they are a human being first and foremost. you are allowed to think whatever about these people, but goodness i beg you all to keep it to yourselves. i can only imagine the absurd speculation-heavy discussions they all may accidentally stumble across at some point.
i don’t want to ramble too much but i honestly don’t know how it got this bad. people will argue with the “have you never been in a fandom before” over and over again whenever someone complains about this one. i can assure you, smosh’s fandom is simply just bad. at least compared to more similar groups like dropout, try guys, etc.. idk what happened here. like to be fair, this has always been a parasocial fandom, but it definitely got worse the last few years. i’ve been on tumblr and twitter for a long time, i can safely say i miss the lowkey dead fandom era. post-2023, a lot of you made it more of a hell than it’s ever been, but act like you’re not the problem, or simply don’t care idfk. i just know that if you had a problem with any of what i said, it probably applies to you.
tldr: you are SMOSH fans. you’re ALL gay and annoying! just accept that, stop being the worst about literally everything and everyone, and please be decent human beings.
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concretejunglefm · 3 months ago
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ik ur ask box hates to see me coming. anyways im here w a more comfort centered idea bc i have unfortunately been in the trenches this past week and a little smth w any of the boys wld marginally heal me
but like.. noah or matt or literally anybody comforting u after some shit w ur parents 🧎 be it an argument or just general tension idfk. sorry guys ive been going thru it i fear— if this is smth u wouldn’t want to write i totally get it n feel free to ignore this LMFAO or jst disregard the parent thing idk 🤷 i just wanted to spit this idea somewhere bc where’s a good comforting hug from one of the boys when i need one huh ☹️⁉️
anywayssss thank u for listening to my silly thoughts. take care of urself ♡
Oh bb I hope that you are taking care of yourself 🥺💕 some soft!Matt taking care of you, just for you and selected with the help of @deathblacksmoke because how am I expected to choose.
CW: mostly fluff but mentions of tension and belittling from parents.
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“I didn’t know where else to go,” you whisper, sadness seeping through your voice.
Matt could already sense the dark cloud hanging over you, and he had always assured you that his home was a safe haven for you. He would welcome you with a warm and comforting embrace, accompanied by a refreshing Dr Pepper—or any other drink of your choosing.
“What happened?” He rarely pries, but he always gives you the option to share your thoughts with him, if you choose to. And now, is no different.
Settling beside you, Zeus then assumes his own position, climbing up onto the couch and attempting to snuggle himself between you both, as if he’s a lapdog, offering his own presence as a source of comfort.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he assures you, but you’re not sure if you do. What you want and need is just comfort, to not feel as small and belittled as your parents made you feel earlier tonight. But soon, everything comes tumbling out—what happened, the things they said, the way they cut you deep. Even as your voice cracks, his patience remains, and his arm that’s slid around your shoulders wraps tighter, squeezing you closer now that Zeus has shifted from between you both, wanting his own space.
Matt doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t need to. Even though his words have a magical way of enveloping you in a comforting embrace, you can’t fathom there is any for what he’s just heard.
You can’t look at him because if you do, the tears you’re holding back might burst through the dam restraining them. Instead, you avoid his gaze, but your weight shifts, and you lean into him, finding solace in his presence. He remains silent, and you debate on apologizing for unexpectedly dumping all of this on him.
You remain silent, and when you feel the press of his lips against your crown, the tension begins to ease and you can’t help but wonder if he somehow sensed your thoughts. You often find yourself pondering this. At times, it feels as if he’s in your head, as if he knows your thoughts and you’ve never experienced such a profound connection with anyone else in your life.
The gentle kiss on your head is another comforting gesture that makes you cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let him go. You turn just enough to wrap your arms around him, and his presence instantly calms the anxious shivers that have been trembling through your body. Your heart rate slows down, and you finally feel yourself breathe. A breath you had been previously holding in, now released.
You hold onto him for a few seconds, then a few minutes, and you’re not sure how long it goes on, but for once, the silence doesn’t fill you with dread; not when he’s here.
When the moment of pressing tears threatening to fall has passed enough for you to trust yourself, you finally gather the courage to look at him. As your eyes meet his gentle brown hues, you break the silence, your voice slightly choked as you ask, “Can I stay here with you, please?”
It’s a question that doesn’t really need to be asked, because Matt opens his home and arms to you without any hesitation, and yet, when you do ask, the answer remains the same as always: “Stay as long as you need.”
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99tech99 · 2 months ago
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Welcome Back, Director
a/n: with the premiere of andor season 2, we get the return of everyone’s favorite cape wearing hot af slutty old man. here’s a lil something.
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a very short but sweet 335 words below the cut
Director Krennic had finally returned to Coruscant. His work on Stardust had kept him off world for the last several months, and your duties in the Senate had kept you here.
Now, at last, he was back, but only for a standard week. You had bullied Ronan into giving you his exact itinerary so you could be sure you could be in Krennic’s office the moment he arrived—and that he would be alone.
Krennic’s office was supposed to be biometrically locked, but he had given you his code cylinder should you ever need access. You had let yourself in 20 minutes before he was scheduled to arrive. At first, you hadn’t been quite sure what to wear, so you had brought along a few options. You were struck by a stroke of brilliance, however, when you passed the wardrobe in the hallway. Not that it ever mattered to Krennic what you wore—for all his pomp and lavishness, you had that man so wrapped around your finger. As you positioned yourself in front of his desk, directly opposite the entrance to his inner office, you felt the thrill of butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t seen him in so long…
As if on cue, you heard the hiss of the main office door.
“Hello, Orson,” you called.
“My dear!” Krennic exclaimed in delight as he rounded the corner. “I wasn’t expecting—” but he stopped short. Mouth slightly agape, he fully did a double take as he realized what you were wearing.
He licked his lips as his ice blue eyes raked down your body, taking in every inch of the divine sight of your curves in your white lingerie. He was too enamored with you to even be affronted that you had donned one of his sacrosanct capes.
“Remind me never to stay away from the Capitol for so long,” he said, striding across the room.
You raised an eyebrow and flashed a coy smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Welcome back, Director.”
does this count as 99tech99 writes? idfk idgaf
here’s the real writing if anyone cares
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kimeoshi · 8 months ago
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So if C!Ratio's image of his students changes from respecting their autonomy to forcing his ideals on them, how would that reflect on his views on Aventurine? We know from his conversation with the TB where he brings up Aven no matter what you say that he views him as someone he's guiding, along with that just being his whole thing, but it's clear he also has a lot of respect for Aventurine/his intelligence. What would C!Ratio's view/idea of a Successful student be, I guess?
I also wonder how it would be muddied with his personal feelings for Aven as opposed to his students?? You've definitely put a lot of thought into what a corrupted Ratio would look like and it's super interesting
I'm glad you enjoy my silly AU!! It... Honestly wasn't supposed to go further than one fanart HAHAH
Let's first consider how he sees people in general:
Those who have the privilege, the resources and integrity, yet still choose to live in ignorance will get taught a lesson by our doctor. This version of Ratio cannot accurately judge the goals of his students or those who are truly ignorant, and will become hostile at the slightest sign of resistance. You could imagine him as a version of himself which is impulsive and just as ignorant as his students, devoted to Erudition. He wants those who are in this position to be the same as him, someone who makes a successful student.
For clarity, standard Ratio's idea of success is someone who can be open-minded and ambitious, someone willing to grow (as he wants to cultivate a generation of independent thinkers). (this might sound so bullshitting idfk) C!Ratio's idea would shift more towards acquiring knowledge. And we do know how perfectionistic he is; not a lot of people would meet his standards.
As for personal feelings for Aven,
if the corruption is externally corrupted by something/someone: if we adhere to their canonical state of relation, I don't think much would change, stated for the above reasons. But if they were in a relationship, Ratio would be snappier and irritable in general. That would be all that changes (in Ratio's display of character towards Aventurine), yet it would be really easy for him to notice, even if Ratio is "playing favourites" with the gambler. If... however Aventurine doesn't notice it, it would really affect his well being as Ratio would exacerbate the rate of self-destruction within him; he'd gradually push him, caring less about his well-being the stronger the corruption gets. You could say that he stops recognizing his autonomy and freedom, more or less trying to fit him into a cookie-cut example of what he considers is the ideal path to follow.
if the corruption is internally imposed, as in corrupted by his own self: Ratio wouldn't even have batted an eye towards Aventurine or considered his intelligence or potential from the start. Why would he read into a foolish gambler's character and waste any further thoughts on him? Not that he despises him but he avoids him. Ultimately, Penacony would have gone a lot differently.
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zagreusapollyon · 7 months ago
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Okay, shitty idea, let's give Ford a kid. (Bc I need to give this man an actual human being to care for and learn how to make genuine human connections. )
OK, imagine this, this dumbass is out here in the woods, stumbles upon a magic artifact, BOOM, now there's a baby, with six fingers, 99% likely to be his.
Ford: ah, what a glorious day,surely nothing will happen-
The universe: bet, here's a kid
Ford: I'm sorry wot
*sometime later*
Ford: *blinks*
Baby: *blinks back*
Ford:
Ford: omg I have acquired an offspring
So Ford in full panic mode calls Fiddleford, and Fids is in absolute confusion as to why his partner has called him at 3 am and also is that a fucking baby-
So they go back to the shack and try to understand whatever the hell is going on.
Fiddleford: so what are ya gon do?
Ford: idfk bro I'm incapable of taking care of myself let alone a baby
Ford:
Ford: let's just give him up for adoption
Fiddleford: u sure?
Ford: positive.
Fiddleford:
Ford:
Fiddleford: *looks at baby*
Fiddleford: aww, would you look at that, he has six fingers like his Dada
Ford:
Ford: *sobs* omg this is my kid-
So they end up keeping the kid, which is where things get interesting, this is about the same time frame where Ford summons Bill, and shit hits the fan, and by God, the fan is less a fan and more a fucking wind turbine.
I'll make part two later lol.
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fineprintedsunsets · 2 years ago
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»•» 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰 «•«
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Synopsis: Let me paint you like a masterpiece, baby. Will you be my Mona Lisa?
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: artist!steve rogers x little!reader. cock humping. paint play? cum painting? cum kink? idfk? cock veins. paint play. big softie steve. MINORS DNI, both characters are consenting ADULTS. (its been 6 days since my last fic, I hate fucking classes. me just want to write, me do not want to sit and take notes.
Chris Evan's & Co. | Sunset's BLVD
“Hey best girl, what's wrong?” A soothing voice asks from behind a canvas. The sound of a brush gliding across the stretched hyde seeps through your veins. You could listen to it all day, the way Steve paints.
The way he creates.
“Steve.” You whimper, clutching your hoodie, your thighs crossed, your palms slick with sweat. He glances up from his painting, he’s wearing nothing but his apron, his abs peeking out behind the fabric.
Steve stops at the sound, seeing your saddened face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Before you can answer, Steve assesses you, his features turning soft as he lays the paintbrush on his cart full of paints, disregarding his masterpiece altogether.
“Sit in my lap, c’mere” He stretched his arms out, his hands motioned for you to join him. You don’t think twice, your tiny feet scurry across the floor of his studio, as he grabs your hips, lifting you up to rest in his lap.
Steve supports your back with a large palm, while the other keeps your hips against him. He places a small kiss against your cheek, hoping to see your smile return. “What's bothering my little girl today?”
Steve’s tone makes you grind against him instinctively, and apparently, he returns your excitement, you can feel his trapped cock grow hard against his sweatpants. “Oh, are you horny? Is that it, sweetheart?”
A blush rises on your cheeks as a light smile blesses your features. “Yes…”
“That’s not a problem, sweet girl. We're gonna take care of you alright?” You nod your head with so much force it hurts, you curl your toes, your stomach bottoms with anticipation, and Steve,
Oh, Steve.
He’s looking at you as if you're a fresh painting he just created, his eyes bright with new ideas, admiring the masterpiece in front of him. His long fingers come up to fiddle with the strap of your tank top. “You're ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?”
“Mhmm. So ready.” You babble, the words are almost incoherent, and you know by the smile on Steve’s face, that he loves you in your current state.
He wastes no time in reaching into his sweatpants, making sure you don’t fall, supporting your back with super-soldier strength. Steve allows his length to spring free, and you groan, feeling the hot appendage hit your stomach.
“I’m ready for you too, baby. Lift those hips for me, alright?”
Your hips lift instinctively, allowing Steve to position his cock right at your pussy, although you can’t feel anything, your shorts make it hard to gain any friction from his cock. You scrunch your face, and Steve smiles.
His palms grab at your hips and force you down onto his cock, still keeping you both supported on his painting chair.
Steve can see you're still confused, so he grabs your hips and moves your clothed folds to glide along his bare cock, and then you feel it.
Oh. You feel it.
“Make yourself feel good, sweet girl.” He instructs, keeping a hold on your back, as you rut against him, going slow at first, still getting used to this new sensation. It’s like having a barrier between you, and you want more, need more but you aren't allowed to have it.
You just have to make do with what he gives you.
Steve groans, looking at the way your shorts grow with a wet spot, seeing how wet you're getting from such a simple form of foreplay.
“You're doing so good, keep humping my cock, just like that. Have you found what you like yet?” He asks, but you're almost too breathless to answer. You can feel the fabric growing with your slick, making it easier to glide along him.
“I like when one of these-” One of “these” hits your clit just as you're about to finish your sentence, making you lean forward, grinding your clit hard against the pulsating vein.
“Aww, you like my veins, sweetheart? They're all for you, every last-” Steve thrust ever so slightly, letting his cock, along with its veins rub against you just the way you like it. The way he knows you like your clit stroked.
“Fuck. One” Steve’s breath speeds up, matching your thrust, You're both so close to the edge, and you both love it. Steve, seeing you hump his cock and getting off on it, seeing how drenched your shorts are becoming, feeling the fabric and your slick grind against his bare cock.
And you, humping him, feeling your orgasm grow tighter and tighter, begging to be unwinded, to be set free.
Steve reaches for something behind you, and you realize, it’s a paintbrush dipped in blue paint. A gasp falls from your parted lips as he brings it up to your shoulder, painting a stroke across your shoulder, over your tank top.
You first his apron, trying to steady yourself against the burning hot sensation of humping his cock, and the ice-cold paint on your skin. He does it again, loving to draw those moans and gasp out of your pretty lips.
He runs it over your chest, reaching behind you for more pain each time he runs out. Steve paints another stroke over your hardened nipples, creating a messy portrait on your shirt.
“Steve-”
He chuckles, “You close, sweetheart?”
“So am I.” Steve paints your curves, sizing you up with each cold stroke of his brush, running the bristles over your most sensitive areas, your breast, your throat, your stomach.
“Let me paint you like a masterpiece, baby. Will you be my Mona Lisa?” Steve huffs out, dropping his brush to the floor when he sees you're thoroughly painted, even getting a little of the substance on himself when he splattered dots across your smiling face.
You can’t answer him, your orgasm is right there, begging to be released. “That’s it…good little girl.”
You stop, your clit pressing against his cock as you explode, and Steve does the same. His cock twitches underneath you, his breaths shortening as he coats you in his cum. “Take all of it, Gonna paint those thighs too, pretty girl.” Steve does exactly as he promised, coating your stomach and your thighs in his release.
Paint and cum coating your body.
You laugh, it’s all you can do.
His Mona Lisa.
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love4jhene · 2 years ago
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nsfw alphabet | chris sturniolo😛
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omg this is kinda awk, ive never written smut or anything related to smut but wtv i think off i start writing it, these r my preferences abt chris sturniolos nsfw alphabet 😭
A= after care (what there like after sex😼)
i feel like chris isnt big on after care, cuz ooo girl after he hits his high he can already feel the wave of tiredness come rushing over him, the second his head hits the pillow hes out like a light, but dont worry hell take care of you whenever he wakes up😛
B= body part (there favorite part of your body (his body too)
he guves me the vibes that hes a breast guy, and a thigh guy hed be staring 24/7 cuz there cs smack dap in his face?? his favorite body part of his are his hands, cuz he is able to touch every inch of your body with the palm of his hands👍🏿
C= cum (what does he do with it??)
ik hes a guy that likes to cum on your face, maybe give you backshots??? or js fill u right up!🤠 (only if your on the pill duh) he doesnt like to make a huge mess since it ends up in HIM having to wash the sheets but then again its for pleasure, if you want him to cum on your face nd shit hed do it within the moment you finished saying it😉
D= dirty secret (something that you dont know about until he tells you)
chirs definitely has a mommy kink and enjoys it when you pull on his hair, its not a bad secret but its more of an embarrassing secret. it gets less embarrassing when you do it more often to the point he just wants you do to it when your out in public.
E= experience (how many bodies?)
he has never had proper sex until you, ik he was a lil player😝 but it never got that far it would only be making out, and some grinding ykyk, but yeah nothing like what you guys have done besides one time hes had a actual p in v prodution.
F= favorite position (what position is the go to?)
he LOVESSSS it when you ride him LOVES IT, cuz hes able to see those big melons bounce😏 LMFAO and because hes able to see you struggle bouncing on his cock. if you arent able to then hed be grabbing your hips guiding you!
G= goofy (are they cracking jokes?)
hes definitely the type of guy to make a joke here and there, but not all the time cuz thats kinda awk.. but he’d definitely make jokes about his brothers walking in and blah blah blah
H= hair (do the drapes match the carpets? is that how it goes idfk😭)
imma keep it a buck w you. hes probably not big on trimming cuz hes too lazy or sum LMFAOO but he trys his hardest so you dont get grosses out, and he definitely likes a shaved cooter ykyk cuz he likes when yr able to feel his stuble down there WOAH
i= intamicy (how are they in the moment?)
he knows he wants to me all lovey but he cant help making jokes about your moans heres an example. hed make fun of you for saying “its to big, it wont fit!” then a couple seconds later your asking for more hed mock your moans fs😂.
J= jack off (how often?)
i feel like if he tells you hes horny and you say no hes straight up start jacking his shit while your right next to him, but no he doesnt do it often since he claimd he does wanna seem like a “wild animal” thats a horny 24/7, only when hes on tour and he cant help it
K= kink (what are some kinks, IDK WHAT TO PUT)
he defo has a breeding kink, the thought of him “filling you up” gets him so hard for some reason and hed tell you about it while straight up stuffing you, balls deep bro ik this man thinks about you pregnet with his kids😪
L= location (what places does do you guys do it the most?”)
he doesnt likes taking risk. i said what needed to be said, if his brothers arent home, hed wanna do it on the kitchen counter or the couch, but mainly the bed cuz hes able to knock out like a light as soon as you guys are done
M=???
N= No (whats a turn off?)
ANYTHING to do with piss or body liquids😭 he would walk OUT THE HOUSE if you suggest anything of that sort, also being rough with you where it gets to the point it comes to slapping, choking, js being rlly rough in general.
O= Oral ( uhm idk what to say)
hes big on oral, if he could he would stay in between your legs for hours, days, weeks, years. he loves pleasure his lil princess😛 he also loves when he sees YOU between HIS thighs, him pushing your head down ykyk and most of all he loves it when he covers your face w his cum
P= Pace (how fast? how slow?)
he can change between paces. you want him to go fast? hell go as fast as he can, you want him to go slow? anything for you!
Q= quickie (does he like them?)
he isnt big on them cuz if you guys are gonna have sex he wants it to last, only if its needed and if your lookin supa sexc he cant take his eyes off ya😉😏
R= risk (does he take em?)
hes a risky fella and he likes to break the rules! he wont go to to far tho.
S=??
T= toys
why need toys when you got each other.
u=??
V= Volume (how loud is he)
MANS IS A GROANER AND HE DOESNT CARE, he is loudddd and hell let every one know what yall are doing he does NOT contain himself.
w=??
X=x ray (WHAT R UNDER THOSE PANTSSS)
hes defo big and he knows it, id say rougly like 7.5 soft?? 8.2 hard?? idkk thats what im getting😭
y=??
z=zzz sleep
i alr said it out as soon as he hits the pillow he is OUT but he will take care of u in the morning, he needs his beauty sleep
i hope u guys enojoy this was a pain in the ass to write but its a okay!
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