#Dick Wesson

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[oldshowbiz]

Hollywood House (1949) with Dick Wesson and Jim Backus

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Season 3 Episode 30

The People's Choice - Rollo Makes Good - NBC - May 1, 1958

Sitcom

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by Joel Kane and Irving Brecher

Produced by E. J. Rosenberg

Directed by Jackie Cooper

Stars:

Jackie Cooper as Socrates "Sock" Miller

Patricia Breslin as Amanda "Mandy" Peoples Miller

Paul Maxey as Mayor Peoples

Dick Wesson as Rollo "the Hex" Hexley

Angie Dickinson as Geraldine Gibson

Bernadette as Cleo

Mary Jane Croft as the Voice of Cleo

[travsd]

What About the Wesson Brothers?

Today would be the 100th birthday of comedian actor Gene Wesson (1921-1975), older brother of Dick Wesson (1922-1996) and together they were the Wesson Brothers. I became aware of them when I came across a clip with Gene Wesson in a comedy routine on a tv variety shows with Keefe Brasselle and naturally I became inqusitive. They are often described as a “vaudeville comedy team”, but they came…

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

I am so here for Sam having fucking friends that aren’t his brot-- aaaaand he’s dead.

[erwinsvow]

rafe leaves his car running, music still playing, when he comes to pick you up. he knocks on the door to your house twice, not even bothering to send you a message to come and get him since he knows you’re not on it—you’re probably applying the finishing touches to your makeup or spraying something over your styled hair. your mom gets the door, which is good—your dad isn’t always rafe’s biggest fan. he stays down there, engaging in polite small talk for a few minutes before going up the stairs to your bedroom. 

with his hand hovering above the doorknob, wondering how much time you still need and if the two of you are gonna miss your dinner reservations, he catches the sound of music blaring from your room. it’s not the usual stuff—the lana songs you play on repeat, claiming they’re rafe-coded or the oldies you listen to softly when you’re trying to relax. no, he can hear his music coming from your room, and more than that, he can hear you singing along. 

he stays like that, listening for a few more minutes, smiling to himself before turning the knob and stepping in. true to form, you’re applying another layer of shiny lip gloss, the sticky one that always makes a mess on his face and his dick.

“ak-forty to your livahhh- oh hi rafe!” you turn to great him, looking extra pleased as he comes over to your vanity and presses a kiss to your head while looking in the mirror with you.

“the hell are you listening to?” he laughs, but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. “y’know i have the truck running, right?”

“smith and wesson…gang reppin-” you sing along again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. you finish applying your lip gloss and then set it down on the counter, adjusting your hair and humming along.

“am i a bad influence? is that what this is?” 

you turn to look up at him from your seat, pressing your hand against the collar of his polo and dragging him down into a kiss. he deepens it, wet and messy, swallowing your moan into his mouth and hand gripping the back of your neck, before he pulls you away. 

“you’re the worst influence. now my makeup is all messed up.” you turn back to the mirror, wiping the corners of your mouth and picking up your lip-liner.

“how long have you been recitin’ drake and 21?”

“you play it all the time!” you protest, half-heartedly. “it’s catchy. and it reminds me of you.” he smirks, taking a seat on your bed. 

“hurry it up or we’ll miss the reservation.” 

you roll your eyes.

“yes, dad.” you think he doesn’t notice, but he gets up from his seat and buries his head in your neck, gripping a tender piece of skin between his teeth and sucking hard. you feel it instantly, and uncomfortable wetness spreading in your panties and the familiar want tightening in your stomach. when rafe pulls away, there’s a bright, dark red mark on your neck

“rafe!” you whine, wiping the skin of his spit and observing in the mirror. your hand goes to grab the bottle of concealer already out, but he stops your wrist mid-movement. 

“nuh-uh, that’s what you get for talkin’ back.” he kisses your cheek. “now come on, i don’t wanna be late.” you comply immediately.

[goosterbold]

Now that Noir Frankie's been revealed, here's the dev process on the Sam and Max streamin' S3 talksprites! I felt like we needed a refresher from our prev S&M talksprites, they were some of the first ones I'd done and had some issues I wasn't very happy with just about four years later (for instance, Bug Max was slightly transparent) so I asked Frankie if, while I was refreshing the bug design, he wanted a new Sam design, and pitched him the more Sam-like Frankie!

Frankie (@friendlyfrankenstein ) then came up with the color design (see pic 4) along with a large variety of tie designs before we settled on the 'big bloom' type tie you see here. I'm very happy with the palette he chose- aren't the colors just so vivid and fun?

I also pitched him on a Noir Sam variation, which Frankie dug! You can see me taking runs at variations on hair bc Frankie was kind enough to send me refs of his pomp unspooled in various ways so we could decide on which would work best for the Noir variation. You might notice the grip on Frankie's magnum here is a bit stubbier, this is bc the end is clipped off by where he is on screen, so I sort of just vauged in past the Sam and Max/Smith and Wesson joke symbol.

Finally, the touched up bug! It's a more subtle design change, so I tossed in an earlier bug for comparison- I tried to make this look closer to Purcell's modern digital art. I really wanted these updated TS to have much more emphasized linework bc so much of the appeal of Purcell's art to me is the lines. You can see me playing with headshapes in the sketch, but unfortunately every variation in action more or less looked like a bobbing dick. This is the danger of a tube based character, unfortunately.

Likewise, for various reasons (mostly it being hot as hell over here and me being fucking wiped bc of it), these sketch alts for the bug never came into fruition, so it goes!

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 22: Omegaverse

No Knot November | @em-bitterred Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,083 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Mating Cycles/In HeatPast, Rape/Non-con, Non-Con/Rape Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Non-con elements with sabotaged birth control/condom usage, reddit advice, Getting Together Summary: I (25/m/o) made a big deal out of observing No Knot November and now I’m afraid of telling my friends I failed Or Dean Winchester turns to the /r/NoKnotNovember community for advice after failing his No Knot November pledge

Scenting Lesson | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,417 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Scenting, First Kiss, Fluff, Happy Ending Summary: Having grown up in a cult, Castiel has never learned how to scent properly. When a hot alpha moves in across the hall, he seems dead set on changing that.

Crossing Paths | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,544 Main Tags/Warnings: Angel of Death Castiel, Hunter Dean, Human Dean, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Scenting, Talk about death, talk about suicide Summary: Only Dean Winchester could fall in love with Death. - In which Castiel is an angel of death, and one particularly stubborn hunter keeps cheating him.

I'll Show You Heaven If You Let Me | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,325 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Castiel, Mob Grunt Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Protective Castiel, Hurt Dean Winchester, Sam Is Kind Of A Dick, He Gets Better, Eventual Happy Ending, Revenge, Or Justice, BAMF Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Saw Wesson, Alpha Sam Wesson Summary: Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him. The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

Inevitably Yours | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,303 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!John, Alpha!Sam, alpha!Castiel, forced mating, Arranged Marriage, nonconsensual drug use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Challenges, alpha/alpha is frowned upon, good dad john, Pining, Fluff, bottom!Dean/Top!Cas (but they do switch in general) Summary: Dean Winchester is set to challenge Castiel Novak for an omega’s hand. Being given additional (and illegal) alpha hormones before the fight has some unwanted side effects on Dean that he wishes to keep secret. Locked in a room for the night while the Pack Alphas decide what to do, Dean and Castiel disappear into the night as their only option. Dean needs to figure out his feelings for his companion, lust from the drugs or real…

Living in a Haze | @girlsvmonsters Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,000 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, polyamory, non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha/omega, top castiel/bottom dean winchester, omega dean winchester, alpha castiel, past sam/dean, mildly dubious consent, threats of rape/non-con, alternate universe, post-apocalypse Summary: The world has ended, literally. Zombies trample the place and devils devour souls for cheap thrills. But that doesn't bother Dean, who's gone a little crazy hanging out with the ghost of his dead brother. Dean isn't your typical omega. He's a hunter of pie who loves classic rock and decapitating the undead. Dean somehow attracts the unwanted attention of Lucifer Morningstar. Apparently he's got a thing for omegas with smart mouths. You could say he's especially smitten by Dean's ability to slip through his fingers. Devils do enjoy a good chase. As Dean thwarts the Prince of Utter Darkness he winds up falling into the arms of a horny alpha angel. Dean soon learns his guardian angel comes with a lot of ungodly baggage, one bag in the form of an incredibly annoying she devil who has a sinfully talented tongue. And then somehow Dean is part of a trio. A hunter, angel, and demon. It's an endless rollercoaster filled with horror, sex, and pie. So buckle up folks, cause there is never a dull day in hell.

The Ruse | @Destielshipper4Cas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,292 Main Tags/Warnings: Prince Dean, Commoner Cas, Strangers to Lovers, False Identity, Mistaken Identity, First Time, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Virgin Castiel, Happy Ending Summary: Castiel, a lowly commoner, is supposed to travel to the Winchester kingdom as a decoy, posing as Prince James who is to mate Prince Samuel of Winchester. On the way, he gets kidnapped by a group of bandits, led by a rugged alpha outlaw with an alluring scent. He has no idea that ‘Dean’ is actually the elder Winchester prince, heir to the throne, who has his own agenda.

The Stars Will Remember | @casblackfeathers Rating: Explicit Word Count: 60,997 Main Tags/Warnings: omega!castiel, alpha!dean, amnesia, established relationship, mutual pining, break up and make up, angst with a happy ending, hurt!castiel, hurt and comfort, sweet!dean, bottom!castiel Summary: Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

Perdition | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 233,955 Main Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sickness & Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive Behavior, BDSM, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural)Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Sadist Castiel/Masochist Dean Winchester, Heavy Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Extremely Dubious Consent, Sexual Coercion, Abuse Outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Biological Dom/sub, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Psychologist Dean Winchester, Mentions of Rape and Non-Con outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Medicinal Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts, BAMF Dean Winchester, A pregnant woman dies, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Warnings Apply Summary: It has been two years since Looking Glass. Two years since they met. Two years since they fell in love. Two years since Alastair came after him. Two years since Lucifer tried to kill them. Two years since Dean sat vigil by Castiel's bedside praying to a deity he doesn't believe in. Two years of healing, discovery and postcard-perfect moments. Two years... yet still the ghosts of their fathers haunt them.

[mysterycitrus]

Do you mind elaborating what you mean by the cool girlfriend archetype in your Barbara Gordon post? What do you feel about James Gordon (Barbara’s brother)? Do you think he was a good addition or not a good addition to that family? When you think about the Gordons they really would be a very dysfunctional family but admittedly I kind of wish he wasn’t portrayed as some serial killer. I know Jim had sons before the creation of Barbara and then later Barbara had an older brother and then it kept changing, but I would have liked to have seen the Gordon have a much bigger family especially since the Gordons play a part within Gotham. Barbara just having a lot of brothers and comics centered around their dynamic.

i actually disagree — babs is surrounded by enough men in her life, and i don’t think having a lot of brothers would be helpful in her development as a character. her smaller immediate family is a good point of comparison to bruce’s family. additionally, having a lot of brothers immediately encourages a specific character beat, being the tomboy who’s a competent physical fighter “because i have x number of older brothers,’ etc, which is not babs at all. she’s entrenched enough with the bats, and i greatly prefer that most of her significant relationships are with women. id also say that she has very powerful only child energy, imo.

that also ties into what i was talking about with the cool girl thing — babs as she’s often portrayed in current comics (especially nightwing) reminds me a lot of amy’s monologue from gone girl. babs pre-2011 was a very difficult person for a lot of reasons. she was very loving, very opinionated, and very controlling. i actually really enjoy their relationship from this period, but only because there was equilibrium and they were both allowed to be themselves. in the new comics, tom taylor doesn’t give babs her personality, and as a result she’s a sassy, flat, hot woman for dick to date. she’s just very tepid, and the fact that she’s still batgirl just makes it worse.

for ur other question, when ur looking at the gordons as a unit, it’s important to remember why they arent a big family. jim gordon cheated on his first wife with sarah wesson in batman year one, just before his son is born. in post-crisis continuity, babs also isn’t jim gordon’s bio daughter, she’s actually his niece (although their relationship is clearly that of a parent + child). honestly, i like their dynamic as a father and daughter duo, and i don’t think adding more kids would improve it. i do also really enjoy black mirror, but jim jr being a serial killer can be lazy writing, although i also like his dynamic with both dick and babs and his dad. he could be an interesting angle for jim gordon to examine his own violence, and how jim justifies the actions he’s taken in his life, but i don’t have much hope of that happening.

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter one | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter one is ready! i hope everyone likes this one, it’s a bit more filler to give an explanation however but it’s not too boring xx

word count: 4630 words

warnings: no warnings apply

Later that day, Y/N was immersed in her work that Dean sent her, that she didn’t realize it was already lunch. A knock at the door to her officer startled her, jumping back slightly in her seat, “Come in” She called out after clearing her throat while taking off her glasses.

Sam Wesson pushed open the door to her office, looking as casual as ever in his yellow polo shirt and khaki pants, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and a smirk on his lips.

"Working hard for Smithy, bitch?" Her best friend teased. Sam and Y/N went to highschool together 8 years ago, he transferred in junior year and y/n being the sweet person she was, took the nerd under her wing after some of her football buddies tried bullying Sam.

I know, typical cliche high school kids.

The two became inseparable after some time to the point people thought they were a couple. But it was far from the truth, they never saw each other that way, nor will they ever.

In fact, Sam was actually the one who told her about the vacancy at Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc, and put in her application for her. Sure, he was a mere cubicle worker, but he was a friendly guy who put in a good word for her.

“Shut up, dick” Y/N snorted, her eyes flickering over to the clock. Sam chuckled as he leaned against the doorway, still wearing his signature smirk, his arms still crossed over his broad chest. "Damn, you really got it bad. I almost forgot who I was talking to for a second" He teased, the hint of an amused tone seeping into his words.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment, knowing he was referring to her massive crush on Dean. But still she felt a pang of embarrassment at being called out by him. “I hate you." She replied, looking back down at her computer with feigned nonchalance.

She quickly closed it, pushing herself up from her seat. "Anyway, I'm hungry so come and have lunch with your bestie," Sam said, smiling widely.

Y/N rolled her eyes again, knowing that Sam was probably dying to pry some information about her progress with Dean and her "crush" on him. But despite his nosy and annoying nature, she couldn't deny her best friend.

"Alright fine, let's go, weirdo," Y/N grumbled as she reached for her purse. “But you’re paying” She quipped. Sam grinned, a mock offended look on his face as he placed his hand on his chest. "What kind of best friend do you take me for? Of course I'm paying." He said, exaggerating his tone.

“One sec, let me check with Dean to see if he wants anything- and before you poke fun at me, it’s my job” She warned Sam, who already had his mouth open at the mention of Dean.

She turned on her heels, walking out of her office with Sam on her tail, strutting over to Dean’s office door. She stood outside his office door, gently rapping her knuckles against the door, Y/N then pushed the door open.

“Hey Dean, Me and Sam are going to go get lunch. Do you want anything?” Y/N peered her head through his door. Looking like the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, Dean was sitting behind his large mahogany desk, the very portrait of rugged good looks and professionalism.

He looked up from his work, his jade eyes landing on her, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw her. "Depends, are you buying?" He replied, a playful note in his voice.

She could feel her breath hitch in her throat, her eyes scanning his physique, but she quickly schooled the act. “Definitely” She smirked, she could see Sam from her peripheral view, making mock kissy faces and gagging noises. Luckily, Dean was out of earshot and eyeshot.

Dean chuckled at Y/N's response, shaking his head in amusement at her cheeky attitude. He leaned back in his chair, “I’m kidding doll, just get me my usual and a cup of coffee” Dean chuckled, twisting to his side in his chair to fish out his wallet from his front pocket.

He pulled out a 20 dollar bill, and held it out to her. “You still remember my usual, right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam let out a low whistle from behind Y/N, watching the exchange between the two with fascination.

Y/N flipped Sam off before behind the door which was still blocking half her body, “Quinoa salad, loaded with dressing, extra chicken and bacon with a side of kale chips” She repeated the order that was instilled in her head from day one with a playful eye roll. “And it’s on me, put that away” She insisted before closing the door.

Dean chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her repeat his usual order without even batting an eye. He didn't even get a chance to argue about her paying. Shaking his head in disbelief, he reluctantly tucked the 20 back into his wallet.

Sam and Y/N strolled into the nearby café, both of them taking a seat at a table near the corner of the room, waiting for their orders to be ready. Sam immediately leaned back in his chair, eyeing Y/N with a sly grin on his face.

"Alright, spill. What's happening between you and the boss man?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sam rolled his eyes at her reply, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, sure. I totally believe that. You've only been swooning over the guy for like, a month, now" He deadpanned, leaning forward on the table, his chin cupped in his palms.

“First of all, fuck you.” She glared at him. “Second of all, enough about me. How’s Jo?” Y/N grinned widely. Jo is Sam’s longtime girlfriend and now fiancé. She was originally one of Y/N’s friends on her old cheer squad. When Sam and Y/N became friends, the freshman Jo developed a crush on Sam who was a junior at the time.

So when she joined the cheer squad, she voiced her crush on Sam to Y/N, who was of course very happy to hook the two up. Sam was initially hesitant since Jo was a freshman but the two grew to love each other. One thing led to another, and now they’re engaged. Jo was currently attending Ohio State, majoring Retail and Fashion Merchandising and she was in her last year.

Sam rolled his eyes at her comment, a smirk on his lips. "You just love to bring her up whenever I bother you, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair. "And I'm not the focus of this conversation, I'm tryna get something out of you"

But his expression softened at the mention of his fiancé, a lovesick grin spread on to his face. "She's doing great, thanks. Even though we live together, I miss her like hell, she's busy with school and I'm stuck in that damn cubicle working my ass off."

“Awww, you guys are sickeningly cute” Y/N teased, playfully grimacing. Sam chuckled, shaking his head in mock annoyance. "Har har, very funny. Someone's just salty because they're pining after our boss." He retorted, sticking his tongue out at her. Before Y/N could respond, the cashier called out to her. “Order for L/N”

"Finally!" Sam exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in mock excitement. Y/N got up from her seat, walking over to the counter, the smell of food wafting through her nostrils. The café had a homey feel to it, giving off a cozy vibe and putting her at ease the second she entered the cafe.

When the order was handed to her, she thanked the waiter and made her way back to the table, placing the bag down on the tabletop. “Let’s eat in my office, yeah?” She suggested to Sam after placing his food down infront of him. "Yeah, sure." Sam agreed, picking up his sandwich.

The two of them walked out of the café, heading back to the office building. Y/N took the elevator up to their floor, with Sam behind her. They headed down the hallway towards Y/N’s office, making casual chit chat. “Go wait for me, I’m just gonna drop this off for Dean” She said casually.

Y/N knocked on Dean’s office door, pushing it open when she heard a soft “Come in” from the other side of the door. Pushing the office door open, she walked in, seeing him sitting behind his desk, leaning over some important looking paperwork, his usual stoic expression on his face.

“Order up” Y/N mused, stalking over to his desk to drop the bag with the salad, chips and his cup of coffee down. As she placed the bag down, he looked up from his work. A small smile tugged at his lips when he saw her. “Thanks doll” He said, closing his laptop, his work temporarily pushed to the side.

He reached into the bag, pulling out the salad and the cup of coffee. He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste of caffeine hitting his tongue, and he let out a content sigh. "Perfect" He said, his jade eyes flickering back up to her.

“I know I am” She quipped, flashing him a sly wink before turning on her heels. “Call me if you need anything” She said over her shoulder, and with that, she left, making her way to her office to meet up with Sam.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, watching her leave his office, her hips swaying as she walked out the door. He couldn’t help the way his eyes lingered on her as she walked out, but he quickly brought his attention back to his food.

He picked up his fork, twirling it in the salad, and took a bite, a satisfied hum escaping his lips. For a moment, he had forgotten all about work.

Y/N walked back into her office and closed the door behind her. Sam was already sitting on her sofa, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand, phone in the other. He looked up from his phone as she walked in, an amused smirk on his face.

“Shut it” Y/N snapped playfully, pointing a finger at him as she paced over to the couch, settling next to him. Sam immediately put on a mock offended face, clutching his hand to his chest. "I didn't even say anything!” He protested, feigning innocence.

“Blah blah blah” She mused, opening up her food box. “So, have you and Jo set a date yet?” Y/N asked curiously, referring to Sam and Jo’s wedding. Sam took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly while he thought about her question.

He swallowed before answering. “We’re aiming for sometime in the summer. Maybe late June or early July since she’ll be finished with college by then” He replied, an excited expression on his face at the thought of marrying his long-time girlfriend.

“I like that idea, I suppose her old man doesn’t mind paying for the whole shindig” Y/N quipped, rolling her eyes at the thought of Jo’s dad, Bill Harvelle. The man was filthy stinking rich but didn’t have time for his family, preferring to throw money at his problems as if it’ll dissolve anything.

Sam chuckled, knowing that Y/N and Jo's dad didn't see eye to eye. "Yeah, you know he doesn't mind throwing money at anything. Even if it means buying Jo's love." He said, giving a small eye-roll of his own. He knew that Y/N and Bill had clashed a few times in the past, mostly over how he treated his daughter, and it always led to heated discussions.

“Once you and Jo are happy, that’s all that matters” She assured him with a small smile, a twinkle of mischief playing in her eyes. “Just know, as the maid of honor, I am so getting her wasted” She snorted.

Sam let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh, I don't doubt that for one second" He chuckled, knowing that Y/N was going to go all out for the bachelorette party. "Just make sure she doesn't end up stripping on a table or something" He joked, a sparkle gleaming in his eyes.

“Have you met us? I’m gonna be stripping besides her” She quipped. A laugh erupted from Sam's lips, almost spitting out a mouthful of drink. He quickly composed himself, his face contorting in disgust. “Oh, god EW! Get that image out of my head” He groaned, blinking rapidly.

The thought of a naked Y/N made his stomach churn, and not in a good way, it’s like seeing his sister naked. Ew. Y/N cackled maniacally, watching Sam's reaction. "You're such a baby" She teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he pretended to gag.

Y/N’s expression softened at the mention of her brother. "He’s alright. He’s got exams coming up soon, so he's been cooped up in his room studying 24/7." She chuckled softly, her lips curving into a small smile. "He’s a little bundle of energy, though. Always got me on my toes. Got me driving him to football practice every weekend"

"He’s growing up way too fast." She continued, sighing wistfully. "Just the other day he was begging me to carry him around on my shoulders, and now he’s six foot and beating me in races." Sam chuckled, thinking about how much Billy had grown over the years.

He remembered the first time he met the boy, a shy little 7-year-old who hid behind his sister when strangers approached. But now he was a teenager, playing football and causing havoc.

“He's definitely gonna be a heartbreaker" Sam teased, a playful grin on his lips. “Oh, God. EW! Get that image out of my head!” Y/N groaned at the thought. "Aha! Now you know how I felt when you talked about stripping on a table" Sam shot back, a smug grin on his face. Y/N rubbed her temples, shooting her best friend a glare.

As the work day came to a close, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows through the windows of the office building. Y/N was still working diligently at her desk, tidying up some last-minute paperwork.

Sam had already left a while back, heading off to meet Jo for a date. Y/N let out a soft sigh, taking a moment to stretch her stiffened muscles as she sat back in her chair, her eyes wandering across the empty office.

She glanced down at the time, noticing it was well past her usual working hours. She found herself wondering if her boss had gone home. He was known for coming in early and leaving late, but she was hoping he’d finally called it quits for the day.

-

Meanwhile, in his office, Dean sat behind his messy desk, papers scattered everywhere amongst a few empty coffee cups. He had been working nonstop for hours, his eyes strained from staring at the computer screen for so long.

He let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, his body aching in protest. He knew he should probably call it a day and go home, but he still had so much work left to do. His gaze flickered over to his cell phone, the time flashing on the screen: 7:40pm.

He cursed under his breath, knowing that it was well past his working hours. Again.

So with that, he packed up his things. With his cell phone and his files in hand, Dean stood up from his desk with a groan, feeling the ache in his back and legs from sitting too long. He reached his arms out above his head and stretched, feeling the satisfying pop and crack of his joints.

He took one last glance around his messy office before switching off the lights and closing the door behind him.

The sound of heels clicking towards him made his head snap in the direction, his eyes now focused on Y/N, her head buried in her phone. Texting her brother to make sure he got home safe, Billy informed her that he was safe, having gotten a ride home from one of his friends. She told him to get a pizza for them for dinner since it’s late.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Dean's mouth as he watched her approach, her eyes transfixed on her phone screen, completely oblivious to his presence. He stayed silent, observing her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her figure and the way her hips swayed as she walked. Eventually, he cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“Shit!” She gasped startled, placing a hand to her chest. Her gaze snapping up to him. “Don’t do that, I almost took out my taser” She huffed. Dean chuckled, his amusement evident at her reaction. "My apologies for nearly getting tased" He said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't mean to scare you, doll"

He took a moment to study her, noting the way her chest was heaving slightly from the shock. His eyes lingered on her figure for a moment before meeting hers again.

“What are you still doing here?” Y/N asked concerned, the two now walking side by side to the elevator. "I could ask you the same thing" He replied casually, glancing over at her as they made their way towards the elevator. He noticed the subtle tiredness in her eyes, probably exhausted from the work she had been doing.

As they reached the elevator, he pressed the button to call it down and leaned back against the wall, watching her closely. "But to answer your question..." He began, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I couldn't find it in me to leave just yet. Too much work to do"

The elevator finally arrived, and the doors slid open with a ding. He gestured for her to enter before following after her. “What a gentleman” She teased, playfully bowing before entering the elevator.

"I try my best" He said, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he followed after her, entering the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor. He stood next to her, his gaze fixed on her as the elevator began descending.

He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, watching her closely, taking advantage of the chance to admire her without her noticing. “How was your day?” Y/N broke through the silence, making small talk.

"Long, but productive." Dean replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I closed a few deals and managed to get a few things off my to-do list, so can't really complain. You?"

He looked over at her, noticing how the soft glow of the elevator lights illuminated her face and made her look even more beautiful than usual. Y/N took her time admiring the handsome devil, her eyes tracing his jawline, taking in how even after a long day, his suit remained crisp as if it were just ironed.

“About the same for me, I sent those emails for you and booked your flight and hotel for your trip this weekend” She shrugged. "Oh, right. Thanks for that." Dean's mind flickered back to the upcoming business trip he had to make this weekend. He had a few meetings scheduled with potential clients that he was hoping to win over.

He let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not looking forward to it though. I hate traveling for work" He admitted, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “Really? I always thought it would be like a mini vacation” Y/N tilted her head.

"Sometimes, but not always." He explained, shrugging his shoulders. "You spend most of the time either in meetings or cooped up in a hotel room. It can get pretty boring and lonely sometimes. Plus dealing with time zones and jet lag is a pain in the ass."

“When you put it like that, I can’t blame you” She frowned, understanding how difficult it must be. “But I’m sure when you get back home to your partner, you’re happier than ever” She added with a fake smile.

Dean's expression flattened at her mention of his "partner." It was a sensitive subject, one that he preferred to keep private. But he knew that he couldn't hide it forever, especially not from his very observant secretary.

He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "I'm actually, uh, not seeing anyone right now" He said, his voice gruff as he looked away from her.

Y/N's expression softened, her heart sinking slightly at his admission. She had always assumed that a man like him would be happily married by now, what with how successful and attractive he was. But hearing him say that he was single, it made her feel a pang of something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I just assumed—"

"It's alright" Dean quickly cut her off, waving off her apology. He knew she didn't mean any harm by her assumption, but it still stung a bit to think about the lack of a significant other in his life.

He ran a hand through his hair again, feeling a little uneasy. "I've just been so focused on my career lately, it's been hard for me to make time for dating" He explained, his voice low.

“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice, we’re on the same boat there man” She chuckled, trying to ease the situation as the elevator dinged, indicating they were now at the basement level. The elevator door slid open, revealing the parking lot below ground level.

"Oh yeah?" Dean looked over at her, a hint of surprise on his face. He hadn't expected her to be single as well. He didn't know much about her personal life.

As they stepped out of the elevator and into the basement parking lot, his eyes scanned across the mostly empty lot, looking for his car. "You're not seeing anyone either?" he asked casually, feigning nonchalance.

“When you’re raising a young boy and working full time. You don’t have much time to mingle” Y/N snorted, pacing to her car, which was coincidentally parked next to Dean’s. "I can imagine" He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he followed her to their parked cars.

He couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked, and he had to force himself to look away, reminding himself that she was his employee, and he was her boss. "Being a single parent must be tough," he commented, watching as she unlocked her car.

“Woah, how old do you think I am?!” Y/N tossed her head back laughing. Dean blushed, immediately realizing his mistake. "Oh crap, I didn't mean—"

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb. "I just assumed... sorry, I didn't mean to make any assumptions.."

He felt his heart skip a beat as she laughed, the sound filling the empty parking lot. He was still watching her, his gaze following her every move. "So, if you're not a single parent... then who are you raising?" He asked curiously.

“My brother” Y/N was in a fit of laughter, “He’s 16” She added between laughs. “Oh my god” She giggled, wiping away a strand of tears.

Dean rubbed his forehead, groaning internally at his massive blunder. He felt stupid for assuming that she was a single mother, but at the same time, he was a bit relieved that she wasn't. You couldn’t blame him for assuming by the way she phrased it.

He exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding in, running a hand through his hair again. "God, I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I said that" He said, cursing himself for being so presumptuous.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s my fault for phrasing it that way” Y/N assured him, opening her back door to toss her satchel in. Dean nodded, glad that she was taking it lightly and not holding anything against him. He watched as she tossed her satchel into the back seat, his eyes lingering on her figure for a few seconds longer than he should have.

He needed to stop staring.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Y/N said a bit timidly, biting her lip to stop herself from ogling Dean. Dean snapped out of his trance, realizing that he had been staring for way too long. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, doll" He replied, his voice a bit huskier than usual. He forced himself to turn away from her and walked over towards his car, trying not to look back as he got in. “Nice ride by the way,” He called out after rolling down his window.

Y/N smirked proudly, starting up her engine. “Thanks, Jas is my pride and joy.” She smiled, caressing her staring wheel. “Love the silver by the way” She shot back, gesturing to his Toyota before peeling out of her parking spot. Honking her horn twice, and with that, she was off.

Dean chuckled, watching her drive off with a smirk on his face. He couldn’t help but admire her spirit, and the way she handled herself. He shook his head, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Dammit!” He muttered under his breath, starting up his own engine. He needed to get her out of his head already.

Y/N gripped the steering wheel tightly, her heart still racing from her interaction with her boss. She couldn't believe he had assumed she was a single mom, and she had found it funny, but at the same time, it bothered her. Did she really look that old? Or was he just asking because he was curious about her, the same way she was curious about him?

Her mind began to race, thinking about him, his tall and muscular figure, the sharp cut of his suit, and the way his emerald eyes had looked at her with both surprise and embarrassment. She exhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little warm at the memory.

“Get it together, chick” Y/N muttered to herself, gathering her thoughts and pushing them away from Dean. Y/N tried to push the thoughts of her boss from her mind, but they crept back in again and with a vengeance.

She found herself wondering what he looked like underneath those expensive suits he wore. Was he as muscular as he appeared to be or was he just a lean build? What did his hair look like without being so neatly gelled? Was it messy and ruffled? She wanted to find out so badly, and that scared her.

“Son of a-!” She was so immersed in her thoughts, she almost hit a dog on the main road. "Jesus!" Y/N swerved out of the way, barely avoiding the innocent canine. She swore under her breath, her heart racing a mile a minute as adrenaline coursed through her body.

She pulled over onto the side of the road, bringing her car to a stop as she caught her breath. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, as her hands trembled from the near-miss.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady her shaking hands, as she took a few more deep breaths. But her thoughts immediately went back to Dean, and how she nearly just hit a dog because she was picturing her boss.

She groaned, leaning her head back against the headrest. This was getting out of hand.

Authors Note: Ouuu, tension tension tension. Hope everyone liked!🥰Quick disclaimer, next chapter is gonna be a time skip.

Xoxo

[masoena]

"Quiet Dean!"

Dean’s fingers scrabbled for purchase against the smooth wall of his corner office which offered absolutely no purchase as Sam slammed into him still fully dressed only having freed his cock from his navy blue dress pants and the slit in the boxers underneath to fuck Dean into next week.

Dean’s black slacks were straining around his thighs where Sam left them just low enough to give him access to the delightfully pert ass that felt so good around his rock-hard cock and simultaneously kept Dean hobbled and restrained. His hips pumped forward aggressively while his smooth baritone voice riled Dean up even more one filthy statement at a time about how hot he looked like this, how perfect he was taking him and how he needed to be quiet lest they be caught by their CEO the next room over.

Smith tried really hard to keep silent but failed miserably when Wesson started assaulting his prostate unerringly on every stroke and before long found Sam’s green silk tie pulled in between his lips. Sam had knotted it in the middle to create a more effective gag and cinched it tight before knotting it at the back of Dean’s head.

Sam dragged Dean away from the wall and had him rest his torso across his sturdy polished wood desk, his ass presented at the perfect height he wasted no time in sliding in once more. He pulled Dean’s arms onto his back, taking away all leverage from the slightly shorter man, crossed his wrists over one another and held each with his opposite hands giving him a perfect hold to pull Dean back and onto his cock while keeping the other man completely helpless beneath him.

He sped up his thrusts exponentially and loved the visual of Dean like this, strong back muscles straining and rolling underneath the perfectly smooth fabric of his stress shirt, every soft gasping pant that escaped from Dean’s plush lips muffled by the make-shift gag, he was close but focused on dragging this out a bit more because the velvet heat of Dean’s channel around him felt so good.

Leaning forward he covered Dean’s back with his chest and pinned him down to the desk by the nape of his neck, he could be one possessive domineering bastard when he wanted to and today he wanted Dean submitting to him while knowing full well that the green eyed man loved every second of this. In this position his thrusts turned into a rolling motions and he rubbed the head of his cock across the sensitive gland within Dean without pause, causing Smith’s moans to turn increasingly needy and had him pulling against the hold Sam still had on his wrists.

“I’m going to make you come on nothing by my cock Smith, and if you so much as attempt to touch yourself I’m going to pull out and leave you like this.” Dean whimpered at that.

“Please Sam…I need… need something.”

Sam pushed himself up into standing strong core muscles making it look like it caused him no effort at all and tightly gripped Dean’s narrow hips either said with his hands before he started fucking into Dean in earnest. The jackhammering pace made Dean gasp with every penetration. Sam himself was close by now, the visual, their combined scent in the room and the hot velvet feel of Dean around his cock, Smith’s rim clenching reflexively around him riled him up, surges of white of ever increasing pleasure racing up his spine with every stroke.

With one hard thrust he buried himself deep inside of Dean, his orgasm intense and sudden like a flash of lightning that felt absolutely glorious. He could feel his release start to leak out the sides too much for Dean to contain it all.

Simultaneously Dean tensed up and released a shattered groan against the spit soaked tie in his mouth as he came his boxers, creating an uncomfortable sticky slick mess without a single digit on his own cock.

The friction of Dean's desperate rutting against the fabric of his pants, Sam taking control coupled with the dirty talk was more than enough to tip him over the edge. His softening and spent dick twitched when Sam replaced the medium sized butt plug that allowed them such mid-day office shenanigans with only a minimal amount of prep. It made the dreary reality of corporate life much more enjoyable.

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Season 5 Episode 12

The Bob Cummings Show - Bob Judges a Beauty Contest - NBC - December 16, 1958

AKA "Love that Bob"

Written by Paul Henning and Dick Wesson

Produced by Paul Henning

Directed by Bob Cummings

Stars:

Bob Cummings as Bob Collins

Ann B. Davis as Charmaine "Schultzy" Schultz 

Rosemary DeCamp as Margaret MacDonald

Dwayne Hickman as Chuck MacDonald

Nancy Kulp as Pamela Livingstone

Rose Marie as Martha Randolph

Sidney Miller as Roscoe DeWitt

Madge Blake as Florence Patterson

Robert Burton as General Patterson

Dorothy Johnson as Harriet Wyle

Peter Lawford as Himself

Bill Baldwin as Announcer

[batcoins]

Dick Wesson - "Hive Full of Honey"

Calamity Jane, 1953

but sure, drag is new and dangerous.

[nightmarefuele]

"If your ego and dick is as small as that knife, I feel sorry for your girlfriend."

{IM SORRY-}

('Sorry'?)

"Fer all that stage makeup, Miz Picture Show . . . your mouth is a whole lot dirtier than mine."

It's not about the ego. (Or that other thing.) It's about the shiny tool in Joker's right hand — which he thinks is obviously not a knife. (He's suddenly glad it's not his Wesson; she's gotta earn that one.)

"Oh, and — this ain't a knife. Look closer. Hm?"

Letting it catch the light against the violet hue of his glove, Joker holds up for her viewing pleasure what can only be adequately called a potato peeler.

('Sorry' couldn't even begin to cover it.)

[samanddean76]

I'll Show You Heaven If You Let Me

By: SamandDean76

Ship: Destiel

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 11.3K

Tags: Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Castiel (Supernatural), Mob Grunt Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Dean Winchester, Sam is Kind of a Dick, He gets better, Eventual Happy Ending, Revenge, Or Justice, BAMF Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Sam Wesson, Alpha Sam Wesson, Destiel - Freeform

Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him.

The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

[tyler-lawson]

Tailgating - 03 - Going for a Ride

"Where'd your boyfriend go? Is he not coming with us?" Ian mocked from the backseat as the other officer walked away.

"Dude, seriously, just shut the fuck up." I said, staring at him through the rear view mirror.

"Why don't you make me? Get your big old hog in here and I won't be doing any talking." He said, opening his mouth wide, baring his teeth, and then clamping his mouth shut.

I figured ignoring him might be the better option now, so, I focused on just getting him to the jail and off my hands. I started the car, pulled out, and started driving down the road. He was continuing to taunt and jeer me from the back seat. I noticed him lean forward a couple of times, but it seemed like he was just trying to get closer to really emphasize his latest zinger.

I belatedly realized that was not the case, when I glanced back and noticed his arms were moving back and forth in front of him. I pulled over the car immediately, quickly pulling his door open to find him frantically rubbing his, fortunately still clothed, crotch, furiously.

"You want a ride, officer?"

I grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him out of the car, slamming him to the ground. His hands ended up above his head, stretched out on the pavement. I knelt on his back, then grabbed his stacked, cuffed hands and pulled them up behind his head, resting the cuffs on his neck as his elbows pointed straight out.

I unlocked one of the cuffs, dragged his hands behind his back, and recuffed them, stacked behind his back again. "Don't move your hands around to the front." I said gruffly, twisting the cuffs against his bones to make him feel some pain.

"Ow, fuck. Come on man, I just wanted to entertain myself on this boring-ass ride."

I lifted his torso up off the ground, letting his legs drag behind him as I pulled him around to the back of the car. I popped the trunk, grabbing a pair of leg irons and a belly chain out of the trunk. I laid the belly chain on the pavement, holding the Smith and Wesson leg irons in my hands. I knelt on his ass, facing his legs, and grabbed his ankles, crossing them and pulling them up to his butt.

"What the fuck do you need more chains for? You already have me cuffed."

"Yeah, but you have already shown you can manipulate those. So, we are going to get you locked up so you can't do anything." I explained.

I locked one of the cuffs around an ankle, and then held onto them as I slid off to the side. I wrapped the chain of the leg irons around his cuffs, and used it to pull his ankles tight against his butt. I locked the other ankle cuff around his other ankle, securing the hogtie.

I grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him up so that he was kneeling. I grabbed the chain off the ground, wrapped it around his waist, pulling it tight. I used a padlock to lock the chain around his waist, also catching the chain of the leg irons and part of the hinge of the cuffs in the shackle of the padlock.

I stepped back as he tested his restraints, tugging his hands against the chains, finding them securely locked around his waist. I looked down, noticing that the dark spot on his underwear had grown larger, and his dick was hard and slightly twitching as he tugged against the metal restraints.

"You are pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" I asked, nodding towards his crotch.

"You would be too, if you had what I am packing!" He spat back.

"Yeah, and what exactly are you packing? What were you trying to get out?" I ask, now somewhat suspicious. I kneel down at his side, lifting up his shirt and feeling around his underwear over his sagging pants, feeling for any weapons or worse keys he might have on him. I push the fabric of his boxer briefs against this body, starting at his left hip, working my way down to the waistband of his pants, and forward. Getting to his dick and balls, I gripped the fabric tight against them, moving along them to feel for anything hidden.

He moans as I do this, tilting his head back. "Oh yeah, just like that, man. Check me real thorough. Who knows what I am hiding in my shorts." He says, almost begging. "Just lock me up like the bad boy I am." He continued, moaning and starting to thrust his hips a little, as best he could still being hogtied and cuffed.

I rolled my eyes, doing my best to ignore him as he tried to make me uncomfortable. I continued searching over to his right him, then around to his butt, feeling his cheeks and up the crack.

"You were really just rubbing one out in the back seat?" I asked, incredulous, but, having found nothing, that was the only conclusion I could come to.

"Just enjoying my time with you, officer." He said, winking.

"Alright, well, you are not going to be slipping your hands in front now." I said, standing up and grabbing him by the shoulders. I picked him up a few inches off the ground, carrying him over to the open rear door. I set him down, kneeling on the ground again. I put his chest against the side of the seat, and lifted him by his knees, sliding him into the car on his stomach across the backseat. He grunted and squirmed as I did.

Once he was situated on the seat, I paused for a second checking my radio, listening to some traffic to make sure I was not needed. When I looked back, getting ready to close the door, I noticed that his ass was moving up and down as he humped the backseat in his hogtie. I reached in, grabbed his knees, and rolled him onto his back. I leaned in, strapped both seatbelts over him to keep him in position, then closed and locked the door.

"You are absolutely unstoppable, huh?"

"What else am I a supposed to do. You have me hogtied. Not like I can even twiddle my thumbs."

The rest of the drive to the jail was unremarkable, especially given how difficult the first part of it was. When we got there, several guards met me in the sally port.

"He is a real handful." I warned.

They helped me pull him out of the car, carrying his hogtied body into the jail. We took him into a solitary cell, laying him on his stomach but otherwise leaving him cuffed and hogtied. I glanced back as we stepped out and the heavy steel door swung shut. I was pretty sure I could see him thrusting hard against the floor again. Horny bastard.

(Continued thanks to @adbad77 for the inspiration for this story.)