#supernatural rarepair

[circlesinthesky]

‘cause you ain’t gotta tell me, it’s just in my nature // ain’t no country boy quitter, i get the job done.

[therarepairimpala]

bi4bi and aro4aro rowichael

[angeloftuesdayy]

"Does it get better?" S6 Sam x S2 Sam time travel romance bc really Sam should learn one or two things about self love!

[angelsberrymilk]

when soldier boy finally cracks and decides he wants to fuck Sammy, I imagine it goes something like this;

+18 mdni. dark content ahead. non-con

soldier boy buys lube and doesn't bother w condoms cuz men don't get pregnant, duh. when he comes back to their shared motel room, he locks the door behind him and throws the little bottle by Sammy on the bed. and Sam is confused and a little scared then soldier boy sits on a chair, facing the bed, "Go on, you have 3 minutes to get ready," He says, eyeing the clock on the wall.

Sammy starts sweating and he's about to pass out because, "What are you talking about?"

"Your boypussy, get it nice and wet for me, Sammy," Soldier boy says like it's the most obvious thing in the world and Sammy is red in the face, sweating and shaking.

Sam wants to cry because he's trapped, he can't get away even if he wants to, and his lower lip is wobbling and he feels small and weak.

"Come on, don't cry, thank me for giving you a chance to get ready," Soldier boy says, eyes dark and hungry. he gets up from the chair and Sammy flinches as Ben stares at him while running a hand down his beard, like he wants to eat him alive. "Or do you want me to rip you open on my dick? Get in dry? Hm, Sammy?"

Sam shakes his head as he finally start to fumble with his belt buckle to try and save his inner organs from super dick.

[spnheadbang]

Coming to you on January 25th, 2025…

Be My Master

Written by @Masoena, with art by @adromelke

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6,372

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Ships: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Benny

Tags: Modern Setting AU, BDSM, Safe sane and consensual, Suit Kink, Top Cas, Bottom Dean, Meet-cute, Lawyer Cas, Karaoke DJ Dean

Summary: Karaoke DJ Dean sings to high-flying law firm executive Castiel Novak that he would like him to be his master and that he’d be his good boy. Cas delivers exactly what Dean is asking for and more. 

Fic inspired by: “I Wanna Be Your Slave” by Måneskin

[mari-lair]

if aka had met kou before teru and befriended him would kou get a crush on him?

Absolutely. It would take him waaaaay less time to fall than Teru.

Kou is attracted to a person with a cute smile, and Aka has the same smile as Akane. In canon, Akane's smirk makes him go 'uyguygtuft', just look at his blush and how Akane was drawn super pretty here.

and now compared it to when Hanako is the one doing something he considers pervy.

So he isn't blushing about Akane's insinuation, is the smirk IT'S THE SMIRK THAT GOT HIM. You bet Aka's constant smiles and smirks would tick Kou's "have a cute smile" box.

Aka would also follow Kou around, make him feel special by saying things like "you are the ONLY ONE who can see me, you're so important to me", while having complete mastery of a power Kou finds cool, always willing to help Kou out of tough situations with a level of confidence/bluntness that makes Kou flustered/nervous to some degree.

Aka would be a guide to the supernatural world, a world Teru had forbidden him to explore, so a Hanako with less morality dilemas packed into.

Aka also has a lot of issues to activate Kou's "I can fix him" complex. Kou would have gotten at the very least a short puppy crush on him for sure.

[worlds-worst-ships]

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

Based on an idea by @chaosducks

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

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

[inthemourninglight]

Pls tell me your spn rarepairs in the comments or tags or literally wherever I need to know what I’m missing out on

[doyelikehaggis]

25 Days of Sleighpairs: Paige Krasikeva x Violet (Teen Wolf) + “Chocolate”

Requested by @mariedemedicis

"I have a surprise for you."

Paige lit up as soon as she laid eyes on Violet, slipping into the empty music room and closing the door behind her. She kept her hand behind her back for dramatic effect.

"I like the sound of that."

Putting her cello aside, Paige raised her eyebrows and waited - impatiently - as Violet dropped into the seat beside her, their knees touching. Finally, she produced the gift, wrapped up in brown paper with a deep purple satin ribbon tied around it. Paige's favourite colour, of course.

"You know Christmas isn't for another week, right?" she teased, but she eagerly took the present.

"It's nothing big," Violet said quickly, watching her delicately untie the ribbon, making sure to keep it intact. The paper was a different story.

As soon as she got into them, Paige lit up like the Christmas tree that she always complained her family put up too early. Violet liked it; it was definitely better than her foster parents' attempts to "make her feel included" in their traditions. She forced the smile to stay on her face, but as soon as Paige started squealing in delight, it didn't take much effort.

"I love these," she said, already opening the box of chocolates. "They're my favourite kind."

"I know," Violet said softly.

Paige lifted her gaze to her, and her smile stretched. She leaned over and kissed her cheek, startling her. But Paige didn't seem to notice as she pulled back, saying, "This is the best gift ever. I'm totally going to eat these before Christmas, you know that?"

Violet laughed, trying to ignore the warm flush beneath her skin. Paige popped one in her mouth then insisted that she eat one, too. And she could never say no to her.

They stayed in the music room, messing around with the instruments. Paige didn't do a whole lot of proper practicing, but she didn't seem to mind Violet's distraction. As they were mid-laughter, there was a knock on the door and a head popped around it. A boy. His beaming smile fell a little when he saw them both sitting there.

Violet was about to ask if he wanted something, but Paige spoke first with a roll of her eyes. "Derek, what are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to see if you were in here," he said with a shrug, trying and failing to be totally smooth. "Wanted to say hi. And see you."

Violet's stomach turned. Violently. She glanced from him to Paige, trying to gauge her reaction - annoyance, right? She hated Derek Hale, they both did. He was loud and annoying and was always disrupting the class.

But Paige was smiling. "Well, now you have. So, you can go."

"Right. See you later."

He left, but Paige was still smiling. Violet coudn't muster one. Her heart was almost beating too fast to hear her as she said, "I forgot to tell you" and launched into a recollection of how he had talked to her and what they had said the other day. The chocolate aftertaste turned sour in her mouth as Paige's cheeks turned pink and her smile grew wider with every word.

Finally, when there was a pause, Violet asked, "Do you like him?"

"What?" Paige rolled her eyes again and scoffed. "No, definitely not. I mean, he's kind of cute. In an annoying way. But I don't like him."

She avoided looking at her. The bell went, perfectly in sync with Violet's heart as she watched Paige get up, suddenly worried about being late for their next class. She waited for her, holding the door open, but Violet knew, deep down, that she had already lost her.

[circlesinthesky]

I can’t look at the stars (they make me wonder where you are)

samandy - pre-canon rewrite & post season two - otherwise mostly canon compliant

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When Sam Winchester ran off to Flagstaff, Arizona at fourteen, he didn’t tell Dean, didn’t tell his dad. He just disappeared, leaving behind the rigid life of hunting, the constant pressure of being John Winchester’s son, and the suffocating feeling of never really having control over his own future. For the first time, Sam felt free.

And he wasn’t alone, despite what he would later tell Dean.

In Flagstaff, he met Andy Gallagher for the first time. A fellow runaway, Andy had been drifting from place to place to avoid any more foster homes, and trying to figure out where he fit in a world that he felt had already rejected him.

Even then, he had this easy, carefree nature about him, a kind of lightness that Sam had never known. Andy wasn’t like Sam—he wasn’t burdened by responsibility, and he wasn’t running from monsters or a predestined life. He was just… living. Maybe that’s what drew Sam in.

They met by accident, both sneaking into the same abandoned house on the outskirts of town. It was supposed to be temporary for both of them, but neither one left. Sam didn’t ask too many questions about Andy’s past, and Andy never pressed Sam about his.

They lived day to day, surviving on convenience store food and the money Andy would somehow always manage to come up with, though Sam never pushed him to explain how— Andy always looked a little tense when Sam brought up anything to do with how he got all the food, supplies or money that he did, and it wasn’t worth scaring him off to sate his curiosity.

And then there was Bones, Andy’s dog, who seemed to take to Sam immediately, as if recognizing a kindred soul. He curled up next to Sam to sleep more often than not.

For a little while, Sam could almost pretend the rest of his life didn’t exist. He was just Sam, a kid in Flagstaff, living in an abandoned house with a scruffy dog and a boy who made him feel like the world didn’t have to be so heavy.

It wasn’t long before Sam realized his feelings for Andy were more than just what you were supposed to feel for a friend.

There was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put into words at the time. He found himself watching Andy when he wasn’t looking, laughing at his jokes just a little too hard, and feeling that unfamiliar flutter in his chest when Andy smiled at him. It scared him—how easy it was to care about someone, how vulnerable that made him feel.

Andy seemed to sense it, though, without Sam ever having to say a word. One night, when they were sitting on the roof of the house, watching the stars, Andy nudged Sam’s shoulder and quietly asked, “What are you so afraid of, Sam?”

Sam didn’t know how to answer. He was afraid of everything—of losing this moment, losing Andy, of what his dad and Dean would think of him loving a boy, of the life he feared he couldn’t really escape forever. But Andy didn’t push. He just sat there, quiet and understanding, and somehow that was enough. They stayed like that for a long time, until Sam finally whispered, “I’m not afraid when I’m here with you.”

They had shared a kiss so tentative and sweet under the stars that night, it had left Sam feeling like he was floating for an entire week.

And for a while, Sam really wasn’t scared. After that night, he let himself fall for Andy in the way he’d always been too scared to before—softly, quietly, in stolen glances and lingering touches. It wasn’t some grand romance, they were just kids. But it was real, and for Sam, it was enough. He clung to it for as long as he could.

Eventually, the guilt of running away ate a hole through him, and Sam had to leave. He knew Dean was out there, probably looking for him with their dad, and the longer he stayed here, the harder it would be to go back when they inevitably found him. When he left Flagstaff, he didn’t say goodbye to Andy. He couldn’t. It hurt too much. Instead, he slipped away in the early morning, leaving behind the only place he’d ever felt like he belonged and a kiss to a sleep warmed cheek.

He couldn’t escape every goodbye, though. Bones had whimpered as he watched him go with big, sad eyes that had only served to twist the knife, like he knew Sam wasn’t coming back.

—

Years later, when Sam crossed paths with Andy again during his search for the special children, it was like being hit by a wave of everything he’d tried to forget.

Andy didn’t remember him, or if he did, he didn’t show it. But Sam remembered. He remembered those nights under the stars, the laughter, the feeling of being free. And when Andy died, another victim of the cruel game the world had thrust upon them, Sam felt a part of himself break all over again.

He’d never told Dean about Andy.

How he wasn’t alone in Flagstaff, about the boy who made him feel like he could be more than a hunter, who had challenged his fear. And he never would.

That part of Sam’s life belonged to Andy alone, and the sweet memories they shared in that house would be buried with him.

He hoped that wherever Andy ended up, it was in a place with a canopy of stars overhead, and no more fear.

[therarepairimpala]

role swap!rowichael (aka angel!rowena and witch!michael)

because i love female archangel aus

dean is still rowena’s true vessel, because we’ve already established that the angels don’t necessarily care the gender of their vessel

yes michael is crowley’s father in this au and yes you can imagine how that’s gonna go

rowena is just as strict as michael, but much flirtier (i wouldn’t say she “loves” humanity, necessarily, but she finds it fun)

michael may be an arrogant witch, but he shows kindness to his students (namely, sam)

he does make a comment that “are we sure that it’s only one sister? i haven’t seen luci in a while” and rowena almost smites him for talking about her brother

the feelings happen on accident. michael flirts with her as a distraction and she’s surprised that she feels something small in her chest. a small, little feeling.

they insult-flirt and play fight, much to the confusion of those around them (sometimes even they don’t know when they’re being serious)

it’s honestly better that they’re on separate sides because they could probably beat god themselves if they worked together. every time they agree on something they’re almost unstoppable.

enemies to allies to lovers

michael claims he doesn’t want to fight Rowena as dean because he doesn’t want to hurt dean as a vessel, but that’s only half true

michael is mad at himself for loving an angel but at the same time he comforts himself saying “well, lucifer is an archangel and i have to work with him sometimes so this isn’t so different, right?”

“do you think i’m beautiful enough to be an angel?” “not by a mile” before kissing him

“do you think i can make an angel fall in love with a spell? …has anyone tried?”

michael is much quieter than rowena, but just a tad bit crueler. and takes a little more joy in his work.

“I thought witches were women” “…it would be wise to remember you’re in my domain, Winchester.”

crowley hates this the most because he does NOT want an angel mother as the king of hell (rowena likes to tease him about this. she’s more affectionate to michael when Crowley is around and refers to herself as crowley’s step mother)

“maybe i can defeat hell by marrying into it-“ “if you get near my father i will start to apocalypse myself”

they end up making the nephilim instead /j

[farenmaddox]

Additional excerpt from the "Mick is my precious bean" fic (previous excerpt here). Why? Because I CAN and I am HYPE and I want to keep the momentum going. I have 14k already and I will proooooobably finish somewhere between 20-25K. GUYS, it's so fun. My boy Mick!!!

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“Can I help? I’m no chef but I can chop an onion.”

“Nah, I’m just making beef stew, nothing I can’t handle,” Dean said jovially while going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of some no doubt piss-awful American lager and handing it over. He picked up his own drink and clinked their bottles together. “What’s all that, anyway?”

“Most of it is what I believe you like to call rabbit food,” Mick said dryly. “But I thought you might like bangers and mash, so I bought supplies. I can make it tomorrow if you like.”

“Banger what?”

“It’s sausages and mashed potatoes in onion gravy.”

“Nice. Sounds awesome. Consider yourself on kitchen rotation. But if you ever try to make tofu in here, I’ll have to fumigate the whole place, so don’t even think about it.”

“Noted.”

“So you guys were gone for a long time,” Dean said in a questing tone.

Mick didn’t freeze, because he was trained not to. He just continued pulling vegetables out of the bags and lining them up in the refrigerator. “Time got away. I had a lot of things I needed. I apologize if I took up too much of Castiel’s time.”

“Dude, no, what? You don’t need to apologize to me, and I promise he would have ditched your ass if he thought he had something more important to do. He’s fucking great at that. I was just making conversation.”

Mick was sure Dean had some sort of suspicion that it wasn’t merely a shopping trip between near-strangers, and he was clearly quite upset with Castiel. The less he said, the better. Dean let it go, and they wound up spending the rest of the time it took to prepare the stew with Dean properly filling Mick in on what had happened during the time he’d been laying low. Being trapped in the Bunker, how they’d gotten out, their assault on HQ and how Ketch, Dr. Hess, and Lady Bevell had all wound up dead. Crowley suddenly turning up with the unwelcome news that Lucifer was free. Racing to the cabin where Castiel had hidden Kelly and Jack (which put Dean’s earlier complaint about Castiel into context). The alternate dimension, the death of Crowley.

Mick had given up on beer and was drinking from a kindly-offered bottle of rotgut whiskey by the time Dean leaned out into the hall to shout “Chow time!” and the others started to file in. Hearing about what his colleagues had done here was hard, especially that they’d let Lady Bevell get her hands on Mary. It was baffling that they’d been willing to let Mick walk back in the door at all, considering they still associated him mainly with his dead colleagues. He thought they might not have been as generous if he hadn’t turned up in the nick of time to knock Lucifer back into the other dimension.

“Hey, Mick, you okay?” Sam asked jovially, clapping him on the shoulder as he passed by.

Mick was a bit tipsy, and he blinked at Sam with wide eyes. “The front half of my car is in another dimension,” he said. “I…”

Dean laughed. “Man, I wish I’d actually gotten to see it. I was too busy getting tackled into the dirt. Cas, man, you couldn’t have tackled us the other way so we could see Lucifer’s fucking face when he went flying?”

Castiel stalked in, rolling his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Dean, next time I’m preventing you from being hit by a car, I will think harder about the view.”

[angelsberrymilk]

I need more of Sammy and Soldier Boy.. pleaseee 🥹🥹🥹

Im going feral over them and I need to be satiated.

samboy (Sam winchester x soldier boy/ben)

aprox. 800 words

tags: +18 mdni. non-con (this is RAPE), abuse, crying, near-death experience, guilt, hallucination (?), feminization, general dark yucky stuff knowing soldier boy, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

soldier fucks Sam like he wants to kill him. like he wants to brand him from the inside out.

the room is filled with wet sounds, the continuous sound of their skin slapping together, ass to hips, lube messily spread between Sammy's thighs, his angry red cock swinging under him as Soldier boy holds him by the neck like an unruly dog, pinning him to the bed on his stomach, his back arched and his eyes rolled back.

his long legs are spread apart. his hole fluttering around Soldier boy's thick cock, stretching and squeezing around him. He can't help it. not when soldier boy feels warm on top of him, how he grunts and moans and praises him and calls him filthy names in the same breath, right in his ear, his beard rubbing his skin raw. He smells good too, musky and manly with a hint of sweat, so familiar, so close to home. too close to home.

It's so good that it hurts, and with each thrust Sammy's mind chips away and his memory gets weaker, forgetting how he even ended up in this position. Forgetting that Soldier Boy came in and threw a bottle of lube at him, telling him he has only 3 minutes to get ready. told him how it was nice of him to even give Sammy a heads up. he should consider himself lucky. that he should be thankful. Come on, Sammy, thank him. 

Thank him for rearranging your guts while you tried to fight him off. 

Thank him for holding you down as you couldn't even cry as he ripped your trousers off.

Thank him from the same mouth you're wailing and moaning on his cock. 

Sam tries to be quiet, to hold on until the man above him takes his fill, but he can't keep his mouth close, noises punched out of him, his tongue heavy in his mouth, he can't speak, the only sounds coming out of him are primal, pained and animalistic.

"Look at your little hole, boy am I glad I can fit in there without ripping your pussy, would be a shame if I did," Soldier boy says, satisfied beyond measure. a deathgrip on Sammy's tan waist, thumbing at the sweat-wet skin. 

Sam feels like he's going to pass out, his ears ringing, and he can't control his mouth. His tongue feels too heavy for his mouth, weak, as if he'd been stung by bees right in there, clogging his throat shut. Sam's eyes are wet and his cheeks even more so, he can taste blood and he can hear Dean calling out his name, the sun coming in from the windows bright and harsh. Sam isn't sure he's breathing, can't tell and then suddenly he feels cold and his eyes focus in a startling clarity. 

“Hey, don't you pass out on me, boy” Dean grits his teeth. 

Sam starts crying all over again, or maybe he's never stopped, or hasn't, who knows. His head was stuffed with marijuana smoke, the smell of beer, sweat, lube, mould and blood. 

Dean is mean. 

Dean is being mean to him. 

Sammy wants to whine, wants to cry big fat tears, push him off and wail in his babybrother voice, tell him how he almost killed him, how he lost himself and almost crushed his neck in his chemically enhanced strength. It wasn't Sammy's fault!

Sam suddenly feels hot from the inside, his eyes roll back and he thinks he's smiling thinking one of his organs finally ripped apart and is bleeding, that he'll float and go join his brother, in a heaven only built for them. 

He must be making an awful lot of noise when Dean is shaking him by the shoulders, “Calm down, Sammy,”

Sam feels his soul dragged back down to earth and he realises he was the one shaking, his stomach, chest and chin are sticky with his own cum. Sam's sight is blurry when he slowly lifts his head and looks down his body, expecting to see a puddle of blood but instead all he sees is Ben's soft cock, wet and pink, horrifyingly gorgeous. 

“Stop being a fucking pussy, I just came inside you, you're fine.” Ben says and Sam didn't even realise he was talking. 

Sam was about to say something but instead his eyes rolled back and that's the last thing he remembers before he passes out, sticky with cum, sweat and tears, and not a single drop of blood in sight, only the one in his mouth, from his own doing. sinful blood trying to choke him, end his wretched life to deliver the world from his existence.

tags cuz thank u sm for sharing my love for these two 💚

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[writer-of-various]

Why do yall make me cry???

And no happy ending either??? Now I understand how y'all feel :(

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

MIDAM DINER DATE THIS IS NOT A DRILL