#being a little bitch over spn again

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Very Bisexual Revelation (Supernatural One-Shot)

Dean Winchester x (cis) Masc!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Dean Winchester's never had trouble with the ladies, but this is brand new territory for him.

Fic type: fluff, super super smut-lite

A/N: this fic is inspired a lil by Welcome To Being a Girl by @negans-lucille-tblr - that fic did something to me for real it is so so so GOOD! Everyone should read it for sure

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Dean had always been confident with the ladies. Never had a problem getting them from the lockers to his and Sam’s motel room for that week, or from the bar to the backseat of the Impala. He’d never really been that worried about his sexuality because women saw his green eyes and charming smile and practically threw themselves at him.

But that wasn’t to say that he’d never been unappreciative of the male form either. No, he distinctly remembered looking a little too long at Kev Prentiss’ abs in high school, or thinking that John King’s hands were that pretty kind of veiny that girls kind of liked- and he liked it too, but he didn’t throw himself at men, and men didn’t throw themselves at him either.

Not to mention if Dean had stopped to think about his sexuality properly for more than twenty seconds he’d be fucking terrified of his father's reaction. So, he just went about his business, elbow-deep in pussy whenever he wanted. Honestly, knowing that he could go out and bed a happily consenting woman any time he wanted meant that he didn't really think about men all that much anyway.

And then he'd met you. Very manly, very masculine. Very obviously a guy with a guys', you know, equipment. The two of you had met on a hunt way back when and been each other's unofficial back-up rock ever since when either of you needed a hand.

You didn't see each other that often. Once a year if you were lucky (or unlucky- depending on how you looked at it). Twice if you were both hunting near each other and wanted a catch-up.

It had all started as an innocent friendship, but you weren't shy about your sexuality and interest in men (among other things sometimes) and it made Dean wonder. Particularly when he was drunk late at night crashing in a hotel while you snored in the bed next to his own, hand draped over the covers and so close to his own that if Dean really wanted to- he could reach out and touch you.

With every meeting, Dean wondered. At first, just about how you managed to make hunting look so good. It was no wonder monsters, women and other men threw themselves at you when you chucked a wink their way. Then, it was how gracefully you held a rifle, or swung an axe, or decapitated a nasty vampire.

Then it was how he liked the brush of his fingers over your stubble when you both roughed each other up playfully or the feel of your warm skin under his hands as he stitched you up, muscles tensing under the pinch and pull of his needle.

And finally, he realised, well- son of a fucking bitch, he was into you. Not, like, into the way you dressed or into the way you hunted. It finally clicked one Wednesday night after hearing your half-asleep voice on the phone ranting away about a hunt nearby that he was into you in a very I'd-like-to-get-handsy-with-you bisexual kind of way. It was a startling revolution for him, and, of course, he'd been with Sam and just blurted out the sentence- "son of a bitch- I wanna fuck him, don't I?" To which Sam had snorted half his beer down his front, slapped Dean in a comfortingly condescending way on the shoulder as if this wasn't news to him and left to find himself a clean shirt and give Dean some space to wrap that new little factoid around his brain.

It was another two months before Dean saw you again. You'd called him for backup while hunting a Wendigo in the forest a little ways from where Dean had been similarly hunting a good old-fashioned ghost. Six hours, a dead wendigo and eight beers in, Dean was finally tipsy enough to do it.

"So," he said, twirling his beer on the table. Watching the base of the glass tread condensation over the warping wood of the surface, Dean hesitated to make eye contact with you. "What's it like, huh? Being... with another dude."

Beer choked its way down your windpipe. You wiped your mouth and punted your chest a couple times to clear your throat. You told him it was good, no different from being with women, really, aside from the difference in anatomy and feel of it all.

Dean hadn't mentioned it after that. You'd both downed a couple more beers and stumbled back toward the motel room. You'd stumbled with the key for a moment, probably scratching up the lock a little more. Once you'd both stumbled through and Dean had discarded his coat over the back of the mysteriously stained chair by the rickety desk. Rubbing over his stubble, Dean decided he was not going to staying in anything less than a three-star joint from here on out.

"Can I, uh- can I try somethin'?" Dean asked awkwardly, and before you even had the agreement completely off your tongue, his lips were on yours. You jerked in surprise, having not expected this in the slightest, and then he was gone a second later, turned away from you and you could tell- ready to bolt for the door.

"Sorry, fuck-" Dean said, already reaching for his coat and taking a step for the door. You stopped him, had him turn around and face you.

"Do not apologise," you said forcefully, trying to get the words through the haze of panic you could see taking hold of his features. You brushed a hand over his cheek and encouraged him to make eye contact. "Wanna tell me what that was about, stud? Not that I'm complaining."

"Stud, heh," Dean chuckled nervously at the nickname you'd had for him for years now- noting the new more sultry tone the affectionate nickname had taken. "Listen, I- you know me. No bad luck with the ladies, but I've never, uh- you know."

You arched your brow, waiting for him to finish the sentence. It became pretty clear pretty quick that he was going to continue stumbling over his words unless you put him out of his misery.

"Kissed a dude?" You supplied. Dean's mouth opened and closed a few times, a very fine dusting of pink appearing on his cheeks before he nodded, averting his eyes. You eyed him carefully before adding- "Hmm. I know it was pretty short-lived, but- what did you think?"

"I mean- it was good. Yeah, great. No, good- good stuff," he sort of answered, that fine dusting growing just a shade darker.

"Dean, darling," you said, voice dropping an octave in your very best attempt at flirting. "Do you want to do it again? Hmm? Do you want to kiss me, pretty boy?"

Dean's breath hitched, his perpetually creased brows smoothing out in shock. Oh, he's been flirted with, sure. But not like this. Once you realised this, it was as if you'd been struck down with divine motivation. You stepped towards him, crowding him with your very masculine and very intentional energy.

"Yes," Dean whispered, plush lips parting to let bated breath through. "God, yes."

That was all you needed to hear, your hand twisting around to hold the back of his neck and bring him closer. He put up no fight as you pressed your lips to his, nibbling at the soft skin. If you didn't know better, it almost sounded like Dean whimpered in response to it before he kissed back, surging forward.

You stepped back, allowing him to crowd you against the end of the bed. Your ass hit the mattress and Dean was crawling on top of you faster than you could blink, fingers trailing over your tee and following the curve of your body up and over your chest, up your neck to cup at your jaw.

It was your turn now to be speechless, hands curling around Dean's hips and giving a soft squeeze. Dean grunted into your mouth, barely breaking away long enough to take a breath before he was back on you.

Dean kissed you like his life depended on it. Years of repressed sexuality all coming out in one kiss. You didn't mind that he'd taken control. In fact, you'd kind of expected it. Dean didn't like to take anything lying down. Especially not something he was nervous about. This was a whole new world for him. It made sense he'd want to keep control over that.

His lips moved over yours, nipping at your own and trailing over your cheeks, neck and back up to your mouth once again. He licked at your lip, requesting access which you granted greedily, tongue playing with his. Dean moaned into your mouth, hips rolling over your own.

You pulled away to catch your breath and Dean leaned above you with a smile that mixed cockiness and vulnerability in such a way that you'd never seen it before, but you wanted to see it again. God, you'd love to see Dean fucked out and boneless. You wanted to really see him let go.

"Been wanting to kiss you for a long time, stud," you said, squeezing Dean's hips. The man in question, puffy-lipped and red-cheeked, chuckled.

"Yeah, me too, handsome," he said, voice low with desire. Then, he added, more to himself than you, "shit- maybe I am gayer than I thought... Huh... who knew?"

[never-forget-viva-la-pluto]

To the SPN fans that are hating on good omens rn bc of the leak, I hope you choke. I've seen some really nasty shit today from some of my (now unfollowed) followers whom I followed for spn content. So let's make one thing clear from actual posts ive seen today:

-Saying that the "wrong angels kissed", is...homophobic. I was with destiel from beginning to end and yeah we were completely shafted, but it's not okay to then say that other gay couples in media aren't allowed to kiss just because they aren't the ones you thought were hot. Jesus christ didn't think I needed to write that one down for ya-bo burnham

-I saw so much fatphobia about how Castiel deserved a kiss more than Aziraphel bc "he has far more sex appeal." Wtf wtf wtf. How do you live with yourselves saying that shit?You can pry Micheal Sheens body type Aziraphel out of my cold dead hands, you CW brainwashed morons!

-hate against the author for some reason, no one is willing to give specifics about it, but I think the majority of them maintain that GO is not good rep because they didn't kiss and now they are claiming pandering or something? Honestly that guy has only ever stood with the writers guild and queer people his whole career from what I find so I don't think it's fair whatever hate they are spouting. He isnt even saying he is upset with fans that saw or shared the video. Hes being super nice about it!

-I will say, non of us SPN fans have a fucking leg to stand on when it comes to hating something bc of the authors, OK. I saw someone saying the writing for spn was better and I can say you did not watch the show. I loved spn but don't do the late Terry Pratchett like this. He did nothing wrong

-on that same ish strain, as an ace person who thrives off queerplatonic relationships in media, maybe they kiss, I dunno. I just have to wait until the season comes out. Not 1 SPN fan gets to bitch about GO asexualty rep when SPN never even tried that route with any of its characters. But also ace characters are allowed to kiss, so you can write them that way of you want and interpret them that way if you want still. This is your viewing experience.

-this leak is truly not the same as the SPN yo a ti leak, solely bc the episode hasn't aired yet. "None of you GO fans would have survived the yo a ti leak." No I think you wouldn't bc the spn leak was clinging to an already mangled straw, while the angel's in GO are queer already. Queer queer queer and no amount of kissing or lack thereof is going to change that. We have no idea what happens in that episode of GO, but we saw the creators butcher the only moment in the show that could have meant anything real for queer viewers in SPN.

-"SPN crowly was kissing dudes first so this one is not that impressive". I see two cakes. One was made with the intent to make gay people look evil, but over time got kinda funny and a little better bc gay people liked it, and the other was about telling an interesting story about how love is so important, especially at the end of the world, and gay people liked that one too! So for me it's YaY two cakes!

-again the anti aziraphel is so plainly just fatphobia. You have no excuses. Sorry you don't think someone who looks like a slightly chubby micheal sheen could ever get kissed by someone who looks like David tennant, but you are not only wrong, you are also childish.

OK I'm done. Go watch good omens s2 when it comes out for my fucking sanity please. Or don't if all you are going to do is try to rip it apart like you do to all media that tries to be better.

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - 6/5/24 - Michael!Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Just a little preview of something I'm currently working on for this character. My first foray into this one. Hope it's okay. Also got some Demon!Dean, Hunter!Corp Dean, Gadreel!Sam, and Soulless!Sam coming as well.

Warnings: Language; Violence; Possessed!Dean (sort of)

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Dean Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @mariahoedt; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444

SPN Taglist: @just-levyy

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

You crashed back into the wall, letting out a pained gasp as your back met the drywall and you fell to the ground, the breath literally knocked out of you.

Slow, methodical footsteps came to a stop in front of you. “Now, let’s try that again. If you could have anything, what would it be?”

You scowled up at your attacker as you held a hand to what was most likely a couple of broken ribs. “Would you skewered on an archangel blade happen to be on the menu?”

He smirked down at you, seeming delighted at your reply. “You know who I am.”

“Aside from the blue eyes and the Jedi mind moves,” You grunted as you struggled to get up, trying to ignore the screaming pain in your side. “It’s common knowledge that Dean Winchester is allergic to anything that isn’t flannel. Plus, the coat and tie…dead giveaway.” 

You had just managed to get to your feet when an unseen force slammed you up against the wall, making you yell out. “Fuck,” you hissed as the pain sharply radiated throughout your body. You couldn’t move though; you were being held in place. 

Dean—Michael approached, studying you. “Y/N…” It sounded almost as if he was trying out your name for the first time, as if he was seeing how it fit as it rolled off of his tongue. “I know all about you.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. “Oh, good. If a GQ-wearing psychopathic archangel from some shithole reject planet knows all about me, then that must mean I’m famous.”

He didn’t react but the truth was, you didn’t expect him to. You knew you were going to die, you’d known it from the moment he appeared in front of you, but you refused to cower, placate him, or even beg for mercy. You weren’t getting any; his sneer of disgust as Dean’s green eyes roamed over you confirmed that even before he started throwing you around.

“I know because he knows.” Michael lifted a finger to his temple.

You started to laugh; you genuinely couldn’t help it. “Dean? That’s who you’re getting your intel from? Did he also manage to sell you a bridge?”

He moved closer until he was eye to eye with you. “Y/N Y/L/N, a hunter. Obvious issues, low self-worth, and quite the…hot mess. You lost your—”

“Yep, when I was six and then found out years later that he disappeared on a hunt. Yeah, yeah. We’ve all seen this one. Why not try something new and original for once?” Geez, did all bad guys spout the same shit day in and day out? As if that was going to make you, what, drop to the floor and weep? First, you weren’t dropping until he released you or forced you down. Second, he wanted tears from you? The only ones he’d be getting were either from laughter or physical pain, nothing else.

A hint of a smirk appeared on his face…well, Dean’s face. This really was quite the mind fuck. The Apocalypse Bringer aka another dick angel was wearing the face and body of someone you care about. To say you hated it was an understatement. “So then you already know you’re lost and not worth—”

“--Saving? Yeah, pal, nice of you to catch up with the rest of the class.” You purposely exaggerated your eye roll. “You’ve more than made your point. Now, you think you can quit monologuing and finish what you came here to do? As fun as all of this is, I’ve got a 3:00 in the seventh circle of Hell, with a quick pit stop at the second on the way, so if we could move this along…” If you could lift your hand, you would’ve made the hand gesture for him to keep it moving. And give him another infamous hand gesture while you were at it. 

His brow furrowed slightly before it smoothed out and his smirk widened. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m doing this?”

“Already know.”

“Or ask me what I want?”

“Don’t care.”

“Or plead for me to let you be?”

You let out a loud snort. “Is that even an option?”

“Or beg for your miserable existence?”

“No fucking way,” you snarled, glaring right at him. "That's never happening so you better kill me now Lucifer 2.0."

The creepy smile only grew more. You were definitely fucked.

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Tight Places - Kinktober 19

Summary: Stuck in a cramped space with Sam again, you end up enjoying his company...

Square 3 filled for @samwinchesterbingo​​​​​​: Enemies to lovers

Square 22 filled for @spnkinkbingo (expired): Knife play

Square 8 filled for @spnkinkbingo​​: Period Sex

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Kink: Claustrophilia

Warnings:language, Soulless!Sam being an ass, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), smut, unprotected sex, groping, period sex, knife play, mentions of

Word Count: 1,2 k

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Kinktober 2022

<< Part 1 - Cramped

“Sam, no! What the fuck! How did we end up in a fucking wardrobe?” you can’t believe you agreed to join the annoying soulless hunter on yet another hunt.

After your mishap a few months ago, you swore to yourself to stay away from Sam Winchester. No such luck.

You ended up in the same town, investigating the same mysterious death once again. Dean suggested joining forces and you just couldn’t say no to the hunter. He saved your ass more than once and is all too happy to have someone with an intact moral compass around.

“We have to hide again,” he purrs in your ear. You can hear the smirk in his voice and just know, he dragged you inside the wardrobe on purpose. “Dean got this.”

“I’m going to help your brother. Don’t believe for a second that what happened months ago will happen again, Winchester,” you grumble. “I told you last time it was the last time.”

“Sure,” he huffs in your ear as his hands already move toward your chest to shamelessly grope your tits. “You’re wearing a dress revealing your ass, legs, and tits for nothing. You want to get fucked.”

You lick your lips. It’s the second time you are in a cramped space with Sam. If only he pushes you a little further, you are going to give in once again.

“I know how much you love ending up in tight space with me,” he bites your ear shell. “How about you tell me what you want, and I give it to you Y/N.”

Sam presses his body to yours, slowly grinding into you. “Sam. Stop.”

“Why would I do such a thing, sweet little thing?” he moves one arm around your waist to hold you close to his hard body. “Admit your sins, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“I fucked a cold-hearted and annoying bastard some months ago. That’s all I have to admit.”

“You enjoyed every second.”

“Yeah. As it only lasted for like sixty seconds.”

“You’re a little bitch.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip but it’s no use. Sam is so much stronger than you, and then there is his arm wrapped around your body.

“You’re an asshole, so we are even.”

“How about I make things easier for you?” he nuzzles his cheek against yours. “I’ll leave you no other choice but to give in.” You feel the cool metal before you can even say something in return. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam slides the dull side of his knife over your breasts and teases your nipples. He takes his time on his way down your body; drawing patterns into your skin with the dull side of his knife.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He carefully slides it over your thigh, riding up your dress. “I asked you a question.”

“I’ll take good care of your pussy again, Y/N,” you whimper as he kicks your legs apart. “You better don’t move now. It would be a shame if I draw blood tonight.”

“Blood?” there is an edge in your voice when Sam slowly cuts your dress and bra open at the same time. Your breasts spill out, leaving your plush flesh unprotected. “Sam.”

“Be good now, kitten,” he cuts through your dress, ruining it once and for all. “Take the dress off.”

“Sam, we can’t. We are still on a hunt.”

“I said,” he rips the remnants of your dress down your body and cuts your panties off within the blink of an eye, “be good.”

You’re shaking in both, anger, and anticipation. You’d like to slap Sam’s face or shoot his brains out. But the need and your kink won’t let you do such a thing.

You allow Sam to twirl you around to reveal your breasts and face to the hunter.

“Beautiful and all mine.”

“Sam, we shouldn’t…this is wrong,” you open your arms and let Sam lift you off of your feet. He easily holds you against the wall of the wardrobe as you fumble his pants open and shove them down his long legs.

“You’re a little eager for someone who doesn’t want to get fucked,” he smirks darkly, but you ignore his cockiness or the fact that you should hate him.

“Shut up. Don’t ruin it,” you bend your body a little to stroke Sam a few times. He’s already rock-hard and doesn’t need much encouragement. “Fuck me. And then leave me alone.”

“Oh, I will fuck you.”

“I should warn you,” he ignores you, and the fact that you slap his chest to get his attention. “Sam, I think my period just started.”

It’s like you’re not even there. Sam simply wraps your legs around his waistline and shoves himself inside your body without acknowledging your protest.

He grunts, hips jerking a few times as you claw at his shoulders. “SAM!”

“Do you think I care about a little blood?” he snickers as you wiggle your hips to get a little bit more friction. “I can fuck you now and make you cum, or, I’ll leave you here. Naked and without an orgasm. I can easily find someone else to fuck.”

“You’re such an asshol-“ Sam presses his lips to yours, silencing your protests once again as he starts to roll his hips.

“You will shut your mouth and take my cock, Y/N,” he purrs with every thrust. Your hips move on their own, to meet Sam’s thrusts. “Good girl.” He ruts into you. “Such a good girl when you full of cock.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you love me,” you whine as he grips your ass with his large hands to move you up and down his cock. You’re like a ragdoll in his hands; helpless and small. “You love fucking me too. I saw the way you looked at the old me. It’s the same hunger in your eyes now.”

Sam hides his face in your neck, panting and groaning as you try not to think about his former self.

You miss the smart and soft Sam. But you can’t deny it. This version knows how to push all your buttons.

“Fuck.”

You dig your nails deep into his shoulders.

“Take it. Shut up and take me,” he growls in your neck. Sam speeds up again, fucking up into you at a maddening pace. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum your period stops.”

You laugh.

“Later, I’ll fuck your mouth.”

“Nghh…” your mind is clouded by lust and the approaching high. The coil in your belly tightens, and you can only close your eyes and let Sam have his way with your body once again.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that upright ass too, huh? I bet you never let that loser you called your boyfriend fuck your ass. Let me fuck it and you’ll cum so hard you see stars…”

“I-“ you cum all over his cock, making an odd noise. “No.”

“We will talk about your ass later. Now let me fill you up,” he chuckles darkly. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”

“Just like that. Taking me like a good girl,” you groan as Sam rewatches the video he took of you and him months ago again. “Fuck yourself harder on my cock.”

“Can you stop this?”

You throw a pillow at Sam. “Please.”

“If you come over here,” he smirks darkly, “I will stop. And,” he pushes the covers off his body to reveal he’s stark naked, “if you stick around, I’ll delete the video.”

“Scouts honor?” you ask.

“Scout's honor,” Sam points at his cock. “Come here and ride it like a good girl…”

You will stick around to help Dean get Sam’s soul back. If you get laid once in a while…so be it…

Part 3

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[maxinemartinsdrill]

spn women I have strong feelings about:

1. ROWENA ROWENA ROWENA. Rowena will get CRAZYYYYY interesting backstory dropped in various episodes and ppl just ignore it. like she grew up poor and when she had Crowley she was miserable and alone and she despised him for it because she needed to be strong and he felt like a weakness to her. and then she spends years fleeing witch hunts running around Europe and she finally grasps some level of power to find security because magic is her way out magic is her strength etc etc. and we first see her killing pimps and then helping those girls and then punishing them for lacking the strength she wants to see in them. like is she a nice person? absolutely not. but the reasons for her desperation to hold onto power are SO SOS SO COMPELLING. ppl would be allllllll over her if she were a man I mean that so sincerely.

AND THEN. She meets the Winchesters and they keep kidnapping her and she gets thrown into all this shit with Lucifer and she's not as strong as she thought she was. she's not strong enough to be safe. but the she gets to know Sam better and she finally gains the levels of power she's sought of angling for as well as some of the emotional security because he's vulnerable with her and he gets it a little bit. and she can let herself be bit more vulnerable and she can open herself up to feeling more than just scared or vengeful. the fact that when she's safe she will let herself love people??? excellent. like her becoming less evil to me is wayyyyy more interesting than the way spn does this a lot of the time and it feels rly fucking authentic.

AND EVERYTHING AFTER THA IS GREAT AS WELL. her trying to decide where she stands morally, admitting she did awful things to herself and getting on with it, only being able to love her son after he's dead, bequeathing Sam everything she had after she died. LIKE THERES SO MUCH THERE. and obligatory Lucifer trauma mention because samwena Lucifer trauma bonding was what got me back into spn and into Sam in the first place.

2. BILLIE. singing oh death in the hospital. holding Rowena while she completely loses itm she is THEE benevolent death to me. I love the fact shs one of the only characters who banters with Dean on his level of strange anachronisms. Love how when she was reaping him she was debating whether to tell him sam was still alive. possibly I am just obsessed with her because for once they gave a woman interiority in a way that wasn't inherently evil (like she wasn't portrayed as a saint for it but it was like just business) and then s15... At least 75% of my hatred of the cas confession comes from the fact they made Billie 'evil' in order to set it up.

3. Mary.... ohhhhhh mary. More about the implication than anything else - 'they couldn't stand each other at first but by the time we were done with them...' truly awful. the way she tries her whole life to get away from hunting and runs right back into it. and she comes back to deeply troubled children who she is expected to parent without having any idea of how to do this because she does not know them. and she's a mother to them not mary.

4. bela talbot :(( you're dying. And utterly alone. and you died to free yourself and you've been running and running your entire life but you can't run any longer. and there's someone on the phone, maybe the only person who can understand you. you're similar and he may as well be the only person left in the world. and then he calls you a bitch and says you deserve to die. and you get ripped apart by dogs and tortured for the rest of eternity.

5. KELLY KLINE!!!!!!!!! craziest mf on the show istg. again do I think the writers were trying to do anything serious with her? No. BUT THE IMPLICATIONS. like as I have rambled about before she is insanely republican and Christian pregnant with the antichrist AND on the run with a queer fallen angel who went on a blasphemous murdering homophobes and republicans spree a couple of years back. she is overwhelmingly positive despite this possibly because she is completely divorced from reality due to her bizarre politics (how to have an affair with the president in a god honouring way is it morally wrong to get an abortion if the fetus is the devil etc). and for some reason she is convinced that jack will save the world which is so fun!!!! I also really enjoy the fact that most of her bizarreness was left to be implied because it allows us to see her as a normal person doing her best in an awful situation and empathise with her. Despite the fact that they could have easily made her a full blown lady Jessica type (i don't know enough about dune to say if this is right) with the whole magical pregnancy manipulative religious delusions/cult type thing going. which would have still been interesting but also lacked depth in places. here they just tell you shes absolutely ridiculous and then have her interact completely normally despite the abnormal circumstances. which (accidentally???) gives her a lot going on. also the bit where she meets jack in heaven and realises he's dead the 'cas said he would look out for you' one of if not the most devastating line in late seasons spn not even joking.

honorary mentions:

Amara :))) literally 90% if when she is on screen I am unconvinced however gimme shelter was sooooooo good. SHES A FEMINIST!!! OBLIGATORY SHOUT OUT TO THE WIRE MOTHER CLOTH MKTHER DEAN AMARA POST

[bravernificationbeam]

I've never watched Supernatural so this ship ask game feels like a great opportunity to get you to explain Midam to me

LOLLLLL that makes 1 and 1/3 of us! (i've only seen s1-s10)

obviously i ship midam lol! so midam is like

adam milligan, rando nobody younger half brother of the winchester bros who's the result of a one night stand their dad had after their mom died. they don't know about him until a. he's like 19 b. after he and his mom have died actually (the first episode they 'appear' in, it's as the ghouls who have eaten them and taken on their appearances)

michael, oldest baddest bitch archangel. spn was originally supposed to be 5 seasons (and should have been imo!) and the culminating Thing of seasons 4 and 5 basically is that sam and dean are supposed to be vessels of the apocalypse, so that michael and lucifer can have their big rematch and destroy half the planet in the process probably. dean is meant to be michael's vessel and sam is meant to be lucifer's. dean and sam are like WTF???? NO???? the angels try to do everything in their power to get them to say yes and cas, angel who rescued dean from hell and has a crush on him, is caught in the middle of it all

one of the things the angels do in this whole thing is bring adam back from the dead so they can essentially use adam as a bargaining piece, since he comes from the same bloodline as sam and dean--sort of--and thereby could probably handle being michael's vessel

point a to point b is not that important but michael in his true form comes down and gets adam to say yes to being his vessel. meanwhile adam is staring at this BIBLICAL MONSTER like 😯 just a very genuine awe, in contrast to the winchester bros' terror, that we in the midam fandom like to say is his monsterfucker face LOL

so michael has adam be his vessel--close enough to dean, michael decides--to this big battle with lucifer, cas and dean manage to seal all four of them--michael, adam, lucifer, and sam (who's accepted being lucifer's vessel)--in 'the cage' in hell, where lucifer's been since he was cast out of heaven or whatever

we learn from sam who comes back that cage years are like 100x earth years.

GUESS WHO THE SHOW FORGOT ABT???? OOOOOPPPPPPPSSSSS.......

SO they bring these two characters, still sharing the same body, back in s15. 10 whole fucking years later, or 1000 cage years if we take sam's word for it. what's happened to them?

DEVOTION.

michael just sits there contentedly as adam gets diner food, is the FIRST person to bring adam up when tfw capture them, freely lets adam come and go to consciousness as he pleases, seems perfectly content to just let adam determine their life from now on, whateverrrr. and adam's perfectly happy like this! "it's not like i can go back to college, what with an archangel inside of me" said it before and i'll say it again. why did he. say it. like that.....

they commiserate over how much their families suck, michael says "you and I have been together for years, my father [god] and I have been together for eternity"--this little rando human becomes the most important thing in his life. 🥺 just through kindness. seeing each other as people. knowing each other inside and out.

godddddddd. it's choosing love. it's learning a gentle alternative. it's not forgiveness but an internal peace. it's "it didn't have to be you but I'm glad it was." it's "we only had each other" (LINE ADAM SAYS) !!!!!! it's making each other better people!!!! it's MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL. it's KESHA RAINBOW!!!!!!

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Okay, so a couple days ago I rewatched the S3 episode of Lone Star where TK is in his hypothermia induced coma and we get to see what's going on in his head, and oh my GOD did it give me SUCH an amazing idea for an agere mulit-chapter fic!!!

Remember how in TK's coma dream he's back in his dad's house but with his mom and they bake cookies? And how TK tells Gwyn he'll always be her little boy, that he still is? Well Goddamn did all that get my writer brain going!

So, what if both Owen and Gwyn were there in TK's dream, and they were treating him like he was still a little boy? The way I'm picturing it is kind of like that episode of SPN when Sam and Dean go to heaven together and see each other's versions of it, and Dean has that one memory of Mary from when he was 3 or 4–dressed the part and being treated like a little boy despite him still looking and acting like his adult self to Sam and the viewers. That's how I imagine this going with TK.

He still looks like an adult and feels like one, and is incredibly confused by what's happening at first, but quickly begins to enjoy all their attention and babying. And soon, begins to feel like the little boy their treating him as. Like in the episode tho, it's Carlos speaking to him that still inevitably brings him back to waking reality.

However, almost as soon as they get the tube out of him, he's still panicking and begins to tearfully call for his mama and daddy. Carlos is freaking out but doing his best to calm him down before the nurses have to give him a sedative, reassuring him that he'll call and get his dad here as soon as possible, but in the end TK is too disoriented and scared, and at the doctor's order one of the nurses has to give him a mild sedative.

Carlos calls Owen as soon as TK is fully under the drugs affects and tells him he needs to get to the hospital quick, that TK woke up and was asking for him. By the time Owen arrives, TK is beginning to fight his way out of the sedative's clutches. As soon as he lays his eyes on Owen the waterworks start up all over again and he desperately reaches for him. Owen, while bewildered and worried, just rolls with it and does what any good father would: give his kid as much comfort as he needs.

Owen ends up climbing nto bed with TK (cautious of the cords and tubes still attached to him, of course), and TK eventually cries himself into an exhausted sleep in his arms. The doctor ends up making a return not long after that (Owen still in the bed, not daring to move and disturb his son's rest), and Owen immediately asks the burning question on both his and Carlos' mind; did TK suffer brain damage? The doctor tells the two of them that they can't know for certain until they run some tests on him, leaving Owen and Carlos to stress over the potential answer they'll receive in the next few hours.

As they'll soon find out, however, this has nothing to do with any physical damage to TK's brain, but instead has everything to do with his psyche.

I'm thinking that TK would probably stay regressed for most of the duration of the fic, but that even once he does start to come back to himself, he'll realize that while everything that's happened during that time feels embarrassing as all hell, it also feels right. Like something he's needed for a very long time, but just hadn't known until he got it.

Wow, hyperfixation really said, "Bitch you will write this shit. You may not know when, but you will."

Yet another idea saved in the backlog I keep in both my phone and brain lmaoooo. 😅🥲

[captain039]

She can’t sense it

Alpha!Dean x omega!reader

Warnings: slight angst, light swearing, Dean being a jerk xD, fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort

Watching SPN again hopefully I make it past season five xD

You’ve been tagging along with the Winchesters for ages now. You’ve been like their little sister, well sort of, Sam liked you, Dean thought, Dean was ready to throw your ass out the car. You were in the front seat between the two brothers because you got seriously car sick like Sam. So you were squished in the middle.

“Can you stop breathing funny?” Dean huffed hand clenching on the wheel.

“Can you stop being a little bitch?” You snapped back making the alpha grunt annoyed. Sam snickered head still faced to the window making you punch his leg.

“Ow!” Sam glared at you making you smirk.

When you got to the next motel you all scrambled out, glad to not be in each others pockets. You sighed stretching and heading to the receptionist. Dean followed you, barging in first with a laugh making you roll your eyes.

“Hi there” the woman smiled and Dean flashed a grin.

“A double?” She asked before seeing Sam outside.

“Two doubles?” She corrected.

“Three singles” you said and Dean frowned at you, he liked a big bed. You gave her your fake card and paid.

You sighed as you laid down the boys ate while you closed your eyes.

“Hey-“ Sam said before getting smacked.

“Dude!” He whispered and you frowned but ignored it wanting to sleep.

You hugged your pillow as your mind played up. You always wondered why you and Dean bumped heads so much, he hated how touchy you were, you didn’t mean to be touchy, it just happened without you realising. You’d catch yourself doing it and moving away, but sometimes he’d snap before you could catch yourself. He was over protective of you though, he wouldn’t let you do anything dangerous in hunts, he’ll wouldn’t let you do anything in hunts. You were with him when his dad died, when he sort of died. You were following behind them when the crash happened, you tore through that truck man before the ambulance arrived.

This hunt was an angry spirit, maybe you didn’t know yet, targeting omegas specifically, ages 20 - 25 female and males, so you were perfect bait. Dean however got his panties in a twist before you put your foot down. The alpha was quiet, grumbly but quiet as you went to the area the spirits been killing in.

“There’s a man here, 24, omega lives by himself” Sam said as Dean stopped on the other side of the road.

“Think it’s going for him next?” You asked and Sam nodded.

“You get a vision?” You added and he shook his head.

“Just matches the patterns” he said and you nodded. You waited till about midnight before you heard a scream. You all ran in, Dean first you second and Sam last. Dean shot and the spirit screamed as did the man. Sam went to him while you jolted and fell. The spirit grabbed you took you into one of the bedrooms and locked the door. You scrambled for your gun but was hit by an overwhelming scent.

“All of you!” He screamed.

“You all hate me!” He added smashing the glass in the photos. Angry alpha spirit you assumed. You could hear Dean yelling on the other side of the door. The spirit snickered and turned back.

“Oh don’t worry!” He called.

“You son of bitch! Open this door or I swear-!” Dean yelled.

“Or you’ll? What?” The spirit laughed.

“I’m gonna tear her open!” The spirit added a knife appearing in his hand. You gulped eyeing your gun. You reached for it only to be thrown at the wall. You groaned, body aching. You were thrown again onto the bed, a softer landing this time. Your legs and wrists were held down the spirit hovering above you, sniffing you. The knife cut into your arm making you hit your tongue.

Dean couldn’t get in, Sam couldn’t get in either, he was bashing on the windows, shot it a few times, whatever this spirit was it was powerful. You had cuts all over you, he constantly smelt your hair, your neck grumbling about your suppressants. You saw night slowly turn into day, he was waiting for something. Smacking Sam off the window and into the bush, slamming Dean into a wall but never leaving the room.

He took a deep breath in though suddenly, a big grin on his face, his forces must’ve went down because Dean was in, gun shooting and the thing disappearing with a scream. He threw the gun before going to you, hands shaking, he reeked of anxiety. Your body felt relieved by the tension but also very warm suddenly. You frowned at Dean and he frowned back confused. You gasped a bit pushing him back without realising.

“Hey-!” He said as you sat up and stared at the floor. He was your mate, goddamnit how didn’t you notice?! The doctor said your suppressants would take away your ability to find a mate, you didn’t care, just wanted the heats to stop, you figured you wouldn’t find your mate ever. You held a hand over your mouth as you cried, Dean was quick on his feet to go by your side and check you over.

“What’s the matter? Talk to me!” He yelled crouching in front of you and checking your arms.

“You-“ you stuttered and he frowned.

“Me? What have I done?” He asked confused.

“You’re-“ you struggled as he looked baffled. He was on edge body tense and reeking of anxiety. It frowned not understanding before something clicked.

“You can sense it” he said and you cried harder.

“I’m so sorry-“ you sobbed as he stood and stepped back.

“Your suppressant things wore off, that’s- that’s what the bastard was waiting for” he mumbled. You heard the familiar sound of the impala, Sam must’ve destroyed whatever held the spirit here.

“Hey you ok-?” Sam stood by the door way.

“Uh, David’s safe traumatised but safe, ill um-“ he left awkwardly and you shook your head.

“Let’s just get you fixed up” Dean said holding his hand out to you.

Back at the hotel you winced and hissed as Dean fixed you up, snapping at poor Sam when he offered to help.

“Stop moving” he grumbled.

“You’re hurting me!” You stated and he stopped. You were in the bathroom sitting sideways on the toilet while Dean dealt with the cuts on your back. You felt a head rest on your back suddenly and tensed. You had your front covered by a robe on backwards your back exposed. You had pants on also, keeping your lower half covered.

Dean rested a hand on your back, somewhere there wasn’t any cuts, his thumb gently moving back and forth.

“I was scared” he muttered and you felt your stomach tighten.

“I couldn’t open the door, that thing kept throwing me back” he sighed shakily.

“I heard you scream a few times, I heard you whimpering, heard him sniffing you, disgusting bastard” he scoffed, removing his head and hand.

“I thought you realised, I didn’t know suppressants blocked that out so I left it alone, thought you didn’t want me” he sighed shuffling behind you as he continued cleaning your wounds.

“Didn’t want you?” You muttered heart breaking.

“I don’t blame you though-“ he scoffed but you stopped him as you turned around to face him. You had tears in your eyes as his smile fell.

“I’ve been alone most of my life, not once had any alpha taken interest in me, I suffered so many heats alone wishing for my mate, suppressants aren’t handed out easily I was 20 when I got on them-“ you held your breath for a minute, trying to control yourself.

“I gave up, after loosing everything, but I wanted you, I want you, I wanted you so badly my whole life” you hung your head as you cried, Dean didn’t do emotions well.

“I didn’t care what the drug did, I didn’t think-“ you shook your head looking to him with a sigh. He was unreadable, too much swirling in his eyes, his face stern before it softened. He was quick to move as he cupped your face and kissed you. You jumped slightly but stood up so he didn’t have to bend awkwardly. His hands slipped from your face and around your lower waist.

He was careful not to hurt you. He pulled back and you took in air quickly. You rested your hands on his chest as you tried to process what happened.

“Did you finally kiss?” Sam peeked his head in and you flushed furiously.

“Piss off Sammy” Dean said and his brother laughed and left.

“If you want me, I’m yours” Dean whispered softly and you nodded smiling. He smiled to kissing you again softly.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Midnight Meeting

Not Natural

The Devil's Trap

Holy Water

The Demon's Altar

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (slick, knots, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, threats, fear, PTSD, nightmares, panic attack, mentions of curses and childhood abuse, cuddles, teasing, silly come-ons, needy boys, descriptions of post sex messes ⚰️ rating: mature

Kells watched as the human he was preternaturally drawn to drifted off to sleep. He could smell the sensual combination of the boy's slick and his own seed still hot and dripping between Dom's thick thighs and he had to fight himself not to play. He knew how lightly the Hunter slept, he was always on alert and never truly rested. That might make it hard for a surprise morning blowjob but for the moment he could be good. The back of his mind was circling with his actions, he was still surprised at everything that had happened between them and part of him wondered if the kid would wake up hating him again. If that happened he would definitely play- he hoped his new friend just needed a steady diet of good sex to make him stop being such a bitch. Speciesist sexy little fuck.

He groaned low as he rolled over onto his back. He was a demon, he couldn't live with himself if he sat there watching a human sleep all night. No matter how gorgeous Dominic was. He normally loved the fact he couldn't sleep, it kept his time free for more deals, death, and partying, but for the first time in centuries he wondered what it might be like to wake up next to someone. He never wanted to find out what his dreams would look like though. He'd already spent time in hell.

The world outside their little room lit up from a lightning strike that made his hair raise on end. His eyes rolled and his hand waved to soundproof the room and keep his lover at peace but with one last longing look he pushed himself out of bed. On his way to the door he grabbed the first pair of underwear he saw and smirked to himself when the scent of Dom accosted his senses. He summoned a cigarette as he slipped out the door and snapped his fingers to light it. The air outside felt thick with electricity and the air reeked of sulfur. The reminder of home rolled his stomach but he refused to show his distress.

"Keliphos. I should have known I'd find you here. You always did like stealing from your betters." A voice came out of the darkness and he fought himself not to growl. He fucking hated demons but this one in particular needed a good dose of holy water up his urethra. He took a drag and blew it out slowly, clenching his fist to keep himself calm. "Do you like my- how do they say- sloppy seconds? You know the boy is mine."

Kells turned, his glare flashing to its natural state as he searched out the bastard in the shadows. He wished he had the weaponry to kill his enemy but that was something he and Dom would have to search out. It was the whole reason he talked to the boy to begin with, only a human could find it. He hated shit guarded by magic. Now though he was driven by so much more and it made his rage a hot flame in his stomach. "You never owned him, you tried to steal a child and you failed. Why did you even want him? Why turn him into that?" He didn't mean to sound like he cared, that was dangerous for both of them but he couldn't seem to stop it.

"Oh? You don't like what he is? Your appearance and stench beg to differ." Finally the other demon stepped out of the shadows and came close. Not close enough for the dick punch he deserved but near enough Kells could see him. The meat suit he inhabited was something young and beautiful, he just hoped the obviously teen boy was doing alright.

"Still up to the same bullshit I see. Dom's too old for you now. Move the fuck on." He growled low, trying not to lash out.

"Keliphos, you know he's special. You can feel it. Unless you find a way to ruin him, eventually I will take him. Eventually he will come to me willingly."

Kells laughed, he couldn't help it. There was no way Dom would go to him and he found the idea of ruining someone too medieval. "Stop calling me that and just move on. If you don't, I swear to you, I'll kill you."

It was the other demon's turn to laugh, the sound was too high pitched for the evil he knew was in the monster, but he had always possessed young boys to lure others. Kells was just happy he never had to deal with that. "You know together we could do so much. The offer to join me is always open. I might even let you keep him once I'm done." With that the ancient teen monster disappeared in a shock of lightning and Kells cursed under his breath, put out his cigarette, and turned back to stalk quietly into the hotel room. He couldn't tell Dom what had transpired but he definitely wouldn't leave. He might never be able to take his eyes off the human again.

His gaze settled back to his human lie as he stared down at the beautiful boy in question. Astaroth was right about one thing, he was very special but he had started thinking it was because of the curse. If that wasn't true… he was almost more scared of him. He was old enough he hated mysteries, this was just one he wasn't sure how to solve without pissing the Hunter off more. He didn't think the kid would actually want to open up and talk. It didn't seem like conversation was what he wanted from their… friendship. It didn't matter, he would just stay close and find out in time. It wasn't like staying with the human was torture.

Dom gasped awake like every day, his chest tight, his heart racing, sweat soaking every inch of him. He sat straight up in bed and tried not to cry out too loud but as his fuzzy gaze searched the dark room something touched him. He jumped, full body trembling, but the touch curled tightly around him and he wondered momentarily where he left his knife. "Shit Dom I'm sorry. I'm right here. Breathe for me?" A rasped voice whispered in his ear and the scent that hit his nose was… comforting?

"Kells!" The memory of the past few days fought their way through his anxiety induced brain fog. He never had someone close to help when he woke from a nightmare but with the demon holding him he could actually breathe.

Dom crumpled against his chest, that pretty face pressing against his neck, and while he wasn't used to comforting anything he tried. "It's okay. He can't have you. I've got you. Told you I'd watch over you." He soothed, petting down the human's sweat slick spine. The boy was overwhelming like this, his pheromones strong and cloying. He could fucking taste him on the back of his tongue and more than anything he wanted to distract him but he didn't think it was the time.

"S'not 'im. Not jus' 'im." Dom tried to speak but his chest felt too tight. He didn't think the beast he took to bed would care or understand his past though. His life has never been nice or normal and it had definitely never been healthy. He had only been so easily swayed by the monster when he was younger because he was so desperate to get away from home. Most nights he dreamed of some dark combination of his parents and the bastard who cursed him. It was nothing new but actually being calmed after it was surprising.

He sighed softly and pulled back enough to look at the creature he should be stabbing but Kells just smiled at him and something in his belly flipped. "Can still feel yas." He whispered before he could stop himself and that smile turned to a smirk. His cheeks burned hot but he felt that heat between his thighs flow and something about knowing it was him and Kells mixed together got him even hotter.

"You like that?" The demon purred, his fingers drifting lower on the boy's spine until he was ghosting just over his ass. "You have dimples?" He hummed, but he wouldn't move his lover to look yet, obviously Dom needed the connection. Maybe he did too after his midnight meeting.

"Shut up. No I don't." Dom blushed hotter but the wanker teased his fingers inside the little dips and it tickled him enough he jumped.

"Scary badass demon hunter has dimples." Kells sing-songed softly. He knew they hadn't known each other long enough to tease but he always teased. "Don't worry, I won't tell." He started to lean closer to kiss the boy but Dom pulled back a little and placed his hand on the demon's inked chest.

"Wait, tha' wasn't jus' a one time fing?" He didn't know if he wanted it to be or not but he was surprised. The monster seemed like a hit it and quit it kind of guy.

Kells watched as the boy nibbled his lower lip, his anxiety was obviously still up and he knew he needed to say the right thing or he'd fuck up whatever they were building. If they were building anything. Besides, he needed the human. For revenge purposes of course. That was all. "I'm not done with you yet. If you're not done with me?" He offered. It wasn't too sweet which he knew would scare the boy off and it wasn't too standoffish. It was simple and honest and left a world of possibilities open wide. Like he wanted the kid's legs to be.

"I… shite. I should tell you to fuck off again. I should make you go but… maybe a pet demon wouldn't be so bad." A smile tugged at his lips, it was a dangerous game but maybe he could play it. At least for a while. He'd never recovered from his nightmares so fast and… maybe he enjoyed the sex just a little bit.

"Pet demon, huh?" Kells purred, his hand slinking down to grope hard at Dom's perky ass. He was shocked when the boy squeaked but it was oddly heartwarming. Dom was special. Dom was human. Right? "How about instead I be the master, and you sit?" He winked, sealing his lips over the Hunter's before he could tell him off.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I hope this was good, I'm feeling pretty ick but I don't want to get too far off schedule. I have a bad case of brain fog though so I really hope this was coherent. Astaroth is icky, but how do they know each other? How is Dom special? Do y'all deserve a little more porn with your plot as a treat? Hope you like it! ⚰️🖤

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Art Attack

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)

We had spare time before this episode, so have fun with our bonus content! Link available here!

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["Must be a guy thing" Ah, yes, women don't exercise]  Or a decent person thing, ya know

[OH YEAH THERE'S APPARENTLY A FAMILIAR FACE IN THIS!  @witchy-writer-lady told me abt it]

The circles that have been talked in this scene  [Ma'am calling him out on circular sentences like she doesn't do that constantly]

There is plenty more romantic.  Weddings are so overrated and expensive ☠️☠️🤣

“Why not?”  OC!

🤣🤣🤣 This woman deserves to have her dress stolen if she didn’t notice it gone from two feet away [asdfkjalfdkj you're not wrong]  She’s blind as hell with both eyes intact ☠️☠️☠️

Oh Sketch noooooo

Get ‘em OC  [No "Get 'em Normal"?]  HES SO MEANNNN ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [You do realize NoBody there does Any work right alkdsjf]  That’s true 🤣🤣  [Not even Alec, love him as I do alskdfj]  Oooooof  [He legit just sits there chatting with Normal about boxing the whole time.  Or delivering single packages]

Oh! Hello Logan!

NORMAL 🤣🤣🤣

His little “hm she’s aight” look

[This was me earlier today!!!  I understand his aversion to public speaking  aslkdfj]  ☠️☠️☠️ Moood

Oh Buddy

[His look at her alskdfj]  Their little exchange was cute tho  ['sigh' This is true]

Poor Normal  [I knowwww!  Will the hostage situations never stop?]  Right?!?

[An actual coherent monologue alkdsjfa]

Loooool I thought the brother was Palmer (Ducky’s Assistant you haven’t met yet)  [idk for sure but that's not the pertinent one… Watch for Daphne]

Poor Max done got put in her feelings

Le gasp  [Oh, last name drop!  I forgot Max's last name was on screen.  I don't think Alec's is]

Ooop! We get more jam pony

He said ten bucks  [tbf, they are in an economic depression]  True 🤣🤣

[Normal be lying abt the bip-bip-bip-ing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Poor buddy can’t have a good family!  Oooof

Was that SPN Mary?  [Yup!]  Le gasp

Oooooof jealousy

[That was a painfully fake smile, Max]

[Also this be the plot to your Nomral fic.  But more guns.  And less love life.  And Normal's in a leather jacket and not a bathrobe]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh boy: Logan done put his foot in his mouth

[I'm cringing in preparation for this ep btw.  Heads-up]  Oh noooo

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Jezebel: Midpoint!

Wench: Bravo!  Ma'am remembered better than I… do go on!

Jezebel: Ok so first off it’s a Jam Pony ep which has proven to be some of my favorites!  And I swear I love a “I don’t like this person but I don’t hate this person so I’ll help” storyline

Wench: Poor Normal alskdjf

Jezebel: Yusss.  Alsoooo POOOR LOGANNNNNN!  BUT MAX TAKING UP FOR HIM WAS ADORABLE, IM SORRYYYY!!  But then here comes Mary-

Wench: Daphne

Jezebel: I know 🤣

Wench: Hmph

Jezebel: -and just threw a wrench right in it

Wench: And finally the jump I paused it on  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  In that dress… Just…. Wot ☠️🤣🤣☠️☠️

Wench: Apparently we have lots of photos to give y’all this time alskdfj On we go!

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I swear ☠️ The dress makes the jumps look so bad ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oooof

Mood max

[Okay but he lost his job because of the messenger service so-]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buddy she’s no angel

Bruh CAN NO ONE KEEP UP WITH SHIT  [I mean.  Technically she just.  Decided to leave with it]  FAIR

[Remember when I said I was.  preemptively cringing.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️oh shit the second hand embarrassment

[Poor Normal expecting to get killed tho]  Ooop Normal reality check on being a good person lol  [Let it be known, btw, that Normal in s2 has very good moments and very BAD moments.  I recognize this.  But for now I'm enjoying his minorly-asshole-ish-but-no-worse bits.]

This man and his bitch slaps

I love "defenstration"... it's one of my favorite words

Poooor Normal

[Have fun.  I'm.  Not watching btw.  Tell me when the speech is over plz.  I'm.  I have it muted.]  I have it turned down☠️  I’m still cringing at the faces

This.  Is Tony coming out of Logan

Max coming through again  [Okay, now you're uber-whacked; technically she only came through because she caused the problem in the first place by not handing the paper back]  Fair  [This is the one non-anti-Max comment you've made that I don't agree with]  🤣🤣🤣

[This.  Is an NCIS episode.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  ["I've got a military vessel heading out to-"]

A ghostttt  [Max disappearing: Cas-coded]

Oooooop-  [Plz let DaphMary be a lesbian]  SBC… If not OC GON make her one

[This whole dress thing is so ridiculously unrealistic.  It's pulling me out of the story.  She definitely smells like trash and yet no one seems to notice; she's bound to have it all dirty, stained, and ripped, and yet she's acting like she's gonna return it... just wot]

OOOOF  THAT WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TODAY

[Showing off her powers again 'sigh']

☠️☠️☠️☠️  [She (Max) annoys me]  Fair

Oh boy

OC 🤣🤣  [Um.  DaphMary looking like she was heading over to OC as soon as she caught the bouquet.]  RIGHT

[Um.  UM.  THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT!!!  DAPHMARY I FREAKING LOVE YOU]  Oooooop!  Dean’s getting a new momma.  [Well, he always seems to lose one, so he needs two]  Oooof  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop-  Somethings missing on miss presses neck 🙂

“You first”  Heart eyes

[I.  I think we found out why she dumped him… Lickity-chicks]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Logan’s not clueless I love it  [This is true!]

Dawwwww!  Genuine smile!  [I will give you that Max/Logan are good in this scene]  

Another dawwwww

Le gasp

Buddy HOW BOUT YOU NOT  [HE WAS TESTING IT]  “My feet work again… Lemme break em”

– – –

Jezebel: Ok! End point! 🙃 Jam pony still are my all time favorites! Like you said it’s the Normal fic but make the girl a painting ☠️☠️ and the depression is his, you know, will to live.

Wench: lkjlkj;lkj oof

Jezebel: Also Logan was adorable in this one.  Very Tony-esque.  And his family sucks.

Wench: All true

Jezebel: But DAPHNE(MARY) 😮‍💨💕 love herrrr!

Wench: I KNOW!  I FORGOT THEY DID THAT AND JUST.  GOLD

Jezebel: OC really just be coming in and swooping up all the ladies.  Also, Max was annoying but her taking the necklace made me happy. So *sigh* 😤  I’m conflicted

Wench: This is fair!  To be honest, she’s not as bad in s1 as she is in s2.  It’s her dynamic there that causes the issue.

Jezebel: Ending note. Catlike jumping in leather = meh, goofy but believable / catlike jumping in fancy schmancy dress = the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen

[mlobsters]

supernatural s4e18 the monster at the end of this book (teleplay julie siege, story julie siege, nancy weiner)

ack, it's samantha! in a 30 second cameo.

the x-files s2e17 end game - megan leitch as samantha mulder

aforementioned keegan connor tracy who was on the show before that i know from the magicians.

i have an aversion to their ~quirky~ music because usually it's a type of humor that makes me grind my teeth but once we got past the whole talking about dirty incest fans and the thing with the book publisher, it's been surprisingly ok. glad they mostly transitioned to digs aimed at the show itself. but every time that music starts playing, i brace for the worst. i also just don't love the composed music for the show, i think it does it a disservice. i probably have complained about that before.

like okay dean needs to get chuck to participate in the archangel spooking lilith plan and it's all been very serious up until this point, but then the music goes to the cheesy rousing inspirational business which makes it feel very much like it's a joke. and it does go a little funny, but i think the music was too much. bleh. anyway.

i feel like i've seen him in a bunch of things but scrolling through i'll say evil is probably the only thing i've seen him in recent memory. should have gotten a cap from the previous episode with the bright lighting.

evil s1e5 october 31 - kurt fuller as dr kurt boggs

the tone on this episode was all over the place! my friend is eagerly, patiently, waiting for me to have an opinion on castiel and i'm eagerly awaiting having one. i feel like there was a bit more something happening with him and dean in this episode, giving him the tip about chuck. otherwise he just hasn't been around enough for me to have any thoughts, and he's pretty dry when he is. dry like his lips! get the dude a manual on how to care for your human suit. with some lip balm.

also, the winchester gospel. the guffaw i made, okay spn writers. i liked chuck, and didn't expect to. maybe it was another case of them making the writer(s) sympathetic. but i'm glad they didn't try to ham it up too much. i get that the concept of introducing the books would be hard to do in any serious manner, but i could have gone without the fannish specific bits personally.

also ALSO using the previous episode to kind of quickly temper the truly horrific over the top terrible events in the Torture Episode and then this one kind of easing more into the main arc and being serious but not too serious, well. was zachariah doing his little demo to dean that he'll always be a hunter deep down all we needed to address with that episode? other than sam bitching dean isn't himself and is too weak since he got back from hell.

"You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out."

i mean as far as i can tell, nothing really changed with dean. does starting the apocalypse-guilt cancel out embracing/enjoying torture again that you're also probably extra guilty about too?

there's not enough time in the day to deal with it anyhow and we've got plot to plow through. the apocalypse isn't gonna start itself!

i was trying to talk it through with someone and my feeling was like. earlier seasons, the traumas were smaller. sam and dean talked a lot. more than most shows do. it feel like things maybe didn't get resolved per se, but there was something going on there. they were looking at it, at least. and some things did get wholly dropped (like the mystery spot aftermath hello, bitter) but more often than not, it felt like they dealt with things. but the traumas get bigger and coming so fast, you can't keep up, there's not enough time. everything is always escalating. and i think it's exacerbated by the plot that sam and dean aren't really on the same page anymore. and maybe cas is supposed to fill that spot with dean, but it's a hard sell for me when we don't really know cas and at this point he has no personality to speak of.

i'm just feeling pretty grumpy about everything at the moment.

[holylulusworld]

Liability

Summary: You are burning too hot for any alpha to keep up with you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Square 11 filled for @anyfandomaubingo​​: Sex Hotline 

Square 2 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​​: Artist AU

Square 11 filled for @spnkinkbingo​​: Nude Photography 

Warnings: angst, language, self-confident reader, alphas being assholes, mentions of past rejection, calling a sex hotline, mentions of nudes

AN: Inspired by Lorde’s Liability

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“Y/N, you’re a little much for me. I’m glad you wanted to take it slow and for us to get to know each other better. This way, I realized you will only ever be a liability,” you would gasp or even break down at his words.

You would if you didn’t hear the same song play over and over again for years.

“You are already regretting asking me for this dance, huh?” the alpha sitting opposite you seems to be surprised by your reaction. “Well then, tell me all the things I didn’t do right. Just you know, when we are done here, you’ll pay for my food, including dessert.”

“Sure…sure,” he stammers as he doesn’t want you to cause a scene at the restaurant. He chose to break things up with you in public. 

Pathetic coward.

The alpha nervously tugs at the tie dangling from his neck as you lean back and open the menu.

You wave at the waiter to order the most expensive dish. If that alpha can't give you love, he’ll at least feel you in his wallet for a few weeks.

“Good,” you sip at your water, feeling your chest tightening. Your omega wants to curl into a ball and weep. But you won’t have it. “Now. Begin.”

“Your job.”

You huff.

“You paint and take pictures of naked men,” he whispers, not wanting to draw attention to your table. “This is…I don’t want a woman seeing other men naked.”

“It’s my job,” you roll your eyes. Alphas are so predictable. “I never lied about my job. A client wanted me to take a few pictures of him for his boyfriend. There is nothing wrong with nudes. This has nothing to do with sex. It’s art. I’m an artist.”

“Taking nudes is not an art.”

“Says a guy who can’t distinguish the Mona Lisa from a playboy bunny,” you retort. “If you had the slightest knowledge about art, you would know that art is full of naked bodies.”

“You are loud and aggressive too. If only someone has a different opinion, you must start a fight,” he argues.

“If their opinion is stupid, misogynic, or sexiest, I will fight you.”

“See, how shall a man feel comfortable around someone like you,” you sneer at his words. “You're a little much for me.”

“You are repeating yourself, darling,” he huffs as you thank the waiter for the food. You won’t let his words get to you. At least not here, at the restaurant, for everyone to see. “I got it. I’m complicated and too headstrong for you.”

He’s not the first, and won’t be the last, alpha pulling back.

At first, they are head-over-heels for you. In the end, they will run for the hills, calling you complicated and too much.

New guy. Same song.

“I have other plans for my life than fighting over every little thing with my omega,” he bites back. “I want to spend the night with my friends, you argue, and so on.”

“You forgot you and your buddies wanted to spend your night at a strip club. You are telling me I can’t take nudes of a client, but you can let naked women be all over you. Talking about double standards.”

“You are an omega, I’m an alpha. There is a difference,” you chuckle at his lame excuse. “You cannot be close to other alphas. An omega should know her place-“ 

“I heard enough,” you drop your fork and get up from your chair to pour your wine into his face. “You are not worth my time.”

Before you leave, you ask the waiter to pack up your dinner, and dessert. “You’re such a bitch.”

“Says the guy breaking up with me after he fucked a stripper three days ago,” you coo in his ear. “Did you think what you did with her wouldn’t get back to me? I took pictures of most of the girls at the club for their website.”

He gapes at you. “Why would you go out for dinner with me then?”

“A free meal is a free meal, sweetheart,” you pat his cheek. “Aw, don’t look at me like this. I was hungry and you looked ready to pay any price to get rid of me.”

You turn your attention toward the waiter, giving him twenty bucks as he hands you your food. 

“What a waste of time and energy,” you look at your phone. “I should’ve known better than agreeing to go on a blind date with that asshole.” You block his number and delete the few pictures you took of him.

Liability. Complicated. Unlovable. The words swirl in your mind as you scroll through the numbers on your phone. 

You need something to take the edge off. Anything.

“Voulez-vous,” you whisper as your eyes land on the number you haven’t called for a long time. “Maybe tonight I want to…”

You press dial and hold your breath. The seconds tick by until you finally hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“Welcome to voulez-vous. Our alphas will be right there for you,” a cheery voice coos in your ear. “Do you already have a favorite?”

“I want 67 only, please,” you close your eyes and pray that your favorite alpha is available tonight. You need his voice and calming words. 

“He will be right there for you. Please hold the line,” she talks about the payment and wants your credit card details next. You don’t care. All you want is to hear his voice.

“Hello sweetheart,” your heart jumps in your chest as his voice fills your senses. You fall back on your couch and forget about the douche you wasted two months on. “What can I do for you?”

“Another bad date,” he hums as you start talking about your day. You know it’s unusual to call a sex hotline to only talk. But 67 doesn’t seem to mind. He whispers soothing words and encourages you to never change. “He said I’m a liability and a little too much.”

“He’s an idiot, sweetheart. Never let an alpha tell you that you are not perfect the way you are.”

“I have missed you.”

You bite your tongue. He must’ve heard to oddest things leave his clients’ lips.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. You’re the one making my day better.”

“I’m just another needy omega wanting something from you,” you whisper. “But it makes me feel better when I can talk to you. Less lonely.”

He’s silent for a moment. “If you need to hear my voice, you can always call me.”

For money. You think, but don’t say the words. He’s your shelter and helps you cope when everything gets too much. “I know,” you say instead. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he purrs, and you gasp. He never did this before. Not once. “I mean it, sweetheart. If you need me, I’ll be here.”

“I’ll call again if I need you.”

He hums as try to find the strength to end the call. “I can give you my number.”

“What?” you splutter.

“My private number, sweetheart. This way, you don’t have to pay to talk to a friend. If you are lonely, or just need to talk about your day. Give me a call.”

“I don’t want another blind date, Lisa,” you huff as your friend wants to set you up with someone you don’t know. “I give up on dating for a while.”

“He’s nice,” she hastily says. “He’s your age, maybe two years elder. A little cocky, tall and handsome. You will like him.”

“Maybe. But I’m fairly sure he won’t like me,” she gasps at your words. “It’s true, Lis. None of the alphas I met understood me, or even tried. It’s always my job, or believing, or scent…I don’t know.”

Another week later you get ready for your new client. You prefer painting the little things that inspire you. But inspiration and love don’t pay bills. 

For a moment, you take your time to look at the empty canvas. You sigh as you’ll spend the better of the day painting some rich guy’s face, or ass. Whatever your new client prefers.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” walking toward the alpha hiring you and put on your sweetest smile. “I’m Y/N, you called.”

“Yeah, uh-“ he nervously chuckles. “I called, but I need a picture of me and my brother. My mother wants a painting of her sons for years. It’s a birthday gift.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” it’s kind of sweet that the tall alpha offering his hand to you wants to fulfill his mother’s wish. “Will your brother be here soon?”

“He should be here in a few,” the alpha says. “I’m Sam. Sam Winchester.” He offers a soft smile. “I admired one of your paintings at the local gallery and just knew you must paint us.”

“Sammy, man. That parking lot looks suspicious,” you gasp as a familiar voice catches your attention. “I hope no one touches my Baby.”

“Your baby,” the alpha grins as you look at him, eyes widening in shock. “Sir, if you got a baby, you should bring it here.”

“He means his car, miss,” Sam softly says. “My brother loves his car dearly. Maybe that’s the reason for him being single.”

“Hi, the name’s Dean,” he holds out his hand. You whimper as you know, this is the man you were talking to on the phone for months. “Did Sammy tell you about his idea?”

“Yeah, uh-kinda.”

You try to not stumble over your words. He can never know that you recognized his voice. You cannot embarrass him in front of his brother. Maybe Sam doesn’t know about his brother’s profession.

“That’s great, sweetheart,” you involuntary shudder. Dean dips his head as he watches your reaction to his voice. “Do you paint cars too?”

“Cars,” he suddenly stands a little closer to you. “Why?”

“He loves his car and tries to find out if you are willing to paint it for him,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Dean, can you just not.”

“Maybe you can paint me and my car,” Dean grins. “Me naked on top of my beloved Baby.”

“No problem,” you retort as you step closer to Dean. “I paint nudes all the time. I’m a photographer too. If you are interested in pictures of you and your car.”

“A cocky one, Sammy,” the alpha snickers. “I’ll go for a painting of me and my Baby. Can we make an appointment today?”

“I need to check my schedule first.”

“You can give me a call too, sweetheart. Anytime,” his eyes sparkle as you purse your lips. “I’ll never leave you hanging.”

That bastard knows…

Sam left some minutes ago to meet up with his fiancé, leaving you alone with his elder brother. Now the cocky alpha tries to talk to you.

“So, you’re an artist drawing nudes of dudes,” Dean chuckles as you cover the painting of the brothers. “Does painting nudes pay well?

“And you work for an omega sex hotline,” you shoot back.

“Fair enough,” he laughs. 

“Why?”

“It was meant to be a way to pay a few bills. After I started my own business, I did it for fun. You know, I like dirty talk, and phone sex,” he whispers lowly. “Why did you call?”

“Your voice calmed me.”

“Sweetheart,” he steps closer to whisper in your, “if you want to, I’ll calm you any time of the day…”

>> Part 2

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[eisforeidolon]

I think it is an honest attempt to rather go to a con to face the actor you hate and question him directly rather than sitting in own room and bitching day and night. If any anti really goes to the NYCC and asks Jensen 'uncomfortable' questions that can give a little light on the shady prequel, I would appreciate them. But I don't think anyone is that involved with their fandom-hate really that they would spend a hell lot of money just to ask something to a person they don't like. Except those certain rabid Hellers of course who have lost the sense of line between reality and tv.

I think fans should be respectful to the actors, even ones I don't like. However I don't see asking hard questions is being inherently disrespectful, a lot depends on attitude and phrasing. That said? I also think any fan who has convinced themselves they have the magic question to back Jensen into a corner over this is just as deluded as the hellers trying it for years over their ship. If Jensen & Co. are planning to give more concrete details at that con, they will. If they aren't? He'll tap dance around it just like he did to the fan at JibCon who asked for specifics of what'd be in the first season.

Still no idea why they're going with this particular strategy of trying to keep everything a big secret, especially when fans are so up in arms about it. Maybe it's intentional, to keep people riled up and talking about it in a whole 'no bad publicity' way? Maybe it really is just as simple as reading the room wrong. While I've personally just kind of thrown my hands up and stopped paying attention for the most part, I get the frustration and incredulity at this as a concept and as a strategy. But if this is what they've chosen to go with, rando fan #219 can make up all the hard hitting questions they want or misrepresent everything that was said ... and it's going to make all the difference of a fart in the wind.

Going to a con, where in this case it's not a panel for SPN but for TW, as a fan who hates that and Jensen? Is weirder than just bitching online and I don't see anything particularly honest about it. Even if someone is on SM day and night, I presume they're still doing other shit in between posts. I'm on and off here all the time - but I'm also chatting to friends, working, writing, doing other hobbies, etc. Someone going to NYCC just to seethe about how much they hate Jensen and TW is specifically dedicating that time a lot more wholly to that one thing - in addition to the money they're blowing. And yeah, the money is the part that really drives it over the cliff into WTF Even? territory. Again, like the hellers who bid insane amounts on Jensen's first M&G after the show ended because they'd convinced themselves he totes hated the finale and was being ~*sexily silent*~ about it (despite what he was literally saying in interviews) and was going to reveal all to them!? You can make up all the fantasies in your head you want. You can paint as absurd of a narrative of what actually happened and what it ~*really means*~ as vividly as you like. But at the end of the day, you're just stewing in your hatred for hours to ultimately be easily refuted by other more honest attendees who don't have an agenda easily visible from space. So honestly if they were straight up lying about going it would be less weird, but I think it's an artificial line to assume only hellers are that desperate to try and "prove" some kind of point - there's more than enough crazy in this fandom to go around even if certain corners do have a higher concentration of it.

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

TW: 1x02 "Teach Your Children Well"

Disclaimer: It goes without saying, if you don't like, don't read. And as I always say, criticism of a show does not equate to criticism of actors (or executive producers) as people so if you choose to continue, please leave all stan-age (in particular, AA baggage) at the door.

Written by: Robbie Thompson & David H. Goodman Directed by: John F. Showalter

Rating: 3/10

Pros: Song choices; more usage of other characters; better costuming & overall look (John F. Showalter coming in helped tremendously I think); more realistic characterizations (i.e. Millie); Carlos (& Jojo being better settled into the role compared to the pilot)

Cons: The show is still struggling to find its identity (i.e. Dean's voiceover; SPN links) & core audience -> on-the-nose writing which can alienate an older audience they're shooting for; not enough usage of other characters (i.e. Ada)

Opening sequence feels like it’s trying to be SPN (as I said before it’s trying too hard)

Dean voiceover was unnecessary (and it still doesn’t sound like Dean) tho I will say that those specific lines are interesting - but too on the nose when in combination with the dialogue later on in the episode

Titles should be different; I get they’re going for the SPN feel but when is this show going to attempt to forge its own identity? Especially since it’s upending canon for the entirety of its series that will only come back to canon at the very end somehow?

Now Mary has Mary hair, good (and this didn’t happen in the pilot why?)

What is it with the daddy issues? Again, it’s trying too hard to be SPN - it’s one thing now that we have Mary and John both having that, but now the random characters do too? I get we're going with the theme of the episode, but come on

“Why wouldn’t he try to contact you, Mary?” “This is his way of contacting me” - so leaving zombies lying around, a couple still able to attack, and a shotgun shell is better than a note or postcard? Okay then (almost makes me miss the coordinates copying from SPN they did in the pilot) - Samuel so far is a lot more alike to SPN John then I think any of us realized, fathers of the year

Glad to see Ada, Latika, and Carlos getting to be in on the action - also glad to see Carlos get a kill compared to that pilot (though John is able to handle himself due to being a trained vet but Carlos can’t handle himself being an experienced hunter & needs Mary’s help in the beginning? seriously? can we stop downplaying everyone else in favor of John and Mary? I get they're the two leads but shouldn't John be learning from the other three?)

Can someone explain to me why the WOC are damsels in distress when they’re incredibly smart & Ada has MoL connections? Especially with what we see later on for Ada?

Good on you for calling Mary out, Carlos - telling Ada to do the bitch work while everyone else leaves? Ridiculous “i’m following in my father’s footsteps” yeah and he’s an asshole, we’ve established that

Another John/Mary moment in a car, let them have their own original moments for Pete's sake - again, trying too hard to be SPN (Sam and Dean had their own thing, stop trying to carbon copy that; this literally feels like the equivalent of copying the answers from the kid sitting next to you in class)

So there’s a little more chemistry this time around between John and Mary but still feels forced rather than an organic build-up

“It’s your dad all over again” - there’s the concerned mother Millie I was looking for in the pilot - too bad she already said what she said in the pilot because now it just feels inconsistent and like whiplash

Thank you, Carlos, for doing the right thing and attempting to give John and Millie a little bit of privacy

John, seriously, even pre-loss you can be a dick - you ran away from home to join the Marines and lied about your age, now you’re running off to kill monsters, just like your dad - for real? Give the woman a break

“I think I just prefer the less talkey more punchey side of hunting” - omg who the hell writes this stuff?

Musician names as false identities - sigh - but it’s a different genre of rock so to speak & they're not playing at Federal agents so it gets a pass

So John and Mary are now talking to the dad while Carlos and Latika are stuck in the hotel room? Can I ask what even is the point of having these characters if they’re only there to push the white leads’ narrative along? Why would we even need to learn their names or see them interact? - seriously, this show needs to do better

Carlos singing scene was funny for a second and good transition into the commune scene (and song - great choice that showcases the era!) but the extra scenes interspersed of them messing around, with the commune members weren’t needed (it just ended up making the montage awkward in the end)

How is it that Mary is so gung ho for John to be a hunter after in the pilot she kept pushing him away, warning him that he didn't want a hunter's life? And while we’re on the subject, didn’t Mary not want to be a hunter and wanted to break away according to what was said in SPN? But now she's trying to be like her dad & follow in his footsteps? You can't explain that away with her trying to find her father - there's something else at play there 

For Mary to be a lead character, she sure is unlikeable so far in this series; now we know why we got the “head honcho” promo

Good for you, Carlos - gotta say I’m really starting to like him (and of course I love Latika, to me she’s more well-rounded than Mary so far)

“I’m just trying not to keel over from the shock” Okay, it’s official - Carlos is one of my favorites (and Jojo felt a little more settled into their role in this episode)

Interesting that Mary actually works with Carlos and Latika as a team when John is not present

Okay, I’m sorry, the entity engages in their tentacle-branch arms for everything else but suddenly decides to go three rounds in a boxing match with John? For real?

I will say that I really am loving Bianca in this one (loved her in Dawson’s Creek and it’s nice to see her again, now in this role)

Omg the reply “I just have to believe in myself” - L A M E - just another example of them swinging the pendulum towards the new generation side (which would be fine if they would just stick to one audience)

Showing Carlos and Latika struggling to free Barry five feet away from John getting his ass kicked is just…I don’t even have the word for it tbh - it’s just ridiculous

I’m still confused about the whole John knowing about the MoL thing - not because of the clash with canon but because Millie knows about it and while John isn’t a kid anymore, how can she just be okay with John hunting? Hunting that we learned from SPN is dangerous & most hunters would die before the age of 30 in a gruesome way, so how is she okay with it? How is Samuel okay with Mary doing it? I just don’t get it

So basically Ada is a trove of info but was relegated to the sidelines - how is that good diverse representation? Or even good storytelling?

The show’s take on automatic writing was interesting - I wonder though, did the paranormal community know that or use it back in the 70’s? Asking for a friend

Cloaked and hooded figure collecting essences of defeated monsters? Is this the Big Bad? Like the role Bridget Regan was supposed to play?

Ending scene was nice though it could have been a few moments longer I think (for the group, Millie’s was good and the right length as was the mystery figure’s)

I think if anything, this episode proves that the show still has no idea what their target audience is - I think they’re trying to get both SPN fans & a new younger generation of fans (based on the writing, the cliche on-the-nose aha moment Mary has, etc, which also explains Meg Donnelly's casting) - hopefully, as they continue, they’ll figure it out and what their identity is, and stick to one target audience so they can focus on it and everything will come together more cohesively 

Monsters: not scary (but I don’t think it was meant to be due to the emotional aspect of it)

Chemistry: Mary & Carlos, Carlos & Latika, Millie & John

Theme of episode: children breaking away from their parents (Dean’s voiceover; victims) -- I'm taking note of this because I think when the season is said and done, it should be interesting to line all of these up and see exactly what Robbie is trying to accomplish here

Ending thoughts: This episode was better than the pilot but it still has a long way to go; there was definitely a difference from the look of this episode to the last (I think that’s John F. Showalter coming through as well as the producers they brought in)

[girlboylnt]

spn era continues

...i totally forgot what i was gonna say but I'm trying to stop using my phone so much so I uninstalled tumble but kept watching spn and didn't have anywhere to say all this shit so I might post what I wrote in my notes app later

anyway s6ep10 caged heat Why do we need to see cas learning about porn oh dear god also he's right he's busy leave him out of this sam is a fucking asshole he doesn't owe you as much as you owe him you're being a little bitch fuck you sam get run over by a truck challange smh i can't believe he's such an asshole he used to be my favourite character he just can't catch a break the writers have a fucking boner for dehumanizing the poor guy also dean can't catch a fucking break either because sam keeps getting dehumanized and it's fucking painful to watch over and over again and getting worse and worse like 1. he runs away from home 2. he's a psychic??? that's not even real what's wrong with him 3. oh no it's demon related 4. oh no he's gonna turn into a killing machine 4. oh no he actually ate demon blood there is actual demon blood running thru him 5. oh no he associates with demons 6. oh no he keeps choosing demons over me 7. oh no he's dead 8. oh no he's way too ruthless now 9. oh no he's fucking a demon 10. oh no he drinks demon blood 11. oh no he's THE FUCKING VESSEL OF SATAN THAT'S GONNA BRING ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE AND THAT'S HIS DESTINY AND THERE'S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT 12. oh no he's in an inescapable hell 13. oh no he came back wrong (didn't even tell me abt it) 14. ooohh okay he like actually fr doesn't have a soul anymore that's great i love that so much yiippee 15. he doesn't even want his soul back<3333333 best time of my life rn<33333333

AND I FORGOT TO MENTION THE PART WHERE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO LEAD AN ARMY OF DEMONS MY BAD FORGOT TO MENTION IT

also very sad that i used to relate to sam he was so real for that

but now that i think abt it i think it was not rlly him having a #relatable moment or me having a #kinnie moment it was just that they treated his little "doomed by the narrative" moment like an addiction so yeah that's it lmao good for them for including realistic depictions of that?? not rllly but whatever lol

also robert singer is a producer on the show??? like bobby singer like the character hello what's going on here

on that note i really loved weekend at bobby's like damn right the man can't catch a fucking break let's put some respect on his name!!

anyway

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Welcome to Being a Girl - Dean Winchester Oneshot

Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

Rating: 18+

Tags: body swap, spell, crack, smut, masturbation (M&F), dirty talking, use of sex toys

WC: ± 4.2K

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A/Ns: There is a sequel to this fic, written by the lovely @wonder-cole that you should DEFINITELY check out!!

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As you slowly wake up, your whole body feels heavier than usual, and you groan as you roll onto your side. Something feels weird, and as you blink your eyes open and stare at the wall ahead of you, you try to figure it out. Maybe it was just a weird dream, it’s just... something feels different, and you still can’t put your finger on it. You reach up and rub at your face, your hands feeling large and more calloused than usual. It’s then you realise that you’re not in your own bedroom, you’re in Dean’s. You sit up a little and quickly look to the other side of the bed, expecting to see him there. Fuck did you actually sleep with the man you’ve had a hard crush on for the last several months and not remember it?! But the bed beside you is empty, and Dean’s nowhere to be found. Then why the hell are you in Dean’s bed?

You glance down your body, wondering if you’re fully clothed at least, but as you look you realise very quickly that’s not your body. You reach up to grope your own chest but there’s nothing there, and when you lift the covers and look underneath, all you’re wearing is a pair of small black boxer shorts and there’s something inside. The scream that leaves your mouth is several tones lower than your usual voice, and you practically fall out of bed and straighten up, realising you’re taller than usual too. Holding your hands out in front of you, you look at them carefully. Being a hunter means you’ve never been one for long, pretty manicured nails, but they definitely aren’t your hands. Too chunky and manly, and given the fact that there’s something creating a slight bulge in your boxers and your breasts are missing, you realise very quickly that you must be a man somehow.

You rush to the mirror in Dean’s room and almost fall over getting to it, but once you do, and you see your reflection, you yell again. It’s not even you, you’re not just some male version of yourself – you’re Dean. You lean closer to the mirror, staring right back at green eyes and noticing freckles dusted along your cheeks and nose. What the fuck is going on?! This is just some really messed up dream, any second now you’re going to wake up in your own bed, in your own body and everything will be fine. Sam. Sam will know what to do. If this isn’t a dream then it has to be a spell or a curse, and he’ll know the antidote, surely? He can at least find it.

But before you can storm out of your – Dean’s – bedroom in only a pair of boxers, you remember that you – real you – and Sam are actually in another state right now, supposedly hunting a – that little bitch. You clamber around Dean’s bedroom and find his cell, dialling Sam’s number as quickly as you can. Your heart – or you suppose, Dean’s heart – is thudding as you wait for Sam to answer.

“Dean? You know we’re like three hours behind, right?” Sam yawns.

“Sam, I’m not Dean,” you explain quickly, “Dean is there with you.”

“What the– Dean what are you talking about?” Sam strains out, his voice still thick with sleep. “I know I sound like Dean, but I’m not… just wake me– Y/N up,” you demand, panicked.

“What the hell is going on? Have you taken something?” Sam huffs. “Wait, what the fuck have you done with my brother if you’re not Dean?” Sam asks immediately, suddenly clearly in protective brother mode.

“Sammy?” You can hear your own voice sound out. “Wait why does my voice– SAMMY!” You’re relieved to hear Dean freaking out in the background, because at least that means that you’re not going crazy. Somehow – three guesses thanks to the witch you’ve been tracking – Dean is now you and you are now Dean. “Sammy, why the fuck do I have tits?!”

“What the hell is going on?!” Sam shouts.

“Somehow, I’ve woken up in Dean’s body and Dean’s obviously woken up in mine,” you explain, irritably.

“DUDE, MY DICK IS GONE!”

“Dean, calm down, this is just some spell, clearly.”

“Is that Y/N? Is she in my body? Is everything okay?!” Dean panics.

“Yes, everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this and get you back in your own bodies, okay?” he seemingly tells both of you.

You feel a little calmer that Sam’s now on the case, and you take some deep breaths and tell yourself it’ll be fine. You can be a dude for the day, it’s no issue.

“Sam, put Dean on the phone,” you demand.

“Yeah?” your own voice sounds down the phone.

“Dean, I swear to God you better not do anything to hurt my body. I mean, preferably, just don’t touch it.”

“What about when I need to pee?!

“Well obviously you need to pee!” You argue, sighing. “Just… in and out,” you tell him.

“Right, okay,” he confirms.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me not to look and touch?” you prompt.

“Nope, I’ve not got anything to be embarrassed about, see for yourself,” your voice giggles.

“Oh, gross, Dean,” you complain.

“Take it on a test drive for all I care. You’ve always wanted to have a dick for a day, right? I’ve heard most girls wanna know what it’s like,” Dean continues.

“I’m hanging up now, just don’t be a creep. Tell Sam to call me with any news.”

You grimace as you throw Dean’s phone down onto the bed. Well, looks like you’re stuck like this for however long it takes for Sam to find the cure. You can just imagine Dean now, looking down your top at your boobs just because he can. Just the thought makes you feel violated. You sigh and start to look around his room for some clothes to dress in, but everything you pick up smells or is dirty.

“Dude, seriously?” you huff quietly to yourself, dropping a funky smelling shirt. You head over to Sam’s bedroom, knowing he’ll have something in there at least, and finally find a plain black t-shirt that doesn’t smell like sweat or beer. You pull it on and then rummage for some pants, finding a pair of sweatpants that’ll do the trick. They’re slightly too long on the leg, but they’ll do at least for now. You can’t help but notice that Dean’s clothes aren’t the only thing that smells though, and you crinkle your nose as you head towards the bathroom.

You stop as you step up to the toilet, and realise that this is gonna be different. Do you actually have to hold it? Aim it in the right direction? Dean didn’t seem bothered about you seeing or touching it, but you feel like you’re violating him in so many ways. But you do really need to pee. Your eyes land on the bathtub and the shower overhead and you purse your lips. Dean does need to take a shower, and maybe you could just pee whilst you shower so you don’t have to touch it. And you don’t have to look either. You can just stand under the water and clean yourself. You’re happy with your solution and lean over to turn the shower on, letting the water warm up and you strip your – Dean’s, no, Sam’s – clothes, and make a point of not looking between Dean’s legs as you step into the shower and under the water.

The majority of the shower goes pretty well, you’re able to avoid looking at and touching Dean’s pride and joy, and step out and grab a towel, enjoying the novelty of only needing to wrap a towel around your waist, though your chest does feel a little chilly as you head back towards Dean’s room with Sam’s clothes in hand. You thankfully find new boxers that aren’t the ones you woke up in and place them with the shirt and sweats on the bed, before starting to dry yourself off. You don’t think much of rubbing over your – Dean’s – body with the towel until you get to drying the tops of your legs. Your hand rubs against your crotch and you feel a slight throb between your legs. You continue, more cautiously this time, but apparently the thing isn’t gonna stop. Jesus, who knew they were so sensitive? You barely even touched it. It’s not like Dean’s a teenage boy and just pitches a tent for no random reason.

But then you consider the fact you’ve just been rubbing your hands all over Dean’s naked body. Something you’ve dreamed about doing a lot since you met the green eyed hunter, and who are you kidding? It might not be exactly respectful, and you’ve been trying your best to pretend you don’t wanna see it, but you are curious. Besides, right now, you guess it’s your body. You’re the one that’s gotta look after it and make sure it’s doing okay for the next however long you’re stuck in there. And the idea of Dean getting your body off is kinda hot. Imagine him unable to resist looking, and then touching. Fuck. You need to stop even thinking about it, between your legs feels heavier than before, and when you finally look down your body, you see it.

“Fuck,” you gasp out. Dean hadn’t been lying when he said he had nothing to be embarrassed about. It still looks like it’s growing more, a slight tugging feeling as it starts to bob a little in front of you. He’s fairly thick, and a decent length, though admittedly, you’ve never seen a dick from this angle before. And now you just need to work out how to make it go away, because your head is feeling slightly fuzzy as you stare at it, and you’re extremely tempted to touch it, just to know what it feels like for a man when he has an erection. Like a science experiment. Yeah, it’s a science experiment. You’re never gonna have this opportunity again. And it would come in useful to know how different things feel, just out of curiosity, and maybe it’ll help when you’re with guys in the future. Plus, Dean did say you could take it on a test drive.

No, you can’t do that. You can’t just touch it, it’s not yours to touch, even if you have thought – in great detail – about touching it before. Dean was probably joking about the test drive thing. You just need it to go away. Don’t guys think about dead kittens or something? You decide to try it, but your mind just keeps drifting back to the issue and how you could resolve it – fuck. What’s something that Dean doesn’t like? Imagine Sam naked, that’ll do it. He’s probably muscly everywhere, and hey, any girl would be blind to not see how attractive that guy is. You try to imagine what his cock would look like. Would it be thicker like Dean’s? Longer maybe. You feel a throb between your legs and notice that it’s not helping. Ew, does Dean like his own brother?!

You huff, frustrated, and grab Dean’s cell again, opting to call your own number.

“Yeah?” comes your own voice. Still weird.

“Urm, I’ve got a problem and I don’t know how to get rid of it,” you explain awkwardly.

“What kind of problem? Is everything okay? What have you done?” Dean panics.

“I didn’t do anything! I was showering and then it just… appeared,” you grunt out in Dean’s deeper voice.

“Oh, that kind of problem? Did you find my porn under the bed?”

“What? No! How do I get rid of it?! I tried thinking of Sam naked and it got worse!”

“What?!” Your own voice is two pitches higher. “Well did you try thinking of someone fucking Baby up?” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to imagine some guy taking a crowbar to Baby’s hood and then the windows, but all you can see is muscle and –

“Nope, didn’t work,” you conclude, looking down at it.

“Okay, so I mean, just because it’s my body, doesn’t mean that it’ll respond to what I like, right? It’s a mental thing, and it’s your mind,” Dean explains.

“Okay, makes sense. So I just think about something that turns me off?”

“Yeah, I guess,” comes Dean’s reply. You hear Sam asking if something’s wrong in the background.

“Don’t you dare tell him!” you hiss out. Dean chuckles, and then you hear him – you – telling Sam it’s fine and he’s stepping outside.

“Listen, just, you know… sort it out, it’s not a big deal,” he finally tells you.

“Dean! No, I can’t just… no!” you protest.

“It’s the quickest way to get rid of it, trust me.” You sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of your – Dean’s – nose.

“Are you seriously telling me to jerk you off right now?”

“It’s kinda your body right now, just do it, it’s not a big deal.”

“Are you… Dean, does that mean that you’d… you know…”

“No, you told me not to, I won’t,” Dean assures you. “Okay, I know a quick way for you to get rid of it,” he adds.

“Okay, so urm… what do I do?” you ask, biting your bottom lip anxiously. You feel awkward just asking, but Dean just laughs easily on the other end.

“Okay, put me on speaker,” he instructs. You do as you’re told and place the phone down on the bed, sitting down next to it. “Okay, want you to wrap your one hand around the base, squeeze kinda hard.”

“Seriously?” you whine.

“Just do it,” Dean orders. You slowly reach down and wrap your hand around it, feeling it twitch a little in your grasp, and now your head feels even fuzzier. You involuntarily let out a whimper, and Dean chuckles – bastard. Moving your hand further down to the base, you start to squeeze like Dean had told you to.

“Okay, now what?” you ask, a little breathily.

“You urm, you wanna… take your other hand, wrap your fingers around the tip, just urm… just under the head.” You can hear your own voice getting breathy on the other end. “That’s the, urm...”

“Everything okay, Dean?” you check. Dean clears his throat.

“Yeah, fine it’s just… feel a little uncomfortable,” he confesses.

“I’m sorry. Listen this is weird, let’s just hang up and I’ll figure it out,” you tell him.

“No, urm… I mean like… between your legs has just got urm…”

“Oh,” you reply, eyes wide. “Are you… is this…”

“The idea of you touching it is kinda a turn on, okay?” Dean huffs.

“Really?” you ask, ludicrously. “What are you, fourteen?”

“It’s been a while, shut up.”

“You know technically it’s just you touching you right now,” you tease.

“Shit this is really uncomfortable, what do I do?” Dean grunts out.

“Ignore it,” you tell him. “We just both ignore it,” you conclude, telling yourself to let go of Dean’s dick. But you're not listening to yourself apparently, just gripping his cock and feeling it throb beneath your touch. Fuck, you’re a hypocrite.

“It feels like I’ve pissed myself down there, dude!”

“Dean, you know how many times I’ve had to ignore it? Deal with it,” you huff.

“Okay, okay, we’ll ignore it,” Dean replies.

“Okay, I’m gonna let go of it and we’ll just pretend this never happened,” you confirm.

“Hey, I’m gonna head into town and chase up some leads, you coming?” Sam’s voice sounds out.

“I urm, need to stay here for a bit,” you hear Dean reply.

“Okay, urm... sure, I’ll call you with news,” Sam replies.

“Why didn’t you go?” you ask Dean once you hear the truck door.

“Are you kidding? I need to change my underwear,” he complains.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” you roll your eyes.

“It’s like a fucking slip and slide down there. Jesus, does this happen every time?”

“I think you’re being dramatic, Dean.”

“Have you let go of my dick yet?” Dean asks next.

“What? Urm, yeah,” you lie, looking down to see you’re still holding it. Fuck.

“You’re such a hypocrite. What because I’m a dude you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”

“You want me to say you can touch me? Fine,” you snap back, your guilty conscience coming into play.

“What, really?” Dean chokes out. You look down at Dean’s hand still around his cock and sigh. He has got a point.

“Yeah, just… be respectful, yeah? Sort out the issue and don’t touch again,” you order.

“Yeah, just gotta get it done. I won’t even enjoy it, promise.”

“Okay, good.” There’s silence, and then you clear your throat, “so I’ll sort out my problem, you sort out yours, we’ll forget all about this, deal?”

“Deal,” Dean confirms. “Okay, bye.”

You hang up and sigh. You’d be a liar if you said that you couldn’t ignore the issue. It’s just an excuse, some bullshit justification for the fact that you’re about to jerk off the guy you’ve been crushing on for so long. And you can’t help but think about whether that’s the case for Dean too. What if he just wants to touch you? What if he likes you? He did just get aroused by the thought of you touching him. He tried to play it off as it being a while, but what if it was specifically you that made it hot for him? You bite down on your bottom lip and remember Dean telling you to use your second hand to grip under the head. Slowly reaching for it, you do as he’d said, feeling it throb beneath your grip. You move your thumb and start to rub in little circles under the base of the head, almost instinctively, and an involuntary moan escapes your lips, and the sound of Dean’s voice all breathy and choked like that only turns you on more. Okay, so Dean likes that.

You slowly loosen your grip at the tip and start to work your hand up and down, figuring out that twisting it a little feels better than just a straight up and down motion. You continue to grip the very base with the other hand – your thumb wrapped over the top, your fingers splayed and wrapping around Dean’s balls slightly, which feels pretty damn good. You continue to jerk, testing different speeds and grip strengths, and figuring out what feels the best, and you make mental notes every time you do something that feels good, just for future reference in case you ever need it. A light sweat is breaking out over your body as you continue to experiment, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to what you assume is sweet relief, when Dean’s cell ringing breaks your concentration.

You glance down to see your own name on the screen.

“Yeah?” you reply breathily.

“Going well then?” Dean chuckles.

“What do you want, Dean? I think I was close,” you grunt out frustrated.

“Urm, I… it’s not happening,” he replies awkwardly.

“What isn’t?”

“You know… the big… poooof moment.”

“Well, what are you doing?” you ask, now just stroking the length lazily to try and keep the feeling from completely disappearing. You’re not starting this from the beginning.

“Well I’m you know... using two fingers…”

“Wow, Dean, you really are a fourteen year old. Have you ever gotten a girl off?”

“Yeah, of course I have! But it’s different when I’m with a girl as opposed to being one.”

You roll your eyes and smirk gently, realising he’s got a point.

“Have you touched the clit at all?” you ask, feeling a little more over the awkwardness of him touching you, especially because you’ve been thinking about it most of the time you’ve been jerking off. The thought of Dean touching you like that is incredibly arousing.

“Kinda, it felt funny,” he explains.

“Okay, well funny is kinda good. Put me on speaker, I’ll talk you through it.” You hear rustling, and Dean tells you to continue. “So take your fingers out, and just softly rub the clit in small circles,” you explain. You can hear the very soft whimpers, “you wanna rub more to the left,” you add.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s the spot. Okay, keep rubbing, and now with your other hand, push one finger inside.” You can hear Dean’s voice bleeding out of you, and the sound of him saying these things is only edging you closer again, so you start to jerk a little harder and faster.

“Jesus, that feels good.” “Good, keep going, add another finger,” you instruct.

“Okay… fuck.” You chuckle at the sound of your own voice being so breathy and whiny. It’s not as much of a turn off as you’d thought it would be, especially knowing that it’s Dean feeling that good.

“Did you work out the thumb thing yet?” he asks.

“Little circles under the head? Yeah,” you giggle. “Okay, how wet is it?” you ask next, feeling more and more aroused and less and less awkward as the time goes on.

“Pretty wet,” he replies, your voice choked.

“Add a third finger, feels more like cock,” you explain. “Especially one like yours.” You bite your bottom lip, not even slightly embarrassed about what you’ve said, especially when you hear Dean moaning louder. “Keep rubbing that clit, you’ve found the sweet spot, right?”

“Ye-yeah, shit I think so, I can’t imagine it feeling better than this,” he laughs breathlessly.

“It does, when you’re being fucked, properly.” Dean’s cock twitches in your hand.

“You wanna feel what it’s like for me?” he asks. “Under the bed, there’s a fleshlight and lube.”

You waste no time looking under Dean’s bed and finding a box that holds some porn mags. You take them out to reveal condoms, lube, some cockrings and most importantly the fleshlight.

“Got it?” he checks.

“Yeah,” you reply, getting back on the bed, before squeezing some lube and slicking Dean’s whole length with it. You bite Dean’s bottom lip as you grab the fleshlight and start to push it down over his cock. It’s a weird sensation, but it feels incredible. It’s tight, little ridges inside that hug his length in all the right ways.

“Fuck,” you whimper out, the sound of Dean’s voice that strained only makes his cock throb harder.

“Feels good, huh?” he asks, “always imagined you were tighter, though.” Dean’s comment makes you buck your hips up into the toy deeper and you moan loudly.

“You’ve thought about me?”

“Baby I didn’t need a fleshlight before you moved in, gotta stick my dick somewhere when I think about this perfect little body of yours.”

You’re pretty sure he’s about to finish you off with the dirty talking alone. It doesn’t matter to you that it’s your voice, you know that their Dean’s words and that’s enough. Well, two can play that game.

“Shame I didn’t pack my dildo,” you smirk, trying to regain composure, “It’s about the same size as you.”

“I’d rather use your fingers, get them nice and deep,” he responds breathily.

“You don’t wanna know how you’d make me feel sinking your cock inside me?” you ask, unable to keep your own moans at bay at the very thought.

“I already know I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. Don’t forget sweetheart, I know this little body better than any other man now. I know your sweet spots, I can feel how close I’m getting you already.”

“Fuck, Dean, you gonna make that body of mine cum on my fingers?” you ask, squeezing your eyes shut as Dean’s balls tighten along with the muscles deep in his stomach, and you’re so close yourself. “Because you’re about to cum deep in this toy.”

“Fuck baby, that’s it, squeeze my balls when you’re cumming, trust me,” he tells you. You waste no time reaching down and squeezing gently. Fuck, he’s right. You make yet another mental note, and then you feel a relief wash over you with every throb of his cock inside the tight toy.

“Holy fuck, I think I’m gonna… shit,” you can hear the very telling signs in your own voice that Dean’s close. You know how you sound when you’re about to cum.

“Keep rubbing, don’t stop,” you instruct, and Dean screams out and then there’s heavy panting.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” he finally tells you. You chuckle, pulling the toy off of Dean’s cock and watching as it very slowly deflates on his stomach. “Urm, Y/N?” he asks next.

“Yeah?” you reply, still out of breath and still on an adrenaline high from the dirty talking and climax.

“I think I could go again,” he replies.

You laugh. “Welcome to being a girl.”

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