#beekeepercain

[jarpadandjensens]

Happy Birthday my brother Leo

[samsexualdeancurious]

For honesty hour...who are some of your fave fic writerd,? Some of your fave fics?

You’re a tad late for honesty hour, nonny, but that’s okay! I’m always happy to talk about my favorite/go-to people (note: these are not in any particular order, just the order I thought of them in) and my favorites from their masterlists (most of these links are for Tumblr posts, with the exception of some AO3 ones. Let me know if anything isn’t working right).

@teamfreewill-imagine​

I love everything Jamie writes (and I love Jamie herself- we have so much in common, it’s kinda scary), but here are my three faves:

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - If you haven’t read this series yet, get on that shit. It’s a Jared x Gen x Reader that fulfills all my favorite fantasies and is the perfect blend of angst, smut, and fluff. I never want it to end.

Forgive Me, Father - this fic. THIS FIC. I have no words. It’s pure smutty goodness, with Virgin!Priest!Sam who’s so cute I could cry.

Soy Un Perdedor - Stripper!Sam. Nuff said.

Some honorable mentions are: Ask For What You Want, the entire Daddy!Sam verse, and her Series Rewrite

@manawhaat

Mana is the sweetest person who can also rip your heart to shreds and I love her very much, especially when she puts up with me always asking her to beta my fics (the woman is magic, I swear. She makes everything better). Her masterlist if my go-to when I’m craving some John Winchester or some cry-into-your-pillow angst. Some highlights include:

When Your Grace is Gone - Tears. Literal tears were shed. Sam x Reader, but Cas-centric, and the feels were almost to much. Mana would know. I yelled at her about it, lol

Wild Horses - So cute and so hot. I love me some Sammy. Sammy in the backseat of the Impala is even better. There are some things Dean will never know.

Wild Bloom - This is a long one, but 100% worth it. Fuckin’ slayed me with the porn. Gotta love some John x Younger!Reader and middle-of-nowhere sex.

@ilostmyshoe-79

Kim is the first multishipper I followed and she kills me regularly with the porn (especially Porn Gif Drabble Days. They’re too good). She’s got such a great variety to choose from, but I particularly enjoy her Wincest and Poly fics:

Sketches - Wincest, Voyeur!Artist!Cas, and eventual Wincestiel. Need I say more?

Cursed - If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know I thrive on Dom!Sam. I love the idea of a giant man without much control in his daily life taking complete control during sex. But this fic is just one more reason why I’m now so partial so a more submissive version of my favorite moose. The imagery of Sam begging for Dean is too much to handle.

Both - This fic is the poly ship I didn’t know I needed. The idea of Dean getting both of the people he loves it so satisfying.

Release and Relief - I was trying to limit this to three fics per author, but this one cannot be left out. I’ve been shipping Sam/Rowena for a while, but Dean/Rowena is just so good and I’m always a slut for a sub!Dean. Read all the parts. You will not regret it.

@kittenofdoomage

Kitten’s fics were kinda my gateway into the world of smut and reader-inserts, and she definitely inspired me to start this blog! Kitten never ceases to amaze me. I adore everything she writes, so it was really hard to pick just a few fics:

Spin Cycle - It’s hard to chose just one of Kitten’s John x Reader fics, but this is definitely in my top three. It’s got all the good stuff- a damsel in distress, Handyman!John to the rescue, cheesy flirting, and filthy smut.

Substitution - If you have a thing for sex worker!Dean and jealous!Sam (like me), this is the Wincest fic for you. Kitten doesn’t usually (read: ever) write bottom!Dean, but she did such a good job and I still love it (clearly).

Come as You Are - Fluff and smut and enough angst to have you yelling at your phone screen cos WHY WON’T THEY JUST TALK. Also, tattooed!punk!Dean. What more do you need?

Breakdown - Sometimes Kitten’s premises read like the beginning of a porno and this is definitely one of those, and i absolutely love every word of it. Makes me wish my car would break down in the middle of nowhere just so I could run into a tall, gorgeous farmer names Sam. Please and thank you.

Honorable mentions are the Magic and Mark serieses (Strippers and smut. That’s all you need to know), and, of course, Left Behind.

@justanothersaltandburn

Dean introduced me to the wonderful world that is poly ships and interesting kinks I never knew I had. I thought picking fics from Kitten’s masterlist was hard, but picking from Dean’s was nearly impossible:

Tails of a Demi-Demon and His Doms - I was a little hesitant going into this fic, but I’m not entirely sure why? Cos it’s got everything I love- Wincestiel, sub!Dean, some lovely kinks I’d forgotten I have. It’s a little on the longer side, but well worth the time.

Four’s Company - I’m a sucker for a good fix-it and while I did enjoy Season 12, I was bummed to see so many amazing characters go in the finale. Luckily, when I get sad, I can just reread this amazing series and pretend Dean got banged in the Bunker bathroom by Ketch and everyone is still alive.

The Scars We Leave - Speaking of kinks I didn’t know I had and pairings I didn’t know I shipped. This fic is not for the faint of heart, but if you like Demon!Dean x Crowley, Sub!Dean, predicament bondage (specifically my favorite kind and a position I’ve put Dean in before, because he’s so much fun to torture), and some pain kink, this is the fic for you. It’s filthy and dark and oh so good.

@floweryhanzo (you might know him as @beekeepercain)

If you’ve been following me for any amount of time, you probably know of my adoration for anything Leo writes. His depth of understanding of the characters and the way he can paint a picture with his words just never ceases to blow my mind. I highly recommend reading everything on his AO3, but here are a few of my favorites (and they’re not all SPN fics!):

Soft: A Story - This fics is so sweet and cute, but also angsty and deep and thought-provoking. It was written for Nanowrimo, so it’s really long, but it’s honestly just amazing. Little Dean is so stinkin’ cute and Sam’s trying to hard to be a good big brother after being the little brother his whole life, and I just love every moment of it.

A Bark With A Bow - this fic was actually written for me, for a Christmas exchange in 2016, and it’s perfection. I’ve always said Sam needs a dog, particularly a therapy dog, and Leo delivered in the most splendid fashion, complete with brothers being cute brothers. It’s a Christmas fic, but I read it all year round.

Gibralter - I DON’T EVEN PLAY THIS DAMN GAME. All I’ve done is watch some of the videos and read this fic. Multiple times. It’s so damn good. Forever long, but so intriguing. I’m a sucker for brother dynamics (have you seen my favorite show??), and this has all of that, with a fantastic blend of lack-of-communication, beautifully written trauma, bottled up emotions, and some action to spice things up a little. I love it so much.

[soluscheese]

7.15 - Repo Man

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[thelittleredwhocould]

I spoiled myself with some art from @beekeepercain 's Society6 store and I'm so happy with it! Now I just have to get a frame to put it in.

[profound-boning]

Seize the Day

prompt: leftover Pride feels from my spn song creations challenge fic pairings: pre-relationship destiel word count: 2.1k tags: no warnings apply, canonverse, fallen!cas, tiny bit of john hate, pridefest, feelings about pride and identity note that I do use the words “queer” and “dyke” here not as slurs but they are present. See this work on ao3 for an extended note about this. ao3

The morning of June first, there is a small rainbow flag sitting on the table in the kitchen.

Dean stares at it for a moment, before deciding that it’s something Sammy and Cas are… into. And who is he to judge? It’s just a flag. He shrugs and continues toward the coffee machine without a second thought.

June fourth is when Dean’s laptop opens straight to an article about the Chechnya 100 and the ongoing battle of the queer community in Russia against their own government. Despite himself, Dean ends up reading a few different pieces about it, then finding articles about Morocco and Malaysia and countries on every continent where atrocities against queer people are still being committed. He blinks rapidly to dispel a strange irritation in his eyes. (Is it dusty in here? He needs to dust.)

What’s kind of cool, Dean thinks while he scrolls through websites like Amnesty International and the ACLU, is that these people will still be celebrating Pride. In spite of all of that hatred, there will still be people shouting and dancing and celebrating who they are and their community.

He’s seen the parades before. Passing through Boston the summer he was eleven and a little too young to know what it all meant. Saint Louis on a solo hunt at seventeen. Tampa when he was twenty-two. And, of course, San Fran in 2005 before heading south to Palo Alto. Dykes on Bikes is still one of the most badass things he’s ever seen. There are people out there in their communities living loud and proud despite incredible odds.

People with that kind of courage are fighting monsters Dean can’t shoot with rock salt, and they’re winning.

 On June seventh there’s a package from Amazon addressed to an alias of Sam’s waiting in one of their P.O. boxes. Sam and Cas, giggling and obviously excited, go to pick it up in the Impala (because Dean is an extremely gracious big brother). Dean finishes his breakfast and washes the dishes and cleans the whole kitchen and living room filled with a weird sense of anticipation.

But it’s just… t-shirts?

Sam doesn’t even try to stop laughing as he reveals a gray t-shirt featuring a crudely drawn man with too big facial features and a top hat. He's waving a little rainbow flag, and Dean has never been so confused in his life.

“Dude, this is perfect!” Sam can't stop laughing. “The Babadook, a gay icon! Awesome. Thanks for the heads up, Cas.”

“I'm glad you like it, Sam. You’re welcome,” Cas rumbles, fingers brushing the material of his own shirt. It’s rainbow patterned all over, with a big white question mark and exclamation point together on the front. Dean forces his tongue to unstick from the roof of his mouth.

“What’s that for, Cas?”

Sam shoots him a bitchface, but Cas just looks patiently back at him.

“I’m… questioning,” he says plainly. “As an angel, I didn’t have a gender as humans define them. We were simply celestial might and power. Vessels are vessels, and I’ve had several over the millennia.” Why he’d never actually sat down and thought about that is astonishing to Dean. Of course Cas had looked different when he was walking around a thousand years ago. Jimmy Novak was born in the 1970s but Castiel is as old as the stars. “Being human,” Cas continues. “Inhabiting this body, I’ve been thinking. I’m still thinking. I’m not sure yet about what I am or how I feel.”

“Which is fine, Cas,” Sam rests a hand on their friend’s shoulder reassuringly. “You don’t have to know it right away. It could be one label now and later you’ll find another that suits you better.”

“Yes,” Cas agrees, still looking pensive. Dean wishes for half of the courage that Cas possesses.

“What he said.” Dean coughs awkwardly. “It’s cool if you’re still thinkin’ about it. You’re just Cas, y'know.”

Cas looks up, eyes shining, and Dean feels warmth like sunlight flooding his chest.

“Thank you, Dean.”

It’s June tenth and they’re leaving for Kansas City in the morning. Sam’s packed them a backpack full of supplies, protection charms and salt and holy water just in case, but also sandwiches, water bottles, and granola bars. Cas has been fretting over the event itself. Who else will be there? Where will they park? What sorts of things will be there besides just the Parade? He’s a little wary about the size of the crowd. Will it be dangerous?

And Dean? Dean’s still just worried about actually being there tomorrow. There’s a familiar voice spouting disappointment in the back of his mind, as well as his own self-hatred and about three decades worth of internalized homophobia. (What? He can use Google, too.)

Summoning all of his courage, he knocks on Cas’s door. There’s a quiet “come in” and he crosses the threshold quickly before he can change his mind. Cas looks at him for a minute, comfortably seated against the headboard with a book in his lap. He’s wearing an old pair of Dean’s sweatpants and a faded t-shirt, bare feet, and mussed hair. Cas is soft and home and everything Dean has been denying himself, everything he wants.

So why not tell him?

 [ Read the rest on ao3 ]

[theriverscribe]

We aren't best friends, or even particularly close, but I love you. Our demons are different, as are our paths, but I love you. I cannot give you empty promises of sunshine and rainbows and better tomorrows but right now, I love you.

I can say that there are days where every hour counts as a victory. And I loved you each and every hour you have survived. I can say that there are hours when every minute seems to last for days. And I loved you in the eternity hidden in every second you have survived.

We are both survivors of different wars. I recognize you when I look in the mirror, when I can barely recognize myself and just need to hear that YOU ARE LOVED.

For @beekeepercain...I just thought you should know...

[acklelantern]

@beekeepercain

Wait... what? I have - so many questions. Did Misha sign someone's cut-off flesh, or did the person cut the flesh off after signing, how liquid was it, was there blood, did the staff intervene, why did Misha tell them to keep it on until next year?

Last year Misha signed a fan's arm and told her if she had it on her arm still next year he would buy her ice cream. So, she cut the flesh out of her arm and preserved it and went to Misha like “Hey look it's still there.” And he told her to take it off (because he was uncomfortable) so she ripped her preserved flesh off and threw it on his lap and the staff had to take it off of him. And then there are stories saying it was Liquid Latex. 

https://navajomouse.tumblr.com/post/161715445923/so-something-happened-at-phoenix-con

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

You’re Mine

For the Wincest Writing Challenge: February Prompt: I deleted Grindr for you.  Partner: beekeepercain  Warnings: Possessive Dean, slight crossover with Arrow and a tiny bit of Oliver/Sam Word Count: 2,062 Rating: PG-13

Dean Winchester was a possessive man when it came to two things his car and his Sammy. He also loves sex that was no secret. He was not one to turn down an offer.

It was his escape from the reality and harshness of his world and the fact that he had more than brotherly feelings for his baby brother. For years he did his best to hide his more than brotherly feelings for Sam and even though it had broken his heart when he learned that Sam had been accepted to Stanford and he had to bite his tongue as he said nothing as Sam looked at him with pleading eyes to come with him, it tore his heart apart when he looked away from Sam and he tried not to flinch when the door closed softly behind Sam, he might have well slammed it.

After that Dean picked up the first willing body and lost himself in the pain of losing Sam, for that little while he could forget that Sam was gone. But when their dad went missing that all changed and he needed Sam back.

And that brought his possessiveness roaring back full on. But he hid it, he fought it back and tried to be supportive when Sam had his own few hook ups.

Expect when it came to Ruby, that was a whole other story. She was poison for his little brother and he hated how she used him.

Still, he stayed silent when Sam had other hook ups.

That all changed when he followed Sam, one night. And the only reason he followed was because Sam had been acting cagey making sure that Dean was okay with him going out that he was doing his own thing. That instantly had Dean's Sammy's senses tingling and he waited until Sam was in the shower before he went snooping on Sam's phone.

"Alright, Sam let's see what you are up to." Dean muttered under his breath as he unlocked Sam's phone and began to scroll through his phone. It only took Dean a moment to find something that had him raising an eyebrow and growling, "Son of a bitch."

Sam had a Grindr and not only that he had a date that night with a guy he had been talking to for a few days.

Jealousy hit Dean hard in the gut. He could handle it when Sam was hooking up with women but another man was a whole other story.

"Dean?" Sam's voice echoed throughout the halls of the bunker as Dean's keen ears picked up the sound of Sam's footsteps getting closer to the library and Dean quickly shut off Sam's phone and put it back where he had found it. "In here Sam!"

'Oh come on now that's just not fair.' Dean couldn't help it but lick his lips as Sam came in fresh from the shower with a few droplets of water rolling down his neck and Dean wanted nothing more than to lick them away and then make sure that Sam forgets all about his date.

Sam was fidgeting even though he was trying to hide it but no one knew Sam better than Dean and he knew the signs. A grin tugged at Dean's lips, he would play with this for now but once Sam left he would be following him. “So where are you off to?” Dean drawled out.

Sam blanched the last thing he wanted was to tell Dean that he had a date he wasn’t sure how his brother would react to knowing he had a date with another man. Part of Sam didn’t want to go on this date, he only wanted Dean but Dean wasn’t like him. He wasn’t in love with his brother and that is why he needed to go on this date. “I was just heading out to get a few things. I’ll be back in a little while.”

Sam was lying no one could read Sam like Dean and he knew that his little brother was lying to him and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “Let me grab my jacket and I will go with you.” Dean offered.

“NO!” That was the last thing that Sam wanted, was for Dean to come with him when he was going on a date with another man. Sam wouldn’t be able to survive if Dean looked at him with disgust in his eyes upon learning he liked men.

Dean could see the real fear in Sam’s eyes and Dean felt like a heel. “Sammy, there is nothing you can do or be that would ever have me look at you in disgust. You are my world and nothing could make me stop loving you.” Dean wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug him.

‘But can you love me like I love you?’ The question was on the tip of Sam’s tongue and he wanted to ask it but held back. “Thanks, Dean and the same for you. I will never love anyone the way I love you. You’re my world big brother.”

A soft smile tugged at Dean’s lips even as his heart felt like it was going to explode he didn’t want Sam to go on a date with another man. “Don’t be to long man. I thought we could have dinner and movie tonight.” Dean suggested with a smile on his face.

In that moment Sam wanted nothing more than to call off the date and stay at home with Dean but he couldn’t it would be fair to the other guy. “I won’t be long. I promise.” Sam’s place was with Dean it always was and it always would be.

‘Yeah, you won’t be long little brother because I will make sure of it.’ Dean vowed as he watched Sam get ready to leave.

+****+

It had been easy for Dean to follow Sam....well that and he knew which bar Sam was meeting the guy at. He gave Sam a twenty minutes head start in the bar before pulling the Impala into the parking lot next to the one Sam had taken from the bunker. It had been so long since he had followed Sam on a date and part of him fighting against that he shouldn’t go into the bar that he should let Sam do this. ‘Besides just because I have more than brotherly feelings for Sam doesn’t mean he has the same. Sam is probably normal.’ But at the same time, Dean had seen the way Sam looked at him, the love shining in his eyes, the way he touched him, and the sheer heartbreak in Sam's eyes when he thought he lost him and Dean held onto that Sam just might feel the same way for him.

Plus he was a possessive bastard and the idea of another guy touching his Sam pissed him off and he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t end up ripping the guy’s dick off and shoving it down his throat. ‘Sammy doesn’t need a Grindr, not when he has me.’

+****+

Sam was having a horrible time. Oliver was a great guy, really he was but he just wasn’t Dean and he couldn’t measure up to him and it wasn’t fair to Stephen.

If the guy had turned out to be a jerk - like a big part of Sam had been hoping- then he wouldn’t have a problem walking away from him or leaving him to return to Dean. But he was just as nice as he had been in their chats and the last thing Sam wanted to do was to leave him behind without him think he was the bad guy.

Oliver Queen studied the man sitting across from him, he had been less than thrilled with Tommy setting him up on Grindr and connecting him with Sam Winchester but after talking to him and meeting him he was grateful for Tommy setting him up, even if nothing was going to come of this.

“Sam, I’m not one to beat around the bush nothing is going to come of this but friendship. I can see it in your eyes your heart belongs to another and I’m pretty sure it is the guy who is glaring at me from the shadows is the one who has been on your mind since you sat down.” Oliver could feel the dark glares the man was shooting his way and he was sure he saw the guy fingering around the dull knife at his table and he was grateful that it wasn’t sharp because he was sure it would have been pressed against his neck.

‘Too bad, I can’t make him blush that way another way.’ Oliver couldn’t help but think as Sam’s cheeks heated up in the most adorable of reds.

Sam dared to chance a glance and yep there he was sitting in the corner looking ready to rip Oliver to shreds is Dean and part of Sam flares up in hope that Dean is here because he is jealous, that it burns him up inside to see Sam out with another man. “That’s....complicated,” Sam admitted in a small voice and complicated wasn’t enough to cover it.

“Well, I know a man who knows possessiveness when I see it and that man would rip my face off with a smile if I put a finger on you.” Oliver’s friends might call him a fool with a death wish but not this kind of death wish. “Take care Sam and if it doesn’t work call me.” Oliver was one to live on the edge, just ask his friends, and with his eyes locked with the guy in the shadows, he pressed an innocent kiss against Sam’s lips and with the way he opened up it took all of his willpower not to deepen the kiss.

It was the low dangerous growl, the one that promised pain and suffering if he didn’t get his mouth off of Sam in seconds and it was right next to their table that had Oliver pulling away from Sam but not fast enough as Oliver found himself pulled away nearly tossed into a wall.

“Dean!” Sam could only stare at his brother in shock and a little bit of hope as Dean’s glowing green eyes zeroed in on him and suddenly Sam had a very dry mouth as hungry, want and desire filled Dean’s. “Dean?” Sam asked honestly afraid.

“Mine. My Sammy and no one else’s.” Dean growled before wrapping one hand into Sam’s hair and pulling his head back so he could claim his lips in a kiss that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that Sam was his.

Sam knew the moment Dean’s lips were on his that he was addicted to Dean's kisses, he was his drug and he never wanted to be clean or free of him.

This was everything Dean had dreamed it would be like and more and damn it did it kill him to break the kiss. The tiny whimper escaped Sam’s mouth as he did have Dean smiling. “Back to the bunker or I take you here in front of everyone Sammy,” Dean growled his voice rich with sex and lust.

Sam shivered as he licked his lips Dean taking him in front of everyone shouldn’t be as hot as it is but that could be later. Right now he wanted to be able to call him big brother without worrying to be overheard. “Bunker.”

That was all Dean needed to hear as he grabbed Sam by the arm but making sure to spare the guy who had kissed Sam before got a smug wink he was pretty clear Sam was his and then he hustled Sam out of the bar before Sam could stop and say anything to the guy. He didn’t stop until they were at the Impala where he pinned Sam against his girl’s hood. “Tomorrow you deleted that Grindr,” Dean growled under his breath as he nipped at Sam’s lower lip.

Sam didn’t have the heart to tell Dean that he deleted his account and app while he was waiting for Oliver, no one could take the place of spending the evening with Dean. Dean was too hot like this when he was in possessive mode, he would tell him someday.