#the fact that sam never goes ’stop calling me that’ or whatever is making me feel things

[gatoraid]

Aziz calling Sam princess

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Tim had heard the phrase 'The wrong twin made it home' a number of times in his life, his parents were always very upfront about how the felt towards him. But... 'made it home' doesn't indicate death, does it? ...Tim ends up taking Danny's place by Sam's side in front of Congress to lobby the end of the Anti-Ecto Acts.

...

Tim has been up for hours passed when he told Alfred he would be resting and he's wrapped up his case files into neat little bows to deliver to Babs and the GCPD/Lawyers to do their jobs. Damian had made a comment earlier in their patrol that night about Tim being the wrong sibling to make it to his rescue and... and it got him thinking about that phrase. His parents were negligent with him, certainly, but they were always very clear about how he stood in their eyes. Praise and criticism were the two options, and very strictly limited passes of 'I love yous' that faded as he got older.

He's run his DNA before in the national databases- it was critical for maintaining his Alias' that multiple people didn't flag- but he's never searched in records before. About his twin. About the one who didn't make it home.

And its definitely the lack of sleep, and definitely the lack of brotherly affection he feels these days, but Tim just can't close the door until he's seen a death certificate. He's hacked Gotham General Hospital a million times for work, but doing it for his own gain feels wrong some how and he works with extreme caution. He finds his own birth certificate and... One Theodore Daniel Drake.

Tim snorts with a short ha, pretentious name alert and goes on to find not a single certificate of death or medical record of atypia. Oh no, what he finds is adoption paperwork meant to be closed to all wondering eyes and one Daniel James Fenton leaving the hospital instead. Tim blinks a few times, retraces his steps and then sure enough, learns for a second time that his TWIN was still alive.

Finding the Fentons was easy enough, their Lab address on all of their patents was seemingly also their home address. Danny had a much better hidden internet presence, it was good cybersecurity he'd have to praise him, but Tim had been trained better. Getting into his brother's files... Raised a number of new questions. Why was he compiling evidence against the government? What the fuck was he doing analyzing policy? Why did he have 'rogue' files???

Then Tim hacks into Danny's phone (he's learned at this point that Daniel was a no-go) and sees the conversations between his twin and his twin's best friends.

Sam Manson has an appointment with a Senator to Lobby for the end of the Anti-Ecto Acts. She wants Danny to join her, demonstrate something Tim can't determine, but he's refusing to leave and let his adoptive parents have even a moment to develop a new weapon without him there to destroy it. Someone called CW warned him about changes coming his way or something cryptic. Tim learns a lot from their back and forth, but stops reading once it gets to their personal squabbles.

Tim gets the meeting details and forwards it to Tam- If Danny can't make it... Tim will. And if Tim can't demonstrate whatever Danny was going to, it would at least help to throw around his name.

Tim writes an email to Danny- It's meant to go out after the lobbying appointment- and it explains that Tim found out about him and wants to connect if Danny does, and if Danny doesn't he at least wants to get him set up with his half of the Drake family inheritance. He includes a few personal facts, including that he too ended up adopted in life and had siblings, that he helped run a company and took on the world too soon. It takes a lot out of Tim to be so candid- but he doesn't want Danny to be too blindsided by the Waynes. He attaches a family photo with the label "you'll be able to tell which one is me'.

...

Sam is tapping her stupid, uncomfortable heels waiting for these dumbass, elderly politicians to get their shit together so she can speak. Sam was resourceful and surprisingly, the second she took on politics as a way to waste the family money, her mother Pamela was all for it. She's wanting Sam to run for president now... At least she doesn't complain when Sam organizes protests.

The door behind her opens, and while she knows its not going to be Danny behind her, a girl can feel a bit crushed. She really thought he would be behind her today, but Danny was being weird about this whole thing. Clockwork had him spooked about something changing today, and Danny wanted to be in Amity Park in case it was another Pariah situation or something. His parents had been on edge lately too...

"Sorry, I'm not late am I?" A voice asks and it's just so close but not- Sam turns her head to see Danny in a nice suit with long hair and eyebags way darker than she'd seen on him in a while. This... Wasn't Danny. She blinks, and then something in her anxiously decides that the universe is fucking with her and she will be fighting back.

"Everyone is late." She glares at him, appraising his every move. The woman behind him is typing dedicatedly on her tablet and the man himself looks like he might fall over while he shuffles his files in hand.

"Well, then I'm on time. My name is Tim Drake, I'm here to help your cause in getting the Anti-Ecto acts repealed and the parties responsible for it apprehended."

"Tim Drake? As in-"

"As in Co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises. And I've done a lot of research, so I hope you'll let me play a supportive role while you speak."

"There's no way you've been able to research if you've been out of Amity, The whole city is under a media blackout." Sam's glare looks like it could cut him.

"Not to brag, but that sort of thing doesn't slow me down these days. I've made physical copies of the things they're most likely to delete and I've sent everything to the Justice League, who in turn are sending it to the Lantern Corps." He states matter-of-factly and Sam finally stops being angry at the world to just be... stumped. What the hell was going on?

"How did you... Why?"

"Tam, tell Ms. Manson how passionate I am about human rights?" The guy sounds anxious, the woman rolls her eyes and says "Very." without stopping her typing.

The doors open and Sam has only a moment to decide that Tim can join her... He proves himself to be an asset, and his name alone gets them further than she had anticipated getting today.

....

Danny is watching Sam walk into the space via C-span, gasping when his own likeness follows behind her. What the fuck???

He can barely drag his eyes away as the clone (?) introduces himself as Tim Drake and proceeds to rip them into shreds for delaying Sam Manson of all people. Danny is transfixed and Tucker is blowing up his phone.

"DUDE ARE YOU SEEING THIS?" Tucker's voice loudly calls out the second danny blindly answers.

"Dude, I just, I don't even know? He cant be a clone right? But he's gotta be?" Danny hypothesizes.

"Nah dude, there's like, a whole lifetime of media presence for Tim Drake since he was like, tiny. This is so weird he looks just like you..."

"This is so weird." Danny dumbly agrees because he can't think of anything else to say.

Sam finishes her points, Tim submits the evidence to the court and they leave. Danny's phone pings with an email notification.

"Danny my guy, you should check that, Sam isn't responding yet. Her phone is probably still off."

He follows Tucker's advise and opening his email... Is a new message from Tim Drake.

"...I don't know what the fuck is going on?" Danny continues to say, and Tucker asks him just to read it out loud, "It's just... Apparently I am both adopted and a twin?"

"...My guy." Tucker sounds just as much at a loss.

...

Sam calls them both after Tim Drake is rushed away by his PA Tam (who she found herself admiring more and more), and is relieved when they dont immediately answer by screaming.

"So Danny, Tucker, you guys are traveling with me next weekend." Sam deadpans.

"Apparently shit gets twilight-zone level weird anytime you leave Amity!" Tucker exclaims.

"...What's next weekend?" Danny asks, hesitation in his voice.

"Your twin invited us, well, mostly you, to a Wayne Family Brunch. We're going cause those assholes have money and political influence, you're going because we all probably need to know what the fuck is going on with that guy."

[sammyofold]

Here are those fic recs I promised you @incesthemes ! I hope there's some in there that you'll really enjoy <3 I split up the recs into overarching tropes to group some together, but I'll start with those that don't fit into any of the groups.

The list got a bit long, so I decided to split it up into two parts.

(Part 1 | Part 2)

Courting Death by theproblematique.

Summary: Sam Winchester lived the first six months of his life in a happy family; the next twelve years as John Winchester's only son, and the last decade as an orphan. He's supposed to die at twenty-two trying to save the woman he loves from a fire, because he doesn't have a brother to pull him back. But the night Sam meets his Reaper he discovers that Death is overly fond of pop-culture references, too beautiful to be real, and reluctant to kill him.

Servant of Servants 'verse by klove0511.

This is a two-part series (though I think it might've been intended to have more fics, its ending doesn't leave you feeling snubbed), posing the question: "what if it had been Sam who'd been mortally wounded at the end of Season 1?"

love potion no. 9 by according2thelore.

Summary: Dean drinks a love potion. Sam is falling apart at the seams because he's been in love with his brother for more than a decade.

keep me in a daydream by according2thelore.

Summary: After an accidental kiss makes a hunt go suspiciously well, Sam and Dean decide to try it again. And again. And again. It's no different from wearing lucky socks, right? A 5 + 1.

for you and me (i got no alibi) by remy.

Summary: There are people hitting on Sam wherever he goes, and Dean is doing weird things like holding doors open for him and touching him way more than is necessary, and it's all driving Sam up the wall. It doesn't help that he's been in love with Dean for just about forever, and all of it feels like a mockery of something he'll never get to have. Meanwhile, Dean is at his wits' end trying to figure out how he can make Sam realize that he is, in fact, trying to get into his pants.

Ben Has Two Dads by regala_electra.

Summary: When Ben turns thirteen and learns that Dean Winchester is his father, he runs away to join his father (and uncle). A tale where boys are boys, Vikings are Vikings, unicorns go to Candy Mountains, Dean and Sam are in big gay love, and Ben becomes a Winchester.

Last Temptation by merle_p.

Summary: Sam is running a fever again, the kind of fever no Ibuprofen or cold compress will bring down, the kind of fever that is eating him up alive, eviscerating him from the inside. He is too hot and too cold and too pale, delirious and shaking, resonating with whatever divine energy the trials are subjecting him to, and Dean is not sure how much longer he can stand to see him be in this state. Because Sam is quite possibly dying, and there is nothing Dean can do to stop it. Because Sam is dying, and he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

Five Times Dean Forgot and One Time He Remembered by elsi.

Summary: Rowena warned him the obliviate curse might have “aftershocks.” That Dean could relapse to his amnesiac state without warning—though only temporarily, she assured. But this? This goes beyond calling a lamp a “light stick.”

Whatever It Is by theproblematique.

Summary: Both Sam and Dean get sent to the year 2014.

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life, Too) by TeacupUnicorn.

Summary: Sam and Dean get handcuffed together during a hunt. With a werewolf on their tail and a proximity to each other they haven’t had since they were kids, their unstable relationship is put to the test and their trust in each other is pushed to the limit. Set sometime after 5x16 and before 5x20.

Not Her Sam by Yuval25.

Summary: Future Dean goes back in time to change the future and saves Jess. Future Sam tags along unexpectedly. And Jess is okay. No, seriously. She's fine.

Mistaken For a Couple

101 - mythology by ani_coolgirl.

Summary: As Sam, Dean, and Kali flee Lucifer's slaughter, Kali makes an assumption. The boys try to clear up any misconceptions. They don't do a very good job.

I need you so much closer by cherryvanilla.

Summary: five times they're mistaken for a couple plus one time they actually are.

Domesticity

Paisley by samsexualdeancurious.

Summary: After his mind wall was broken and was healed, Sam knows he can’t be a hunter anymore, so he and Dean retire, and Sam ends up finding a homeless dog who was abused and together they heal.

The Chicago Verse by compo67.

This is a series spanning a whopping 169 fics. I've read only a few of them and I enjoyed Sam and Dean retiring in this town together. It's still updating, looks like, since the latest fic added was in May of this year.

a few things worth saying by hathfrozen.

Summary: “So this morning,” Dean ventures as they blast down the highway in pitch black night toward a probable werewolf case. Sam looks over at him, thin eyebrows raised, eyes clear and calm. He’s not even difficult about it, doesn’t ask what Dean is after, doesn’t deny what had happened. Instead he says, very simply, “I just figure, why lie?” Alright then.

All The Way In by hunters_retreat.

Summary: Sam never did know how exactly it happened. One day, he and Dean were run ragged, exhausted from yet another disaster of a hunt, no money and no gas, no prospects and no allies left alive to give them a hand. The next, they owned a store with a shooting range and Sam was a professor of religious studies at a local community college.

Pre-Series & Season 1

To Blow Against the Wind by dreamlittleyo.

Summary: After Oasis Plains, Sam and Dean can't. Stop. Touching each other.

Star-Crossed by Agent_Hellcat.

Summary: Before Sam departs for Stanford, he writes a letter to Dean, begging him to come to Palo Alto with him.

Birthday Suit by wincestation.

Summary: On the morning of Dean’s eighteenth birthday, Dad takes him to buy a suit. Sam is… interested.

house song by according2thelore.

Summary: “The werewolf.” Sam says, quick. Hushed. Scared. “I don’t know how. I was—He was standing above you and then he wasn’t. And I think I did that.” Dean keeps whispering stuff to Sam, banal reassurances that Sam soaks up like a sponge, but he feels sick. Sammy did something impossible. Sammy’s been doing impossible things. For years. Or: Pre-Canon/Teen!chesters AU in which Sam develops powers at age eleven, Dean will do anything to protect him, and they have to live with the consequences

Outsider POV

What I've Done by Amoreanonyname.

Summary: He wasn’t going to say anything more about it. He could tell, Dean was happy to see him, but wasn’t going to humor this topic. Dean, young Dean would jump to obey John, to answer John’s questions, but this was an older Dean who was more loyal to someone else now. More loyal to his brother. John wasn’t the priority here, and he realized with another guilty jump in his stomach that he never should have been.

something you love and understand by monsterq.

Summary: In heaven, Mary makes an unwelcome discovery about her sons’ relationship.

a skeleton terribly restless by remy.

Summary: Mary knows she doesn't fit right in this strange new world she's woken up in, with these grown men masquerading as her sons, but she tries her best. She really does. She closes her eyes to all the things she does not want to see, and she lies to herself until she's convinced. Until she can't.

Flowers on the Window Sill by orphan_account.

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester's relationship as observed by the good people of Star's Hollow.

Soulmates

Fix You by non_tiembo_mala.

Summary: After their encounter with Famine, the boys are in dire straits. With Dean left shaken by the horseman's taunts - which rang truer than he'd like to admit - and Sam juiced up on demon blood again, Dean is at a loss. He has no idea how to move forward, or where they're meant to go from here. Then again, they’ve always had each other - perhaps their salvation isn't as far away as it seems.

All Too Familiar by sammichgirl.

Summary: Sam's new hobby has consequences they never saw coming. Turns out, that's OK with Dean after all.

What We Do by BleedingInk.

Summary: Castiel catches Sam and Dean in a compromising position.

since feeling is first by queenklu.

Summary: That he wants to think this is Dean yanking a leash should make his blood run cold, not aching hot. It should make him sick, angry, it should get his fucking hackles up and make him fight. He does want to fight. But there’s a skin-thin line between primal things, and fighting isn’t all he wants to do.

if the dam breaks open many years too soon by deirde_c.

Summary: Sam’s soul springs a leak, and Dean’s the one who can repair it.

In the beached margin of the sea by rivers_bend.

Summary: Sam and Dean black out on a hunt, and when they wake up, Dean's having visions and Sam can't get new, strange feelings out of his head. When John finds out about the side effects, he'll do anything to get rid of the "curse". But Sam and Dean don't want to go back to the way things were before.

I Don't Need A Symbol by amoreanonyname.

Summary: It hadn’t meant that much to Sam at first. A warm glow at being able to do something nice for Dean, to give him something for once, to make him as happy as he seemed when he put it on immediately. It was what it meant to Dean that made it mean something else to Sam.

[ihatedean]

it's so small but there's something so interesting to me about the fact that when dean makes eileen's "pro list" with sam he says "she gets it. she gets us" instead of... you know, the much more normal and sane alternative when talking about your brother's potential partner, "she gets you."

it speaks volumes I think because there are so many examples of their attempts at a committed relationship failing specifically because [she] (insert whatever name you want here) did not get them. like, as a unit. [she] understood sam or understood dean and could maybe have given them something they wanted; you think you love someone, and yeah, there's baggage, he's been through some shit he doesn't want to talk about, but sometimes that's relationships, right? but if you had to pinpoint a moment in the relationship when things got bad, it would literally be the second the brother shows up. that's when you realize this man can't even imagine being anything but a half of something else. you love a person that is incapable of seeing himself as such. you loved a coping mechanism.

i don't think dean believes sam ever needed his seal of approval to be with eileen, not consciously at least, but the highlight of these late seasons is witnessing the aftermath of these two accepting that they cannot breathe if they don't know where the other one is. even worse, how natural they make it seem. of course i killed myself to bring you back. water is wet, dude, keep up. and just like dean said, eileen just... gets that. definitely because she met them at a very different point in their lives in comparison to, say, lisa or amelia. they have a security that only comes with seeing with your own eyes as your brother literally kills death for you. eillen knows that if she wants sam, he'll always carry dean with him. she might not fully understand how deep it goes or how bad it can get because she never witnessed it, all she knows is that brother trumps over girlfriend, she's not fighting it.

compared to sam who barely opens up to his partners and i assume only scratched the surface of The Thing with his brother, dean personally had his ex calling him out on his weird relationship with sam. like, lisa borderline insults them lol and though i don't think lisa's words made him insecure about it, it's not surprising he'd be more aware of eileen's reaction to it. "i tried the family thing" essentially means "i let someone see it."

if eileen stays there she'll be dating the two of them, just... in a not-fun, very unsexy way. and no one in that bunker stops for a second to think how deeply disturbing that is.

anyways i wrote this three days ago and thought maybe my brain made up the "she gets us" part, so i looked up the clip to make sure i'm not crazy and found this in the comments. thank you sinasina4170 on youtube two years ago. you said it a lot better in a lot less words.

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader chapter 14

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. 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 there 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: 2,833

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

I got the divider from

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Cas’s POV

Orders, obedience, and being a faithful soldier never mattered to me to go against until I met the Winchesters until I met her in particular. My orders to save Dean Winchester I did without thinking twice I did everything asked of me. My whole existence had never been that important until my garrison got the order to save the Winchester from Hell. But before I saved him I saved his sister.

About two months before we got the order I heard one of the biggest cries of help I've ever felt from a human. Angels aren't supposed to answer prayers. That was God’s job but no Angel had seen him in so long all we had was orders from some higher power that I had never seen. So I did something I never thought I would, I answered her prayer. I flew down and I didn’t have a vessel but I did have a presence.

“I don’t know what I’m doing out here I- I'm just so tired so whatever is out there I'm begging you.” She was sobbing on her knees now. “Bring him back! Bring him Back!” I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen human emotions like this before. So I did the only thing I could do.

I lifted my wing and put it on her shoulder as I did something happened, I felt her pain, happiness, and joy. I have never felt really before. It was an overwhelming experience but wonderful at the same time. She began to stop and looked around for what had helped her but couldn't see me so she got up and whispered “Thank you.” That was the first time Y/n Winchester made me feel something but it wouldn't be the last.

Y/N’s POV

After we arrived back at Bobby’s I went straight to sleep pretty sure I had a concussion but I didn't have time to worry about that. We had to find Sam. I woke up to the sounds of Bobby and Dean talking well more like arguing. “Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him.” That’s when I walked into the conversation. “What do you mean Dean of course we are calling him.” Dean ignored my sentence. “How’s the head kid.” “I'll live now why won’t you call Sam!?” “We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?” “Really! Our brother is not important right now. Dean this is when he needs us now more than ever!” “I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your–” Bobby added in. “Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?” Dean snapped back.

“He's your brother. And he's drowning.” “Thank you, Bobby!” “Bobby, we tried to help him, we did. Look what happened.” “So we try again Damnit!” “It's too late.” I scoffed at him. “There's no such thing.” Bobby is trying so hard to convince him because my words aren't doing much. “No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants.” “How could you say that Dean! Just because he wanted his own life he’s what, no longer our brother!?” “You don't mean that.” “Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was.” I gasped and started to tear up.

Bobby looked pissed off to all seven layers of Hell. Knocking things over. Getting in Dean’s face. “You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!” “I told him, "You walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!” “You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward.”

I had never heard Bobby talk about Dad like that. It felt good. “My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?” “He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. And blame N/n for your Mom’s passing. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.” “Dean he’s right you have always been better than Dad.” Dean was facing the window he turned back to respond and I blinked and when I opened my eyes again I was in a room that I'd never been in before.

“What… the… fuck maybe I should have gotten my head checked out.” The room was traced out in gold and famous art hung on the walls. It looked like a room that would cost a thousand dollars just to get in. “This is real Y/n and you do have a small concussion. “Of fucking course.” It was Zachariah.

“So what is all this and where the Hell is Dean.” I gestured around the room, and then I noticed in the middle of the table were all my favorite snacks and drinks. “This Y/n is a waiting room and to answer your second question that you asked so nicely he’s in the other one.” “What am I waiting for?” “Well, it’s really to hold you from stopping your brothers.” He saw my confused face. “You know that face is almost cute, if we let you go you would try to stop Sam and we can’t have that.” “Why!?” “Because it is Dean’s destiny, not your’s. Your’s is to support from the sidelines because sweetheart you were born for the sidelines.” I never wanted a knife in my hands more. He picks up a drink and sips it in satisfaction. “Oh, I heard about your little spat with Castiel so Sad.” I didn't even have a comeback. “I'll come get you when everything is said and done… maybe.” He disappeared with his stupid smirk. I sat down thinking how the Hell I would get out of this one.

I pick up my phone and give Sam a call and of course no answer. At least I can leave a message “Sam I know you feel guilty about hurting us. But the thing is I already forgive you because I know you. You my big brother who has always been there for me, you taught me that it was okay to want something more than this life that we got sucked into because of Dad. I don’t think I ever told you but uh I was so proud of you for Stanford I am still. So please whatever happens know I lo-”

The message got cut off. I threw the phone and as I did it passed Cas. “I heard you got hurt.” “Oh so suddenly the distraction can get medical help.” “Y/n please.” “No, you know what Cas I have never seen you as a way to get things. I have always chosen this friendship over that! I don’t know what got in you but right now that doesn't matter I need you to bring me to Sam.”

“Have you forgotten what happened the last time you met?” “No. That's the whole point. He needs us.” “No.” “What do you mean, no? Are you saying that I'm trapped here?” “You can go wherever you want.” “Great, then I want to see Sam.” “Except there.” “Of course. Whatever screw you, I'm out of here.” I walk towards the door. “Through what door?” I look again and the doors and Cas are gone.

I pick up a mini-statue and start to hit the wall one way or another I was going to get out of here. I hit the wall so hard that dust flew in my eyes I went to rub them and when I went back the wall looked brand new. “Really! Fuck!” I threw the statue down and it smashed in pieces. “You and your brother could be twins with how you're like monkeys.”It was Zachariah. “Let me go.” “Like I said we can't have you stop Sam that is Dean’s job.” “I think that’s bullshit because why does it matter who stops him as long we stop… you don’t want it to stop do you?” “You're smarter than I thought and nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you.” He’s so smug in his words.

“And the seals?” “Our grunts on the ground -- we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let 65 seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?” “And Cas is one of those grunts.” He laughs at my words. “You know this little friendship between the two of you was cute in the beginning but now it’s just annoying. Of course, he is, sweetheart I mean that’s all he was ever and all he is going to be.” “Why the apocalypse?” “Why not? The apocalypse? Poor name, bad marketing -- puts people off. When all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a... slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins -- and we will -- it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?” “What about all people in your pissing match.”

“Well... you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case... truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look... it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered.” He sits down on the couch like it was a throne. “ “What about Sam? He won't go quietly. He'll stop Lilith.” “Sam... has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it.” “What the hell does that mean?” “Don’t worry as I said that it is for Dean.” “Tell me something. Where's God in all this?” “God? God has left the building.” That left chills down my spine.

I tried to call Sam and Dean but of course, all I got was busy signals. It was like being a kid again being kept on the sidelines while my brothers and Dad hunted. I hated it then and now I despise it. I hear those damn wings flutter. “You won't be able to reach them Y/n.” “What are you going to do to Sam?” I asked him not daring to look up, already knowing the answer. “Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself.” “And what does that even mean Cas?” I finally looked at him. “Right I mean I’m just a distraction so why tell me anything.” I chuckled dryly. “I don't even know why you're here?”

“You are a not distraction!” “Really! What changed your Damn mind!?” “I thought about everything we’ve been together and you never used me for my powers I just didn't want it to end like this.” “What? Me mad at you because you hurt me. When you call someone a distraction you don’t just say sorry and everything is dandy Cas.” “I mean what does our friendship mean to you cause I'll tell you what you mean to me!” At this point, my emotions were in charge of everything.

“Cas you saved me, without you, I probably would have made a deal with the devil himself to get Dean back! You have been the one light that has not burned out on me. You're my best friend. I would take all the pain in the world for another second of banter from my brothers. Another Idjit from Bobby. Another minute of you being happy is what our friendship means to me, what about you?” I ended with tears rolling down my face. He didn't answer. “You know what my brother is about to die because of a destiny put together way before we were ever even a thought of our brothers I would like to spend my last hour thinking about my family instead with a spineless coward so go.” “Y/n-” “GO!” He flies and I fall to my knees crying out soul.

I didn't even know what to think or to feel. I am a whole mess of emotions. I was never going to see my brothers or Bobby again and … Cas. Damnit before I would say goodbye to any jackass who would be like this to me but Cas has somehow avoided my complete wrath and that only means one thing. But I didn't get much time to dwell on it until he showed up again. “Cas I told you-” Then he completely shocks me and shoves me up against the wall covering my mouth.

He takes out a knife and wow that is the last time I tell someone how their friendship means to me. Then he cuts himself. Zachariah flashes in “Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?” Cas makes a sigil and Zach flashes out. “Cas what is going On!?” “He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now.” “Where is he?” “I don't know. But I know who does. We have to stop him, Y/n, from killing Lilith.” ‘But Lilith's gonna break the final seal.” “Lilith is the final seal. She dies, the end begins.” 

We grabbed Dean and we popped into Chuck’s house. Unfortunately, we popped in when he was ordering some type of service that included women's company. He sees us and is flabbergasted and disappointed. “Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen.” The poor woman on the other end spoke. “No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back.” “St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?” Dean asked. “Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story. Especially you Y/n.” “As I keep being told.” I sarcastically say with an annoyed smile on my face.

“Yeah, well… We're making it up as we go.” Cas said looking at me and I gave him a small smile in return. At that moment the walls started to shake and bright light was invading the windows. “Aw, man! Not again! No!” Chuck yelled out. Cas turned to me. “I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!” “WHAT NO I'M NOT LEAVING YOU CAS!” I screamed at him. “You were right from before, you are my best friend and because of you I can freely feel. Thank you, Y/n Winchester” He grabs my shoulder and Dean’s. “Cas No NO-” We drop into the convent.

“Don’t worry Y/n I'm sure he's okay he's an angel he's Cas.” Cas you stupid son of a bitch for making me… “Ok let's go get our dumbass brother.” We run down the hall and what we see is not good. Ruby Sees us and slams the door with her mind. I knew that bitch wasn't really turned good. We ran over. “SAM! SAM!” We pounded on the door. “Dean wait wait ok 1…2…3!” We kicked the door open. “You're too late.” She said so smugly. “I dont care.” Sam held her. I grabbed the demon's knife and stabbed her.

“I.told.you” She dropped to the floor dead. In the middle of the ground next to dead Lillith a bright white light shot up and everything started to shake. Sam looks at both of us with a shamed look. “Guys I’m sorry.” Dean grabs our shoulders. “Guy’s let's go!” We run to the door and it closes in front of us. “Guys... he's coming.” This was it. The end times the devil and of course, we were right smack in the middle of but we are Winchesters we could do anything.

Well guys that was it I just got to spill my soul real quick lol. I just want to thank everyone that has read this story that has liked it and read it and looked at it. I am planning to do all seasons which might take awhile but it is my goal to make a great story to the best of my abilities. So excited for the next book. I love season 5 so much I don't know when the next chapter will be I want to focus on my other stories for a little while. But overall thank you for reading the first book of love, war and grace. See you y'all next time hopefully on my other stories but for now xoxo Gossip Girl ;) ;)

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: It's the start of training and Jamie still hasn't arrived. Everyone is worried until the doors open and he staggers in. To everyone's horror there is blood seeping out of his side. He's been stabbed. Roy manages to grab him before his legs give out on him. As Roy cradles Jamie to him, Jamie's gasping for air, his eyes are rolling, Jamie uses whatever strength he has left to pull Roy down for a searing kiss. He then goes totally limp, his lips slack against Roy's. It's complete and utter chaos as they rush Jamie to the hospital. Roy loses his mind with worry. Jamie pulls through and it's revealed that the person who stabbed Jamie is some psycho fan of Lust Conquers All who wanted one of Jamie's rivals on the show to love him and thought Jamie was competition. Jamie pulls through and he and Roy gotta deal with the fact that they are desperate in love with each other.

Ow! Damn! Okay! Yes! Pain!

Roy never wants to have to make that kind of call ever again. Georgie is catching the first train down. She said she trusts Roy to take care of her baby until then.

Her baby who is still unconscious.

Jamie.

Jamie who kissed Roy and then fucking passed out so hard Roy genuinely thought he was dead.

Roy sighs and looks at the man in the hospital bed. He takes Jamie’s hand. No one should be going through this without someone holding their hand even if Jamie can’t tell. Roy leans back in the chair and closes his eyes.

He can’t stop seeing Jamie bleeding. He knows he needs to sleep. Jamie is fine. The doctor said he’ll be okay. Off the pitch for a good while but fine.

Roy slowly drifts off.

—

When he wakes up it’s to a tug on his head. He thinks it’s Phoebe and he’s fallen asleep during one of their Barbie movie marathons.

“Roy.”

Roy’s eyes snap open. That’s Jamie. Fuck. Right. He turns and looks at Jamie. Jesus it’s good to see his eyes open. “Welcome back Jamie.”

Jamie shakes his head on the pillow. He gently runs his hand over the bandages. He’s still holding Roy’s hand. “How bad did they get me?” Roy inhales hard. He squeezes Jamie’s hand. “You’re not going to play the rest of the season as a precaution.” Jamie makes a sad noise but Roy frankly doesn’t care.

“You remember what you did?”

Jamie goes red. He covers his eyes with his hand, “yeah. Sorry. Dunno why I did that.”

Roy blinks. “I’m in love with you.”

Jamie’s eyes snap open. He stares at Roy. Jamie gently slaps himself. “Oi! Don’t do that??” Jamie smiles at Roy. “Had to make sure I’m not dreaming yeah?”

Roy gently brushes some of the hair off of Jamie’s forehead. “Dreaming?” Jamie’s smile slips into a grin. He pulls Roy’s hand closer. “Yeah thought I was gonna die so I wanted to kiss you before I did. Always want to kiss you. Figured I’d never have another chance. Might not have the chance to love you like I wanted but a kiss was manageable.”

Jamie stopped looking at Roy when he confessed that. Roy wipes away the tears that formed when Jamie was talking. “Well now we’ve got time.” Roy gently turns Jamie’s face to look at him. “Wanna kiss me again?” Jamie’s mouth drops into an o, “obviously yeah.”

Jamie tilts the bed up. He winces as the pressure on his wounds shifts. He leans forward to kiss Roy but pulls back at the last second. “I love you. I’m serious about that Roy.”

Roy holds Jamie’s face between his hands, “I love you too. Hate it took this to say it but I’m serious too.”

Jamie catches Roy’s chin and pulls him closer.

It’s a good first kiss considering Jamie can’t move his lower body at all.

The heart monitor beeps faster. Roy pulls away with a small laugh. Jamie is tinted pink again. “Shut up.” Roy kisses the side of Jamie’s head and takes his hand back. “Love you.” Jamie lays back against the bed and squeezes Roy’s hand, “love you too.”

—

Jamie ends up living with Roy for those months of recovery, he straight up moves in by the end. They didn’t realize until Sam showed up at Roy’s house to get Jamie for a lunch date.

[irregularbillcipher]

hey sam I apologize if this gives you psychic damage but your lisaposting always makes me think about how I first heard of the game recently because someone on twt was like oh the game is about a strong manly father providing for his child only to have people correct them on the game actually dealing with parental abuse and ive been curious about the game ever since

NO IT'S OKAY i have. seen that post. that person does not understand the game, to put it lightly

the game makes it really clear that while brad, the main character of the central game in the series, thinks that what he's doing is protecting his daughter, he is, in reality, perpetuating the cycle of abuse

tw for discussions of abuse below

brad is a deeply pitiable character, whose childhood was defined by physical, emotional and sexual abuse towards both him and his little sister, the titular lisa, at the hands of their father. brad's main goal as an adult is to protect his adopted daughter from the abuse he and his sister faced, which his sister did not survive-- so in his mind, when his daughter buddy goes missing in a (genuinely very dangerous) apocalypse, where she is supposedly the only girl left in a world of horrifically damaged men, he's protecting her by going after her. he's protecting her by teaching her to defend herself through any violent means necessary, he's protecting her by withholding physical and emotional affection, he's protecting her by completely isolating her from the world. and it's sad! it's pitiable! you can trace so easily how a man who went through what he did would come to the conclusion that this is the only way to protect his little girl, especially in a world where she can so easily be hurt

and the game doesn't even say he's wrong about the fact that buddy is vulnerable, and could be abused. the game never physically shows the worst acts of abuse, but it's clear that brad and lisa went through hell as children, and that buddy also goes through hell. she is abused after she leaves, people are disgusting to her, and even more "well-meaning" people still strive to take her autonomy away for the "good of the world"

... but she's also abused before then, even though brad never once lay a hand on her and would have rather killed himself than done so

because at the end of the game, (SPOILERS,) you kneel at your daughter's feet, dying a horrible death as your addiction consumes you in the most literal possible way, begging, telling her you only ever wanted to make it so nobody could ever hurt her, and she looks you in the eyes and says "you're the one who hurt me most." because you were supposed to be her fucking dad, and you kept her holed up in an affectionate-less home, down in a basement, training how to kill a man in case one ever tried to hurt her, refusing to even let her call you "dad" because of your own trauma around fatherhood, so trapped that she didn't even know what the sky looked like until she was like ten

and the last choice of the main game is you as buddy, trying to figure out if you want to hug brad as he dies, and his last words are asking you if he did the right thing

brad is a deeply sad character. he's a man who loved his daughter and wanted to do whatever he could to mitigate the harm that could come to her, to make absolutely sure she did not suffer in the way he and his sister did growing up... and he broke some of the cycles. he is not the type of monster his own father was, he really isn't, but he did abuse buddy, and that's the point of the ending. buddy didn't want to go back home, she couldn't go back home, because you never made it a fucking home, and you never acted like an actual parent

as a side note, there are other fathers you can pick up as party members in the game, none of which have still-living children. they are mad dog, olan, and birdie. thematically, i think they're incredibly important

mad dog is an abuser, full stop-- a man who killed his son for not being "strong enough," who hates his children deeply, whose views on parenting are the most social darwinist "survival of the fittest, we need a strong bloodline" bullshit on the planet. a lot of his deal embodies some of the horrible fears brad has about his own parenting, that he will become an out-and-out abuser, and some of the actions that brad really does take, in forcing buddy to kill to become "stronger." his reasoning is different from mad dog, but the abusive action is there, and the conversation you can have with him in the newest update is framed as if you're being welcomed into hell. it's hopeless, bleak, deranged and cruel. it's one of brad's worst fears for himself

olan is a genuinely pleasant, likable guy, who had two daughters before the end of the world. olan did not kill his children, he did not hate his children, he did not seem to ever lay a hand against his children... but he neglected them. he neglected his girls, he neglected his wife, "even when he was there, he wasn't really there." he would have rather spent his time in his garage, downing whiskey and practicing archery, and in the newest update, he tearfully tells brad that his daughters never needed him anyway, that girls never really need their fathers. brad was also neglected, his father was an addict, he is an addict-- olan is another facet of brad's family trauma, another fear of what he could be. someone who never knowingly hurts his children, who is never cruel, but someone who fails his kids anyway. we never learn olan's daughters' names. he talks about them, some of their traits, but he never names them. after more than a decade, it's possible he doesn't even remember them-- he's not responsible for their deaths, but god did he fail them

birdie was, as far as canon implies, a decent dad. (and my favorite character, he's my icon.) birdie is, in his current state, a sweet but incedibly messy alcoholic mourning the deaths of his boys, but pre-apocalypse, he was a single father struggling to pay for his sons' medical treatments. there is nothing in birdie's backstory that implies in any way that he abused them, was cruel to them, or that he ever purposefully neglected them. his son joey died to a serious illness "that couldn't be treated on a dock worker's budget." his son jimmy killed himself after the death of his brother. (i think it's notable to mention that brad's sister, lisa, also killed herself.) birdie could not cope with the loss of both his boys, and it kickstarted his addiction. brad, who grew up in poverty, who is raising a daughter in a world where nobody can know she exists, has never had resources. birdie also never had resources, as a single dad with a tight budget, and no other family ever mentioned. birdie, in modern day, eats himself up with guilt, does anything he can to numb the pain-- it's pretty easy to draw a parallel between his addiction, spurred by his inability to save his family, and brad's addiction, fueled in large part by his inability to save lisa. birdie did care, he didn't do anything wrong, but he also failed his kids, and he's also now been defined by that

mad dog is brad's fears that he will be an abuser. olan is his fears that he will be neglectful, (with fears due to his addiction being sprinkled in as well.) birdie is his fear that even if he technically does everything right, chance, a lack of resources, and things beyond his control could still make him lose his daughter anyway. (birdie also plays into his fears about addiction, i think, because while birdie's time struggling with addiction never overlapped with the period where his boys were alive, brad's still being faced with an alcoholic father, and someone who uses alcohol and drugs to cope with the loss of young family members and the guilt over being unable to save them. it's also worth mentioning that birdie has design similarities to both brad and to brad's horrible father marty, despite being the only "good" dad in the game)

there is no father in this series that saves their child. from the horrible, no-gray-area-about-it abusive monsters to the shitty-but-never-cruel deadbeats to the guys who seemed to genuinely be doing their best with the cards they were dealt-- none of them, none of them save their children. none of them, including brad, and the idea that lisa is about some righteous quest to save your daughter is so insane that even brad doesn't fully believe it by the ending moments of the game

[bonesandthebees]

This conversation really is flipping back and forth between me feeling bad for Niki and me feeling bad for Wilbur.

[“We’re here now,” Wilbur agreed.] such a loaded statement. Niki knows shit is up. But the problem with Wilbur lying is that once she figures (figured) it out she’ll never know how much he lied to her (and thus can always assume it’s more than it actually is.

[Niki clenched her jaw, turning to look at a rose bush beside her.] she could just be upset about Tomys, but it almost feels like she was testing to see if Wilbur was going to tell her that he already knew and he failed. Like she’s smart enough to assume that Phil knew and Wilbur getting to tour him is very suspicious if she did not see his facial reaction (if he even had one).

And I am so weak for Wilbur breaking his vow to not talk about what happens during the meetings to tell Niki that she’s still in the running. Like that could lose him his position if it got out. Phil would be so mad. But I love how he justifies it by saying he never made that promise to his father. Like my man really only cares for his father opinion. He straight up does not respect Sam enough to keep it (which fair after that dumpster fire of a meeting).

Yet, he still makes sure that no one is there. I swear he will get so paranoid that anything will get back to his father. In trying to assure Niki that she’s still in the running, he spills more than he means to aka the fact that no one knows what Sam is doing, least of all Sam (this is screaming “there’s a horse on the loose in the hospital”). He just gave her so much info she would have no other way of knowing.

In a way that’s a far greater show of loyalty than passing whatever test Niki may or may not have given him. He’s breaking the rules for him. Also this is some proper gossip (as my mind now supplies fofoca). Not only does he share that Niki and q are still in the running. He also straight up says that Sam isn’t thinking things through. Like everything Phil wanted him to shut up about during the meeting is coming out to play.

It’s also very funny to see how outspoken Wilbur gets with Niki vs how reserved she still is. Her words are still careful. She gives no strong opinions aside from thinking Tomys isn:t fit (yet).

(2/?)

-🎄

that is the problem with lying... once you get caught once then the person you've lied to can never be sure when you're being honest or not

oh yeah since no one really knew that phil was kept in the dark about tommy's appearance, it's pretty much assumed that wilbur should've known too. especially with the touring thing. that didn't help.

he literally does not give a shit about his promise to sam or the kingdom as a whole he just wants his dad's respect lmaoooo. it doesn't matter because it's niki. his best friend. he wasn't able to tell her about tommy ahead of time, but he can tell her this. he can make up for it (he can't) with this (she would've found out anyway).

good to know all of us qsmp enjoyers have now been infected with calling it fofoca. it's just so fun to say. I almost said it to my mom the other day and had to stop myself because she would have no clue wtf that meant and then I'd have to awkwardly be like "oh yeah it's portuguese don't question why I randomly used this portuguese word in our conversation"

yeah in a way wilbur spilling so much was definitely a show of loyalty. but again, it depends on whose trust he's breaking with that info spill. phil never told him not to share that stuff so he goes for it. it's all stuff niki mostly knew about anyway. everyone in the palace is vaguely aware of sam's incompetence. but if phil had told him not to share it, he wouldn't have said a word. it's his father's word above the king's.

niki has been raised to be a proper lady of the court. she is extremely careful with her words because she knows propriety is a big part of getting ahead in a social circle like this. so even when she's alone with wilbur, she refrains from being too rude when talking about tommy. not because she thinks wilbur would tell anyone or care, but because she's just used to filtering her words like that.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 316

Nihilism/Damaged Goods

Huzzah!! It only took uninstalling, reinstalling, and then restarting Netflix and then my whole tv to get picture back on but I did it!! So an spn double header

“Nihilism”

Plot Description: as Sam and Castiel try to free Dean from Michael’s control, it falls on Jack to protect the bunker from a monster horde outside

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died. I’m guessing that this is happening in Dean’s mind as either a way to pacify him or convince him to be Michael’s vessel forever

Omg it took a second watch of the first five minutes to realize that Rocky’s Bar (the bar this Dean owns) is in the Rocky and Bullwinkle font…like moose and squirrel, like Crowley used to call them 😭 I miss Crowley

That was a really good distraction to get the angel cuffs on Michael

The reapers have SHIFTS to babysit the Winchesters now?? Amazing

Then how did they get back to the bunker?? If violet didn’t take them there

Ugh… the way Dean is living the same rainy day over and over in his mind. Please wake up from this groundhogs day

Jack’s faith in Dean is 🥺

MICHAEL. STOP LYING TO JACK.

Damn. Michael is even more blood thirsty than Lucifer

Sam’s so desperate for whatever cab save Dean

I’m not going to make comments about why Dean’s mind seems empty

It’s really just super dark because of the trauma

Oh good. Dean’s…….oh no. Michael’s adjusting Dean’s memory to fit what Sam and Cas are saying , but not faster than Sam can make him remember

TWO JENSENS??

Not only is Michael cruel, he’s annoying. He’s stalling til his monster army gets to the bunker

Oh damn!! Since they can’t actually kick Michael out, they shoved him in the cooler of the fake bar in Dean’s mind and now Dean is The Cage. Ngl. It was kinda hot to hear him say that for some reason

Me to Megumi 🤝 Cas to Jack: I’m not mad at you, I’m just trying to keep you safe, and you are making it SO. DIFFICULT.

Awwww it WAS Billie who got them out of the place Michael was at the beginning

Well, at least now I know that whatever fate is in Billie’s books can be changed because I know for a fact Dean doesn’t die the way her books tell it. It’s way, way stupider

Omg they’re really Avengers Infinity War/Endgame-ing this. All of the books say Dean dies with Michael escaping his mind and burning down the world….except one. The one where he dies on a rusty nail for some reason

That said, I can’t believe Billie let him read AND KEEP THE ONE BOOK WHERE IT DOESNT HAPPEN?!

“Damaged Goods”

Plot Description: Dean decides to spend some time with his mother—until Nick shows up looking for a secret Mary stashed away for safekeeping

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: if Nick wanted to kill me, he just would

How does this demon not recognize Lucifer’s vessel

“We don’t hug. I mean, we do, but only if it’s the end of the world or something” truer words never spoken, Sammy

I’m so glad Dean has Donna to take him to go get the best burger

😭😭😭 I’m so proud of Dean for making his needs known and seeing that they are met, even if he’s not forthcoming about WHY he needs them

I MUST know what’s in the Winchester Surprise

When did they get Garth out of the trunk?

Yeah, I ALWAYS think “I should do some welding” when the archangel banging around in my brain starts making my vision go wonky

Nick, you can’t roll up to a small town in a creeper van asking for the friend of the sheriff…

Nick better not actually hurt Donna

I hate that they’re probably right to worry about Dean, but I also don’t like that they’re going behind Dean’s back like this, ESPECIALLY Sam, who seems to be on his way to the cabin

Dean’s read the one way he won’t die with Michael taking over. I don’t know how the whole story goes or if they’re able to divert that to something else but…..let him have some time to process

Ok, we’re getting closer to whatever Dean’s really up to

So Nick is angry because Mary trapped the demon (instead of killing) who killed Nick’s family. I can’t believe he just asked her if she still had the box like she wasn’t dead for three decades

Oh…but she knows where the box is

I really hate Nick putting these women in danger.

The way the writers can’t come up with another way of describing an archangel possessing one of the boys other than “wearing me to the prom” it’s been like ten years, and they’re still going with that

Dean, you’re not talking about Nick when you mention people you think are past saving…or you’re not JUST talking about Nick

Nick, you dumb piece of shit, don’t you dare hurt Mary

Boys!! And Donna!! Thank god you showed up

You know it’s bad if Sam doesn’t think you’re worth saving

What was — oh. Oh no. Dean. Dean, you HAVE to realize Sam is not going to let you do this. He built some kind of box nothing can escape and is planning to pay some hush money for someone to drop said box (WITH HIM INSIDE) into the Pacific Ocean, so it’s just him and Michael duking it out in his brain FOREVER. Sam KNOWS what it’s like to be stuck with an arch angel or two. There is no way this happens

I can’t believe you were ever part of Team Free Will, the way you’re talking, Dean. I can’t believe you’re asking Sam to help you with this insane plan and I CANNOT BELIEVE HE AGREED

[superabnormal]

are we seriously trying to argue that dean using MORE derogatory language about women somehow makes him LESS misogonystic than sam? what the hell?

okay first of all: sam not using "bitch" as a day to day word is not entirely true. in the earlier seasons, sam said "son of a bitch" and "evil sons of bitches" quite often, just like john or dean. over the later seasons, they became fewer and farer between, and his count of 20 sonofabitch'es obviously pale in comparison to deans insane amount of 170 (oh yes, i went back and counted for this), but i'm only bringing this up because no, sam doesn't only use "bitch" in reference to women who's angered him - actually in 6.07 he calls samuel "Crowleys bitch" too.

that being said - yes the 5 other times sam calls someone a bitch he is talking to women. 3 times about ruby (2.04 "You're a cold bitch, you know that?", 3.16 "Try and stop me, and I'll kill you. Bitch.", 4.22 "You bitch. You lying bitch!"), once about a random lady on the television (2.17) "What a bitch!" and then aaaaaall the way in season 9 (9.23) "So, before we find something else to fight about…tell me…Are you ready to gut this bitch?" about abaddon.

those are, and i wanna make that really clear, the ONLY times sam calls anyone a bitch on the show. he also never calls anyone a skank, whore or slut. but guess what? dean does! as a matter of fact, dean uses the word "bitch" towards women and girls a staggering 52 TIMES in the show. he also uses a lot of other derogatory terms for women like in 10.23 "Well, they let her leave the house looking like a whore." about a dead teenage girl, "MR. McKINLEY: By suggesting my daughter was a slut? DEAN: I'll admit that thought crossed my mind." aswell as:

"(...)I swung by earlier. Give him a proper burial. It's better than rotting in some skank's basement." (3.04)

"Oh, I don't know maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank!" (3.09)

"So that's you, huh? Our slutty little Yoda." (3.16)

"...The kind of guy who sleeps with every skank in every small-town dive that he passes through? Well, you really do know how to read people, 'cause that sure as hell sounds like me." (10.01)

"Rowena? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm sorry. Did I say "nice girl"? I meant "evil skank” (10.17)

"(...)No wonder she put on that skank outfit and went out there looking for validation" (10.23)

and now to the big list: dean calling women bitches. i hope this can be a visual aid to help remember that yes, he does in fact say a lot of misogynystic shit. no, bitch is not a genderless term even if he does use it occasionally about men (11 times) and inanimate objects (18 times). when a man refers to another man as bitch as an insult, it's always rooted in misogyny (or homophobia, but that eventually just leads us back to the core, which is misogony.) so just because he uses it a lot, doesn't make it less specifically gendered. well, here goes.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" (1.01)

"Hey, Sam? Don’t take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend…is a bitch." (about meg 1.16)

"Where’s our father, bitch?" (to meg 1.22)

"Shut your mouth, bitch." (to a female crossroads demon 2.08)

"Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" (to a female crossroads demon 2.22)

"What are you laughing at, bitch? You're still trapped." (to a female demon 3.04)

"Wow, you know, I – I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch, but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower—" (to bela 3.06)

"That bitch." (about bela 3.07)

"You bitch!" (to madge, the pagan god 3.08)

"And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch." (about ruby 3.09)

"You wanna kill me? Get in line bitch." (to ruby 3.09)

"We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." (about bela 3.10)

"That bitch!" (about bela 3.12)

"Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so…" (about ruby 3.14)

"We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked." (about bela 3.16)

"So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam. And then what? Become queen bitch?" (to lillith 3.16)

"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch?" (to ruby 4.04)

"Son of a bitch." Across the street, TRACY is walking up to the WALLACE house. SAM: “Quit whining.” DEAN: “No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch." (about tracy davis 4.07)

"Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick." (about tracy davis 4.07)

"Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family." (about ruby 4.09)

"So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad." (about ruby 4.09)

“Bitch is a klepto.” (about the little girl 4.11)

“I am on call. In my car, on my way to murder the bitch.” (about ruby 4.21)

“As long as it's you and me. Demon bitch is a dealbreaker.” (about ruby 4.21)

“Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy?” (about leticia gore 5.09)

“…or where the bitch is buried.” (about maggie briggs 5.12)

”Te rogamus. Adios, bitch!” (about demon!nora 5.12)

“…just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits.” (about glenn close 5.13)

“So, then, how do we go pimp of babylon all over this bitch?” (about leah/whore of babylon 5x17)

“BITCH!” (about the fairy 6.09)

“Evil bitch.” (about meg 6.10)

“The hell we do! That little bitch is gonna screw us over so fast –“ (about meg 6.10)

“Karma’s a bitch, bitch.” (about meg 6.10)

“I mean, we better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her.” (about eve 6.16)

“Who is she, this Eve bitch?” (about eve 6.16)

CASTIEL: “I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She's cruel and capricious.” DEAN: “I'd go so far as “bitch.” (about fate 6.17)

“Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us 'til we find the bitch.” (about eve 6.19)

“Oh, you bitch.” (about eve 6.19)

“The last few months we've been working for an evil dick. We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. “ (about eve 6.19)

“You can go to hell, you black-eyed bitch.” (about demon!lisa 6.21)

“Oh, and it turns out that Kate was just trying to warn people about her evil bitch sister.” (about margaret 7.07)

“Psychic ghost bitch on a leash.” (about margaret 7.07)

“That's as far as you go, bitch.” (about margaret 7.07)

“I think the bitchy mom plus, uh, sad kid plus place mat with something nuts written on it… equals wacky corpse.” (about random woman 7.14)

“What a bitch.” (about meg 7.18)

“So you sit there like a good little bitch.” (about abaddon 8.22)

“Can I use it to kill that bitch? (…) Yeah, well, spare me the warning label. You had me at "kill the bitch” (about abaddon 9.11)

“You loan us that Blade, and we will stop the bitch.” (about abaddon 9.16)

“Well, this Princess Elsa’s a bitch.” (about a ghost on the computer 10.13)

“We’ve been hunting that bitch for weeks.” (about amara 11.05)

“Listen, bitch. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you want.” (to toni 12.01)

“That bitch set us up.” (about sister jo 15.13)

(for this whole post, i didn’t count the times dean said “bitch” to sam in the “bitch/jerk” thing)

TL;DR post+added tags are claiming sam specifically uses bitch as a gendered slur towards women, but deans use of bitch is somehow less gendered, therefore not misogynystic. sam calls women bitches 5 times in the entire show. dean calls women bitches 52 times. sam says it 3 times to ruby, once about a woman on tv, once about abaddon. dean says it to meg 6 times, bela 5 times, ruby 8 times, aswell as abaddon, rowena, amara, sister jo, eve, fate, lillith, both his female crossroads demons aswell as countless other women.

I think it's fucking hilarious when samgirls list Dean saying "bitch" fairly often in the early series as a Dean crime that reveals his misogyny moral deficiencies compared to Sam.

[truchaiinzzz]

If I said I loved you from the beginning I’d be a lying sack of shit, to you. But man, there was something about you. The way you smiled at me when you first saw me. My smooth ass slide over in your direction, yes it was smooth I will not speak about it any further. The way you looked at me when we were *ahem* interrupted by something. I fell in love with you the second I saw that smile. But I don’t know what love is. (Sorry to, honestly, accidentally throw in some sublime there) therefore I’m so sorry that I didn’t know how to act. I know it’s just common fucking sense but I’ve never been in anything that you would consider a good relationship. With friends or family or significant others. A lie saved my moms marriage. (The first time.) so to say I had anything to model on would be a lie too. But in the end, it was me who made those choices. Not my friends, not my family. Me. So I need to be held accountable. I’ve got so much growing up to do. I don’t think I would know where to start if it hadn’t started with you. So thank you and I’m sorry that you had the worst version of me. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I will never be able to even make that up to you. Thank you for continually choosing me and our family. I’m sorry I put you in this position. I can only imagine how hard it is for you. I’d like to say I know what I would do if I was in your situation but I don’t know. But I know that I love you differently than you love me. Not any less. Not any more. Just differently. You need me away from you in this time. I wish I could be your skin so I could be close to you. (I hope you understand that that’s a joke) but what I mean is when I’m away from you. I’m full of anxiety. The idea of seeing or possibly talking to you leaves me white and blood drained. Then the second I’m in your presence.. peace, serenity, and I can’t feel my heart beat in my throat. For a second, I can breathe.

I know that I did this. And I know I deserve to feel uneasy and like shit 24/7. But I’ve loved you from the second I saw you. My soul found its other half. But my head keeps getting in the way. I overthink and play out worst case scenarios in my head constantly. And 9/10x I’m so beyond wrong. But I never learn. And I continue to try and one up you. And you do the same by hurting me. You know what kills me. You know that you do it. You stop talking to me. You won’t be near me. You start the unfriending process. Then goes the snap chat. Threaten with eviction. This time actually go through with the eviction. I know you need to get away. And I know there’s nothing left for me to say. I’ve done said it all too many times. So there’s no reason to talk to me. No reason for chit chat.

But fuck do I miss you. Every second spent without you feels like forever. And the fact that we can make any new memories together right now crushes me. We can put our son to bed together anymore. Because of me. I don’t get to wake up to the person I love anymore. Because of a dumb choice I made. I don’t get to take care of the person that I love anymore. Because I have poor judgement. I don’t get to have a family. Because I’m untrustworthy.

That version of me has got to go away. She keeps getting in the way of (hope I’m not too forward to speak for the both of us here) our happiness. What ever you need to do to heal. How ever long it takes. If there’s anyway that I can help, (besides leaving you the absolute flying fuck the fuck alone) I gotchu, babe. (I’m here to tell you I put in at least 15 quotes and if you don’t catch them all, I’ll be so sad)

It’s me against me against you. The fight to end it all. (Like the one Sam and Dean had to do in Supernatural) but with emotions. I still love you, even on the nights you wouldn’t let me call it that. I’ll continue to love you. From whatever distance you need. Forever and always.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: your ex-lover is dead

Author: prosopopeya

Artist: Red Lenai

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Endverse!Cas. References to Dean/canon!Cas and Endverse!Cas/Endverse!Dean; mention of Dean/Crowley having group sex during their Summer of Love, no feelings involved.

Length: 20000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; references to suicide; references to drug use, in line with endverse!Cas's character; alcohol use, in line with typical show (over)usage; self worth issues; canon!Cas remains in the Empty (as far as Dean knows) for the entire fic

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon; Post-s15; Angst with a Happy Ending; Unconventional Fix-It; Hurt/Comfort; Oblivious Sam Winchester; Second Chances; Mutual Pining; Grief

Posting Date: October 12, 2022

Summary: After they stop Chuck, Dean and Sam make a promise: one more attempt at bringing someone back, but then that's it, no more screwing around with the universe. The universe isn't done screwing around with them, though, and the Cas that the ritual produces is a real blast from the past. And what is Dean supposed to do? Sacrifice another Cas?  Of course, the alternative is learning to live with this new-old-Cas, and all their combined grief, and all the feelings that he'd been ready to tell his Cas. 

Excerpt: There's silence. It's hard to classify it as awkward. What do you call it when you try to bring back the love of your life and instead you bring back the depressed version that a different you chewed up and spit out years ago? But--and here's the fucking kicker--underneath all that you still feel drawn to him because this isn't him, but it's close, closer than anything you'll ever get to have again, so you sit here and you drink with him and you talk to him about the life you had with the other him. Do you call that awkward? Or is that just a fucking tragedy?  "So," Dean starts, then pauses as he watches Cas bring the glass to his lips again. "When are you...? I mean, you remember me, and that wasn't that long before--" "Before I died?" Cas says, cutting through Dean's fumbling. "No, it wasn't. In fact, that's the last thing I remember. A brief glimpse of oblivion, and then I opened my eyes in that desolate room of yours down there and thought I was in Hell."  Dean's breath hitches for a second because for a second he can't help but imagine what that must've felt like. "How'd you know it wasn't Hell?"  This time, when Cas turns to look at him, blue eyes bright and wide and snapping with a low-grade current, it's slower than it was before, almost reluctant.  "I'd know the real you anywhere."  The moment, whatever it is, hangs in the air before Cas breaks it, gesturing with his glass as he goes back to leaning back in his chair.  "A real you, as the case may be."  Maybe the cosmic fucking joke of it all is that Dean doesn't get his Cas back; instead he gets this Cas, the first Cas that he thought was maybe in love with him, and the Cas that made Dean decide he could never cross that line with his Cas, not when he saw how it turned out for them, how it ruined Cas. "How'd he die?" Cas asks, all blunt and hard edges, and Dean's stomach twists. He's still never told this full story. Now he guesses he never will. "Death was coming for me. Literally. Different Death though, after we killed the last one. This one, they had it out for me. And Cas, he..." Dean's eyes flick to the side because just then it's hard not to see his own Cas layered over top of this one, like he's watching a 3D movie and doesn't have the glasses, and he's not-assholish enough to know that that's a dick move. He swallows hard. "He sacrificed himself for me."  Cautiously, he lets himself look at this Cas again, still studying him. Finally, Cas hums, but the nonchalance is more fake than it ever has been. "Yes, we tend to do that."

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[mummybear]

Unexpected

Words:3616

Warnings: Swearing, Name calling, Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Semi Public Acts, Jealousy. Think that’s it. :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam needs a little bit of company at a family dinner, and he really needs the support of his best friend, so you go with him. However, the night doesn’t go exactly as you plan.

Bingos: @spnkinkbingo​ Square - Name Calling  

@spndeanbingo​ Square - Enemies to lovers

A/N: Hey guys, so I know I’ve been away for a while and hopefully I can continue to keep up with what I want to write. I’ve just been in a bit of a slump lately, anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 

“Y/N, come on, please. I’m begging you, don’t make me go to this thing on my own!” Sam groans from the other side of the bathroom door, quickly followed by a thud, which as far as you can guess is from his back as it collides with the door. 

You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time today, and you step out of the shower and start to dry yourself. You sigh loudly as you look over at the door.  You feel bad, but after the week you’ve had you really need at least one night to unwind. Work had been getting to you, and getting passed over for that big promotion hadn’t exactly brightened your spirits.

“Sammy, please, just give up and stop asking me. I’m sorry, but I can’t do it. I love your mom and dad, you know I do, but your brother hates me, and I honestly can’t deal with his shit after the week I’ve had.” 

Dean had always relentlessly teased you about every little thing. Especially your friendship with his brother. He’s never seemed to be able to grasp how close you and Sam are, or the fact that you’re just friends. He’d told you how he had always assumed there were some “benefits” to your relationship with Sam, but you’d just scoffed and walked away. To this day, you don’t understand his dislike of you. Maybe he doesn’t consider you good enough to be friends with his brother.  It’s  honestly a mystery to you. Sam has always shrugged it off, so you try to do the same.

You open the door still wrapped in your towel, to find Sam on his knees in front of you.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll do whatever you want after tonight, I promise,” he begs, looking up at you with that puppy dog look of his.

“Oh do not give me those puppy eyes, Sam Winchester! Why is tonight such a big deal anyway?” 

Sam sighs and the corner of his mouth curls in a slight smile as he runs his fingers through his hair, he looks nervous, something you don’t see too often. He stands up and takes your hand, gently pulling you over to the sofa. You hold your towel tighter around yourself with your free hand as you turn to face him.

“I didn’t wanna tell you until it was a done deal, but dad’s friend has his own law firm, and he’s asked me if I’d be interested in interning. So I kind of need to meet him tonight, and I’m nervous because if this all goes well I could be sorted for the foreseeable future, but I really need my best friend’s support.” His explanation is rushed, but now you can understand why he’s so nervous, you know what this would mean for him and his future, and you realise that you do need to be there for him tonight.

You shake your head and let out a sigh, finally meeting his gaze again. 

“Okay, I’ll come with you. What are best friends for,” you smile as he pulls you into a tight hug.

-

You’d decided to dress for the occasion, since you knew just how important tonight was to Sam. You’ve opted for a dress you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear yet, which is a black knee length dress, and you love the way that it hugs all of your curves. One of your favourite things about it is the way the back of the dress drops low, so it dips open to the middle of your back. However, now that Mary Winchester has seated you next to the one person you wanted to be far away from you were regretting wearing it.

The table is full, and a tight squeeze to say the least, which means that you’re pressed much closer to Dean than you’d have liked. You glare at Sam from across the table, but he’s far too interested in what the pretty little blonde next to him is saying. Her name was Jess according to the others around the table, and she’s the daughter of John’s friend, the one who will hopefully be giving Sam the internship.

You’re suddenly pulled from your glaring at Sam, when Dean leans in closer and you feel his lips just barely brush your ear. You stiffen in your seat, and your hands clamp down on the arms of your wooden chair.

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” he asks, and the deep timber of his voice causes a shiver to run up your spine.

You sit up straight and try to sit as still as possible, doing your utmost to ignore Dean. Then you feel his fingers brush your arm, hidden just beneath the table and you can’t completely ignore it anymore. You look around to make sure nobody is looking, and thankfully nobody seems to be paying you and Dean any attention. 

“Oh just go away, Dean. I’ve told you countless times that nothing is going on with me and your brother,” you grumble, refusing to turn your head to look at him.

“Yeah. Well, I’m not buying it, sweetheart.” 

“And why exactly should I care what you think?” you snap, finally turning to look at him as he pulls back slightly. 

He grins at you, looking a little too pleased with himself.

“Oh, now I’m wounded, princess.”

“Oh yeah. You look beside yourself with grief,” you grumble, rolling your eyes. “Look, you don’t like me, and frankly, with the way you behave I don’t particularly like you either. So how about we go back to ignoring each other, and we pray the night ends very soon,” you huff, turning away from him and looking back at the meal in front of you. 

A moment of silence passes and you’re glad he’s finally given up, that is until you feel a warm hand resting on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress. 

“You know if you weren’t so far up my brother’s ass, then maybe we could get to know each other a little better.” 

There’s a not so hidden meaning behind those words, and you swallow thickly as his fingers dip under the hemline of your dress, pressing into your inner thigh just a little harder. You grip his wrist and turn to face him again. 

“I’m not one of your little sluts, Dean. I have no interest in getting to know you better, I know more than enough,” you practically growl as you try to pry his wrist away, with little to no movement. If anything his grip only tightens.

To your surprise, another cocky smirk graces his lips, and when he catches your eyes drop to them he leans in closer.

“No interest? You sure you don’t wanna see how much fun it could be to be my little slut?” 

You swallow hard and resist the urge to bite your lip, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to you.

“You fucking wish,” you reply, trying to hide the slight tremor in your voice, though judging by the look on his face you’ve failed miserably.

“Mmm, you’re right, I really do,” he practically purrs, shifting closer and edging his fingers further up your thigh, until your legs clamp closed around his hand. “Ever since that first time Sam invited you as his plus one for dinner… that tight little blue dress you wore… I still remember the way you looked at me that day. I’ve dreamed about getting you on your knees for the longest time,” he rasps, as his fingers subtly brush your lips, narrowly missing your tongue, before he drops his hand. You lick your lips and watch as he follows the movement closely with his eyes. “All those lonely nights alone thinkin’ about those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

He looks around the table before he glances back at you with that same cocky smirk, and you have to fight to swallow around the lump in your throat. When suddenly a deep voice breaks through the thudding of your pulse in your ears, and you snap your attention towards it, feeling a blush creeping up your neck.

“You okay over there, doll,l? You haven’t eaten much,” John asks gently. 

You make the mistake of relaxing a little as you face John, and Dean’s fingers push further up your leg until they come into contact with your damp panties. You hear him groan quietly from beside you, and you have to disguise your own moan by clearing your throat.

“Yes, Mr. Winchester. I’m okay, just feeling a little warm, I might go and get some air,” you manage to rasp as Dean’s fingers push a little harder against the wet lace.

“Now, how many times have I told you, call me John. You’re practically family at this point, go ahead if you need to,” he chuckles, and you do your best to smile as he returns to his conversation with Mary.

“Y/N, do you need me to come with you?” Sam asks suddenly, and you feel Dean’s fingers push your panties to the side and the tip of his fingers brush your opening.

“No, I-I’m okay,” you stutter, subtly pushing Dean’s hand away as you do your best to give Sam a small smile. This time Dean complies, with little to no effort.

As you stand Dean’s hand slips away completely, and he stands beside you.

“I’ll come with you,” he says, making sure everyone around the table hears, so that you can’t quietly dismiss him.

“That’s okay. I’m fine,” you reply stiffly, already feeling his hand on your lower back where your dress dips low, and his hand on your bare skin makes you shiver.

“I insist. Really, it’s no trouble,” he smiles, and you’re sure it looks charming to everyone surrounding the table. However, you see the real meaning behind it.

But you don’t want to draw attention to the situation any more than necessary, so you let him lead you from the room. When you try to walk towards the big open doors at the back of the house, Dean’s arm curls around your waist, and he steers you towards the stairs.

“Where’re we going?” you whisper hiss as you reluctantly follow him.

“Somewhere a little more private. I think your pussy needs a little attention, if I can make you that wet sitting at a table full of people, just imagine what I can do in private,” he grins, leading you towards a room at the far end of the house with a small balcony. 

His words are only making between your legs more uncomfortable, as much as you hate to admit it, you’re following him willingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you all but whisper, knowing lying is completely pointless, maybe even a little stupid.

Before you know what’s happening he’s pinning you against the wall, with his hands braced either side of your head.

“No? You sure about that?” he asks, his voice surprisingly even, considering the look on his face as he brings two fingers to your mouth and presses down on your bottom lip.

You swallow thickly as you taste yourself on his fingers, and your eyes meet his. The fire in his eyes causes you to hold your breath.

“D-Dean, I can’t. T-This is a bad idea,” you stutter breathlessly, feeling the slightly damp trail of his fingers as they move down your neck, before they trail slowly over your collarbone.

He takes your hand gently in his and presses it against the front of his slacks and your eyes go wide, feeling the sizeable bulge beneath your hand.

“Sometimes bad ideas are the best ones,” he rasps, as he leans in and brushes his lips against your neck. His fingers push into your hair and he roughly tugs your head to the side as he nips at the skin. 

You can’t help but grip the bulge in his pants the more that his lips and tongue explore your neck.

“Y/N? Dean? Is everything okay up there?” Sam calls up the stairs, and you stiffen as Dean chuckles against your neck. He pulls back and presses his fingers to your lips, and your eyes remain on his as you nod.

Dean stares into your eyes as he shouts down, “yeah, Sammy, everything’s fine! Just setting Y/N up in her room for the night, she’s not feeling great. I’m just gonna keep her company until she’s feeling better.” 

Your eyes widen further and you shake your head at Dean, but your mouth drops open when he pushes your dress up around your hips. The smirk on his lips makes you smile, as much as you wish it hadn’t.

“Are you sure? I can come up,” Sam calls and you hear the stairs creak, but Dean makes no effort to change his position.

“Nah, you enjoy your night, little brother. I’ll take real good care of her,” he calls back, pushing his hand into the front of your panties, and he starts teasing your clit with barely there strokes of his fingers.

You try to shove him away but he doesn’t budge. “Dean! This isn’t some joke, what if he comes up here?” 

“Oh, it’s not a joke, sweetheart. I think I could fuck you right here where we stand, with my brother watching and you wouldn’t  stop me, would you?” he laughs as he pushes a single digit against your slick entrance.

“You’re disgusting,” you rasp back, not liking how thick your voice comes out, more of your desire showing than you’d like.

“Am I? What does that make you then? Because I’m getting you pretty fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you.” His voice is dangerously low as he steps closer, pushing you back into the wall with his body, until his lips brush yours with every word.

“Is it so bad to want me?” he asks as he eases the first finger inside you and starts gently moving in and out.

You’re so turned on that you’re surprised your legs haven’t given out beneath you.

“I can’t t-think straight when you’re this close and i-inside me,” you whimper, feeling yourself clench as he pushes in a second finger alongside the first.

“I know the fucking feeling. Pretty sure, despite your protests, you love being a little slut for me, don’t you, sweetheart?” he growls curling his fingers inside you, causing your entire body to arch against him as you press down harder against his fingers.

“Dean, please,” you whimper desperately, unable to keep up your front of not being interested anymore.

“Please what, slut?” he growls as his thumb brushes over your throbbing clit in time with his fingers that are rapidly moving inside you.

“Don’t call me that,” you pant breathlessly, trying to regain control enough to push him away, but Dean just pulls you against his body.

“I’ll call you whatever I want while you’re riding my fingers like the desperate little whore you are,” he grunts as he unbuckles his belt and roughly tugs his pants open. He pushes down his boxers far enough to expose his thick cock which had just been throbbing in his pants beneath your palm.

“Ah, fuck, Dean, what’re you doing?” you gasp as his cock presses against your thigh, and he rocks his hips against you in time with his fingers. 

“You’re gonna come for me, all over my fingers.” His voice is sure as he speaks, leaving no room for an argument, and he kisses you, just the slightest brush of his lips against yours. “And you’re gonna take my cock in that pretty little mouth, right before I take you in that room so that we can really get to know each other.” 

Your mind is spinning with arousal, desire is shooting through every nerve in your body, and you can feel the orgasm burning at the base of your stomach. So you decide to finally do the one thing you never thought you would; you give into what he wants.

“Okay,” you whisper, reaching down to wrap your hand around the thick length that’s spreading pre-cum up your thigh.

Your eyes lock with his and he grins down at you; that devilish twinkle in his eyes as he stares right back at you. He bites his bottom lip and groans quietly when you start to move your hand over his cock, and you really enjoy the little thrusts of his hips every now and then as he pushes into your hand and your grip. 

“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, this pussy is so tight,” he tells you as he curls his fingers harder, pressing right against your g-spot. He’s quick to cover your mouth with his free hand when you cry out his name, muffled by the skin of his hand.

You’re panting hard as sweat coats your skin, and you can’t stop yourself from rocking down into his touch, unable to deny how desperate you are for the orgasm he’s pulling from you painfully fast. If it wasn’t for Dean’s body pinning you to the wall you’re sure that your legs would’ve given out from beneath you by now. The burn of his stubble as it brushes against your soft skin makes you shiver. Dean growls as your grip on his cock falters, and you move to grab at his shirt, needing more leverage and balance. 

“Look at me,” Dean demands and your eyes snap to his, and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. “Good girl, now let go.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire as your climax hits, almost as if it's obeying Dean’s command. 

You hardly have time to recover from your high, before Dean is pushing you onto your knees in the hallway. You blink up at him as your heart hammers in your chest. 

“Dean, can’t we go in the bedroom, what if someone sees us?” 

Dean smirks and shrugs as he taps the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Open up, baby,” he purrs, curling his fist in your hair as you rest your hands on his thigh. You swallow thickly, glancing around the best that you can with Dean’s grip on your hair. You don’t want this to stop, and you try to reason that everyone is busy as you open your mouth for him. 

“Look at you, such a good little slut. All mine,” he groans as you greedily suck the head of his cock, before slowly taking more of him into your mouth and moaning around him.

You feel your eyes starting to water as the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat, pushing against your gag reflex, but you do your best to push past it, by gently digging your nails into his thick thighs. Your eyes lock when you look up at him, and the look he gives you is enough to cause more arousal to flood between your thighs. He chuckles as you lower your hand, and you start to rub your throbbing clit, moving it in time with Dean’s thrusts into your throat.

You reach up to cradle his balls in your hand and watch him bite his lip, and you swallow around his cock. Dean’s fingers tighten in your hair and his hips move faster, and you can feel his thighs shaking beneath your hands.

“Fuck, that’s it, feels so good,” Dean groans, leaning more of his weight agains the wall. 

Suddenly he pulls you back by your hair, and you gasp for breath as he pulls you to your feet. Before you’ve even had a chance to catch your breath properly, Dean throws you over his shoulder, and carries you over to the closest bedroom. Your mind is still foggy as Dean tosses you down onto the soft sheets, you faintly register the door clicking closed behind him, but he doesn’t lock it.

“Shouldn’t we lock that?” you rasp, your voice a little hoarse from the way he’d used your throat, and you sit up on your elbows to look at him. 

“Nope. You don’t want anyone coming in? I guess you’ll need to keep quiet then. Besides you didn’t mind out there, did ya?” he winks at you as he starts to pull off his clothes.

“Dean! That’s not the point!” you huff in frustration, “besides, I can’t keep quiet, and I think you already know that!” You try to pout at him, unable to stop your eyes from roaming over every inch of his body instead. Seeing him gloriously naked snaps the last of the control that you had, and you quickly pull your dress over your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re perfect.” He climbs onto the bed as you make a show of pulling off your underwear, you lay back and curl your finger at him. 

“I gotta say, I much prefer it when you’re smiling at me,” he grins crawling over your naked body, until he’s looking into your eyes.

“Hmm, well I guess you’re not as bad as you came across. Jealousy wasn’t exactly what I thought your problem was,” you giggle as you hook one of your legs over his hip and try to bring him closer.

His cock nudges at your soaked entrance and you let out a desperate whimper, nails digging into his skin.

“No reason to be jealous anymore, princess. After tonight everyone is gonna know that you’re all mine.” 

Any reply you had dies in your throat as his lips claim yours in a possessive kiss.

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[runwithwolvcs]

Right Where You Left Me

Part Six: Illicit Affair

Warning:Mentions of Parents Death

Driving up to the unfamiliar home without Paul was even more daunting than I realised it was going to be. I stare at the book in the passenger seat, ‘Descendents of the Wolves: Quileute’s History’. Why would he give this to me?

I know enough about Quileute History from the many tribe bonfires I had been dragged to by my father and his inherent need to please the council, most likely passed down from his own mother who was once a part of the council herself. But the topic wasn’t exactly my favourite genre to read about, though I didn’t expect him to know that. We sort of skipped the whole twenty one questions phase of getting to know each other and went straight to the ‘I know exactly where every scar on his body is’ phase.

Letting out a frustrated sigh at the thought of no longer knowing who that boy is, I grab the book and exit my car. Rushing to the front to minimise the amount of rain that would touch my body, not in the mood to drive home soaking wet and uncomfortable.

Knocking on the door, Emily wastes no time answering it, “I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“Is Paul here?” I ask politely, shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably.

“No, sweetie.” Emily shakes her head, “He should be back soon though, if you’d like to wait.”

Against my better judgement, I nod and follow her inside.

“It smells amazing in here,” I tell her honestly, it reminds me of when my mom used to bake a new dessert every Friday, during every summer off of school. 

She smiles at me, “Thank you, it’s a new recipe. Cranberry and orange muffins.”

“You can be the first to try, I think I trust your opinion more than theirs.” she laughs, gesturing to the basket of muffins on the table.

“These are huge.” I  say as I grab a muffin, 

“The boys eat so much that it was just easier to make the muffins bigger than to triple the recipes.”

“You always cook for them?”

She nods, “I wanted this place to feel like a second home for them, baked goods seemed to be the right move.”

“Right..Like a reward for whatever Sam forces them to do?” I ask bitterly before I can stop myself. I didn’t mean to barge in and throw around accusations, I just didn’t agree with what I saw happening.

She laughs lightheartedly, “Kind of, though I don’t think we're on the same page here.”

She goes to speak again but we are both startled by Paul bursting through the door, eyes wide searching the room until land on me. A look of relief washes over his face before it turns to concern, “Hey? What are you..” He walks towards me as his words fail to come out, ``Is everything alright?”

I nod, pushing the book across the table in his direction, “This is yours.”

“Did you read it?” he asked, picking it up. 

“No, you said you’d leave me alone, remember?”

“How do you know I gave it to you, it could’ve been anyone.”He tried, but he knows I’m smarter than that.

“Lobo, masculine distinction of the word wolf. You called me Loba, feminine distinction. Who else would it have been?”

“I’m failing Spanish,” he said cheekily. I knew he was failing, but I also know that it was more likely due to the fact that he never shows up or hands in assignments than lack of knowledge.

“ I know what Tu Lobo means, and I’m not even taking spanish.” I say as I cross my arms over my chest.

“So what does it mean then?”

“Your wolf.”

He grins at the words as they leave my mouth and I hear Emily giggle from behind me. Turning my head to look at her, I ask, “What am I missing?”

She shakes her head at me before looking at Paul, “You know you could just tell her, Paul.”

“Sam said,” he began to argue back, 

“No, he didn't.” The pointed look she gave him resembled that of a mother, at least my mother used to look at me like that, “Family and..some friends only. Saskia counts.”

“Well I'm supposed to be leaving her alone, so.. It's up to you.”Paul said looking from Emily to myself.

I ponder. Do I want to know this coveted secret? I look to Emily who only gives me a smile before heading off into the kitchen, just off the dining area. She said I could know, why me and why now? I think about how this could be the only chance I get to know why Paul left me, maybe time would feel like it’s started moving again if I did know. That it would fix that empty feeling inside, the hole the my mother left in me that I had imagined he would fill. It was a delusion, of course. 

“Tell me.” I say quietly.

Paul nods and tilts his head towards the door, beckoning me to follow him outside.

Here goes nothing.

“Like a real wolf? With fur and everything?”

The book he gave me made sense now. It was a hint, a terrible hint, but one nonetheless. How was I supposed to figure out that these legends were real? I spent the majority of my childhood believing that the gnomes in our garden were Santa’s summer spies to make sure I was behaving.

“Yes,” Paul laughs, “Grey, to be exact.”

“Prove it then.”

He shakes head and I frown slightly, “It’s dangerous and I don’t want to hurt you.” he tells me.

“Another day.” Paul promises with a smile, having picked up on my disappointment and I nod.

“Embry and Jared, they’re wolves too?” I ask, though I figured the answer was yes.

“Sam as well. He was the first in a really long time. He’s been helping us a lot.”

“I feel like such an asshole,” I groaned, leaning my forehead on his shoulder. A gang? I perpetuated that rumour, I tore him a new one because I didn’t believe him when he told me he would never get into that type of stuff.

“He understands.You don’t know how many times I wanted to just say fuck it and tell you, I phyiscally couldn’t do it because of Sam. Alphas order’s obey,  whether we like it or not.” Paul glares at the ground, and I know he’s telling the truth.

“He wouldn’t even let me near you. He still won’t, if I want to see you, it has to be here. For your own safety.” 

I don’t feel unsafe around Paul, if anything, the only time I feel truly safe is when I’m with him. “Why? You are now.” I ask him, confused beyond belief.

“It’s different now…Before you mom died, ” He pauses, looking at me, as if to gauge my reaction, “I couldn’t control my phasing, I still struggle with it. He was worried that if I was around you too soon, that you would say something to upset me or my emotions would take over and I would …” 

“It wasn't safe.” he stresses to me, and I understand to a certain degree but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I needed you.” My voice is small and fragile. He was my illicit affair, something I could never really talk about but revelled in each and every moment. 

His pained expression, “I’m sorry.”

“This.” I say, gesturing between the two of us, “This doesn't automatically make me forgive you.”

“But..” I trail off, do I really want to say this?

“But?” Paul presses, placing a hand on my knee and I stare at it before looking up at him, his eyes looking worried. The type of worry you feel when you’re scared, so I give him a reassuring smile.

“I’m glad that you’re okay, all things considered.”

“That’s because you caught feelings, like I told you not to do.” His face breaks into a teasing smile and he squeezes my knee comfortingly, “But it’s fine, they usually do. The downside of the process.”

“I did not.” I say defensively, “Besides, if anyone caught feelings it was you, Mr. Who Are You Fucking When You’re Not With Me.”

“It was a valid question.” Paul shrugged.

“Frankly, it was none of your concern.”

“Is it now?” A certain gleam in his eye made me blush, he’s always had that effect on me. Not that I’d admit it to him. But from the very first moment in the back of his truck, I knew that he had me in the palm of his hand. 

“En tus sueños.” I say using some of the Spanish I've picked up from Jacob and my sister. A newfound interest in the language now that Paul had been dropping little hints about himself via the class I don’t take.

“What?”

“In your dreams, Lahote.”

“As if you weren’t already.” He winked at me with that cocky smile he wore so well.

I pretend to gag at his cheesiness, “You think I’m joking, huh?” he asks, grabbing my legs and carefully pulling me off the bench, I gasp at the feeling of being about to fall, before he cradles me, laying me on the grass below. His legs nestled between mine and his hands by my head. 

“Paul.” My breathing is staggered,

“I dream about you like this a lot, the things I can do..” he uses one of his hands to trace my jaw with his index finger, “The sounds you’d make it.”

My heart is racing so fast, I worry that he can hear it. The smirk that he wears tells me he can, as he leans in close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips, I want him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips, his hands, his everything. I want him to make me forget every bad thing that's happened since he’s been gone.  I just want to remember him.

“Dinners ready!” Emily said from the backdoor, and I internally groaned.

“I'm starving.” Grinning, he removes himself from on top of me, holding out his hand to help me up.

I accept his help, slotting my hand into his before he tugs me to my feet as if I weighed nothing. My heart was still racing from the almost kiss he gave me, the smirk he still wears irks me. It’s like he enjoys teasing me to the point of frustration.

“I hate you,” I mumble untruthfully. What I really hate is how quick he can unravel me.

Paul chuckles and slings his arm across my shoulders, tucking me into his side, almost protectively. As so more at ease now that I know his secret. 

We enter the house through the backdoor to see Sam and Emily at the round dining table and I boy I recognize to be Jared Cameron, though we’ve never spoken, Paul said he was the second to phase.

“Hi, Saskia.” Sam said precariously from his seat next to his fiancée. Emily still wears her welcoming smile and the guilt of misjudging them nags me. 

I can fix this, I think to myself.

I took a small breath before giving him a small smile, “Hi.”

--

“Bella invited me to a movie.'' I tell Paul absentmindedly.

 I had spent nearly every day of the past week with him at Sam and Emilys after school, avoiding the judgmental eyes from my friends who had chosen to believe that I was now a part of the so-called gang. I wanted to tell them they were being ridiculous, but I had also fallen for the accusations against the pack. 

Sam had given me the talk about how important it is to keep this a secret from the rest of the tribe, including my friends. For their safety and the packs. Keeping a secret like this wouldn’t be hard, I had kept my mom's diagnosis a secret from almost everybody until the day she died. But Delta, I felt the need to tell her. 

I didn’t want her to think that I had joined a gang, that I would avoid her like the pack had to do for their friends and non-immediate family. The last thing I wanted was for her to lose two family members in the span of one year.

Sam agreed to let me tell her for her own safety, considering how close she was with Seth, a boy who could very likely shift at some point. If she knew the signs and symptoms, she would know what to do.

Paul was currently sitting between my legs on the couch, his back against my abdomen and head resting on my chest as I carded my fingers through his cropped hair. He had just returned from patrol, which he explained to me as just running circles around the rez looking for threats to fend off. Though he hadn’t actually come across any to tell stories about, he did mention a family that lived in Forks that had recently moved away. The reason he, and the other boys, had phased in the first place.

“No.” he grumbled tiredly. 

“I already said yes.” I mention, and he groans, turning so he was on his side, pulling me into his arms. His shirtless state caused more skin contact than usual as my own t-shirt rode up at the new position, though the heat was comforting with the weather still below freezing. Paul holds me against him, his arm moving to my waist to keep me from falling backwards and onto the floor.

“Bail.” he whispered, his chin resting on top of my head.

I open my mouth to argue, but he continues.

“I’ll make it worth your while if you stay here with me.” his hand squeezing my hip gently. Tempting. But I haven't taken the bait, not yet. We can’t just go back to the way things were, me climbing into his window at night and him being my sole reason to not be at home for at least an hour a week. We’re both two different people still adjusting to our new lives.

“She said it’s a bunch of her friends from school too, it’s not like I’ll be alone with her.” I reason with him.

“I don’t care.”

“They’re gone, Paul. They aren’t coming back.” He had told me about Bella's relationship with the Cullens and the threat posed to the reservation because of it.  I didn’t tell him that he unintentionally fuelled my nightmares even more. “I need a girls night. Something off rez.”

“You don’t care that this is going to cause me to worry about you until you step foot on the rez again.” he asked, and I shook my head, tilting to look up at him. My breath hitched at how dangerously close our mouths were as he looked down at me.

“I’ve worried about you for the past year, I think you’ll survive one night.” I tell him, and he chooses to not argue about it, thankfully.

“Fine, but I don’t like it.” Paul grumbles, and I give him the best hug I can in our position, soaking up his warmth.

“I need a favour though.” I mention quietly, not knowing if he’ll agree.

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[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | aftercare

request: what about what they would do for aftercare 👀

warnings: smut, sexual vocabulary, also jake's one goes a bit more smutty than the rest

disclaimer: i'm taking this more as what they do after sex in general

josh.

aftercare with josh is basically josh stuck to your body, just that. this man loves with his entire body and it stays that way even if it’s not sexual. i mean, i can see josh’s love language acting up 24/7 and it only intensifies after fucking the shit out of you. it wouldn’t matter how rough sex was, he’s like the softest baby with aftercare. it’s all about sticking together; necking, makeouts, hands caressing each other, love words being shared softly. aftercare may not even finish, i just believe josh could never get enough of his lover.

the scenario is quite obvious, right? like we’re obviously seeing josh fucking you like there is no tomorrow. it’s not as rough, though. i do believe he has his own little wild side, but in reality most of the times you and josh fuck is just the most beautiful moment in history, with so much love being spread and shared in between your bodies. in fact, josh hates it when you call it fucking. even though that’s what you literally do. but josh is against the lame term; he always argue with you about it, claiming that you don’t fuck like animals, but you actually make love. it made so much sense, actually, as every single movement done by any of you is pushed by the undying love you had for each other. and that love would not vanish after you’re done, no. that love only grew bigger every minute passed as you two fought for some oxygen. like it was a routine, you quickly climbed on top of him, softly lying your head on his chest as his arms embraced you tightly against his body. you felt how both of your sweat stuck together, but neither of you cared; it was the need to be as close together as possible. his hands were doing wonders on your back, tracing all the possible lines and moles on it. it was like he was painting art on it, and you could see from below his face how concentrated he looked on it. as you were doing the same on his chest, playing around his nipple and sometimes escaping to trace the body lines on his neck, you noticed his sunshine smile across his face. it was always there, his best accessory, and your favorite too. when his eyes caught yours staring intensely at him, that beautiful smile of his only got wider.

“what?” he asked softly, his voice lower than a whisper but filled with the sweetest honey you have ever heard

“god, you fuck me so well, i can still feel you thrusting into me” you actually had nothing to say, and those random thoughts were the only thing you could come up with under his intense yet loving stare, one that got replaced by a quick eye roll shared with a smile

“again with the fucking? you know we don’t just fuck, y/n, baby we make sweet love” his fingers ran across your cheek like a silent ghost, as if he was afraid of truly touching you and breaking you

“we’re gonna make sweet babies if you keep doing the things you do, my love” his giggle was a bit high pitched, which only meant he loved your joke. you climbed a bit higher, nibbling on his jaw and leaving small kisses.

josh’s sudden move caught your mouth in his, and in the process, you ended up under him, as his lips continued working on yours, and on your neck, probably taking you to a second round. it didn’t matter how many rounds he wanted to do, as long as you could stay in his arms forever.

sam.

aw, i don’t know why i feel like sam is so chatty after fucking. like he would want to keep the atmosphere alive but he would also want to talk. sort of like, ok we done fucking now let me tell you about my day. i can so see some cigs being shared, beers in hands and you two laying by each other’s side or across from each other as you chat about whatever topic you can make out. i can see it being like the chillest moment of your life, like time has stopped and it’s only you and sam in the world.

i find it super cute (and sexy) to imagine sam lying on the bed, watching your chest go up and down as you were struggling to gain back some air he had taken hours ago while eating you out with his hands holding onto your thighs so tightly like someone was pulling him away. he had taken your soul off your body so many times that afternoon that you were sure it was going to take a long time to go back to normal. sex with him was always so intense, the feeling of him inside you staying for hours, sometimes even days. each time was more precious than the previous one, and the memory would stay so alive inside your head you could swear you were never going to forget about it. now, your lungs were battling to restore the oxygen lost hours ago, while sam’s lungs were struggling to not rot as he inhaled nicotine like it was nothing. this time it was you the one staring at sam so deeply, watching how he inhaled and exhaled some killing smoke in the most ethereal way possible. his eyes were lost in the air, and yet his mind was going everywhere, you could feel it. you sat up, and after noticing sam’s position, you did your best to stay close and comfortable; sam had one leg down and one leg up, and you took advantage of the latter to use it as a backrest, leaving your legs by his body. you could see sam liking your little plan, as he took a hold of your leg and stroked it up and down. for minutes you talked with your eyes and caresses, not needing to say anything. however, sam needed to say what was going on in his mind.

“do you think i’m hard to be with?” the sincerity in the question plus the question itself made you frown in confusion, not sure of where this was coming from

“everybody is hard to be with, we’re all different people” your answer was ambiguous, you knew it, but there was not much you could lie about

“so yes, that’s your answer” he didn’t seem mad

“not exactly. why do you ask?” you had to change the course of this conversation and, to your luck, sam didn’t bother

“nothing, just josh being a bitch to me today” after rolling his eyes, sam continued “he said i’m someone difficult to deal it, he questioned how you could do it”

it was the start of another conversation you were scared of having; it was hard for you to lie to him, and the topic was a bit sensitive. however, these conversations were usual after sex, as if the activity helped him clear his mind. he passed you his cigarette and you took a hit before replying, carrying the chat with ease.

danny.

i have small ideas of it, and it would sort of be like: playing videogames together, reading a book together (each one a different book or both the same one), watching a movie together, listening to music together. you caught the key word, right? i mean, i feel like danny would love to just do anything after it, like he has zero preference of what to do after sex, like his aftercare can be whatever you choose to do, as long as you’re doing it together. there’s a moment of kissing and cuddling, but it’s mostly for a short period of time before you two get bored and want to fill the time with some random activity done together.

i kinda think of a scenario during tour. you could not endure the long distance relationship as much as you tried. two days; you only lasted two days away from him. the anxiety and insecurities were not letting you rest, and you preferred to abandon your life just to be by danny’s side. many questioned your decision, and you did too, slightly. but you were sure you had made the right decision, like you were sure this was the love of your life. danny, on his side, was the happiest man on earth. it was evident in his undying smile and shiny eyes, as well as in his excitement. such thing could not be controlled behind closed doors. hands would go everywhere, the passion in each kiss only intensifying as clothes would be gone. this one time it happened in your hotel room. you had made sure nobody bothered, so you and danny could get off all that lust you had been swallowing as danny was always busy with rehearsals, soundchecks and more. all the things bottled up were set loose during one of your most passionate sex encounters. you two were speechless, breathless and more in love than ever. the tension and atmosphere was not gone even hours later, as you were struggling to breathe correctly. your eyes found him as you lied by each other’s side, and you felt danny’s hand taking yours and playing with your fingers. nothing needed to be said, your hearts beating in sync was enough for you to know this man was your soulmate. with a shy smile you watched danny get up, his cheeks blushing as you watched him go around the room. he pulled something from his backpack, and you noticed the nintendo switches he always carried around, now resting in his hands. he handed one to you and got back to bed, winning back his last position by your side. at the same time you switched the device on, opening the same game, once more, in unison.

“you wanna play animal crossing, baby?” danny asked, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder.

you moved your mouth around, thinking well of what you wanted to do.

“you want to?” you questioned back, and you continued after he nodded “do you mind if i read instead?”

danny shook his head before truly answering.

“i don’t mind at all, as long as you’re here with me”

with nothing else needed to be said, you picked your unfinished book and lied by his side. danny rested his head on your lap and, while you played with his hair, he kept playing with his device. the moment was endless, and you were thankful for the decision you had made.

jake.

ok hear me out: jake is DEFINITELY that guy from those tiktok videos that go “he just raw me roughly and now is doing his taxes” and it shows the guy doing like the most mundane shit while the girl looks fucked over. i can so see it, like jake is definitely the roughest out of the four of them, and (yes, i’m bringing this back for the 19328th time) with his duality, i can see him fucking you harshly, finishing with the heaviest orgasm and, just five minutes later, he’s sitting beside you writing some lyrics while you’re still recovering. jake is, to me, that unbothered king.

the image in front of your eyes was nothing but surprising. jacob thomas kiszka, just hours ago, had grabbed you by your arm and had taken you to his car, a visible erection inside his pants as he turned the car on, ready to take you back home and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. it was your fault, anyways, as you had begun teasing the shit out of him with provocative pictures and some jealousy acts that you knew drove him insane. it was the sneaky hands near his crotch that made him excuse himself from the supposed meeting they were having to take you to a new salsa class you had. it was a very bad lie, as you could see his bandmates not believing one word spoken. however, jake didn’t give a fuck. he wanted to fuck you so roughly you would not be able to walk tomorrow, you know, as punishment for so much teasing. there was not an ounce of anger in his expression, however; he was more turned on than anything else, and there was something he needed to do. jake started with fingering you while driving, where the first orgasm happened. soon, the second one came with him on his knees, eating you out so passionately that had your legs shaking non-stop, even after being finished. third one and fourth one showed up without much introduction with jake fucking you in as many positions as he wanted. he was in his most dominant moment, getting off with you. you were far away from complaining, feeling him with every movement made. you had gotten what you were looking for, and the consequences were as expected. however, once it was over, and while still feeling his dick doing wonders inside you, you couldn’t stop staring at jake in disbelief. still naked, even still a bit hard, jake was sitting across you with a guitar on his lap and several notebooks around him. he, apparently, seemed to have forgotten you were there. after staying many minutes speechless, you could finally find the words to speak.

“jake” you called his name, making him look up to you with probably his most innocent look, which made you gasp even more “you just rearranged my fucking insides and now you’re…writing lyrics!?” you truly were shocked at his unbothered self.

“chords, to be exact” his smile was far from being innocent, however “you did interrupt our writing session”

“to fuck me!” you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling this belonged to some sketch or sitcom

“well, i did; a lot, actually, i fucked you pretty hard” the smile was now a smirk, making you get wet all over again “now i need to continue working, my dear. if you’re still not satisfied, however….” he did a short pause to hold your hand, though more specifically, some of your fingers and, before continuing, he made sure you were making intense eye contact “...you have some beautiful fingers to please yourself”

the stare was not dying but you were, deep inside, as you felt those two brown circles penetrate you more than he had done hours earlier. jake winked at you, pretty aware of the effect his words had on you. he dropped your fingers and, without erasing his smirk, he continued working on his chords. your “devilish” side (as he would sometimes call) was definitely not gone, especially as he pretended to be so unbothered after fucking you so roughly. as it was your turn to punish him, you slowly lied back, and once you could see his attention was on you and not his papers, you gently opened your legs and drove your hand to your core, taking in jake’s awe expression with a smile as you began playing with yourself.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

All you had to do was ask

Summary: Your ‘no strings attached’ deal with Bucky goes to shit when he requests you to stay in bed with him one night. The concept of cuddling alien to the super soldier, lucky for him you’re willing to help out.

Warnings: 18+, little smutty, fluff.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Square Filled: Cuddling

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Exhausted pants and sighs echoed broke the silence of the night as you and Bucky got your breathing back to normal. Your room was dark minus a little moonlight streaming through the glass wall that was adjacent to the bed, you watched Bucky’s silhouette as he got dressed to leave.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Night Buck.”

This part of the deal always broke your heart just a little every single time, even though it was you who had initiated the whole ‘no strings attached’ with the super soldier after a drunken night. You and the guys went out for drinks to celebrate absolutely nothing and it had led to you and Sam singing your heart out on the streets before Steve and Bucky – who couldn’t get hammered even if they tried, dragged you both back to the compound.

Bucky wanted to make sure you were safely tucked in bed and that ended up with him staying with you that night, holding your hair back while you puked, making you a quick sandwich to sober you up and before you knew it, you were kissing the man before peeling his clothes off.

It worked out well in the beginning, sneaking around and emerging from each other’s bedrooms while other residents of the compound were blissfully unaware. Six months in and you were contemplating either expressing your feelings or calling the whole thing off in case it went south.

You stayed up after Bucky left going over the last few months before realizing you were thirsty. Getting to the kitchen meant passing Bucky’s room that was left open for some reason. As you got closer, you could hear faint groans and heavy breathing coming from the other side. Pushing it open, you saw Bucky’s sleeping form on the floor, sweat gleaming on his torso as the nightmare he was having disturbed the peace he deserved.

“No!” he sat up yelling, eyes flying open to look around before they landed on your frozen form illuminated by the light coming from the TV that was left on. Your feet took you near him and you knelt down wiping some of the sweat off his forehead in attempts to calm him down.

“It was just a bad dream Bucky. You’re alright.”

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, glad when he didn’t resist, rubbing his back in soothing circular motions, running your fingers through his hair softly you felt him nod in agreement. This wasn’t the first time you found him after a nightmare, and he was glad you were the one making him feel safe every time this happened.

He followed you in the kitchen, staying silent as you brought two glasses of water before joining him on the barstools.

“Still sleeping on the floor?”

“Yeah the bed is too soft. I can’t fall asleep there.”

“Well we could always get you a new mattress.”

“We?”

“I—I don’t mean we like you and I. I mean I could come along if you wish to o—or Steve you know whatever you want.” You fumbled with words, keeping your eyes on the glass, mentally slapping yourself for letting the ‘w’ word slip out.

“We can go together. I’d like that.” He managed a small smile to ease your distress.

You were heading back to your room when Bucky stopped you by grabbing your hand all of a sudden making you stop in your tracks,

“Hey could you stay with me tonight? If—if you don’t mind.”

Taken by surprise for sure but, your heart fluttered hopelessly as you nodded and followed in into his room. Another thing that managed to surprise you was Bucky’s room since this was the first time you were actually in it, blank walls, with little to no furniture minus a few essentials. The bed was untouched, you knew it as soon as you entered, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were actually going to ‘sleep’ with Bucky for the first time.

“Do you um, have a preferred side?” You asked, drawing the covers back before sliding in as he shook his head in a no as he joined after turning the lights out.

It almost felt wrong to lie in bed together with a considerable distance in between. Luckily Bucky sensed it too but found it rather hard to express.

“You can shift closer if you want. I mean—”

“Bucky. Do you want to cuddle?”

You didn’t need light to know there’d be blush creeping up his neck as you asked that question. It was funny and endearing at the same time.

“Have you never done this with anyone before?”

“Nope.”

“Of all the things we’ve done, I can’t believe you were afraid to ask for a cuddle.” You chuckled, scooting closer before resting your head on his chest, hearing his rapidly beating heart over the T-shirt he’d pulled over before getting in bed.

“I just didn’t want it to be weird. Sorry.”

“But it’s not weird. Is it?”

“No. This feels perfect. Thank you (Y/N).”

“All you had to do was ask.”

Your grin got wider when he hugged you back after pulling the covers up, comfortable silence falling over the two of you as sleep began tugging at your eyelids once more. Holding your sleeping form so close to his body, hearing the steady beating of your heart lulled him into a peaceful dreamless sleep, something he had craved for a very long time.

.

A sharp irritating sound of your morning alarm stirred you awake next morning but you soon realized there was very little you could do to move. To be honest you were afraid to, fearing he would think this had been a huge mistake.

The pleasant weight of the super soldier, his limbs wrapped around your body with a tangled mess of the sheets and his soft breath against your neck prevented you from moving a muscle. Your attempts of squirming to turn the alarm off provoked a groan from Bucky who pulled you back against his chest, burying his face deeper into your hair, mumbling something incoherent.

“Bucky we’re gonna miss training…” you whispered, reluctant to let him go yourself but you were sure to receive an earful from the Captain if you didn’t show up.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“M’ not ready to let you go.” His sleep-heavy voice travelling straight down to your core, the fact that his half-mast but clothed erection was pressed up against your thigh didn’t help either.

Giving up, you shut your eyes once more, relishing in the feeling of being so close with the man you loved. The quite calm was disturbed once more when Bucky’s phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand. Now it was your turn to groan.

“Come on we gotta go. Your best friend won’t let us be.”

Bucky lift his head just enough to gaze at your face through his eyelashes, his features undeniably gorgeous even more so in the morning light.

“What if we do a little cardio in here first?”

You were about to reply when he dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss. It felt like a dream come true to wake up next to him, share a morning kiss.

You could really get used to this.

Rolling you over, he pulled you to lie on top, never breaking the kiss as one of his hands held you by your neck while the other pressed your ass to his growing bulge.

You chuckled, sitting up just to turn Bucky’s phone off before removing your top to resume your morning activity.

“All you had to do was ask.”