#spoiler: the secret is wanting sex with Dean

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I strongly believe that if Cas got put underneath a truth spell he’d cut out his own tongue while TFW figure out how to un-do it, knowing he’ll be able to cure it later.

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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VIII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 5.1k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: irresponsable parent, one suicide thought, nudity, implied bisexual reader, misoginist thoughts, Homelander (!!!!), SMUT, hate/rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talking, some degrading, slight choking, bitchy reader.

Notes: i might wrote more than intended here lmao but the smut is here finally you sinners, give this reader a trophy for the strongest bitch ever to resist soldier boy, well deserved!! hope you like it lol, and thanks for reading as always!!

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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Part VIII: Tamed

2009

"Baby, how was your audition today?" your mother asked once you entered the kitchen.

Your suit was long gone along with the great smile you put on before leaving early that day. But she was different. She was all honey and candy, putting on the happiest face ever. And you knew it wasn't because of you.

"I'm not doing that shit," you spit harshly. This was your way of delivering the news now.

Her eyes widened as she closed the distance between both. You looked down to your feet, not wanting to see her disgusting face. You felt her hands on your shoulders and your body tensed under her touch.

"Why?! This is your dream, honey! You have to do it!"

You quickly pulled away from her.

"No! Mom, you did this to me!" your voice came out loud and shouting. "I just wanted to be normal! But you always influenced me to do this and go after Vought, I don't fucking want that! Those supes are fucking assholes and everything around them is a damn lie!"

She was startled, you could tell that from the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she placed her hand on top of her heart, pretending to be hurted. It was the first time you talked back to her like that.

Since you were a child, you did everything she asked you to. You never complained, never stood up for yourself. You didn't have a choice, nor an opinion that mattered. Your mother picked everything for you. Your clothes, your behavior, your food, your studies, your dreams... Today, you decided it was over. She was over controlling your life.

Your mother scoffed, a sly smile on her lips as she tried to touch your arm softly. Giving a step back, you shook your head saying 'no'. She sighed.

"Honey, this isn't you. And Vought, this is your dream. The Seven are your dream. Now, why don't you go back and-"

"I said no."

You cut off her stupid words with a straight voice. Her smile dropped in a second and you saw her eyes darkening.

"Y/N, this is not what your father wanted for you. We didn't raise you like this," she hissed through her teeth. 

"Don't talk about dad. You don't care about him, you never did. Fuck, you don't care about me!" you raised your voice, fighting the tears in your eyes and the knot on your throat.

You were so sick of being weak. She raised you to be like it. Soft, fragile, compassionate, cute, playing the dumb rich girl with no brain and forcing you to not show your intelligence to others... It was all a façade. It was easier for her to manipulate you if you pretended to be stupid. Since her pregnancy, all you were for her was a cashback. Your father already had an heir, and what could be better if that heir was also part of The Seven, the most powerful supes of the planet. Of course, Vought shares would be higher than ever and your mother would be even more disgustingly rich. And you would be giving everything away for free. It wasn't fair for your selfish mother to suck your life away like this. But in the end, she didn't care.

"I'm not staying here. I'm leaving," you continued, crossing your arms on your chest. "I want my part of dad's inheritance, and I'm gonna be a fucking doctor and show off my brain after decades of hiding it, I've had enough of you stopping me."

"No, no, baby, you can't do this to me–"

"If you don't, I'll sue you and expose you, Vought and Homelander on a fucking trial."

She scoffed. You could see the tears forming on her eyes, but you weren't sure if they were because of you leaving or because you were threatening her money.

"You won't do that. They'll kill you."

"I don't care, I already tried to kill myself. They'd be doing me a favor."

At your confession, her jaw clenched and she tightened her fists.

"Fucking brat. Someday, when you regret running away from me, don't come back. You're just a disappointment for me, ever since you were a stupid child. Everything you are is useless and worthless, and I regret ever putting you in my womb."

Your brows furrowed when she spilled those harsh words, and you fought the urge of hitting her until she passed out.

"Don't think I ever told you, but yeah, you weren't a natural conceive. Yeah, we used his sperm and everything. The point is- I didn't want fucking kids, but your dad, ugh god, he did. And I gave you to him. All I get to say is, I was better without you. Probably if I should've waited just a little, my child wouldn't be a fucking ungrateful piece of shit standing right here," she gave you a grin. A sick one, as her fingers ran through your hair like she used to when you were a little girl.

You wanted to knock her off and run. But you just stood there, biting the inside of your cheek and tasting your own blood as she finally revealed herself to you, her daughter. It was clear you meant nothing to her. And you just wished your dad would be alive. He wouldn't force you into that stupid audition anyway.

"I pity you," she mocked. "But if that's what you wanna do, then leave. And don't you dare to come back."

A loud knock on his door woke him up from a deep slumber. Ben rubbed his eyes, groaning at the stupid sound of your voice calling him from the other side over and over. This was becoming a fucking routine he was starting to hate.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled, removing the blankets off his bare body when the door finally opened and you walked inside, stopping by his side of the bed.

"C'mon, Soldier Boy, get your ass up. You didn't wash the dishes last night."

Ben rolled on the bed and looked at the clock in the nightstand. He grunted. "It's fucking 6 A.M."

"Yes, and I have shit to do before I leave grocery shopping," you said, looking around his room. There were clothes everywhere you knew needed a good wash, an open bag with weed on top of the desk, joints and cigarettes, and a bunch of toilet paper littered on the floor you didn't want to know about. "One of them is watching you to make sure you clean the cave you live in."

Ben groaned, cursing under his breath, but stood up from the mattress with a wide grin. He noticed you always did your best to keep your eyes upon his face. Even if it wasn't the first time you had to see him like this, he enjoyed the way your body and face reacted to his naked form. So he got used to sleeping with no clothes on, knowing you'd always come to get him for breakfast. He could get used to it. Except for the part where he had to clean shit. That's why you were there. It was your fucking task to clean everything. Women's duties. But he had to endure the fucking times.

He got to complain to you every single day, every morning, and it was becoming already part of his routine too. But you somehow forced him to clean shit up and then he had to wait for his food, for his weed, lube and more clothes and shit you brought every time you were out. At some point, he thought he could be used to you feeding him up, but he still had a mission and it didn't matter how many times he had been sneaking into every room in your place, checking inside your office, how many times he had been searching through your bedroom on the drawers and smelling your lingerie, he still found nothing. He was pretty sure there was something else he wasn't really seeing yet. And Homelander on the TV along with those fuckers Victoria and Dakota Bob wasn't making his personal mission any easier, nor having no clue of where this kid Ryan was.

"Put some pants on," you said, interrupting his daydream.

"Whatever," Ben rolled his eyes and walked past you, taking a pair of pants from the carpeted floor.

"God, you're so fucking stoned," you mumbled watching as he dressed himself. "Get this mess cleaned after the dishes, I don't want to greet this shithole every morning."

"And what's in it for me, doll?" he asked, passing by your side and getting inside the bathroom.

He never bothered to shut the door closed while taking a piss, and this was, also, something you got used to seeing and hearing. When he finished, he came back with a smirk, stopping his tracks right in front of you.

"Nothing. There's nothing for you, stop acting like a dog begging for a bone."

"Yeah, well I'd like your pretty bones better.”

He gave you a wink and walked out the bedroom. God, he was so damn annoying. You followed him quickly and climbed down the stairs just to make sure he would start washing the dirty dishes from the last dinner you had.

“Make sure to scrub them correctly,” you said as you looked at how he turned on the sink.

Ben grunted in frustration, looking at you from the corner of his eye. It was always the fucking same with you, giving him directions he already knew the whole time.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m no damn pussy, I can do this without your ass here.”

The way he answered made you grin, getting closer to him until your arm was pressed against his own. “Yeah, I know you’re not stupid. I’m just making sure I’m taming you well.”

Ben’s eyes widened a little, clearly surprised by your boldness but not too much. Because the one who should be taming who, was him towards you. His macho self wouldn’t let a woman treat him like that. It didn’t matter he was hitting on you since the moment he met you in the facility, like doctor and patient. Ben was pretty sure that, besides his own personal payback, you would fall for him eventually. And once you do, because he was pretty sure it’d happen sooner or later, he would give you the best fuck ever. He turned his gaze to you as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you, sweetheart,” Ben warned in a low voice, taking in your figure standing so close to him that your warmth could be felt all along his body. “I don’t wanna screw you yet.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

The sun was almost setting down as you drove back home. It took you more than expected to complete the second shopping trip of the week and you were getting tired and spent. Sleep was becoming a privilege at this point. The past nights you had confined yourself to the lab down the bunker, and just now, you felt the cure was ready. Almost ready. The most important component was missing and you were still considering things you might regret later.

The low sound of the radio accompanied your thoughts as you traveled on the road, and the ways you’d like to tell Soldier Boy about all the mess you were getting into under Grace’s supervision, who had just called two fucking times in days. But part of you was afraid Ben wouldn’t understand the importance of a cure. He was a supe, and without his powers, he was fucking nothing. Just like Homelander. Even if he had made it clear that he hated his own son, you doubted to trust him and you felt the same hateful feeling towards you coming from him. At this point, you knew you were just putting up a stupid act.

And you started wondering if it should’ve been easier if you just let him between your legs and take what he wanted. He was a simple man; he saw a fuckable female, he wanted her. Surely you also knew when a man, woman, or anyone was attractive, but you just didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to feel like he won this battle. It was too fucking much, and you stopped sleeping around with strangers a couple of years back. The problem was, Ben wasn’t a stranger anymore, not to you.

Suddenly, a figure landed a few feet away from you on the highway. You hit the brake of your car as fast as your reflexes allowed you to, seeing red, blue and white. Once your car stopped completely, you met with the last person you’d ever wanted to see. Homelander smiled widely as you locked eyes with him through the windshield. He surrounded the car until he came by your side, standing outside your door. You turned on the flashing lights of the car and turned the engine off, it wasn't like you could escape anyway.

“Nice to see you around, doc,” he greeted.

“Why are you following me?”

“I told you before; I have eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing tightly the wheel between your hands. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be stupid. That cure won’t see the light, I’m making sure of that,” Homelander leaned on your open window and your head moved away slightly as he studied the insides of your car.  “You’re welcome by the way.”

“For what? For trying to kill me? For taking my father’s money for your stupid circus? For touching me?” you hissed.

He chuckled, straightening himself again. “For taking you out, silly.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “So this is your plan in the end.”

“It always has been. I know every move you make, the stores you go each week, I even know where you’re living right now and how you work your ass off that stupid experiment of yours,” his words made you visibly tense and he noticed, like every little reaction coming from you. “How’s the old man doing by the way?” he asked, as if it was just another chat between friends.

“You make me sick.”

“Oh, no. I want you healthy,” Homelander placed a hand on your wrist. “Please eat well and rest enough. Don’t burn yourself out, honey, it's useless.”

You started shaking your head, confusion fogging your mind at the way he talked like he had something prepared for you. “You’re fucked, Homelander,” you whispered.

You were trying to convince yourself more than him, scared of what he would do to you, forcing you into this twisted mouse and cat game. He just smiled widely at your words, laughing under his breath.

“Once I have you under my mercy,” you continued, holding his gaze. “You’re gonna be fucking nothing. I promise you that.”

His hand wrapped around your neck and for a moment you thought he would kill you right there. “I can’t wait to see you try and fail miserably, I’ll enjoy that show. Might become my favorite.”

Homelander let go of his grip roughly, allowing you to breathe again.

“Fuck you,” you spat back.

He chuckled, straightening himself and walking away from your car, giving you a last glance. “Not yet, doctor. Not yet.”

Once back in the spot where he landed, he flew away and you were left alone on the road. No cars, nor people walking could be seen, but it was better that way. Forcing your hands to stop shaking, you turned the engine on again and started to drive back home. Taking your phone out, you made a call, waiting for the other line to answer. You had to act fast and track that motherfucker down, not caring if you were already regretting what you’d do next.

“So, what’s your story?”

His question surprised you more than you could tell. After dinner nights like this were becoming a really weird habit of him talking shit about this stupid century, how things were better back then and how people got dumber with time. But you never thought Soldier Boy would insist on your past, not since the first night you ate together at the same table. You finished your glass of whisky, not sure if answering his question or not.

You shrugged. “I’m not that interesting.”

Ben drank his own liquor down before asking again. “Let me rephrase that: why do you hate Vought so much?”

“Who says I hate them?”

He studied your face for a moment. The look in your eyes told nothing, but your heart rate and your breathing was always enough for him to know you were fucking lying about it. Ben had started to think of many other things you were hiding from him. But even with all that stupid mask covering you, he wanted to have you. Countless times he tried, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Nobody could resist him, you were just another game to play and he was kind of enjoying it.

“All of you. You scream inside that you want to fuck them up,” he answered. “Believe me, I want nothing more than that.”

“Didn’t you have your own payback some months ago?”

“Yes, but you already know that from my file. I’m asking about you now.”

His intense green eyes and the grit on his words caused you to think exactly what to say. You couldn’t hide it anymore, not everything at least.

“My mom. Vought experimented on her when she was pregnant, that’s why I have powers,” you said, dry and straight to the point.

“How?”

You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, not believing he would force you to remember the memories you had been fighting to erase.

“She was paid a huge amount of money. And she hoped her daughter would join Vought someday; she was so wrong about that,” you gave a bittersweet chuckle. “On my eighth birthday, I finally discovered my powers. There was this huge party and a lot of my parent’s rich friends and their kids, whom I didn’t know because I had no friends, were there. And then, I just remember I got overwhelmed by all these people and the attention. I always hated that. And then, my mother couldn’t find me when it was cake time. I was in my room but she couldn’t see me there. Turned out I was invisible… It was the first and the only time I could make my clothes and my shoes disappear with me.”

Ben listened attentively, much to your surprise, as he spoke once again, locking his eyes with yours. “So your powers come from your inner wish of disappearing from your mother’s sight.”

You hummed and nodded your head. “I think that’s a great way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, I'll take it back. They fucked your life too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, and they’re still after you anyway.”

He scoffed. “Those fucking cocksuckers. Also, where the fuck is Grace anyway? All the CIA bullshit?” he asked, quickly changing the topic abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded an answer.

“No news from her apparently, nor any agents.”

“Bullshit, your last call with her was a couple of days ago and you said nothing.”

“Why are you so invested in her? You like her?” you mocked, noticing how his resemblance switched from calm to visibly annoyed. There was no fucking way you’d tell him where she was right now.

“Y’know what I’d like? A fucking reasonable answer from you, that’d be perfect,” he snarled, and you knew he was back being stubborn and childish asking the same fucking shit all the time.

“I don’t know, but when I do I’ll tell you,” you responded after remaining silent under his angry stare.

“You’ve been saying the same shit over and over—”

“Okay, so tell me what you want. You want Homelander. Good, and then what?”

He held your stare, you noticed he was trying to keep himself down. “The kid.”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, the fucking brat.”

His hard eyes were not lying and you argued back on it.

“You can’t do that, there has to be another way.”

“Fucking tell me where it is. ‘Cause I see nothing!” he shouted, his voice booming all over the room. “That fucking pussy and his fucking team, they all had him right there. And in a second, Butcher just backed up! I could’ve done it already and we wouldn’t be here, playing dollhouse.”

Spilling the truth was no option right now. He was stupidly pissed right now. But you knew it was cruel to hunt a kid down just because his father had put him into the spotlight thanks to his powers. Ben, on the other hand, was blinded by his hatred towards Homelander, and you knew he was a man of his word. He was more than able to kill Homelander and the boy for a deal, one that was broken because of a weak moment coming from Butcher. Even for your morally gray head, killing Ryan was not an option. At least not now. You hated Homelander, but you probably understood Butcher more than you’d like to admit. Soon, you would think about a plan; where to put the kid after injecting the anti V.

“Let me give you a lead when I can,” you said.

“Tell me why should I trust you.”

“It’s your choice, honestly. Probably you shouldn’t, but I may give you something sooner or later.”

Without waiting for his response, you took the empty dishes to the sink, and Ben followed you with his eyes, taking in the softness of your exposed skin through the short summer dress. He liked the way the fabric hugged your curves and how it fell over your legs, inviting him to have a taste. Ben noticed you putting on shorts and dresses more often the last few days, and he was thankful for the hot weather to be able to see you like this. The past nights, he had jerked off with you in mind, wondering when he’d be the man to put you in place. Perhaps he just needed to try again.

He got on his feet as you talked, but none of the things coming out of your mouth were important as he put his weight behind your body, his hands roaming over your arms before you got to start washing the dirty plates.

“Do you not get tired of trying?” you breathed out.

You felt his rough hands caressing your arms, before moving down your waist, pressing your ass against the bulge growing on his pants. He smiled to himself once he heard the loud gasp coming from your mouth.

“Just tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he whispered, placing his lips down your neck, nipping softly at your sensitive skin, as he massaged your flesh, going to the curve of your ass.

“And when you get this, what?” you asked, turning around to meet his dark eyes. He was practically devouring you with his stare. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him hot, looking at you like that, as if you were the last and only meal that could end his greedy hunger.

He smiled, and whispered cockily against your lips. “You can always ask me for a second round.”

Fuck it.

You captured his lips in an impatient kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip with urgency as you tasted the whisky from his mouth, your breaths mixing and panting as he lifted you up without further effort. Ben walked towards the countertop in the middle of your kitchen, placing you on the surface as he spread your legs. You welcomed him closer, feeling his hands traveling freely under the thin fabric of your dress, feeling the softness of your legs, your inner thighs, until he rubbed over your panties. You let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers found your folds and you held tightly against the corner of the countertop.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he growled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s been a while, ohfuck!”

A shiver ran down your spine as he stretched your pussy with one thick finger, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, sucking and nipping on your skin. Your walls fluttered as he pumped in and out, and your hips set a move on its own. He hissed against your skin as he worked you open and ready for his hard cock, growing excitedly in his pants. A second finger slipped in and you clenched.

Ben smirked and you felt the burning feeling of his beard as he kissed your shoulder. You wondered how he’d feel between your legs, bruising your inner thighs with his big hands and the burning of his facial hair. The frantic fucking from his fingers pushed you to the edge, moaning and panting for air as his thumb played with your clit. You gripped on his forearms, looking for something to hold on tight as you reached that sweet high.

“Fuck, you did so well,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. He brought his wet fingers to your lips and you complied, opening your mouth. You licked his fingers, locking your eyes with his. “Wonder what twirls your pretty mouth has for me,” Ben pushed his fingers further, making you gag for a bit. “I’ve been thinking of hundreds of ways of finally holding your tongue with my cock.”

His other hand wrapped your neck, as he forced you to suck his fingers harder, hitting your gag reflex over and over. He discovered he loved hearing your breathy sounds and the dirty look in your eyes while you sucked his digits. When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, you took in a deep breath, but the grip on your neck grew tighter as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’ll have to go down on me first if you want my mouth,” you whispered against his lips.

Ben could hear your heart racing, and he was sure you got all dizzy and bothered just by his hand. “Oh, is that so?” he rasped.

You rolled your eyes, growing impatient. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me hard?”

And there it was. They’d always beg for him in the end. He smiled down at you, loosening the grip around your throat. “With pleasure.”

His hands wasted no time in getting rid of your dress, discarding your panties and your bra ripping them in half. You moaned when his palms groped on your tits, playing with your nipples and squeezing them harshly. God, you were getting wet again just by the feeling of his mouth biting on your soft buds. Quickly, you reached for his pants, touching his hard cock over the fabric. Ben growled, feeling the softness of your palm stroking him gently. Good choice not wearing anything underneath. Your other hand tugged at his shirt until it was discarded over the floor, his pants following after.

He got you off the countertop so your feet were on the ground, and turned you swiftly, laying you down on your chest on the cold surface. He massaged the sides of your hips, running down his palms over your ass with a hiss.

“Now this is quite a view.”

You moaned as his fingers played with your entrance. “Fuck, Ben, just do it already.”

“Shit, doll, I love when you beg.”

He stroked his cock with your juices before aligning with your pussy, slowly sliding in your wet heat. He stretched you out inch by inch, and you became a whimpering mess. After a moment of staying still balls deep in your wet core, he snapped his hips against your ass, setting a brutal pace. Loud moans and screams escaped your throat. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You knew your fingers stopped being enough each time you needed sweet release, and probably you would regret him fucking you later, but right now you didn’t care. His fingers inside your cunt, the way he would handle your body like a feather just for his disposition and to get off with, and now his cock filling you up was becoming too much. But you loved it.

Soldier Boy felt too good inside you, fucking your brains over and over. His hands bruising your hips, groping the flesh of your ass and breasts, as he pounded into you, everything was like heaven and you were sure you’d be spent once it was over. His dark, lusty eyes memorized every inch of your body and the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. The kitchen was filled with your whimpers and his animalistic growls, mixed with the sound of his skin hitting against your own. He hit on that sweet spot repeatedly, making your walls clench around his cock.

“Jesus, you’re coming pretty quickly today,” Ben teased under his breath, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling your back against his muscular chest. “Wait for me, doll,” he whispered in your ear, satisfied on how fucked out and desperate you were underneath.

“Do it fast, you asshole! Fuck!”

Your pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock as he hit your spot again. With a loud moan, you finally reached the climax you longed for so long, and took his deep, rough thrusts as he fucked you through bliss. His name escaped your throat countless times, coming down from your high. Ben growled, your orgasm and the spasms of your cunt triggered his own, and he finally released himself inside your tight pussy.

And how good it felt to finally have you there, begging and crying for his cock. It was so much better than his own imagination, and he took in great pleasure on fucking the brat out of you. He continued bucking his hips until his white seed started leaking down your thighs, and finally stopped. The only sound in the room being your tired breaths.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, feeling his grip on your scalp softening.

He sucked on your neck one last time with a cocky grin on his lips. “I told you I’d be a great fuck, sweetheart.”

“I wish you could shut up for once,” you answered back, looking at him from your side, and feeling his cock softening inside you. “I might have my methods.”

He bucked his hips one more time. A whimper escaped past your lips as he pulled you back against his chest in a swift motion, his fingers traced your neckline. “So do I, doll.”

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Masterlist

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

I Fucked Your Wife (Smut) (Hannibal’s Version) Will's Wife and Hannibal do the unspeakable while he's in prison.

Just One Date Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.

Wife (Smut) Hannibal and Will have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

Older Men Do It Better (Smut) Y/N can’t seem to find guys that satisfy her needs, so Hannibal offers to help her.

Busy (Smut) Y/N is horny but Hannibal is busy

Sex in the rain (Smut) Y/N loves the rain and when Hannibal comes home, they have sex in the rain.

Hannibal Obsessed with his Patient (Smut) bullet points of Hannibal being obsessed with his patient

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Getting Hannibal Drunk (Bullet Points) Y/N and Will decided to get Hannibal drunk.

Hannigram + Y/N playing UNO (Bullet Points) Y/N introduces UNO to Hannibal

Will’s sister Will’s sister and Hannibal take a liking towards each other.

Different Universes (Smut) Y/N ends up in the Hannibal universe and Hannibal falls for her

Which One (Drabble) They both like Y/N and when she finds out she was to choose one.

Jealousy looks hot on you (Smut) Hannibal gets jealous after Mason flirts with Y/N.

Dr. Y/L/N (Smut) Y/N is Hannibal’s doctor while he’s in prison.

Give Him A Chance Alana tries to get Y/N and Hannibal together even though Y/N doesn’t like him.

Hannibal and Y/N trying for a baby Hannibal and y/n want a baby

One Touch (Drabble) Y/N finds out her cousin’s therapist is her soulmate

Fantasize (Smutty) Hannibal pleasures himself thinking about Y/N

Will Graham

I Fuck Your Wife (Smut) (Will’s Version) Hannibal is in prison and Will and his wife hook up.

Hannibal’s Innocent Friend (Smut) Will meets Hannibal's friend that doesn't have a lot of experience and Will would like to change that.

The Twist Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.

Submissive (Smut) Will overhears Y/N telling Hannibal that Will is too submissive in bed.

Choose (Smut) Hannibal and Y/N fight over Will.

Affair (Smut) Y/N cheats on Hannibal with Will but Hannibal doesn't give the reaction they thought he would.

Baltimore (Series) (Smut) Will and his wife plan to take Hannibal’s house. Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Teacher’s Pet (Smut) Will is doing one of his student’s but nobody knows.

Wife (Smut) Will and Hannibal have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

The Pact Y/N and Will made a pact when they were 6 years old

Best Friend (Smut) Will catches Y/N masturbating to him

Virgin Will (Smut) (Bullet Points) Will is a virgin and Y/N wants to be the one that takes his virginity

The Note Y/N finds out that Will is cheating on her with Hannibal

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Drunk (Drabble) Y/N is drunk and has a secret

Getting Hannibal Drunk (Bullet Points) Y/N and Will decide to get Hannibal drunk

Hannigram + Y/N playing UNO (Bullet Points) Y/N introduces UNO to Hannibal

Back Of The Classroom (Smut) Will fingers Y/N in the back of the classroom while her father and Jack are talking.

Which One? (Drabble) They both like Y/N and when she finds out she has to choose.

Sneaking Around (Drabble) Y/N and Will are sneaking around until Freddie sees them and threatens them.

Animal Kingdom

Barry "Baz" Blackwell

Fuck You (Smut) Baz and Y/N have a lot of tension between them but Baz is married. Spoilers for the ending of Season 2!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Older (Smut) Y/N has a crush on Dean but he’s 20 years older than her.

You’ve Never What? (Smut) Y/N has never rode anyone’s face and Dean is shocked about it.

Cas

Experience (Smut) Y/N has feelings for Cas but when he catches on she avoids it.

The Boys

Homelander

Assistant (Smut) Y/N is Homelander’s assistant and he has feelings for her but doesn’t know how to show it.

Bully Y/N bullies Homelander

Obsessed with Homelander (Smut) (bullet points) Bullet points of Y/N being obsessed with Homelander

Breastfeeding with Homelander (Smut) Homelander wanting to suck milk out of his wife’s breasts.

Forget Homelander loses his memory

The Bet (Smut) Homelander and Y/N make a bet that ends sexually

What if Y/N had powers and Homelander didn’t? (Bullet points)

Homelander dating a member of The Boys (Bullet Points)

Fake Dating Homelander (Drabble) Y/N and Homelander have to fake date to get ratings up.

Using Homelander For Your Own Pleasure (Drabble) (Smut) Y/N using Homelander for her own pleasure

Innocent (Smut) Y/N is the newest member of the seven and Homie takes interest in her.

Homelander and Billy being obsessed with Y/N

Future A new Supe that can see the Future joins the Seven but the future isn’t what anybody expected

Both Of You (Smut) Y/N, Billy and Homelander fuck

Clingy Homelander headcons

Soldier Boy

His Dad (Smut) Homelander cheats on Y/N with Storm Front so she sleeps with a handsome stranger

The Getter (Smut) Soldier Boy wants Y/N but she’s already hooking up with another member of the boys

Better Soldier notices that Homelander is mean to his wife

Sexist (Drabble) Ben is sexist and Y/N can’t stand it.

Mother of America Y/N and Ben have a son that they weren’t aware of.

Billy Butcher

Beard (Drabble) Y/N wants to see Billy without his beard

Innocent (Smut) Y/N is the youngest member of The Boys and has no experience. Billy would like to change that.

You’re A Supe Y/N is a supe so Billy hates her until she saves his life

Used (Smut) Billy uses Y/N to get what he wants but that plan backfires when he falls in love with her.

Homelander and Billy being obsessed with Y/N

Both Of You (Smut) Y/N, Billy and Homelander fuck

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Jedi Code (Smut) Y/N has dirty thoughts about her master when she knows she shouldn’t.

Challengers

Patrick Zweig

Jealousy (Smut) Y/N and Patrick both get jealous.

Pregnant with Patrick’s baby (Drabble) Y/N is pregnant with Patrick’s baby but is with Art.

Want Art wants Patrick’s wife. Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Six Seven

Cheater Patrick cheats on Y/N, Tashi cheats on Art Part Two Part Three

You Still Want Me? (Smut) Even after 13 years Patrick still wants her.

You Belong With Me Y/N is in love with Patrick but is convinced he doesn’t feel the same

Egotistical (Drabble) Y/N gets a tennis coach and it happens to be the most egotistical guy she’s ever met.

Patrick and Y/N having a baby

Whimpers (Smut) Y/N gets turned on by Patrick’s moans while he plays Tennis but doesn’t tell him for 13 years

Trapped (Smutty) Y/N is in love with Patrick but when she thinks that he doesn’t like her she starts hooking up with Art.

Art Donaldson

Pathetic Y/N loves Art but he loves Tashi even though she’s using him.

Cheater Patrick cheats on Y/N and Tashi cheats on Art Part Two Part Three

5 Minutes (Smut) Y/N tells Art she will be back in 5 minutes but he gets concerned when she takes longer

Leave My Wife Alone (Drabble) Y/N wants to Retire but Tashi isn’t okay with that.

Whimpers (Smut) Y/N gets turned on by the noises that Art makes during Tennis

Trapped (Smutty) Y/N is in love with Patrick but when she thinks that he doesn’t like her she starts hooking up with Art.

[sunshine-theseus]

warning: heartbreak high season2 spoilers

i thought while i'm making my comeback i'll talk about a bunch of different shit like chelsea games and the way sharn freier is literally a star girl and now she's not my team's secret anymore.

BUT the 2nd season of Heartbreak High (if you are or aren't australian, please watch it. it's so good. it's on netflix) came out yesterday and i've already finished it and i have so many thoughts.

first off how the fuck did rowan manage to bag malakai and amery of all people. i'm sorry but this motherfucker rocks up in term 2, a new kid, dressed like dean winchester with the hair of sam winchester and 2 of the hottest people at Hartley, who were a couple mind you, fall in love with him. i have to congratulate the writers on actually understanding what a love triangle is though; instead of making it a love... line? also i took a complete stab in the dark about him hallucinating his brother not long into watching it and i was right :D

BI MALAKAI YOU WILL CATCH ME SOBBING IN THE CORNER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

this may be hot take, but i can't stand the way darren can't take accountability for their actions. they absolutely came for quinni's throat when she expressed her feelings and told her that the world can't revolve around her and accommodate all her needs... the world can't always accommodate quinni... a queer, autistic woman... and then they don't even actually apologise for what they said to her? and then they seek out an old hook up to have sex when cash comes back from the last "mission" with chook. should cash have done it without telling them? no. was it the right thing to do? no. but going to hook up with someone WHEN YOU'RE STILL IN A RELATIONSHIP?? and then calling it drama?? fucking wild idk

i don't know how i feel about the spider redemption arc they tried to do, but fucking hell did voss piss me the fuck off. dude shut the fuck up, if you want to be taken seriously maybe don't wear a lycra body suit to work. i can't be mad about spider trying to be a better person but i don't like that they made him take a fucking huge jump back when missy said it wasn't going to work, or that the reason he was like that was because he had a hyper-feminist mum. she was horrendous trying to use missy to try and "fix him" and missy ate calling that artwork out for being fake. speaking of, missy is so strong minded, why the fuck did they make her fold for sasha's "people like him can't change" spiel, didn't even think, instantly agreed. sasha was so annoying

i kind of wish harper didn't drop the case, but i think it was something that took a lot of courage. the way woodsy taught her to drive and was so excited when she passed the test - tears were shed. i like harper and ant together i think? but i kind of wish they let it play out longer (this is me assuming there will be a third season)

uhh i can't think of much else, feel free to add.

[spnfanficpond]

November/December 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Five-Finger Discount by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This story is so smartly written - so many fantastic descriptions and lines of dialogue and it flows so beautifully. I didn’t want it to end. If you don't already have an obsession with Dean's hands, you will by the end of this fic.

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Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium

A New Form by Kenophobia (AO3)

I'm nominating this story because it introduced me to a new tag I really like now: "Shapeshifter Dean" Sam is bossy (and Dean actually obeys!) Bobby is in there! John dies! And other cool things I don't want to spoil. Also, it's gen.

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Said the Salmon to the Sea by @bendingsignpost

A mesmerizing (or mermaid-rising?) Dean-centric story about change, about the fact that it comes whether we want it to or not, and how the heck we deal with it. “If this is as far as we can go, it’s as far as we can go,” Dean says with a heavy shrug. Slowly, Sam says, “It’s as far as I can go.” “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

The Angel of Emetgis V by Kayliemanlinza (AO3)

I read this as part of the Dean/Cas Reversebang 2022 (with beautiful art by @missaceriee) and the concept of true-form Castiel as an alien meeting "grease-monkey" Dean in deep space is compelling as much as how love is expressed between species. (Here is the original DCRB post that made me discover the story)

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw

This story was written for me for the Secret Santa hosted on the Pond. It's a lovely fic with Ketch/GN!Reader, something there kind of is a lack of (both with GN and Male reader inserts). And like, also with Ketch lol it was a really nice pick-me-up as I'm not having the best of times right now, and it made me read an author I didn't know before, so it's a win-win Situation!

Follow That Car! by Mrs_SimonTam_PHD (AO3)

A really nice, short Ketch/Dean story with a side of murder. "I wish to fuck you, Dean" is forever embedded in my brain.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Spotless by @stusbunker

This is a Dean x reader AU with SO MUCH DELICIOUS PINING!!!! And now Bela's involved! And the reader gets to watch Dean and Bela make heart eyes at each other!! SO MUCH YUMMY ANGST!!!

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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

Care and Feeding by foolishgames (AO3)

Sam is somehow turned into a cat. The best stories are the first and last ones if you are not an S/D reader, then can be read as mostly Gen.

Dissecting the Bird by nigeltde (AO3)

♥♥♥ Just right.

The Witch and the Wolfen by meus_venator (AO3)

I love everything about this story- meus has an amazing talent and this is one I reread often- plus, it just got a second story!

Sounds Like Truth Feels Like Courage by Sprinkle888 (AO3)

Well-written SPN story. Gen, no pairing, but it doesn’t need one. Sam binds them together with some MoL magic rings and finding out how they work is a riot. Some angst, temp character death, but ends happily. 10/10 recommend. Also posted on my Tumblr.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Slither by Tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this story! The show of cultural differences between Dean and Castiel that even the reader will miss the cues. Lol! The conversation about sex was hilarious especially since Dean doesn’t ask. 😂 Wait until you read the word “clasp”. Poor Dean. Look up the word: hemipene. This stems all the hilarity in the fic. Just wait. Just wait. It’s hilarious!! SPOILER: Castiel is a naga refugee that is half human and half beautiful snake, and Sam basically “adopted” him as a charity project that turns into Dean’s charity project that ends up making him very happy very quickly.

Rubber Duckie Boots by Hexentaenzerin (AO3)

This such an adorable meet-cute. I love it! I also love that Dean wears rubber duckie boots while videoing carpet cleaning videos for his business, which Castiel absolutely loves to watch. Just can’t get enough of seeing Dean in those boots. Castiel even buys a rug to try to get Dean to notice him. **squee** It’s great! The ending is so Dean and Castiel. ❤️❤️❤️

Weighted by Tiamatv and amireal (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. I admit I wish there was more especially with Dean exploring this new aspect of himself and with Castiel. Curious to see what their bumps in the road are and how they handle it.

Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind by Fathersalmon (AO3)

First, this is smut. Second. It is fucking hilarious! I rarely find crack in smut. You have to read this hilarity. Dean’s sassy mouth is just amazing in this while Castiel just ignores him. ���� If you want to laugh, read this!

Firelight Glow by bleuzombie (AO3)

I just love how it progresses and the ending is great though. It’s so sweet and fluffy. Their connection is so tangible the reader can feel it like the characters do. It also has Trans Dean Winchester, which I always love to read, especially by @bleuzombie who knows how to write them so authentically and truthfully.

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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester

Stray Hearts by blujay44 (AO3)

It's definitely a weird one, but I really like how fluffy it is. Really, though, it's weird... but it's a feel-good one, especially when Jensen comforts Jared.

Pastiche (orphaned work on AO3)

This is literally one of my favorite SPN fics ever. I reread it a lot. Features Autistic!Jensen and loveable goldenretriever Jared who just wants to get to know his neighbor.

Flash by ellia (AO3)

Short, sweet, almost possessive... Also features my two favorite boys: Jensen and Christian.

For the Taking by veronamay (AO3)

Steamy, sexy, bdsm, Jared and Jensen. What more could you ask for??

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Son by @kittenofdoomage

I really love the idea of Sam and Dean being the bad guys! The story as a whole is so goood!

Blood and Honey by @kittenofdoomage

Dark!Winchesters are my favorite kind of tropes! This is such a great story, very well written!

Baklavas For Your Birthday by @cloverhighfive

This is very cute!!!

Muddy Soul by @impala-dreamer

This is so good! Its very dark at times and you absolutely need to mind the tags! But this is such a great series!

Strangers by @smellingofpoetry

Very cute story!! I liked it!!!

I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine by @heavenssexiestangel

Very cute! Very fluffy!!!! I liked it!!!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 5,854

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural, the boys being mean to y/n, love spells

Chapter seven: Sex and violence

Y/n's POV

I was on my way back from getting some coffee and doughnuts for my brothers and I because there was no way that we wouldn't stop for these anyway. So, I thought I might as well get it out of the way and save some time and let my brothers sleep as much as they could considering the last few weeks. I was also wondering how Cas was doing. I haven't seen him these last few weeks. I kind of wished I had, just being around him somehow makes me be calmer and that's important with the stressful job I have. I hope he didn't get in trouble for when he hesitated to knock me out or that he's not hurt when Alastair almost pulled a uno reverse on him. I wish he could have a damn phone so I'm not worrying half of the time. 

As I open the motel room door, I make sure to be extra quiet to not wake Sam and Dean. I look to the beds and see Dean in one but not Sam. Then I hear his voice from the bathroom. “Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing.” Demon signs? Who was he talking to this early in the morning? I was sure it was not Bobby because I knew he just got done with a pretty nasty werewolf case and was properly sleeping off the beer and coffee along with exhaustion. I try to stand still to not warn Sam then I hear sheets moving and look to see Dean awake listening to the same interesting conversation. “Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK? All right. Talk soon.” 

Sam finished and was coming out of the bathroom. I ran back to the door to make it look like I had just got back and slammed the door loud. “Hey guys I got coffee and doughnuts for us.” I said placing the drinks and food down on the table trying to sound normal. They both kind of looked at it like I had just gotten a five-star steak meal. They both come over grabbing some joe and a pastry. “Thanks Y/n/n” Dean said, stuffing his face with sprinkles falling out as a result. “Yes, thank you Y/n” Sam replied, grabbing a cup of joe and got a half of a doughnut with him being a health nut and all. “So, were you both sleeping?” I asked, trying not to seem obvious. “Dean was, I was in the can.” “Really” Dean and I both replied. 

“Yeah guys, you want me to draw you a picture?” “Nah We’ll pass I think.” I said sitting on the bed trying not to think about the secret convo in the bathroom. “Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer.” Sam said, handing us a newspaper about the story. “Oh my gosh.” “And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married.” “Once is sad and disturbing but three is a pattern.” I said looking at the man in the picture looking very happy with his now very dead wife. “Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet.” Dean said, grabbing the newspaper from me. “More like The Shining.” Sam replied with a smirk. “All right, well I guess we'd better have a look.” Dean said moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day and me failing to not think about who the Hell was Sam talking to.

Currently we were sitting in the integration room with the man of the hour. He kept on ignoring eye contact like he was ashamed to look at us. “Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer.” “They're lining up the firing squad.” Dean replied, staring the man in the eyes. “I'm pleading guilty.” He said back to us. “All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all.” “Mr. Benson. Please.” I said trying a softer approach with him. “What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me.” Well, there is another reason to not to date. “Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?” Sam asked. “Like something was telling you or possessed you to do it?” I said. “I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear.” He replied with no stuttering, it was chilling. “Then why'd you, do it?” Dean asked. “I don't know. I loved her. We were happy.” I brought some papers out on the table of his bank statements and tapped on them. “For a man who loved his wife you were sure spending a lot of secret money on 'M & C Entertainment'.” “I don't know what you're talking about.” Come on dude you murdered your wife the least you can do is tell the truth. 

“It means you were dropping fifties on some nude entertainment.” “We just wanna know the truth, Mr. Benson.” Sam added in. “Her name was Jasmine.” Like the Disney princess? “She was a stripper?” Sam questioned. “Dude, her name was Jasmine.” Dean said matter of factly. “I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was. She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted.” “Well, you pay enough, and anybody will be anything.” Dean said and he was not wrong. “It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I....I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain.” It sounds like this man was down bad for this princess. “And your wife found out?” I asked curious. “No, she never had a clue.” “Then why'd you kill her?” “For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was…” Dead, damn whatever this is it really wants to be the only woman. “Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet, and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot.” He is but this was not all his fault I have inkling that something else was at play than good sex. “And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?” Sam questioned. “What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself.”

Sam and I are going to go talk to the head doctor to hopefully get some answers while Dean was finding if the other men had matched with Bensen’s spending. As we walked in the office the doctor was taking some Advil. “Rough night?” Sam questioned. “Fun night. Rough morning.” She said while rubbing her forehead. “Can I help you?” She asked us and I replied. “Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Ross, Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?” “Far as I know.” “You do some work with the Sheriff's department?” Sam asked. “Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task.” “We have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if we sit?” Sam asked for us. “Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder.” I said, referring to the men. “Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?” “You handled their work-ups, right?” She nodded her head. “Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special.” “Fun right” I said, trying to add to the conversation because I sensed that the doctor and Sam were giving each other the look.

“He he I’m sorry. Did you find anything?” I asked moving away from my awkward moment. “Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems.” That would make sense. “What about the husbands?” “Can I....see your badges again?” she asked, and we both pull them out again. She gives Sam’s a real good hard look while she barely glances at mine. “There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men.” She said as she pulled out their files. “What showed?” I asked while looking at the file. “Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high.” “Ahh. Oxytocin?” “Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex.” 

“People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course, it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal.” I wouldn't know but Sam would. As I looked up from the file Sam and Cara were smiling at each other with that look while they kind of forgot that I was right next to them. Then Dean entered which is good because it was getting awkward for me. “What'd I miss?” “Um Doctor this is our other partner, Agent Murdoch.” I said introducing them. Then Dean went into his Dean flirt mode. “Please, "Agent" sounds so formal. You can call me Dean.” He said holding out his hand and she took his hand and held it for like two seconds and let go. Wow I don't think I have ever seen this before. Usually, women are all over him and even sometimes get mad at me for being next to him. 

“I'm Doctor Roberts.” Then she turned back to Sam. “So, um, can I help you with anything else?” “Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this…” “Oxytocin.” “Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?” “Nothing that I've ever seen.” “OK. That's it. Thanks Doc.” As he finishes, we go to leave the office and Sam stops to tell her. “By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover.” Sammy going for it, good for him. “Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here.” She replied back smiling. “Dude, you totally C-blocked me.” Dean told Sam. yeah sure Dean let's go with that.

The three of us are now going to the car. “So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?” Sam asked Dean about the others. “One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day.” Now that's what I call commitment. “Nude girls?” I questioned. “A club called 'The Honey Wagon'.” Very on the nose I see. “These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?” “Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick.” “So, is there a secret princess stripper operation going on?” “Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.” Like build your own sex doll factory. “Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives.” Sam said being right and a little bit funny. “You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell.” “Exactly what I was thinking I mean usually girls will just take the money and be happy with that but whatever this is it wants devotion that comes from love and for them that means murdering that woman containing the man's life.” I agreed with Sam. “Sure seems that way.” Dean replied back. “Which caused them to become totally psychotic.” “Absolutely.” 

As we entered the strip club, I felt I had at least a dozen pair of eyes landing on me, half of them wanting to see me up on the stage and the other half seeing if I was here to bust them for cheating. “We’re looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel.” Dean said to the manager as his eyes wandered to the stage. “You seriously think those names mean anything to me?” He said almost annoyed also he was eyeing me up and down. “One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about…” I said getting his memory going hopefully. “You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake…” He said, referring to the chest area. “You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers.” Dean said to him. “Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.” “Sir, three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird? Or at least to raise a little concern.” I said to him. 

“Sweetheart, I think that's super-friggin' weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem. And if it turns out one of my employees is a murderer coordinator, I’ll have a spot open. You could have it, you know, if the FBI doesn't work out. I know it's a lot of work for women.” I almost pulled out my gun right there, but I held myself back and Dean looked the same. “Agent, could you go get us some drinks? I got this.” I said turning to Dean and he gave me a look of are you sure and I looked back, yes. “Sir I am just fine in my job, and I will take on more weight in my life then you will ever do in your long single life. Your workers work hard for themselves, and their families and they deserve respect as does anyone and they aren't just objects that you can talk about so carelessly. Next time you want to make a comment like that in front of me I just want you to remember I have a Glock on my side.” I finished walking away leaving him shocked and a little afraid. I walk over to the boys getting to the table and downing my drink I needed to after dealing with that little gremlin.

“Y/n I think he peed himself a little … good job!” Dean said high fiving me. “Just another day another mean person taken down any luck with Bobby?” I asked Sam. “A little. We officially have a theory.” “What’s that?” Dean and I both ask. “Siren.” Ohh that makes sense. “Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?” Dean said surprising Sam but not me. I knew Dean was smarter than he let people know. “Hey, I read!” He said offended at Sam's look. “Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.” “Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie.'” Dean responded. “Ha good one but I think Sam means more of allure like a promise of perfection.” “

So, they shake their thing and the guy's zombie out.” “Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces.” Sam added back in. “Sounds like Adam and his buddies.” Dean said back. “exactly” “Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?” “So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?” Dean said confirming it. “Like Disney princesses” I said back. “Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.” “So, it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?” “Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.” “So, uh how do we kill it?” I ask. “Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out…” “How the hell are we gunna find it? It could be anybody.” 

Dean and I were waiting in the motel room for Sam getting info on the new guy and looks like he left his phone. Dean picks it up. “Dean, come on, maybe we should ask him.” “Y/n with everything that has been going on this past year do you think he would tell the truth.” He doesn’t let me answer and dials the number anyway and puts the phone on speaker. “Hey, Sam.....Sam?... You there...?” Guess who was on the other line my best friend Ruby. We both look at each other in disbelief and he quickly hangs up the phone as Sam comes back in. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.” He said walking in the room. “You get in to see him?” Dean asked him, sounding like he was trying not to punch him. “Yep. He brought home a stripper named Belle. Couple hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.” “Wait, he killed his mom?” “The woman he was closest too.” Then Sams phone rang. “Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone.” I said handing it to him. He gave me weird look. “Hey Bobby.” “Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?” 

“Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker.” He puts the phone on the table for all of us to hear. "It says you need "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song". “What the hell does that mean?” I ask. “You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.” “Best guess?” “Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.” “And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Supernatural STD.” “Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine…” “It will kill her.” I said finishing Bobby’s sentence. “Like a snake getting iced by its own venom.” “So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?” Dean said thinking it was going to be that easy. “Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.” Sam looked like he was thinking. “I think I might have an idea.” He said talking about the blood if we could see it and maybe he could see the doctor again. “Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.” We left ready to go to the hospital and me wanting to talk to Sam about Ruby before Dean would blow up about it. 

“Dr. Roberts.” Sam said to Cara. “Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?” Yup they are definitely feeling each other out. “Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high...you know...oxytocin?” “Do you still have them?” I ask. “Mm-hmm.” “Good, we need them.” Dean replied a little rude there. “What for?” She asked. I was about to answer when this handsome man walked up to us in a suit and tie. “Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” “Yeah?” “Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.” Dean said, pulling out his FBI badge and then so did the man. “Yeah, so am I, pal.” Oh, shit it was a real agent and a cute one at that. “Doc, can you give us a sec, please?” Sam said to Cara. “Sure.” She said backing away. “What's your name?” Dean asked very rudely you know if you're going to fake being an FBI agent you should probably not be a dick to a real one.

“Nick Munroe. What's yours?” I answered before they started to pull out to measure. “I am special agent Y/n Ross, and these are my partners Sam Stiles, Dean Murdoch.” “Y/n that's a pretty name.” Damn it am I blushing I think I’m blushing. “Thanks, I like yours too” What is going on with me? “What office are you from?” Sam stepped in. “Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders.” “You?” He asked and felt like he was looking at me when he said it. I felt like I was in middle school again.”D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us.” Dean answered. “Oh, which AD?” “Mike Kaiser.” “What are your badge numbers?” He asked. “You're kidding, right?” “Dean he's just doing his job here you can call our AD and we can sort this out maybe we can even work together.” I said the words before I could even register them. No, I don't want Nick to be around us to find out that we’re not real FBI agents, but I can't stop talking. 

I handed him the card and he took it out of my hand, but he also grabbed it slowly and I got pulled a little with it. He went over to the corner to call our “AD” aka Bobby cooking. While they both turned to me. “Y/n are you serious right now?”  Sam said to me. I get upset at that. “What you Dean are the only ones allowed to date. Is it because he's a real agent and that he's threatening your power.” I said to them, and they were both shocked I was a little too. “No of course not-” “Good then he can help us and don't worry I won't let him really know what's really going on I'm not Dean of how he bangs a girl for a couple months and then tells the family secret to.” I finished referring to Cassie from a couple years ago who Dean really did love. I knew that was a bitch thing to say but for some reason I didn't really care at that moment. “Y/n -” “I'm sorry, guys.” Nick said, walking back to us. “That's okay Nick you were just doing your job.” I said, smiling softly. As my brothers stood there both were wondering what was going with their sister. “Where are you at with this?” He asked us. 

“Where are you at with this?” Dean asked trying to suss out how much Nick really knew. “Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork.” I jumped again at the opportunity to talk to him. “We we’re too great minds think alike huh? But it turns out to be a dead end sadly.” “Oh yeah? But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers.” “Oh my gosh, that is so smart Nick.” “Thank you Y/n. Get this they were all banging strippers.... from the same club.” “You don't say!” Dean said with a sarcastic undertone. “What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?” “YES, I mean yes we definitely should investigate.” I said getting closer to him. “Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves…” Dean starts to say but Sam stops him. “You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec. Come here.” Sam brings Dean over to the corner. While Nick and I talk.

“Dude, you gotta stay with him.” Dean did not want to do that. “What?” “Keep him outta the way. Also, to keep an eye on Y/n there is something wrong with her.” They both look to Nick and I giggling up a storm and as I kept on touching Nick on the shoulder which if I do like guy, I don't do that. “Yeah, okay what are you going to do?” “I'm gonna do the blood samples.” “What the hell am I supposed to do with him?” “Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there! And try to keep Y/n away from him.” Dean thought if I can as he looked over to me just staring at Nick like he was the messiah. 

Dean, Nick and I were back at the strip club and the two men currently are going off on each other of music knowledge. “Nobody's Fault But Mine.” Dean questioned. “Zeppelin recorded it in '75. It was a cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune.” “Good job Nick” I winked at him and grabbed his hand a bit. “You Shook Me.” Nick questioned back and I answered this one. “'69, debut album, written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir.” “Nice Y/n, pretty and brains your boyfriend is a lucky man.” He said, staring at me. “Well maybe lucky for you I don't have one.” I said getting closer. Dean saw us getting closer and realized he was dropping the ball on watching me. “You know dude, for a fed you're not a totally dick.” Dean said stopping Nick and I. Nick was confused. "Aren't all of us feds?” He asked. 

The three of us were walking to the car and Nick saw the car. “All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes.” Dean said. “No way. You drive an Impala?” I knew Nick was a cool guy and it looks like Dean is about to find out too. “It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel.” wow spot on. “Yeah, actually.” Dean said confirming it surprised that Nick knew about it. “It's a thing of beauty.” When he said that he also looked at me and winked. “How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels? “Maybe because we're fake. But Nick doesn't need to know that.

“Yeah, I know, I just...you know, not a lot of feds are as cool as us, huh?” Smooth Dean smooth. “So, what the hell with this case, man? How does a girl talk four different johns into murder?” Nick asked Dean and not really me. “It's a crazy world.” “I guess. Hey, can I level with you?” He asked. “I found something kinda weird.” “Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me.” “I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up.” He showed us this evidence bag with flower petals in it. “So, I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene.” It looked familiar. “Like it was left on purpose?” Dean questioned. “You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on.” “I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before.” He said getting up to go into Cara, but I didn't care all I cared about was Nick at that moment. 

“Why don't we get out of here.” Nick said, standing up holding out his hand for me to take. We ended up in this little cafe and we talked fully for those two hours, and he seemed really into the same things I like. He started to lean closer and closer and was looking at my lips, but my nerves got in the way. “Uh sorry Nick I will be right back.” As I walked to the restroom, I did not see his expression change from a smile to an annoyed one. I walked to the restroom and locked it and went to the mirror. “You got this y/n you are amazing.” 

“Y/n? Let's go” “You got this it's just research and plus Nick might need help right Nick?” “Most definitely I could use the help.” I giggled at him again. Dean didn't have time to deal with this.”Alright you know what Y/n meet us at the room in two hours okay.” “Okay” I answered not even looking at him. 

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As I finished my sentence, I saw something I was not expecting. “Cas?’” I turned around to say something instead he came up close and suddenly I was in a random field. “CAS WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled at him. He didn't say anything as he came close and touched my forehead and it was like a fog had lifted. “Oh my gosh what happened to me?” He replied. “You were under a pre love spell.” He said so casually. “A pre-love spell, what does that even mean?” “It means the siren that you were so close to almost had you completely under his control.” “Nick?” I asked and he nodded his head. “That scaly Motherfucker.” “Wait, how did you know?” I asked him. “Were you following me?”  “I was” “Why?” “I sensed you were in trouble.” I couldn't even figure that out because I was covered in that love fog. “Thanks, you really are a guardian angel.” “I was just doing my job.” 

“Yeah, Cas for a job that's pretty amazing. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have an angel as a friend.” I said finishing and smiling. “Friend?” “Well to me you are, you keep saving me and listening to me that's what friends do Cas.” “Right friends” He said and looked happy? “The siren! I have to worn Sam and Dean.” “Send me back.” He hesitated not wanting to send me back to danger, but he knew I would get there one way or another. He came up to me and before holding up his fingers and said, “Just be careful” That made me happy that he cared to tell me that. “Don't worry I always am.” He then put his fingers back on my forehead and I was back at the motel.  

I went straight to our room calling Dean and then Sam because they were not answering. “Dean, pick up your damn phone, the siren is Nick! Be careful.” I walked in the room and as soon as the door closed, I had a pair of arms run into me. “Daaa!” I was struggling to see you had me pinned then I saw Nick walk in front of me. “Y/n where did you go? We were about to get to the fun part of our date.” I looked to the side and just saw Sam standing there. “Sam! Help!” Nick laughs at me. “Ohh Y/n your brothers won't lift a finger unless I tell them to” I then looked behind me and it was Dean who was holding me back. “So, you just come in and home wreck everyone into murdering their loved ones.” “I give those guys what they want. I just lift the blind and give them permission to do what they always wanted to do. And I got what I wanted, your brothers.” “Sam why don't you give your sister a nice punch not on the face though I don't want it too damaged.” Sam walked in front of me and punched me in the stomach as Dean held me.

“Uhhh” I wanted to fall from the impact, but I couldn't. “Your brothers are mine Y/n” “You poisoned them.” “No Y/n I gave them what they wanted as it looks different for each person. What you want no crave is love. I mean I have never seen a person fall harder for me. You must not never have been in love don't worry you will be in a minute. Dean hold her up right and Sam hold her mouth open.” They did without being told twice. I try to fight it but it's impossible because of how strong my brothers were put together. Nick opens his mouth wide and squirts his toxin in mine. I am let go and drop to the ground. “Now why don't we get back to that kiss sweetheart.” Nick said getting closer as I punched him right in his kisser. “You can take that kiss and shove it up your ass sweetheart.” He goes to touch his face and finds blood.

“Okay bitch how did you do that you not human or something?” “As far as I'm concerned One hundred percent.” “Ha okay that was some good entertainment thanks. Boys, why don't you kill her and then you two will fight to the death and whoever wins gets to be with me forever.” Wait what? Oh shit. They start to circle me. “Little Y/n/n the bane of our existence. I mean Sam and I have always had to hold your hand through everything. It's pathetic right Sammy.” “Yeah, Dean I mean we would have such a better life if she wasn't here.” “Then let's take care of her.” Dean said running at me. I dodge it good thing they taught me to fight men two times their size. Somehow, I got knocked out by one of them. “Y/n Y/n!!!” I was being shaken awake. It was Bobby. I was confused. “Bobby what happened?” I said and standing behind Bobby were my two brothers looking Sad.

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It was the next day, and no one was really talking. Bobby came from his car handing us sodas as in telling us he was happy that we were okay well physically. “Thanks, Bobby. You know, if you hadn't shown up when you did…” Sam said not wanting to finish his sentence. “Done the same for me, more than once. Course, you coulda picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real.” Yeah, not real neither was he liking me. “You guys gunna be, OK?” I didn't say anything. I was hurt not just from the fight. “Y/n?”

“Mmhh of course always am.” I was lying to myself, and everyone knew it. “See ya.  You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad.” He got in his car and drove away wishing I was with him. “You gunna say goodbye to Cara?” Dean asked Sam apparently, they had got into a different type of research. “What's the point?” “Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em.” “Y/n, look, you know we didn't mean the things we said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?” “Yeah, me too.” It was more silence like we knew we were all lying. “'Kay. So... so we're all good?” Sam said, looking at both of us because he and Dean had their own nasty fight. “Yeah, we're good.” Another lie. 

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That was it, I hoped you liked it! Wow this chapter was a lot more intense than my others and we didn't get much Cas because I thought it should be a more sibling relationship chapter, but I still got a scene of him caring and maybe a little jealous because CAS. The name I used for the fake agent's name was ode to Diana Ross like how Sam and Dean do classic singers all the time. I'm trying to progress Y/n’s and Cas’s relationship not too fast and not too slow so hopefully I'm dealing with that okay. I'm so excited we are just getting closer and closer to the season finale which is crazy. As always thank you for reading and the likes. If anyone wants to be added to the tag list, just ask nicely in the commits.

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The Venture Bros. #34: “Dr. Quymn, Medicine Woman” | July 6, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E06

This one’s called “not a favorite” by Jackson Publick (also the credited writer), which gives me the freedom to agree with him. I’m not sure it’s the worst episode of the show, but it could be my least favorite episode of my least favorite season, which puts it pretty far down the list. It’s also one of the few episodes of the show that might be considered completely inessential, though the revelation of Jonas Venture as a key-party swinger is fairly important to the series as a whole. It’s also information a viewer could learn from elsewhere in the show. 

This one was meant to be an old-fashioned mostly-standalone “doc and the boys go on an actual adventure” episode. The show was becoming more serialized and soap opera-y, so Jackson Publick took it upon himself to try and re-infuse the show with it’s season one roots. So Dr. Venture goes into the jungle to try and Scrooge McDuck a fertility idol from some ornery natives. Rusty is rescued by Dr. Quymn, a little girlfriend he had during childhood. They haven’t seen each other since they were ten, so no, they aren’t Hank and Dean’s mother. I don’t think the show ever confirmed or denied this, but she seems like she could be Jonas Venture Sr.’s secret spawn, making her Rusty’s sister. Nasty.

She probably isn’t, and I should have waited till the end of the write-up before putting that in your head. Anyway, while the two old friends catch up we learn that she has two twin teenage daughters, who are basically female versions of Hank and Dean. They are conventionally attractive, but the show doesn’t really creep on them as bad as it could have. In the commentary track, Jackson describes them as annoying, like season one Hank and Dean. The awkward sexual encounter they have with Dean towards the end is a little squirmy, but not a ten-out-of-ten on the grossometer. 

She also has a female Brock. She’s pretty butch, and she definitely prefers women, but briefly flirts with Brock and they meet to have sex at one point. The show basically builds towards everyone trying to bone each other. Dean is the only innocent among them, and his scene is basically an attempted rape by the girls. Doc Hammer charmingly takes umbrage with this in the commentary track. Between him and Publick, he’s much more protective of Dean’s delicate nature. If John K. were sitting in on that commentary track he’d probably call Dean a “retarded fag” and openly perv on the under-aged Jezebels.

There’s a plot about a Wereodile, which is like a werewolf but a crocodile. He’s beaten up by Clyde, an orangutan the Ventures are training to box. That whole element is a parody of Every Which Way But Loose, which is a masterpiece. Nobody fucks, but Hank does get ritualistically circumcised by the indigenous people of the jungle. This hearkens back to a line in season one, “Hank quit bragging about your circumcision.” Since Hank is a clone of that Hank, it can be surmised that 1) this copy of Hank wasn’t circumcised unlike that season one Hank, and 2) Hank is routinely singled out as the alpha male between the two Venture Bros, and often selected for scarring rites of passages. 

The Bros. relationship changes over the series, and this episode does deal with their split in personalities and interests head-on. Dean is only interested in adventuring and feels jilted by Hank who just wants to have a sexual antic with the girls. This dynamic is developed over the course of the series, and season three sorta takes the first significant steps towards the place where they end up during the finale. No spoilers!

I’ll note a few other random things, because deep down I just want to be a listicle writer: the episode’s one big laugh from me is when Doc is disgusted to learn that Dr. Quymn is epileptic. The animation for Hank’s bass guitar noodling was actually animated first, and then Doc recorded the exact notes Hank is shown playing, because he wanted it to be accurate. There are a flurry of references in the 60s flashback, but apparently this is the first appearance of Blue Morpho, who figures into the last couple of seasons pretty heavily. How about that! I don’t think it was as much a seed they were planting; Jackson and Doc just had a penchant for designing nameless background characters and then, when it came time to introduce a new guy, just pulling from what already existed in their character design files.

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the assy mcgee bartender kinda looks like the fella from the red meat comics. huh

Oh, wow. I never did make that connection. I once owned multiple Red Meat t-shirts as a young boy. I wonder what happened to them. Milkman Dan was my favorite, for some reason.

ACAB is bad dude. Look at the riots. It's easy not to care when they torch a Target but what if they did it to your favorite store?

Yeah, you're right :( I like stores!

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Supernatural Season 1 Ep. 13 "Route 666"

Dean is contacted by Cassie, an African-American girl, who asks him to come to Missouri to investigate racially motivated murders. Each murder is linked to a mysterious truck with no driver or tracks. Sam is surprised to see Dean's new side as Dean tries to deal with his feelings for Cassie.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Cape Girardeau, Missouri

A man is driving alone at night when his radio breaks up. A big black pickup truck suddenly hits the car from behind and chases it for a bit, then disappears as the radio clears up. The truck suddenly reappears, heading straight for him. The driver turns around and the truck chases him, hitting him and wrecking the car. The truck stops by the wreck, then leaves.

The brothers are heading for Pennsylvania when Dean gets a call from an old friend. Her father died the previous night. Cassie was an old friend of Dean's. Sam is surprised and upset that Dean told her what they do. Cassie and her father's friend Jimmy work for the paper and are meeting the mayor about her father's death and another black man's death. The mayor is unhelpful. Cassie says there was only one set of tracks at each site and no signs of a collision. Cassie's mother arrives and is upset. That night, the same black truck kills Jimmy.

The Winchesters look into the accident the next day and Mayor Todd is still unhelpful. He says Cassie's mother can explain why he isn't racist. Later, the brothers meet a friend of Jimmy's. They say they're insurance investigators and ask about the black truck. One of the workers knows about a truck involved in the death of a black men in the 60s and says the townsfolk are bigoted. Dean thinks the truck is a ghost connected t the Robinsons. Sam says Dean and Cassie should sort out their unfinished business. Sam thinks Cassie dumped Dean after he told her their secret.

That night, Dean and Cassie argue and have sex.

The next morning, Mayor Todd is in a field checking plans when a black truck pulls up. He runs and it runs him over. Cassie and Dean talk about how Dean's history scared her and she pushed him away. Dean makes excuses, but she stops him. Then they hear about Todd's murder. He was killed on the Dorian family property, who owned the newspaper. One Dorian, Cyrus, disappeared 40 years ago. Todd had the house bulldozed and the first murder took place the next day.

That night, Cassie is at home when the lights flicker and a black truck appears outside. She closes the shutters, but the truck keeps coming. She calls Dean, but the truck has gone by the time the boys arrive.

Dean thinks the driver wants to scare them. They confront Mrs. Robinson. She says her husband Martin knew who the truck belonged to - Cyrus Dorian. She says he died, and Dean notices. She dated Cyrus and was seeing Martin secretly because of their interracial relationship. She broke up with Cyrus and he was angry. Black men started going missing. The night before she and Martin were to be married, someone set fire to the town's church, killing a children's choir that had been practising inside. Cyrus kidnapped Martin and beat him with a bat. Martin escaped and killed Cyrus. He and two friends buried Cyrus and his truck in a swamp. She says Todd was a deputy then and covered it up.

That night, Sam and Dean are outside the Robinson home. They think Cyrus's spirit was asleep in the swamp until Todd's renovation plan woke him up. They must find the body in the swamp. They pull up the truck and burn the corpse. But then the black truck appears across the field. Their plan has failed.

Dean thinks the fire didn't destroy Cyrus's spirit in the truck. He drives off to lure the truck away and tells Sam to burn the original truck. Sam figures out something and calls Cassie while they chase the truck. Dean is close to the black truck. Sam calls him to tell him where he is. He tells Dean to go to a specific spot on a road and stop. Dean stops and turns the car around. The truck appears at the end of the road. The truck speeds towards Dean, but shatters and vanishes. Dean is at the church that Cyrus burned down. Sam figured the ghost whould destroy itself if it crossed hallowed ground.

Later, Cassie and Dean say goodbye. Cassie isn't sure they'll meet again, but Dean is sure they'll be together. Back on the road, Sam asks if Dean has ever thought about giving up. Dean just smiles.

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This was the strongest episode so far and I have a lot to say on our five main players and that doesn’t even cover all the things I’d like to talk about but for now here’s thoughts on Lata, Carlos, Ada, John, and Mary. With notes on Sam, Dean, John, and Mary too.

This series stands beautifully on its own, it's also a reflection on the mothership, as well as on itself.

Lata

Mary says that Lata’s parents died a few years ago, but Lata leaves a message for “Mom” with whoever it is she talks to back home. Is Lata estranged from her parents and kept that a secret, or is whoever she talks to back home, who is knowledgeable about the supernatural, uh, in contact with Lata’s mother in the afterlife, what’s happening there, I have questions. Lata, who is so gentle and so smart and a very warm, positive presence in the group, carries a layer of sadness in here and in this ep we start to learn a hint on why. There’s going to be a lot to unpack on Lata as this unfolds. On top of those spoilers about her facing the blood on your hands side of hunting, outside her bookish ways.

What was going on with Lata, Mary, and John in this ep. The scene about going to the movies could be read two ways. Lata may have been trying to play matchmaker for her friends John and Mary. But the way that played, it also can look like Lata was trying to ask John to the movies, and John picked up the ball and asked Mary to the movies, and struck out, and then Lata commiserates for him. I dunno. But I get the feeling Lata would not at all mind if John asked her out for a movie date.

Carlos

Carlos is the most self-accepting in the group and he seems to find the joy in hunting, in a way that contrasts to John’s fervor for the kill. It’s like…Carlos is the light side of that coin and John is the darker side, they both relish the physicality of it. But Carlos isn’t about using the kill as therapy. For him it’s about the dance, the thrill, of jousting with monsters and demons and his favorite weapon is a water pistol filled with holy water. While I’m very sure Carlos can get his machete on, Carlos approaches hunting like he does everything, sex, music, clothes, relishing life. “The only thing worse for a hunter than how it starts, is how it ends.” So he’s going to get the most out of everything and find the joy all he can. He’s worried about Ada, who is dancing with dark forces. Carlos understands sometimes you have to get your hands dirty in hunting but you don’t want to lose yourself and I think it’s not so much just the dark forces that worry him, he’s worried about Ada herself, losing herself.

Ada

You can force a demon to posess a plant??? This is a new thing to the spn universe right? I don’t remember hearing about that before. And it’s a torture for the demon. I’m really enjoying this. How many hunters know about this trick, can it only be done by someone studying witchcraft? How many demons are out there, stuck in plants. I’m pausing for a moment on the comedy gold on the thought of Crowley or Meg being put into Monstera Deliciosa or a spider plant and when they got out oh damn they’d be PISSED.

I’ve said Ada is a badass and her badassery is even scarier because she does this so quietly, it’s not beheadings and punching, there’s something inexorable and calm about her ruthlessness. She fights with magic and knowledge. Ada and Lata are reflections of each other, but different, like John and Carlos, Lata relies on knowledge, and she uses magical objects (like the box), but Ada is immersed in magic. Both Ada and Lata are very warm, empathetic presences in the group. I wonder if Lata will eventually show a streak of Ada’s cool ruthlessness, to do whatever has to be done, or if Lata, while being capable of a darker side, is going to remain softer. Ada has a big heart. But she has dangerous edges.

John

John the beheader. He’s definitely the hitter of the monster club, just behind Mary, but I feel like so far he’s even more eager than Mary for that role. Along with being flip side of coin mirror with Carlos, Mary and John are flip side mirrors, in that Mary and John are both the hitters, the muscle, but John really sticks out on the kill being his thing. Mary is more about the punching. His therapy is beheading monsters and getting drenched in blood. Mary’s is the physicality of a knuckle-bruising fight. We’re also seeing in this ep John spiraling a bit into some familiar and Winchester-family like notes, with Mary in danger, his franticness about not losing her, the tunnel vision. Which we see in his sons, and it wasn’t just Sam and Dean for each other. We’ve seen each of them get there for other people too. It’s that fear of loss that eats the Winchesters men from the inside out. And Mary is John’s favorite person, that’s obvious. But young John isn’t as tunnel visioned as older John winds up being. And we’re seeing aspects of John that are the good parts of Sam and Dean. John connects well with the frightened little boy.

It’s almost ironic John was the one trying to talk Mary down from her somewhat heedless spiral about saving the kids at all costs, including to herself. John of all people. We also get to meet his ex-fiance Betty, and they still care about each other, but that love story seems to have ended. People love more than one person in their life. That was an interesting note for John, though. That there was someone before Mary he envisioned spending the rest of his life with. Maybe Betty was his person for who he was then. Mary fits more with his broken places and who he is now.

John also clearly cares for all his friends, and there’s that closing scene with John and Lata, where we see his empathy again. After his Mary-focused spiral, he is mindful about Lata’s sadness. Which ties back to the themes of Dean’s narration in this ep. You need your friends and your family.

Mary

“If I don’t hunt, I don’t know who I am.” My heart cracked on that line. I love how this series is just going right for the throat on mothership themes, from a different kind of angle.

Mary, whose parents put a knife in her hands before she was old enough to hold it.

Mary, who has the drill sergeant dad who plays it his way or the highway.

Mary who hasn’t had a chance to breathe, to think about what she wants if she’s not a hunter.

There’s Sam parallels in her need to escape to get out, but Sam knows what he wanted to do if he didn’t hunt. And Sam doesn’t just wistfully poke at it or express it in a moment of crisis, Sam actually goes, when he’s around Mary’s age. He gets out for a while and pursued a different career goal, finds big love.

There’s a lot of Dean in this. While Dean loves hunting (in the way Carlos does, not in the way John does), and Dean finds purpose and satisfaction in it, Dean has also expressed his hatred for it a few times, the trauma, the misery, the exhaustion. I think more in the early part of the mothership does he outright express his resentment of it, but in the latter part of the mothership, there’s more about Dean actually getting in touch with who he is beyond it, without him quitting hunting. Finding those other things inside his hunting life.

One of Dean’s arcs is about self-acceptance and I think that included hunting, ultimately. To see it not as a trap but a calling and he realizes he is doing it eventually because it’s meaningful to him, not because his father was bellowing in his ear. He finds the meaning in it. Dean had throughout the mothership run that poignant touchstoning on what else he could have been, what does he dream about. He likes fixing cars. He wanted to be a rock star. He thinks about toes in the sand.

Dean, who had John the drill sergeant telling him he had no worth or purpose, no job other than look after his little brother and be a hunter.

“If I don’t hunt, I don’t know who I am.”

However Dean is a bit like Carlos in that he never lost himself to that degree. He has a sense of identity, inside the hunting life, which parallels with Carlos.

Mary otoh…she is very very lost.

This puts some perspective, another layer, on resurrected Mary. Who, as we found out, was sneaking out to hunt even after Dean was born. And who was very very lost after she was yanked out of Heaven. Instead of reconnecting with her sons, she had to distance herself. And resurrected Mary felt a very strong pull towards hunting.

[writethelifeyouwant]

Secret Admirer | Masterlist

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader || Sam Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: rom com vibes, dating apps, getting stood up, secret admirer, casual sex, Y/N is pent up and she is not shy about that, drunk sex, power play vibes, D/S vibes but nothing explicitly negotiated, Dom!Dean, Brat!Reader, awkward morning after, surprise ending twist, Dom/ Sub relationship, Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, fuck machine, spit roasting, dirty talk, name calling, Daddy Kink, Daddy!Sam, countdowns, cum on command, praise kink, aftercare, please see each chapter for new tags/warnings as the series is posted

Beta: @treat-winchesterswith-kindness- thank you to the wonderful Em who beta'd for me ❤️

A/N: So this mini series is kind of divided into two halves. Parts 1 and 2 were all I originally planned on writing, but then my website members almost committed mutiny when I left it where I did so @synmorite kindly took one for the team and bribed me to continue the series. Parts 3, 4, and 5 are a time jump to six months after the first two chapters, and to avoid posting spoilers ahead of time please read the header info above each post fo chapter specific tags and warnings as each new part posts 💖

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

This mini series is posted in its entirety on my website! If you want to read ahead of Tumblr you can become a member here.

[mssarahmorgan]

Books I Loved in 2021

I usually try to stick to 10, but who cares? Here are 21 great books I read in 2021.

Nonfiction:

The Season: A Social History of the Debutante - super-fun and gossipy history focused on the experiences of young women

How to Raise Kids Who Aren't Assholes - one of the most practical parenting books I've ever read

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty - reads like a thriller, totally gobsmacking and infuriating

Four Hundred Souls: A Community History of African America, 1619-2019 - a different kind of history, illuminating and sobering and totally compelling to read

Four Lost Cities: A Secret History of the Urban Age - another ground-up view of history, mind-expanding in the best way

Adult fiction:

Piranesi - totally weird and I totally loved it

The Upstairs House - a ghost story and also a very realistic story of new motherhood

Matrix - ecstatic, beautiful, unexpected, transporting

The Echo Wife - haunting spec-fic thriller

The Ten Thousand Doors of January - I would like to eat this book or possibly just live inside it, gorgeous romantic fantasy

Blackfish City - gritty cli-fi that could also break your heart

Dial A for Aunties - the most possible fun you could have in a mystery-comedy-romance

Spoiler Alert - funny, heartfelt, steamy, everything you want in a romance

YA & MG:

Fat Chance, Charlie Vega - just a delightful YA romcom with lots of real feelings and real joy

Across the Pond - the MG I wish I'd had when I was 13, wish fulfillment and heartache and hope

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me - gorgeous and heartfelt graphic novel about young love and figuring out how to be a person

Seance Tea Party - sweet, funny, mildly heartbreaking graphic novel about growing up without losing your magic

Elatsoe - super original, suspenseful, emotional YA fantasy/mystery

Jay's Gay Agenda - pure distilled joy, sex-positive, funny, heartfelt, just such a delight

Squad - the mean girls are secretly feminist werewolves and it's great

Tokyo Ever After - the candy-coated YA to make all your princess dreams come true

I think in 2021 I really responded to books that were weird and wore their hearts on their sleeves, and I love that for me. Bringing that energy into 2022!

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

What they don´t know, will hurt them

Summary: Dean Winchesters attempts suicide on a dirty motel bathtub, ending brain dead on a hospital. A trickster promises John and Sam that he will save him for “free”, as long as they both get through watching a series of Dean´s memories, good and bad. The twist is that they will feel everything Dean did at the time and they can stop it at any time, but then Dean will die. They both accept thinking it cant be that bad. Spoiler: it is worse.

NOTE: This is a little interlude that my brain decided I needed to write, this kind of give some clues for what happened in that unnacounted year of Dean that John and Sam know nothing about and also some clues as to why the angels arent trying to start the Apocalypse, but Spoilers.

Interlude:

A figure of a man can be seen watching the horizon peacefully. Another figure approaches and the first says:

-You are giving away all my secrets, Gabe

-Thought you would be angrier Dean-o –Gabriel responds, sitting next to Dean

-Nah, I am not angry- Dean responds- Tired, maybe, but not angry- he makes a pause before adding- While a part of me never wanted them to know, another part always thought they had at least figure some of it, you know?

-They are learning now- Gabe adds after a while- Hopefully, they can make it better for you when you wake up.

-You think they can make it to the end? –the hunter asks curiously

-You don’t? -the Trickster asks

-We´ll see- he says before changing the subject- Cas is still mad at me.

-I don’t think he understands why you did it- he answers truthfully

-And you? -Dean says, before clarifying at seeing Gabriel´s confused face- Do you understand why I did it?

-No… yes… Maybe- Gabriel responds- Human emotions are complexed. Wished I could solve the puzzle that is your head.

-Get in line- says a new grave voice- And I am not mad at you, Dean, even if I wished you wouldn’t have taken such extreme measures. I wished you would have confided in me before. But I am not angry- Cas finishes, before giving Dean a peck in the lips and settling on Dean´s other side.

-This is peaceful. Never thought I would be here- Dean express while giving Cas a one-arm hug

-In peace? -Gabe asks perplexed

-In Heaven- he responds, before adding- Always thought that I would ended up downstairs

-Don’t believe everything you read –Michael says behind them, Raphael close in his heels- It would have been disrespectful after everything you suffered and every good action you did to not let you inside.

-  Figured you would be the first to send me to the wolves, Mike. Start the big A, and the likes- Dean says humoredly.

-A year ago I would have- Michael responds, corner of his mouth twitching- But a mud-monkey taught me a thing or two about human kindness.

-Human kindness? -Raphael scoffs- Where is that human kindness now? With a man that abuses his power to abuse a young boy?  With nameless men that took advantage of a young kid trying to survive? – he continues angrily- With a brother that pushes aside the person that he owns the most, caught in his own life, chasing something that was never meant to him? Or with a father so caught in revenge that leaves his oldest son to take care for his other son, neglecting what he has, preferring what he lost?- he spits out- And you dare say humans are kind.

- Kindness is in a psychic that takes in an angry confuse parent and his two kids in, trying to explain the parent that the monsters in nightmares are real. It is in a pastor offering his church to a family and to any hunter that passes by, simply because they need a place to crash. Kindness is in a man, who lived a terrible childhood, get out of it to marry the love of his life, only to have to shoot her after she got possessed, a few days after fighting with her, and still taking in two young boys and acting as a surrogate father. Kindness is in a young sex worker looking out for a young boy, trying to deter him for making her same mistakes and putting a couple more bucks in his pocket, when he wasn’t watching. It is on the old lady in a restaurant paying for two boys meals. It is on a cashier putting a mac and cheese box inside a paper bag, even if the boy buying it was a dollar short –Dean tells calmly- I think you haven’t quite understood that kindness is not something you give expecting something in return. It is something you give freely.

-You are right. I don’t understand- Raphael accepts- I don’t get how after everything you can still defend them.

-Love is in the giving- Castiel replies- Not in the having.

There is a hint of nostalgia in the air that is interrupted by Gabriel stating.

-Your brother is about to push the button.

-Yes, he is- Dean responds.

-The button that if pushed would mean you dead- Raphael exclaims.

-So it does- Dean humms

-We have to do something- Castiel says alarmed

-Not really. I made a choice, what happens next is theirs- he says

-Free Will- Michael exhales.

And 3 Archangels, a Seraphim and a human watch, waiting for what it is to come.

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[the-real-anywolf]

Smut Week 2021 (Like Shark Week, Only with Penises)  - Day Two (For the Love of Money)

Day Two: Did reading that last fic leave you low-key wanting to read an actual cockles fic? Well then… AnyWolf presents: For the Love of Money

Title: For the Love of Money

Authors: anyrei | @anyreiart and queerwerewolf | @queerwolfsstuff​

Rating: Explicit

Beta(s): tfw_cas | @punk-is-notdead and Eyes_of_A_Tragedy | @eyesofatragedy67

Archive Warnings: None

Content/Trigger Warning(s): Past Abusive Relationship, PTSD, Cas has an Abusive Ex

Tags: French Mistake AU, Mockumentary AU, Fake Relationship, But Not How You’re Used to It, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, OC Versions of Jensen and Misha, Made Up Backstories, Romance, Contemporary, First Time, First Kiss, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Rough Prep, Oral Sex, Top Jensen, Bottom Misha, But There’s A Switch Scene, Semi-Public Sex, They Fuck, A Lot, Clearly Dated Considering the Last Two Years, All the Fun of Cockles, None of the Guilt, We’re on a Boat, Mad Credit to T-Rex (@eyesofatragedy67) for Being Our Ellen and Cock Wrangler

Word Count: ~70k

Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, and if you wanna get technical, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary:

After notification that Supernatural is canceled, the producers decide to throw caution to the wind and make Destiel canon. While filming an unofficial dress rehearsal in an undisclosed location for a test audience, an image of “Dean Winchester” and “Castiel” kissing is leaked. 

Talk about the spoiler of the century. 

To save the secret, PR approaches Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins, the actors who play Dean and Cas, and propose an idea. If Jensen and Misha come forward as a couple, they could spin the spoiler as simply a couple caught on a date. 

The only problem? They don’t really like each other.

Notes: Welcome to Day Two of Smut Week!

Read it here!

[millllenniawrites]

wildest dreams (Poe Dameron x Reader)

part four of dear love of mine

words: 800ish

warnings: smut so this is 18+ folks; light humiliation; title kink; fingering; a single spank; fem!masturbation; bruising during sex mentioned; reader has a last name; this chapter is basically one long sex scene; regency au for the aesthetic but it’s historically inaccurate for the *vibes*; afab!reader; slow burn; sexual themes throughout; eventual smut; pining; warnings will be added as the series progresses

a/n: Happy International Fanworks Day (two days late but I procrastinated editing this so that’s what’s happening)! This series is presently my favourite thing I’m working on so I thought I’d give you guys a surprise update! This one’s short, but I wanted to keep it that way due to the nature of the content

Generally the smut in my series’ are necessary for plot but as long as you know that (THERE ARE SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT) reader gets herself off thinking about Poe, you’re good. I know there are a few people on this taglist that don’t wanna read the smut so like it’s okay for you to skip. promise. I personally wanted to write it for the challenge and it is somewhat plot relevant to the next few chapters, but it’s not necessary. So you can skip it if you aren’t here for the smut.

@intergalactic-smut-hutt and I wrote the smut in this chapter for Helix and it got cut from book two, so I adapted it for this! the rest of the content here is mine

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"Good girl."

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you against him. One hand cradled your head lightly as the other worked its way under your skirts, tracing up the inside of your thigh to your centre. You were soaked through from the second he touched you, trembling for him. You moaned as he played your body like an instrument with every chord memorized.

Poe’s breath, hot on her neck. “Miss Dean,” he scolded, “I’ve barely gotta touch you to get you wet for me."

You gripped his shirt, hips jerking into his palm as he dipped his fingers between your folds. “Poe…” you gasped, head tilted back. “Please?” It was a whine, low and full of need.

Your clothes disappeared. Knees on the bed, completely spread open for him, dripping with his cum. He smiled, urging your thighs apart with his hands.

You gasped, “General. More. Please...”

He leaned down, kissing your ass lightly. His hand replacing his lips with a solid smack, hard enough to bring a little bit of flush to your skin.

*

You shot up straight in bed, clutching your damp sheets to your chest.

Your room was empty, the curtains drawn, exactly as it had been when you’d fallen asleep the night before. You were still fully dressed. And clean, aside from a light sheen of sweat that glued your sheets to you.

The General was nowhere to be found.

As he should be. It would be highly inappropriate for him to be there with you. In the middle of the night. Alone.

Doing unspeakable things to you.

It might be better if you avoided reading from your secret collection of romance novels right before bed.

Something crinkled beneath you. From under your hip, you retrieved the General’s first letter. Once again, you found yourself tracing over the curve of his name.

Poe.

Dinner that night had been uneventful. The General had attempted to snag your attention on two occasions (which you politely but quickly dismissed) before seeming to give up. He had nearly sulked through the rest of the meal. Quite unbecoming behaviour for a supposed General.

It bothered you more than you wanted to admit, how quickly he’d abandoned trying to win your attention. In two short days, you’d gotten very used to the way he’d vie for a simple look from you. You squirmed in your discomfort, laying down and shoving the letter back beneath your pillow.

Visions of him had plagued you since Char had left for the night. You could still feel the way his calloused hand had brushed against yours. Nothing you did could shake it loose. He was so warm… almost as warm as the feeling between your legs.

You began counting your breaths in your head. Hands fisting the sheets, you tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.

Without truly considering the implications of it, you let your hand snake down your body, pressing into the warmth between your legs.

Immediately, you relaxed down into your sheets, your discomfort momentarily eased by the quick brush of your fingers. But the heat returned, and with it came the wave of need you’d found yourself floating in right before you’d awoken.

You needed to sleep. Your mother had asked to meet with you early and she’d fear for your health if you weren’t well rested.

Hiking up your skirt, you let your fingertips trace over your clit once more.  

It couldn’t hurt. You’d get to sleep. Finally. Maybe his piercing gaze would be blunted if you indulged, just for a moment.

When you closed your eyes, his dark ones bore down into yours. You could almost feel the light brush of his lips over your cheek. Your jaw. Your neck. The way his hands would grip your hips. The bruises his fingers might leave behind.

Curling your fingers the way you imagined he would, you pinched your lips together to keep your moans quiet. In your dreams, he wanted you loud. In your dreams, you’d sneak around and risk getting caught. You’d travel to a town far away, pretend to be a duchess and a prince both hiding from their responsibilities. For a night, it wouldn’t matter than you shouldn’t be together. That you shouldn’t think of him like this. Together, you could escape.

As you clenched around your own fingers, you whimpered into the back of your hand. His name escaped, a soft confession into the night air.

Laying in your damp sheets, you caught your breath. You weren’t sure how you were going to face Poe in the morning.

Sleep stole you from your thoughts of duty, whisking you into another dream about a dark haired General, as if your sin had opened a door you now didn’t know how to close.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Rafe Cameron x reader (pt 1)

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

A/N: Soooo I may or may not make this into a series??? I started writing and couldn’t stop and actually wrote out 2 more parts to this if you guys are interested :) 

OBX Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

You and Rafe never meant to hook up in the first place. You two were supposed to hate each other, being from opposites sides of the island and raised different ways but alcohol will make you not care who you’re with if you’ve had enough of it. It was a late night at the Boneyard. You ventured out to the beach, away from the party, when Rafe had followed you. He plopped down next to you in the sand, equally as drunk as you. A few glances at each other and you two were tongue tied, laying in the sand. You two found a quiet and secret spot on the beach and hooked up, then passed out in each other’s arms. You woke up the next morning still wrapped in his arms. You had quickly moved away from him and pulled on your clothes, cursing yourself for letting yourself fall into bed or in this case, the sand, with a kook, the biggest kook asshole of all. He found himself thinking the same thing about you. So, you two decided to never speak of it again. It was all just a drunken mistake. 

~

However, a week later at the next party, you two found yourselves in the same place. Then the next week, and the week after that. Eventually you began sneaking around, you at his house when his family was gone or vice versa. It was just sex at first, but then something out of the blue happened.

“Do you want to go out to dinner tomorrow? You know… like a date?” Rafe had asked one evening. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he stared at you.

You were taken back, but you surprised yourself by agreeing, “Sure.”

The next day the two of you took the ferry off the island, away from anyone who could see the two of you together, into Greenville, NC, a short two hour drive and spent the day walking around shops, getting ice cream and later dinner. It was a nice day to the two of you. There was no kook or pogue talk. It was just you and Rafe.

After that, the two of you made it a weekly occurrence. Every Saturday was spent in Greenville, sometimes you ventured to other cities around there. Both of you lied to your family or friends if asked about Saturday’s. Rafe would tell Kelce and Topper that his dad had business on the mainland he had to attend to. You would tell the pogues, you were working or spending time with family. They never second guessed you.

~

Everything was great until you and Rafe were strolling down the main street in Greenville, passing a small boutique that baby clothes in a window caught your eye. You opened your phone and checked the date. You had been so busy with Rafe you hadn’t even noticed; you were 3 weeks late.

“Hey, you okay?” Rafe had asked, giving a small squeeze to your hand.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m great.” You faked a smile and put your phone back in your pocket. The next day you went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. 3 minutes later your life changed.

~

You waited a few days before you headed to Rafe’s. You knew you shouldn’t have stopped by but you couldn’t wait until Saturday, you needed to talk about it now. That was your first mistake.

When you arrived, it was too late. Rafe and other kooks, including Topper, Kelce and some other kook girls were hanging outside, sitting around a bonfire. They had already seen you.

“Rafe, what the hell is a pogue doing here?” Topper asked.

Rafe had looked up and saw you walking this way. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, but he kept his face serious, “I’m not sure. Maybe I left something at the restaurant?” He asks, standing. The girl that was all over him, falling back on the couch.

Your heart dropped when you saw them, but there was no turning back now. Your heart broke when you saw Rafe and some girl cuddled on the couch.

“Pogue, what the hell are you doing here?” Topper shouted as you walked closer.

“I need to talk to Rafe.”

“Why would your pogue ass need to-” Topper started, but Rafe put his hand on Topper’s shoulder, interrupting him, “It’s fine, Topper.” He walked past Topper and roughly grabbed your arm, tugging you away from the group and back to your car.

“What the hell are you doing here, y/n?” Rafe snapped.

“Rafe let go of my arm.” You whimpered, trying to pull your arm away, but his grip only tightened, and he put you between him and your car.

“It was agreed we wouldn’t show up at each other’s houses.” He finally let go of your arm. When you got a good look at him, his eyes were red and dilated, white powder on his nose.

“Oh my god, are you high right now?” you asked, going up to rub the stuff off his nose, but he smacks your hand away, “What does it matter to you? You’re not the boss of me.”

“You’re high right now.” You breath out in disbelief, shaking your head, “What the fuck, Rafe?!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. Stop bitching, it’s annoying.” He huffed, his hands going to his hips.

You were taken back by his tone. The Rafe you had come to know and love, gone and replaced with stranger. “Rafe… This isn’t you. You aren’t the one to get high and snort cocaine!”

His hand slapped your car right next to your head and you flinched. His face got close to yours, “You don’t know a damn thing about me. We had a few good fucks and that’s it.”  

Your eyes filled with tears, “Rafe, come on you’re scaring me.”

He rolled his eyes, “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you again. You’re just a dirty pogue. a good fuck. That’s it. That’s all you were to me. Nothing more.” He seethed through his teeth before pulling from you and storming off back to his house.

The second mistake was thinking Rafe and you were more than fuck buddies or could be more than just a pogue and a kook.

~

You knew you couldn’t go home. Your parents were at home and you were a mess. Tears blinded your vision and your body raked with sobs as you drove. You knew where you needed to go. You needed your best friends.

~

You pulled up to the Chateau and was thankful to see the van, JJ’s bike and Kie’s car. You pulled yourself out of the car and trudged your way up to the door. You never knocked but you did anyways. You were probably a stranger to them, and you didn’t want to just walk right in. You had blown them off multiple times to see Rafe and you knew they probably didn’t even want to see you. When the door opened it was John B, “Well look who decided-” he begins but then takes in your appearance, “What’s wrong? What happened?” He quickly let out.

You let out a sob, hanging your head. He quickly pulled you into his arms, looking back at the other pogues who stood from their place on the chairs and couch.

“Shh… It’s okay.” He sooths, walking you inside and closing the door.

“What happened?” Kie asked, her hand going to your back.

“Who do we have to fuck up?” JJ pipes up, cracking his knuckles, “I’ll fuck them up.”

“We’ll take out whoever caused this.” Pope says.

You let out another sob, “You’re going to hate me.”

John B shook his head, “No we won’t. You’re our friend… tell us what happened.” He led you to the couch and sat you down, sitting next to you, his arm still wrapped around you. Kie sat on the other side and handed you a tissue.

JJ and Pope stood in front of you, arms crossed over their chests.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can tell us what happened.” Kie said softly.

You sniffled and wiped your tears, looking down at your hands, “I made a mistake. A big mistake…”

“It can’t be that bad. Unless you hooked up with a kook.” JJ laughed, but his laughter quickly dying down when he saw the look on your face.

“Oh shit.” Pope whispers.

You let out another sob, “I fucked up.”

John B slowly rubbed your back, “Tell us what happened.”

You sniffled and blew your nose before telling them the story about how you and Rafe hooked up, became friends with benefits then began dating. “……. And to top the cake I found out I was pregnant.” You then told them the story about how you went to Rafe and what happened.

The pogues listened to you tell your story, holding back any anger they had and never once interrupted you.

“So yeah. I fucked up.” You sniffled, glancing up at the pogues.

“I’m going to kill him.” John B stands from his seat.

“I’ll get the gun.” JJ says, standing from the floor.

“I’m with you guys.” Pope announces.

“Let’s kick some kook’s ass.” Kie says standing.

You quickly shook your head and stood, grabbing John B’s arm, “Please don’t start anything. Please.” Your eyes are pleading, “It’ll only make it worse for you guys.”

John B’s tense with anger and he softens to your touch, “Fine, I won’t leave now, but I’m not making any promises that I won’t kick his ass if I see him.” He wraps you in a hug and kisses your head, “You’re not alone in this.”

“Never.” JJ says, wrapping you in a hug.

“We’re family and we’ll always have your back.” Kie says, following suit.

“Pogues forever.” Pope says, wrapping his arms around Kie and JJ. It’s a pogue sandwich and you’re right in the middle. You telling the pogues what happened; that was not one of your mistakes. It was one of the best things you could have done for yourself.

PART 2

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A/N: Do I see something there with John B and reader?? Hmmm. Well, what do you guys think?? Should I do a part two? 

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[kissingcullens]

In the spirit of Sam and Cas being Weird Girl Best Friends and spending their spare time just hanging out, chatting about Angel Stuff and doing the odd experiment on Sam’s body—

A fanfic where they’re making conversation, Castiel describing what human experiences he finds underwhelming or unsettling— and which ones he actually enjoys, what he’d like to experience for the first time, etc.

And of course the topic of sex comes up-

“I haven’t had many “normal sexual experiences,” you might say. But I have enjoyed sex.”

“Oh yeah? Not a Peanut Butter and Jelly situation?”

“Not at all,” Castiel replies, “In fact I’ve been making a list of things I’d like to try, sexually, now that I have some “Me” time.”

“Ah, that’s great.” Sam smiles, tamping down on his own embarrassment around any frank discussion of sex. “It can be hard to meet people in our line of work, but there’s online dating now- could be a good place to start.”

“Yes. That’s one of the first things on my list; I understand there are cellphone apps specifically for gay men.”

Sam resists the urge to do a double take, but the surprise is clear in his voice, “Oh! You’re...? Interested in guys?”

“Yes.” Cas says, voice even and casual. But Sam sees there is a noticeable tension in Castiel’s body language that anyone else might have missed, “Not exclusively... but I would like the experience.”

Sam thinks, not for the first time, about the tragedy of an Angel learning human shame from a couple of incredibly fucked up human men, and mentally kicks himself.

“That’s cool!” He hurries to say, “I’m the same way... I mean I’m bi, and it’s definitely tougher to meet guys- there’s all these added barriers, you know?”

“Yes.” Castiel visibly relaxes and smiles.

Sam smiles back- it’s worth the hot embarrassment and the exposed feeling to see Castiel at ease again.

Sam huffs out a loud sigh and laughs, “You know what? I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I’ve actually said out loud the words ‘I’m bisexual,’ and almost all those times were when I was at Stanford.”

Castiel looks at him gravely, “I’m glad you trusted me with the information. I know that humans have... baggage around this.”

“Yeah— you too, Cas.” Sam smiles at him, then frowns, adding, “And I mean... Dean knows, it’s not a secret or anything. But we... we don’t really talk about it, you know?”

Castiel nods. “I understand.” After a few more threads of conversation, Cas digs out his phone, “Would you like to see my list? Let me know if you think I’m missing anything.” And he and Sam pore over Castiel’s Notes App list of “Sex Stuff to Try.” Which brings Sam to tears of laughter, Castiel frowning and asking “What’s funny?”

A few months later, after Cas has several disastrous internet dating encounters, they’re both hanging out in Sam’s room (as is their habit these days) talking about the latest dating debacle...

Sam, loosened up by beer and the open feeling of total acceptance and comfort he always has when he’s with Cas, suddenly exclaims,

“Hey!! What if WE had sex?”

At Cas’s blank look, Sam immediately shrinks back into himself, “No, you’re right, that’s weird, forget I mentioned it.”

“No, no, I’m not opposed ...it’s definitely an idea.” Castiel’s expression is thoughtful, and Sam relaxes slightly. “I do find you very attractive. But I don’t want you to do anything YOU don’t want to do, just to satisfy my curiosity.”

Sam kisses him.

Or he tries to- his head is swimming and the reality of being alone, buzzed, in his own bed with a hot guy who thinks he’s “very attractive” crashes down on him and he suddenly feels unbearably sexy. But Cas is too surprised to reciprocate, and he pulls away almost immediately, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“I think you’ve had a little too much.” Cas says gently.

Fuck- Sam feels shame wash over him- WHY had he drank so fucking much? (It wasn’t that much) Was he really SO buttoned up that a few beers and a little bit of sex talk got him embarrassing himself like this?? Why had he even opened his mouth???

Sam sits back and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Shit, I’m sorry...” He clears his throat, “But uh.. having sex wouldn’t be me doing you a FAVOR or something, Cas, I’m... I think you’re attractive too. I mean, I think you’re really hot, and you’re my best friend...” (shit, he IS embarrassing himself) “...but I dunno... I didn’t really think it through, it’s probably a bad idea... I mean it would probably be awkward, right?? I’ve never really done a friends-with-benefits thing.”

“Wouldn’t you know; “an awkward friends-with-benefits-thing” is on my List.” Castiel half-smiles, and Sam has to laugh, “But you may be right... let’s talk about it later and see if it’s something we want to try out.”

“Sorry. Yeah. Shit, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Sam. But I do think it’s time for bed now.”

“Yeah, you uh... sorry, would it make you uncomfortable to be in the same room tonight? I know you’ve been crashing here but I don’t want you to feel like you have to if I made it weird...”

“Not at all,” Cas assures him, then his eyes glimmer wickedly, “Unless that’s your way of saying that YOU need some Alone Time before you can get to sleep.”

Sam hits him with a pillow, “I take it back, you’re not sexy at all, you’re the worst!!”

But they’re both laughing, and Sam’s embarrassment breaks and dissipates into peals of laughter. They’re okay.

Cas does end up leaving to “get some research done,” and if Sam jerks off thinking about “satisfying Castiel’s curiosity” before slipping into boozy sex dreams, well, who can judge him?

Spoiler alert, of course they work it out and the fic is all about them making their way methodically down Castiel’s list of Sex Stuff to Try (with Sam’s own List making an appearance) and of course realizing they’re deeply, deeply in love by the end. ❤️