The seas be ours, and by the powers; where we will, we’ll roam. Yo ho, all hands, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars; never shall we die. Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay, we lay to the fiddler’s green.Yo ho haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars; never shall we die.
I made this playlist based on the lyrics and rhythm of the songs (I didn’t see any videoclip) and, of course, with the songs I hear and know. I hope you like and if you have any suggestions or want other playlists just say to me ♥
Rick rocks into Michonne with a great need; pushing himself
deeper and deeper into her abyss just because he needs to. Sweat springs up on their skin as he thrusts into her in
the back of the old van. They should be looking for supplies, but she looked so
damn good today. He kisses her feverishly as she wraps her legs around his
waist, linking her ankles together as her heels dig into his lower back. She
gasps suddenly, grasping at his hair and pulling harshly as he strokes that
deep spot. He leans back, just to watch her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth
open as she pants, her beautiful breasts bouncing with his movements. Sweat
beads in the valley between her breasts and he licks her clean, grunting as the
sweet saltiness of her invades his mouth.
Her feminine moans and gasps and grunts drive him wild as he
pounds into her. His need for her is animalistic. He reverts to the most primitive
part of himself when he fucks her. He has no other priority, no other
responsibility. He is single minded. His mind on one track when it comes to
her. To make her quiver and squirm underneath him. To make her want to crawl
out of her skin as she calls his name into the universe. To bring her pure, unadulterated,
sweet, pleasure. His only duty is to make her banks flood with desire and quake
with sweet eruptions. She deserves it. All of it. Every ounce of it. And he’s
going to give it to her. Whenever he can; whenever she wants it.
Rick lifts her some from the floor of the van and throws her
arms over his shoulders, encouraging her to wrap her fingers around his neck.
He pushes his knees into the backs of her thighs and she starts to move with
him, crashing down on him as his hips push to meet hers. She crushes her
breasts and nipples into his slick chest as he leans them into a proper sitting
position. She rests her elbows on his shoulders as she cocoons his head with
her forearms and hands, her hair falling around them. Rick nuzzles his face
into her neck as he squeezes her to him, reveling in the feeling of her hard,
thick nipples sliding against his sticky chest.
Michonne throws her head back as she tightens her vaginal
muscles around him, smirking devilishly as she feels him shudder from the
pressure, “Fuckin’ shit baby,” He mumbles in a slur, his hot breath
sticking to her sweaty skin.
She knows he loves fucking her but it’s her pleasure to fuck
him all the same. His body is beautiful. Riddled with scars, old and new,
telling stories of his heroics over the past two years. One old bullet wound,
just under his shoulder, reminding him always of his time as a sheriff, as
Lori’s husband, as Shane’s best friend. His scars are a map of a tough, gritty,
emotional, loving, strong man; and her need for it, for his body, for his love,
his attention, consumes every fiber of her. She loves it; the need. Never, has she ever had this
feeling before. Not after the end of the world, and certainly not before it. He
is the love of her life.
He drills into her relentlessly now, strong, hard, fast, and
all she can do is hold on for dear life, “Ugh, God I love you.” She
mutters under her breath, not entirely realizing what she’s said.
Her words are jumbled together, almost as if she has a mouth
full of peanut butter but his ears pick her words apart with a great ease. He’s
wanted to hear them for so long, but the devil deep inside of him tells him he
doesn’t deserve them. But his body defies his devil as another tense shudder
racks through him as the words stick to his skin. A grunt scratches at the back
of his throat, sounding like a deep growl from a territorial, threatened lion
defending what’s his. He bites down on her shoulder roughly and she squeals
from the pleasurable pain that rips through her incredibly sensitive body. He
dips his hand down to her thighs and pushes his fingers between her wet lips,
finding her clit instantly. He rubs quick circles against her, adding to her
lust, as he continues to thrust deep into her.
“Say it again.” He commands gruffly, his voice low
and gritty, “Tell me you love me baby.”
She can’t even think, let alone form a sentence. She’s so
close that he can taste it. She
plasters her forehead to his as she bounces on top of him, each stroke pushing
her closer and closer to the edge of her impending orgasm, “Tell me
baby,” He whispers in her ear, his words washing over her like a
waterfall, “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” The words are harsh and rushed as
her hips begin to falter against his. She can’t take it anymore. But he still doesn’t
hear her, not like the angel on his shoulder needs to. They were muttered and
jumbled and slurred from ecstasy. He wants them loud and proud, heavy and full.
Even though you don’t deserve them, his
“I love you. God Rick! I love you, I love you.”
She screams as his last thrust proves to be her undoing. She comes all around
him, tightening her walls on him, coaxing him into his own release. His seed is
hot, mixing with her own internal heat and the external rays from the sun,
thrusting their temperatures to a stifling degree. Their breath is ragged as
they release and then relax against one another. Her dark skin sticks to his,
their sweat glinting in the sun as their hips involuntarily move slowly against
one another. Rick lets his head rest against her breasts, pecking at her skin
with sloppy, wet kisses as her chest rises and falls.
He raises his head, those bright blue eyes scanning her dark
ones. He looks so beautiful in this natural light. His pink lips thick and
swollen with passion, his dark, curly hair in his face as sweat drips from the
ends, “I love you girl.” He mumbles under his breath, suddenly shy to
say it out loud as the animal inside of him recedes back into the depths. His
devil will not win today.
She smiles and lowers her lips to his, savoring the sweet
kiss. She soon giggles against his mouth, letting him eat up the heavenly
sound. She hums sweetly, swaying them back and forth slowly as the sunlight
beats down on them in the back of that old rickety van. She knows it was hard
for him to say it and that it might be hard for him to hear it after all of
this. After the passion and lust is gone, after his animal is caged once again,
and his devil is set free. When it’s just him and her, Rick and Michonne, it’ll
be hard for him to hear it. When Negan looms over them, now that their hunger
has been satisfied. It’ll be hard for him to hear it. He’s damaged. But that’s okay. She’ll love him anyway.
Why do you deny
yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid
of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love
of my life. You are the love of my life.
Summary: The reader is
pregnant, and a witch hits her with a spell that slowly kills her child. The
only cure seems to be Lucifer, but Dean does not want her to get into trouble.
So the reader asks for help from his father, Crowley, the King of Hell.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader
Characters: Reader, Lucifer,
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena (mentioned)
Word Count: 2000 (approximately)
Warning: Angst, more angst.
A/N: I write this for the Ana’s
“Shit My Patients Say” Challenge, by this beautiful >>> @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms
My prompts are: 8. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I
had to prove them wrong.”
22. “My family has a recipe to fix this.” So, I hope you like it!
“What have you done to me?”
“A curse. But you can also call it ‘a step away from death’.”
“What have you done!?” I shout louder; I feel the tears wet my face.
“You’re dying.. indeed, no. Your child is dying. So delicate.. but there
is a cure. The blood of a powerful heals your child. The blood of an archangel.
I look down, my gaze is pure horror; I can’t breathe. The blood of an
“..ops, too bad they’re all dead.”
“No. Y/n, it’s impossible for me to allow you to do such a thing.”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
A few days ago, a witch gave me a curse. My baby is slowly dying, and I feel
his heart beat more and more slowly. I can’t stay calm to do nothing, I can’t
kill my baby; our baby, mine and Dean’s. Because he doesn’t understand? Dean
paces nervously back and forth to the library, and observe him, I get dizzy. We
need to talk to Lucifer; the witch said that the only cure to save our son is
the blood of an archangel. But they are all dead: Gabriel, Raphael, Michael..
but Lucifer, he was an archangel before his fall, and he still has archangel’s
blood in his veins. The problem is that Lucifer doesn’t want to talk to anyone
but me. And Dean doesn’t want me to put me in trouble.
“Lucifer will be closed in his cage, with me there will be Crowley, and
Rowena. Nothing will happen to me.”
“I said no. End of the matter, Y/n.”
I try to think even once Dean, but it’s useless. I breathe slowly, trying to
keep calm. I understand that he’s worried about me, and for the child. But
there will be no danger to me.
“How can you say such a thing? It is what our son is dying! Will not you
“Of course I want to save it, damn it!” I jump when Dean makes a fist
on the table; he licks his lips, and then looks at me.
“I’ll find another way to save it. But we’re not going to Lucifer; I will
talk to Rowena. Maybe she knows what to do.”
Dean lays a kiss on my forehead, and after taking his jacket, he comes out of
the bunker. He doesn’t know that I have already spoken with Rowena, and she
knows no other way, that talk to Lucifer.
I go into the kitchen to drink some water, and I find Sam with a book in his
hands, as he reads. When he sees me, Sam puts the book on the table and coming
toward me; he wrapped his long arms around my body, and I without thinking
twice, I make tiny against his body. Dean and I have quarreled violently, and
we screamed. Sam will have definitely heard the whole conversation.
“Are you okay?”
I would answer yes, but clearly it is not. Since Dean has known the child,
chaos reigns in the bunker. Every day there is a reason for strife and shouting
at us against.. Should I be happy that he cares about me, but the fact that he
does remain closed to me all the time in the bunker to do nothing, is like
torture for me. And now after all this time that I came out of the bunker, we
hunted a bitch witch; we killed her, but it didn’t do anything. A curse like
the one that launched her, doesn’t go away with her death.
“No, Sam. I’m tired..” I say, as small tears fall down my face.
“I just wanted to help Sam.. I didn’t want to stay forever locked in a
bunker. And now my baby is dying.. and it’s my fault. ”
“Y/n, it’s okay.. we will find a way to save him.”
“Don’t you understand that the only way to save it’s Lucifer!?” I
yelled, pushing away from me Sam. He looks at me with his usual sad look, but
he says nothing. I know he thinks like Dean; he doesn’t want release Lucifer
again, after all that has happened. But how do they not understand that there
is only one possible cure, and it is him?“
I moved away from him, and I run to my room. I lock myself in the room, and I
throw myself on the bed, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey puppy. Everything okay?”
I open my eyes, and I sit on the bed to see who it is. Although I already recognize
The King of Hell is approaching me, and sits on the bed beside me. I keep my
distance from him, and alert.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dear daughter, you called me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Yes, rather.” Crowley said, looking into my eyes. I look down; I
have really been calling him? I cannot even admit it to myself. Dean and Sam
don’t want me to talk with Lucifer, but if I do..
“I want to talk to Lucifer.”
Crowley smiles, and getting out of bed, he wanders around the room, rummaging
through my things. Then he turns to me and looks at me with his usual air of
“I need to talk to him.”
The smile disappears from the face of Crowley; he comes close to me again, and
looks at me.
“Why should I?”
“A witch hit me with a curse. And my baby is dying. Lucifer is the one who
can save him. Please..” I get up and shake hands Crowley in mine. I know
he is not a person you can trust 100%, but he’s still my father, and like it or
not, my child is also part of his family.
Crowley closes his eyes and sighs; he takes my arm, and with a snap of the
fingers, we find ourselves in his ‘headquarters’. I look Crowley and I thank
him with the gaze. I breath deeply: it’s time to talk to the devil himself.
“What a surprise Y/n.. I
thought that you hadn’t the courage to see me again.”
I approached the cage; Lucifer is in its interior, thanks to a Rowena’s spell.
His eyes are fixed on me, his satisfied smile makes me nauseous. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I
had to prove them wrong.”
His laughter echoes in the air, like an annoying hiss that doesn’t want to
quit. I make a step forward to get closer to the cage, but then I remember the
words of Rowena. Don’t get too close.
“Tell me Y/n, how is the little devil in your tummy?”
I shudder at his words; how does he know I’m pregnant? Lucifer wanders in his
prison, with the grin on his face. I take a few steps back, and I turn to go
away; how stupid. It wasn’t a good idea to summon him, Dean was right. What
made me think that Lucifer will give me his blood to save my baby, without
wanting something in return?
“You sure you want to go? Didn’t you want to know how to save your little
“Stop calling him that.”
“Oh, but it is. You are the beloved daughter of Crowley, and you’ve got
demon blood in the veins. Not to mention the baby’s father..”
I press my hands over the ears to stop hearing his words, but the voice of
Lucifer continues to echo in my head, as if he were talking to my own mind.
“Who knows what will come out of the son of a half-demon, and one that
“I said stop!”
I make a few steps toward the cage, and in a moment, Lucifer leans toward me. I
feel his hands holding my arms, and in a blink of an eye, I am in the cage with
him. I opened my eyes, I feel the breath fail me; I push away Lucifer from me,
and I scream the Crowley’s name. I see the King of Hell quickly approaching
Rowena, look for a way to get me out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Meanwhile, Lucifer is getting closer to me, I feel his breath on my neck.
“Sorry darling.. I felt so alone.”
Suddenly I turn, I wrap my hands around the collar of his shirt, and slam him
against the cage. He didn’t seem to worry about, in fact, he laughs louder.
Almost as if he was enjoying.
“Get me out of here!” I scream at him, while I try to stay calm. But
I can’t; I begin to panic, and Lucifer rests a hand on my back.
“Ssh calm baby, you’ll be a heart attack.”
I close my eyes, and I do some deep breaths; I’m a stupid, stupid, stupid. I
would have had to listen to Dean, stay by his side, trying to understand him.
And instead, I’m locked in a cage with the devil, and I haven’t even had the
opportunity to apologize to Dean, for what has happened with the witch. I feel
the tears forming in my eyes when I hear again the voice of Lucifer in my head.
“So.. you want or not to save your child? You know, my family has a recipe to fix this.”
I raise my eyes, which meets that of Lucifer; I know that the 'recipe’ of which
he speaks, is its blood. He smiles at me, knowing exactly now he can control
myself. I approach him, trying not to cry; I must be strong, for Dean, for our
“What do you want in return?”
Lucifer smiles and slowly approaching me; suddenly I hear a voice shouting my
name, I turn around and I see Dean, out of the cage, with a mixed look of worry
and despair. Sam is on the side of Crowley and Rowena, and try to get me out;
soon they will find a spell, and I will not have the chance to save my son, if
I don’t move. So, I turn to Lucifer, and I walk closer to him, so that they
don’t hear us.
“Help my baby, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
At first hesitant, then Lucifer approaches me with a smirk on his face, and his
lips touching my ear. I widened my eyes when I hear the words of Lucifer; I
would like to take a step back and think about his request, but I don’t have
the time, and for my baby.. I’d do anything.
“We have a deal, Y/n?”
“Okay.” I can only say these words, then it all happens in a moment;
the hands of Lucifer brushes my stomach, and a light escapes from them. I feel
my heart beating faster and faster, and my head is spinning. I close my eyes,
the cage seems to spin faster and faster.
“Don’t forget me, darling.”
I open my eyes, and Lucifer winks at me; I try to say something, but suddenly I
feel an invisible force pushing me to the bars of the cage, and away from
Lucifer; within seconds I’m out, in the arms of Dean.
“Y/n, you’re right?”
“The baby.. is fine.”
The head begins to turn again, and then, the dark.
When I wake up, I’m back in my
room, to the bunker. Dean is near me, and when he sees that I have opened my
eyes, he smiles.
“Y/n, how are you?”
I get up out of bed, and I sit next to him; I embrace him, and I feel the tears
slowly down my face.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It was all my fault; before the witch, then Lucifer..
I should listen to you.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Now it’s all over. Our baby is fine.” Dean says,
massaging my back. He puts his lips on mine, and his thumbs wipes my face with
“Lucifer is still in the cage, and will not come out. You and I will have
our baby. Everything will be fine.”
I smiled, trying to hide my concern. I squeeze in his arms, and again, I hear
the words of Lucifer echoing in my head. When the baby is born, I will come pick
you up. And you’ll have to choose. Or you, or the child.
The Memory Remains is is one of those episodes where I can’t really tell how much of the problematic-ness was done on purpose, and I don’t want to be ‘that person’ that goes around saying that nothing is problematic and everything is perfect, but I also doubt that the ‘wrong-ey’ things in the episodes were accidents, because accidents don’t happen accidentally and there is a pattern, and patterns rarely happen accidentally. Basically - was the fact that all the main characters were white men done on purpose? The waitress Carmen and the health inspector are there, kind of in the outskirts on the scene, we barely hear their voices, the camera barely fixates on them, and when it does they don’t really get their ‘own’ shots, but we look at them through other characters’ eyes. In an episode with so much focus on looking through eyes (we repeatedly see things through a mask’s eye holes), I think it’s probably done on purpose.
It’s a claustrophobic episode, both in setting and ‘atmosphere’. Almost everything happens in enclosed spaces (the bunker, which is literally a bunker; a fridge cell; a basement with a literal tiny cage in it…) and the vibe of the episode is claustrophobic, a virtual enclosed space of lies weaved by white dudes. Reminds you of something? The episode Thin Man was the same, in Thin Man there was a dude wearing a monster mask that others mistook for a real monster (but… who was a real monster, although human), there were secrets and lies and the monster was a dude with an inferiority complex and whatever. After Thin Man aired we discussed about the episode being about white men only, the only female character killed right away and just a plot device, and it made sense - it felt jarring, and claustrophobic, and wrong, just like this episode feels, because everything is supposed to feel wrong and jarring and uncomfortably enclosing, because the episode is about cages and traps and acting wrong.
When Ketch and his men leave, the lights and shadow form a bar pattern, just like the bars that were supposed to keep Moloch trapped in the basement. The episode is about people being trapped, and Dean and Sam are trapped by the British Men of Letters’ scheme, Ketch has trapped them with the fake messages from Mick and now the bunker has become a cage, they’re under surveillance… it’s like when they were arrested, but now they are ‘arrested’ in their own home, and they don’t know it. They think they’re free, just like Lucifer thought he was free (and apparently now thinks he can get free, either with the help of that demon at the end of 12x17, or Dagon, or his child), but Lucifer was under Crowley’s control, just like the Winchesters are under Ketch’s control. Judging from the promo for 12x19, I’m betting that Cas also thinks he’s free but is under heaven’s control (again, poor thing).
Speaking of Lucifer - he’s a parallel to the Winchesters, but also, obviously, to the actual monster Moloch (*insert goat imagery related to the devil here*). Pete freed the monster from its cage, just like Lucifer has been freed from his original cage by Cas+prevented from going to the cage by Crowley. I’m not sure whether Pete is a mirror for Cas or Crowley or both - both Cas and Crowley wanted to use Lucifer for some goal (fighting the Darkness in Cas’ case, I-don’t-think-we-know-the-full-extent-of-it in Crowley’s), but Pete only claimed that his goal was ‘saving the town’, he just wanted very egoistical personal gain. If he’s a Cas mirror, he’s a dark mirror; if he’s a Crowley mirror, I don’t know.
Now let’s talk about Dean - Dean’s behavior is supposed to feel jarring and wrong, he’s concerned and scared about Cas so he distracts himself - the waitress (at a place filled with tiny Cas things* and large BS written everywhere), even called Carmen which reminds us of Carmen Porter from 2x20 and that is so not a coincidence, the burger, which Dean is overenthusiastic about just like when he came back from Purgatory (“it’s a treasure” then, “this is heaven” now - and the word heaven isn’t a coincidence, either, not with what the next episode is going to be about - again, I’m tending towards a Naomi-like situation where Cas is more under heaven’s control than he realizes, in some way or another).
* It’s like a compendium of everything - coffee, burger, “Gus’” like in season 9, the comet-ish-like logo, I mean, there’s even a fish…
The emphasis on the initial letters makes me think we’re supposed to read is as “BS C(a)S” aka bullshit Cas - Dean literally has sex with a woman to fill in Cas’ absence, and it’s quite explicit in the episode, it’s not just the letters or whatever - Dean is upset because Cas has disappeared, Dean acts on his coping mechanism things, it’s linear. It was supposed to be an episode about being closed in a dark place.
Changing the topic - the heaviness of dysfunctional white dude family brings us to the Stynes again. The entire season is run through by the Stynes, from the nazi elements to now a family who has a dark secret and basically owns the town (just like the Stynes were “gods” in the town). The intertwinement of the Bishop family and the British Men of Letters basically spells Stynes 2.0 - the Stynes invaded the bunker and ‘tainted’ it (back in those times we wrote about a possible adiós to the bunker just like we’re doing now…) just like Ketch and his men have done, with the difference that the Stynes trashed up the place, while the British Men of Letters acted so that Dean and Sam wouldn’t notice. Dean’s photographs feature heavily in both cases… (the two scenes are also parallel to Amara’s visit to the bunker, when she did trash the place up a little but also saw Mary’s picture and eventually brought her back - Amara, like Ketch, kind of collected into about Dean connected to Mary; the Stynes kinda did the same, as they dug up the same pictures, but they didn’t care).
So, I think the BMoL arc is going to have a lot in common with the Stynes arc, with the due differences - I expect a ‘reverse’ of the dark elements of the Stynes arc (Dean doesn’t have the Mark but has grown up a lot since those times, etc etc - extradiegetically, I’m pretty sure the witch twins and Jody are going to be fine lol, I’m pretty sure they learnt the lesson).
Basically I saw this episode as the love child of Thin Man and The Prisoner (there were vibes and references to other eps, but those two stood up imo), which suggests that the story will proceed in a way that will put the characters in situations similar to the ones back in late season 9-late season 10, except that the characters have gone through experiences that are going to have them react to the situation differently. Thoughts?
Summary: The Apocalypse is going strong and Dean finds himself stuck with an insanely difficult decision. The only option he sees that they have left is for him to say yes to Michael. Before he leaves though he decides a good idea to have one last night with Y/N before leaving her and Sammy behind.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Michael, Lucifer, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom!!), spoilers from season five, angst, fighting, Dean being a dick.
Word Count: 4,998
A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst challenge. I’ve never written a season five Dean before so I figure this would be fun! My prompt was 4. His words shattered her as though her as if her heart was porcelain and her love was a lie. This is told through third person point of view. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!
The world was going to end, and it felt like no matter what Sam, Dean and Y/N did there was no way to stop it. Sitting in the motel room Y/N let out a heavy sigh, running her hands over her face. God didn’t want to help them, he felt like the apocalypse was not his fault. Who could blame him thought, technically it wasn’t his fault at all. There really was no one to blame for this. Dean was in Hell, Y/N was hunting trying to forget about him, and Sam was being manipulated by Ruby. It felt more like this damn path was set out for them rather than them choosing it.
There was no way this was going to end well for any of them. People were going to die, probably one of their friends or make shift family. They’d already lost Jo and Ellen and countless other hunters. It was only a matter of time before one of them bit the dust, and they couldn’t afford that. All hands were needed on deck, they needed to but ten thousand percent effort into stopping the end of the world. But as much as they hoped and prayed they could win this fight, they were running out of options. Things were looking bleak and there wasn’t a lot they could do at this point.