#(<- EGG CARTON. EGG CARTON. EGG CARTON. EGG CA

[nexus-nebulae]

found my ancient mp3 player recently. finally found a charger for it and plugged it in. and remembered i found a yt playlist of the whole httyd movie chopped up into like 20 videos and i downloaded the mp3s of all of them to listen to on the school bus. which is why i can effortlessly quote the whole first movie now

[beansmack2021]

Scrambled Eggs [Winchester!Sis!]

TW: Mentions of death, child abandonment/neglect, basically Sam completely abandons the reader after Dean's death (ignoring canon quite a bit, mb)

Dean didn't know where he was. He'd walked half a mile in every direction to see if he could find anything that'd give him a clue about his location, but there was nothing. He didn't have his phone on him, probably directly related to the fact that he had to claw his way up from underground. Unless some sick bastard decided to bury him alive (unfortunately more likely in his field of work than you think), then he'd died. He'd died and his younger siblings were left to bury him.

He probably would've been burned, but Y/N/N and Sammy were probably holding onto the fact that he'd come back before, so maybe he would this time, too. Y/N... he had no clue how long he'd been gone. She was only 15 when he'd apparently gone belly-up, she could be in her early twenties by now. He had no way of knowing until he saw her for himself.

He'd been wandering around for probably an hour or two, and he'd finally decided to just start yelling. "Cas!" Nothing. He cupped his hands around his mouth as if that'd make him louder. "Cas!" Still, absolutely nothing. 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘊𝘢𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

As if that was all it took to summon the angel, a bright light appeared behind him and he turned to see Castiel, still clad in his brown trench-coat. "Dean." He seemed relieved, not hesitating to embrace him, even though Dean was covered in dirt and grime. Dean gave Cas a look that told him to give him nothing but the truth. "How long have I been gone?"

"Six months. It's October 14th, now." Dean nodded. He hadn't been gone too long. He briefly considered that he may or may not have missed his little sister's sixteenth birthday. "You wanna give me a lift home?" The angel grabbed his bicep and there was a flash of light before they were standing in the main entrance to the bunker.

"Y/N?" Cas called. "I'm in the kitchen! Dinner's almost done!" Dean quirked his brow, following the angel down the stairs. "Since when does she know how to cook?" Cas glanced at him, trying to steel his expression, but Dean could tell something was up when he'd said "a few months ago" and left it at that.

"Wait here," Cas said when they were just out of view from the stove, where Y/N was making... scrambled eggs? "Eggs again?" Though Cas was posing it as a question, it seemed like he knew the answer. There was an uncomfortable silence before he heard a soft "it's all we had."

All they had? Sam hadn't taken the kid grocery shopping? "Might need more milk soon. There isn't too much left in here." She shakes carton of milk, and Dean can hear that there isn't much sloshing around in it. She tried to smile, but he could see that it was just a facade. He knew her tells, he could read her dejection. He didn't understand. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘮?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a small thud and a whispered "Shit." He watched as Y/N grabbed some paper towels and dropped to her knees, sniffling as she started wiping up a puddle of milk. Before he knew what was happening, he was in front of her, taking the wad of wet paper towels from her hand. "Hey now, kiddo. No use crying over spilled milk." She stumbled back, startled, her eyes widening as she took in his face.

She stared at him, stunned, not saying anything for several heartbeats. She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again, and still said nothing. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm here." Tears welled in her eyes as she dove at him, tightly wrapping her arms around his middle. They stayed like that for a minute, before Castiel said "Y/N, your eggs are done."

She sniffed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "Oh, right." She stood up slowly, grabbing the pan and turning off the stovetop. She scraped some eggs onto one of the two plates she'd set out, looked back at Dean, smiled to herself and scraped some eggs onto the other plate. Cas sat to her left, and Dean moved to sit at the chair on the other side of the plate she'd set before she stopped him. "What are you doing over there? This one is for you."

Dean looked at Cas for a second, then back at his little sister. "Isn't that one for Sammy?" She shook her head, shoveling some of the food into her mouth. She ate as if she were starving, the fork barely passing her lips before it was scooping up some more egg. "She, uh, set a place for you every night." Castiel was still awkward, more than he can tend to be usually.

"For a while, it was just me and Cas. It's nice to have someone else who actually eats to sit with me. No offense, Cas." Dean dropped the fork he'd just picked up. He snaps his head between Cas and Y/N. "Just you and Cas? Alright. What the hell is going on? Where is Sam?"

Y/N swallowed, wiped her mouth and shrugged. Dean's eyes bored into Cas's skull as he waited for an answer. "He's tried to stay off-the-grid. He doesn't want to be found. He said he needed to get-" Dean cut him off. "Where is he, Cas?"

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Dean was pissed. He didn't have his car (Sam took it with him), so Cas had to transport the three of them to the dingy apartment complex his brother was supposedly staying in. He saw Baby, got even angrier, and stormed into the building to find Sam. He banged on the door and felt Y/N's hand slip onto his own. He glanced at her, and could see that she was unsure about meeting Sam. That made him even angrier.

The door was yanked open and they were met with Sam rubbing his eyes and squinting. He immediately dropped his hand. "Dean?" Dean snapped, letting go of Y/N's hand and grabbing Sam's collar.

"What the hell, Sam? You just up and leave her the minute I'm gone? You take the car, leave her with basically nothing, and you come to this piss-shack? Did you know that she was running out of food? Probably not, you didn't bother to check on her yourself. All she had left were some God damn eggs. Cas doesn't have actual money, and she didn't have a car to go out and try to hustle whenever she was alone."

"I kept the bunker clean." She mumbled from next to him. "What was that, sweetie?" Dean turned away from screaming in Sam's face to give Y/N his full attention. "I kept the bunker clean. I know he doesn't like messes. I thought maybe he'd come back so I'd didn't want it to be messy." Dean let go of Sam's collar, and Sam rubbed his neck. "Y/N, listen-"

"No, you don't talk to her. Right now, you're talking to me. What if something got into the bunker? Something she couldn't take on alone?" Sam was sinking into himself, looking truly guilty for the first time since they'd gotten there. "You fucking left her. She was alone other than when Cas visited once every, what? Three days? I died, you bastard. I didn't get a choice in whether or not I'd leave her. You did, and you chose wrong. Fucking apologize."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just couldn't-" Dean grabbed his collar again. "Did I ask you to explain yourself to her? No. You'll be explaining to me, later. Let's try this again."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have left you. I'm sorry."

Y/N just stared forward for a minute. "I know."

[deancaspinefest]

Heartland Flyer

Author: one_more_offbeat_anthem  | Artist: Susy Rose

Posting on Saturday April 6

Ever since he graduated from college and lost his parents, the world has been rushing by Dean Winchester faster than a high-speed train. He's tabled his dreams of being a published writer to edit others' work at a press in D.C., and although he keeps trying to finish his manuscript on the side, he's stuck in a perpetual loop of writer's block. And then there's the issue of his love life. For the same amount of time that he's been standing still, he's been in love with his roommate, Cas Milton. Cas works for Amtrak and spends his time traveling both D.C. and the country, and more often than not, his outlook on the future is more positive than Dean's. Despite the fact that they devote most of their time to each other, Dean knows the truth: one day, Cas will find the person he's truly meant to spend his life with, and he'll ride that train off into the proverbial sunset, leaving Dean behind. But what if the truth Dean thinks he knows is wrong, and a brighter future is out there, if he'll only grab hold of it?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Cas comes home tonight.

Cas comes home /tonight/, and Dean can’t wait. They’ve talked every day, of course they have, but it’s not the same. The apartment feels too big and so empty, and Dean wishes Cas were here to rip open the junk mail and read it in a funny voice or posit, for the thousandth time, that they should get a cat.

(Dean is allergic. Cas claims the place is “one species short.”)

But maybe it’s better that Cas isn’t here, in a way. Usually, Dean is able to handle the way he feels, especially since he’s felt this way since the first night, like Cas would be important and was going to /mean/ something. But as the country has stretched between them, the feeling has started to press into his ribs, painfully, and every time Cas’s name shows up on his phone, he simultaneously scrambles to answer and resists.

He has to get up and go to work.

Dean pulls himself out of bed and stumbles toward the kitchen, where his coffee maker is waiting. He’s used to having breakfast with Cas, sitting on either side of the smooth oak kitchen table; Cas always makes a face at Dean’s mug and makes himself tea instead.

He turns on the coffeemaker (he had the foresight to prep the coffee beans and water the night before, something he always aims to do but doesn’t happen every day) and opens the fridge, inspecting its contents. Tomorrow, they’ll probably have to go to the grocery store; since it’s just been Dean, it’s a little bare. There are still some eggs left, though, so Dean grabs the carton and decides to fry a couple up. He locates a slightly brown banana and cuts it into slices to go on the side while he waits for the coffee to brew.

If Cas were there, they’d listen to the public radio station while they eat, on low volume so they could still talk. Cas says it’s important to stay updated on the news, and Dean doesn’t disagree, but it’s nice to not hear about how everything around the world is going to shit for once.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday April 6)

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. }

roommate!Alucard you’re barely even acquainted before you met. He was just a friend of a friend, but he doesn’t bother you, doesn’t take your stuff, he has no randos coming in and out, and he gives you a little more than his half off the rent.

(you obviously let him know and he just nods and scurries away). You set the money aside for if he wants it back or if you need a repair for the place, and just go on your way and you question to yourself and you friend.

“Soo he’s weird because there’s nothing weird about him?? How does that work y/n?” You sigh frustrated. “That’s just the thing! I feel he’s not there at all like a fuckin ghost or something.” The strawberry blonde haired girl sighed dreamily.

“I wish I had a damn ghost that pays more than half the rent money instead of Trev who just lounges about, you wouldn’t see me complaining.” You pick up a carton of eggs making sure they’re not cracked. “You’ll complain about almost anything.” “Alright I’ll give you that but if my rent was handled I wouldn’t be complaining about that.”

You hum offhandedly, heading to check out. “Aye I know him okay, and yes he’s weird but he just never really had a lot of or any friends, but if you really feel in danger call and you know I’m right there okay?” “Yea I hear you, but lemme call you later, finna go home with these groceries.” She hangs up telling you to get home safely.

You walk into the air conditioned apartment not hearing or seeing anything out of the ordinary as you place the bags on the kitchen island and head to your bathroom. You pause seeing the light luminating underneath the door, your anxiety shoots up try to think if you left it on before you went to get groceries.

‘Fuck it.’ You mumbled under your breath, grabbing the metal bat hidden behind your door, tiptoeing across your room to your bathroom. You rose your elbow that held the bat outstretching your foot pushing open your door, a scream fell from your lips as the sight in front of you shook you to your core.

Your roommate locks eyes with you, a shocked expression on his redden face as you see cum erupt from his unexpectedly large dick, he struggles to hold in a whine. When you finally pull your eyes away from his lower region you notice he’s sat on top of your toilet, a pair of your underwear balled into his fist right up under his nose, his neck bloomed a fiery red as his pupils shook.

You could see tears filling his waterline as you slowly back up, gripping the bat tighter. “What the fuck dude!” “I-it’s not what it looks like I ca- I can explain!” He stood up fixing himself up placing your panties in his sweats pocket not being discrete at all.

You narrowed your eyes at him tilting your head. “Nigga!! Are you serious?! I knew you were a fucking weirdo!” He steps towards you freezing in place when he saw your grip tighten around the weapon, he fell to his knees his hands in a praying motion blonde hair draped down his shoulders, pale yellow eyes flooding with tears at this point.

“‘M sorry ‘m sorry. Please let me continue to stay here! Don’t kick me out! Don’t tell Sypha.” You sigh looking to the left letting out a puff of air before cross your arms, relaxing the bat in a way where if he tried something you had a good enough grip for the hits to be effective.

“Soo how many times have you done this?” He pouts his hands in fists in his lap as he looks away a steaming blush coated his face. “ALUCARD?!” He looks at you and you can see the tear stain lines on his cheeks.

“A few times… for the past three months.” You paled fisting the bat. “Do you come in here when I sleep?” He furrows his eyebrows waving his hands frantically. “No no never! Just when you’re away or taking a while to get back home.” Your gut felt weird a mix of disgust, pity, and something else that you refused to acknowledge.

“I won’t kick you out Alucard but never come into my room again. Do you understand me?” He nods his head so hard his neck could’ve flown from his shoulders, you tsk throwing your bat on your bed picking up your purse heading back to the store.

Burying that unwanted feeling deep in your gut, you shake your head freeing yourself of those thoughts, your face heated. “Finna buy me some new damn locks.”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[kisavatore]

My 2025 Sims 4 Wishlist* for base game updates and packs

*I don't expect to see all this next year obv and I want bug fixes like everyone eles,I'm doing this list purely for fun! (I may add more later)

Fairies

Hotels

Being able to completely customize the apartments and hallways in san myshuno-changing the front door,moving/deleting the rat hole,moving/deleting the pipes and electrical box,and getting ride off lot challenges if we want to (I'm glad we can delete/move windows but I hope for a little bit more customization in the future)

Spiral stairs (base game)

Eye color & hair color slider (the same as the make-up one,base game)

New hair in pastel colors (base game)

Pastel color eyes (base game)

More Black hairstyles (base game)

Gamer/geek decor (more headphones,controller,figurines,plushies,art prints,pillows,pen holders etc.)

Decor and functional manga & comic books

New consoles

Anime inspired (or colab) cas or/and b&b kit or stuff pack

Ado song/s added to s-pop station (base game)

Aimer song/s added to s-pop station (base game)

Graves for chickens,cows and llamas from cottage living EP

Bassinet for mermaids

Reptile Pets

Baird Pets

Disability aids (base game)

More/New Clutter-slippers,robes,small candles,cutting boards,mugs,small standing picture frames,make-up,cereal box,makeup,ingredients-flour bag,sugar pack,egg packaging,milk carton etc.,tray (empty with slots),tray with different types of decor e.g.w/ candle,books & mug,laptop & mug,breakfast etc.

Tattoo artist career

Ballet Career

New instruments-drums,accordion,flute,harmonica,cello,harp,trumpet (base game)

Pool table

New playground equipment-slides,carousel,rocking horse (base game)

Burglars (base game)

Separate bank accounts for sims,saving account (base game,I would personally like a bank system similar to SNB mod)

New hobbies-skateboarding,glassblowing,pottery,scrapbooking,soap making,golfing,sewing clothes,ballet

Making a bed like in the sims 3 (base game)

Carnival Pack

New toys for kids (toy kitchen,toy laundry set,cashier toy set,band toy set,tea set,small plushies)

New toys for toddlers (toy kitchen,toy telephone,basketball hoop,Rock-a-Stack,Xylophone)

Public Swimming Pool Decor

Arcade machines

New make-up (cas,base game)

New piercing

Pillowfort for kids

Princess themed furniture/bedroom

Safari themed bedroom

Boho b&b kit

Visual kei CAS Kit

Cyber Goth CAS Kit

Active elementary school

New beds for cats/dogs

Updated textures for older base game hair

Screenshots we are taking appearing in our sims inventory as photos (so we could frame them)

Firefighter Career

Daycare Career

Police Career

Mangaka Career

Police in the game (so our teens can be pick up by them,if they are out late at night and also if we get burglars)

South Korea inspired world

Africa Inspired world

Poland Inspired world

Another Japan Inspired world (I was thinking Tokyo Inspired City)

Traditional Slavic Clothes (base game or/and kit)

Slavic Home Decor (base game or/and kit)

Traditional Polish Food (base game)

Garage Cutler Kit

[metalmonki]

Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love Part 16

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

2.4k word count

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings MDNI 18+ unprotect p in v, oral F recieving

Authors Note: I'm terrible at writing 18+ content so sorry in advance.

Original / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

By the time I got back to the bunker, the plastic bags were digging into my hands, and my mind was still spinning from what Cas had said. I pushed the door open with my shoulder and made my way to the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter.

The bunker was quiet as usual, save for the faint sound of metal clicking in the lounge room. I peeked in to see Dean sitting on the couch, a gun laid out in front of him as he cleaned it with practiced ease. His bandaged hand moved a little slower than usual, but he didn’t seem to care.

As I started unpacking the bags, I felt his eyes on me. A few seconds later, I heard the soft scrape of the gun being set down on the table.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Dean asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

I froze for a moment, my hands still on a carton of eggs. “What do you mean?” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Dean leaned back, crossing his arms. “I know that look. Something’s weighing on you. What happened?”

I sighed, abandoning the act. There was no point in trying to hide it from Dean—he could always see right through me. I turned to face him, leaning against the counter.

“Cas came to see me,” I said quietly.

Dean’s jaw tightened, his expression shifting from curiosity to something darker. “What did he say?”

I hesitated, but then the words came spilling out—the whole conversation, God’s so-called plan, and how we were apparently breaking it. By the time I finished, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, though I blinked them back.

Dean stood up, pacing a few steps before turning to face me, his green eyes sharp. “You can’t listen to a word Cas says about that crap. He’s been too close to God’s playbook for too long—he doesn’t get it. We’re not pawns, Y/N. Not you, not me.”

“But if we’re really screwing up some grand plan—”

“I don’t give a damn about his plan,” Dean cut me off, his voice firm but not unkind. “I care about you. About us. Whatever comes at us, we’ll handle it. Together.”

I looked at him, his determination so unwavering that it made some of the tension in my chest ease.

Dean must have noticed, because his tone softened as he added, “Look, Sam and Theresa are out on their date night. Maybe we should have one too.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a small smile tug at my lips despite myself. “A date night? In the bunker?”

“Why not?” Dean shrugged, his usual cocky grin starting to appear. “I’ll grab some beers, we’ll put on a movie, and it’ll be just as good as anything those two are doing.”

I reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tray of ground beef. “How about we start with this? I make a killer burger.”

Dean’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, sweetheart, if your burgers are half as good as your chili, I’m sold.”

“Are you really still going on about my chilli all these months later?”

I laughed softly, feeling lighter for the first time all day. “Just wait. You’ll be begging me to make these every week.”

As I started pulling out spices and ingredients, Dean moved closer, grabbing a cutting board and a knife. “Alright, chef, tell me what to do.”

“Step one,” I teased. “Don’t get in my way.”

Dean chuckled, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender. “Yes, ma’am.”

For a little while, the kitchen filled with the sound of sizzling meat and lighthearted banter, the weight of Cas’s words temporarily pushed aside. And for now, that was enough.

…

The smell of freshly cooked burgers filled the bunker as Dean and I settled on the couch, plates balanced on our laps. The Nightmare Before Christmas was playing on the TV, and I couldn’t help but hum along to the opening song between bites.

Christmas was just a few weeks away, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a little spark of excitement. I glanced over at Dean, who was completely focused on his burger, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You know,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence, “we should really do something for Christmas this year.”

Dean arched an eyebrow at me, chewing thoughtfully. “Like what?”

I grinned. “The whole shebang! Christmas shopping with Sam and Theresa, decorating the bunker, cooking a huge lunch—turkey, ham, roast veggies, all of it. Eggnog, gingerbread, maybe even one of those cheesy holiday movies Sam secretly loves.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Cheesy holiday movies, huh? Can’t wait to see Sam squirm through that.”

“Exactly!” I said, my excitement growing. “It could be fun, Dean. We’ve never really done Christmas right, you know? Not like this.”

Dean tilted his head, his smile softening as he watched me ramble on. “Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out.”

“Not yet,” I admitted, taking another bite of my burger. “But I will. I was thinking about dragging Sam and Theresa out to do some Christmas shopping tomorrow. There’s gotta be a few stores still decked out with trees and lights. We could pick up some decorations for the bunker.”

Dean shook his head, his grin turning into a smirk. “Decorating the bunker? You do realize this place isn’t exactly a Hallmark set, right?”

“That’s the point,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “It needs some holiday magic. Imagine it—twinkling lights in the library, a tree in the corner, stockings hung up in the war room.”

Dean let out a small laugh, shaking his head again, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he looked at me, his expression softer now. “You’re really into this, huh?”

“I am,” I admitted, glancing back at the TV as Jack Skellington started singing about Christmas Town. “I just think we deserve to have something nice, you know? After everything.”

Dean didn’t respond right away, and when I looked over, he was staring at me, his burger forgotten on his plate.

“What?” I asked, self-conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he said, his voice low. “Just... you’re really something when you’re excited like this.”

My cheeks warmed, and I quickly turned back to the screen, trying to hide my smile.

Dean might not have been entirely convinced about the Christmas spirit, but I could tell he didn’t mind indulging me. And for now, that was enough.

…

The plates were abandoned on the coffee table, the remains of our impromptu dinner forgotten as Dean and I found ourselves tangled up in each other once more. His lips on mine, the warmth of his touch—it was all-consuming, electric.

Dean grabbed my hand and lead me to his room, the world outside the door fading away as we gave ourselves over to each other completely. He freed me from my clothes, allowing his hands to trace each inch of skin that was revealed to him. Once he had me completely nakes he pushed me gently onto his bed, hovering above me. He connected our lips in a hungry kiss, stealing my breath away. He kissed slowly from my neck down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth sucking and licking before moving on to the next. I bit down on my lip to keep from being loud.

“It’s just us here sweetheart no need to be quiet” Dean looked up at me like a man starved of touch.

He returned to my breasts earning a breathy moan. I could feel him smile against my nipple as he kissed in and moved on to kiss down my stomach. He reached the place I needed him most. He spread my legs, bending them at the knee and pushing them out to the sides opening me up in front of him. He licked his lips before placing a soft kiss on the sensitive bud waiting for his attention.

“If you want me to stop just say so” Dean looked up at me. I mustered up small nod before looking off to the side now embarrassed to be naked in front of Dean while he was still completely clothed.

Dean made himself comfortable between my legs before placing my legs over his shoulders. He licked one line up my folds causing me to shake and let out a small squeal mixed with a moan. He immediately went to work licking and sucking at my clit causing my back to arch. The moan that escaped my lips was nothing short of pornographic. Dean knew what he was doing with his tongue and mouth. And he knew it. I could feel the smirk that was plastered on his face. I could feel the heat building in my belly.

“D..Dean I’m going to…” The band tightening in my belly snapped before I could saying anything more. I could feel my legs shaking. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over as Dean worked me through it.

Dean stood up and told me to move up the bed as he pulled his shirt off. I wriggled up the bed not taking my eyes of Dean, wanting to see every part of him. As he pulled down his pants his dick now free from its denim cage sprung up and smacked his stomach. I was far from a virgin but never had I seen a dick so long and thick as his. I was sure he was going to break me. Dean, however, quickly ruined the moment when he hit the ground with a crash as he tried to remove his boots. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He gave me a cheesy grin from the floor as he got his boots and jeans off. Once he was completely stripped he climbed onto the bed taking his place in between my legs.

“Just remember if you want me to stop…”

“Just say so I know” I smiled up at him.

Dean dipped his head, capture my lips in a kiss full of love. While I was distracted by his lips he took the chance to sneak a hand between us and guide himself into me. The sudden stretch caused me to gasp, throwing my head back onto Deans pillows. Dean stilled once he was completely inside giving me a chance to adjust. But now being in this position I froze up. I think Dean could feel something was wrong. He leaned down and kissed me. The movement caused him to move inside me sending an intense feeling of pleasure ripping through me. I moaned into his mouth as he began to move. Slowly at first but soon he began to move faster. Soon he had my legs up over his shoulders as he found that one spot deep inside me that he hit with precision with each thrust of his hips. Before I knew it I was a babbling mess under his as my release hit me for the second time. Deans movements became sloppy and I felt his hips come to a stuttering holt as his own release washed over him.

 The way he held me, whispered my name like it was the only thing that mattered—it was as though all the tension, all the fear and doubt, had melted into something softer, something unbreakable.

Afterward, I lay against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers lazily trailed up and down my arm, a comforting gesture that made me feel safe, grounded.

“Never thought we’d get here,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dean chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. “Yeah, well... guess the universe finally got something right.”

I smiled, closing my eyes. “Let’s not jinx it.”

His arms tightened around me, and I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. “Not a chance.”

Before long, the comforting rise and fall of his chest lulled me into sleep.

A sound startled me awake—a flutter of wings that sent my heart racing. My eyes flew open to see Castiel standing at the foot of the bed, his expression a mix of disappointment and worry.

“Cas,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with sleep. Dean didn’t stir beside me, and I turned to him in confusion.

“He won’t wake,” Cas said flatly, his gaze steady on me. “I’ve ensured it.”

My stomach twisted at his words. “What do you want?”

Cas stepped closer, his hands clasped in front of him. “I’m very disappointed in you, Y/N. And I’m scared.”

“Scared?” I echoed, sitting up carefully. “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t bear the thought of seeing my daughter or my granddaughters hurt,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

I froze, the words crashing over me like cold water. “Your what?”

Cas sighed, his usual stoicism faltering. “When you were born, you were dead. There was no life in you. Your parents prayed, begged for a miracle... and I answered. I gave you part of my grace to save you, Y/N. You are my daughter—a Nephilim.”

The world tilted on its axis, and I stared at him, unable to process what he’d just said. “I’m... I’m a Nephilim?”

“That is why you heal so quickly,” Cas explained, his tone measured but soft. “It’s also why God’s plans have been so... complicated where you and Dean are concerned.”

“But the granddaughters—”

“You’re pregnant,” Cas interrupted, his voice low. “With identical twin girls.”

My breath caught, my hand instinctively going to my stomach. “That’s not possible. I can’t—”

Cas held up a hand. “You can. And you are.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you need to know what’s at stake,” Cas said, his tone firm now. “And because... I’ve said too much already.”

Before I could say another word, he vanished, leaving only the faint sound of wings in his wake.

“Cas?” Dean’s groggy voice broke the silence, and I turned to see him sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “I heard him. Where is he?”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. The weight of Cas’s revelations had left me rooted to the spot. Dean frowned, his gaze locking onto mine.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I stared at him, wondering how I was supposed to tell him what I’d just learned.

[starlite-png]

Standing at the bunker's kitchen counter, all Dean could think is that he really needed a hunt. He needed a hunt as soon as possible.

It wasn't as if Dean didn't enjoy his downtime. In fact, he enjoyed his downtime immensely. Whether that be time spent bickering with Sam, watching classic movies with Cas, or teaching Jack card games: Dean tried to appreciate every moment of peace and strange normalness that he got with his family.

But. There was this thing that happened whenever there was a significant break between hunts. Dean's self-aware enough to have figured it out by now: spending weeks in the bunker without a hunt reminded him of being left in motels with sammy when they were kids. The reminder wasn't so bad most of the time. It was mostly just a bit bittersweet—a reminder of both the good and bad times. But then there were times like this. Times when he remembered the bad so vividly it felt imminent. Times when it felt like his brain had had some switch flipped, and now he was in full-on "take care of sammy" mode, and he couldn't flip it back no matter what he did.

So, here he was. Standing in front of the counter at 5 in the morning, hungry and just craving a damn samwhich, but feeling like if he ate even a fucking spec of anything sammy was going to starve. Sammy was going to say he hates him. Was going to run away again. Was going to get so thin that his teachers are going to call cps and then theyd take him away and dad would be pissed and dean if you dont take care of things while im gone theyre gonna take your brother away—

"Dean?"

The nauseating blend of his father's angery shouts and his 5-year-old little brother complaining about having spaghettios again is interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.

He turns to the intruder and is met by Sam's worried face, his brother's forehead wrinkled in that ridiculous way it does.

"Are you okay, man? You've been staring at that loaf of bread for like 5 minutes."

Taking a deep breath as subtlely as possible, Dean slaps on a grin and turns back to the counter, putting away the bread in favor of an egg carton. "Yeah, I just woke up hungry, s'all. Guess I'm still half asleep though, must've dozed off for a moment there. Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

[nspired1fanfiction]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by the wonderful @pearlypairings

Are you named after anyone?

I was told for most of my life that I wasn’t. My mother said that my dad heard it somewhere and suggested it. When I was 23, he let it slip that it was actually an ex-girlfriend’s name but he always remembered it for how unique it was. My dad didn’t realize my mom was in the house, so we both just hear, “What?!”

Damn, dad. Take that shit to the grave next time.

Do you have kids?

Noooooo! I am the oldest of eight children. I have raised enough children from the baby sitting years combined. We were like a gang, man. A carton of weird eggs.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not at all. I only write kid-friendly fics too. My priest would be proud.

When was the last time you cried?

Two weeks ago when I sat in my 12-step group. One day at a time, people.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their hands. You can tell a lot from the mannerisms in the hands.

Eye color?

Hazel

What sports do you/have you played?

Softball and Track and Field.

Any special talents?

Not sure what qualifies as special. I can jury rig things on the fly. I often find myself just looking around a room to see what I could make. One time the downstairs neighbor’s kid put his arm through a window and cut himself very badly. I put together a tourniquet from a looped pillowcase and a wooden spoon.

Where were you born?

San Diego, CA

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

There’s a difference?!

Do you have any pets?

A cat who is a chubby terrorist named Gerald. I got him from a program called Pets Who Work. The local animal shelter signs up businesses who will allow a cat to roam their shop and they are show cased for adoption. So, I got Gerald from my favorite video game store.

How tall are you?

6’0”

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, CrossFit, and video games.

Favorite subject in school?

Drama class. The real studious answer, lol.

Dream Job?

ER Physician. That was always the goal but I was terrified of the med school debt.

I am tagging @jillbert-weskertine @aeshnacyanea2000 @doctor-hannibal-wesker & anyone else who wants to participate, please share!

[poultry-1]

Poultry Cartons: The Natural Choice for Egg Protection

In today's market, where consumers are increasingly conscious of sustainability and environmental impact, poultry cartons stand out as the premier choice for egg cartons. Not only do they safeguard the delicate contents within, but they also align with the growing demand for eco-friendly packaging solutions. In this article, we delve into the multifaceted benefits of poultry cartons, exploring why they are the natural choice for egg protection.

Why Poultry Cartons Matter Environmental Benefits of Poultry Cartons One of the most compelling reasons to choose poultry cartons is their environmental benefits. Made from recycled materials, these cartons are biodegradable and compostable, reducing the carbon footprint associated with egg packaging. Unlike plastic alternatives, poultry cartons do not contribute to the growing problem of plastic pollution. By choosing poultry cartons, producers and consumers alike support a more sustainable and eco-friendly packaging option.

Superior Protection for Eggs Poultry cartons are designed to provide superior protection for eggs. The structure of these cartons cushions the eggs, minimizing the risk of breakage during transportation and handling. The individual compartments ensure that eggs do not knock against each other, which is a common cause of damage. This not only helps in maintaining the quality of the eggs but also reduces food waste, making poultry cartons an excellent choice for both producers and consumers.

Material Composition and Design Recycled and Renewable Materials Poultry cartons are typically made from recycled paper or molded pulp, which are both renewable resources. This choice of material is not only sustainable but also ensures that the cartons are sturdy and durable. The use of recycled materials in the production of poultry cartons further underscores their environmental benefits, as it reduces the demand for virgin resources and minimizes waste.

Innovative Design Features The innovative design features of poultry cartons are another factor that sets them apart. These cartons are engineered to provide maximum protection with minimal material. The design includes features such as reinforced corners, secure locking mechanisms, and ventilation holes. These elements work together to protect the eggs from impact and environmental factors, ensuring that they reach the consumer in perfect condition.

Economic Advantages Cost-Effectiveness In addition to their environmental and protective benefits, poultry cartons are also cost-effective. The materials used in their production are generally less expensive than plastic, and the manufacturing process is efficient and economical. This makes poultry cartons an attractive option for egg producers looking to reduce costs without compromising on quality or sustainability.

Market Appeal The market appeal of poultry cartons cannot be overstated. Consumers today are more informed and concerned about the environmental impact of their purchases. By choosing poultry cartons, producers can appeal to this growing demographic of eco-conscious consumers. This can lead to increased sales and a stronger brand reputation, as consumers are more likely to support companies that prioritize sustainability.

Health and Safety Considerations Natural and Safe Materials The natural materials used in poultry cartons are safe and non-toxic, making them an ideal choice for food packaging. Unlike plastic cartons, which can sometimes contain harmful chemicals, poultry cartons pose no risk of chemical leaching. This ensures that the eggs remain uncontaminated and safe for consumption.

Regulatory Compliance Poultry cartons comply with stringent food safety regulations, providing peace of mind for both producers and consumers. These regulations ensure that the materials used are suitable for food contact and that the manufacturing processes adhere to high standards of hygiene and safety. By choosing poultry cartons, producers can be confident that they are meeting all necessary regulatory requirements.

The Future of Egg Packaging Innovation and Development The future of egg packaging is bright, with ongoing innovation and development in the field of poultry cartons. Manufacturers are continually looking for ways to improve the design and functionality of these cartons, incorporating new materials and technologies to enhance their performance. This commitment to innovation ensures that poultry cartons will remain at the forefront of sustainable egg packaging solutions.

Consumer Trends Consumer trends indicate a growing preference for sustainable packaging options. As awareness of environmental issues continues to rise, more consumers are choosing products that align with their values. This shift in consumer behavior is driving demand for poultry cartons and encouraging more producers to adopt these eco-friendly packaging solutions.

Conclusion: The Natural Choice Poultry cartons are undeniably the natural choice for egg cartons. Their environmental benefits, superior protection, cost-effectiveness, and market appeal make them the ideal packaging solution for eggs. By choosing poultry cartons, producers can meet the needs of eco-conscious consumers, reduce their environmental impact, and ensure the safety and quality of their products.

[anthonybialy]

Congested Taxes

The People’s Republic of New York is not going to punish victims residing within its borders any more than it already has.  Agonies that never happen are blessings to count, so don’t forget when you’re praying while facing Albany.  Frightened subjects should relax, as they’ve been saved from one more blasted personal tariff by the benevolent deity chosen to decide how much of what you selfishly hoarded can be retained.

The looming congestion tax will idle until Democrats make sure they can get extra terms.  Kathy Hochul does the right thing when the wrong one she cherishes would cost her votes.  She’s a woman of integrity if still believing something dreadful counts.

Life is so arbitrary, particularly if you inhabit a state where governors decree which diktats will affect life today.  Hochul canceled a tax the moment before it rolled into being using the same arbitrarily autocratic power that allowed Andrew Cuomo to save us from a virus by proclaiming bars must serve food with drinks.

You can suffer more later.  Hochul proclaimed that this is not the right time for another mandated payment to the capital, what with a trip to Burger King costing as much as a housing payment in 2019.  Punishment for existing will be acceptable again once collective finances are a little rosier.

It’s so caring of the state’s queen to not punish people further at a time when they are unable to afford luxuries like eggs.  Hochul wants to alleviate further anguish, for which you must remember to offer credit.  Congregants must simultaneously disregard how they endure hard times because of her.

The hand of the almighty moves in a capricious manner which mere mortals cannot grasp.  The human mind is puzzled why inflation spiked just as soon as the party that rules New York went national.  I blame corporate greed, which was discovered in early 2021 by Koch Industries scientists.

The canceled tithe will keep the economy from getting worse, which baffles Democratic experts who presume the state is the source of well-being and decency.  Generating as much by not installing a new method for ripping off citizens is liberal mathematical magic.

I’m thrilled when a tax generates nothing.  But I’m not a grabby politician.  Letting people spend what they earn to benefit the economy is as foreign a notion in the erstwhile Empire State as punishing anyone for allegedly committing felonies but Donald Trump.  

An excise for the crime of moving is designed to reduce drivers and also not reduce them.  Supreme planners want to alleviate clogged streets with a fine but need the streets clogged so they can collect fines.  You must feel sorry for their quandary by law.  Politicians claim they don’t see themselves as deities.  Then they try to make something both happen and not happen.  Proof they’re false gods comes in losing electoral votes.

Taxing something politicians have deemed pernicious in order to keep ignorant charges from harming themselves is the tobacco quandary.  Don’t smoke because it’s bad for your lungs and other organs, but please keep buying Marlboro cartons so leaders can spend the cash better.

A fee for ground covered would keep people from heading forward more literally than usual.  Reducing movement is a symbol for New York that those pouting about the lack of new pirating.  Society’s architects never grasp consequences in their charming way.

Do as you’re taxed.  Causes of effects think a new fee will lead to the same percentage increase in revenue.  Trust the same compassion junkies who were shocked to learn crime increases without punishment for it.  

New York is helpful if you’re starting your own state and seek countless dire examples to avoid.  The presumption that awful idiots who are so inept that they had to run for office get the economy going by pilfering from the useful has reduced traffic even without a tax, although roadways to Florida are clogged. It’s too bad they can’t charge for moving out of state.

The quantity of cars on any roadway regulates itself.  Coping with other drivers in order to get somewhere worthwhile is a simple balance of costs versus benefit, which is why Democrats don’t understand.  Manhattan’s streets are busy for a reason. Pyongyang doesn’t need a toll, and not just because it’s freer than New York.

Spending less is a revolutionary notion that would cause chaos.  It never occurs to class warfare guerrillas that patterns will change any more than they think subtracting an even larger percentage from an already-depleted economy to fund useless governmental agencies brings righteous progress.  They had already spent money that wasn’t theirs.

The Metropolitan Transit Authority can’t transit people through the metropolitan area despite its authority.  I wish the inaccurate name were the worst part out of enduring an underground train ride that vainly races pedestrians at surface level.  A private subway operator who could be fired might be able to work with the present budget and maybe even find a way to buy 21st-century technology.  But the trains running on time would set a bad precedent for the Il Hoche reign.

Car-hating leftists fume about not getting to punish drivers so they stand still.  Ripping off automobile operators for daring to want to visit a city only sounds like it’s made up to mock liberals.  Those who claim eliminating competition creates efficiency never determine just why a government agency with a monopoly on underground trains loses so much while overcharging for atrocious service.

Legalized grifters’ version of revenue never involves creating their own by offering a worthwhile product or service.  Instead, demonize those who’ve managed to earn despite innumerable burdens already inflicted.  That’s way easier.  Use police power to threaten anyone loath to fork over more.

Hochul’s vote-buying tax postponement ticks off innate schemers who’re lamenting lost funds instead of asking who’d be funding.  Using another freaking levy to seize from beleaguered taxpayers would stop traffic, all right.  As for driving patterns, I’d wager the governor will take her taxing trip about four seconds after polls close.  Keep bracing for the state to go into action as it restricts just that.

[preschooltorranceca]

Creative Craft Ideas for Kids Using Recyclable Materials at Home

A great way to get kids involved in creative activities, making crafts out of recyclable materials can be a great idea. Also, it helps them understand the value of sustainability and recycling. Kids may turn commonplace materials into lovely and environmentally friendly works of art with a few simple home supplies and a little creativity. In this blog, the Montessori Torrance CA, team mentioned some fun craft ideas for kids using recyclable materials that you can easily find at home.

Let's read it out:

Egg Carton Flowers

Collect bare egg cartons and create separate egg cups using cutting. Allow your youngster to paint and adorn them in flower-like patterns using bright colors. Create a bouquet of egg carton flowers by attaching green pipe cleaners to serve as stems.

Cardboard Box City

Keep unused cardboard boxes, such as cereal boxes or shoeboxes, and let your kids' imaginations run wild. With roads, buildings, and even a few cardboard cars, they can create their cardboard box city.

Toilet Paper Roll Animals

Gather used toilet paper rolls and turn them into cuddly creatures. Your youngster may build a zoo of creatures by painting the rolls and adding characteristics like pipe cleaner legs, paper ears, and googly eyes.

Newspaper Collage Art

Utilize newspapers for college art to give them a second chance at life. Your youngster may make their original artwork by cutting or tearing out intriguing photos and headlines, arranging them, and then adhering them to a piece of cardboard or poster board.

Bottle Cap Magnets

Recycle bottle tops from different drinks to create vibrant magnets. Allow your youngster to use markers, stickers, or miniature pictures to paint or decorate the caps. Let them hang their artwork on the refrigerator by attaching a magnet strip to the back.

Plastic Bottle Bird Feeder

Make apertures and windows out of a clean plastic bottle. Hang it on a tree limb after filling it with birdseed. Your youngster may learn about nature while watching birds visit their homemade bird feeder.

Milk Jug Watering Can

Make a child-sized garden watering can out of an empty milk jug. Your youngster may water plants by helping them poke holes in the cap to create a sprinkling effect.

Paper Plate Masks

Make entertaining masks using paper plates. Your youngster may create their masks by painting, coloring, and decorating the plates. To wear them for pretend play, fasten them using twine or elastic.

Conclusion

Children's creativity is stimulated, and the principles of recycling and reusing are instilled through crafting with recyclable materials. These creative projects promote sustainability and environmental awareness, in addition to being enjoyable. So gather your recyclables, arrange a creative area, and watch as your child's creativity soars as they transform commonplace objects into artwork. But if you are a working parent, all kinds of activities become hectic, so you can choose our preschool Torrance, CA, team for your child's better growth and care.

[pussypopstiel]

Jensen ackles came into the show looking like he was smooth as a ken doll so he dosent count AND actually it was revolutionary to cast your main macho man as the inventor of petite and breedable so jot that down. But as the show started to look more sitcom changing channels set and less I live in a real world thats so #dark and gritty and masculine (let men be masculine ✊🏼) everything started to match jensen in the threshold of looking like its shiny and squeaky if you touch it. Even the dirt and grime looks manufactured—that bunker dosent look like its ever seen an inch of rot. Where is the black mold. Anyways. Castiel does not look plastic to me ever. The most plastic i remember him looking was s9 but he made up for it by struggling more than jesus christ. But even so, if his outfit got more plastic-y he managed to bring that vibe down because castiel does not fundamentally feel like he comes from a hollywood set the way jensen does. This gets BETTER as the later seasons go on because he looks like juuuuussttt some guy but hes the specialist thing in the world. Even jensens wrinkles look constructed on blendr but misha when hes playing cas manages to look like a guy who exists. I have so many stupid thoughts to articulate because my edibles are kicking in and im not gonna get into all of them but castiel is like raising a chicken on the farm and loving and nurturing it and getting eggs from that chicken but dean looks like hes non-gmo factory farm wholefoods eggs that went into the carton with all perfect shells.

Supernatural may have looked plastic as hell in the end but i can tell you castiel will never feel plastic to me that is home grown angel right there

[milk-lover]

Several hours and 3 failed batches later, I have Finally successfully made Swiss Merignue Buttercream with pre-pasteurized eggs.

[devildom-moss]

Human Dating Advice (pt.3, SFW)

(Simeon x gn!MC)

(baking with Simeon, just very soft and full of love, SFW, ending might be a little rushed)

Word count: +2000

(pt.1)

(pt.2)

“Another time, angel.”

“Whenever – if ever – you’re ready.” Simeon gave you a smile that brought true spring to the Devildom. If the warmth of sunlight had ever or would ever reach the grounds outside of the House of Lamentation, it would still never know a soft glow like this: not bright so that one might squint when facing it but brilliant like certain bioluminescent algae whose existence in the dark is made majestic and awe-inspiring. If you were among the angels, perhaps Simeon would appear less holy and divine, but you were here in the darkness with him. When you know something glows in the dark, it is difficult to forget that it is special in the daylight. “Will you accompany me shopping, then?”

“Of course, Simeon. Would you like to hold hands?”

Simeon nodded and led you into town by the hand, occasionally pulling you closer in especially crowded streets.

Oh. You weren’t sure what to expect when he asked you to go shopping with him. Maybe you had spent too much time with Asmo (you hadn’t), but you didn’t realize he had meant grocery shopping.

“Are we here to pick up groceries for Purgatory Hall?”

“Not exactly. Actually, I wanted to bake with you. The weather is perfect for it. We did have all the ingredients to make cookies, but Solomon used the rest of the eggs, cinnamon, and melting chocolate in breakfast this morning,” Simeon shuddered.

“I’m sorry for your suffering. Was he trying to make pancakes or something?”

“Omelets, MC. He made omelets.”

“Sweet omelets?”

“No.” Simeon was almost bewildered by the credit you granted Solomon.

“Sounds like he made a war crime against your tastebuds.”

Simeon laughed, “thank goodness for Raphael. Luke and I told him we weren’t hungry, and Raphael managed to spare us from suffering by eating the leftovers.”

“Did you eat at all today?”

“Luke snuck two slices of blood berry poundcake out of the fridge and handed one to me before I left. He’s so sweet.”

“We’ll have to save cookies especially for him.”

“He’ll probably be jealous that I got to bake with you today, but I made arrangements to have Barbatos watch Luke for the day – well he’s offered to teach him how to bake a new cake recipe. Luke still won’t admit it, but Barbatos is like his Devildom god-father and mentor. Satan is taking Solomon and Raphael out to a cat café.” Simeon informed you as he casually walked through the store.

His thumb mindlessly rubbed your hand as he grabbed the cinnamon and the melting chocolate in one hand. When you got to the eggs, Simeon stared at the carton, puzzled and immobile.

“Is something wrong,” you asked.

“I’m afraid so. I can’t hold the eggs, cinnamon, and chocolate in one hand, but I don’t want to let go of your hand, either.”

You laughed at him. He looked so serious when he said that. You checked the top carton for any cracks and picked it up in your free hand, “problem solved.”

“Thank you, MC,” Simeon looked away, realizing that he was being unreasonably clingy.

From behind you, you heard a succubus sigh and mutter, “I can’t even go to the store without feeling single. I want a girlfriend so bad.”

You both held in a laugh for her sake. Simeon felt overjoyed to be seen as your partner – even more so to cause envy in a succubus. If one of the brothers had seen you two, it would certainly cause a scene, but right now, it felt like you were his, and he was yours. He savored the opportunity to show off your relationship all the way to Purgatory Hall, where he reluctantly let go of your hand to unlock the door.

“I’m going to change real quick, and I’ll bring back aprons for us, okay?” Simeon set his keys down and rushed into his room.

You set the bag down on the kitchen counter. When Simeon came back, he was in a DevilCat tank top, his beautiful shoulders on display again. There was something still so unfamiliar about casual clothes on Simeon’s body, and you couldn’t stop staring.

“You like the top? Solomon gave it to me. He doesn’t like clothes that show off his skin, but a witch friend gave it to him. It’s pretty cute, right?”

“You’re cute.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckled and handed you an apron, “but I’m not nearly as cute as you.”

“Can I tie your apron for you, angel?”

“If I can tie yours for you.”

You slipped the apron on and turned around for him. Simeon’s hands lingered at your waist before he grabbed the ties. You could feel him gently tying a tidy bow. His hot breath hit the back of your neck, “lovely.”

Simeon followed your suit and turned for you to tie his apron. He was too pretty to resist. You traced your hands over his shoulders and down his back. Using the ties, you pulled him back against your body before placing a kiss on his left shoulder. He shivered and gasped at the sudden contact. You smiled against his skin, placing one more kiss in the crook of his neck and then stepping back. The ties on Simeon’s apron were so long that you were able to wrap it around him, and you took your time slipping your arms around him and tying a snug bow. You gingerly hooked two fingers under the ties and tugged slightly to ensure Simeon had room to breathe, “comfortable?”

“Very. I didn’t realize this much touching would be okay. I would have gone slower.”

“Next time.”

“Tease,” Simeon leaned back into your arms. “Ready to bake?”

“Of course! What are we making?”

“Cinnamon sugar cookies drizzled in white chocolate,” he smiled, “I haven’t made this before, so I’m extra excited to be trying something new with you.”

“This will be great. I’m sure they’ll turn out amazing. Do you think we can make enough for me to bring some back for the brothers?”

“We’ll make enough for them – we can even make some for Diavolo and Barbatos. You know,” Simeon hummed, pulling the flour from the cupboard, “it’s easy to get a bit jealous that you’re thinking about others on our date, but you’re so nice, and I can’t fault you for making me envious. Could I trouble you for a kiss?”

You kissed his cheek, “better?”

“Exceedingly.”

Simeon set a recipe card on the counter so that you could both read it. You both made quick work mixing the dough together with Simeon mixing as you measured the next ingredients. Once it was all mixed, he looked at you and asked, “should we add more cinnamon?”

“The recipe said 2 teaspoons for this much dough,” you reminded him.

“I’ll let you in on a cooking secret, at home, no one really measures seasoning. Cinnamon is like garlic, you read that it goes into the recipe, and then add more.”

“Is that so?” you laughed.

Simeon was right, and if he had half a mind to call Barbatos and get a second opinion, he would have confirmed it.

“MC, one must season with the heart, and my heart says only two things in this moment: first, is that we should add more cinnamon.”

“And second?”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you kissed his cheek and handed him the bottle of cinnamon.

“Oh, no, you should add it,” he smiled. Simeon relinquished control to you. You hesitated, but he stepped away from the bowl and continued to smile eagerly. You had the power to ruin the dough in that moment, but he trusted you – trusted that your heart knew what his did well enough. You sprinkled it in and mixed until incorporated. You searched his face for validation. He touched your face slowly, softly rubbing your cheek. “Perfect.”

Simeon covered the dough and set it in the fridge, setting a wind-up sheep timer for 30 minutes.

“What do we do in the meantime?” you asked.

“What would you like to do?” Simeon asked. “We could watch an episode of a show, or you can put some music on and we can dance in the kitchen – I’ve read that human couples sometimes do that on cooking dates. We’ll do whatever you want.”

“Anything? Then, could we take this date to the couch? We could cuddle and make out until the timer goes off.”

“I’d love to.”

“Good,” you said, plopping down on the couch. You pat your lap, “come here, angel.”

“You want me to sit on your lap?” Simeon felt his face start to warm up as he fought the smile threatening his lips.

“Please?”

Simeon did not need you to ask again. He gently sat down on you, laying his legs up on the couch so he could turn to face you. You pulled him in closer by the waist, staring up at his gorgeous face. He wrapped one arm around your neck and cradled your face in his hand.

“You’re so pretty,” you told him. He loved when you complimented him – almost as much as he loved when you touched him. It wasn’t until recently that Simeon realized how touch-starved he was. Back in the Celestial Realm, Simeon had gone years – sometimes decades at a time – without an affectionate touch. At least now he got the occasional hug from Luke and Asmo or the feeling of Solomon’s arm against his as they sat together watching a scary movie. Barbatos had even held his hand at a busy market so as to not lose him in a large crowd once. He felt so much love since coming to the Devildom, and you were a major source of love and affection for him.

“You’re going to spoil me.” Simeon admitted.

“You deserve it, angel.”

You kissed him sweetly, playing with his soft hair as you did. You could feel him melting in your arms. A smile played on his lips and his hands touched you so gently – like he was holding onto something precious and fragile. When you pulled away from him, Simeon sighed with contentment and rested his forehead against yours.

“Can you keep spoiling me?” Simeon asked, his eyes hopeful. You obliged him until the little countertop lamb signaled the 30 minutes was up. A pout flashed on Simeon’s lips briefly before he composed himself. “One more kiss?”

“Of course, but it’s not as if we’re not allowed to kiss during the rest of the baking process.” You gave Simeon a quick peck on his lips to hold him over.

With the first batch of dough in the oven, Simeon prepared the chocolate as you scooped a second batch onto a fresh pan. He started to sing while stirring. His sweet voice filled the room, and with it, his joy seemed to reverberate off every wall. This was such a simple date, but he was overjoyed to the cliché point of singing. When Michael had sent him here, he never could have imagined this much happiness for Simeon. You had done this for him.

“MC, do you want some of this chocolate?” he asked.

“Sure,” you stood next to him. He grabbed a small spoon and fed you. It was sweet, perhaps even sweeter because he had fed you, and you were certain he had added cinnamon into the chocolate when you weren’t paying attention. “Delicious. Do you want me to feed you this time?”

“Actually, can I try something embarrassing?”

You nodded and Simeon stepped away momentarily to wash his hands. With clean hands, he used a spatula to spread a bit of chocolate on his fingertip. He wiped it on your lower lip, the isolated heat of melted chocolate emphasizing the touch. Simeon leaned in and licked your lip before kissing you. There was a slight blush on his face when he pulled back. You licked the remaining chocolate residue off your lips.

“That was fun,” Simeon chuckled.

Before you knew it, you had four dozen cookies made, and Solomon and Raphael had walked into the front door, remarking how good it smelled.

(pt.3, NSFW ending)

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Suptober day 5 - A Perfect Disaster

Welcome to day 5, today we have domestiel with toddler Jack!

rating - General

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Dean entered the kitchen cautiously, hearing Cas grumbling from the hall. The counter was covered in bowls and spilled flour, and what looked like a carton’s worth of eggshells sat haphazardly piled to one side. Dean looked over at his husband. Cas was a surgeon. Brilliant, talented, gorgeous, thoughtful… Cooking, however, was not in his repertoire. Dean opened his mouth to speak and Cas sent a glare at him that felt like it should have levelled a city block. 

Dean's mouth snapped shut. 

He might not be the literal genius his husband was, but he wasn't an idiot.

He watched as Cas wiped up the pancake batter that had somehow ended up on the cupboard door above the counter–though ‘somehow’ was fairly obvious, as their three-year-old son, Jack, waved a whisk from his position in his high chair. A small handprint on the lower cupboard indicated that the kiddo’s incarceration was relatively recent. The pan in the sink contained what looked like a collection of charred hockey pucks, and another smoked on the back burner of the stove, under the exhaust vent for good reason. That looked like it might have been the eggs.

He cleared his throat.

“Don’t, Dean,” Cas snapped, and Dean stepped closer, resting his hand on Cas’ lower hand lightly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his temple. Cas sagged against the counter, his head hanging.

“I was going to ask if I could pour you a coffee,” Dean murmured.

A little smile curved Cas’ lips, and he nodded with a sigh. “I’ll order breakfast and then get the dishes,” Cas said. “But I really do need that coffee.”

Dean chuckled and swooped in to steal a kiss. “We’ll get the dishes while we wait for breakfast to be delivered. And you, my wonderful husband, grab that whisk from Jack before he gets more batter in his hair, or we’ll have to hose him down in the driveway.”

Cas snorted a laugh.

“He’d enjoy it.”

Dean grinned and handed his husband his favourite mug.

“Happy anniversary,” Dean said softly, and pulled Cas in for a lingering kiss, mess forgotten, their perfect disaster.

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“Nah, saying it doesn’t feel good. I’ll just think it.” He allowed a moment of silence so that he could shift his body closer to her, sliding his arm around his best friend and pulling her into his side. Cassía had been one of his core people from a young age and seeing this repeated cycle of her being treated like this by guys was exhausting. Sure, Parker was known to be a player, but it sure as hell wasn’t in his being to treat anyone like that. Sometimes it felt like she gravitated to people who didn’t appreciate everything she was and was blind to those who did. “Don’t get it twisted, Cas…the ice cream is for me. I’ve got emotions too, you know.” He gave her shoulder a little nudge and started into the ice cream before handing her his spoon. “I’d like to say I’d fight them, but my fighting days ended in high school. Suspensions really build character and I’m a changed man. Naturally, I would egg their houses, but you would have to drive. Or we can just go on a tour of town and you can hang out of the sunroof with a carton of eggs. I’m not opposed to either option.” His heart sank when he heard her last words, and he immediately moved to face her, his hand dropping to take hold of hers.

“What’d I say about talking like that? We’re not fuckin’ doing it, that’s what. You might not have the best ass in this room, but you’ve got the best personality in this room. You’re fucking incredible, Cassía. We’re not letting some dumb ass guy let you think otherwise.” Pausing, he used his thumbs to gently wipe her tear-stained cheeks. “Now say it with me or I’m going to have to make you eat four spoonfuls of ice cream. ‘I’m Cassía Dos Santos Silva and I’m fucking incredible’.”

     "You can say it, I deserve it." When it came to dating, Cassía was often treated as a piece of meat rather than someone with a heart. She was someone that got her hopes up fairly easily, and maybe that was due to appreciating the promise of a person. Growth was a big deal to her, as it had shaped her own life so much. It was what she wanted in a partner but most seemed to lose interest either after they tried and failed to get into her pants or actually managed to. Parker had been solid at her side since they were kids. Her mother used to always ask why she didn't date that cute neighbor boy, and her response had always been that they were too good of friends. "You know I'm only going to eat two spoonfuls." A gesture toward his old habit of bringing along ice cream. Cassía was into keeping her figure tight. For herself and because she liked to look good. "What would you do to put them in their place? It's not like it's going to change anything, Park. I'm still nothing more than a pretty face with a great ass."