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3xdni · 8 months

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Pairings: E!42 x Black!reader

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, rekindling relationships, slight angst, cheating

Summary- after numerous attempts of trying to get Miles to take you serious, you finally meet someone who's willing to do just that. Miles finds out about this and tries to distract himself with someone else but when he sees you and your new talking stage at a party, he can't help but feel like he lost something so precious to him. He can't and won't let you go.

Ding! Ding!

You stirred out of your sleep and opened your eyes, letting a quiet yawn escape from your lips. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, laying in the comfort of Miles' bed. The led lights were set to a low purple and you could see the moonlight peaking through the curtains of the window. You also noticed your boyfriend's sleeping form sprawled out across his side of the mattress.

Being awoken by the sound of Miles phone going off, you reached over to take a look. There was about 54 different notifications coming from a group chat saved ss 'the boys🧟‍♂️'. You felt slight relief having thought it was some girl blowing up his phone or something. However, you were still a bit annoyed by the fact the it was 2:37 in the morning and you would like to be asleep right now.

Shaking him lightly, you called for Miles. "Baby, your folks blowin' up ya phone."

He slowly opened his eyes and squinted as he stretched himself out his sleep. Barely paying you any mind, he immediately turned and opened his phone to a flurry of messages. You just looked at him, somewhat expecting him to say something but he just sat and read through his phone. You just decided to lay back down and pull the covers over yourself until you heard Miles' phone start ringing.

Miles grumbled about being woken up so early but promptly answered the call.

"Yo, what's happenin'?" the tired boy laid back on his pillow while rubbing his eyes.

"Yur, what's good Morales. You doin something right now?"

Miles had given you a side glance before quickly back in front of him. "Nah, i'm just with Y/N. I'm free." You felt slightly hurt by his choice of words. 'Just Y'N'

"Well we finna link up at the basketball court, you gon be there right?" You could hear his homeboy on the phone and he sounded very awake for it to be so late. It wasn't that you cared what Miles did, but you weren't expecting him to leave you alone in his bed to hang with his people.

"Maldito hombre, ya ves qué hora es? It's 2:41 in the mornin' nigga."

"Man ain't nobody tryna hear that shit! You coming or not?"

There was a long pause before Miles gave him an answer. He looked to have been thinking and you silently prayed that he would tell them to get the fuck on. But it's not like him to disappoint you of course so you really didn't know what to expect. All you could do is wish that the bed was too comfortable for him to leave, if you weren't reason enough.

"Who all gon be there?" Miles leaned up from the pillow to sit up. He looked around his room for his dirty, basketball shoes. Not getting up until he got an answer.

"Uhh, me, Jay, Ganke, and the rest of the crew." There was music in the background of the call and you could hear the sounds of laughing accompanied with yelling on the other side.

"OH! And Gwen's coming with her little friends~" Miles was already made the decision to go but he didn't get up yet. Hearing that there were unknown females going, you cringed at the thought of him entertaining them.

You watched for a sign of excitement or a sense of urgency after his friend's words but he was still as nonchalant as ever.

"Aight, I'll be there in about...15 minutes. Déjame vestirme muy rápido."

"Aight bro, see ya in a little bit."

"Yeah, bye."

You sat up from the bed as your boyfriend got up from it. You were beyond pissed by the fact he was just going to leave you there.

"Are you leaving?" The answer was already known but you asked anyway. It irked your nerves the way he disregarded you being there in the first place.

Miles threw on some grey sweats and a white wife-beater. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fina go with the boys 'cuz they tryna hoop." He slipped on some nike socks, still looking for his shoes.

You guys had gotten into multiple arguments about this. How he'd leave you at the drop of a hat for anything that wasn't important. It hurt you deeply to see how he seriously he didn't take you or your feelings.

You were obviously disappointed and upset but tried not to let it show. It's not this is the first time this has happened anyway. Y'all's relationship was never perfect.

One time, he stood you up for a date that he planned so he could play the game with his homeboys. You sat in this nice restaurant with your pretty black dress only to walk out with embarrassed tears streaming down your face. Or the time he 'forgot' he was supposed to have a cute little couple sleep over with you. Watch movies, eat snacks, and enjoy each other's company. Instead he made plans to hang out with his crew, completely disrespecting your time. But time always seems to repeat itself.

And yes you were very much aware of his Prowler duties, but more often then not it was just Miles being Miles.

"Damn, you wasn't fina let me know something? That's cool I guess.." Try to be as passive aggressive as possible, you have Miles the stankest face ever which he just returned with an eye roll.

"Ian even know they was going to play. Nadie hizo planes, don't be mad at me I didn't even do anything." He retorted as he moved into his closet in search for these shoes.

You no longer allowed yourself to get crazy upset over Miles actions anymore, his words going in one ear and out the other. However that doesn't mean that it don't bother you as much. "You never do anything, do you?"

"Bro what?" The boy turned around from his closest seemingly found what he was looking for. He looked at you with squinted eyes and a slight scowl.

"Nothin' nigga, just don't even worry about." You threw your hands up and let them fall onto your thighs with a smack. Your body language exuded attitude and you could only smile in disbelief. Your boyfriend was so perfect on the outside. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, handsome face, tall, lean with muscle, if only he had the heart to back up his looks.

"Mami don't start that arguing shit, Ian tryna here that."

"You never tryna hear nothing I say though so it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Y/N, I just wanna hoop with the boys. I do not wanna hear that shit 'cuz if we start arguin' yo ass gon' start cryin'." Miles sat down in his gaming chair to roughly put on his air forces. He was obviously getting annoyed and now he seemed like he was in a rush to leave you even quicker.

"Yeah, it's always the boys, gotta go with the boys, gotta see the boys, but when it comes to spendin' some time with your 'girl' you can't be there." Your hand movements became more aggressive the more Miles talked.

"Yeah well ain't nobody forcin' you to be wit me so do what you gotta do, bro." He didn't even look up from his shoes as he indirectly confessed he didn't give two fucks about you.

There was a silence that fell onto the room. It seemed like it didn't matter how many times you tried to put effort into making your boyfriend reciprocate your feelings, it was just impossible.

Getting up from the bed, you began to dress yourself to leave. "If that's how you feel Morales, consider this shit dead." You grabbed your phone from his nightstand and quickly opened the Uber app.

Miles sucked his teeth and finished lacing his shoes. "Y/N come on, you overreacting." He stood up from his chair grabbed his hoodie, tossing it on over his tank top.

Your face was lit up by your phone screen as your ordered an Uber and ignored Miles completely. "It's 2:57, you better hurry before they start to miss you." Turning your body away from the boy and stuffing your book bag with your stuff, you turned around and made your way to the door.

"So we done, for real? Over some bullshit?" Miles stood in between you and the door, blocking your path.

"It's not bullshit, Miles. You don't understand so just move." You pinched the bridge of nose and closed your eyes in annoyance.

He looked down at you for a couple of seconds then said 'Aight'. As soon as he moved you opened the door and walked out, night entirely ruined.

It pained you to think about how you gave your all to a nigga who could care less about letting you down. You sure knew how to pick them. Miles hadn't even thought about telling you he was going to leave, not that he should have been leaving in the first place. If this was what love was supposed to be, you didn't want it at all.

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On the way to the basketball court, Miles' last conversation with played throughout his head. He loved you, but you just did too much sometimes. So what if he wanted to hangout with his friends? Or just changed his mind about somethings. This was just how he was and if you didn't like it, you could leave just like you did. He didn't realize how much of his mind you took up until he was left alone with his thoughts.

The weight of what just happened hadn't fallen on him yet. He didn't feel bad or any regret about what he said or has done. It's not like he did anything wrong, right? Of course not, this is just what happens before you call him and apologize for tripping on him.

As Miles pulled up to the spot, he sent you a text.

- lmk when u done bein mad nd shi

Throwing his phone into his passenger seat, he jogged over to his friends, greeting everyone that wasn't currently playing basketball.

"Yo! What's good my boy?" Ganke dapped Miles up and punched him playfully.

"Yo, what's good Ganke." Miles laughed at his friends antics, still trying to shake off his sleep.

Jay looked around Miles and then behind him confusingly. Ganke doing the same thing.

"I thought you were with Y/N? Where she at?" Jay questioned now looking at Miles' car in search of you.

Instead of questioning his homeboys own interest in you, he shrugged his shoulders. "She got mad 'cuz I was tryna come link up with y'all so she left." The latino leaned against the ragged fence as he watched the people on the court. "We were sleep when ya'll called but I guess she wanted me to stay or somethin'".

Jay and Ganke shared a look and then turned their attention back into Miles. "You know that's kinda fucked up." Ganke started.

"Yeah, ya know you didn't have to come if it was like that. To be honest, if it was me," Jay pushed off the fence and in front of the other too boys to finish his statement. "I'd stay in that bed with her all night long. No disrespect but Y/N is fine as fuck!" Ending his sentence with laughter, Miles could tell he wasn't joking.

"Damn, you must be plottin' on her or something? I know she fine.." Miles trailed off not giving his friends words much thought until now. He crossed his arms and gave Jay a pointed look.

"Nah bro it ain't like that, I'm just sayin if it was me she wouldn't be gettin' mad over nothin'."

"Riiiight."

The two boys began to walk closer to each other, seemingly trying to size up the other. Ganke stuck a hand in between the boys' chest, trying to keep any altercation from happening.

Jay had a history of sly remarks towards Miles about you, as so did the rest of the group. None of them were blind and could obviously see how bad Miles treated you. They could also see how honestly attractive you were. Multiple attempts were made by Jay to try and get with you, but like the good girlfriend you are, you shit that shit down immediately.

"We came here to chill and play ball, ya'll mothafuckas need to chill out." Miles continued to glare at his so called 'homeboy' until Jay backed down.

"You got it bro." The dread head smiled at Miles and threw his hand up in defense. He just let it go before things escalated into something worse.

After a couple rounds of basketball, sleepiness over took Miles' body once again. About 2 hours had past and it felt like a good time to go home and fall back asleep in your embrace. He said goodbye to his friends although leaving Jay out. Once he made his way to his car, he hopped in and checked his phone.

Clicking yours and his conversation, he looked down in confusion.

- lmk when u done bein mad nd shi

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Whatever, bro. That's what Miles thought as he drove back to his home. He wasn't gonna stress over being left on read when he knows you'll come back, because you always come back.

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It's been 3 weeks since you talked to Miles. You would ignore him in the halls, at lunch, and in the classroom. Even though you and him had pretty much the same classes, it wasn't hard to simply ask for a seat change.

And then a month passes by with no contact from you. When he finally let go of his pride and spammed your phone with messages about how much he misses you and filled your call log with his contact, he couldn't help but feel lost. He wanted nothing more than for you to talk to him again. The girl he started dating was just an attempt to distract himself from blowing up your phone.

He'd heard news about you talking to someone new and he didn't believe that you'd actually move on from him until he saw it with his own eyes. Mrs. Perkins class was the only class that you had to keep your seat next to Miles.

One day Miles couldn't seem to mind his business and kept taking peaks at your phone. He saw messages between you and your friends about a party this Saturday. The desperate boy strained his eyes for more information but ultimately gave up. After asking around the school, he got the date and time for said party. He couldn't get you to meet up with him anymore so he just had to seek you out in other ways.

The school day came to an end and every one could finally go home. On the way to his dorm, you plagued Miles' brain. Thoughts of your sweet voice and pretty smile clouded his mind and left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Something was constantly missing from his life now. Whether it be a simple text from you or even just the loving way you would stare into his eyes. He deeply regretted taking his time with you for granted.

Miles couldn't help but scroll through old pictures of the two of you. He didn't smile in a single one and paid you no mind in any of them. It was amazing to you how long you stood up with his bullshit. He studied the ways the couples around his school would embrace each other and share love so easily. Jealousy was the only way Miles could correctly label his feelings.

Saturday couldn't come any faster. Everyone was happy to be temporarily free from there school duties and enjoy the weekend. Most people spent there Saturday preparing themselves for this party. There were so supposed to be drinks, food, music, and all around just a good time. Although for Miles, all he wanted to see was you.

Your friends wanted you to attend this party so desperately. You may have been able to keep a stoic attitude on the outside, but secretly you were trying to deal with the way yours and Miles relationship ended. Sure you were talking to a new nigga but you couldn't help but miss Miles. Even when he would pay you any attention you missed is company. Your entire relationship wasn't 'bad', it just wasn't perfect. To you at least.

The party was going to be an outdoor type of thing. It seemed to be a very warm not so you decided to go with something tight and short. Spinning in the mirror, you admired the way you dress fitted your pretty figure, feeling even cuter with your heels. It wasn't too much but it was better than most.

You took a few mirror pics and posted the best ones on your instagram. It didn't take long for your inbox to be filled with messages from random dudes, friends hyping you up, and some family telling you how good you looked.

A smile planted itself on your face as you red through the messages and replied to most of them. You felt so confident and hoped that the rest of the night would be just a good.

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Miles sat in his driver seat waiting outside his dorm building while scrolling through instagram. He would come across the usual food reel or shoe announcements until he refreshed his page and you popped up. You looked so damn good he couldn't believe it. Miles wasn't blind, he knew you weren't ugly but he'd never stop to admire how absolutely gorgeous you are. He stared at the picture for a while until his new girlfriend yanked the car door open and plopped herself into the passenger seat.

Miles quickly liked the photo and put his phone in his visor, feeling somewhat caught. Your curves stayed on his mind while driving to the spot. Lil baby, G herbo, and Gunna blasted through his car speakers as his girl rambled on about how much fun there were gonna have at this party. She wanted to party with him but Miles only wanted to talk to you.

Khelani had nothing on you. She was just some chick who had been thirsting after him ever since ya'll two were together so he'd thought she'd be a descent distracted. The woman just became a hellish annoyance.

He pulled into an empty parking spot and locked his doors on his way towards everyone. He kept his eyes peeled for you, not caring for anyone else at the moment. Khelani clinged onto Miles' arm for dear life yet he kept trying to push her away. He'd much rather hearing you yell at him for being a dick than hear her whine about getting no attention from him.

The boy looked away from the girl out of irritation only to lay eyes on you. He could practically smell your Chanel perfume and taste your Dior laced lips. His mouth went dry as he gazed over your soft curves and pretty curls/braids brought your look together. 'Oh my god' he thought to himself as he eyed you head to toe.

Miles attention was suddenly brought to Khelani as she told him she was leaving with some friends. She attempted to give him a quick kiss but he quickly weaved out the way. Clearly embarrassed, she laughed it off and finally walked away giving Miles the opportunity to go talk to you.

As he made his way closer to you, a familiar face came into view. It was Jay. The same Jay that talked about getting with you right when you two were having problems. The same Jay that would ogle you and make sly remarks about how good he thought you looked. The same Jay talking to his girl right now.

Jealousy and irritation clouded his thoughts as he watched from a distance. He didn't like the fact that Jay had the nerve to talk to his girl. 'His girl'. It didn't matter to Miles if he himself had died, you were still of limits to anyone. He glared at the dread head, diminishing any feelings of friendship that he had left for him.

The closer Miles got, the easier it was to read the situation. Both of you were arguing about something and it seemed pretty heated. You were calmly retorting to whatever Jay was yelling at you about, talking more with your hands than you were your mouth. He quietly stood in front of you two with his hands in his pockets and without being noticed.

You and your new talking stage had been having problems with consistency. He had been busy with school and you had your own responsibilities to deal with. Most of the time the both of you would go without texting each other for days on end.

Whatever it was y'all were arguing about, Jay stormed off mad as fuck leaving you all by your lonesome. This is where Miles swoops in so to save you from your thoughts. He stepped closer to you until you finally looked up and noticed him standing in front of you.

"Oh, Miles.."

"What's good, ma?"

You shifted your weight onto one leg and promptly poked out your hip. Miles couldn't help but do a double take on your body.

"Nothin' much, how you been love?"

Although you felt a bit reluctant to talk to Miles again, this being the first time in a long time, you were aching to have a conversation with him.

Miles smiled at the cute pet name. Even though you called everyone love because of it being part of your southern lingo, it still made his heart beat fast. He had leaned in even closer to you now, your scent taking over his senses.

"I've missed you so I ain't been doing to good, ya feel me?" Miles placed an arm behind the little bar behind you, trying to infiltrate your personal bubble as much as you'd allow.

You didn't really focus on how fast Miles was closing in on you. You were solely focused on the fact at how fine he looked with his freshly done braids, gold jewelry, and tight fitted shirt.

You took a sip of your drink and gave Miles an amused look. "You missed me? Are you sure?" You nodded your head in the direction of Khelani. Miles rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

He pulled up a stool and sat directly in front of you, longs legs caging your own.

Miles studied your face for a second until he couldn't help the smile that ripped through his face. "So that's the type of niggas you like now? You and Jay cute, I guess."

You laughed softly and sighed. "Just trying something new, I guess." You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders, mimicking Miles' earlier actions.

He chuckled before stopping and studying your face once more. His expression slowly changed to a happy one to a frustrated one.

"So you miss me or nah? I've been thinkin' about you a lot, Y/N."

You didn't exactly know how to feel in the moment. On one hand Miles was sweet and loving when he wanted to be, but on the other hand he was only sweet and loving when he 'wanted' to be. Mixed feelings is what you would describe your relationship as.

"I don't know, Miles. I'm not angry at you anymore but.." You decided that it'd be better to not hold grudges but you weren't going to ignore your personal feelings. That's just the way he is and if he wasn't willing to change for you then you weren't gonna force him.

"But what?" Miles looked you deep into your eyes. He had hooked his fingers onto yours and started toying with them absentmindedly. The physical touch and eye contact slightly made your walls crumble.

"I just don't think your ready for a relationship, at least not with me. I don't want to be treated like a side hoe." You took a deep breath to try and calm your beating heart from jumping out your chest. "That's fine if that's what you want, but you not getting it from me."

He stayed quiet for a second and bit his lower lip while he thought. "Mami... listen, I'm sorry okay. I should have treated you better... it was stupid of me to let you go. I just didn't want things to go too fast... I loved being with you, you know that. I'm not like the old me. I want you back..." He started rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

"But you not understanding where I'm coming from, Miles. How can I what you say when we've been through this so many times? I don't want you to keep breaking my heart, love." You looked up at the lovestruck boy with sad eyes accompanied with a sad smile.

Miles looks hurt by your response to him. "I'm just hurting mami, I miss you. I miss the good times you and I had together. I miss the good mornings and the good nights. I just want you back and I'll do anything for you,"

He leaned closer, brushing your hair out of your face. "You know I never meant to treat you bad, right? It's just..." He thought for a moment on how to tell you the truth. "...My own insecurities got the best of me. If I let all that go, if we try again... this time there won't be any games, no dumb things to ruin us."

Your eyebrows furrowed and you went into a deep thought. It seemed like you not being there has really made him realize how much you really were. There was no denying that you had also missed Miles, you had just wanted to be appreciated.

"Ok," you sighed and closed your eyes.

"Ok? Whachu mean ok? Y/N I just told yo-"

"You got one more chance. If you fuck it up, you blocked forever." Looking up at him with a pleased expression, you brought his hand to your face and placed it against your cheek.

"Damn I missed you so much."

Miles smiled and caressed your cheek, having miss the warm feeling of your affection for to long. He leaned in and placed a desperate kiss onto your glossy lips. He wrapped his arms around your hips and placed his hands on your ass, slowly rubbing in large circles.

You broke away from the kiss with worried look on your face. "What about Khelani? Have you talked to her yet?"

Miles reached for his phone and opened it to his contacts. He promptly deleted Khelani's contact and conversations from his phone. After he was done blocking her on everything, he passed you his phone.

"We weren't exclusive, but it's just you and me now."

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The Punks meet Sunflowers!

Gwen having a conversation with three popular Hobies, the punks!: I'm surprised ya'll come here so often? I thought you hated being part of Spider Society.

Hobie 138c let one of his dreads drip over his face with an amusing chuckle: We do!

Hobie 138d with blond spike shouted out loud being the loud one in the group: Fuck yeah we do! We just tryin' to cause Mayhem!

Hobie 138e the quiet one with box braids and a bandana around his forehead to pull back his braid: And we wanted to see our Sunflower!

Gwen: OHHH! -she thought it was cute at the Hobies all being bashful thinking about Miles-

The three were happily fantasying about hugging Miles or flirting with him. He's just too cute to not too. Gwen giggles: You guys sure do like him! I wonder if Hobie 138b is here.

The three grins wickedly at the idea of pissing off their other variant. Hobie 138d chuckles: Hope so! I wanna piss him off.

Hobie 138b casually walks through the hallway heading to the game room to meet up with his Sunflower. Then, he stop himself spotting Gwen talking to those blokes! Ugh, them, again!: Oye, what are you blokes doing here? Come for mi Sunflower, eh?

Gwen and The punks look over to grin at Hobie 138b. Hobie 138e smirks: Perhaps!

Oh that annoyed Hobie 138b off: You bloody basters. Touch my darling and I will- -Gwen got between the Hobies trying to ease down the tension-

Gwen: Guys, relax! Come on, picking a fight in here? What will Miles think? -they didn't like to pissed off Miles, especially if he can easily turn invisible and ignore them. Trust and believe, he has done it before with his Hobie-

All the Hobies mutters: No, ma'am. -Gwen hold her laughter seeing how they all look like small toddlers with their heads down.-

Just when she was about to speak, her eyes spotted Miles walking around with Miles 42: Oh! Hey, Miles! -Before she can wave hello at her friend, the Punks whipped their heads so fast like they were programmed to follow Miles. Then, they all rush over to him-

Hobie 138b being the first one to shove and push the Punks, he picks up Miles giving him a kiss on the cheek: :Luv!

Miles 1016 let out a small, "Whoa!" As his boyfriend swoop him up into his arms and give him kisses: Hobie! Bae, what's wrong?"

Miles 42 being surprised like a cat being startled by Hobie's sudden movements. He wasn't use to the punk being so affectionate with Miles 1610. He arched his eyebrow at Hobie picking up Miles and kissing his cheek, what in the hell: Ew.

Miles 1610 was aware of his variant being grossed out: Bae, chill! Miles is here!"

Hobie looked confused: Who? -then glance over at Miles 42 then gave a scrunched expression on his face- Oh, him.

Miles 42 scowls: Aye, fuck you, man!

Miles pouts: HOBIE!

Hobie: Sorry, luv... it's just he's a thorn on my sides! -then mutters lowly to his partner- Did you have to bring the bloke here? -Hobie didn't care about anyone, however he had beef with Miles 42. The bloke always like to start arguing with him or tell Miles to find someone else. It bothers him. Not to mention, he would always give him a dirty look-

Miles 42: I heard that. Fuck off, man! Or else I'm- HUH?- -When he raised his hand up ready to get his claws out, a hand grab on his wrist. His green eyes look up to find a Hobie variant aka Hobie 138e got a hold of his hand. Miles 42 never felt so bashful at a handsome Hobie before!-

Hobie 138e with a deep voice: What you got there, kitten? Such pretty claws! -Oh hell that made Miles 42 weak in the knees. A tall black man with a deep voice does things to him!-

The rest of the punks appeared. Hobie 138d happily said: OH fresh meat, sweet!

Miles 1016 laughs getting down from his boyfriend: I'm surprised you haven't met Miles 42! He's an Anti-hero.

Miles 42 yanks his hand away from Hobie 138e before hiding behind Miles 1016 giving dark glares: Don't fucking touch me! I'm a taken man!

Gwen laughs: Your still dating Ganke?

Miles 42 said: Yeah, what's that supposed to me?

Gwen: Nothin'. Anyway these are the Punks! They are rarely around here, but they are fun to hang or go on missions!

Hobie 139e: Gwendey, you make it sound like we're pets?

Gwen: Oh gosh, no! It's just... ya'll are rarely here. When was the last time you guys came?

Hobie 138d picks his ear with his pinky: Ahh, who knows. We don't believe in consistency, mate!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes... oh brother. Miles 1016 smiles at them: That sucks. You guys could make a lot of friends!

Gwen nodded: Yup!

Hobie 138b rolled his eyes.

Then one of the punks lifts Miles chin up being a flirt: Oh yeah? You need a special friend, Sunflower?

Hobie 138e licks his lips: I'm been meaning to taste you.

Hobie 130d: ME TOO!

Hobie 138b quickly snapped his head at them, gave them an angry stare. His mouth turned into a nasty scowl: Aye, back off, fucking twats! He's mine! -he shove Miles 42 at them while he hugs Miles being a protective bear-

Miles 42 stumbles at the punks: Hey, what the fuck!

Miles 1016 sighs: bae, that wasn't very nice. They are just joking. It's not like they are actually gonna sleep with me.

Miles 42 and Hobie 138b saw Hobie 138d holding a condom out while Hobie 138c got fuzzy hands cuffs in his pocket. Hobie 138e merely grins widely as he pulls out a deer headband from Lupe. Hobie 138c spoke at a glaring Hobie 138b and a shocking Miles 42: Yeah, Hobart! Like we would EVER try to take your Sunflower.

Hobie 138e placed the deer headband on Miles 1016: Hey, darling. A present from you.

Miles 1016 being naive: Oh, thanks! I think I already one... a friend gave me one.

Gwen laughs: You mean, Lupe! How she gave you a deer bikini too!

The Punks fantasize about Miles 1016 in a deer bikini being cute: Cuuttteee -they said together-

Miles 42 shoves them away from Miles 1016: Ya'll are fucking perverts! -Then grab the deer headband off Miles 1016's head- Get this dumb shit off, you looking really dummy.

Miles 1016 rubs his head: Ow! Miles that hurt! -Hobie 138b snuggles his boyfriend-

Hobie 138b: Told you, he's a bit of a pain, darling!

Miles 42: I heard that!

Gwen laughs: Well, I didn't expect you two to not like each other -Miles 42 and Hobie were staring at her-

Hobie 138c swiftly hugs Miles 42: Awe, shame. He's a cute lad.

Hobie 138d laughs out loud having to point on Miles 42 cheeks: Hahaha, yeah! Maybe smile more, kitten!

Miles 42 scowls then growls: Stop calling me that!

Miles 1016 saw the Punks picking on his variant, then Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016: Darling, he's so feisty. Perhaps the ole' chap prefer him and I'll have you! -Hobie twisted his head so fast it made Miles 1016 jump, and he glares at his variant-

Gwen giggles: LOL! Miles who knew you were such an eye candy!

Miles 1016: I always thought they were just joking. -He saw how his Hobie was picking a fight with Hobie 138e and the other two punks flirting with Miles 42. Miles 42 was about to claw them being so pissed off-

Miles 42: Miles, you better do something before I fuck these assholes off!

Miles 1016 laughs: Chill man. They are just flirting. What's wrong with that? -he smirks- I think you would like to date Hobie!

Miles 42 became bashful: NO! I have Ganke! That's my man! -fuming-

The Punks sighs: Ugh! Why are the hot ones always taken!

Hobie 138d slouches on Miles 1016 being whiny: Sunflower, forget about those blokes and be with me!

Hobie 138c whines: No me!

Gwen could only watch as Miles 42 fights them back from touching Miles 1016: They are like brothers... -Miles 42 seems to be a protector with Miles 1016, maybe it's because he's a bit naive-

Hobie 138b: Oi! Back off of MY SUNFLOWER! -already about to fight the other two Punks-

Miles 1016: Guys relax! It's not that serious!

Hobie: LUV! They are challenging me and want to take you away.

Miles: Bae, I'm not going anywhere. They are just fooling around. Besides, we don't see them often.

Hobie: I prefer that. -He frowns at the Punks who were grinning from ear to ear and Miles 42 hiding being Miles 1016-

The Punks: Yeah, he's our darling, too, mate. Remember sharing is caring!

Miles 42: Fuck off!

Hobie 138e licks his lips: Maybe i should kiss you to wipe that frown off your face.

Miles 42: Touch me and I will fuck you up, man! -he got his claws out-

Gwen: Yikes!

Miles 1016 to Gwen: Wow, I never seen them so hyper. They're like huskies. -referring to the punks and Miles 42 being a cat hissing at them-

Gwen: Huh, I can see that!

Hobie 138b snuggles with his Sunflower, again: Should we make a run for it -wanting to leave before the Punks act up again with his boo-

Miles 1016 giggles: Come, bae. They are you. Besides, they keep this place lively.

Hobie 138c: We sure do. But a last, we must be gittin' going my darling -he holds Miles 1016's hand to kiss-

Hobie 138b smack his variant's hand away: Watch it, twat.

Hobie 138d hugs Miles 1016's waist: Luv, he's being mean to us!

Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016 then slouch on him: Darling, we must be going before the fascist leader comes and give us orders!

Miles 1016: Really? Leaving so soon?

Gwen: Awe, but you guys should stay longer and meet more of Spider-heroes

The Punks: Nahh!

Hobie 138b whacks all of them off his Miles: Good riddance!

Miles 42: Pfft, maybe you should leave too!

Hobie: Fuck off, mate.

Miles 1016: I'm surprise you guys aren't staying longer. You get free snacks, lunch and games.

Hobie 138e: We like to jump from universe to universe, luv. It's a thing we do.

Miles 1016: Oh, okay! It's just I was hoping you guys would wanna stay since I ask a couple of friends to meet you.

The Punks even Hobie arched his eyebrows: What friends?

Miles 42: You shouldn't them meet THEM! They will be like sex starving freaks!

Miles 1016 rolled his eyes at his variant: What? No they won't, besides they are variants of us!

Gwen: No way you meet your other variants!

Miles 1016: Yup, here they come! -His watch beep showing they were coming down the hallway- Hey guys, over here!

Gwen squeals: Finally more variants of Miles! I was getting tired of see my own variants. Male Gwen was such a flirt!

The Punks and Hobie gawks at three Miles variant each one being extremely different from the other: Hey, Miles 1016 and Miles 42!

Miles 42: Hey, Miles!

The three Miles smiles at the punks having such beautiful smiles. The Punks fell in love.

(Part 2)

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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gingersnap1620 · 2 months

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Make a Memory (Chp.5)

Summary: Lillian decides to stay with the Winchesters to help out with an enemy.

Warnings: Mild spoilers from seasons 8-15

Word Count: 1.3k

Song:

Hey kids

A/N: Chapter 5!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Dean

“I got something,” I told Sam, who was sitting across from me. “Two women are dead and they have a suspect. But get this, they found their suspect at the scene of the crime placing a little bag in the third woman's purse.” I turned my computer around for Sam to see.

“Witches.” Sam said as he read the article.

“Yup, it's an in and out job. We just have to go down to the police station and gank the bitch and that's it.”

“Alright, let's go.” He started to stand up from his seat.

I started to get up as well but I heard footsteps come into the library. I turned my head to see who it was and I found Lillian walking toward us.

“Where are you guys going?” She asked with a warm smile on her face. I love that smile. It makes me feel all nice inside.

Ew, that's such a chick thing to say.

“We're going to go kill this witch.” Sam flipped the computer around so she could see the picture of the suspect.

Lillian froze in her tracks and her smile faded into what looked like fear.

“What?” I asked her, her eyes never leaving the picture of the witch.

Lillian

Shit.

I stood there frozen for a minute trying to convince myself that I wasn't looking at a picture of her.

I thought that she only stayed in Scotland. She used to do all her business from Scotland. She just sent out her followers to do her dirty work.

“What?” Dean asked me. My head snapped up to look at him. Dean and Sam were both standing on either side of the table. Dean had a red and black plaid shirt on with a black shirt underneath it, and he had a pair of jeans on. Sam had a blue plaid shirt on and also wearing a pair of jeans.

Something I will never understand about hunters is why they wear so many layers. Like doesn't it get hot when they're fighting? I don't understand the logic behind it.

“Lillian? Are you ok?” Dean asked, inching closer to me.

“Yes! Great! I just forgot to tell you guys that I'm actually just about to leave.” I informed them, turning around to walk away when suddenly I got pulled back by my wrists.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted at Dean who was putting those handcuffs back on my wrists. “Dean!”

“I'm sorry, but if you're going to react to just a picture of a witch like that then we need to ask a few questions.” I looked at Dean and then to Sam and back again.

“Let me go!” I yelled at Dean, trying to get out of his hold. He yanked me down by my arms to make me sit down in one of the chairs.

“What do you want?” I asked with a deep sigh. Sam walked around to the side of the table where me and Dean were.

“Who is this? And why did you look so scared of her?” Sam placed the computer down in front of me. “Please Lillian.” Sam gently whispered. I looked down at the screen and sighed.

“She's the leader of a very powerful coven. They disguise themselves as a church.” Sam and Dean glanced at each other. “I'm not part of it, don't worry. I used to be, a very long time ago, but I left once I learned what they were planning.”

Dean stepped forward taking the cuffs key out of his back pocket. “What were they planning?” He asked as he unlocked the cuffs on my wrists.

“That's not important. What is important is that they can't do it without me. That's why I haven't stayed in one spot for too long.”

“So what you're saying is that she knows we would see it, and you would see it?” Dean folded his arms.

“I don't know. All I know is that if she's close then she can feel me here.” I stood up from the chair I was sitting on. “Now can I please go?” I begged.

“No, whatever they're planning, they need you? Correct?” Sam asked me looking down at the floor. He looked like he was thinking hard about something.

“Yes, Sam, so I have to go so she doesn't get me.”

“No, you don't. They can't see you here, so you'll stay here and help us get rid of them” Sam locked eyes with me. Something in them made me realize I had no choice in the matter. I'm not going to lie I like these boys so it wasn't really that hard of a decision.

“What do you mean they can't see me?” I slowly sat back down in the chair.

“This is a Men of Letters bunker, there's markings all over the place so unless we let them in, they can't reach you here,” Dean answered me, taking a step closer. I looked up at Dean first, then over to Sam.

I glanced back down at the floor and let out a big sigh before looking back at Dean who was already looking at me. “I guess I'll stay,” I said with a heavy amount of sass, but I couldn't help the little smile that appeared on my face.

I've never felt this comfortable around anyone I've only known for three days. I should be worried, but I'm just…not.

Dean’s face lifted with a big goofy smile. “Great,” He turned to look at Sam. “Since we aren’t hunting this witch I think I should make us burgers.” He then turned back around to look at me, flashed me that smile again, and whipped around to the kitchen.

By the time he had left the room my smile was almost as big as his. I stood up from my chair and turned to Sam who was shutting his computer down.

“Is he really going to try to make burgers?”

“I know it's weird but he actually makes the best burgers.” He chuckled with a soft smile on his face.

“I guess I'm only going to believe that if I try them.” I laughed, giving him a warm smile back.

“Yeah I didn't trust them at first either,” I started to walk out of the room to go join Dean in the kitchen when Sam turned around, his face more serious now, but still soft.

“Lillian, I just want you to know that you can trust us. I know we just met, and you're a witch who did try to kill us, but you helped Jack. I mean none of us could get him out of his room but you did, and you put a smile on his face.”

“I do like that kid, he’s unique.” I gave him a half smile.

“Yes, he is,” He shook his head while laughing gently before looking back at me. “It's not even just Jack, I don't remember the last time I've seen Dean this giddy.”

“Giddy?” I snorted at him.

“What? Why are you laughing at me?” I would think I hurt his feelings if he didn't have a big smile on his face.

“No, I just don’t remember the last time I heard someone use the word giddy in a serious sentence.” Sam shook his head with laughter as he headed for the door that leads to the kitchen. “Sam,” I called after him.

“Yeah?” He turned around so he was looking at me.

“I don’t think I could tell you why they need me in a way that you guys would fully understand.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head to the side just a little bit, furrowing his brows.

“I mean,” I paused and looked away from him. “I mean I think I’d have to show you guys.”

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s7e6 slash fiction (w. robbie thompson)

episode title fills me with dread. good sign. another unfamiliar writer. trademark sam forearm flex

DEAN All right. Well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys, and we kill them ourselves. BOBBY Wait a sec. Every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your ugly mugs this morning. DEAN Exactly. So what's the point in trying to hide?

what kind of dumbass reasoning

okay so is it slash as in slasher? and just a poke at fans to make them think it's gonna be hot man on man action

maybe don't take the impala, a giant noisy incredibly noticeable classic car. is the slash fiction with us in the room right now? all right well i recognize this dude's name because it's got devereaux in it just like one of my all-time favorite hannibal fic writers @devereauxsdisease - so funny, so good. highly recommend if you're in the mood for some hannigram

now. the real question. will the new computer have.. say it with me, untitled 1 and 2. also, the actual real question. this was before having any sort of remote storage was common, and they probably had stuff saved on that hard drive. okay okay WAIT. we could pretend that they back up a snapshot to an external drive.. that could conceivably transfer their desktop settings too. it's conceivable sam's on the ball. (however mister devereaux would want to smash that too, whatever)

seeing jody in her cute little fitted leather jacket and jeans got me wondering how old her actress is - born in 1969 which is the same year as ellen's actress. bobby apparently consistently pulling women 19 years his junior

so like okay with this whole fucking leviathan shifter situation, should they like. stab them to see what color they bleed, before interacting with someone they supposedly know

DEAN You know, it's bad enough that they're ganking people, wearing our mugs, but now this? Have us driving around in this... this caboodle while Baby's on lockdown. SAM It's temporary, Dean. DEAN Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

oh god the eyeroll i did i think i pulled something (i will admit i laughed too). dirty dancing was a very regular part of my childhood. oh, not the lip syncing to air supply. why must they make dean do these things

LEVIATHAN!SAM I'm serious. It's nothing but Satan-vision on the inside.

all right them ragging on the boys with an inside perspective is funny.

okay if they're cosplaying the pulp fiction diner robbery, i think that makes dean honey bunny

whoa jump scare it's teen wolf bad grandpa, my least favorite character! he was on bsg too

teen wolf - michael hogan as gerard argent

appreciate they showed us sam's healing scar without it being the focal point

DEAN Sammy. DEAN Not Sammy.

ok that was cute. and the nickname forever and ever warms the cockles of my heart

LEVIATHAN!DEAN You could be anything. You're strong, you're uninhibited. You're smart enough, believe it or not. But you're so caught up in being good and taking care of each other.

oh GOD fucking stabbing jewel staite i had forgotten this is still a dangling source of conflict. THANKS I HATE IT STILL. they better fucking talk about this instead of oh sam's hiding that he knows and dean's hiding that he did it and feels guilty and doesn't know sam knows bullSHIT.

DICK ROMAN Now it's your turn to listen. I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you. You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You're less than humans, and they're not good for much till you dip 'em in garlic sauce. I'd never work with you, Crowley. In fact, if I wasn't busy with better things, I might actively wipe your kind from the face of the Universe. And you'd deserve it. Are we clear?

well i guess that frees up crowley to work with the good guys

great. what i hate more than them being in trouble with the law, them splitting up/sam walking away. i get it in a variety of ways, but i still hate it. blergh. also what a miserable little outfit he's wearing. sometimes leans into the dadcore a little too much

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x06 #spnhiky #hiky #teen wolf #gerard argent #michael hogan #robbie thompson #spn desktop background update #amy pond #jewel staite

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scrawnytreedemon · 2 years

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For the Bingo:

Kadaj, Varré and/or Vaati.

Take your pick, do all, its your decision 😌

Kadaj:

Varré:

Vaati:

WOW! LOOK AT THAT, we got a bingo!

I have just... Several posts from 2021 detailing my thoughts on Kadaj and the p a i n I feel bemoaning the way Advent Children turned out and how the fans just... kinda made fun of his motivations afterwards??? Or narrowed them down to something more akin to Genesis' jealousy, when this is an existential issue for him. On one hand, Kadaj has alot to go off of on his own, unlike Loz and Yazoo, on the other, I really like placing him with Seph and seeing how they work it out.

NOW, AS FOR VARRÉ... God, I love this fucker. Very well-rounded in canon if you dig a bit(par for the course; you're meant to dig in Fromsoft games), not much to complain. Though, apparently at one point you might've had the option to pick between him and Melina as your maiden. Makes sense; he's right outside the chapel, waiting for you. First fucker you talk to in this bloody mess, gives you your first objective(which is to say, gank Godrick). I love his bridal imagery, I love his almost-maternal chiding, I love how it's all drenched in blood. Very cool. Very sexy. 13/10.

Vaati... you poor soul. OKAY SO, I feel like Minish Cap did him a tad dirty, typical Zelda villain fare, but whether the fans do likewise honestly seems to depend. If they're familiar with Minish Cap, delightful! However, I tend to find people who aren't make him this grumpy fratboy-leery bastard fucker-- And he is a bastard fucker! But he's also a jovial little shit with a veneer of calm. However, I fully acknowledge I may very well be missing something, having not familiarised myself with Four Swords. It's a large franchise! It takes alot to soak in everything. Can't blame anyone for wanting to play with the cast even if they might not have the strongest grip on their canon characterisation-- I've been there, trust me.

Answering this late. Thank you, Cece! Energy bottomed out when it came time to answering this, but the picks were lovely, and I'm glad to get to them now <3

#ask game #scrawny answers #scrawny rambles #kadaj #white mask varré #vaati #love-et them all <3 #mwahmwah <333

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thekatea · 11 months

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Gank Your Heart

Watched: 19.02.2023

Logic left the room, but the friendship was nice.This is such a feel good show, you will end up puking rainbow by the end. When they started to recycle all the trash, all the suspense and anticipation said its last goodbyes and died. They basically told you they are going for a Disney ending and nothing will stop them.

Is that a bad thing? Depends what are you expecting to get out of this drama. Anyone who thinks this drama has good writing, is lying to themselves, but at the same time, I honestly don’t think a good writing was their goal. This is a show that is supposed to have generic motivational messages, generic saint like leads, generic conflicts and generic resolutions and it all presented in a perfect, light, fun and addicting manner that invites you for the binge watch.

There is honestly close to nothing to say about the leads. Both Ji Xiang Kong and Qiu Ying are good, hardworking, friendly, honest, passionate - so perfect it’s boring. Luckily we get some amazing supporting characters to add spice to the mix: Pei Xi, who was the literal MVP of the drama for me. I adored his character and the surprised complexity he presented. Another character I appreciated a lot was Luo Tian - on a rather low key, but he stole every scene he was in.

Story wise, it’s the underdog fighting to get to the top for both leads. They follow exactly the same path - working hard and being passionate, but always facing issues because of the jealous rivals who play dirty. For some strange reason everyone was painfully informant about the dirty tricks and no one cared to actually run a business and bring profits. My favorite unrealistic part? The internal investigation lasted weeks, but consisting only of questioning 4 people, no one knows what tracking IP address is. What I am trying to say - to make the conflict last longer and feel that screen time, to make the leads journey more meaningful, as they have to face more hardship, all the characters in the show - be it good or the bad guys, had to stop using their brains and make all the dumb decisions possible.

As it’s always the case with shows like this, the best aspect was the friendships and partnerships. The number of fun and heartwarming interactions between various characters was a blast to watch. My favorite pairings were Pei Xi with everyone (but especially Qiu Ying and Ji Xiang Kong) and Qiu Ying and Luo Tian. Friendships and mentor-mentee relationships between female and male characters are so underrated in dramas.

The production value was fine. On one hand we had a great set design for different locations, on the other hand, unfitting styling for the characters. One thing I truly cannot stand in dramas is dolled up female characters even if the setting makes no sense for it. Why did both Qiu Ying and Lu Yi Yi look like idols ready to go on stage no matter the circumstances?

Acting wise, I don’t have massive complaints. Taking into consideration the writing, I don’t think anyone could give a better performance.

Overall, it’s a fast-food of dramaland - nice, addicting, something we crave from time to time, even though it’s not exactly good.

#gank your heart #chinese drama #chinese drama review

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feartheoldblog · 2 years

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Soulsborne asks!

15 19 20 (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

15. Do you have any unpopular opinions about any of the games?

Not so much an opinion but I never really realised that ‘always’ playing co op is generally frowned upon within the community (until I jumped on Souls Reddit looking for some memes). I just always assumed it was the more fun way to play if you had friends to adventure with. Sure, I’ve done a solo run or two but streaming it to my friends just wasn’t as entertaining.

I actually got put off the Souls games for a good couple months after someone (did not ask for his opinion whatsoever) scolded me for playing co op. Apparently it wasn’t the ‘correct way to experience the games’ and I was freeloading on my friends. This person was an over competitive dick in most games though so I did hit them with a ‘fuck off, you’re just pissed you have no friends to play with’. Still ruined the games for me. I ended up playing a bit solo, realising how much I missed the shenanigans and got back into them with a vengeance as a sort of ‘fuck you’ to that dude. We don’t talk to him any more for other reasons though, so my ER experience was spared the same fate.

19. Do you play PvP?

I’ll sort of combine this and question 20. Yes, but for the most part of my Souls shenanigans, reluctantly. It’s part of the co op side which I’m super fond of. I do co op for the social aspect more than anything so being distracted from a classy discussion about how Freddo’s are the best measure for financial inflation because of ‘Scorched Soul has invaded your world’ (the name got us in both BB and DS3… a bloodthirsty edgelord that hunted us across games). I am quite fond of participating in some wee duels with my friends on occasion. Mostly in DS3 where I quickly learned that my friend was a strength weapon god (Smough’s hammer goes BONK, never seen anyone as good with a strength build as him). For ER I practice PvP with my bf (more on that in 20) and hopefully my strength build friend once he returns from abroad.

20. What are your thoughts on PvP?

As a co op player, DS3 and Bloodborne? Annoying. Interruption from the limited time we have for co op (our work schedules barely synced so it was like 2 hours at most), resetting areas (on top of us being dumbasses and baiting enemies bc it’s funny and inevitably dying), wasting precious embers and madman’s knowledge, me not standing a chance because I’m stupid and don’t put my stats in correct… I was not a big fan.

Skip to ER though, and I’ve began to enjoy it. More so for satisfaction. For the start of the game I was still as pissed off about the invasions, all the glass cannon, wacky builds, until I had a turning point… I CAN USE THOSE AS WELL. I’ve now got a strength/faith bleed build and zero losses to invaders in about 40 invasions so far (my controller is dying so not done it for weeks </3) We typically try and do duels (3v1 with skilled players extremely doesn’t feel fair in ER) with invaders to make things a bit fairer because it makes it more fun, gives us a break from stabbing snack men and a chance to practice our skills in a more challenging setting. Sometimes we do gank if we’re low on time but it feels kinda dirty on ER. DS3 and BB it was probably a 3:1 win to the invaders so it was pretty much hit or miss, mostly miss no matter what we did.

Plus, there’s a sick satisfaction in game clipping invasions where I absolutely destroy an invader or they die in a silly way. My personal favourite is the Blasphemous Blade L2. I thought someone running down a thin corridor towards me and getting one shot by it would be a sweet one off incident. It happened again. Someone trying to hide behind the tree avatar in the Haligtree got hit when I was killing the thing (didn’t know they were sneaking around), another person ran straight for me as I was killing the one in Caelid… met the same fate. I don’t know what it is about invasions and tree avatars.

I’m just… bored of seeing the same invasion builds over and over again (especially if it’s the same area). I think the most unique thing I’ve seen so far was a poison build in Morne Castle (unfortunately not very viable for them but I applaud their creativity). A gravity build in the Haligtree to try and pull us off the edge was also pretty fun to deal with. Magic blast cannon that does 1200 damage and can travel through walls? Gets pretty tiring. I just wanna see more creativity, learn how to deal with different issues. I’ve seen way too many bleed builds and hosts/phantoms just know how to deal with them by now: better bleed builds (half-joke). Or following them around as a mimic veil object (sometimes right behind) until they finally notice us.

#ask meme #i am currently in my bed rn sick so this is probably a shit response #i apologise #i was going to include more invasion stories #but i shut up for now #tldr not a fan in other games #ER I feel guilty saying it but I get a sick satisfaction #we actually get excited when we see the pop up now #thank you for the ask :)#huggingtentacles

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kabira · 3 years

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mcu did peter so fucking dirty i’m so sad

#idk why i'm suddenly so upset maybe it's bc i have chem tomorrow but #they almost ruined the character for me i HATE seeing mcu peter apologists all over the internet #just bc they like tom holland. bruuuuh #like !!!! hes cute but white boy doesn't even know peter's jewish #HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW #plus the way they basically took miles and whitewashed him and slapped the name 'peter parker' over him 😐😐#are we ever going to get an actual faithful adaptation of my boy on the big screen?? the only one that's ever satisfied it is the ps4 ver #and even THAT was ruined bc I KNOW they wanted him to look more like iron man jr #I HATE WHAT THE DID TO MILES TOO. NOW HES GONNA LOOK NOT IKE HIMSELF BC OF MCU PETER #and they did ganke so dirty.......so dirty #actually using an abuser's name for him #the only good thing abt mcu spiderverse so far is zendaya and even then it's only bc she's zendaya #i mean......yeah shes mj? but not mj at the same time you know what i mean #i like her as michelle jones i love her character but a part of me is a little salty there's no mary jane #lowkey wish they'd just named her mary jane instead of michelle jones. but that's still fine #im just being nitpicky here #BUT they did miles n peter n ganke so dirty man #im so mad #i m SO mad #idk why im so mad #but i am. Very mad #m says #now goodbye i'm gonna go study again

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Ten Years

The reader and Sam dated the summer before their senior years of high school, but when he found out she was a witch, he broke it off and left for good. Reader left the life, but when Sam gets in trouble and needs help on a hunt, she gets pulled back in, not just to the life, but to Sam.

This is an NSFW one shot featuring a female reader and Sam Winchester. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or are uncomfortable with the following topics:

swearing

canon level violence

mentions of injury

dirty talk

pet names

oral (female recieving)

penetrative sex

riding

slight dom!Sam

little bit of size kink

little bit of praise kink

All the smut is between the 🌶's though, if you just want to read the fluffy/angsty parts.

"Let's get wasted!" you hoisted your glass in the air and the other girls did the same. You downed the shot with a grimace and slammed it down onto the bar in front of you. "I am going to go put in a song request, my single ladies," you joked, swaying your hips as you turned away and started towards the DJ booth when your blood ran cold.

A tall man in the corner watching you caught your eye, and you cursed whatever deity was up there, wishing you could be anywhere else. Once you made eye contact, he moved from his place in the corner and slipped out a side exit, and you followed, knowing he'd be waiting for you either way when you left. You stepped out into the cold night air and sighed loudly.

"It's been a long time Sammy," you spoke out loud, still not sure where exactly he was hiding.

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

You looked to your right to see Sam step out of the shadows. You couldn't lie, he looked good. He'd grown up since you were teenagers, and now he was no kid.

"What do you want Sam?" you asked, hoping to get this over with quickly and painlessly, "Is your hand not cutting it for you these days?"

"So you're still pissed," he kicked at a rock on the ground.

"No, no. Not pissed. Pissed would imply that I think about you, which I don't. You haven't occupied any of my headspace in years."

"Ok, I get it. I fucked up..."

"This isn't about ten years ago Sam! You're the one who came back, so just spill it. What do you need my help with?"

"It's a case involving a witch," he finally met your eyes. "Dean is kind of, well...out of commission. You're the best hunter I know, and you're definitely an expert on the subject."

"Correction, Sam, I am a librarian, not a hunter," you said bitterly, "But I'll help you. Not because of what we had, but because I owed your dad when he died."

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Dean was definitely out of commission. The witch's spell had regressed him to be a four year old in a thirty-three year old's body. Sam was spending nearly all his time trying to keep Dean alive, leaving him no time to actually track the witch down and gank her.

You had to admit, it was kind of nice to be needed again. It wasn't exactly a high-adrenaline job helping high school students researching for papers and scraping boogers out of children's books. The case seemed pretty cut and dry to you.

This was a young witch, inexperienced but powerful. She was drunk with power and looking to the old ways in order to boost and harness that power. So she started reading fairytales. Hence all the missing children and reports of finding candy in the woods.

"I think she's finding these kids in town and then luring them out to the woods specifically."

"Why do you say that?"

"All of the kids visited the local fall festival before they went missing. The first two went with their class on a field trip, the third was taken by his aunt over the weekend, and the most recent went with his homeschool group."

"Sounds like we need to check out this festival."

Sam got online and found a stripper and paid her to babysit Dean for the next couple hours. He pulled on his classic flannel and a beanie, and you headed out.

You were walking around the festival, all typical fair things. There was cotton candy, face painting, various carnival games, nothing too out of the ordinary. As you walked, you slipped your hand into his and threaded his fingers through yours, but he pulled away like he'd been burned.

"What are you doing?" he hissed under his breath.

"A cute young couple walking around and enjoying the festival is a lot less suspicious than two individuals investigating the booth tennants," you stopped and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level so you could whisper. You reached up on your tip toes and placed a quick kiss to his cheek before releasing him and grabbing his hand again.

You pulled him through the fair, occasionally letting out a fake giggle or reaching up to adjust his hat. It was easy to play girlfriend, especially given how attractive Sam was. As much as you couldn't stand him, you couldn't deny how attractive he was.

"There, don't look yet, but there's a woman watching us at that booth over there," Sam leaned down and whispered into your ear. You jumped as his scruff tickled your neck.

Playfully you hit his chest and giggled, "Stop that! Come on, babe. I want you to win me a stuffed animal." You dragged him over the booth next door to the one he was talking about.

It was hard not to stare as he gripped the ball tightly, the veins and tendons in his hands rippling and shifting as he prepared to throw.His jaw tensed as the first ball missed, and you found yourself entranced watching the muscles in his neck and jaw work. He missed the next two throws.

Sam turned to look at you and gave you a confused look. You realized you were staring, and you quickly snapped out of it.

"Oh well, that's ok. You're still my big moose," you reached up and booped his nose. Lacing his fingers in yours again, you pulled him over the the booth next door, where the woman running it had been watching you. She was handing out cotton candy. You didn't take any out of caution, but smiled at her kindly. She smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes. The woman kept staring at Sam, however, even after you'd walked away.

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You ducked as Sam's body went flying over your head. After you left the festival, you waited in the parking lot and followed the strange woman. It was growing dark, but you continued following her, until you came to an isolated cabin in the woods. You'd gone inside to question her, but she was ready for you.

Sam hit the armoire behind you and it cracked and fell on top of him. You stood from your position and faced the witch. She thrust her arms out in front of her, and act that should have sent you flying, but your feet stayed solidly planted on the cabin floor.

"What the..." she started, but you flicked your wrists outwards toward her and she was thrown backwards into the wall behind her. She tried to fight it, but your left hand came up and you thrust your palm towards her. The breath was knocked out of her and she slammed back into the wall again.

"You can't be," she shook her head, "You're a hunter."

"No, I'm a librarian," you twirled the knife in your hand as you closed the distance.

"Please don't. I didn't know what I was doing," she tried begging, but the bodies of the children in her basement said otherwise. You were right in front of her, and you leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I hate witches like you. You give us all a bad name." And with that you plunged the dagger deep into her heart. You released the hold on her body and allowed it to fall down the wall.

You turned and stepped over the broken furniture and clutter to make your way back to Sam. He was on the ground cursing, pinned by the armoire. You bent down to grasp the edge of the heavy piece of furniture. With the aid of your magic, you lifted it off him, and he crawled from under it. You allowed it to fall back down to the place where he just was.

Sam rolled over onto his back with a groan, "Couldn't you have done that before she threw me across the room?"

"Yeah, well, I thought you didn't like it when I used my abilities," you leaned down to help him up. It took nearly all of your strength to heave him up off the floor. He winced as he got his feet and clutched his arm to his side.

"I...I don't have the same hesitation that I used to."

His answer left you with more questions than you started with, but you really needed to get back to the motel and make sure Dean was back to normal.

When you got back to 'The Palms', the dingy motel the boys were staying at, the stripper/babysitter was gone, and you were relieved to see Dean was back to normal.

"(Y/N)?" he looked at you, really confused.

"Yeah, Dean, it's me."

"Wow, I must have been really fucked up if Sam went to you for help," he paused, realizing how that sounded, "I mean, after you two, ya know..." He proceeded to make several crude hand gestures, making Sam roll his eyes, and you shook your head. "So I'm assuming you ganked the witch bitch?"

"Yeah, (Y/N) did actually."

"Nice," Dean nodded awkwardly. "Well, I need to get a drink, since all you and Sam let me have the past twenty four hours was fucking milk." He pushed past the two of you and you heard Baby start up outside.

Sam started walking towards the bathroom, and you wondered whether or not you should stay and follow him or just let yourself out. You walked closer to the small bathroom and stopped just outside the doorway. Sam was struggling to get his shirt off over his head.

"Here, let me help," you offered, before realizing how awkward it might be. But Sam just turned his body to face you and allowed you to help him. The hardest part was getting it over and off his left arm. Once the shirt was off, it was easy to see that something was definitely wrong with his shoulder.

Sam looked down, and winced, "Ah, fuck."

"I think it's dislocated," you said. He flinched as you gently ran your fingers over the skin. "I can put it back into place if you want, but it's going to hurt like a bitch."

"Do it."

You turned and walked back into the bedroom and Sam followed you.

"Lay down on the edge of the bed, left side facing me," you instructed, and you steeled yourself for what you were about to do as Sam got into position. You took a deep breath and wiped your palms on your jeans before moving over and taking hold of his wrist. "Like I said, this is going to hurt a lot. If you'd rather go to a clinic, I'll take you."

"Dammit, (Y/N), just do it already."

Curses spilled out of his mouth and his right hand fisted the comforter under him as you began moving his arm. A moment later, it was in place with a soft pop, and he went quiet. He started to get up, but you put a hand on his chest.

"Stay there for just a second, I need to stabilize your arm before you get up."

"I'll be fine, (Y/N). You can go now," he sat up against the headboard, taking it slow.

"Yeah, because you're so good at taking care of yourself. You know, I never quit caring about you, but you pushed me away. At some point, I had to move on."

You couldn't believe you were falling for him again, or that you'd just admitted that out loud. In shame, you grabbed your bag and stormed to the door. As your hand made contact with the door handle, Sam spoke.

"Wait."

You froze, hand on the handle, facing the door, waiting to see what he had to say.

"I never stopped caring about you, either," you could hear the heartbreak in his voice, and you felt the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

"So why did you do it?" you turned to face him, "Why'd you break my heart, Sam?" You moved back towards him as you waited for his response.

"I was afraid. I was afraid of your abilities, and I was afraid of defying my dad, but most of all I was afraid of losing you. Our line of work...people don't get happy endings."

"But don't you deserve one?" you asked, sitting in front of him on the bed, grabbing his large hand in your much smaller ones.

"I don't know that I do," he confessed.

"Sam, if anyone deserves to be happy, it's you. So what do you want?" you asked, looking him in the eyes as you spoke.

"I want you," he whispered. Before you could react, his lips were on yours. His scruff rubbed on your skin and his tongue explored your mouth. You kissed him back, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging a bit, like you knew he loved.

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Sam moaned into the kiss. His left hand settled on your waist, but his right roamed your body, exploring the territory he used to know better than the back of his own hand. Sam's lips left yours and began trailing down your neck, and he remembered all your sweet spots.

"Fuck, Sam," you moaned, "You got really good at this."

He pulled away from you and smirked, "Do you want to see what else I learned?" All of the sudden your mouth was too dry to speak, so you just nodded. Sam laughed at your reaction, making you blush. "You know how much I love undressing you, but I think you're going to have to strip for me, gorgeous."

You stood from the bed quickly and began shedding your shirt. Once it was off, you shimmied out of your jeans. You looked up to see Sam biting his lip, his eyes completely lust blown.

"Everything off, sweetheart." He hadn't only gotten better, but cockier and more dominant. You blushed under his gaze and reached behind you to unclasp your bra. As it fell away, Sam licked his lips. Finally, you hooked your thumbs in your panties and slid them down your legs. You kicked them off into some unknown corner of the room.

The whole time, Sam hadn't moved. He just sat back against the headboard and admired your body. When you were finally naked before him, he stood from the bed and pulled you into another heated kiss.

"I want to taste you," he breathed into your ear. You shuddered and pulled away, moving to lie on the bed. When you were comfortable, Sam shed his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. You could see his hardening member through the thin fabric, and you thought back to all the times you'd done almost this exact same thing all those years ago.

He lowered himself onto the bed, being careful of his injured shoulder. Sam looked up at you as he simply breathed on your exposed slit, making you whimper in anticipation. He suddenly dropped his head and his tongue made quick work of pleasuring your clit directly.

Your hands fisted the sheets, and you did your best to keep your legs open. Sam wasn't lying. He really had built up some skill. He expertly teased open your folds and before you could process it, he had slipped a finger inside of you. The long digit was quickly joined by a second and then a third. His mouth continued working, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Fuck, Sam, I'm going to cum," you moaned. Sam only sped up his actions, and your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You writhed and thrashed under him as he helped you ride through your high. Finally you had to sit back up on the bed, pulling away from him, because it was all too much.

Out of breath, you looked down to see the lower house of his face covered in your slick, and you could swear the sight was absolutely heavenly. Sam followed you up the bed and you watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. You pulled him down into a kiss, tasting your own release on his lips was exhilarating.

"God, I just want to be inside of you," Sam sighed, flopping over on the bed next to you.

"May I?" you asked teasingly, and Sam nodded frantically. You laughed at his eagerness before moving to straddle him. Your finger nails scratched down his abs, and he hissed under his breath.

"Stop being such a fucking tease, (Y/N)."

You pouted at him innocently before shifting down on the bed so you could free his cock.

It was just as beautiful as you remembered. Long and thick, the head was bright red and weeping with precum. You swiped your finger through it and popped it into your mouth.

"I'm warning you, (Y/N). Stop teasing."

His eyes were dark and his stern words sent a new wave of arousal straight to your core.

"Got a condom?" you asked. Sam reached over to his right side and pulled open the nightstand drawer. When his hand came out, he held a small foil packet. He handed it to you before putting his hands behind his head to watch you.

You ripped the foil open with your teeth before removing the rubber inside. Carefully positioning over it over his tip, you rolled it down over his length. You pumped him a couple times before lifting your hips and sinking down onto him.

Tears sprang to your eyes and it felt like you were going to be torn in half. You'd forgotten how big he was, and it took you a moment to adjust. A couple of tears escaped and slid down your cheeks, but Sam's hand was there to wipe them away.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. Just take your time," he praised. After a moment, you began to grind down on him, eliciting a groan from him. Not long after, you began pushing yourself up and down on his dick. Sam's hands found your hips, helping you to steady yourself and find a rhythm.

You knew it was over once his hips started thrusting up to meet yours. His tip was hitting your cervix, and the thought of having him so deep had your mind melting. His left hand moved to find your clit, and with just a few strokes, you came again.

Sam pulled you forward onto his chest, and he kept thrusting up into you, chasing his own orgasm. You knew he was close. Finally you felt his cock twitch inside of you and he filled the condom with spurts of hot cum.

You both laid there for a moment, each trying to catch your breath. Sam's cock was still buried deep inside of you, but you had no desire to move, and it seemed he didn't either.

Finally, you felt the urge to pee, and you knew you had to get up. You started to move, but Sam's arms wrapped around you and his chin rested on the top of your head.

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"Sam, baby, I've got to pee. Please let me up," you mumbled into his chest. He sighed and allowed you to get up. You nearly fell as your feet hit the rough motel carpet, and Sam's hand shot out to help you steady yourself. Once you found your feet, you padded over to the bathroom.

When you came back, Sam was sitting up in bed looking at his phone. You crawled in under the covers, wanting to snuggle up with him. He'd cleaned up while you'd been in the bathroom.

"I missed this," you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "I missed you."

"You should come with us," he said, without missing a beat.

He put his phone away and sank down into the bed so he could really hold you close.

"Sam, I have a life here. I got out, remember?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell me you didn't love it, the research, the investigation, the hunt. I know you, (Y/N)."

"What if you stayed with me?" you countered, and Sam's eyes found yours. "You could leave the life, Sammy. We used to talk about it."

He sighed and looked away, "I tried that. I was out, for nearly four years. But a demon killed my fiancée and set my apartment on fire."

"Oh my god, Sam. I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," he looked up at the ceiling, "It happened a long time ago."

You traced patterns on his chest, letting your nails scrape the exposed skin lightly.

"We have a place now, though," he said, looking down at you.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's an old bunker. Used to belong to a group called the 'Men of Letters'."

"Is it safe?"

"It has wardings and protection spells all over. It also has running water, electricity, and cable."

"Ooh, wow. The big three," you said sarcastically, earning a chuckle that shook your head.

"Just...think about it."

Sam placed a kiss to the top of your head before stretching over to turn off the bedside lamp. Lying there on his chest in the dark, it felt like no where was safer.

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"Mornin' sleepy heads," Dean's voice woke you. You were suddenly very aware that you and Sam were still nude after last night's recreational activities. You shot up in bed, breaking Sam's grip on you, and pulled the covers up to cover your breasts.

"What the hell, Dean?" you fussed, not bothering to keep quiet as Sam was already stirring behind you.

Dean held out a take-out bag, "I brought you breakfast!" he said cheerily, making you roll your eyes.

"Get out," you hissed.

"Hey, I'm not the one who fucked in the shared room last night. I was nice enough to bring you breakfast."

"Fuck off," Sam said gruffly as he sat up, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep.

"Don't get me wrong," Dean continued, "I'm glad you finally fucked it out. It was starting to get awkward."

"Dean, I'm telling you one last time. Get out, or I'm going to make sure the next time a woman sees your dick, she laughs."

Dean held his hands up in surrender, muttering something about crazy witches as he left the room.

Sam went to get in the shower as you laid in bed a bit longer. You used the time to think, and check your phone. Your calendar included reminders for the weekly faculty meeting at the library, and the summer reading program presentation you were scheduled to do at the end of the week.

You were seriously considering going with them. They had a place now. It was suddenly a really good option. You'd integrated well into the community, but you always felt...off. Like you didn't quite belong. It was hard to know all the things that were out there and live a normal life.

You were torn from your thoughts when you looked up from your phone to see a man in a trench coat just standing by the door to the room. Your scream brought Sam running, wrapped in just a towel from the waist down, pistol in hand.

"What the hell, Cas?" Sam asked the strange man in the corner.

"You know him?" you asked Sam as he lowered the weapon.

"Yeah, (Y/N) this is Castiel. Castiel, this is (Y/N)."

"Hello," he said to you before turning back to Sam, "I apologize to disturb you post-coitus, but I am looking for Dean."

"He took off thirty minutes ago. I can call him if you want."

"Please," he asked. He stood awkwardly in the corner and waited for Sam to call him. After a short phone conversation, Sam hung up the phone.

"Dean's at a drug store about a block from here."

"Thank you," Cas turned as if he was getting ready to leave, but he paused, "Sam, are you injured?"

Sam started to shake his head, but you interrupted, "Yes, he is. He got tossed around like a ragdoll by a witch last night and dislocated his shoulder. I put it back in, but he's definitely damaged some ligaments."

You watched anxiously as Cas strolled over to Sam and simply touched his forehead. They both seemed to glow for a second, and then Castiel was gone.

"Do you want to explain any of that?" you asked Sam as he sat down on the edge of the bed to face you.

Sam sighed, "Castiel is an angel. Yes that kind of angel. He just pops in from time to time."

"And the weird glowy thing?"

"Yeah, he healed me. It's a thing he does from time to time."

"I think I'm going to like Cas."

"Does that mean you're coming with us?"

"Yeah, I think so."

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or, the one-shot that wouldn’t get out of my head where jack is a baby, cas is back, and he and dean have a talk. s13 :) this is a long one, so part of it is going under the cut!

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Things are strange.

Of course, things are often strange in Castiel’s life, especially these days. For one, he just got brought back from the dead. For another, he rode in the passenger’s seat of the Impala on the way back to the bunker. Sam drove, because when Dean tried to drive, the baby in the backseat--Jack, that’s Jack--started crying, and Dean had to switch spots and let Jack’s tiny hand wrap around one of his fingers. Only then did Jack stop crying.

As soon as they got back to the bunker, Dean went to put Jack to bed, leaving Castiel in the kitchen with Sam. That’s where Castiel is now, watching Sam putter around, cleaning up things that don’t need to be cleaned. There’s clearly something on his mind.

“You and Dean should talk,” Sam finally says.

“We usually do talk,” Castiel replies, unsure of what, exactly, Sam means.

“I mean, really talk. Look--” Sam stops, grabs two beers out of the fridge and slides one across the island to Castiel, before continuing. “Dean gets...things get bad for him when you’re gone. Without Jack to take care of, I think he would have...” Sam doesn’t finish the sentence, but Castiel has a feeling he knows where it was headed.

“Is Jack always like that?” Castiel asks.

“Obsessed with Dean? Yeah. I mean, things are still kinda complicated with Mom, and I’m not great with kids, but Dean...” Sam sighs. “I mean, he had to take care of me constantly when I was a baby. He’s always been really good with kids, better at expressing himself. And he and Jack...I mean, if Dean’s not with him, Jack gets really upset.”

“Wow,” Castiel says. He remembers a few years ago, helping Claire out, and how quickly Claire and Dean cottoned onto each other. And stories he’s heard from before he knew the Winchesters (sometimes it’s hard to believe there was a time in his life before them) where kids had been involved on a hunt and Dean saved the day.

Perhaps it’s only natural.

“But yeah,” Sam takes a deep swig of his beer. “Go find him and talk. I bet Jack is asleep by now.”

“Right.”

Castiel still feels odd, wrong-footed, though. It should be easy to talk to Dean--Dean’s one of his best friends, someone he would do anything for, has done anything for.

But he’s also Dean, someone who can be complicated and feels things deeply, and if he’s been feeling bad enough to contemplate--

Castiel doesn’t know what to say to that.

He finds Dean in his room, sprawled out on the bed with a sleeping Jack next to him. There are beer bottles and a couple of whiskey bottles littering Dean’s nightstand, an overflowing wastebasket in the corner.

Sam was right. Things haven’t been great.

Dean’s eyes flutter open when he hears Cas enter and he sits up, saying softly, “I know sleeping with babies can be bad, cuz I read one of those books you got, but he just...” Dean turns his gaze to Jack. “He doesn’t go to sleep unless I do this.”

Castiel nods.

Dean carefully scoops Jack up and carries him over to the crib in the corner of the room. The whole scene is both painfully domestic and painfully Dean, and it causes something in Castiel’s chest to twinge.

“But he’s out like a light now,” Dean says. “He’s already better at sleeping, it’s like he knows I don’t get much even without a crying baby.”

“Hm,” Castiel agrees. “Dean, can we talk?”

“Uh, sure? Let’s go somewhere else.” Dean takes one last look at Jack’s swaddled form and then leads Castiel out of his bedroom and to another room, which Cas has never been in before and is barren except for some armchairs and a foosball table.

“What’s this?” Cas asks as they settle into the armchairs.

“It’s...I dunno, a rec room or something. Thinking of putting a TV in here so we could watch movies. I’ve been calling it the Deancave and Sam has been getting annoyed with me.” Dean cracks a smile at a that. “Whaddya want to to talk about?”

“I, uh...” Castiel shrugs. “Sam just said I should talk to you.”

“Dirty traitor. Of course he did.” Dean frowns.

“We don’t have to if you don't want to, I just thought--”

“No, no, this’ll--I need to say this shit.” Dean swallows, before saying, “So, do you remember, about a year or so after we met, when we were trying to get the Colt back and gank Lucifer?”

“I do,” Castiel says, now completely unsure of where Dean is going with this.

“Well, I...I got zapped to the future. Or a future, I guess, by Zachariah. It was...2014 there, the world was overrun by this plague and zombies, Sam was...gone, he had said yes to Lucifer for good, and I met another version of myself who was...he wasn’t a great guy. Pretty cold and ruthless, willing to use people he cared about as bait or put them in harm’s way. He didn’t care about much anymore.” “I assume I wasn’t in this world?” Castiel asks.

“No, you were.” Now Dean looks genuinely pained. “You had lost almost all of your grace, and you spent your days...drinking and doing drugs and having sex. You had lost the trench coat and you were...different. You still thought I was pretty cool, though, and the other Dean, the Dean from that you’s time, he hated that.”

“I see.” Something is coming into focus.

“You were Cas, but you weren’t my Cas,” Dean says, the emphasis on the my weighty.

“Was this the same night that you told me to never change?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs. “It was. Something that the other you said, it just...it hit me. And I couldn’t let that happen to you, and I couldn’t let myself be the guy that made it worse. He said that the only thing you and that Dean had left was each other, that if the other me said it was time to go, then you would follow him. And I tried to talk to the future me about it, ask him why he was willing to put you in harm’s way just because you would follow him. He...he didn’t have an answer.”

“I have changed, though, Dean,” Castiel says after a moment. “And not in a bad way.”

“Yeah, but you coulda become that guy.” Dean’s fidgeting now, uncomfortable. “Anyways, after that it was...yeah. You know how things went, you were there. A lot of shit went down, and I tried not to think about that future I saw.”

“I see.”

There’s a vast, empty silence in the room as Castiel contemplates what Dean has told him. He wants to ask follow-up questions, figure out what, exactly, Dean means by what he’s said, but it’s rare that Dean is so open and calm about it, and Castiel doesn’t want to break the spell. He wants Dean to, what’s the phrase? Level with him.

“And then we went to purgatory,” Dean continues suddenly. “And I spent a year looking for you and found you all dirty and scruffy--you still had that trench coat but you looked like him. I was...starting to realize something, I guess? I mean, Benny helped me find you, and one night we were just hanging out, doing stuff, and he asked me what my deal was about you. I told him, I said you were one of my best friends, hell, just straight-up my best friend.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said I was full of shit, that no one spends a year in purgatory for a friend. I told him to shut the hell up, but he was right.”

This isn’t happening. This would never happen, because Castiel has heard that it won’t. The Empty’s words from when he was dead echo in his head.

I know who you hate. I know who you love. There is nothing for you back there.

But maybe there is.

“There isn’t any use in trying to hide it from you,” Dean says. “You saw all the bottles. Every time you leave...I tell myself it’s because you’re like family, and you are, but not quite--”

Castiel is tired of waiting, tired of having a weight lodged in his chest, and he hates how agitated and small Dean looks, so before he can fully think out what he’s doing, he’s standing up and then leaning over Dean’s chair, his face inches from Dean’s.

He waits.

“There’s--there’s no way,” Dean says, breathless.

“There is.” Castiel swallows, hopes he hasn’t miscalculated.

He determines a moment later when Dean seizes him by his collar and pulls him all the way down into a kiss that he did not, in fact, miscalculate.

It’s clumsy and messy, because of the angle and the nerves and all of the waiting, but Castiel doesn’t particularly care, and he’s getting the impression that Dean doesn’t, either.

“Please don’t leave again,” Dean whispers into Castiel’s neck when they finally separate.

“I won’t,” Castiel promises. “Although I still can’t promise to never change.”

“That’s a good thing,” Dean replies. “I know that. Now.”

Castiel doesn’t sleep, but when Dean finally heads back to his room to check on Jack and then try and get his four hours, Dean grabs Castiel by the trench coat sleeve. He stays, takes the pair of pajamas Dean sheepishly offers, finds himself curled around Dean in the big bed that doesn’t seem so big anymore. Neither Dean or Jack wake up all night.

Castiel may not sleep, but he does sink into a fairly deep meditative state in the quiet darkness of Dean’s room. He “comes to” an indeterminate amount of time later to see that the room is empty, save him, and that all the bottles and trash are gone.

He pads into the hallway, still in that pair of Dean’s pajamas, and hears voices coming from the kitchen. He follows them to find Sam sitting at the table, talking to Dean, who’s standing at the stove with Jack swaddled and wrapped to his chest. Castiel feels his face reddening as his chest expands, and he makes a beeline for the table and sits across from Sam.

“I see you had that talk,” Sam whispers, grinning.

“We did.” Castiel can’t help but smile back.

“Anyone not want bacon?” Dean asks from the stove, and Castiel and Sam both shake their heads.

Castiel could get used to this, and he hopes he gets the chance to.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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A gentle scent

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,5 k

Summary: Dean needs an omega. There is only one place Sam can take him to.

Warnings: angst, language, first rut, late bloomer, dirty talk, cocky reader, needy Dean, Beta turns out to be alpha, true mates, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, implied knotting/claiming, light oral (fem rec), mentions of prostitution (kinda)

A/N: none

Rating: Explicit

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Four days earlier, …

“I’m telling you, man, I feel odd. I got this tingling in my crotch and, I hate to tell you so, but I can smell you, Sammy,” Dean grumbles, as he noses his way up to his brother’s back. “You reek like alpha and omega pussy. Did you do more than get information from that girl at the bar?”

“Dean, what the fuck!” Sam jumps back, growling as his brother’s eyes begin to glow. “Fuck, you look like an alpha, Dean.”

“That’s nonsense. I’m beta all my life. You know that” scrunching up his nose Dean takes a step away from his brother. “You should have a shower, is all. Big guy, big smell.”

“Dude, this is,” the younger brother huffs. “Let me check on you. You act like an alpha, Dean. Maybe you are a late bloomer?”

“Sammy, I’m thirty-two. No alpha presents at that age. This is nonsense. I bet that cute bartender gave me a cold or something. Damn, she was so freaking hot,” Dean croons. He frowns deeply, hating his brother snickers. “Fuck, what is wrong with me?”

“You just crooned, Dean,” Sam deadpans, as his brother points a finger at him. “Maybe the witch last month cursed you?”

“Now I’m cursed? First, you accuse me of turning into an alpha and now you are telling me a witch we ganked weeks ago cursed me?”

“Just saying, you act strange. You sniff at me, my clothes. Your room looks like you are waiting for an omega to step inside,” Dean grits his teeth as his brother mentioned the dirty clothes and food Dean hides in his room. “Dean, you made a nest on your bed. That’s an indication that you are close to going feral. You need an omega.”

“Fuck! No! I don’t want one…”

Now, ...

“A gentle scent,” Dean can barely stand. He leans against the wall next to a red door, panting heavily as he tries to fathom what’s going on with his body. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Sammy. You brought me to this pseudo cathouse. Dude, all of those girls spread their legs for any alpha in a rut. I don’t wanna have my first time with a prostitute.”

“You’ve got not much of a choice, Dean. None of the omegas at the bar wanted to go home with you, an inexperienced alpha. Brother, you are aggressive and deep in your rut. Hell, you almost attacked me,” Sam sighs deeply as his brother struggles to stay upright. “They know how to handle an alpha in a rut.”

“I don’t care, Sammy. Bring me back to the bunker. I’ll sit this out,” he gives his brother a weak smile. “It’s my first rut, right? It won’t kill me.”

“Hello, what?” you stop in your tracks when you find two alphas in the dark alley. You wonder what they are up to, hand creeping toward the hidden knife in your back pocket. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”

“Oh, do you—” the taller one clears his throat, “ahem, are you working here, miss? My brother is deep in his first rut. He needs help.”

“Fuck, wait,” in a split-second, you move toward the sick alpha to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “He’s burning up. How old is he?”

“Sammy, don’t,” Dean huffs as you move your hands to his side to steady the sick alpha. “I can make it without a willing girl wanting to take knot for money.” The bastard smirks as you lean closer to sniff at him. “Smell something you like?”

“Dirt, booze, sweat, and desperation,” you retort, mirroring his smirk. “If you want to die, fine by me. But if you want to survive this night, follow me home.”

“Follow you home?” the alpha watches you hand Sam a piece of paper before you step away from the alpha in a rut. “Hey, where do you think you’re doing? You can’t just come here, sniff at me and leave.”

“I can and just did,” blowing Dean a kiss you walk off, swaying your hips. “Oh, and just you know. The club is closed for the time being. They had a vermin plague.”

“Vermin plague?” Sam asks. “Wait! My brother still needs help. We will pay you more than the usual price. Please.”

“Not interested. If he needs help, your brother should look for a rut motel. That’s more his style…”

“No. I won’t knock. That’s what she wants,” Dean’s legs are about to give in. His eyes glow and he grits his teeth as he catches your scent. “Fuck, she smells so good…too good.”

“Go there and knock at her door,” Sam grunts, pushing his brother toward your door. “Do you want to die? You’re too old to survive the first rut without an omega. That woman is your only hope. If she’s willing to help you. Call me if you need more money.”

“I hate her,” the alpha stubbornly replies. “I hate being a slave to my instinct. This is shit, Sammy. I want to go home and have some pie not lick a stranger’s pussy.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Sam points at the door. “Go in there and knot that omega. Give it to her good. Let your alpha take over.”

“Dude. That’s just gross,” scrunching up his nose Dean looks at his brother. “You can’t just tell me to have sex…”

“Hello there,” you lean in your doorframe to eye Dean up and down. “What can I do for you? You don’t look too good. It’s been another rough night, huh?”

“How much for knotting?” Dean pants heavily. He’s ready to just pounce on you and knot the life out of you. “Hurry up. Just tell me how much a night will cost me.”

“Aw, sweet alpha,” chuckling you pat Dean’s cheek. “All you had to do was ask nicely and come here. This is your first time, huh? How old are you, sweet cheeks?”

“Ask nicely?” he grumbles. “I’m dying in front of your door, sweetheart. Can I please come in and knot you for money? We can talk later.”

“No,” you coo.”

“No? But you said—” Dean gasp as you roughly cup his crotch to squeeze his painfully hard cock. “What?”

“Come in. Get out of your clothes, and give me that cock,” you fist his jacket roughly to drag him into your apartment. “I hope you’ve got a knot worth my time.”

He follows you inside like a puppy, purring and crooning as you unbutton your blouse on your way to the bedroom. “Nice home. How long do you live here?”

“Do you want to have a date or knot me, alpha?” he growls as you shimmy out of your skirt, smirking to yourself. “Come on. Be more vocal.”

“I wanna knot you,” Dean is on you before you reach your bedroom door. He’s pressing you against the wall, sniffing along your neck while his hands paw at your chest. “Give me that cunt. I want to fuck you, knot you, and mark you with my cum.”

“All you had to do was ask,” you repeat, chuckling as he kneels behind you to bury his nose in your cunt, inhaling deeply. “Go ahead, have a taste.”

“You’re going to be mine tonight. I’ll slide right into your slicked cunt and make you scream my name,” he grunts, teeth gathering your panties to drag them down your ass. “Sweetheart, you’re a dripping mess.”

“I have a thing for virgins, sweetie,” you press your pussy into his face mewling as he begins to lap at your pussy. “I never had an alpha who never knotted an omega before. Makes me all tingly.”

“What are you talking about, woman! I’m not a virgin.” he gets up from the ground, standing behind you, lips pressed to your ear. “This is all so frustrating.”

“Do you want to have fun now or not,” you twirl around to cup the back of his neck. “Yes or no.”

“I need you,” he whimpers as you move your other hand to his crotch to gently run it up and down his cock. “Please. This is—I never.”

“You need to knot me good, huh?” husking the words against his lips you give in to your needs. “I smelled you at that bar, but you were gone before I had the chance to have a taste of you.”

“You stalked me?” he easily lifts you off of your feet, smirking as you eagerly wrap your legs around his waistline to let him carry you into the bedroom. “Shit, you’re as needy as I am, ‘mega.” Dean mutters as you are busy grinding into him. “Don’t slick my pants.”

“Get out of your fucking clothes then and give me that knot,” it’s your turn to tug at his clothes, growling as he struggles to place you on the bed. “Now!”

“Lemme just…fuck!” you tug at each other’s clothing, tear the fabric off of your bodies to feel your skin pressed against his. “Shit, I wanna knot you so bad. Let me just get out of those fucking pants.”

He struggles to get his pants down, muttering and cursing under his breath while you already shimmy out of your panties and drop your bra to the ground. “Hurry up or I’ll start without you, alpha.”

You crook your finger, lure the alpha. “Fuck don’t do this. I-I can’t tame that beast inside of me. Damn, does an alpha feel like this close to an omega all the time,” he all but growls. Dean can barely think straight as he crawls between your spread legs. “Usually, I’ll take my time but I’m about to cum all over you.”

“Alpha, stop wasting more time,” you grasp for him, trying to drag the heavy alpha on top of you. He yelps as you move your hand to his cock to stroke him. “I need you inside of me.”

“You need me, sweetheart,” he grins down at you, forgetting that his alpha wants to take over, consume Dean’s mind and just live for his instinct. He wants to breed, knot and claim. “Mine, fucking mine.”

“What? Hey! Oh, fuck me,” your hands fly to his ass as he lines himself up, thrusting hard the moment the tip finds its goal. “Shit. Condom.”

“No time, ‘mega. Need to breed this cunt,” a throaty purr leaves Dean’s lips. He nuzzles his face in your neck, already moving before you get the chance to respond. “Your womb is going to be a warm place for my pups.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you’re a panting mess. “We should not plan to have pups, dude. Hurry up and make me cum.”

“You’re a demanding little omega,” he grunts in your neck. His lips ghost over your mating gland and you fear, he’s too lost in his instinct to stop himself from doing something stupid.

“Fuck me like an alpha. I deserve to get fucked well and rutted into. Now move your ass and make me cum,” you demand. “Harder. Faster.”

“Shit…omega. I’m gonna break ya if you don’t stop talking like this,” he rocks his hips faster, groaning as he feels his balls tightening. “I wanna knot this cunt and make you mine. I can’t hold it for much longer. You feel too good.”

“I-I’m close, please…” you fall faster than expected. It’s too late to stop Dean from coming inside when you feel the knot in your belly burst open. “Fuck…that was fast.”

“You are telling me…”

“Fuck, how’d I end up here,” he groans in your neck. “Oh, hello there…” Dean lifts his head to look at you lying underneath him, still sore from last night’s activities.

“Little puppy followed me home and wanted to knot me,” you push against his shoulders. “Get off me, you’re heavy. My legs are cramping, and I don’t feel my ass.”

“Little puppy…knot…oh…yeah,” Dean grins now, remembering the last night. “You begged me for more if I recall right.”

“I told you to get off me,” Dean doesn’t move an inch. He stays on top of you, grinning. “What?”

“You’re bossy, sweetheart. Last night you begged me to fuck you harder. Now you act as if you didn’t want my knot,” he finally rolls off you, groaning deeply. “Damn, being alpha is exhausting.”

“You really are a virgin,” you yawn as you lazily stretch your sore body. “You were still going at it after I passed out on you.” you hiss, feeling pain shoot through your neck. “WHAT THE FUCK!” you freeze when you move your hand to your neck.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Do you need more?” he jolts up on the bed to look at your naked body, smirking lazily. “I can go for another round, though.”

“Did you—did you bite me last night?” Dean struggles to take his eyes off your naked chest, humming as you grab his hand to press his fingers to the mark he left on your neck. “UH, a love bite. Is all. No worries.”

“No worries, asshat?” you punch his nose. “You fucker claimed me. That’s a permanent mark. Holy fuck! I don’t even know your name.”

“Name’s Dean,” clearing his throat Dean glances at the mark he left. “Can’t we undo this?” you gape at him, mouth hanging open at his stupid question. “I guess not…”

“No, we can’t undo this, you fucker! A claiming mark is permanent. We mated and now you,” falling back on your bed you groan deeply. “This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my week off. Fuck!”

“Week off?” he curiously watches you slam your fists into the mattress. “Sweetheart, are you on a vacation? I thought this is your apartment.”

“I kinda borrowed it…” you roll to your side. “I’m just rolling through town and…ya know. I was looking for fun and then I scented you.”

“Rolling through town,” he repeats your words. This time Dean sits a little straighter to look you up and down, smirking as his eyes land on a small, well-hidden anti-possession tattoo at your left inner thigh. “You’re a hunter.”

“And?”

“I’m a hunter too,” Dean huffs as you turn to pick your clothes up.

“I got that, idiot. The tattoo, your strength, the scars. I was horny, not stupid last night,” he chuckles at your comment. “What do you want to do now, genius. You just claimed me.”

“We could try to do it again…I mean the sex was good and I slowly get used to having a knot,” as you look over your shoulder Dean gives you puppy dog eyes. “There’s still a lot I do not understand.”

“Aw, my sweet innocent puppy wants me to teach him everything about his knot,” you coo. “Come here, sweet puppy. I’ll tell you about the bees and flowers…”

“Wait. What is she doing here?” Sam watches you toss your bags into the trunk of the Impala. “Dean, I said you shall knot her not bring her home.”

“I kinda claimed her, okay. Now shut up Sammy and let me bring my omega home…” Dean opens the door to the passenger seat for you, humming to himself as you pat his cheek.

“Thank you,” pecking his lips you smirk against him. “Sweet puppy…”

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flamencodiva · 3 years

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My Cam Girl

Description: Dean misses Y/N. But a quick skype call makes him want more.

Pairing: Dean WInchster x Female!Reader

Word Count: 783

Warnings: Language, Smut, Skype sexting, Camgirl (video masturbation).

Beta: @wonder-cole

A/N: This was written for @deanwanddamons 1K challenge. My Prompt was "Every time I think of you I touch myself." I am so sorry this is super at! it took me a bit to get it going and done.

A/N2: This is also a sequel to Make Her Mine

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Another hunt, another city, and here he was missing Y/N. The last time they were together was three weeks ago and damn it, if his cock wasn’t aching to be in her warm cunt again. But here he was on a damn ghoul hunt with Sam. And she was off halfway across the country on some wolf hunt with her best friend. Fuck if he didn’t want to turn the car around and head her way.

“You okay there, Dean?” Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Fine,” Dean coughed as he adjusted himself in his seat.

“You’re thinking about Y/N,” Sam pointed out. “You miss her.”

“I-- I do not!” Dean scoffed. “I mean, yeah, I miss her, but you know we’re professionals. She has a hunt, and I have a hunt and--”

“And you’ve been adjusting your pants for the past--” Sam paused to check his watch, “thirty minutes.”

“Have not!” Dean argued. “Shut up, Sam,” Dean pulled up to the nearest motel room.

Setting up in the motel room was not too bad, but Dean had to relieve the pressure he felt. It has been days since he fucked her and his cock missed her sweet cunt. He needed to find a way to get rid of Sam. But what could he--

“I’m going to head to the library and look up stuff. It might take a while,” Sam said as he looked at Dean.

This was his lucky day!

Dean nodded as he kept his face solemn, “yeah, that’s good. I’ll just stay here and see what I can find from the locals.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam rolled his eyes, knowing that Dean wasn’t going to go talk to the locals.

Once Sam left the motel room, Dean grabbed his phone and Sam’s laptop. Although thinking about it, it was a sure thing that Sam knew, and he made his way to his bed, stripping down to his boxers after placing the laptop on it. He knelt to check the angle of the camera before grabbing his phone and calling her.

“Hello?” she answered—her voice sending a shiver down her spine.

“Would have thought you would have checked the caller ID before answering, Sweetheart,” Dean joked, licking his lips. “Where are you right now?”

“I just finished ganking a very nice and vengeful spirit. I was about to head into the shower when you called,” he could hear the playful tone in her voice, “I’m a bit dirty.”

“Always knew you were a dirty girl, Y/N/N,” he chuckled, palming his hardening cock through his boxers. “I have my laptop. Figured we could try something different.”

Y/N let out a chuckle. Dean moaned when he heard it. Her laughs always seemed to hit him right in his heart, making it flutter with a need for her.

“So, what is it you want to talk about?” Y/N asked.

“Was thinking about you,” Dean said with a smile. “Wonder if you wanted to switch over to a video call?”

“Video call? You going to give me a show?” Y/N asked with a chuckle.

“I’ll give you a show if you give me one too,” Dean said.

Y/N let out a soft sigh before Dean heard her grabbing something in the background, “We using Skype?”

“Yeah, I can invite you to join me,” Dean said as his fingers moved across the keyboard at lightning speed.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to log in, but Dean couldn’t help and stare at how she presented herself on camera when she did. It started with sweet words and teasing moments, Dean asking if Y/N wished he was there, asking her questions about what they would do. Dean watched as she spreader legs, giving him a view of the part he loved to devour. Even though she still had on her panties, he could see them become wet with arousal. He commanded and guided her as they continued their display.

Dean marveled at the way her fingers dove deep into her cunt, pumped himself harder when she grabbed at her breasts, hips lifting off the mattress.

“Every time,” Dean said with a smile at her question, “Every time I think of you, I touch myself.”

“Where you heading to next?” she asked with a smile on her face, body glistening with sweat.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean said as he let out a groan, his cock twitching in his hand. “When we meet up again, I don’t think I’ll let you out of my sight ever again.” He moaned loudly, imagining her tongue licking him sensually, “then again, I like you being my own personal cam girl from time to time.”

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ejlovespie · 3 years

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Crazed (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1 of this series.

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: A hunt gone wrong leaves you with a hex that drives you and Dean crazy with lust.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2016

Warnings: 18+ Please do not read this if you are underage. Language, smut, female & male masturbation with more to come...

You were starting to seriously regret going on this hunt. Sitting in the back seat of the impala, you and the Winchester boys were driving back to the bunker after what you had thought was a successful hunt. After three days you had found and ganked the witch who was causing men in the area to literally go crazy with lust. The witch had a vendetta on men and her favorite flavor was married cheaters. If you were being honest with yourself you understood her anger. A woman scorned and all. However, these guys didn’t deserve to die in the way they did...And now you were thinking you were screwed too.

During the big showdown, the witch had gotten the drop on them. She knew they were coming for her so she was ready when they got there. She had immediately incapacitated Sam, who was lying on the floor in the corner. Then she had gone for Dean; putting him in a choke hold. You stepped in, stabbing the bitch in the back to get her off but unfortunately for you, she mumbled an incantation at you before the lights went out. At first, nothing happened so you had hoped you had gotten lucky. The witch messed up or she didn’t have enough juice left to give her words power. It took about an hour for you to feel anything.

The three of you were headed back, dirty and disheveled from the fight, when a tingling heat started up in your belly. It was low and simmering, leaving you a little breathless but it wasn’t painful, just unexpected and odd. It was actually kind of pleasant but after a few minutes it started to ramp up. Little by little, the tingling was changing and turning into an ache. That combined with being in a small confined space with the two big hunters was starting to frazzle you. The smell in the car was suddenly too much. A mix of gunpowder, gasoline, leather, and the boy’s musky scents didn’t sound like a pleasant combination but you had always liked it. Except it was way too potent now. Filling your nose and making you a little light headed. On top of that, you were way too hot, despite the cold temperature outside. Rolling down the window, you practically stuck your face out like a dog to get some fresh air. You started fidgeting in your seat as the ache kept growing and you became aware of the new wetness in-between your thighs. Why wasn’t the cold air helping?

Dean had noticed all your fidgeting and weird panting. Starting to worry that you were hurt or feeling ill, he turned his head to look at you and said,

“You okay back there sweetheart?”

Dean’s deep, gravelly voice was too much and it caused a reaction in you that you hadn’t expected. His voice made the tingly, aching heat in your belly change into tiny bolts of lust. Gasping, you struggled to breathe without panting and responded as calmly as possible,

“I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.”

Sam had been reading something on his phone, oblivious to the situation but now he looked over at his brother, a frown on his face. They were in the middle of a Kansas winter and it was cold in the car, despite the heat being turned on. The boys exchanged confused looks before Sam finally turned around to look at you.

Sam looked at you and instantly knew something was wrong. He noted your flushed cheeks and the light beads of sweat above your lip and brow. He noticed your fidgeting and your quiet but heavy breaths. When you looked up at him Sam’s eyes went wide with surprise. He saw that your Y/E/C eyes had gone completely dark. Your pupils were blown and a heavy expression filled them. Although he hadn’t seen you like this before, he knew it was desire.

You quickly turned your face away from Sam and looked back out at the window. Where were we? How long of a drive would it be until you got back to the bunker? It felt like hours had past but you were struggling to concentrate on anything besides what was happening to your body.

Sam was definitely worried now and turned back to Dean.

“Dean, stop the car.”

You barely heard Sam’s voice and you didn’t register the car pulling off to the side of the road until Dean had parked. Dean gave Sam an annoyed look and then glanced back at you. His green eyes suddenly went wide and his mouth dropped open. Normally, it would have been funny but now you had the focused attention of both Winchester boys and it was devastating to your body. It was too much and your panties were now soaked. You knew if you stood up, there would be a noticeable wet spot on your jeans. Dean’s mouth snapped shut and then he said in a low, husky voice,

“Y/N what’s going on?”

You could smell your arousal now and that thought didn’t even have the time to to embarrass you before it happened. The tiny bolts of lust suddenly ramped up again and a full on orgasm struck you. You came fast and hard, pure lust jolting your body and without permission, a cry left your lips.

Now, both of the Winchester’s eyes went cartoon-ishly wide and their mouths dropped open. Y/N’s eyes slammed shut as her hands gripped the backseat of the impala and a cry of pleasure ripped from her lips. Dean choked on what he was about to say when the most sexual sound he had ever heard came out of Y/N’s mouth. Did she just have an orgasm because that’s what it looked and sounded like. Was that even possible? Not even a second after he thought it, her smell filled his nose. Her musky and sweet sex smell was surrounding him and he was so shocked his brain had short circuited. Without thought, Dean’s hand automatically went to his hardening cock. Suddenly, Sam jumped out of the car simultaneously feeling freaked out and turned on. Why was this happening?

After the orgasm, you had a moment of clarity. Loosening your death grip on the seat cushion you opened your eyes to see Dean’s dark green stare. His thick lips were parted now and his voice was low and seductive when he said,

“Did you just have an orgasm in my backseat?”

The lust in your belly had cooled but now you felt the entire process happening all over again. You realized your nipples were rock hard and rubbing painfully against the fabric of your cheap cotton bra. Suddenly, Sam opened the door and leaned in to look at you more closely.

“The witch. Did she say anything to you before you killed her?”

Oh Shit. With how distracted you had become you had completely forgotten about the witch and what she had said to you.

“Yes. She mumbled something before she died but I didn’t catch all of what she said.”

The heat in your belly was ramping up again, faster this time and you closed your eyes. Taking deep and slow breaths. You focused and repeated the words you could remember the witch saying to you. Sam asked you if she had touched you or if she had slipped a hex bag into your pocket and you shook your head. Sam spoke again.

“Y/N, she must have hexed you. The guys she killed were dying because they were driven crazy by lust and I think the same thing is happening to you.”

You weren't hearing his words anymore and Sam was too close. The mix of his natural musky smell and the hint of his cologne was filling your nose and driving you crazy. You tried fighting the feeling inside you but you had been unconsciously leaning towards Sam. Without thought, you reached for his hand, grabbing it and bringing it to your breast. Sam jerked and pulled away from you causing his fingers to graze over your hardened nipple. You moaned loudly and whined when he backed away. Sam took several steps back, his face on fire and his jeans too tight for comfort. His best friend was in trouble and he couldn’t focus long enough to help her.

Dean on the other hand watched the whole encounter and was pissed. He had always imagined what it would be like. Usually at night, alone in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. He would picture Y/N and imagine the way she would look when her beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with desire and he would wrap his hands in her Y/H/C hair and fuck her until she came for him. He had dreamed about the sounds she would make and the way she would taste and how she would open up for him. Now, he was finally seeing his fantasy come to life and it was all wrong.

Dean jumped out of the car too and stomped over to Sam.

“This is bad Sammy. The bitch is dead so why is the hex working on her?”

You were vaguely aware that the boys were outside and it sounded like they were arguing. Shit. Shit. Shit. The witch really fucked you over. At this point you were starting to loose control again and the ache was consuming you. Your brain wasn’t working right. You touched yourself against your jeans and it felt so good that you started to rub yourself through the fabric. The pleasure was so intense, that you didn’t notice Dean walk back over to you until your eyes flew open and you saw him staring at you. His expression was dark and so sexy. He was leaning towards you in the back of the impala. His large presence and delicious smell combined with the movement of your hand had another orgasm tearing through you. Another loud cry escaped your lips and this time the waves of pleasure kept ripping through you, intensified by Dean’s hungry look. You were moaning and panting now, unable to stop the feeling inside of you. Biting your lip you stared and Dean and he stared back at you with a look you had never seen before.

“Dean. I..It won’t stop...I can’t control myself. Wh..Whatever that bitch did to me, It..it’s going to keep getting worse.”

You panted the words out in between heavy breaths. Dean wanted to lay his hand on your cheek and tell you it would be okay but he was afraid to touch you. Scratch that. He wanted to do a lot more than that but he took a deep breath and reigned in his desire.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. We are going to get you home and figure this out.”

With superhuman strength, Dean backed up, called Sam over and got back in the driver’s seat. For the next few hours, they drove home and it was unbearably tense. The car smelled like sex, even with all of the windows rolled down. Y/N had been making an effort to keep her panting and sexy moaning as quiet as possible but every small sound was deafening to Dean’s ears. He turned some music on to help distract them all but regardless, they sat with their teeth gritted. Every time she came she would cry out and it took everything he had in him to keep driving and ignore her. At one point it became too much and they had to pull over to put hand cuffs on Y/N to keep her from rubbing herself.

When they finally got back to the bunker, Y/N had finally tired herself out a bit and was mewling in her sleep. Dean gently carried her to her room, settling her into bed before quickly leaving. Finally, he couldn’t help himself anymore. He stripped out of his clothes, locked himself in the bathroom, and imagined her and the noises he had been listening to all night. Turning on the shower he didn’t wait for the water to heat before he jumped in and fisted his throbbing cock. Under the icy cold water, Dean stroked himself until he came hard and fast, groaning in frustration that he wasn’t coming with her.

To be Continued...

A/N: This is my first fan fiction so I am nervous but really excited to share it with you. I would love to hear any feedback you have to give. Any mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! :)

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hey-its-jaja · 2 years

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I'M GONNA DO ALL OF LOL BECAUSE I LOVE THE LORE AND ALSO. I have opinions <3

TALIYAH IS MY BLORBO. SHE IS SO COOL AND UNIQUE AND I ADORE HER PLAY STYLE also she looked absolutely stunning in the recent cinematic <3 <3

GALIO IS SO SO GOOD. I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH THE GUY. I DON'T CARE IF HE'S A STATUE SHUT UP

Rell is so underappreciated LITERALLY got a skin with the release and then was never mentioned again. Bought her despite not playing support. No regrets she was done dirty

LITERALLY ANY VASTAYA. RAKAN. AHRI. XAYAH. THEY'RE ALL AMAZING. NEEKO TO. god I. I love Ionia <3.

Mahalzar is my poor little meow meow. Yeah he is the leader of a cult who kills people. But have you considered that he is. So very cool. And that he's very fun to play.

I am grabbing Gank Plank here. He deserves it. All he did was have an extremely hot wife. Viva Sarah <3

Viktor is being sent to superhell for crimes. You choose which kind

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AIGHT so. sephiroth? maybe even yazoo? possibly godrick? yknow??? eyeaaaaah

LET'S GO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO--

(GODA M M IT TUMBLR why won't you let me moved the images??? aughhh. Guess 'Rick gets a spot to himself 🙄 Typical.)

Sephiroth: IT'S HIM IT'S HIMMMMM THE LONGTIME BLORBO THE ONE AND ONLY!!! Fucking iconique motherfucker. I am PISSED that I have not gotten a bingo, but I suppose that's because he's not What The Actual Fuck™ enough, attraction-wise.

Literally have this post(ALSO by your prompting, thank you for that) that goes into just... So much of how I feel about him. What haven't I said? He's gender he's neurodiverse he's sad he's terrifying he's mother and he is son. He's got it All. Literally the Man(?) of ALL Time.

Was debating on filling in the "they got done DIRTY by fans," but honestly I've seen so much more sane shit. I think Sephiroth tends to provoke thoughtful discussion merely by his complicated and yet iconic nature(it also helps that he's hot buthgkjfgjhk y'know).

Love this womanman to bits. Congrats on becoming your own mother, Ros!!! Good luck with your kids (:

Yazoo: OKAY SO... Yazoo. Poor fucking Yazoo. Fucked over by his own hair. No GOTDAMN screentime for a trio that already suffers from shoddy execution, barring Kadaj's character development. He gets overshadowed so much, it's insane.

This goes for the Remnants in general, but I think fandom tends to reduce all their characteristics to jokes. And on one hand! They are hilarious as shit, just fucking, behaviourally. Absolutely unwell teenagers. There's also the fact that Advent Children's tone is just... a fucking Mess, like everything else in that movie.

But I think it does alot of disservice to Yazoo's character to reduce him to "he's high"-- It's a funny joke, yes, however I think that misses alot of Yazoo's cold vigilance. If Loz is the attackdog, then Yazoo is the watchcat. Where Loz is blunt, Yazoo is sharp. Whatever Kadaj misses, Yazoo picks up; he's implied to be his right(or left)-hand man for a reason.

Moreso than Kadaj, even, Yazoo's purpose is hinged on the will of another: he's a shadow of a shadow of a shadow of a shadow. And while I'm sure he has some personal investment in finding Jenova, I think ultimately he's tied to Kadaj; wherever he goes, Yazoo follows.

I think his dynamic with Loz is so interesting. It's painted antagonistically the moment they're introduced. And while AC doesn't give us more to work with, it's incredibly intriguing. The fact they're meant to complement each other, and yet are simultaneously repelled.

This post goes into alot of detail on that. That story idea is STILL on my fuckigngng list, and I hope I can get to it one day. It'll be the final part of my "Daisies in the Wind" series on AO3.

Don't have "wow they're a horrible person" or "they did nothing wrong" crossed off because... It's complicated? I don't think they really had much choice in the matter, nature and nurture both working against them, but also it's undeniable that they wrought serious harm. A case where deep healing is needed for both sides.

Godrick: WELL, WELL, WELL, if it isn't my current muse! Now with added, "WHAT THE FUCK," as per our conversation last night~ AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! A BINGO! NEARLY THREE!!!

Okay, RIGHT, time to play a little Devil's Advocate:

I think Godrick's place as Designated Richboy Weenie is well and truly deserved; he's a pathetic phuckign guy, and we love that for him.

HOWEVER!

However,

I, personally, would like to add a little pathos to this. I'm sure we all understand that being the stand-in for your ancestor, the Sickest Demigod of All Time, after he gets ganked is alot of pressure; but consider this:

What if Godrick was chronically ill?

What if he had a legitimate reason to be deeply dissatisfied with his body, beyond just plain vanity? Oh, believe me, I'm sure vanity factors into it a great deal; but I don't think the line is quite so sharp. If your body kept falling out from under you, and you could not make peace with it, wouldn't you wish to replace it, too?

Imagine dealing with that while fleeing from your ancestral homeland, too. Suddenly, more than ever, you're the beacon of hope for a shitton of people who have been displaced along side you. Who look to you for guidance, and a way forth.

While it's evident that Godrick began grafting before the fall of Leyndell, it must not have gone far enough if he was able to hide among the womenfolk in his fleeing. The implication here being that shit got worse in exile.

We are not going to talk about Godefroy; I am baffled as to how Fromsoft let this senseless copy-paste slip through the cracks. It makes no goddamn sense. I hate it here!

Actually, fuck it. We are. I propose Godefroy being an ancestor who dipped a toe into grafting, but was summarily deposed and nearly all records of him excised. This was ill boding, and they wanted to ensure no one ever got the fucking idea to try anything like this again.

But, Uh oh! Godrick is a resourceful fucker, clever with no wisdom, and ends up able to find something. He manages to reverse engineer it, thereby unlocking the Holy Fucking Grail in regards conquering his weakness; conquering his flesh.

And all it'll take is desecrating the sanctity of life itself.

Oh, I'm sure he'd sworn to keep this a secret, at first; promised to do the bare minimum and nothing more. But, ahhh,

How can you when the thrall of power is so sweet?

Even more when everything's fallen apart.

WHAT I'M SAYING IS... I think Godrick had if not reasonable, then understandable, even pitiable motivations at one point. Even then, it spoke to a willingness to toe the line. This shit only got worse, and worse as the years wore on, far, far away from home. Because that's all he has: a longing for home. He tells as much in his final breath; a yearning rhapsodical.

Not knowing that even if he were to return, there'd be nothing left.

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THANK YOU for asking, Maso!!! Love you lots <333 Here's hoping my rambling on this guy entertains you, lmaoooo.

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