#spn rarepairs

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[vaginadentatacas]

FINAL RESULTS ARE IN! congratulations pimpmobile x impala for being voted fan favorite rarepair! i would put a badly photoshopped image of the two cars kissing with cartoon hearts around them here, but I’m lazy and admittedly terrible with PS. so just imagine i did that okay

[boywifesammy]

spn fic rec fest - 5

AUGUST 13 - RAREPAIRS

as before, i've tagged authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3. if you'd like me to remove the @, just lmk. @spnficrecfest for more info on the event.

assume everything i say is true by adastreia Dean/Bela, 4k, E

Transmasc Dean & Bela have hatesex during their heist in S3. this is great smut thats a bit silly as well. also AMAZING characterization!! bela & dean’s voices are spot on and i love love love how they wrote ftm dean. accurate, natural and extremely hot.

Mother Knows Best by withthekeyisking (@withthekeyisking-writer) Sam/Mary, 3k, E [noncon]

"Sam just wants his mom to love him. And if this is what it takes to get it, then he'll do it." i absolutely love this fic. the touch-starved sammy, his need for maternal love, his worry that he’s evil & how he immediately compares this w/ lucifer… it’s a good depiction of a covert type of sexual assault that’s not talked about often. good writing of a topic thats deeply personal to me <3

I Got You by darkwarf Sam/Lucifer, 3k, E [noncon]

Once Lucifer realizes that he can't coax Sam into saying yes again, he goes a different route. oooh boy. every one of lucifer’s dialogue lines in this fic made my skin crawl. absolutely loved it. lucifer’s nonchalant form of manipulation & violence just really gets me. the writing is also very graphic & strong on the sam whump (which is my jam).

Magic Dolphins Bearing Gifts by Cuda (@jazzforthecaptain) Castiel/Sam, 6k, E

Sam accidentally prays for Cas regarding a sex-toy he acquires during a case— it then spirals. the writing in this fic is amazing!! sam & cas’ voices are on point and its the perfect mixture of hot & funny. this is my fav type of sastiel where they’re both fumbling around each other like they’re kids at prom :’)

Do you want me to distract you? by Mumble_Bee Sam/Kevin, 7k, E

“Kevin gets injured during a hunt and Sam takes care of him while he heals.” so i have a soft spot for gentle caretaker sam & flustered gay kevin and this hit both those notes perfectly. i imagine this is how their relationship would be like in canon where sam would be so worried for him while kevin is crushing HARD and struggling to function because of it lel.

Slow Love by beekeepercain (@beekeepercain) Sam/Jess, 1k, M

Jess plays dress-up on Sammy with her clothes. short little fic with pretty writing. just a real & heartwarming view of 2 kids in love. very cute, its small moments like these that really flesh out sam&jess’ relationship in my mind!

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it? (Doctor, I have no idea how this much petrol got up my urethra, nor how this gearstick snapped off in my rear edition)

Based on an idea by @chaosducks

Thank you for the idea, Gabriel. This is from supernatural, yeah? I've never seen it. Dunno what it is. Hopefully I got it right, do be patient, I'm an old man.

Thats a damn nice car, though. Might ship him with Kevin Levin next.

[orphiclovers]

not to sound actually unhinged but people who draw ship art with dkos saving astronaut!yjh when it was SP who did that Clearly Detected the spyjh vibes in that scene and are too afraid to admit it to themselves. im only half joking when i say this btw you have to admit i have a little bit of a point. if theres no romantic tension there why are we putting kdj in sp's spot huh. checkmate nonbelievers /lh

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

MIDAM DINER DATE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[leatafandom]

All of Your Firsts

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 797

Fandom - Ship: SPN - Lokiel Loki/Gabriel

Warnings and Tags: established relationship, new body, Gabriel's first vessel, sexual tension, sexual innuendo, first kiss, pre series, pre canon, possessive Loki

Author Notes: Another Lokiel story for @spnarchangelweek because I find them absolutely fascinating. I just really can't get enough of these two. Written for the Day Prompt: Rarepairs

Read, All of Your Firsts, Rated Mature, in full below or on my Ao3.

*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

All of Your Firsts

Gabriel couldn't look away from himself, head turning to the left and then the right. He twisted slightly in front of the pool of water before opening his mouth and baring his teeth. He opened and closed his mouth, teeth gnashing together, and decided that teeth were weird. The archangel’s lips closed, tongue licking over the strange bones, not understanding why Loki had chosen this body for them. 

“Problem?”

“No.” Gabriel didn't look at the god lounging on the rocks behind him, eyes trained on himself. “Not a problem…” The archangel tilted his chin down, staring into his new brown eyes and wiggling his nose. “Just, this is what we're going to look like? Forever?” 

Loki rolled his eyes. “I think we look good,” he said around a mouthful of sweet berries, crossing his legs at his ankles. “What is a face to you anyway?” 

“Nothing.” Gabriel shrugged, combing a hand through his long hair. “I don't know,” he grumbled, pouting at his new reflection. “Forever is a long time to look the same,” he said, trying out a smile. 

“We can shape-shift,” the god argued, jostling the berries he had left in his hand as he looked over Gabriel's crouched form, gaze stalling over the curve of his backside.

“Yeah,” the words drawn out as the archangel turned his head to look at his profile. Gabriel leaned back from his reflection, putting his hands on his knees. “And I can still read minds,” he said, watching his lips pull into a smirk. “My ass that nice?” 

“Yes,” Loki said, not looking away from the archangel. “It’ll be easier to fuck you, now that you have a body.”

Gabriel chuckled, standing up from the water to look at the munching deity, whose gaze was still wandering over his new vessel. 

“I don't remember you ever complaining.” 

“Mm.” Loki let out an appreciative hum at the memory of Gabriel's bare grace coursing through his body. “I wouldn't dream of complaining about that, dove,” he said with a lazy smile, popping the last of his berries into his mouth and looking out over the rocky shores. “You'll need it if you're going to be me.” His eyes looked over the boats fishing off the coast. “Physical bodies have their benefits.” 

Gabriel looked to the furs wrapped wound his feet, shifting his weight. The archangel delighted in the sound of rocks crunching under him as he walked towards where the god was resting his back on a fallen log. Loki didn't move, watching the archangel play while he walked. His brows raised at his exaggerated steps as the archangel tested out the texture of the wet sand versus the mud beneath his boots. The celestial meandered closer, only looking up from his feet when Loki sighed at the older being's antics. Gabriel frowned at him, stopping when he was standing over the reclining god. 

“Having fun?” 

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his mocking tone before swinging his leg over Loki's and taking up a seat in his lap. The god didn't move as Gabriel got comfortable sitting on top of him, upper body pressing against his. 

“Yes, but I feel like I could be having more fun,” he taunted, brown eyes looking like gold when grace lit behind them in a silent challenge. 

The god hummed, the thrill of bedding the older being caused his fingers to wrap around Gabriel's waist.

“I think we both could.” 

Loki didn't look away from his smug smile as the archangel experimentally ran the pads of his fingers over his collarbone. 

“That a promise wordsmith?” Gabriel asked, eyes less focused on the god under him and more at the sensation of touch. 

Loki didn't look away from the fascinated being, getting more comfortable against the hard rocks and log with the archangel's weight shifting over his groin. Gabriel didn't pay attention to the deity's nod, bringing his fingers to stroke over his throat. Loki swallowed, delighting in the pleased sound Gabriel made. 

“Just part of the deal,” he answered, allowing Gabriel to feel the soft vibration of his vocal cords. 

“How do you get used to this?” The serious question fell from the archangel's mouth in whispered awe. 

Loki chuckled, eyes closing before opening them half lidded when the celestial shifted closer, mapping out their face on Loki. “Lots of practice, dove.” His hand moved to grip the back of Gabriel's tunic, while the other ran up his spine to the nape of his neck. “I'll teach you, don't worry.” His eyes lit with flecks of pine when Gabriel leaned to his hands as they slid against his skin. “We have time for all your firsts,” he finished guiding him closer and pressing his lips to Gabriel's intending to be all the older being’s firsts.

[woundlingus]

The Heat Of Magic

Rating; Explicit

Fandom; Supernatural

Relationship; Kali/Rowena

Additional Tags; Past Gabriel/Kali, Sex Magic, Tribbing, Orgasm Denial, Magic, Cunnilingus

Summary; Left behind in the bunker while the Winchesters chase after the leads Rowena had given them on where they could find Gabriel, Rowena pulls the string to the one lead that she just can’t seem to crack. She knows there’s Gabriel DNA on the other end of it, but the being she summons is far from a broken down and weakened archangel.

[timbitshockey]

sidgeno?

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[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot. One of them's a catgirl. You're interested?? Read it!! Sarah's a really fun POV to write!

For the Suptober prompts Black Cat and Portrait. Below is the opening:

Sarah Blake looks at the paper-covered painting she'd spent the past three weeks searching for, a glass of wine half-drunk in her hand. The painting is propped against the fireplace, and it looms, as portraits tend to. B, the little black cat that had followed her home from the auction house - the same day as when she got the commission, now she comes to think of it - sits upright next to her legs on the couch, ears twitching away from her fingers whenever she tried to stroke her. 

That's unusual, for this cat. Typically, she'd sprawl out over any available surface, mewl for attention until she got head scratches, and purr contentedly any time Sarah put her hands on her. Now she was stiff, tense. 

The only time Sarah had seen her like that before was when she'd tried to put a collar on her¹, and she'd ended up scratched and bitten so badly she'd had to go to the ER. When she got back, B wouldn't look at her, but kept following her from room to room, hissing if Sarah turned her face to her. Sarah, feeling incredibly guilty, had apologised out loud and showed B that she put the collar in the garbage, only realising after she'd done it that of course a cat wouldn't know what any of that meant. 

Strangely, though, it seemed to work. B had come back purring as soon as the lid closed over the trash. She even licked the bandage over Sarah's cuts, and pushed her head into her hand. 

B's a pretty funny cat overall. She has this unimpressed stare she levels at Sarah for such uncouth behaviour as 'bouncing a toy near her' and 'putting out cat food'². She gave a token grumble whenever Sarah scooped her up like a baby, but would dig her claws in if Sarah tried to put her down again before she was ready. She hops onto the counter when Sarah brings her research home (which is more often than she probably should, but hell, what else has she got to do on a Friday night?) and stares at the papers like she's reading them. More than once, B had put her paw on just the information Sarah had been looking for just after Sarah remarked on how she needed it³. 

"My good luck girl," Sarah had praised, and kissed B's furry little head. B's hackles had gone up from the smooch, but then she seemed to calm herself deliberately, and she flopped over the papers like she'd lost all her bones in a fit of lazy decadence. 

In the present, Sarah swirls her wine and surveys the hidden painting. 

"What do you think is wrong with it, B?" 

She's supposed to burn it. That's what the note said, which she'd found in an envelope taped to the back of the Picasso she'd just purchased. The note had been written in wobbly scratches of biro, addressed directly to her. It was lucky she was adept at reading awful handwriting - in the archiving business, it's essential - because the script was only barely legible. There had been $32,000 dollars in the envelope too. 

The flat out work of the last few weeks had been for the money and the chance at more,  she wasn't going to deny that, but part of it was her overactive curiosity. 

What's wrong with it? Ava's first thought had been haunting. She'd waved her EMF machine at it half heartedly after the delivery guy left, but the needles stayed dissatisfyingly still. She'd bought the thing on Amazon when a friend mentioned cold spots, but it turned out they'd just had a fault in their double glazing⁴. She hasn't heard from them in a while, not directly, but from her Facebook feed she knows that they haven't been murdered in their bed by a malevolent spirit so far. Which is good! Just, well, a little disappointing, is all...

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¹ The collar was baby pink, and had a little bell on the end.

² Sarah's never seen her eat it, but it always disappears by morning.

³ So, she talks to her cat, so what? Before B, she'd talk through her process with her toaster.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

A fuck ton of David Haydn-Jones, Arthur Ketch, for possible fics.

Now they exist…

[densewentz]

Here's to desperately scrambling to get my brain to latch onto a hyperfixation during an absolute Low Point like a frazzled and exhausted parent waving every toy they have in front of a hysterical toddler

[pregstiel]

dagon/kelly!!!!! spn femslash!!!!! women being SO crazy and SO horny!!!!!!!! please check it out :)