#baker!Dean

[deanbrainrotwritings]

the pros and cons of breathing | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

the cult of devotion [fluff, 4.8k]

description — dean sees you for the first time and he pulls you into the centre of his universe, like his Sun, you make everything in his life fall into place. but he’s placed at the ends of your life, cold as a corpse, as Pluto.

an introduction to creative captivity [angst, 6.6k]

description — dean wants to know more about you and takes matters into his own hands when you don’t show up at his bakery. unreasonably, he doesn’t expect you to come back home early, but his mission was mostly successful.

life ain’t easy when you’re a mythical creature [smut, 5.2k]

description — you don’t suspect that dean has been in the shadows of your life for months, but he’s managed to make you his friend. he feels hopeless about making you fall for him, and it’s worse when you agree to go on a date with someone unexpected.

heartbeats and flatlines [flangst, 6.8k]

description — dean was so focused on you he’d blocked everything that was going on in the background of his life as it were white noise. he didn’t realise how much that put you in danger until you went out of your date.

ain’t love grand [flangst, 7.0k]

description — the intention for keeping you in his home was to keep you safe from any dangers, but now.. it’s become an addiction to have you so close to him. he can’t bear the thought of everything going back to how it was… and somehow, you end up feeling the same

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[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 170.5/327 (part 1)

11.11 Into the Mystic Written by Robbie Thompson Directed by John Badham Original Air Date: January 27, 2015

[samofmine]

the fireworks, the black eye

trading blows on the fourth of july

- even, julien baker

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE AWWWWWWWWWW Look at THEM!!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!! SOOO LOVELY!!!! S2 They are MARRIED!!!!! And they own a bakery? YES YEEES YEEEEES!!!!! I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCH!!!! :D HAPPINESS!!! This is SOOO BEAUTIFUL, SOOO CUUUTE!!!! ADORABLE, GORGEOUS, MAGNIFICENT!!! Thank YOU!!! Thank YOU SO SOO MUCH for this!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

I’m back baby

[garashir]

2x21 All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 1) // 7x21 Reading Is Fundamental // 15x18 Despair

[revcnqe]

THE BOYS 4x06 | Dirty Business

[aerialworms-art]

"Somehow I always knew you'd come back."

Happy November 5th!

Click for quality! (ID under cut)

[Image ID: A digital painting of Castiel and Dean from Supernatural.

They are in the Empty; darkness swirls around them. However, they are both well lit. They are hugging each other, and Cas' rainbow coloured wings are wrapped around them both, forming a vague heart shape. Dean is wearing his green jacket, still with Cas' bloody handprint on the shoulder. He has his back towards the 'camera'. Cas' face is visible. He's leaning into Dean, smiling beatifically, eyes closed in happiness. They're clutching each other tightly.

It is signed '@aerialworms' beneath Cas' left wing. /End ID]

[forgivenessbyparamore]

[Ethel Cain, “A House In Nebraska” / cowboyvamplikeme / Halloween by Bo Bartlett / Stand By Me (1986) / boygenius, “anti-curse” / Angela Dean Studio]

[blakelysco-pilot]

Wake Up Call

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Rating: Mature (this is just PWP)

Summary: Dean and the Reader find themselves with a moment alone in the Impala, and Reader makes sure they take advantage of it.

I wouldn’t admit it to anyone but, some nights I enjoyed curling up with Dean and sleeping in the Impala. When a motel was just too far of a drive, or he got that itch to do something spontaneous, the two of us would more often than not end up curled up together in the back seat. He’d wrap us both in an old blanket that he had stashed in the trunk; somewhere between the holy oil and witch killing bullets, we would manage a romantic moment alone.

There was one exception, however, and that was when Sam was with us. It was no longer romantic, the car just became a motel on wheels. Sam would stretch himself out in the back and we’d pass beers back and forth between us, share some mindless chatter, and then the sound of Sam snoring would eventually lull us both to a mediocre sleep. Dean and I would struggle to find a spot in the front where the steering wheel wasn’t pressing into his ribs, or the emergency brake handle wasn't poking into the small of my back.

This was one of those mornings. I stirred from sleep, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized I was laying on the front seat, legs tucked up, head in Dean’s lap. Looking up, I took a moment to admire his sharp jaw and the slope of his nose as his breathing came in steady inhales and exhales. I always thought he was handsome, but when he was asleep and the weight of his troubles weren’t crushing him…he was even more so. It was then I realized he had slept sitting up, head back and neck bent. He would be howling about it for days.

Gently, I slid my hand over his thigh, my other hand bracing against the top of the seat as I took a careful peek into the back seat. I expected to find Sam, awkwardly bent with his flannel balled up behind his head, but was surprised to find that the back seat of the Impala was empty, save for Sam’s flannel from the night before and a half empty bottle of mouth wash. Grinning, I decided to steal a few moments of quiet with my favorite person, in our favorite place.

“Dean…”

“Hnfg… no.”

“Dean…” I tried again, letting my fingers dance over his stomach and up, under the hem of his black T-shirt.

Just as I moved in to press my lips against his, his hand came down over my wrist and stopped me from exploring his skin any further. One of his jade green eyes opened, looking at me wildly, as if to ask how I could be so mean and torture him while his brother was asleep not five feet away.

“Relax… it’s just us…” I grinned.

“Where’d he go?”

“Don’t know… don’t care at the moment… I’m alone with you.”

He gently released his grip on my wrist, and opened his other eye before grinning brightly.

“Then feel free to continue,” he husked, bringing a hand up to thread through my hair. “This is my favorite kind of wake up call.”

I just smiled as he used the hand in my hair to guide my lips back to his. When his lips finally pressed against mine, it felt as if I was floating, and the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth was Dean holding me against him.

“I know you want to take your time and enjoy this but…” I murmured against his lips, hands fumbling with his belt while his moved to hastily untuck my shirt and pop the button on my jeans.

“Baby, you know I love it any way I can get it with you,” Dean smirked. “It’s always good.”

He made quick work of shoving his jeans and boxers down just far enough to expose his hardening length, his head falling back against the seat as I quickly kicked off my boots and shimmied out of my jeans and underwear.

“I’d tell you to take your top off but…”

“Later,” I promised, grabbing a fistful of his black T-shirt and tugging him over to the passenger side of the car.

Dean quickly yanked his own flannel off, balling it up and putting it behind my head with a not so subtle wink, before descending; one knee on the bench seat, the other leg planted firmly on the floor. His hands slipped behind my thighs, pulling me as close as possible before stopping; his eyes were half lidded but focused on me as one hand slid up, past my knee, up, up, up until he was able to cup my jaw, thumb running idly over my bottom lip.

“I never get tired of seeing you like this.” “Could say the same about you, Handsome.” I grinned, the words turning to a moan as Dean shifted his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, thats the best feeling.” He groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“Reminds me of when you whisked me away for a joyride when we were kids.” I sighed, pushing a hand into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.

“Except we were in the backseat and parked by the beach… way more romantic.”

“Still romantic,” I whispered, lifting my hips to give him a little nudge of encouragement.

“I hear ya,” he ground out. “I’ve got ya, I’m right here.”

My hands fell from around his neck down to grip his biceps as he pulled out and thrust back in, the slow drag of him as he pulled out coupled with the sharp, pleasure-pain sting of his hips meeting mine as he picked up speed was something I would never tired of.

“… this is gonna be short lived baby… fuck!”

The Impala rocked beneath us as Dean’s thrusts became harder and more erratic, his gaze on me absolutely wild.

“Dean… fuck, please!”

“You close, sweetheart?”

“So close…”

Even in his own haze, before another word could leave my mouth, before I begged for more than he was already giving, he knew. Bracing one hand on the back of the seat, Dean dropped his other hand between our bodies, his thumb finding my swollen clit like a magnet, and began drawing tight circles over the sensitive nub.

“That what you needed?”

“Yes…oh god, Don't stop…right there…I’m-“

The words died on my lips as my orgasm crashed down around me. If I was tethered by Dean’s lips on mine before, then this was life support, and Dean was the only one capable of keeping me from flatlining. His eyes were locked on mine as he gave one final, deep thrust, his own orgasm on the heels of mine, our lips meeting as he worked us both through it.

As the aftershocks wore off and our breathing returned to normal, the two of us remained tangled in each other’s embrace in the front seat of the car.

“Normally I don’t advocate for you putting pants back on but…” I gave a firm squeeze to Dean’s backside in good jest.

“No one wants to see my ass.” He grinned, gently pulling out of me before searching for the roll of paper towels that he kept stashed in the glove box.

“That’s not true.” I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, no one except you wants to see my ass.” He winked, ripping off a few sheets before passing them to me.

I quickly cleaned up before pulling my underwear and jeans back up. We moved silently, but together, Dean balling up the used paper towels and tossing them outside the car, leaving the window cracked for some fresh air.

“C’mere…” he grinned, leaning back in the drivers seat and opening his arms for me.

I slid across the seat, snuggling into his side, bringing my legs up on the bench as Dean wrapped his arm around me.

“Thank you for my wakeup call.” He looked down just as I looked up, a smile on his face.

“You’re welcome,” I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I can’t say my motives were entirely without self benefit though.”

“Oh I know.” He chuckled.

We stayed like that, tucked up together, watching as the sun rose higher, and the world began its day.

The sound of boots on gravel startled us, Dean immediately looking into the rear view mirror to see who was coming.

“Sam?”

“Yea… looks like he picked up breakfast.”

“The big lug,” I chuckled. “He’s gonna know we had sex in here.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time and sure as hell won’t be the last, sweetheart.”

Before I could respond, the back door creaked open and Sam lumbered in. He was balancing a tray of coffees in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. He tossed the greasy bag up front, not caring that it missed the seat and landed on the floor by Dean’s feet.

“Come on, guys…” he groaned.

“What?” Dean cut his eyes to his brother in the rear view mirror.

“Could you two at least try and wait till we find a motel?” Sam griped, passing two coffees over to me. “And don’t say it’s house rules.”

Turning the key in the ignition, Dean grinned at me before cutting his eyes to his brother in the rear view.

“Shut up and drink your coffee.”

[bajablastlover1]

sadly.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Funny Ducks

Alan Moore: [appearing in a clap of thunder] Poe: the arch magus! King: the arch magus! Moore: i have a story to tell Moore: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the sinister ducks

Moore: it's a song about ducks Moore: but it's not simply a song Moore: it is also a warning Moore: be afraid, foolish mortals, for the sinister ducks are coming Moore: watch the skies!

Alan Moore: Everyone thinks they’re such sweet little things! Moore: Soft downy feathers and nice little wings. Moore: But there’s a poison I’d like to administer Moore: You think they’re cuddly, but I think they’re sinister! Moore: Ducks! Ducks! Quack-quack! Quack-quack!

Moore: Ducks! Ducks! Quack-quack! Quack-quack! King: Koontz: Lovecraft: Poe: Barker: so uh Barker: what exactly are you trying to accomplish here

Barker: what the hell was that Poe: clive Poe: if the arch magus wants to sing a funny song about ducks Poe: you just let the arch magus sing a funny song about ducks Koontz: i liked it Poe: yes dean Koontz: i liked the part with the quacking! Poe: yes dean

Barker: are we supposed to be scared of ducks? Scott Baker: ducks?!? ducks?! Baker: [panicking] did someone say ducks?!? Poe: calm down scott Poe: there aren't any ducks Baker: [nervously] are you sure?? Baker: cuz ducks can be Baker: quite sinister!

Barker: what the hell was that about Moore: it's a song about ducks Moore: foolish mortals, you fail to grasp the unearthly power of this piece Moore: i'm thinking of sending it to dr demento Moore: i think it could even make the funny five

King: alan would you consider jamming with the rock bottom remainders Moore: foolish mortals, the arch magus is no mere singer of trifles! Moore: the auric emanations of this song sigil contain a mighty power Moore: equal or greater to that of a spike jones or even a stan freberg!

Moore: can you not feel the psychic vibrations of the great weave echoing in its departed notes? Moore: [lightning crackling from his fingers] truly i am the most powerful song sigil warlock of all! King: King: so King: is that a no on a rock bottom remainder jam session?

Moore: rock bottom remainders? Moore: impudent fool! the arch magus does not deign to perform for the pleasure of mere gut pluckers! Moore: this power… requires a proper display… Moore: just wait til i headline at FuMPFest!!!

Moore: this song sigil is as powerful as any cast by the mages of old Moore: not even the great warlock weird al yankovic could cast a spell of such magnitude! King: whoa whoa whoa alan careful there King: don't say something you can't take back

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 170.5/327 (part 2)

11.11 Into the Mystic Written by Robbie Thompson Directed by John Badham Original Air Date: January 27, 2015

[princessxpunk]

Crew Socks or Ankle Socks?! We settle the Great Sock Debate here at AEW! Which do you prefer??

[gabotactyl]

it’s rough being a conrad, damon, jess, marcus, and cole girly

[revcnqe]

THE BOYS 4x03 | We'll Keep the Red Flag Flying Here