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megumidreams · 2 years
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Hello! 👋 May I please request a Megumi x reader where they are super tired but also very horny so they settle for cockwarming while sleeping? Thank you~
You're very welcome. Enjoy nonny, I hope you like it. 😌
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Compromise || {NSFW} M. Fushiguro x fem!Reader
TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, x fem!Reader, aged up characters (21+), NSFW content do not read if you don't want to see it, cock warming, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), pet names (my love, darling, good girl, baby girl), minors dni
Word Count: 1k
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The ache between your legs had been wild since the two of you had returned home from dinner. It had been such a long night but the way Megumi's dress shirt had looked on him had left you reeling and ready to maul him. And the way your new outfit had looked on you made his cock twitch in his pants as he tried to hide his desire from everyone around the table. How had he even let you get out of the house like that?
As his arms wrapped around you his hips pushed forward, almost on their own, as he took a deep breath. He had to get himself under control, he was exhausted and now wasn't the time. He could tell that you were too.
The push of his hips made you whimper softly, his ears catching it instantly as you felt his cock twitch against your ass. Your hips pushed back into him, inciting another whine from you. Your body felt like it had been taken over as if someone else was in control. Your thighs rubbed together as you tried to ease the desire between them, trying to get a sense of friction to nulify it.
Megumi's voice was breathy and sharp as he spoke to you, his lips touching the skin of your neck gently. "Fuck, I can't take this. I-I need you so bad."
Your tongue ran across your lips as you nodded, knowing that you needed him just as badly. But your body was nearly shut down, the events of the day had been too much for you. "Megs," His nickname rolled off your lips so passionately, but even so he could hear the exhaustion behind it. "I'm so tired, I can't."
His hand slid down your side, caressing your ass as he took a handful. "Me too, darling. How about we have a compromise, yeah?" The desperation in his voice was enough to drive you crazy, the throbbing between your legs growing deeper. Megumi's hand pushed your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing over your folds teasingly. "Let me help both of us, just need to feel that pretty little cunt squeeze onto my cock. That's all, my love."
Nearly drooling at his words you found yourself agreeing, the front of his boxers pushing down as his tip grazed against your entrance. Your body jolted a little, extra sensitive to the touch as you mewled for him. "Need you inside me, Megs. Please, can't take it anymore."
That was all the begging he needed as he pushed himself inside of you. The sensation of your soaked cunt engulfing him made a low growl sound in his chest even though he tried so hard to hold it back. His cock stuffed you, your walls closing around it as you let out a small, sinful nose for his ears only. You wanted to stay like this, wanted that to be it, but just knowing that it was killing the both of you made it so hard.
Megumi's hips bucked up into yours, slowly at first, but when you didn't stop him and didn't pull away they moved quicker. The least amount of effort that he could put in and still make the both of you feel on top of the world was exerted as he lazily ruts his hips against your ass.
Another whimper fell from you as you wrapped your arm around his head, playing with his hair. It was the small intimate times like this that Megumi loved the most. Your body against his, not able to get any closer to each other even if you had tried. Never able to tell where your body ended and his body began.
His hand grasped your chin, tilting your head so that he could capture your lips with his own, swallowing your words as you murmured them out for him. "I love you." It poured from you over and over as he took in the sound of it.
Every word that left your mouth traveled straight to his cock, the words some of his favorites to hear from you. Your glazed-over eyes as his cock pushed as far into you as he could get made the coil inside of him grow tighter and tighter. "Fuck, my love." He groaned against your lips and let your chin go, holding onto your hips to keep you from moving away from him. "So fucking close. Wanna feel you cum all over me. Be my good girl, huh?"
The warmth in your abdomen had your body on fire, every muscle burning as you felt his length hitting that spot deep inside you perfectly. "Mmmm, always a good girl for you Megs-ngh!"
With a filthy moan, you felt yourself let go, soaking his cock with your slick as he continued to roll his hips against you. A strangled sound came from the back of his throat as Megumi's nails dug into the skin of your waist, his cock twitching against your walls as he coated them white with his seed.
A familiar warmth flooded his chest as he heard you, knowing that you were all his, knowing that he never had to worry. Megumi started to pull away, stopping when your hand grabbed his thigh, a pleading whimper accompanying it. "D-don't, Megs. Stay."
He blinked quickly but didn't question it, keeping his cock buried inside of you as he gripped onto your sleepy figure. It hadn't been the first time that the two of you had stayed like this. Megumi had known what you meant the second that you had grabbed hold of him. He kissed the back of your head lovingly and nodded, breathing in the smell of your shampoo with a long inhale. "Good night, baby girl. Sweet dreams."
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dweetwise · 6 months
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The Long Con (part 1/6)
Happy Oktoberfest! 🍻 With the festival starting today in München, I figured it would be the perfect time to start posting this fic 🥰 Please also check out @ell-clavel's amazing riconti art that inspired me to write this AU in the first place 🧡 Rated G | 1.5k words | ao3 link [next]
"Man, look at all these people!"
Meg's grin was bright as she jogged past Ace and looked around in awe, her bow-adorned braids bouncing in time with her steps.
Ace hadn't expected quite this much of a crowd, either. It was only a Monday afternoon but the festival area was quickly filling up with groups flocking to the large beer tents or shopping at the stalls lining the central street.
He knew Oktoberfest was popular, but not this popular.
"I wonder if they're here to see Denson too." Ace smirked. "You might have some competition for the spot as her number one fan."
Meg's face scrunched up. "Shut up. You're the one who insisted on flying all the way out here, not me. Oh, look, there's a chocolate fruit stand!"
Ace smiled and bit back a snarky comment as Meg excitedly took in what the festival had to offer. The girl was an avid fan of country artist Kate Denson's work—Ace had a sneaking suspicion it was something she'd listened to with her late mother—and after an off-hand comment that Denson would be performing in Münich at this year's Oktoberfest?
Well, Ace simply hadn't been able to resist.
Just like he couldn't resist obnoxiously cooing, "Want me to buy you some choccy bananas?" when Meg kept eyeing the food stall.
Meg bristled. "I'm not fucking five years old."
"Really? Could have fooled me, with those pigtails."
"I'm just blending in," Meg said. 
She did a twirl to show off the rest of her outfit: a frilly top and floral bodice combined with full-length lambskin pants. She looked like she'd jumped straight out of one of those quaint paintings of a girl yodeling in the Alps.
"Which is more than I can say for some people," Meg snarked.
Unlike Meg’s outfit, Ace’s get-up had been thrown together on a budget. The fancy red waistcoat he’d…acquired from a casino’s staff room and it clashed horribly with the cheap fake bundhosen bought from a tourist shop. Hopefully, the random scarf and traditional Argentinian belt he’d tacked on would make it seem more like a fashion statement instead of an insult to Bavarian culture.
"So I took some creative liberties," Ace said.
"Yeah, that’s probably for the best." Meg smiled smugly. "You're about sixty years too old to pull off leather pants, anyway."
Ace gasped. "Attacked by my own protégé! The audacity!"
"Wonder where I learned that from," Meg said dryly. She looked around again. "I'm gonna go scope out the other tents before the concert."
"And here I thought you wanted me to hold your hand at baby's first festival."
Meg rolled her eyes and pointed at a large tent with something resembling a clock tower next to it. "That one looks the busiest. You go check it out and I'll come find you once I'm done."
Ah, ever efficient. Ace had taught her well.
"Remember to have some fun, too," Ace said. "All work and no play makes Meg a very dull girl!"
"And you remember what we're actually here for." Meg's piercing blue gaze bore into Ace's. "If I find you in a beer chugging contest again, so help me—"
"That was one time and the frat boys dared me!"
"Ace."
Ace smiled and shook his head. "Of course. Who do you take me for?"
Meg raised an eyebrow. "I bet I can score more than you."
"Oh, really?" Ace countered. "Maybe whoever loses should pay for lunch the rest of the week, if you're so confident."
"Deal." Meg turned around, waving over her shoulder as she walked away. "Smell you later, old fart!"
"Have fun, Firecracker."
Meg disappeared into the crowd and Ace allowed himself a moment to appreciate how far they'd come. It seemed like just yesterday that he'd taken the girl in.
A few years ago when he'd been stateside, Ace had managed to cash out big after a blackjack win streak. When he'd left the casino, he only made it two blocks down the street before someone bumped into him and Ace was very aware of the weight of his wallet disappearing from his pocket while he struggled to right himself.
The thief had run off in a blur of red hair and sneakers pounding on pavement. After feebly trying to chase after them, Ace had stayed in the area and waited, and only a few hours later the pickpocket—a teenage girl—returned to the scene of the crime. She was clearly tailing a woman in a fur jacket and designer purse, but even across the street Ace could see that both the fur and bag were obvious fakes.
Amateur mistakes, really.
This time, Ace had familiarized himself with the surroundings beforehand and even as the girl spotted him and took off in a sprint, he eventually managed to corner her in an alleyway.
And after some angry screaming from the girl and a kick to Ace's shin, they'd ended up in a 24/7 shoddy diner with Ace buying her a meal in exchange for her story.
Meg had been homeless for months after her mother passed away from cancer. At only seventeen and with no close relatives, she'd been forced out on the streets and struggling to survive; it was only her sharp reflexes and years as a track star that kept her afloat by doing petty crimes.
And maybe it was the situation that was eerily similar to Ace's own childhood, or the fire he could see in her eyes, but Ace had only smiled before critiquing her pickpocketing technique and asking if she'd ever thought about being a con artist.
That was how Ace ended up taking Meg under his wing and teaching her everything he knew. With his experience and her quick feet, they made a surprisingly good team and had traveled across the States stealing and scamming much more efficiently than Ace usually managed on his own.
Having another person in on his schemes made a big difference. Meg could do anything from pretending to join Ace's poker table as a stranger to emptying someone's purse while Ace was doing magic tricks as a street performer. Meg had only been caught once by the police, and she'd been so convincing at sniffling pathetically and claiming she was only fifteen that the officer had taken pity and simply called her father—a.k.a. Ace's burner phone—instead of taking her down to the station.
But easy money or not, Ace hadn't expected their arrangement to last long. A few months later when Meg turned eighteen, she'd already earned enough to start her life anew—yet when Ace asked where she was planning to settle down, he only received a look of pure betrayal. And then there was screaming and crying and Meg accusing him of abandoning her, just like her dad and everyone else.
Ace had never wanted children, but as he dared to hug Meg for the first time and she merely clutched at his shirt and sobbed in his arms, he decided he'd do his best to be there for her the way nobody had been for him.
That was four years ago and Meg was still here, so he must have been doing something right.
Ace knew that their friendship was unorthodox. A middle-aged man and grumpy young woman who were visibly not related often garnered suspicious looks, especially whenever they went out to eat in a proper restaurant or money was tight enough that they had to share a twin instead of booking separate motel rooms.
Which was ironic, because it was Ace who hated sharing a room with Meg. She took ages in the shower, always sat on Ace's bed to eat and got crumbs all over the sheets, and stayed up way too late watching crappy late-night TV when Ace was trying to get his beauty sleep. It was like she knew exactly how to annoy him and did it with a smile every chance she could.
He tried not to show how proud he was of her mischievous streak.
Ace chuckled to himself. He couldn't have asked for a better partner-in-crime and he was glad they'd had enough extra cash to make the trip to Germany. Even if she tried to play it cool, Meg was clearly excited about seeing both the country and her favorite musician.
The fact that this happened to be one of Europe's biggest festivals, with countless drunk, rich patrons for easy pickings and dense crowds to quickly disappear into was simply a bonus.
Ace took a steadying breath and straightened his shirt—patterned with tiny card suits that hopefully nobody would notice weren’t traditional Oktoberfest checkers—and slipped on a familiar confident persona. As long as he pretended that he belonged here, everyone else would believe it too.
With a carefree smile and a spring in his step, Ace made his way to the beer tent to people-watch for a worthwhile target.
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@ all the wlw who were all "i'm not attracted to Raoul guess I'm just special" back in 2004 and have spent the rest of your life desperately trying to dress like him: lol
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laurelier · 3 years
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#up way too late again bc sleep evades me#and harry is harry skdkfjkfkff i stayed up late enough to see the pics begin to roll in and i was done for ffsddffff#so we’re gonna#tag rant#about the seeming emergence of this fun silhouette thing we got goin on. or: the one where#meg yells about harry styles and his big pants again.#i love the idea of uniformity in his tour fits i kind of hope that sticks around#but i keep looking at pics of him in tonight’s particular outfit and kind of ln’s as well and i’m really really#struck by how conservative they are in terms of coverage. like his chest is out sure (a lil) but those pants are loose as fuck bro.#and how bright and attention grabbing they are in terms of color and pattern#but also so simple and clean like just cream pants lilac shirt. red pants striped shirt. even pink pants pink glittersparkles there's not#many moving parts to the fits they hold attention but they're not busy or chaotic all of which is certainly purposeful tension#and purposeful contrast. it's like. the clothes are loose and substantial enough for people not to focus first on his body#there are peeks of his body that you notice later but the clothes demand attention first they're just like. kind of commanding? there's#so much fabric and they're so richly colored#and they're loud and beautiful enough to invite people talking about them exactly as we are doing and always do#and yet the silhouette is so demure?#it’s like he’s exhibiting the clothes almost. like LOOK WHAT IM WEARING LOOK HOW BEAUTIFULLY MADE LOOK AT THIS FABRIC ITS STUNNING#and of course he's wanting us to look at him not just the clothes right he's harr after all but idk something about these outfits#suggests to me a desire to be looked at more softly. and ofc not to speak for him never to speak for him but it#almost seems like he's trying to get us to see *him* dancing and glittering in the clothes before we see the body that's wearing them.#and i don't feel like it's the first time he's asked for that through clothes either#and not to like. i don't want to project too much of my own shit onto harry here but.#keeping the same silhouette with shifting colors and also having that silhouette be basic and simple and high coverage#feels like a move i’d make if i wanted people to focus on me in place of *~**me~~** the fabricated outer shell version and well#at least to me that feels really congruent with certain lyric changes and the way he seems to just. want to be known.#not consumed through sight and visibility but known.#OR MAYBE I'MJUST TALKING ABOUT ME AGAIN skdfjksjfkjsd who the fuck knows#tw body image
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Satisfied, Part 48
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Don’t know if the next update will come out tomorrow. I’ll try but it may take a little longer
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The day before the Gala was… an experience.
They’d all done what had been essentially a sparring tournament. Duke won, to everyone’s annoyance, and now everyone was saying that he had somehow cheated. Marinette had no clue how he could have done so, but she was glad for the excuse either way.
After that they’d been given some lessons on how to present themselves -- only Marinette, Damian, and Jason were required to go to lecture, but everyone else had been happy to attend to take pictures of their scowling faces.
And now they were doing some ‘relaxation time’ before the big day. No one was really relaxed, obviously. Bruce went down to his brooding cave; Duke was spotted messing with a Rubix cube; Cass and Dick were sparring again to let out some energy; Damian was hugging Marinette’s cat (who had been named Chaton despite what she’d promised him); Tim was clicking away at his computer; Jason was in the shooting range; Marinette was fussing with her outfit. Anxiety radiated off of every family member.
Then, night came… and Marinette and Tim… were forced to take care of themselves.
The horror.
Except it actually was kinda terrifying how committed the family was to getting them to partake in self care. Marinette had been jumped right outside her room and then literally thrown into a bubble bath, fully clothed. No amount of cursing had stopped them from dumping an entire bottle of soap over her head.
Then, when they were convinced she was clean, they threw a towel over her and ushered her along as a group. She tried to struggle away from them, but there were at least five people on her and she was left to just curse as hands pulled her through the halls. They pushed her through the door to her room and slammed it behind her. She ran over to try and muscle it open, only to hear the lock click.
She groaned and jiggled the doorknob. Her hands came up to her hair for her hairpins and she hissed a curse as she realized they’d taken them. “I’ll kill you guys!”
“Love you, too!” Said Jason.
She called him a lot of colorful names, but this only seemed to amuse everyone.
“Go to sleep! We have all your tech and coffee! You can’t do anything else!” Yelled Dick.
Her hand went to her purse, only to find that it was gone, too.
She kicked the door once to show her anger and then groaned in pain. There was a bit of laughter from outside and she peeked through the crack under the  door.
Great. They weren’t leaving. She could see someone setting up a sleeping bag, actually…
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips. She started toweling herself off properly and then pulled on her Red Robin hoodie. Marinette pouted as she climbed under the covers with the plush she’d won at the arcade. Boredom raced through her and she closed her eyes.
She really did have nothing to do other than sleep, they’d been sure of that…
Her window clicked and she peeked an eye open to see Tim’s smiling face poking above the window sill.
He managed to pull himself over and flopped on the floor on the other side, panting and red-faced.
She grinned. “Bravo.”
“You could have helped,” he muttered.
“Could have,” she agreed. “But didn’t.”
He stuck his tongue out at her and, slowly but surely, pushed himself up. It seemed they had gotten him, too, if the damp hair and new pajamas were anything to go by. “So, looks like we were both caught.”
She giggled softly. “Mhmm. Do they do this every time?”
“Nope. Apparently this year is ‘worse than normal’ and they ‘don’t trust that I would sleep on my own this time’.” He sat down next to her and raised his eyebrows at the Red Robin plush she was hugging to her chest. He reached out and gently attempted to pry it from her hands.
She gave him a cheeky grin and held it closer. “Are you really jealous of --.” She stopped herself from saying ‘yourself’. “-- a superhero?”
His face reddened slightly and he tugged at the plush again. This time, she didn’t resist. She felt him lay down beside her and smiled, resting her arm over his stomach lazily. “They take all your tech, too?”
“Everything I had on me,” he said, a cheeky grin on his face. It was here that she noticed that he had a bag on him and she raised her eyebrows as he pulled it open to reveal two phones and a laptop. “They forget I always have spares in my room.”
She took a phone from him. “You’re my hero.”
“Oh? And what about Red Robin?” He teased, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to his side.
She snickered. “You’re my everyday Red Robin,” she joked quietly, resting her head against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and started typing away.
She glanced up from her phone a while later and took in the way his eyebrows were creased with concern. She leaned over and gave him a tiny kiss, smiling when his face softened a little.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just… the Gala,” he said.
Her hands came up to cup his face. “There’s no changes you can make right now that will help anything.”
“I know, it’s just…” She felt his grip tighten on her waist. “I don’t like it. I want to do something. It feels wrong to just wait for something bad to happen.”
Marinette ran her thumb along his cheekbone. “I know… but there’s only so much security you can hire before the guests get anxious something will happen.”
“I still think we should tell them.”
She shook her head. “The guests wouldn’t come, so the Rogues wouldn’t come, and then we’d be even more in the dark about Joker’s plans. We just have to hope that the bats can fix it.”
“And if they can’t?”
“Well, then we probably wouldn’t have to worry about it, would we?” She mumbled, a somewhat bitter sound to her voice.
He nodded slightly and then leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t die, remember?”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, resting her forehead against his gently. “I intend to keep that promise as best I can.”
She saw the tiny smile that came to his face at her words and felt her heart flutter a little in her chest.
“You’d better.”
She pressed a short kiss to his lips. “Of course. Who else would scam you into giving them free coffee all the time?”
“It’s not a scam if I knew what you were doing,” he said.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, not agreeing or disagreeing.
He set his laptop down and smiled as he turned into her fully, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled back, looking up at him.
She gently traced the bags under his eyes. “They have a point, you should sleep. Even my makeup skills couldn't cover up all that.”
He made a face and she laughed softly, rolling her eyes.
Then his expression softened and he gave her a quick kiss. “Fine, but you need to try and sleep, too.”
She swallowed thickly. “But…”
“I’ll be here to wake you up if you have a nightmare, but could you please try? For me?”
She looked at his pleading eyes and sighed quietly, resting her head against his chest. “Fine,” she mumbled, her hands sliding down to wrap around his torso. “For you.”
He breathed a sigh of relief and rested his chin atop her head. His arms pulled her ever closer and she smiled, listening to the dull thrum of his heart.
“Good night, sweetie.”
“Good night, bean.”
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I’ve officially used too many commas. My comma key broke ;-;
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dontshootmespence · 4 years
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Enough Love To Go Around
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Summary: At The Breeding Bench, omegas willingly lend their ‘services’ to alphas in need.
Pairing: Alpha!Ketch x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, implied Alpha!Gabriel x Omega!Reader.
Word Count: 3,079
Warnings: Knotting, claiming, multiple alphas, bondage, nipping, light nipple play, power bottom Omega, slight bit of degradation, I think that’s it.
A/N: This fills my ‘power bottom’ square for @spnkinkbingo​ and my ‘slutty omega’ square for @spnabobingo​.
At The Breeding Bench, fertile omegas lend their services, i.e. their sweet little pussies, to alphas in desperate need of a cunt to fuck during their ruts. Some Omegas fall for their customers, some don’t. Some know who fathered their pups, others don’t. What remains is the omegas are in control. You’d be lying if you said this is what you imagined when you presented about 10 years ago, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t love what you did now.
As the owner of the business, Gabriel only took a five percent commission, so that he, and all his girls, could make a damn good living, which you did. Plus, he let his girls have all the power, unlike so many others in similar positions, so if you wanted an alpha to knot you, you could, but if you didn’t want to, you could forbid it, and thankfully everyone that used the establishment played by the rules.
The only Alpha you’d had so far, and the one you shared your only pup (so far) with, was Gabriel. He was a wonderful Alpha and father, and totally not the jealous type, so even after he claimed you, he said if you wanted to accept other alphas he was fine with that so long as he could claim another omega. Any other pups you might have he would help provide for.
All the girls had their regulars, the ones that would utilize the services of The Breeding Bench during every single one of their ruts. Then there were the floaters that came in and out of town. You had your regulars too; the brothers, Sam and Dean, a British transplant named Arthur Ketch, a man named Castiel floated in a few times a year and always booked some time with you and one of the other girls, Meg. You never cared to know people’s names unless they came in often, so you knew a few other names, including Gadreel, Benny and Mick.
Within the next week you had appointments with Sam, Dean and Arthur; they’d been your clients the longest and you trusted them all implicitly. Sam had no Omega. Dean had one, another friend of yours, Jo, and Arthur didn’t have one either. You’d have any or all of them if they wanted.
Walking into the back office, you bent down and gave Gabriel a kiss. Somehow, he’s able to perfectly balance being a father to your one-year-old pup, Aiden, with running this kind of establishment. “Who’s coming tonight?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Everyone who walks in the door, obviously,” you laughed. “But if you mean who’s on the schedule, Sam and Dean. I wasn’t supposed to have Arthur for a couple days, but he asked to reschedule and told him if he didn’t mind working around Sam and Dean then I’d be happy to squeeze him in...so to speak.”
Gabriel chuckled, his pen gliding over the numbers in the books. “Dirty little Omega. They’ve been going to you since we opened, right?”
“Yup, nearly five years for all of them. Arthur’s not the type to take an Omega. He’s more just in it for the fuck,” you say softly out of range of Aiden’s little ears. “But the boys I could see being interested. You’re still okay with that, right?”
“As long as you are, love. As long as everyone knows I’m your primary Alpha, you can have as many as you want.”
With a smile, you gave him another kiss and placed another on the top of Aiden’s head. In order to make sure there’s no immediate territory issues between alphas, only one alpha is allowed in a room with you at a time, so no threesomes or moresomes are allowed. Apparently, Gabriel had allowed it once upon a time but after one alpha nearly ripped another’s throat out he set up ground rules.
Despite being brothers, Sam and Dean could get territorial with you if they were both in a rut in your presence at the same time, so Dean would be your second appointment and Sam your last. First was Arthur.
Stepping into your usual room, you met his steely gaze and a shiver ran quickly down your spine at the sight of his smirk. “Hello, darling.”
“Hey, Ketch,” you greeted as you turned to close the door. Before you could turn around, he was on you, his mouth gliding up and down your neck in search of whatever sweet spot might make you squirm today. “Rut came early, huh?”
He only grunted in response before spinning you around and yanking your jeans and panties down with a few quick movements. “On the bed, head over the edge, mouth open. Don’t swallow a damn thing.”
“Wanna fuck me stupid?”
“You could say that,” he growled.
Crawling onto the bed, you let your tongue hang out and clasped your hands in front of you so that you could give him the illusion of control. Slick already dripped from you, easing the thick slide of his cock inside you. He bent down over you and bit down on your ear as he began to pump into you. “No talking. Just let me fuck that sweet little cunt.”
Whimpering, you turned toward him only to have him shove your face back into the bed. “Such a good little cunt.”  You smiled to yourself, crying out each time he thrusted to the hilt. As the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, heat spread throughout your body, nerves licked by fire until saliva was dripping onto the floor of its own accord. “Whose cunt is this?” He asked, desperation demanding an answer.
Every word was punctuated by a sharp thrust. “It’s- Your- Cunt- Sir.”
With a final thrust, he quickly pulled out and walked to where your face hung over the bed. Grabbing your hair, he yanked your head back. His knot was thick and swollen, aching for connection, but Ketch was a man of no complications and preferred not to knot, instead slipping his cock down your throat. “Swallow it all, love.”
You eagerly did as he commanded, smiling around him as he pulled out and slapped his knot against your lips, leaving a trail of spit to roll down your chin. Bending down, he tongued at your mouth and instructed you to stay still while he readied himself to leave. “Love marveling at my handiwork.”
Just before he slipped out of the room, he turned to you. “Until next time, darling.”
Smiling, you licked your lips in reply.
One down, two to go.
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Combing your hands through your hair, you stood up and went to the adjoining bathroom to clean up for your next appointment. As promised, Ketch had fucked you stupid, so it took a few minutes before you felt like yourself again. You brushed your hair and slipped into a different outfit that you knew Dean would lose his mind over - leather pants with a low-cut red top and matching heels.
You’d be a little early for Dean’s appointment, but after brushing your teeth, you returned to the bedroom (which had newly laundered sheets thanks to the staff) and sat with your legs crossed, patiently waiting. Though your heat was likely a few weeks away at the very least, Dean’s scent filled your nostrils before he even walked in the room. “Holy shit, babe. You trying to kill me?”
You ran your tongue over your teeth as Dean shrugged his leather jacket off and practically lunged across the room, teeth nipping and biting at your heated skin. Arching into his hunger, you scratched at his skin, giving him silent permission to let himself go. “You’re always safe with me, Dean.”
He lifted you up against the wall and raked his hand up under your shirt to lift it over your head. “How long we been doin, this? Five years?”
Reaching down into your panties, you pushed them down along with your leather pants and kicked them to the side. “Five years, baby.” There was an obvious, unspoken question dancing on the tip of his tongue. “Wanna knot me, Alpha?”
“Already got one. Okay to share?”
“As long as you are.”
He grunted as he kicked his pants off and laughed. “We can be one big happy family.”
Laughter dissolved into a drive you’d never seen in him before, that pure Alpha desire and strength that most saved for the ones they claimed. As he carried you to the bed, he tore your shirt off and pushed your bra off in the most clumsy, too-sex-starved-to-care way. His cock pressed against your stomach and you palmed at it, massaging his knot before he laid you down on the bed and dropped to his knees. Entwining his fingers in yours, he licked his way up your pussy, moaning at the taste of your slick. “Goddamn, baby.” Dean’s tongue slid up and down your folds, lips suckling at soft skin.
“Knot me, Alpha,” you breathed. You whined in desperation and watched as his head popped up from between your legs and he stalked his way up your body.
When his face hovered over yours, his hunger softened for a moment as his lips met yours. “You know I’m not doing this just because I’m mid-rut, right? I might have started off as just your customer but-”
With every bit of strength you could muster, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips into his. “And I don’t let just anyone knot me. Only someone I trust. Someone I love.”
Not another word was spoken as Dean slipped his hands up your arms and into the space between your fingers, gliding your arms above your head. “You sure?”
“Fuck me, Alpha.”
Biting your lip, you sighed as his knot filled you. He was shaking, undoubtedly trying not to just fuck you like a jackhammer and actually take his time. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate it, but you wanted, needed, to see him lose control. Despite his grip on your hands, you wrapped your legs around him and dug your heels into his lower back. “It’s okay, Alpha. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
An appreciative growl rolled up from his throat as he thrusted into you to the hilt. “Not gonna last long.”
“Don’t care,” you replied, nipping at his ear. “Just need you.”
With each thrust, you dug your heels in harder and harder until he was practically grinding into you. Knot swelling, he started to rut against you and whisper in your ear about how he was going to fill you up, every word of which you soaked in as your legs began to shake. “That’s it, Dean. Fuck, fuck fuck.”
When his knot locked to you, his mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. All he could do was go still above you, thick ropes of come spilling into your pussy. Slowly, his rutting slowed to a stop, though his lips continued their sweet assault on the side of your neck. “Love you,” he said softly, smiling into your shoulder.
“I love you, too, Alpha.”
As his knot released itself, you talked about where things would go from here. Like Gabriel, he promised that whether or not any pups were his he would take care of them, just as he was doing with Jo. He also respected your decision to accept more alphas if you so chose. He only asked to know who they were. “Gotta make sure they’re good enough for you, too. Otherwise I’ll rip their throats out.”
Finally, his knot released and he pulled out to lay at your side. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. You know I have to get ready for my next appointment, right?”
“Yea,” he replied with a knowing smile. “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded.
“You want Sam to be your alpha too, don’t you?”
Shyly, you nodded again and rolled on top of him. “I do. I’ve been seeing him as long as you. I love you both. I’ve got a lot of love to go around though I promise.”
“Well, Sam I can personally vet and say I trust him. Is there anyone else? Besides Gabriel I mean?”
“Not right now. I do have some consistent customers, but no one else I’m on that level with yet. Just you three. I trust you with my life.”
Glancing at the clock, Dean sat up and situated you in his lap, tonguing at your mouth. “After your next appointment, you free?”
“Yea. Have some ideas?”
“I do. Maybe Sam can join in on the fun.”
“I’d love that.”
As he got dressed, you fell into easy conversation about his work at the shop, which he owned alongside Sam. Most knowledgeable gun enthusiasts in the Midwest. “See you later, ‘Mega. Show Sam a good time.”
“I always do,” you said with a wink.
And with that he was out the door, leaving you just enough time to get cleaned up for Sam.
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After getting cleaned up, you went back to your once again freshly made bed. You didn’t bother getting dressed. Sam normally preferred you be naked the minute he walked in anyway.
Maybe it was Dean knotting you, maybe it was the amount of sex you’d had in the past few days, but you were pretty sure your heat was going to come a littler earlier than usual, but you didn’t mind. With (hopefully) three Alphas, you’d be taken care of in any and every way. And you wanted another pup. Aiden was the light of your life.
Rubbing your legs together, you slipped your hand between your legs and inhaled the sharp smell of pine mixed with motor oil and just a dash of freshly fallen rain. You didn’t even realize Sam was there until the door closed. “Already getting ready for me?”
“I could smell you,” you replied with a smile. Feeling bold, you decided to ask Sam rather than wait. “Can I ask you something? And if you say no, it’s okay, we can continue on as normal.”
Sam’s brows furrowed. “Something wrong?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your plump lips.
“Not at all. You know I have an Alpha right?”
“Gabriel, and I’m going to go out on a limb and say Dean claimed you too.”
“Yea, because I love them both. And I love you. Would you knot me too? Claim me?”
His eyes transitioned from soft and concerned to hungry and possessive in an instant. “Fuck yes. Wanna see you round with my pups. Even if they aren’t mine. You are and they’ll be in every way that matters. Can we use the bench?”
Giggling, you opened the closet door and pulled out the collapsable bench he liked to use. Before you even laid a hand on it to unfold it, he yanked it away and readied it quickly, roughly grabbing your hips to bend you over the bench. “Wait,” you said.
He stopped immediately. “What is it?”
“I want to look at you when you claim me. Tie me up face up?” Sam bit your lower lip and smiled into your mouth before practically throwing you onto the bench, hands tied to a bar above your head. “Tie my legs too?” You asked breathlessly.
Dropping to his knees in front of you, Sam tied your ankles to the legs of the bench, his lips and teeth and tongue trailing over your legs as his hands deftly fiddled with the ropes. “You’re so damn perfect. So eager to be used.”
Your tongue darted out and washed over your bottom lip. Feeling helpless in your Alphas’ embrace - it imbued you with a strength you didn’t have in any other moment.
As he straddled the bench, legs on either side of your slightly spread ones, he pinched your nipples and relished in the way you embraced pain. You felt your slick drip onto the bench below your ass and popped your head up to see Sam stroking himself, his knot almost painfully swollen. “Fuck me, Alpha. Pound my sweet little pussy.”
Growling, Sam slipped himself inside you with one swift thrust. Had you not entertained other appointments this evening, his thickness would’ve pained you, but you were more than ready for him. Your body was eager for it and even though you could barely move due to the binds around your wrists and ankles, you tried to buck into his movements.
Sam grasped the bench on either side of your hips and used it as leverage to pump into you, his cock coated with slick with each pass into your wet heat. Each pointed thrust rattled your entire body. But it wasn’t close enough, despite how his knot was swelling inside you. You wanted him closer, covering you. “I need to feel all of you,” you breathed, almost begging. “Just fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Bending over, he placed most of his weight on you, his chiseled chest flush with yours. He was so heavy and desperate for release you could barely breathe, but it didn’t matter when you felt his knot lock to you. He breathed against your neck. “Gonna pump you full of my cum. You’re gonna take it like a little Omega?”
“Yes, Alpha. Pump me full.”
A strained groan erupted from his lips, which wrapped around your nipple. He bit down so hard you cried out and bucked upward as much as your body would allow, legs trembling so violently you could hear the bench shaking underneath you. “Fuck, Sam.”
Sam chuckled into your sweat-slick skin, rutting against you while he came down from his high. Once his knot finally released, he removed the ties that bound you to the chair and carried you to the bed. He slipped in behind you and cradled you in his embrace, every inch of his body molded against yours. Even now you could help but grab his arm and wrap it around you, craving the closeness. “Even now, such a needy little Omega,” Sam laughed.
“Always.” For a few minutes, you sat there in silence, breathing in rhythm with each other. “You were my last appointment for the night. I promised Dean we’d go out. Wanna join? I could show you both just how needy I really am.”
Sam swallowed hard and smiled into your neck, a movie’s worth of images playing through his mind. “Slutty little ‘Mega.”
“Damn right.”
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Livin In You: Chapter 10
Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Pairing: Destiel Summary: Castiel is a mental health worker who is just fine with the way his life is. The only thing that really bugs him is how much his co-worker, and friend, Meg, mentions Dean Winchester, the most famous rock star in the modern age. Meg drags him to a concert, and he ends up getting tied into the wild and angsty life of Dean Winchester. Suddenly his old life seems boring, but so much calmer. Suddenly, it matters to him that he’s still a virgin. Suddenly, this rock star that he despised the mention of now matters to him. Dean Winchester is a rock star who’s on top of the world when it comes to music. Yet there’s more that he wants. He misses Lisa and Ben, he craves connection, craves being himself. Any hope for that amidst his alcoholic life all changes when Zachariah, the head exec of Heaven’s Records, pairs with a new exec, Michael Edlund -- the Archangel of Music. Under Michael’s dominance, he’s no longer in control of his own life. There are rules. No more sex with fans. No more alcohol. And in Dean’s view, no more god damn free will. Yet he stumbles into Castiel. Chapter Word Count: 2725
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Dean had to get up to throw up once or twice in the night, and between all that, he forgot Castiel existed. Sure, he passed his sleeping form with a head of hair that was black in the darkness on his way to the bathroom. But the other man wasn’t nearly as important as his shaking body, and reeling stomach.
Eventually, some time before five A.M., he managed to fall into sleep that wasn’t restless or broken by the after effects of his drunkenness. By the time he fully woke up, the room was dark, the curtains pulled closed so daylight wouldn’t filter through. Dean knew this kind of dark. It was the dark of waking up late. He supposed he didn’t really care. His head hurt, an incessant ache that wouldn’t leave, and his stomach just felt wrong.
He groaned as he rolled over and cracked an eye open.
A bottle of gatorade was on his nightstand, along with two pills of aspirin lying on a tissue.
Garth. His incredibly friendly and chipper assistant must’ve done this.
Dean sat up, took the medicine and started drinking the gatorade. It wasn’t till he felt well enough to walk out into the main living quarters of the hotel suite that he remembered another person was there.
Really, it was the back of Castiel’s head that gave it away.
Was the dude seriously still sleeping?
Dean shrugged after some consideration. Maybe he’s a third shifter. But what to do with him?
That thought hit him hard, and Dean sat down in a chair across from the part of the couch Castiel was sleeping on, open bottle of half-finished gatorade in his hand.
“Shit.”
He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, or so vehemently. He must have because Castiel started from sleep, and then turned his head this way and that, eyes wild. He backed away from Dean. But then there was recognition, and he relaxed, but didn’t seem at all pleased.
Well, Dean could take people not liking him… he hoped.
Why didn’t Cas like him? He knew he’d asked him, but it just didn’t make any fucking sense.
He was Dean Winchester!
“Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean quipped. “Want me to call Garth and get us some coffee?”
Castiel started righting himself properly, pulling the blanket up into his lap. He ran a hand through his hair, but it was still a mess, and to Dean it looked a lot like sex-hair. God, it looked good on him.
He nodded.
“Yes, I think that will suffice.”
“You got a fancy way of talking.”
Castiel just gave him a look that said… Actually, Dean didn’t really know what it said. In the daylight, Castiel seemed difficult to read. It made Dean uncomfortable. Who was this man?
And what am I going to do with him?
This wasn’t like the other times Dean had brought people back to his room, not just because he hadn’t slept with him — which was super weird in this instance — but because he wasn’t allowed to be here. His presence would surely get sniffed out. Crowley could’ve talked to Clif already. Though Dean figured Clif wasn’t working with his manager behind his back. He was Dean’s bodyguard. So maybe even if Clif had gotten a call, he wouldn’t run to tell mommy about Dean and his new friend.
But how to keep his new friend hidden?
It also meant there was the issue of the car as well. Dean would have some money missing, and there were witnesses.
Hell, witnesses?
What was he even thinking like?
It wasn’t like it was a crime scene. Okay, aside from crashing his car into Castiel’s, it wasn’t a crime scene.
But Zachariah could smell the original sin on an otherwise innocent baby fifteen miles off. Dean was screwed, especially with Michael as the head honcho now.
God damn it!
Dean’s face must have gone through a lot of transformations because Castiel asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh? Uh, nothing.” He walked back over to his bedroom to go grab his phone, and before he closed the doors behind him said, “Just uh… just gonna call Garth.”
With the doors closed, he took a deep breath, and then ran a hand through his hair.
This was crazy. Not his usual brand of crazy. Hell, maybe it wasn’t even that bad.
But then Dean remembered a beer bottle getting taken out of his hand, remembered Zach’s stern — maybe even angry — face. He remembered what he’d told him. He owned Dean now.
Dean went to the far wall and groaned, hanging his head against it. Really, he wanted to use it to bang his head, but most doctors wouldn’t advise that as a way to relieve his headache.
Dean straightened, closing his eyes.
Was it worth a shot?
No, definitely not.
So Dean got out his phone, and called Garth. He could do the shouting thing he’d done the night before, but in hindsight that had seemed rude. His drunk self obviously hadn’t cared.
“Morning, Dean Bean! Well, hmm… oh no, it’s not noon yet, but cutting it pretty close there. What’s up?”
“Wondering if you could get me and my friend some coffee. And uh, you were in here earlier, right?”
“Was I?”
“Gatorade, aspirin,” Dean added.
“Oh no, silly, that was your friend there. He was up earlier and asked me to pick those things up for you. He grabbed them at the door, brought them to your room himself.”
That had Dean pause in what he was about to say.
Cas had done that? He’d thought about him?
That started to make Dean feel guilty for practically kidnapping the guy. Or had it been the other way around? He’d been the drunk one after all. Huh, how did that work? There was another emotion there too, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. It was pretty foreign to him, or had been in the couple of years since he’d left Ben. Was it… affection?
No, that would be bullshit. He’d just met the guy last night, and part of him still wanted to sleep with him. This was just a messed up situation.
“Dean-o? De-ean!”
“Hmm, what? Yeah.”
“You all good?”
“Yeah, um… Coffee. You know the regular I like, and for him, just make sure to bring packets of sugar and cream and stuff, I don’t really know what he likes.”
“Okie dokie. See you in ten.”
“Five?”
“Dean, I don’t control the pace at which the world runs.”
“Okay, ten,” he relented. “And, oh, is Sam up?”
“I’m not his assistant too, Dean. 
“Okay, but he’s famous by association. I know you and Clif keep tabs on him when he’s not staying underground.”
“Yes, he’s up.”
“Cool, thanks.”
Despite feeling like shit, Dean took the opportunity of some private time to get dressed. Nothing fancy. For him nothing fancy stil came out to a thousand dollars or more per outfit, but it was just jeans, a black undershirt, a white and blue flannel, and a leather jacket. The boots were nice too. Custom-made combat boots with gold inlays.
“Great, now I feel underdressed,” Castiel said as Dean walked back into the room.
“Uh… I have some jeans,” he told him, plopping down on the couch beside his… whatever he was.
Cas made a face. “Not sure they’d fit.”
Dean smiled, glancing at Cas’ hips and legs. He whacked him playfully on the thigh. “Come on, you should be able to squeeze those into a pair. Not like you’re fat. You’re just…” Dean couldn’t think of the word, and trailed off. Thick, muscular, large, beautiful. Yeah, all of that. Fuck. “Yeah, body’s shaped differently. But come on, I can get my bowlegs into these, you should be fine.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and sighed, brushing Dean’s hand off of his leg.
“Fine.”
“Bottom drawer,” Dean said helpfully as Castiel went into his room.
Part of Dean wanted to follow him, wanted to watch him take off those sweatpants, or maybe even take them off for him. The jeans he was wearing were ripped at the knees, but he figured the skin of his knees would be fine with a bit of friction on the floor. Rugburn didn’t hurt too badly, not as bad as his hand still did. At least he’d somehow managed to get that taped and bandaged up. There was an ace wrap around it as well. So he was still able to function, use it for some things, just not all the sexy things going through his head at the moment.
Dean was drawn from his sensual reverie as there was a knock on the door. He went and answered it, apprehensive, gut twisting.
This was it.
Crowley knew. Zach knew. He was going to lose his dream, everything.
Dean sighed in relief, leaning against the open door when he saw it was just Sam. He was dressed in dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a tie. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. In one hand was a yellow legal pad, a pen pressed between that and the crook of his thumb.
“What, you lawyering today or something?” Dean asked.
“Yes. The contract’s going to be sent over, and we have business to discuss apparently.”
Dean just stared at him, contemplating slamming the door in his face. Reality was not fun right now. He glanced back at his gatorade he’d left on the coffee table. Was there anyone around who could pull a Jesus and turn it into alcohol? Huh, maybe Sam. He had the look, what with the scruff and the hair and all.
Eventually Sam said, “Morning. Or…” He held up his wrist, looking at his watch. “Actually, no. Good afternoon.”
Dean rolled his eyes, and then let Sam in.
“Thanks for coming,” he eventually said, relenting, knowing it wasn’t his brother’s fault that any of this was happening.
But shit, he’d forgotten about the contract.
“You want anything to drink?” Dean asked, playing the gracious host.
“Nah, I’m good.”
Dean settled back down on the couch with his gatorade, and Sam eyed the blanket, taking a seat away from it.
Dean ignored the look, though he surely wanted answers. “So who’s dropping off the contract?”
“Don’t know.”
“When’ll they be here?”
“One.”
Dean sighed at that. Okay, he had some time to get Cas out of his hair.
A drawer slammed shut, and there was some cursing. Sam straightened, looking at the doors to Dean’s bedroom.
“Who else is here?” he asked.
Dean shrugged. “A friend.”
Sam looked at Dean, then back at the doors, then Dean again.
“Is it that guy from last night? Dean, tell me you didn’t.”
“I didn’t.”
Sam’s eyebrows, which had been furrowed with concern, now rose in a disbelieving look.
“He’s getting dressed. You can ask him yourself when he comes out. But” — Dean broke up his speech with a long swallow of gatorade — “I need to get rid of him somehow. Or, I don’t know, hide him. I kinda like having him around.”
“Dean, you’re not supposed to—”
“Like I said, I didn’t.”
“And okay, then what about the issue from last night? What exactly am I risking my license for today?”
“Car accident.”
“Are you serious?!”
That was when Castiel slid open the doors and walked back into the room. Dean noticed that the knuckles of his right hand were red, like they’d gotten slammed in a drawer. That must’ve been what had happened.
“Uh…”
That was Castiel, and Sam was already being business-like, getting up and going over to shake his hand.
“Sam Winchester,” he said. “And you are? I didn’t get your name from Dean yet.”
“Castiel,” he said, and then added, “uh… Novak.”
“So what’s the situation?” Sam asked.
The poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights, so Dean went over and grabbed him, having him sit beside him. He couldn’t tell if Castiel liked that or not; he seemed neutral about it more than anything. Dean was far from neutral. He’d gotten a good look at Castiel in his jeans, and god, had it been a mistake to tell him he’d fit? He didn’t exactly, but wow, he looked damn good. The material hugged his body, and somewhere in Dean started pulsing as he eyed the unmistakable bulge of his denim-wrapped groin. Dean figured if Cas turned around he’d see the clothing hug his ass too, just like it did in the front and to his thighs.
Dean eyed him even as they sat together. He hadn’t noticed he’d drifted off and started biting on his bottom lip, till he heard Castiel talking about what had happened.
Thank god he was taking the lead. Dean still had a headache.
He zoned out till Garth arrived with the coffee, and as he started back over, Sam reprimanded, “You were supposed to come right back to the hotel.”
“What are you, my babysitter?” he snapped. 
He passed Castiel his coffee and packets of cream and sugar and sat back down. Dean had a sip of his own coffee, and saw Cas start preparing his the way he liked it.
Sam just breathed deeply and gave Dean a sympathetic look. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Dean, or-or… control you like what everyone else wants to do. I just want you to be careful. I know how much your music means to you.”
Dean argued, “Think having my own life is pretty important too.”
“That’s not what—”
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Castiel asked. “What’s happening?”
Sam and Dean immediately shut up, and Dean turned to Cas with big eyes. Shit, he hadn’t meant for any of this to come up around him. They were just supposed to talk about Castiel’s car and the insurance company.
“Not important,” he eventually said.
Castiel didn’t just shrug it off as he expected. Instead, the strange man gave him a look that seemed to say a million things at once: I understand. I’m here if you need to talk. You’re not alone.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at that handsome face and into those startlingly blue eyes.
How the hell could he do that?
Sam cleared his throat, and both turned back to him.
“We can discuss it later,” Sam said. “And uh… Castiel, I’m not sure how good of a friend of my brother’s you are. I��”
Cas: “Oh, we just met last night. When he crashed his car into mine.”
Sam gave a tight smile, “Lovely.”
Dean wanted to roll his eyes at the tension he saw in Sam, but he didn’t. His brother was doing a big thing for him. Dean could at least repay him by not being an asshole for a couple of minutes.
The discussion was exhausting, but they eventually got it all sorted out, Sam taking notes on his yellow legal pad, and after a few Sam-dominated phone calls with various people and insurance agents, it was all settled.
And according to his watch it was one P.M.
Fuck.
There was a knock on the door.
Dean’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed Cas in a panic, while another hand reached out for his brother, as if he wanted to grab him to hide behind.
“Shit, shit. Cas, you gotta go.”
“Go where? I can’t leave, unless you have any ideas as to how I could survive the drop from the window.”
Dean got him up, pushing him over to the bedroom. “Bedroom,” he urged. “Stay quiet.”
Sam was going to get the door.
Dean tried sliding the bedroom doors closed, but Castiel held on just before they were about to obscure his face.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing. Let you out soon, and uh… maybe get in the closet?”
“The closet? Dean!”
Footsteps sounded. Dean closed the doors, and then turned. He fixed his outfit, making it look like he’d just come out of his room from getting dressed and was straightening his clothes.
The man who had arrived was wearing white dress shoes. It was the first thing Dean noticed, and as his gaze traveled upwards, he stopped dead.
“Mr. Edlund.”
The dark-haired man with glimmering blue eyes who held a thick packet of papers smiled. “Please, call me Michael.”
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Fiona joins the Fakes
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by Anonymous
When Fiona heard the man in the purple jacket and orange pants yell for everybody to get on the ground, she rolled her eyes.
Everyone gets down but her. He stares at her. She can’t read the man’s expression because he’s wearing a mask and sunglasses, but she sees his eyebrows go up.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said get down on the ground!” the color disaster said.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all the clashing colors of your outfit,” Fiona said. The walking highlighter looks at the two behind him, a man in a white hoodie and a man in a brown leather jacket. The latter let out an audible snort.
Words: 1182, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Fiona Nova, Gavin Free, Jeremy Dooley, Michael Jones, Trevor Collins, Matt Bragg
Relationships: Implied Gavin Free/Meg Turney
Additional Tags: Fake AH Crew, team chungə, I just wanted to write a fic on Fiona joining the fakes
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The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-To-Be - Chapter 1
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Summary: The Choosing was just the beginning. After a year-long whirlwind of interviews, wedding plans, and attempts to get your family to warm up to your (gulp!) fiancé, you’re ready to be married, once and for all. But you aren’t the only one who’s been busy. There are, after all, those who have remained skeptical of Loki’s true intentions for Midgard, even after his confession. And they’re not going to give up their cause without a fight. 
SEQUEL to "The Myriad Misadventures of Midgardian Queen-In-Training"
Word Count: 1394
Pairing: Loki/Reader
Rating: T
A/N: The first 6 chapters are up on AO3/Wattpad, if you’re interested in more. See you next update!
Queen-To-Be - Chapter 1
You would think that, after spending the better part of the last three years living in a quasi-Bachelor-esque reality show, you’d be used to cameras by now. Right?
“Two minutes to rolling!”
Far from it. Instead, you’re practically squirming in your seat, your gaze drifting away from Ricky Morgenstern’s face and towards the blinking red light to your left—and, even worse, the live studio audience behind it.
“You’ve nothing to worry about, you know.” A hand closes over your own on the arm of your chair. “They adore you.”
You glance up to your right, and immediately calm a bit at the sight of those sharp, clever eyes. “Easy for you to say.”
Loki squeezes your hand gently, dimples appearing on either side of his mouth. It really is easy for him to say, because at the very least you know they adore him. How could they not? Even dressed as simply as he is, in a fitted green tee and black jeans (a look more casual than even you’re used to), he’s not just endearing, he’s stunning—all cheekbones and cropped curls and open-mouth grins.
You’re back in modern clothing too, though you’re surprised to see more than a few audience members wearing outfits that more closely resemble any number of your “day dresses” from your competition days. Nothing so intricate as Meg’s embroidery work, but still. It’s strange, wearing pants again. Not necessarily a bad change, but something to get used to. (You’re still wearing your hair up, though, and a delicate circlet on top, almost too thin to be caught by the cameras. Some old habits die harder than others.)
Ashley Marino smiles at you kindly as she takes her seat. “You ready?”
Your stomach drops. You'd known this was coming, but now that you actually have to directly face the judgement of the crowd—a crowd that, for once, is face-to-face, not random names on the other end of a screen—you'd rather be anywhere but here.
Still, a queen—or whatever kind of public figure you are now—must do many unpleasant things for the good of their people. And so you nod.
As ready as I’ll ever be.
“And we’re live in three, two…” The cameraman gives a signal, and Ashley launches in.
“Welcome to Good Evening, America. I’m Ashley Marino, this is Ricky Morgenstern, and today we have perhaps our most highly anticipated guests in the history of the show.” You fix your best cheery-but-not-too-bright smile to your face and keep your eyes fixed on Ashley and Richard as the camera pans over. “I hope you’ll all join us in welcoming his formerly royal highness Loki and his lovely fiancée (Y/N)!”
The round of applause that rises is certainly enthusiastic enough. To be honest, it takes you by surprise. It’s been barely a week since the proposal, and your interactions with the outside world have been limited—you haven’t even seen your family yet. This is your first big television interview since (and, based on the schedule your newly-hired publicist sent over this morning, the first of many).
When the cheers die down, you dial up the smile a few notches, bringing your focus back to Ashley and Richard. “Thank you for having us!” You squeeze Loki’s hand, and he nods.
“Yes, we are both most grateful to be here.”
“The pleasure is ours.”
"Now, (Y/N),” Richard begins. “If I may, you have stunned the entire planet with your rapid development these past two weeks, absolutely taken our breath away."
You laugh in a way that you hope comes across as more witty than nervous. "Development? I'm not a character in a book. I haven't changed so drastically, not really. I've just become more relevant to the, um, plot."
He chuckles. "Yes, well, real as you are, many have been calling your love story a fairytale. My daughter went nuts when I told her I'd be interviewing you—she's six," he explains. "She always calls you 'the princess.'"
"Wow. That's really sweet." You raise a hand to your hair, trying not to disturb the intricate braids as, one by one, you pull out the hairpins and remove the circlet. "Hold on a sec..."
Well, you try to remove it. But either it got caught in your hair or you missed a pin, because it doesn't quite come off.
Ack, next time I - ow - wear one with so many damn rhinestones, I'll have to make sure I - ah - wear my hair down - ouch!
After a few seconds of wrestling with your hair—several times you have to bat away Loki's hands—you hand your headpiece to a bemused-looking Richard Morgenstern. "Here. For your daughter."
You feel a slight pressure on your head, and can't help but smile to see, out of the corner of your eye, Loki trying to smooth down your hair where it must have come loose from your battle with the circlet. You lean up to peck his cheek, an action that receives a collective "awww" from the audience.
"No need to be embarrassed!" laughs Ashley Marino as you blush. “It’s wonderful, seeing that the chemistry we all fell in love with on screen wasn’t just the result of a good edit!”
You laugh at that, and you hear more clapping. Scanning the audience, you realize that Loki was right: this is a room full of people who were—are—rooting for you. Rooting for you not in spite of your awkward moments, but because of them. And with that, it’s much easier to calm your racing heart and let the conversation flow.
That is, until you reach the part you’d been dreading:
"Now, we're going to be taking the first set of questions from our audience."
And just like that, your pulse spikes once more.
"Anyone?” Ashley scans the mob for raised hands, pointing at random. "Yes?"
A thin woman stands up, with intelligent eyes and a sleek, inky black bob. "Hi! I just have to say, I was a huge fan of the show.” You smile politely, not at all expecting for her to hit you with this: “How has your relationship been affected by the age difference?”
Even as you tense up, you feel a fair amount of self-assuredness—this, at least, is a question you can easily answer. “As you all know, I’m just about twenty, while Loki is...it’s one thousand and fifty I believe?” You look to him for confirmation, and he nots, eliciting a quiet rush of disapproving murmurs from the audience. You raise a hand, silencing them. “I do understand the objections. However, I would also take into consideration that, on Asgard, the average life expectancy is around five thousand years, give or take a century or so. Put in terms of total life expectancy, the two of us aren’t actually very far apart at all.”
There is scattered applause—enough to let you know you said the right thing, although you don’t feel ready to relax just yet. If that’s the first question, who knows what’s yet to come?
Another viewer rises. “When are you getting married?” Before either or Loki can so much as open your mouths, she presses on, “Are you planning on having children?”
You feel your jaw drop at that last bit. “Well, I...we…”
The truth was, you haven’t yet discussed it. You know that Loki didn’t expect you to have children—he had told you as much a few months ago, before the proposal, back when you were still convinced that he had resigned himself to a marriage of convenience. But has that changed, now that your relationship has gone from platonic to decidedly less-than-platonic?
The truth is, you don’t know if you ever want kids. Certainly not now, at nineteen. You know Loki wouldn’t particularly care if you decided you wanted to be childless forever—considering he already gave up the monarchy and his secret mind control secret in order to win you over, you doubt that children would be a dealbreaker.
That being said, it’s not exactly a conversation you want to have in front of a live studio audience.
Loki comes to your rescue. “In spite of our proportionally similar ages, we are cognizant of (Y/N)’s relative youth, when compared to the average age of marriage for most Midgardians today. Due to this, we have had some discussions of perhaps postponing the wedding a few years.”
Wait, what?
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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 11/4
There were a few nice tidbits from DCCon about the latest filmed episodes (9-10). These have been a busy few weeks for me, so if I have missed anything or messed it up, let me know! I had a detail from ep 10 listed as 9, which is fixed now. Remember- this is for fun and somethings will be wrong! Enjoy the episode this week after a week off. 
DISCLAIMER: This is gathered info from various sources. This is not confirmed information. Stuff in this WILL be wrong. Don’t take this too seriously. This is for fun. 
General Info (oldest to newest)
There is likely to be 20 episodes
They are filming the 4th episode 1st, which Jensen is directing
Returning this year are: Rowena, Ketch, Eileen, Amara, Adam, and Kevin
Jared and Jensen know the ending. Jensen struggled with it at first. Misha does not know the ending as of SDCC
Matt Cohen and Richard Speight Jr. will direct
Sam, Dean, and Cas will struggle with the concept of free will and if they ever really had it
The focus will be more on Hell than Heaven
There is hope to wrap up some Wayward Daughters storylines in the back half of the season
They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?)
Brad Bucker used the word “romance” when asked about Sam and Dean’s arcs. Did not specify who. 
Chuck will be more of an absent protagonist in the 1st half of the season (but he in in ep 4)
At the beginning of the season Dean and Cas will still have a rift. They will reconcile “at some point”. Jensen claims as of script 4 they still have friction. This has been repeated several times, from Misha as well. He indicated Dean is still mad at Cas, but Cas doesn’t feel to blame for Mary’s death. 
In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean
Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off. Hell, I’d watch. 
There will be a special tribute ep, not clear if its one of the 20 or additional
Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season
According to Dabb, Sam and Dean are going to start to lose people who, in past seasons, we would’ve never lost — and lose them in a very real way. Our guys are going to realize there’s a certain finality, and some of the things they’ve relied on to get through the day — people, talents, things like that — they are no longer going to be able to roll out. And that’s going to throw them for a loop (Unfortunately, my guess in Rowena)
Also according to Dabb, Jack is still in the empty and “he’s not coming back in the near future”
Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season. 
Kevin will return.
Season 15 promo: https://youtu.be/V232RpcCdTY
Christan Kane (Leverage/Angel) will star as “Leo” an “old friend” of Deans. 
Dabb intimated that Chuck was inherently responsible for killing Mary when asked how the boys would respond to Jack. 
Adam Rose, who played Aaron Bass from the golem episode vauge-tweeted about working a show with two badass leads. Could be Supernatural, but I think the timing is off- he indicated he was filming late Friday night. 
General season 15 promo- more of a retrospective: https://youtu.be/_hlkNQL5Ecg
Dabb compared Chuck and John Winchester, claiming that Dean would have to break free of “conditioning.” Also, for Jack “there have been cosmic forces fighting for his attention since he was in the womb — and that will continue. As much as this season is about Sam and Dean finding agency, it’s also about Castiel finding agency, and it’s about Jack finding agency. As always, death is never the end. It’s just part of the journey and that’s certainly true with Jack.” 
Per Variety: At the outset of the season, the “Supernatural” foursome of Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack are split up, but Dabb notes they won’t be for long because “ultimately this is a found family, and they have deep emotional bonds” that make up the most important part of the show.
Sam’s wound from the equalizer gives his powers/an advantage of some kind (per TVGuide)
Jack will be a critical part of the ending of the show
The cage/Adam is looking like it will be coming up for midseason
Shaving People, Punting Things: https://youtu.be/azTwku2uosA
The shaving promo, punting things promo shows glimpses or Lucifer!Sam and MOC!Dean, as well as bearded Dean in tactical equipment. Recent interviews by Dabb seem to indicate that these are glimpses into other universes, a la Apocalypse World, and other endings from Sam and Dean. 
According to the MarySue and other interviews, Sam’s bullet hole will give him a connection and insight to god- like a tin can telephone string.
In the cage, Micheal and Adam have formed a working relationship (MarySue)
Dean and Amara’s connection will be explored
There will be a bunker themed episode (MarySue)
According to Misha (Cinablend) Dean and Cas will have discord up to ep 8- which is the mid-season finale. 
At a convention, Jake Abel was asked to share two lies about Adam’s return and a truth. The said 1. Adam is not upset about hell 2. Adam kills someone 3. Adam bring someone back. I am assuming its the bring someone back (Micheal?)
Episode 15x04 (filmed out of order)
Title: Atomic Monsters
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: JENSEN ACKLES DIRECTS – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) investigate the mysterious death of a girl and the disappearance of another. Jensen Ackles directed the episode written by Davy Perez (#1501). Original Airdate 11/7/2019.
Written by: Davy Perez
Director: Jensen Ackles
Filming Dates:  7/18-7/29
Airdate: 11/7
Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-spoilers-atomic-monsters-description-photos/197700/
Promo: https://youtu.be/YjEHDwocD9M
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Probably not  Jack? Probably not
Guest stars:  Rob Benedict 
Other Spoilers/info:
Jensen mentioned  a guest star “fan favorite”  that hasn’t been seen since season 7 that is no longer in the business. Guesses include Becky, who hasn’t acted in a while but isn't exactly a fan favorite, Meg, who hasn't acted but she was in season 8, and Balthazar or Frank or Jo or Rufus, but all act frequently. Jensen doesn't always have the most accurate season memory, so he could be off on the season. Since this seems like a Chuck episode, my guess is Becky but I hope for Meg. SOURCE UNCONFIRMED- I haven’t seen this in a reliable source, so take it with a grain of salt. UPDATE- it sounds like Becky’s voice in the Shaving People, Punting things trailer. UPDATE- Jensen talked about a returning character in an interview with Variety in a completely contradictory way to this- a favorite male character of his that is busy working. Another guest? Or was he wrong the first time?
There was a beaver mascot on set… it looks like they are filming at a school called Beaverdale
Jensen and Jared filed outside in fed suits
Chuck will be in this one. Jensen directed him first alone with his beard unshaved (so maybe a solo Chuck scene or him interacting with others/not the boys). There are also theories of a time jump in this ep.
This will be a one off, classic monster hunting episode with some ties to ongoing storylines. Sam and Dean will leave the bunker to keep their skills sharp
Jensen directed
Misha will not be in this ep
SD Comic Con was during filming
Dean will be in the bunker in tactical equipment with a BEARD- fighting someone
 Episode 15x05
Title: Proverbs 17:3
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: RICHARD SPEIGHT, JR. DIRECTS – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean’s (Jensen Ackles) routine case turns out to be anything but. Richard Speight, Jr. directed the episode written by Steve Yockey (#1505). Original Airdate 11/14/2019.
Written by: Yockey
Director: Speight
Filming Dates:  9/4-9/13
Airdate: 11/14
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? No  Jack? doubtful
Guest stars: 
Other Spoilers/info::
This will most likely be Yockey’s last episode.
Matt Cohen was around, but I imagine he is following directors to prep for his own debut directing. 
Scenes were filmed in the bunker and in a wooded area. A woman could be heard screaming in the outside scene. 
The bible verse referenced is: “The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: But the LORD trieth the hearts.”
 Episode 15x06
Title: Golden Time
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: OUT OF DIFFICULTIES GROW MIRACLES – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) are visited by an old friend. Castiel (Misha Collins) investigates the disappearance of a local teen. John Showalter directed the episode written by Meredith Glynn (#1506). Original Airdate 11/21/2019.
Written by: Meredith Glynn
Director: Steve Boyum
Filming Dates:  9/16-9/25
Airdate: 11/21
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Yes Jack? Not sure
Guest stars: 
Other Spoilers/info:
Misha tweeted from set in costume, so Cas. 
Misha also tweeted a pic in blood spatter with two bullet holes in his shirt
At least Jensen and Jared filmed in Rowena’s apartment 
This will be a witch episode- Witches will invade Rowena’s apartment looking for books. They are very powerful. Dean gets thrown into a wall and Sam uses magic to stop them (from TVGuide)
 Episode 15x07
Title: Last Call
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 
Written by: Jeremy Adams
Director: Amyn Kaderali
Filming Dates:  9/26- 10/7
Airdate: Dec 7th is what Christian Kane tweeted…. But that is a Saturday. Dec 5th maybe?
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel ? Yes Jack ? 
Guest stars: 
Other Spoilers/info :
Misha posted from set in new shoes- very shiny with well tailored pants. (The next day he posted in full Cas costume, so are the shoes a one off? Another outfit with new shoes?)
Misha and Jensen made a video from set. I feel like if Jared was around he would have been in it since it was about money raised?  Maybe a Dean Cas scene?
There will be a battle scene in this that Jensen mentioned he was looking forward to and we would enjoy. 
After NJ Con, it appeared that Jensen returned to work, Jared and Misha stayed an extra day and then Misha went home.
Jensen and Christian filmed at a bar called Swazey’s. This was the fight scene Jensen was referring to. 
At some point, Sam might be shirtless or we can see part of his chest- Jared had his anti-possession tattoo at the weekend convention.
Per TVGuide, Leo and Dean will have a wild night out in an effort for Dean to recapture his mojo. Dean will become the lead of a band called Dean and the Impalas, which is made up of Supernatural crew. 
Osric Chau popped over to set, but he is filming on Legends of Tomorrow in the same studio. Sebastin Roche also indicated he would come by, he is filming on Batgirl. Unfortunately, neither Kevin or Balthazar will appear in this one. 
 Episode 15x08
Title: Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 
Written by: Buckleming
Director: Speight
Filming Dates:  10/8- 10/18 (no filming 10/14 for Canadian Thanksgiving)
Airdate: 
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel ? yes Jack ? 
Guest stars: Jake Abel, Shoshannah Stern
Other Spoilers/info:
Jake Abel posted a script with the caption “hell hath no fury like a brother scorned”
Shoshannah Stern was spotted on set- Eileen!
This will be the midseason finale
At BurCon, Misha mentioned Dean is still acting like “a dick” in the ep they were filming- which is this one. 
 Episode 15x09
Title: 
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 
Written by: Berens
Director: Singer
Filming Dates:  10/21-10/30
Airdate: 
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel ? I can’t tell but maybe not Jack ? maybe
Guest stars: Rob Benedict, Kim Rhodes, Jim Beaver
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
Midseason premier episode
Misha was at home for the first week of filming
Alex and Rob were hanging out- Chuck and JACK?
Kim Rhodes posted in front of the SPN set and with her trailer- Jody looks very likely. She also had dyed hair and she has been rockin the grey for the past few Jody eps. Maybe a flashback/AU?
Jim Beaver posted from set- Bobby!
Jensen shared that in this episode, Dean will pray to Cas to “confess” why he has been treating Cas the way he has. 
Episode 15x10
Title: 
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 
Written by: Dabb
Director: Showalter
Filming Dates:  
Airdate: 10/31- 11/11
Photos: 
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel ? Jack ? 
Guest stars: 
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
Misha texted some local fans from set in costume about an WA election, but after the convention was in NYC for a couple of days. 
The story will be about Sam and Dean as heroes from the good and bad side (from MarySue)
At DCCon, Jensen shared that  this a bit of a wacky episode- Sam and Dean lose their abilities to fight, Dean gets cavities and Sam gets a cold.
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CHAPTER FOUR
WARNINGS: underage drinking, a wee bit smutty, and talks of politics! (oh and this is mainly about Megan so josh is hardly mentioned)
It was Saturday. Megan and Will had been talking ever since Friday and agreed to go together at the party, Megan hadn’t mentioned any news of it to Jenna knowing it would just freak her out. That night when Megan came home Jenna didn’t even mention the game or anything knowing Megan was upset with Josh.
“So what are you wearing tonight?” Jenna asked taking her eyes off the computer and Megan shrugged, “not sure, but whatever looks good with a sling.” Megan said, soon she was supposed to get out of the big one and into an actual sling not one that was designed for only therapists to learn how to take on and off.
“Okay, so can we talk about yesterday? Who was the girl with josh?” Jenna closed her computer sitting up from her bed looking over at her roommate was smiling at her phone before turning it off looking over at Jenna dropping her smile, “her name is Maddie and she’s josh’s sex buddy.” Megan said as Jenna made a disgusted face shaking her head, “so he invited you to watch them basically make out?” She shivered disgustingly again shaking her head, “what an asshole, megs, I’m sorry.” She frowned to her friend, Megan was over it. It didn’t even matter because Megan and Josh were friends, or well they were and now Megan was just mad at him for his behavior.
“Yeah well then he acted like he never even invited me which really stung. I could care less that all they did was made out, it just hurt that he forgot I even came.” She let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling now. Megan was used to being treated like this. All the boys she ever talked to pretended to care for her, but then when another girl they really care for they would just ghost her and then text her in a few months thinking things were going to be better when it wasn’t. It was why she was so hesitant to even trust Jenna for thinking that it was good for her to go out with josh, because now she knew how she would be treated if she ever was with him.
“I’m sorry, megs.” Jenna went over and sat down on her bed taking a hold of her friends free hand, “boys are stupid. Tonight, we are going to forget about them.” She offered a smile and Megan laughed sitting up gently, “what about your boyfriend?”
“You’re a lot more important than a boy, Megan, duh!”
The little red dress hugged Megan’s curves as she stood there looking at herself in the mirror. Everything looked fine up until it got to her arm with the sling. She hated that it ruined every outfit she wore.
“Megan! My boyfriend is here! Lets go!” Jenna banged on the bathroom door as Megan rolled her eyes looking into the mirror one last time making sure her makeup was good enough to go out and then she took her phone opening the bathroom door and turning off the lights to see Jenna standing there as she smiled, “oh you look so pretty!” Jenna gushed as Megan smiled, “so do you!” She said for the first time in nearly weeks giving back the same vibe causing Jenna to get even more excited, “look at you! I’m so happy you’re coming.” Jenna giggled as Megan laughed as they all made their way down the hall.
“What type of pregame drinking did you guys do?”
“You guys go ahead I’m waiting for someone actually.” Megan said and Jenna nodded her head leaving Megan outside only for a minute before will had arrived, “wow,” he said walking up to her as she laughed, “you look good.” He said as she blushed opening one of the buttons on his button-shirt, “so do you.” She said as he shrugged sticking his hands in his pockets, “I actually just rolled out of bed.”
“Really?”
“I’m joking no.” He laughed as they both walked in the loud house seeing some of her teammates as she said hello to them and a few of the boys from the lacrosse team saying hello to them.
“So who do you know on the lacrosse team?” Megan asked as they entered the kitchen that was a little bit quieter and will positioned her so the guy running through wouldn’t bump into her shoulder, “thank you,” she smiled up at him, “well I’m friends with some of the guys, they are buddies of mine from high school or because apparently I go out too much that’s how.” He laughed pouring himself a drink and Megan handed him her cup as he poured her one too, “so you’re a party animal?” She asked as they both moved into a corner where Megan’s hurt shoulder was facing the wall so no one could bump into it.
“Some might think that, but I really only get out on Saturday’s sometimes because hockey is everyday, I mean you would understand being involved in classes, clubs, and your own sport is a lot of time and dedication that you just don’t have time to party.” He said and she nodded her head, “yeah, what’s your major?”
“Political science.” He said and she smiled taking a look at him scanning up and down, “what?” He asked half laughing as she smiled shaking her head taking a sip of her drink, “what? Come on, tell me.” He asked and she sighed, “you just don’t look like someone who’d be into politics, most hockey players just kind of join a crowd like I swear you guys are your own political party.” She joked on the last part as he laughed moving closer to her, “well I don’t think I’m really like them considering most of them just hear one side and join that side not really agreeing but doing so.”
“I don’t think you’re like them either, considering that you’re into politics and seem to care.”
“Well thank you, I do. So what’s your major?” He asked, “premed.” She said and he seemed a bit stunned when she said that, “so you’re pretty much smart?” He asked and she laughed shaking her head, “no! You and Josh think that.”
“well it’s premed! Come on, tell me something about medicine.” He said as she now played with rim of her cup shaking her head and he begged once again, “come on? I want to know something tell me a fact. I’ll tell you one about polisci if you tell me about premed?”
She looked up from her cup giving in now, “Alright, umm there’s studies saying eating ice cream for breakfast increases your function of the brain.” She said laughing pushing her hair out of her face as he few people brushed past them now as where they were standing was getting more crowded.
“Alright, well did you know that Athens believed that living a public life is making life worth living.”
“Explain.” She said as he got bumped a bit closer to her now, “it just means that we should make our lives worth living for, and that somehow we always make our lives worse for ourselves by picking out every bad outcome or sticking on the worst things when life can be so much more. I mean that to me is how I take it.” He said looking down at her as she nodded her head, “I like that fact more than my own.” They both laughed, “you want another drink?”
“Yeah, I’d love that.”
The night had gone on and the more Megan kept drinking, of course, the worse she got. She and will ended up meeting up with Jenna and her boyfriend, seeing that Jenna was just as drunk and needed support from her boyfriend, as Megan was almost to that point if she kept drinking. Will was buzzed, but he was nothing like Megan was.
“You’re with will I’m so fucking jealous!” Jenna hissed as they both went into the bathroom together because Jenna claimed she needed to redo her makeup, and Megan agreed to go in the bathroom with her.
“Yeah just for tonight though,” Megan laughed gripping a hold of the counter watching Jenna redo her makeup for a couple of minutes before they both walked out seeing the boys had both stayed together, “Alright we are going home now, so it was nice meeting you will.” Jenna’s boyfriend said as Megan waved goodbye clinging onto will as they followed behind making their way downstairs, “I’m going to get another drink.” Megan shouted as will followed behind her as she successfully made her way over without getting hit by anybody as she grabbed one of the bottles of corona on the table and handing it to Will to open as he did so grabbing two cups and splitting the drink, “hey!” She slurred turning to him as he shook his head, “you’re already drunk enough.” He said as she rolled her eyes as he handed her the cup with the smaller amount hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“You know, my roommate thinks you’re hot.” Megan said moving closer to will running her hands down his chest. The buttons of his shirt kept getting undone even more as the night went on as more bodies started showing up.
“Yeah? What do you think?” He asked with a smirk and she laughed moving into his body as she barely even noticed the music before up until now, “I think so to.” She smiled as he did too pressing a kiss to her lips and she set her cup down wrapping her free arm around his neck, “want to get out of here?” He asked practically out of breath when he came up for air, “yeah,” she breathed out as they both made their way out of the house.
“Did you see that?”
“See what?”
“Will and Megan.”
His hips were pressed against hers gently as she laid there underneath him. Her sling was off—due to her request saying she didn’t want to have sex with him with a restriction–and her hands freely moved in his hair, “how are you this good?” She asked as he laughed collapsing down on her carefully as she let out a moan, “you ever been with a guy who knew what he was doing?” He asked rolling off her body and she shook her head looking over at him, “never?” He asked sitting up as she panted trying to catch her breath, “no,” she admitted feeling embarrassed and he moved close to her gently wrapping his arm around her, “you ever had sex before?” He asked and she laughed nodding her head, “yes I have, just I guess not with someone like you that’s for sure .” She said and he laughed pressing a kiss against her shoulder without the stitches, “come on let’s go get cleaned up.” He got up out of bed putting his boxers on as Megan put her underwear and bra back on following him into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and he unexpectedly lifted her up onto the bathroom counter, “hopefully you don’t have therapy tomorrow these are a little fresh still.” He said pointing out the hickeys he gave her and she blushed shaking her head, “I don’t, but I’m assuming these will still be here on Monday so josh will question.” She laughed as he went to feel the water as he turned the knob and the water started to fall hitting against the tiles.
“Well josh shouldn’t question considering since you watched him make out with another girl and he has no right to do so.” Will said as she held out her arms knowing she couldn’t get down without somehow being clumsy and hitting her shoulder so he picked her back up and she took her things off as he joined her now in the shower, “well you know I left some on you too, so if he asks what are you going to say?” She asked and he shrugged, “do you want me to tell him it was you?” He asked and she shrugged as he reached behind her grabbing the soap as he put it back starting to rub it all over her, “I don’t care if you tell him, I just don’t want him to think I’m using you.”
“Well are you?”
“No, never I like you a lot more than him.”
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dweetwise · 4 years
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yes hello i am back on my bullshit again, presenting you yet another felix x ace! (also i’m taking the creative liberty to call the ship riconti because it sounds like a cheese or something and i found it funny) anyways, this one is just me thirsting over the oktoberfest skin through ace, ft. some suggestive language but no nsfw!
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Felix X Ace: Clothes make the man
The whole thing starts as an offhand comment.
"—I mean, it's clearly tailored. He pulls it off,” Ace is telling Meg, who has been complaining about Felix's stuffy suit and even stuffier attitude for five minutes straight. “But it's so impractical!” the girl argues. “Wasn't he on some kind of field trip when he was taken? What kind of guy wears a suit to that?” “I don't know, but I'm not going to complain about free eye candy,” Ace smirks, and Meg rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot rich snobs are your thing. Sucks you can't scam him for his money in here,” Meg snarks. “Excuse me for having taste,” Ace shoots back. “I wish I had a suit like that. Do you think it's Gucci?” “Burberry,” an increasingly familiar voice answers from behind him and Meg whips her head around to look at its owner, eyes wide in shock at having been caught gossiping. Meanwhile Ace, liking to think he has more self-control, schools his face into a pleasant smile and slowly turns around to face Felix. “Would have been my next guess,” Ace says, trying not to let it show that he's mentally slapping himself for essentially thirsting over Felix when the other was within earshot. “I like the cut. You've got good taste.”
He’s feebly trying to save some of his wounded ego, but probably ends up laying it on too thick. Felix fidgets a little, maybe not used to getting compliments, before he seems to catch himself. He meets Ace's eyes and the hint of a smirk tugs on his lip.
“Wish I could say the same,” Felix says, pointedly looking at Ace's flamingo sweater, before turning around and walking away and leaving Ace to gape at the unexpected sass from the normally serious man. “I take it back, I like him!” Meg snickers beside him.
The Entity seems to share Ace's enthusiasm for Felix's fashion sense, and only a few trials in Felix is already in a different suit, this one a grey plaid.
“Hmm…” Ace pretends to mull over when they're working on a generator together. “Did you see something?” Felix asks, hurriedly glancing over the top of the machine to try, in vain, to spot the killer. “I think the navy blue suits you better,” Ace smirks at his own pun. “Though the plaid certainly makes a statement. Shame that statement is ‘I'm a grandpa at thirty years old’.” “You know, in my job, gold is really only used for trims. Any more than that is just tacky," Felix deadpans, not even sparing a glance at Ace's obnoxiously golden silk outfit. “And it's thirty-eight.”
Ace doesn't bother suppressing his grin over the fact that Felix seems happy to go along with his silly banter.
It becomes sort of an inside joke between them, and when Felix shows up to the campfire in a porn stache and driving gloves, Ace chokes on a laugh.
“I’m sorry, is this an 80's theme party?” Ace jokes. “Careful you don't end up on a propaganda poster with a stache like that.” “Why are you wearing an eye patch?” Felix immediately shoots back. “Is this the 16th century? Should we break out the rum and set sail?”
Ace hears Quentin snort beside him.
“It's a pilot outfit,” Ace argues, pulling his jacket with the pin-up print tighter against himself defensively. “No, mine is a pilot outfit,” Felix deadpans, and Ace can't really argue, not when the other is wearing a bomber jacket and pilot glasses and leather gloves. “Yours is a blind truck driver.”
Bill coughs out something akin to a laugh on the other side of camp and Ace bites his lip to stop himself from doing the same.
“Can I borrow the shades some time?” Ace forfeits the argument, and Felix smiles just the tiniest bit. “Sure.”
And Felix actually follows through with the promise, switching sunglasses with him when Ace later complains his own don’t go with his outfit. It’s a pretty cute gesture, like they were close friends or even a couple, and when Felix snorts and tells him he looks ridiculous it just serves to make Ace smile brighter.
It’s not like the exchange or the ones before it mean anything, it’s just harmless joking with the occasional flirt. Ace still thinks Felix is attractive, but he doesn’t have any illusions that the man would be into him like that, with what having a girlfriend and unborn baby back home, not to mention Ace having a good ten years on him in age. Still, he appreciates that Felix goes along with his cheeky comments, at least not grossed out by or taking offense to Ace’s flirting.
He only gets to keep the shades for one trial, because the Entity has blessed Felix with another outfit for Ace to offer his unsolicited opinion on.
“Oh my god,” Ace comments when he spots the horrendous, grease-streaked mop in place of Felix’s normally expertly styled hair. “Are you a closet hipster? Is an avocado smoothie going to fall out of the hat?” he quips, eyeing the fedora that is, in Ace’s humble opinion, vastly inferior to all of his own hats. “I needed a disguise to lay low for a while, and what better way to hide in plain sight in a big city?” Felix defends his unkempt hair and dirty t-shirt. “What’s your excuse?” he shoots back.
Ace glances down at his generously open shirt—gold again, just to annoy Felix—and tacky sequin pants.
“Vegas, baby,” Ace grins. “If you’d ever been, you’d know.” “I’ve never been happier to say I haven’t,” Felix chuckles. “I don’t think I could handle more of… whatever this is,” he says, gesturing to Ace’s outfit. “When we get out of here, I’m definitely taking you,” Ace quips. “I just want to see you cry over all the flashy satin and fake gold.”
Felix doesn’t roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment like Ace expects. Instead, he stares blankly in confusion for a few seconds, before his expression settles into a smile Ace can’t quite place.
“Alright,” Felix simply says, and combined with the soft smile it’s enough to make Ace nervously look around camp for a distraction. “Hey, Kate!” he hollers, spotting the songstress braiding Meg’s hair. “You got a hairband for our friend and his questionable hair style over there?”
He ends up regretting the question as soon as Kate insists on braiding Felix’s hair and the normally standoffish man, somehow, goes along with it. He can’t believe he’s jealous for someone getting to touch the grimy, unkempt strands, and it sure as hell doesn’t help that Felix seems to like it. Kate looks thrilled to get to spend some quality time with the man, chatting about this and that and taking way longer than necessary to make the hairstyle, and Ace ends up walking away and pestering Dwight to play some cards with him so he can at least win at something.
His win streak over the poor boy is interrupted when Felix later sits down with them, gesturing for Ace to deal him in, and Ace can’t quite hide his pleased grin that Felix would rather spend time with him than the beautiful girl who just played with his hair for half an hour.
“Better?” Felix asks him, turning his head to display the most pathetic French braid Ace has ever seen, ending in a ponytail that’s barely an inch in length. “Much better,” Ace says, definitely referring to the company and not the state of his hair, and even the normally diplomatic Dwight gives him a weird glance over his cards after taking in Kate’s handiwork.
Only a few trials after the incident, Ace has the pleasure of spawning together with Felix in one of the Yamaoka maps. When he sees a horrendous checkered pattern from the corner of his eye, he knows he’s in for a treat.
He quickly turns to face the man, nearly tripping over some shrubbery as the Entity decided to place him in some inconvenient bamboo. He meets Felix's eye, opening his mouth to start a snarky comment, when his thoughts come to a complete halt upon seeing the entirety of the outfit.
“Well? Get it over with,” Felix demands, crossing his arms self-consciously and—lord have mercy—blushing a little.
Ace's brain is reduced to white noise in the equivalent of ‘hhhHhhHHhh’ while he just stands there, feet still in the stupid bamboo, and stares.
Felix's hair is now an impeccable undercut, a few loose strands framing his features beautifully, and the perfectly trimmed stubble adds a rugged charm to his handsome face. The vest is stylish, a navy blue similar to the suit Ace likes, and the checkered shirt shouldn't work with it but it does, and there's even a matching handkerchief in his breast pocket. Ace's horny brain immediately goes to hanky code and shut up brain it's in the wrong pocket—
Ace mentally shakes his head and looks at Felix's pants instead. And that was a bad idea, because he’s wearing fucking. Leather. Pants.
Again, it should look ridiculous, but Ace feels himself start salivating at the idea of them hugging Felix's ass—ugh, focus!
The pants have small ribbons on the sides and the entire ensemble is so goddamn adorable and sexy that he can't even deal. And Ace has seen a lot of handsome men during his life, mostly in the mirror, but right now, Felix takes the cake.
Felix's attitude shifts from embarrassed to curious when Ace isn't immediately opening his big mouth like usual.
“If this is how all Germans dress, it’s a tragedy I’ve never been,” Ace flirts, his dick having taken over his brain and his mouth running on autopilot.
Instead of insulting Ace's panama hat and favorite pink shirt, Felix clears his throat and averts his eyes.
“You don't look too bad yourself,” Felix mutters, cheeks heating up again as he twiddles with the cuff of his shirt.
Ace idly wonders if the bamboo bush is big enough for them to make out in without being spotted—brain, focus! The guy is just being polite, no need to jump his bones!
They've got the usual back-and-forth out of the way, but Felix still isn't moving to start the trial, regarding Ace warily and fidgeting, and he's just so fucking hot—ugh, he needs to say something, doesn't he?
“God, the things I'd let you do to me," Ace thinks while he says ‘We should find a generator’ because he's not going to creep Felix out any further—
Felix chokes on nothing and his face flushes bright red, and Ace belatedly realizes his brain got its wires crossed and he definitely said the first bit out loud. Shit, that was definitely out of line, and if Felix hasn’t been offended before he sure as hell should be now.
There’s a screech from his left and Ace has never been so glad to take a bonesaw to the shoulder as when the Nurse teleports next to him and interrupts their awkward conversation, Ace finally running out of the goddamn shrubbery while clutching his injured shoulder. Strangely enough, the Nurse doesn’t follow him as he runs up to the temple, and soon after he hears Felix yelp instead, the killer chasing him around the shack.
Damn, now he somehow needs to make it up to Felix both to apologize for his foot-in-mouth syndrome and for him taking the Nurse off Ace’s back.
Unfortunately for them, the Nurse isn't playing around this match, and when she returns to tunnel Felix right off the hook, Ace barely even gets the chance to yell out a “Move!” and throw himself in the way of the attack, much less talk to him about what happened earlier.
Soon Ace is walking back into camp, the second to last to have been sacrificed, only Claudette remaining in the trial and trying to find the hatch. He's already prepared an apology, and hopefully he'll be able to joke it off and Felix won't be weirded out by him. Well, at least not more than usual.
But then he spots Felix talking to Dwight by the edge of the camp, and Dwight freezes mid-conversation upon seeing Ace, before his face twists into a—smirk? Since when has Dwight smirked?—and he says something to Felix before taking off, walking over to where Steve and Ash look to be engaged in a game of tic-tac-toe.
Ace doesn't even have time to ponder why Dwight suddenly seems like he knows way too much, because Felix is approaching him and he knows this is a make or break it situation.
“Dwight seemed awfully smug, huh?” Ace jokes to buy himself some time after his carefully crafted apology flies out the window when he sees Felix’s serious expression. “We need to talk,” Felix says, looking and sounding every bit the stern businessman Meg thinks he is. “Yeah, alright,” Ace agrees and tries not to deflate too much upon essentially being shut down before he can even try to make things right.
As he follows Felix out into the woods away from prying eyes, he considers whether it's even worth apologizing if their friendship is done with anyway. He just hopes this won't cause unnecessary drama within the group, the others sure as hell don’t need to get involved.
His train of thought is interrupted when he's suddenly pushed against a tree, letting out a startled yelp that he’ll later vehemently deny. Shit, is Felix going to beat him up?
An arm wrapping around his hip is finally enough to pull Ace out of his racing thoughts, and when he looks up at the man he finally realizes that Felix is definitely not upset with him, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the clear bedroom eyes thrown his way.
“Is this not okay?” Felix asks, his dark gaze faltering from insecurity. “Naw, baby, just took me by surprise,” Ace practically purrs, a lazy grin spreading over his face as the familiar confidence returns, his hands running over Felix's shoulders appreciatively. “I thought you were upset with me from before, not that you'd take me up on the offer.” “Well, I—” Felix starts, clearing his throat self-consciously. “I've wanted this for quite some time, and Dwight said you probably wouldn't be opposed, so…”
That's what they were talking about? And Dwight convinced Felix that Ace is down to fuck? Shit, he needs to get the kid a fruit basket or something to thank him.
“He's definitely not wrong,” Ace says, trying for a seductive look but probably ends up leering stupidly from the anticipation instead. But apparently it gets the job done, because Felix pulls him tighter against him and leans in for a kiss.
And okay, wow, apparently he wasn't lying about really wanting this, because there's an urgency in the way he practically devours Ace's mouth, letting out an appreciative groan when Ace parts his lips and encourages him to deepen the kiss.
So maybe he should be worried about Felix's girlfriend or his sudden interest in men or whether he's looking for more than a casual fuck. But Ace has never been good at thinking certain things through and he's not about to start now, not when he has a breathless and flushed Felix pulling away from the kiss and looking at him with lust-blown eyes.
“I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Felix breathes, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile. “You really should have just asked,” Ace smirks, a little amazed that he managed to miss all the signs, because there’s nothing subtle about the way Felix looks at him now. “I was working up to it,” Felix argues. “But then you started practically eye fucking me—” “I was looking respectfully,” Ace corrects, causing Felix to snort. “You stood in a bush and drooled, and then propositioned me,” Felix points out. “Yeah, and you liked it so much you blushed like a virgin and started flirting and took the killer off of me—which, thanks for that, by the way—” Ace starts. “You're welcome.” “—and… why did I think you were mad at me again?” Ace realizes. “No idea. I thought it was pretty obvious why I dragged you here to ‘talk’,” Felix emphasizes, gaze roaming appreciatively over his body. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Ace encourages, flashing his signature smirk in challenge.
And Ace learns that no matter how much he likes Felix's outfit, getting to help Felix out of it is even better.
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butwhyduh · 5 years
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Halloween Costumes
Peter Parker x reader
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Warning: smut, language
Word count: 1077
Summary: you try on costumes and ask Peter's opinion.
"You're coming to Ned's Halloween party?" Peter asked you as you walked to your next class. He swatted a hanging cardboard bat from in front of your face without looking.
"Uh yeah. Of course, babe. I wouldn't miss it," you smiled as you clutched books to your chest.
"I'll carry those," he said grabbing them from your hands. "Unless you don't want me to. Because I know that women are strong and capable," Peter babbled.
"Its okay. Thank you," you said tucking hair behind your ear. Peter opened the door to class and you both walked in. Your other classmates sat on tables lining the walls of the room. Peter sat next to you and you felt him watch you throughout class when he thought you weren't looking.
After class you two separated as he had another class and you decided to buy a costume. Nothing like the last minute, right? You went to the Halloween store and tried on a couple of costumes.
You wanted something to drive Peter crazy but not get all the guys attention. You texted him pictures of the costumes. The first was a witch which Peter sent a simple "lol" which you vetoed.
The second costume you tried on was a mermaid that he responded.
Peter: aww 😙
Which was okay. You kinda liked it so it was a maybe.
The third costume you grabbed as a lark and would never wear in public and was a sexy nurse. It was short, tight, and showed a lot of cleavage. You might have played all of that up for the picture you sent him. He quickly responded with
Peter: wow😍
Peter: you want to wear that in public?👀
Peter: not that that's a problem
Y/n: it's a joke Peter. I don't wanna wear that
The fourth outfit was a pirate costume. Peter responded.
Peter: I'm going as a pirate. We'll match. 😍😍
Y/n: perfect 😘
You took off the outfit when you had a thought. You sent Peter another picture. This time only your underwear.
Peter: Baby, I'm in class. 😫 I can't do anything about the problem you gave me.
Y/n: I'll take care of it after class.
Peter: I'll be patient with another pic....
You pulled your bra off and sent him another picture. You quickly dressed and left the dressing room to pay.
Peter: I lied. Imma fake being sick. I have no patience.
Y/n: just finish class. I'll make worth your time.
Peter: 😘
You went back to your dorm and waited for Peter. You changed clothing. He arrived way too fast after class.
"You didn't skip did you?" You asked with hands on your hips. Peter found that distracting since you were only in a bra and underwear.
"I umm, I might have webbed over," he said blushing. You stared for a second before a smile overtook your face. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. You lightly kissed him.
Peter grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed as he kissed you deeply. He laid you on the bed and you shifted to pull your Halloween bags out from under your back.
"This is your costume?" He said looking in the bag. He grabbed the pirate hat from the bag and put it on. Peter wiggled his eyebrows suggestive.
"Ooo, that's kinda kinky," you said pulling him for a kiss with a grin. He smiled and blushed like crazy. You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Peter pulled your underwear down. You separated to kick some of your clothing off.
You palmed him through his shorts. He thrust in your hand. You slowly pumped him and he grunted. His hands ran along your body. Peter grasped your breasts and rolled your nipple between his thumb.
"Sending me pictures in class," he said as his hand ran down your stomach to dip in your heat. You moaned and pumped just the tip of his cock. "the things you do to me."
"Yeah," you said releasing him as Peter lined up to your core. He sunk into you. He stilled as he bottomed out. "Please...Move...Pete."
He suddenly pulled back and thrust into you. He began a slow steady pace. Peter's curls peaked out of the stupid pirate hat he wore. His eyes were clenched closed as he moved. You wrapped your legs around his back.
You reached a hand out and found the costume bag. You pulled out an eye patch and put it on. You waited for Peter to see.
"What the hell?" Peter said suddenly before bursting out in laughter. You giggled. He stopped and looked at you. "That's... that's horrifying."
"Awww. I was going to get fake teeth next," you teased while taking the eye patch off.
"I would be out and you would miss this," he said before roughly thrusting. You gasped. Peter did it again and you moaned. He raised a brow in surprise before repeating the action.
You groaned loudly. He looked in delight before repeating. You really seemed to enjoy this. Peter began thrusting hard. He was going to pull the hat off but then you really seemed to like the way he was moving so he forgot.
Peter felt a little foolish but that was quickly forgotten when he felt you tighten around him. Your breaths came in short pants punctured by soft moans. Peter could see and feel that you were close. You pulled your legs to his shoulders.
Peter felt like he would cum immediately from that but was able to hold off. He thrust faster and you made a strangled moan as you came. Peter whimpered as you clenched around him tightly. His movement faltered and he came as well.
Peter rested his head on your shoulder. You kissed his hair. After a minute Peter pulled out and rolled to your side. The pirate hat fell off. He pepper soft kisses on your hair and cheek.
"Are we going to get dressed for the party?" You asked.
"Uh yeah, sounds like a plan. Ned will be expecting us. Do you want this hat back?" Peter said reaching for the hat.
"I think it looks better on you."
"It this a kink? Do you have a pirate hat kink?" Peter asked smirking.
"Oh God no. Only on Halloween. Don't kink shame," you said playfully shoving him. Peter grinned.
"Kink same?"
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bamby0304 · 5 years
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The Hart III: Secrets
Chapter Five- 1973
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Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?
Warnings: Angst.
Bamby
EPOV
The sound of someone moving around the hotel room had me roll on the couch so I could face whoever it was. But I hadn't needed to turn to know who was moving about. I'd known it was Sam.
"You're going, aren't you?"
He froze at the sound of my soft voice, looking at me as if he were a deer caught in headlights. "Uh... yeah..."
Sighing, I threw my blanket off and sat, looking up at him. "And what do you want me to tell him if he wakes up?" I asked, nodding to Dean.
Glancing briefly at his brother, Sam shrugged. "You'll think of something." Tugging his jacket on, her started for the door.
I found myself focusing on a stain on the ground as I spoke again. "When are you going to tell him? About Ruby? The demons? Everything?"
He paused at the door, his hand on the handle. "When are you going to tell him about your boyfriend?"
Tensing, I fell silent as I watched him walk out without another word. What we'd said was too heavy to really respond to. There was no right answer we could provide. Both of us knew that our secrets weren't good. They weren't all bad but they definitely weren't good.
Sam knew Dean would disapprove of his extracurricular activities. He knew his brother wouldn't like that Ruby had been by his side, helping with said activities for months now.
At the same time, I knew telling Dean about my boyfriend… well it was complicated.
I'd always said I wasn't the type to settle down, commit, find someone and decided to stay with them. I'd been the kind of girl to go from person to person, and I enjoyed the ride. Having no strings attached seemed like the only way for me. Until him. Tristan.
At the thought of him, I was reminded of the ache inside me. For the last few days it had been getting worse and worse, almost making me sick. Part of me was wondering if it was because of all this distance from him.
Groaning, I reached over to my bag and grabbed the small bottle of pills that sat in the front pocket. Getting to my feet, I moved over to the bathroom to get a drink and wash my face, hoping the pills might help me get some sleep.
DPOV
Screams, everywhere. I could hear them all. Feel it all. It was like I'd never left. Like I was cursed to repeat it over and over for the rest of my life. Torture from the torture I'd already gone through.
Hell.
When Meg- while in Sam's body- had described Hell, I hadn't really understood what she meant. But now I did.
There was nothing on Earth that I could compare Hell to. Nothing so painful or terrifying. There was no way I could adequately describe what it was like there.
Pain, blood, screams, all the horrors you could imagine and so much more. All of it plagued my mind as I tried desperately to get some kind of sleep.
I woke up with a start, covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breath come out ragged and faster than usual.
"Hello, Dean."
At the sound of someone's voice, I sat up and turned quickly, finding Castiel sitting on my bed.
"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, turning to look at me, a knowing look in his eyes.
Instead of answering I shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, shoving my jacket- that I'd been using as a blanket- off. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?"
"Listen to me. You have to stop it."
"Stop what?"
But just like how I'd dodged his question, he didn't answer. Instead he raised his hand and pressed two fingers to my forehead. I'm exactly sure what he did to me, but suddenly I was out like a light.
EPOV
Drying my hair with the crappy hotel towel, I walked out of the bathroom only to come to a stop.
Sitting there, on Dean's bed, was Castiel. But that wasn't all that was different. Now Dean was gone. Which meant I was alone, with an angel...
"Where's Dean?"
He rose from the bed and walked around to stand in the middle of the room, now facing me completely.
If he wasn't so powerful and intimidating, and I wasn't taken, I probably would have tried flirting with him. They guy was hot. I mean, hot. Tall, dark and mysterious. The slight shadow of hair growing on his face- too short to be shaved yet- and the way his clothes sat haphazardly, it all just added to his attractiveness.
"Dean's gone."
His answer pushed my nerves down as an annoyance grew. I knew Dean was gone, I wanted to where he went. "Where is he?"
"It's none of your concern."
Taking a step closer to the angel, I glared at him, ignoring the fact my mind was telling me to back off. "Look, I don't care who you are, and I certainly don't care about whatever plans you have for this war you should be fighting yourself." Dean had told us what Castiel had told him about Lucifer and Lilith. "Dean is my concern. He's my friend. He's family. So, you will tell me where he is."
He seemed so unfazed as he looked down at where I now stood barely a step away from him. "Or what?"
"Or I'll do whatever it takes to makes sure Dean doesn't do what you want him to do. I'll convince him to hate you and your kind, to distrust you all, to never believe a single word that passes through your lips." When he opened his mouth to respond, I went on, "And before you say I can't... there isn't much I can't do once I set my mind to it. So, tell me where he is. Now."
DPOV
"Move it buddy. You can't sleep here."
My eyes shot up as I woke and sat up. I was outside, the sun bright and shinning down on me to a point where I could hardly see as my eyes adjusted.
Standing by me was a cop, looking less than impressed with me.
"Okay..." I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. "Sleep where?"
"Anywhere but here." He gestured to where I was lying before walking off.
I sat up and frowned at the bus stop bench I'd been asleep on. Whatever Castiel did to me, he sent me somewhere that clearly wasn't my hotel room. Which meant he left Liz and Sam there without me and they had no idea where I was.
Pulling out my phone, I went to call them but found I had no signal. "Perfect." With a groan I got up and walked across the road, heading over to a place called Jay Bird's Diner.
Walking in, I looked around the joint. There was some kind of old music playing in the background as people sat around eating food and drinking coffee. It was like any other diner.
Moving to the counter, I took a seat next to a guy, looking over at him. "Hey, where the hell am I?"
He turned to me, answering. "Jay Bird's Diner."
I knew that. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."
The corner of his lip rose a little before he filled in the blanks. "Lawrence, Kansas."
Sighing, I faced the counter again. "Lawrence." Great...
"Hey, you okay buddy?"
"Yeah, tough night."
Nodding, he gestured to the waiter behind the counter. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg."
Pulling out my phone, I showed it to him, hoping he could help me with the signal problem as well. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"
"The USS Enterprise?" he gave a short chuckle, turning back to the newspaper in front of him.
The waiter came over then, placing the coffee in front of me. He was dressed like he'd just stepped out of a cliched '70s hippie movie. With the moustache, shaggy hair and flared pants, the whole outfit screamed flower power.
"Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" I grinned into my cup, taking a sip.
"Sonny and Cher broke up?" the guy next to me asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Even the waiter looked surprised.
Wait... what?
Turning around, I gave the place a better look, and only just realised what I'd miss before. The bad hair-dos, clothes, music. Even the furniture and style of the place seemed off, out dated. It was like...
Looking to the guy next to me again, I glanced at his newspaper, reading the date. Monday, April 30, 1973.
Son of a bitch. Castiel sent me back in time.
"Hey, Winchester."
I turned to see an older man walking into the diner, headed straight for the counter, moving to the guy next to me.
"Son of a bitch." The old guy shook his hand. "How you doing, Corporal?"
The guy next to me smiled. "Hey, Mr D."
"I heard you were back."
"Yeah, a little while now."
"Good to have you home, John, damn good."
John. "Dad?" I muttered to myself, still watching the exchange.
"Well, say hello to your old man for me." The older man gave John a pat on the shoulder as he started to head over to another table.
"You got it, Mr D," John called before he shifted to face his paper again, only to notice me staring at him. "Do we know each other?"
With wide eyes, I took a moment to respond as I tried to not freak out. "I guess not," I managed to say as I reached for my coffee again.
After a beat, John grabbed his jacket and started to get up. "Take it easy, pal," he told me before moving for the door.
"Yeah." I nodded, watching him.
The moment he was out the door I was up and following him. There was no way in hell I was letting him go that easy. I mean, it's my dad after all.
I was following my dad- the younger, 70s version of him. Keeping a distance that meant I could duck away and not be seen if he turned, but close enough so I could keep track of him. That's what I wanted, to keep track of him. To make sure he was okay. Safe.
As I walked around the corner, I'd been expecting to see dad walking, but instead I found myself almost bumping into Castiel and Liz.
"Whoa." Liz lifted her hand to her head as she tried to stay standing.
I stepped forward to grab her arm and help keep her steady. "You okay?"
She nodded gently, moving closer to me as she closed her eyes to shield them from the light. "Just need a minute."
Shaking my head, I turned to glare at the angel. "What is this?" I asked, gesturing to our surroundings.
His voice was as flat as it usually was when he answered. "What does it look like?"
"Is it real?"
"Very."
"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?"
"Time is fluid, Dean." He turned away from me, looking around us. "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."
"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell we're doing here!"
He nodded to Liz. "She's here because she's demanding and annoying." Liz flipped him off in response, while he just went on, "I already told you why you're here. You have to stop it."
"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my dad?"
A car horn went off, catching my attention. I turned to see what was going on and then turned back to Castiel, only he was gone.
"Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!"
"He's a dick." Liz sighed, stepping away from me a little, still rubbing her temples. "But he sent you here for a reason, so let's just get to work. Okay?"
"Okay." I nodded, following as she started to walk down the path in the direction I'd been going before. "You sure you're all right though?"
"I'm fine Dean."
EPOV
Walking next to Dean, I followed him into a car dealership. In a moment or two I spotted her. The Impala. She was as gorgeous now as she was in the future.
Smiling widely, I stepped up to her and crouched down, running a hand over her hood. "Hey, Baby."
Dean chuckled as he stood next to me. "I swear you love her almost as much as I do."
"Can you blame me?" I asked, grinning up at him.
"A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another two hundred and fifty?" a man asked from a car close to baby. It was a 1967 Volkswagen Samba Bus, cream and white. Nice, but no Impala.
The young man he offered the deal to thought about it for a moment before nodding with a smile on his face. "Let's do it."
I stood, looking the guy up and down, seeing the resemblance almost instantly. "That's your dad," I noted in a hushed voice as I leaned a little closer to Dean.
"Yeah. That's my dad." He nodded, shifting so he was leaning on Baby's hood. Once the car salesman walked off towards the office, Dean spoke up, getting his dad's attention, "That's not the one you want."
Startled, John turned to us before frowning accusingly at Dean. "You following me?"
"No, no, I was just passing by," Dean lied as he pushed off Baby's hood. "I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it."
"More than a little." John grinned.
Dean gestured to me. "Found my friend, so things are looking better." Turning back to his dad, he went on. "Let me repay the favour." He gave Baby's hood a pat. "This is the one you want."
"Oh yeah, you- you know something about cars?"
"Yeah... yeah, my dad taught me everything I know." Dean nodded with a nostalgic look in his eyes. "And this. This is a great car." Pushing off the hood, I turned and opened her up as Dean and John came to take a look inside. "Three-twenty-seven four-barrel," Dean started.
"Two hundred and seventy-five horses," I added.
"A little TLC and this thing is cherry," Dean finished.
"You know man, you're right." John nodded. Just looking at him, you could see the admiration he had for the car. I could tell why he'd bought it all those years ago- or, now, I guess.
Dean gestured to her van behind us. "Then what are you buying that thing for?"
Pulling away from Baby's hood, John shrugged. "I kinda promised someone I would."
"Over a '67 Chevy?" Dean chuckled. "I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's forty."
After considering it for a moment, John pulled back and offered his hand to Dean. "John Winchester. Thanks."
Dean shook his hand. "Dean Van Halen, and thank you." He gestured to me. "And this is-"
"Elizabeth Rose Hart." I smiled, offering my hand to John. "I just want to thank you as well. For helping Dean out this morning."
"It's no problem," John assured me.
"I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean chuckled.
Grinning, amused, John moved to Baby's open windows, taking a look inside. "No kidding."
"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked, trying to keep it casual.
John shook his head. "Nope."
Dean kept trying. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Either he was trying to figure out if John was a hunter, or if something was after him.
"No," John answered, still checking Baby out.
"There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?"
Before John could respond or freak out, I quickly spoke cut in, "Sorry about him. It's his hangover, I swear. Alcohol does weird things to him."
John calmed slowly, looking from me to Dean. "Yeah, okay."
"I'm gonna go get some food into him. But, uh, take care of yourself okay, John?" Offering him a smile I started backing up, grabbing Dean's hand to drag him along.
"Yeah, sure," John called to us as we left.
Once we were out of the dealership, Dean turned to glare at me. "What the hell? We can't just leave him."
"We're not. We're gonna follow him. Without being seen." Walking up to a car parked on the side of the street, I nodded at the car door, opening it with my mind. "Now get in."
DPOV
Liz parked a couple house down from where dad stopped. The two of us watched as he got out of Baby- which he just bought- and leaned against her, waiting. Not too long after a woman around Liz's age came out of a sweet, blue house, rushing over to John with a wide smile on her face.
I frowned, taking in the exchange between dad and the woman. It didn't take long for me to realise who she was.
"Mum?"
Liz shifted in her seat, leaning forward to try and get a better look. "That's your mum?"
"Yeah..."
We'd followed mum and dad to the diner again. It was dark now. The two of them were seated at a booth inside, drinking milkshakes, on a date. Liz and I were outside, watching through a window, hiding in the shadows.
"Sammy, wherever you are, mum is a babe," I muttered to myself. Liz chuckled beside me. "I'm going to hell... again."
"You're not wrong. She's gorgeous," Liz noted as she continued to watch my parents. "Both of them. I can see why the Winchester are so irresistible."
I turned to her then, grinning down at her. "You think I'm irresistible?"
Slowly she looked up at me. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told me enough. I could practically see what she was thinking as her eyes searched mine, and surprisingly, I didn't see the desire I was used to seeing.
If I was being honest, there was desire there. But it was as if there was something else pushing it away, smothering it, telling her not to feel that way. There was a conflict in her eyes, and it worried me.
EPOV
"Why are you following us?"
Dean and I only had a moment to turn to Mary- who was now behind us- before she attacked.
Going for Dean first, she kneed him in the stomach and then grabbed me, pushing me to the wall before lifting her fist to punch me. But before she could, Dean shoved her away from me. Her attention was back on him now as he tried to dodge all her punches and kicks.
"Are you crazy?" he panted, dodging yet another one of her punches.
"You've been trailing us since my house."
He managed to grab her arm before she could hit him. "I don't know what you're talking-"
Cutting him off. kicking him in the stomach again. "Really?"
As Dean stumbled back, leaning forward, I could see she was about to get him again. I stepped forward now, grabbing her arm and pushing her against the wall before she could hurt Dean anymore.
"Be careful," Dean warned me.
"I am," I assured him. Mary struggled against my hold, drawing my attention to her again. "Look, you can either keep fighting or-" My eyes landed on her charm bracelet. Her silver bracelet with protective charms hanging from it. Pulling back, I waited for her to turn and face me before I asked, "Are you... are you a hunter?"
Dean and I stepped out of the shadows by Mary's house once we heard John drive off.
"Dean and Elizabeth, right?" Mary asked as she watched as move toward her. "I'm not sure you should come in."
"You can trust us," Dean assured her. "I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're- we're practically family."
I could only imagine what this must feel like for him. I knew it would be amazing, to see his parents like this, alive, young, happy and healthy. But at the same time, it must be torture, having to hide who he is. Tip-toeing around every conversation and move he makes, not wanting to mess anything up. It had to be hard.
Mary shook her head. "Yeah, thing is, my dad, he's a little, um..."
"Oh, I gotta meet him." Dean was excited, but I understood why.
Mary frowned, confused. "You've heard of him?"
Dean hesitated a moment before giving a short shrug. "Clearly not enough."
Sighing, she shook her head again as she started for the house. Dean and I were a step behind.
I leaned in closer to him, talking so she wouldn't hear us. "Are you sure this is the best idea? Couldn't this mess up our whole future? Shouldn't we just be observing or something?" I'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know travelling to the past was never a good thing.
"Castiel sent me here to stop something. Can't do that from the shadows," he noted, sounding so sure of himself.
DPOV
Mary had brought us into her home, and lead us to the living room where her father sat on a recliner, reading an old lore book. She'd introduced Liz and I to him, but he clearly wasn't interested.
"So, you're hunters? Well, tell me something, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" he asked.
"Neither," Liz answered.
"You cut their heads off," I finished, causing Mary to smile a little from where she stood on my other side. "So, did we pass your test?"
"Yep," he answered shortly, closing the book and setting it on the table next to him. "Now get out of my house."
"Dad!"
"I don't trust other hunters, don't want their help, don't want them around my family," he explained.
Honestly, I understood what he was saying. Most hunters we came across, I wouldn't trust them either.
Mary's mother was in the other room, setting the table. "Knock it off, Samuel," she called to her husband.
"They're hunters," Samuel argued.
His wife walked into the room, not caring for his excuses and reasons. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner." She turned to Liz and me. "Are you hungry?"
I gave a short nod. "Starving."
Liz smiled at the older woman. "Could eat a horse."
"Good." She smiled back at the two of us. "I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up," she ordered before walking back into the dining room.
I looked from Deanna to Samuel and then to Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" She gave a short nod. "Really?"
EPOV
I sat between Deanna and Dean, enjoying an actually home cooked meal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten something that wasn't from a packet or heated in the microwave. This was pure bliss.
As we all sat and ate the delicious meal, Deanna turned to Dean and me, breaking the silence. "First time in Lawrence?"
Dean shook his head. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think."
"I've been a few times, but mainly just driven through," I added.
"You working a job?" Samuel asked.
Looking away from his grandmother, Dean shrugged at Samuel's question. "Yeah, maybe."
"What's that mean?"
"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean gave a light grin.
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as I looked down at my food. In the corner of my eye I could see Mary doing the same, as Deanna gave her husband an amused glance, while Samuel's lips turned up in a slight grin as well.
"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked, looking from Dean to me.
"Oh, uh, we thought something was following your boyfriend," I answered causally. "Kept track of him for a while, but we're pretty sure we were wrong."
"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna chuckled lightly, causing Samuel to sigh.
Mary rolled her eyes at her father. "I saw that."
"What?" He turned to us, playing dumb.
"That sour-lemon look."
"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."
Mary scoffed. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She nodded to Dean.
Dean nearly chocked on his food. "What? No, no. No."
"Oh, no, I didn't-" Mary quickly looked to me. "He's a great guy, I'm sure. He's just not my type, and I'm sure you two are happy." She gave me a quick smile.
I hadn't even had a real moment to think about what she'd just said to me, but I was pretty sure she thought Dean and I were together. As in, boyfriend and girlfriend, in love, dating, an item, a couple, partners, lovers. She thought what Dean and I were, was what she and John were.
Before I could correct her, she turned to her father again, her smile gone. "Anyway, is that the kind of guy you want me dating?"
Samuel shook his head. "Mary, of course not, it's just that I-"
Deanna cut him off. "That's enough, both of you, we have company." She gestured to Dean and me.
Clearing his throat, Dean changed the subject. "So, what about you, Samuel, you, uh… working a job?"
"Might be." The older man shrugged.
"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mary told us, earning a disapproving look from her father.
Dean frowned, as if he couldn't remember something, but knew there was something to remember. "Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"
"Well, it's been all over the papers," Samuel explained. "Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."
"That kind of thing happens," Dean noted.
"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"
"Demonic omens?" Dean and I said at the same time- which Mary smiled at.
Samuel gave a short nod. "That's what I gotta find out."
"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web?" Dean quickly realised his mistake and corrected himself, "Of information that you have assembled."
"Electrical storms maybe," Deanna answered. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."
"By mail?"
I turned to smile tightly at Dean. "How else would they get it, Dean?" I asked, trying to remind him of where- and when- we were.
"Right..." He nodded, once again seeing his mistake. Looking over at Samuel, he shifted in his seat slightly before speaking, "You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick."
But Samuel still wasn't on board with the two of us hanging around. "What part of 'we work alone' do you not understand, son?"
DPOV
Liz and I had slept in the car we'd stolen before making our way over to the Whitshire farm in the morning. She'd managed to steal us some clothes while I got us some breakfast. She'd grabbed a priest out fit for me, and a modest church-goer's outfit for herself.
Unfortunately, while questioning Mrs. Whitshire about her husband's death and the days before it, she offered no real help. There was nothing she told us that could help us figure out what we were dealing with.
The three of us were headed for her front door, Liz and I ready to leave. As I opened the door, about to say good bye, the three of us paused, surprised to see someone standing on the porch. But it wasn't just someone. It was Samuel.
He was dressed as a priest as well, and surprised to see Liz and I. "Father," he gave me a tight smile, "I see you beat me here."
"The Lord is funny that way." My smile was lighter than his. As I stepped out of the house, I gestured to Mrs Whitshire. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney."
"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel offered her what looked like fruit cake.
Mrs Whitshire accepted the gift. "Thank you."
"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling the father and I all about Tom." Liz smiled at Samuel, playing on her sweet side she often used during cases. "She told us all about how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death."
Samuel nodded. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?"
"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?" Mrs Whitshire asked, a little too harshly. But I didn't mind. It actually amused me, seeing the shocked look on Samuel's face.
While he was still stunned into silence, I gave Ms Whitshire a short nod and smile. "Excuse us."
Before Samuel could react, Liz and I walked off, heading over to where Mary stood with the Whitshire son. They stood by a tree, the boy leaning against it as he spoke to Mary.
As we approached them, Mary turned to Liz and I for a moment before focussing on the boy again. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just told me?"
Charlie turned his attention to me, looking a little scared as he spoke. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with mum."
"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary pressed- though she did so gently.
He nodded. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."
"And what did he say?" Liz asked.
"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think-" He cut himself off for a moment before going on. "And the next thing I know, dad's dead. Am I going to jail?"
"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary assured him.
"Did the stranger want something in return?" I asked.
He shook his head. "He didn't want anything."
"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?"
"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then."
That did not sound good. "Something like what?"
"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts."
Gently, Mary grabbed my arm and lead us a few steps away. Liz followed, coming to stand with us as our backs faced Charlie.
"What do you think?" Mary asked the both of us.
"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it."
Liz nodded. "Dean's right. I don't see any other option here."
Looking from Liz and me, Mary nodded as she turned and moved back to Charlie. "Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?"
He nodded, answering as Liz and I moved over to stand with them again. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."
"Anything else?" Mary questioned.
"There was one thing."
When he didn't go on, I urged him to tell us. "What?"
"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn-"
I cut him off, "What? That they were black? Or red maybe?"
He shook his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow."
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Movie Night
Dean stood at the foot of his bed glaring at his phone like it had somehow offended him.  He knew now was as good of time as any, and he’d already wasted too many years lying to himself. One more deep breath and he hit the send button before he could change his mind.
Movie?
It didn’t take long before his phone vibrated in his hand.
Sure. 😊When and Where?
Hmm. That was easy. It’s not like they hadn’t watched movies together before. It was no big deal. At least that’s the lie he chose to go with. No one had to know any different.
My room? Ready when you are.
Wait, no…
For the movie I mean.
This time it took a little longer for the answer but he was quick as ever to view the response.
Ok brt *thumbs up emoji*
He was such a dork. Dean loved it. He took a minute to glance at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed and his usually styled hair was messy and still a bit damp from the shower. No point in putting gel in it just to fall asleep. But then again he wasn’t going to bed right away, it was movie night. Maybe he should…  *Knock knock knock*  Two strides and he was at the door with his hand resting on the knob. A glance upwards to heaven and one more steadying breath, he opened the door to see one of his favorite faces sporting a small smile.
“Hello Dean” The angel stood leaned against the door frame holding two beers looking more human than Dean had seen in a long time.
“You brought drinks? Thanks man.” He gave the angel a crooked grin and stepped away from the door to allow his friend to enter. Cas immediately walked in and made himself comfortable sifting through the stack of movies Dean had sitting on the bedside table. “Yea I figured we could re-watch one of the classics.” In Castiel’s hands were Tombstone, Twister,3:10 to Yuma, and Pale Rider
“I think we should watch this one again.” Cas held up 3:10 to Yuma  “To be honest I wasn’t paying attention last time”  
“Huh yea you were too busy asking questions and stealing my popcorn” Dean smiled to keep the tone with slight teasing.
“I did not steal your popcorn. You told me that even angels should “like popcorn” because it’s nothing but “salty buttery goodness” and that I wasn’t getting the full movie experience without it.” Cas stood and popped the disk into the blueray player.
“Dude, do you ever get comfortable?” His plan would go much smoother if Cas would lose the accountant get up. “Teachable moment… here, put on some sweats.” Dean tossed him one of his extra pair of black pants. Cas eyed him for a moment then stood and began to remove his coats and tie. Dean knew he was staring and he knew that at any moment Cas could look up and catch him but, for some reason that didn’t deter him. The other man began toeing off his shoes and then moved to slip his belt out through the loops. Once that was discarded he unceremoniously shed the slacks and slipped on the sweats. Dean would be the biggest liar on the planet if he had said that he didn’t try his hardest to catch a glimpse of skin.  “Do you need a shirt or…?”
The angel looked up into a pair of jade eyes. “No, I suppose my undershirt will be fine.” He continued to keep eye contact as he unbuttoned the white dress shirt. As the angel was moving down to the third button Dean had to turn around to avoid an embarrassing conversation that would be the result of his open mouth gaping. He steadied himself with a deep breath and turned back around in time to see the angel lay his dress shirt over the back of his desk chair. Castiel caught his attention and held his arms out to his side gesturing at his state of undress. “I don’t see why I needed to change. My clothing doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable in the physical sense.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Well it makes me uncomfortable. You wear that same outfit everywhere, even when it’s hot outside. Dude seeing you in long sleeves in summer makes me sweat.”
Without missing a beat, “Looking at me makes you hot?”  
Dean made a little choking sound in the back of his throat. “Yea I mean, uh ya know because I do feel *rubs the back of his neck*… I can be affected physically *pinches the bridge of his nose*… It’s a figure of speech Cas. Just put the movie on.” It seemed like everything he said was coming out wrong tonight. He sat on the bed opening his beer and taking a swig. Noticing Cas was nearly done messing with the volume for the movie, he twisted the cap off the other bottle extending it out towards his friend. Castiel nodded a thanks. He hovered for a moment and after taking a drink placed his bottle on the desk and grabbed the back of the chair spinning it around. No, not there….
“What’cha doin Cas?” There’s the head tilt and Dean can almost hear his response in his head. And it’s a little too sarcastic for his liking. Great, now he’s imagining sassy-cas “Come sit with me man that chair is like sitting on a rock.”
“Are you sure?” They’d watched movies together but never in the hunters room. And Castiel was almost certain he was not supposed to be in Dean’s bed with him.
“What? Of course I’m sure. How am I supposed to teach you about being comfortable by letting you sit through an entire movie in that chair?” Nice save Winchester. Castiel was making his way over to the bed just to perch on the very edge almost as if he didn’t want to be there. Dean thought about their other movie nights for a moment. Cas had never seemed awkward and uncomfortable then. He had just picked his seat, flopped down and enjoyed. Sometimes he’d even prop his feet up or recline back. Maybe Cas really was uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t want this. With sadness to his voice that wasn’t there earlier he gave his friend an out. “You can sit in the chair if you want though. I just thought it’d be easier to relax and see from the bed.”
“I’m ok here.”
He didn’t look ok. “Are you sure, because you’ve barely got half an ass cheek on the mattress? You breathe too hard and you’re going to fall off.”
Cas looked at him with one of his famous I am not amused faces. “I am uncertain of how close to sit. We’ve had this conversation? About personal space.”
Dean felt a twinge of guilt laced with shame. He had never intended to shut his buddy out. He just didn’t know how to handle someone wanting to be that close to him. “That was like, ten years ago Cas. After everything… hell, we are each other’s personal space.” He huffed out a small laugh which seemed to do the trick. The angel graced him with a rarely seen smile and shuffled a bit closer. It really wasn’t like him to be so soft but with Castiel he couldn’t help it.
The movie played on and between making small jokes and discussing certain parts the pair seemed to be gravitating towards each other. During one of the more drawn out scenes Dean excused himself to the bathroom and upon returning climbed up into the bed coming to rest in a new spot which happened to be on top of Castiel. Well, mostly. Their shoulders were touching as well as their knees. “Um, this ok Cas?” The only answer he received was the angel shifting slightly to turn himself further inward so he was resting on his left hip. Dean scooted a little further down in bed and turned so his body was mirroring Cas’. At this point the movie was long forgotten and all he could see is the light reflecting off his friend’s eyes and angular face. Everything was Castiel. Dean could smell the warm clean scent that followed the angel… it reminded him of an early spring morning. He could feel the heat from the other person’s body soaking through his clothes. I wonder what his lips would taste li…
Castiel turned his head sharply to the left to look at Dean. “Um, what?”
Shit! Did he say that out loud? Oh God… no. He didn’t say it so why is Cas looking at him like he could read his…. Fuck.
Take the defensive. “What?” Now scowl at him. Say something already!
“I uh thought I heard you say something…”  Castiel noticed he was but a few inches from Dean’s face. “The movie is nearly over; if you’re tired I can leave. You need your rest.”
To be honest he was drifting a bit before he almost got caught staring at the Angel’s mouth. But, after that mild heart attack who could sleep. “No. I’m ok. We can watch another movie if you want.” Please stay
“I wouldn’t mind keeping you company a bit longer.” He offered Dean a small smile.
“I don’t really want to get up though, I’m kinda comfortable.” Dean shifted his leg to touch Castiel.
“I myself have the sudden urge to stay sitting.” Castiel paused for a moment inspecting the hunter’s eyes attempting to read the situation for what it was. He feared a misinterpretation at this point would be unwelcoming. They were sitting so close all he had to do was flex his hand and there would be contact. He reached out just barely brushing his fingers across Dean’s knuckles. “I’ve become quite comfortable as well.”
Dean’s cheeks felt warm as he mumbled his response. “How comfortable are you trying to get?” Despite the blatant flirting he was nervous. This was his best friend he was hitting on. What happens if he doesn’t feel the same? Is he taking advantage of Cas? He did sleep with that reaper and he kissed Meg and that one time he was married…  Dean was brought out of his internal debate by Castiel’s radiant smile.
“Dean I need to tell you something.”
Here it comes… he’s about to reject you.
“It’s of a sensitive nature, and may be a bit of a sore spot for you.”
He knows. Dean can feel the lump in his throat. Don’t cry you girl… not in front of him anyway
“Dean, look at me please?” Castiel put his entire hand over Dean’s in a gesture of comfort. “You don’t need to be upset. I just felt it would be wrong to not tell you that… Well, you’re thinking rather loud this evening. And, while not meaning to I’ve been able to hear many of your mental ramblings.”
“Oh.” So not rejection, just an invasion of privacy.
“I did not mean, nor wish to invade your privacy Dean.” Castiel gave his friends hand a slight squeeze
Dean let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. “I know Buddy, I didn’t mean anything by it. I didn’t mean to think so loud.” He said with a soft chuckle.  “So, uh you’ve been able to-“ Dean gestured his finger back and forth between their hands. “The whole night?”
Castiel looked away feeling ashamed. “Again it was not intentional. I tried to ignore it but your… longing, it was- it is always very forceful”
Deans face was fevered now, his eyebrows furrowed. “My what now?”
The angel turned back to face him. “I don’t know of another word for it. It’s a very strong feeling. I can’t exactly read your mind although there are times when I hear specific words or phrases. You cuss often and loudly.”
“Cas…”
“Right, so um, it’s like a feeling I get.” He was lost for words on how to describe what was happening.
“You got any examples?” Dean was curious to know just exactly what the angel may have heard or ‘felt’.
“Well there’s this,” Cas tightened his grip on the hunters hand. “When I did that just now I got this feeling here…“ He pointed to his chest. Dean gave him a warm smile. “Ok, bad example.”  He searched the hunter’s eyes and found what he was looking for. He very slowly and deliberately leaned in a little more with his eyes trained on the man in front of him. When he saw that his lips were being looked at and he was sure Dean was paying attention he licked his bottom lip and briefly sucked it into his mouth. With his voice barely above a whisper he spoke again. “This is a better example. Earlier when I felt this you were looking at my lips then also. It’s like you’re pulling me in with your mind. It’s an ache and there are times when it makes me feel raw. I can feel your want to be close to me. I don’t always understand it properly but it is there.”
“Does it bother you?” Dean kept his eyes trained on a stray thread on the comforter.
“You’re longing, or how it makes me feel?”
Weary green eyes met the angel’s. “Both.”
“It is overwhelming at times, but it does not bother me.”  He looked down to see that Dean had not moved from under his hand. “Does this bother you?” He flexed his fingers to punctuate his meaning.
“You tell me.” Dean flipped his hand and threaded his fingers through the other hand.
“I can feel your fear and apprehension.” The angel smoothed his thumb along the edge of Dean’s.
“Yea well, got a lot riding on this.” He took a deep breath and began again. “We’ve been friends for a long time Cas. You know me better than anyone, even Sammy.” The angel nodded his understanding. “So yea I’m scared. This ain’t me. I don’t do feelings very well and the fact that you’re another guy spooks me on a level that I can’t….”
“Dean.”
“Let me finish. Please?” Here goes nothing “It isn’t right… I feel, dirty and not in the fun kinky way. You’re an Angel Cas. An honest to God, roam the heavens, lead the lost to the light Angel. It’s wrong, but damn if I just don’t care. I’m trying to be better about it though, that’s why I invited you in here.”  
“I think I understand. You’re questioning who you are. You want to be close to me but feel as if you aren’t good enough… But why does it scare you that we’re friends?” Cas tilted his head.
I can’t lose you “I don’t want to scare you off. I’ve lived without you before but that doesn’t mean I want to.”
Castiel smiled softly at him. “You’re being very open this evening.”
“Well I told you I’m trying.”
After shifting further down on the mattress they stared at each other in comfortable silence. For the first time ever they both felt comfortable just being, existing together and enjoying the others company.  “Thank you for inviting me in.”
It took Dean a moment to answer. He was still caught up in those beautiful blue eyes. “Anytime sunshine.” He smiled and attempted to stifle a yawn.
“You’re tired. I should go so you can rest.” Castiel meaning what he said still made no move to let go of Dean’s hand.
“I can rest with you here ya know.” He looked up through long lashes at the handsome face in front of him.
“Dean Winchester, are you asking me to spend the night with you?” Cas said with a smirk.
“Ok smartass, get out.” He held tight to the angel’s hand. “I just know you’ve never had an issue creeping on me before. At least this way you’ll be next to me instead of looming over me.”
“I did not loom…” He smiled at the good natured teasing. “It is my job to watch over you.”
“So is that a yes?” please don’t leave
“Go to sleep Dean.” He leaned in slightly further.
“Yea I will… just one thing first.” He brought his left hand up to rest on the angel’s Jaw. Please don’t turn away
As if answering Dean’s prayer the angel nodded once. “Yes?”
Holding his gaze steady Dean leaned in and captured the angel’s lips with his own. Castiel closed his eyes and leaned into the contact. It was sweet and unrushed unlike most other moments in their time together.  He melted into it. As it turns out kissing a guy was just as fun as kissing a girl. And kissing Cas, well that was something else entirely. Dean had been to heaven, he had briefly known contentment with Lisa in his time on earth, but this…. This was happiness.  He pulled away only when he needed to breathe. Neither man moved trying not to trigger the freak out both had feared was coming. “Cas…”
“No Dean. We can talk about it when you wake up. It’s nearly 3 in the morning. Rest, and if you wish I’ll be here when you wake.”
Leaning in he gave the angel one last kiss for the night. “Yea I’d like that.” He finally released the hold on Castiel’s hand to turn over. Reaching behind him blindly he felt around. Cas caught on and offered his hand only to be yanked forward. Dean spent a moment getting them settled and then leaned his head back. “Goodnight Cas.”
The Angel pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight Dean.”
A few moments of peaceful silence passed and then, “Hey Cas, earlier when you said that you didn’t always understand it properly, the ‘pull’ or whatever, is that why you use to always pop in? It was always at the exact right moment…. But if you could feel it then that means you felt it every time I-“
“Shhh go to sleep.”
When noon rolled around and Sam had yet to hear from his brother he went to go check on him. Walking down the corridor of the bunker he saw that Dean’s door was ajar left how he had forgotten it last night. Sam peeked inside to be met with the sight of his brother lying mostly on top of their friend while Cas carded his fingers through Deans messy locks. Cas turned his head to meet the younger hunters eyes.
I hope he knows this is happening
Castiel smiled brightly at Sam’s prayer.
I’m happy for you guys, just remember to keep the door closed He winked at the now blushing Angel pulling the door closed he heard a soft “Thanks Sam."  
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Sock Journal: Solid Staples
It’s that time of year again: the days are getting shorter, the leaves are starting to change, and soon summer vacation will be over and fall will be in full swing. In the past, we’ve talked about back to school styles, but this year I wanted to take a look at that often-overlooked staple: solids. 
Patterns are very popular, and they can be a lot of fun, but sometimes you just want a nice solid sock. I am drawn to patterns, and I tend to forget that too many patterns can get overwhelming. There’s something lovely about a solid knee high or thigh high, whether it’s accenting a busier outfit, or providing its own pop of color. So, today, we’re going to visit some of our favorites.
Solid Tights
Let’s start with styles that serve the whole leg. As hard as it may be to imagine right now, soon this balmy weather will be turning chilly, and you’ll want simple layers you can throw under skirts or shorts to extend some of those summer styles. Cotton tights and leggings are ideal for this, because their cotton content will keep them breathable, without diminishing their warmth.
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Left: Erika Microfiber Tights Right: Solid Cotton Tights
However, if you’re looking for something a bit more vibrant, nylon tights are where you’ll want to set your sights!
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Left: We Love Colors Plus Size Tights in 1x-2x Right: Opaque Tights
Solid Thigh Highs
Thigh Highs can look a lot like leggings, especially if you wear longer skirts, but they can also be layered over tights, or easily slid off bare legs if the weather warms up too much. They’re especially nice if you’re going between the still-hot Outside and the cool, air-conditioned Inside.
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Left: Extraordinary Thigh Highs (also pictured above in burgundy) Right: Ribbed M Stockings
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Left: N40s Thigh Highs Right: Opaque Nylon Stockings
Solid Knee Highs
A classic staple in more ways than one, knee highs definitely make me think of those school-girl days…but they can also add a note of sophistication to an outfit. Whether you’re sticking to neutrals, or making a statement with a favorite color, knee highs are a fun way to add some pop to your legs.
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Left: Socklings Right: Opaque Solid Nylon Trouser Socks
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Left: Authentic Military Bootsocks Right: Diamond Rib Knee Highs
Solid Crews
It’s hard to beat a basic crew sock. They can be wonderfully innocuous, or totally steal the spotlight, depending on your style. Since they can often be hidden by long pants or skirts, it's also an easy way to show some of your personality, even if it's just for you.
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Left: Dreamer Cotton Dress Socks Right: Meg Unconstricted Top Crews
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Left: Harajuku Slouch Socks Right: Dreamer Roll Top Crews
Although maybe not as highly praised as their patterned counterparts, solid socks and tights can form the basis of an outfit, either by being a neutral background to a wilder print, or carrying the show with their own color or texture. I hope we hit some of your favorites here, but if we missed some solid staples, feel free to let us know in the comments!
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