#rancher!dean

[rizlowwritessortof]

Cowboy Rescue - Part 6

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation?

Last part - finally! Thanks so much to those of you who hung in there with me! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 3634

Warnings: Just smut and fluff!

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics​ - thank you, Daisy!

Cory smiled her thanks to the waitress, picking up her drink and looking back towards her friend across the table from her. “Thanks, I needed this, Gina.”

“I could tell. You’ve been a little down this week. We haven’t had a chance to talk about your trip to Montana – things didn’t go well with Dillon?”

Cory laughed. “Not well at all. I didn’t even see him.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. Long story short, I had to take a detour, got lost in the country, a huge blizzard hit, and I got rescued from the storm by a gorgeous cowboy on horseback.”

Gina stared at her, wide-eyed. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Every word is true,” Cory laughed. “And we really hit it off. Like, really hit it off.” Gina was nodding knowingly, a grin on her face.

“So you left me in the office to handle Bruce alone, all for a cowboy,” she teased. “Exactly how gorgeous is this guy?” Cory grabbed her phone and pulled up Dean’s picture, then handed it to Gina, laughing as her friend’s jaw dropped open. “Holy shit, woman!”

“I know. I know, believe me. And I keep thinking, why did I leave Montana at all? But he really didn’t – he didn’t ask me to stay. But it all happened so fast, I think – neither of us really knew how to handle things.” She sighed. “We decided to try to make things work, but you know how much luck I have with the long-distance thing… He’s had to cancel two trips down here to see me, and it’s just hard. It feels like we’re failing before we really get started, you know?”

Gina picked up her drink and stared intently at Cory. “If that man is anywhere close to as amazing as his picture, you have to hang in there and figure it out. As your best friend, I insist on it. There is no way I can let you give up on him. I will drive you to Montana myself.” She motioned to the waitress for another round. “So – tell me everything.”

“Come in,” Cory mumbled at the soft knock on her office door, not even looking up from her work. Gina peeked around the door, and Cory finally looked up, eyebrows raised in question. “What’s up?”

“There’s a cowboy here to see you.”

Cory laughed. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific. We live in Oklahoma, there are cowboys everywhere.”

Gina shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her face, a lilt to her voice. “Not like this one.”

Cory’s smile slowly faded, her eyes widening as she rose to her feet. Gina swung the door open and stepped back, and Cory felt her heart stumble in her chest. “Dean?! Oh, my god!”

“Hey, Cory.” He stepped forward, a huge grin on his face as Cory walked into his arms, and Gina pulled the door closed behind her with a happy smile.

“I thought… I mean, I didn’t think you could get away! How…”

Dean cradled her face in his hands and kissed her silent, and she melted against him, her hands grasping at his denim jacket. He led her over to the love seat near the window and sat her down, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. “Craziest thing. An old high school friend of mine just bought a little place down the road, and he stopped in to say hi on his way to a job interview at another ranch. I stole him right out from under them, and I don’t even feel bad about it.” Cory laughed, her eyes shining as she listened. “He and his dad used to help us out working cattle when we needed extra hands, back when my dad was still here, so he knows his way around ranching. And he’s a good guy. Can’t wait for you to meet him and his wife.”

“Yeah, someday we’ll have to…”

“The whole ‘someday’ thing? I need to talk to you about that, too. Before I lose my nerve.” Cory’s expression sobered a little, but she watched him intently, waiting for him to continue. “I’ve kicked myself ever since you left - for not asking you to stay in Montana.  I mean, we only spent a few days together, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing you too hard, too fast. But… I miss you so damn much. The house just seems cold and empty without you in it, and I don’t know how I lived in it that way for so long. I really want you to come back with me, Cory. For good.”

“Dean, are you…”

“Crazy? Maybe. But I really want you to come back with me. And if you think we should slow things down, I mean, you can keep your own room if you want, I’m okay with whatever you need. Please, promise me you’ll think about it. And you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to, I mean, I’ve got plenty of money. But if you want to, it’s great, too. Or maybe your boss will let you work remotely?”

“Dean – stop talking for five seconds, please,” Cory laughed, and Dean ducked his head a little with a sheepish smile before looking into her eyes again. “Will you wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” She leaned in to kiss him softly one more time, turning as she reached the door. “There’s whiskey in that cabinet, and glasses – if you want a drink while you wait.”

She was back before he finished a drink, coming back into her office with a huge smile on her face, and Dean couldn’t help but return it. “So – what are we smiling about?”

Cory sat down next to him, taking his drink from his hand and finishing it in one gulp. “Well – I guess I’m moving to Montana.”

Dean stared at her silently for a moment. “Seriously? You’re really coming back with me?”

She nodded, happy tears in her eyes. “If you really want me…” Before she could finish, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until they broke apart in need of air.

“I really want you. I want you with me, in Montana. Everything else will work itself out.”

Late in the evening three days later, they arrived back at the ranch in Dean’s pickup, a small trailer behind with Cory’s belongings. She hadn’t brought much, just clothes and personal items, leaving everything else in her condo, which she planned to sell as furnished. She had left the keys with Gina to keep an eye on things, or to show to prospective buyers.

It didn’t take them long to unload the boxes, leaving them stacked to be unpacked later. Cory collapsed on the couch as Dean started a fire in the fireplace, then joined her, one arm around her shoulders. She snuggled up against him with a happy sigh, giving him a squeeze as he spoke. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“Thank you. It really does feel like home. It has from the beginning.” She smiled up at him and closed her eyes as he kissed her softly. Then she sat up straight and turned to face him, her expression more serious. “By the way, I’ve been thinking about it – and I do think I would like to keep my own room.”

The light dimmed in Dean’s eyes as he tried to control his expression. “Oh. Okay, whatever you need.”

She couldn’t control the quirk of a smile on her lips as she moved to straddle his lap. “For my office.”

Dean dropped his head to the back of the couch with a relieved sigh. “That was just mean.” Cory giggled as she bent to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then his lips, raising her head to look into his eyes.

“It was, I’m sorry – I just couldn’t resist. Forgive me?”

He let out an offended huff, refusing to look at her in pretended offense, and she giggled again. “How about if I show you how sorry I am?”

“I don’t know…” he teased back, and she bent to place gentle, lingering kisses on his throat. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt as she moved down, tasting each newly exposed patch of skin, a little thrill moving through her at the sound of his muffled groan.

When she had his shirt fully undone, she pushed it open, dipping down to nibble at each nipple, sliding down until she was on the floor between his knees, her hands moving to his belt buckle as his muscles contracted at her touch. He moaned as she kissed along his waist, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down. She gave a little nip to his belly button, looking up at his blissful expression. “Lift up a little for me,” she said, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging them and his jeans down, working them off and tossing them aside, his erection standing hard and proud against his abs.

She settled herself between his legs again, and Dean cleared his throat, his breathing quickening with his arousal. He stared down at her as she stripped her sweatshirt off over her head, and then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. He let out a low groan as she took it off and dropped it beside her, then pulled in a hissing breath as she put her hand to his cock, bringing it to her lips.

She took the tip into her mouth, laving it with her tongue as she suckled gently, watching Dean’s hand clutch desperately at the arm of the sofa. He swore under his breath as she pulled off, bending to lick a path from root to tip, one hand massaging at his balls as she took him in again as far as she could. She glanced up at him, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched as he fought the urge to push in deeper. She began to move, up and down, working her tongue over him, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until he was breaching her throat. She fought her gag reflex for a moment, then took him in fully, her throat working around him, and he let out a moan that made her reach a hand between her own thighs.

Dean’s hips were rising to meet her now, in spite of his efforts to hold still, and she pulled off him, her voice a little raspy as she spoke. “Just let go, baby, it’s okay.”

“I don’t wanna…” he began, but she shook her head.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. I want it. I want all of you.” She licked the drop of precum from his slit before taking him in completely, sucking hard and breaking what was left of his resistance. She relaxed and let him fuck into her willing mouth and throat, shoving one hand down the front of her jeans to rub her aching clit and bracing her other hand on the straining muscle of his thigh.

“Oh, fu… uuuuck, fuckfuckFUCK,” he finally forced out, filling her mouth and throat with his release.  She swallowed as much as she could, gentling the suction on his pulsing cock as he emptied himself, his legs shaking a little as he slowed, then finally stopped. He moved his hand from the couch to tangle his fingers in her hair as she lovingly cleaned him off, pulling her hand free from her pants with a shudder and reaching for her sweatshirt to wipe off her face.

She leaned up, resting her face against his torso, smiling as he groaned at the sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his sensitive cock. “So, do you forgive me now?” she teased, and he stroked her hair, still unwilling to move any further.

“For anything you’ve ever done or ever will do,” he answered, and Cory laughed.

“Careful, I might hold you to that.”

“How about you come up here?” She pressed a kiss to his skin and straightened up, then rose to her feet. Dean hooked a finger into her belt loop, pulling her in closer, then working the button and zipper open on her jeans. “And how about you take those off?”

She shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, letting Dean pull her up onto his lap. He held her close with one arm, the other hand kneading gently at her breast as he kissed her hungrily. She shivered beneath his touch as he toyed with her nipple, and he parted from her lips long enough to lay her back on the couch, settling himself between her legs and bending to tongue the other nipple into his mouth. He teased at her until she whined, arching up a little, searching for something more to ease the throbbing between her thighs. He looked into her eyes as he raised himself up, moving to his knees on the floor and nuzzling his face into the crease of her thigh. She trembled as he kissed her there, then moved his way down to taste her before flicking his tongue over her clit.

She jerked with a soft cry, her hips rising to meet him as a faint growl rumbled from his throat. He speared his tongue inside her, humming in approval at her flavor before working two fingers inside to rub at her sweet spot. She slid her fingers through his hair, grabbing to hold him close as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she swore, her hips moving to the rhythm of his fingers vigorously fucking into her. “Jesus, Dean…”

His cock was twitching, getting harder by the second at the symphony of sounds she was making, the feel of her cunt clutching at his fingers, the taste of her on his tongue. She was close, so close, beginning to beg now, and he reached up to pinch at her nipple, sending her to the edge with a strangled cry. Before she could completely reach her peak, he stopped, moving back up between her thighs, driving his cock home with one desperate thrust.

She let out a hoarse scream as Dean fucked her hard and deep, her cunt spasming around him and spurring him on. He pounded into her, his heart hammering, until he let out a shout as he came, holding himself as deep inside her as he could manage, his vision darkening a little around the edges as he finally dropped down on top of her shuddering form. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as they both fought for breath, their chests heaving against each other.

A few minutes later Dean pushed himself up on one elbow, bending to place soft, lingering kisses on Cory’s lips. “I have this problem. I can’t seem to kiss you enough,” he teased, feeling her lips curve against his as she smiled.

“That is a problem. We’ll have to work on that.” She looked into his eyes, searching them and finding the same warmth and contentment she was feeling. “I hate to say this, but we should move. We’re gonna ruin the couch.”

He bent to kiss her again. “Worth it. And besides, there’s a blanket under us.”

“Oh, I didn’t even…” She turned her head a little to look, and suddenly burst into giggles.

“What?” She was trying to speak, but another bout of giggling came out instead. “What?!”

Cory wiped at her eyes, pointing at the other end of the couch. “We both still have our socks on!” And then she was off again, and Dean couldn’t help but join in.

“What, like that’s not sexy?”

“Oh, very.” She finally started to calm down, a little whining laugh or two forcing their way from her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m just so very tired.”

Dean grinned down at her affectionately, kissing her one more time. “Well, sexy, maybe we should go clean up a little and go to bed.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

He rose to his feet with a little groan, then reached for her hand to help her up. She let her hand rest in his as they walked in their sexy stocking feet to the bedroom, Cory still smothering an occasional giggle on the way.

About ten years farther down the road…

Dean parked the pickup in front of the house and headed for the steps, a couple bags of groceries in each hand. He was halfway up when he heard his wife’s voice, loud and clear, from the back yard. “John Travis Winchester!”

“Oh, shit.” He deposited the bags on the porch and headed around the side of the house to see what his oldest son had gotten into this time. That boy was going to give his mama gray hair fast at the rate he was going. Only 8 years old, but he was very creative at finding mischief to get into on an almost daily basis.

Cory was standing at the back of the house, hands on her hips, looking up at the huge oak in their back yard. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” she continued, 3-year-old Gracie letting go of her leg to run towards Dean.

“Daddy!” He scooped her up in one arm and went to stand next to his wife, putting the other arm around her shoulders.

“What’s happening here?” he asked, giving her a squeeze.

“Well, our son decided it would be a good idea to get into his daddy’s tools and saw a branch out of your great-grandpa’s tree. I was about to try and find out why.”

J.T. was about five feet off the ground, perched on a branch, a small hand saw partly bitten into a smaller branch next to him. One slim branch lay underneath the tree, and his 6-year-old little brother, Hunter, stepped forward, speaking up.

“J.T. and me wanted to build a fort, but we didn’t have any wood.”

“That right, J.T.?” Dean asked, and the boy nodded, looking utterly miserable.

“Mama, our cookies!” Gracie piped up, and Cory took her from Dean’s grasp.

“I know, baby girl. We’ll finish them in a minute.”

Dean bent to kiss Cory’s head. “Why don’t you and Gracie go on and finish your cookies, babe. I’ll have a talk with the boys.”

She turned to look up at him, Gracie on one hip. “That child is gonna be the death of me someday,” she said quietly, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth, and Dean chuckled.

“Go ahead, honey, I’ve got this.” She stretched up to kiss him, heading back into the house with her daughter.

A little while later, Cory sat on the couch, her laptop in front of her as Gracie played on the living room floor. The boys came bursting through the front door, Dean behind them, and he stood nearby as they both ran up to their mother.

She sat her laptop on the table and turned to accept a strangling hug from Hunter. “We’re sorry, mama,” he said, and she gave him a squeeze, then wrapped J.T. in a hug as he followed suit. He backed away, his lip quivering a little, and Cory patted the couch beside her.

“Come here, boy child,” she smiled, and he climbed up beside her, letting her tuck him under her arm. “So, what did you learn today? What did Daddy say?”

He took a breath and launched into a recitation, and Cory forced herself not to smile. “He said some of the tools are dangerous, and we could get hurt, and if we want to use something we have to talk to him or you and let somebody help us and show us how to use ‘em, and he said his great-grandpa planted that tree a long, long time ago and it’s a special family tree. And he’s gonna call the station man,” she looked up at Dean in confusion, and he grinned.

“Extension agent.”

Cory smiled and nodded, looking back to J.T. “And he’s gonna tell us if the tree is hurt and how to fix it, and also if me and Hunter want to build a fort he’ll help us and find us some wood.”

She nodded and hugged him. “I love you, you know.”

“Love you too, mama. I’m really sorry I hurt the tree.”

Cory took his little face in her hands. “You are forgiven, sweet boy. Now – why don’t you go in the kitchen and get yourself a cookie?”

His eyes lit up and he was off the couch in a flash. “Me too, mama?” Hunter piped up, and she laughed.

“Of course, you, too! After one more hug.” She sent them on their way, followed by their sister, shaking her head at their energy. Dean plopped down beside her, dropping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze.

“You’re a great dad, you know that?” she smiled up at him, and he kissed her.

“You’re pretty great yourself, you know.”

Hunter peeked around the kitchen doorway. “Can we have two cookies?”

Cory laughed. “Yes, you can have two cookies.”

“So…” Dean started, and she looked up at him, waiting. “How about we let these monsters have a movie night tonight and put them to bed early.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, his voice rumbling in her ear. “Then we can go to bed and fool around.”

She turned to kiss him, happily in awe of the way he still looked at her like she was everything, and how he could still make her blood race with a simple touch or kiss. “That is the best offer I’ve had all day, baby.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hey there, friend! Hope you’re having a good day today. 💜

Because you got me into Yellowstone (I’m on season 3!), I would love to know more about The Ranch Series!

Not gonna lie, I’ve debated developing an AU for Dean as a ranch hand. 😏

I am! I'm on day 2 of a 5 day weekend so I'm wonderful!

Oh fun fact is The Ranch Series was heavily inspired by Yellowstone so I think you'll enjoy it!

I clearly have a great name for it already 😂 The basic premise is the reader is a ranch owner for her family's very established ranch going back a few generations. Dean is a first time ranch owner who ends up having the ranch next door and a land feud starts over property lines.

It's very much an enemies to lovers story where they can't stand each other until they realize they could learn a thing or two from each other. It's horses and cowboys and all the big drama and all the secrets and yeah, that one is down the pipe a ways but I have LOTS of ideas for it.

I've done a ranch hand!Dean x reader before (Southern Man) and I can tell you it's sooooo much fun. It's so different than a lot of AU's (and I've done only a million) and definitely worth the try!

Thanks for the ask Zep!! 🥰

[babygirlwolverine]

gonna become the captain of the ‘deancas ranch universe’ because it’s so Them to retire to a ranch with gardens and bees and horses and cowboy boots and lassos and cattle and dean gets to be a cowboy and cas gets to have land to tend and it’s perfect for them

[forsty]

these are all 4 different characters i promise

[countrymusiclover]

Which one would you like updated hopefully today???

1 - Hunter Of My Heart (Dean Winchester x oc) @123passwort

2 - Her Life Means Everything (Klaus Mikaelson x Forbes, Caroline's sister. TVD) @mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus @dragonixfrye @samsgirl93

3 - Country Rancher (Kayce Dutton x reader, Yellowstone) Tags @whateverthecostner @rosie-posie08 @kaycejdutton @kayceduttonn @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd @hcwthewestwaswcn @hcllfireandhclywater

[castielsfics]

blackstrap molasses by neonbat 39k E dean owns a dairy farm and might have a little something for the local vet cas

[zepskies]

Ooh great question! Law enforcement AUs can be very fun. As we talked about recently, I've dipped my toe into that world writing wise with Smoke Eater. (I have an obsession with Law & Order, One Chicago shows like Chicago Fire, and medical procedurals like House MD.)

Though like almost any AU, I think it takes a fair amount of research into the inner workings of different law enforcement and/or medical departments to tell those kinds of stories convincingly, so I haven't written many of them.

That being said, I think these are my favorite AUs to read and potentially write:

Soulmate AUs: Because I'm a hopeless romantic sap. I love a good soulmate AU, but I think the best ones are the ones that aren't "love at first sight," but that soul bond is still a fated connection that hooks the two characters together, for better or worse.

Omegaverse (A/B/O dynamics): This is a rich AU world with a lot of rules that can be reinterpreted by the author and made their own. It can spark a lot of imagination in both canon and non-canon settings.

Period Pieces: I love historical fiction. It can be challenging to write them convincingly because again, it can take a lot of research, but the stories that get it right can be SO very fun.

Rancher/Cowboy AUs: I've really gotten into the show Yellowstone recently thanks to @luci-in-trenchcoats, and also thanks to her story Southern Man, so these have been on my brain more often, to the point where I'm thinking of writing one. 🤣

No pressure tags -- You guys have likely read and/or written a lot of AUs, so you probably have some great POVs on this subject: @deans-spinster-witch @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deansbbyx @deanbrainrotwritings (And Michelle, of course you as well, as the queen of AUs!)

Favourite AUs?

I was curious, so I wanted to find out what people’s favourite AUs were to read and write. Not specific fics, really, but AUs. And give a small/lengthy explanation why, and then put some no pressure tags or just anyone who wants to join in.

For me, my favourite AU/s to write have to be action filled ones. Apocalypse AUs, FBI, military, police, secret service, because there’s a lot of ways you can go with it. It can be angsty, you can slow down at times and make it more humane and fluffy, or you can go full on smut with the tension. I’ll admit, amoralism drove me to prefer this.

Otherwise, it’s the normal life AUs. Say, Dean Winchester having a normal life. Apple pie stuff. Wife, kids, the nine yards. Always fun because then you get comfort out of it too.

There’s my selection!

No pressure tags: @deanbrainrotwritings, @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior, @zepskies, @angelbabyyy99 and anyone who wants to join!

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— SEMPITERNAL

SUMMARY : part II of gimme half. vanilla is a basic flavour. but sometimes it’s just the right thing for mornings like this.  

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), p in v, smut, unprotected sex, fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.2k

A/N : bring me the horizon song title. ah, the second day of January, getting closer to Dean’s bday, it will be the best day of my life or the worst. I have ocd (so does my mom) so idk what’s normal lmao Xxxx

It must have all been a dream. 

She would never go to her neighbour’s house. Not when they were supposed to hate each other. Not when it was freezing cold. Not at night. Not close to Christmas…

He was very pretty though, in her dreams. Still, so pretty. Irresistible. Hot. Frustrating. Adorable. A million lovely things. It felt very real. So real. 

His lips. All pink, warm, soft, and sweet. His hands. Rough, warm, calloused, and skilful. His skin. Freckled, covered in scars, tattooed, hot. God… she wanted that in reality, too. To feel it against every inch of her skin once more. She especially wanted what’s between his legs. 

Were her sheets always this cold? This thin and… not downy at all? 

If she could return to her dream. That would be nice. Making friends with her enemy, Dean… Well, making love is more what it was. Very rough, desperate, hot love. 

She grumbled sleepily, lifting the sheet up her body. Trying to get her arms warm, to stop the cold from getting through the openings. Something stopped her, something hard behind her, and she didn’t want to wake up. 

And wait… why was the window in the opposite direction? 

She rubbed her bleary eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room, the beige and white bed sheets that were definitely not hers. The pictures and posters on the walls were unfamiliar…

She sat up on the bed slowly and twisted her body cautiously to peek at whoever was sleeping beside her. 

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped slightly. 

Dean. 

She shut her mouth and smiled, trying not to laugh at the events that occurred the night before. They were definitely not a dream. For her bravery, she deserved a treat. Maybe six.

He really did look pretty. 

Those muscular arms holding his pillow, skin freckled and lightly tanned. The sheets clung tightly to his hips, that tiny, narrow waist of his. So jealous. And… oh, God, he wasn’t wearing anything. 

His lips were parted slightly, pink and swollen from sleep, maybe from all the kissing they were doing the previous night. He had the prettiest lashes, so long, thick, curled naturally. What even was he? Those gorgeous freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. His messy hair looked so soft. 

Peaceful. Relaxed. 

The sunlight made him look even more divine. Honey and gold, a verdant forest, a soft flower in a meadow. Springtime in the winter. That was Dean.

She looked around his room, she was completely naked. Some warm clothes and fluffy socks to keep the cold at bay would be nice. 

She opened his drawer to look for some socks, sliding the top drawer out. She blinked at the contents inside. A vibrating cock ring stood out from the other things inside, in rose pink. She chuckled. There were a few candy wrappers, jolly ranchers, unused condoms in the front, a steel gun over books. Cute. There were old movie tickets, a Bob Seger cassette tape, Crime and Punishment, Persuasion, The Lord of the Rings, and 11/22/63. He’s so hot.

She closed it quietly and opened the second one. One half had perfectly folded, plain black t-shirts and the other half had only white t-shirts. She pulled out a black shirt from the top and put it on carefully. She took a deep breath of the scent of the softener that remained and sighed. Yum.

She opened the third and final one. Finally socks. They were neatly organised, folded, tightly fitting in rows and columns. Blue penguin socks caught her attention, but so did the pink ones with otters, the purple ones with avocados, and the green ones with giraffes. Could he get any more endearing?

She picked the boring black ones at the back. What if the fun socks were special to him? 

She got out of his bed, walking quietly across his very cute bedroom, and into the bathroom. His very clean bathroom. 

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Thank God for the shower she took with Dean last night. No raccoon face from her eyeliner this morning. But she was definitely sore. Good sore. 

He’s so… hospitable. And a billion other things, too many lovely things to list. She laughed quietly to herself, turning the water on in the sink to wash her face. 

Maybe she shouldn’t get too ahead of herself with these thoughts and feelings. Last night was fast, blurry, heated, and emotional. Things could change, she knew that better than anyone. Morning clarity. After sex clarity? Who knows.  

It would be impossible not to have marks over her body after the night they had. She turned the water off, gently shook her hands in the sink, and used the shirt to pat her face dry. Curiously, she kept the shirt up, and stared down at her body. 

There were bruises on her hips the shape of his fingers. And Reddish-purplish marks on her breasts, sternum, and stomach, even higher up on her collarbone. There were bite marks on her shoulders that stung to touch-

“Sorry about those,” Dean’s raspy morning voice made her jump. She dropped the shirt and crossed her arms over her chest, smiling timidly at Dean. She didn’t know why. After the hot night they had together, being seen naked the next morning should be the last thing to make her this flustered. 

“I’m not getting in the way of your secret escape, am I?” He changed the subject, teasingly smirking at her. He pushed himself off the doorframe. Unfortunately, he was wearing a soft grey robe tied loosely around his waist, some grey slippers, and his hair was a cute-slash-sexy mess. 

“No…” she replied softly, running her fingers through her somewhat messy hair. It still felt wet… maybe she should have stopped Dean from throwing her into his bed after their shower, but he seemed more than thrilled to bury his face between her legs. God, that stubble on his jaw felt amazing between her sensitive thighs. 

“Good,” he mumbled tiredly, smiling down at her. 

He was irresistible. She could already feel heat forming between her legs, wetness seeping from her entrance, and her heart pound quickly in the casket of bones the closer he got. 

Maybe it was those pretty green eyes of his, the burning fire in his gaze simmering deep within the golden specks. He checked her out from head to toe slowly, shamelessly, devouringly. Why would he have any shame after the night they had?

Her body reacted to him embarrassingly fast. Like two atoms, she ached to be fused together with him. Being in his presence just felt right. It felt fiery, more now than last night, more than when he was asleep. When he was asleep, he was more than adorable, but now… She wanted him on her again. 

Her skin burned like acid rain had dripped down over her body, but it was just his hungry eyes. It was the memory of his mouth, his tongue, his lips, and his teeth. All marking her, making her his own.

Her lungs ached for slower, deeper breaths as he sucked the oxygen from the room with that deep, husky voice of his. He left her breathless, with those soft eyes and tender smile.

All he did was put toothpaste on the brush he gave her last night. He smiled when he gave it to her, his fingers brushed against hers, like jumpstarting the dead battery of a car. 

She tried to hide the sharp inhale when she took the toothbrush from him by biting her lip. He seemed to like her reaction, a smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to and neither did she. 

She watched him do the same to his own toothbrush and slowly, wordlessly, he started to brush his teeth. 

“Cute cock ring,” she told him casually, and began brushing her own teeth. He almost spit out the toothpaste and saliva when he laughed, a very beautiful laugh that made her insides warm and melty like cheese in a burger, or butter on pancakes, or whipped cream on waffles. 

She was hungry. 

“You looked through my stuff,” he stated, a mouthful of toothpaste still in his mouth. He continued to brush his teeth, staring at her the whole time rather than looking into the mirror. His eyes were sparkling, and not just because of the cold winter sunlight. 

“I was cold,” she shrugged, then spit out what she had left before continuing to brush. He spit everything out at last, regarding her with a smirk. 

“Guess I shoulda been a better host.” Dean finished brushing his teeth and she did soon after as well, waiting for him to finish freshening up from the doorframe.

“You more than made up for it last night,” she grinned, catching the smirk on his face, the sudden dreaminess that washed over his green eyes. Her insides twisted excitedly and he finally looked at her with those soft verdurous eyes.

“Are you still cold?” He teased when he finished, reaching for her waist and gently tugging her forward, and away from the doorway. She shook her head ‘no’ and smiled up at him. “Too bad,” he hummed, biting his lip. “You chose boring socks,” he pouted, then leaned down to kiss her. 

She smiled against his lips. The kiss somehow felt more… warm than last night, and… well, like the birth of a star. Warmth bloomed in her chest, like a flower kissed by sunlight in the morning. It was like being reborn, like breathing the cleanest air.

“I was trying to be considerate,” she mumbled when he pulled away from her lips. He tilted his head with a confused smile, and moved her backwards, leading her back to his bed.

“Considerate?” Dean slowly lifted the shirt, his fingertips teasing her warm skin as he slid it up her body. 

“Read my mind,” she whispered, throwing the clean shirt on his desk when it was around her wrists above her head. 

“I don’t read minds,” he grinned down at her, pecking her lips. She hummed softly, amused just because he made her smile, and untied his robe. He humoured her anyway, staring at her as she climbed onto the bed, her soft hands moving up his torso slowly exploring, memorising, worshipping. “You… are so cute,” he teased, leaning forward to kiss her again. 

She pressed her lips against his, moaning quietly against his mouth. She pushed the robe off his shoulders and he threw it over the small, sage-coloured sofa he had placed by the window that was opened to her house. 

“That’s not reading my mind.” She buried her fingers in his hair and began crawling backwards, her warm tongue tracing his plump lips. He cursed softly against her mouth, kissing her back with as much force, and climbed up the bed with her.

“I told you,” he panted, lowering his body over hers once her head fell onto the pillows, “I don't read minds.” She pulled Dean down, closer to her, arms circled around his neck, legs parted for his hips to fit perfectly in between.

“I think you see through me,” she whispered, lapping at the red mark positioned on his pulse, making him moan softly. She couldn’t believe she felt insecure about it at first, but now, it was hot that he could read her, that he could figure her out in seconds. For however long he's been hunting, she had no doubt he was much more clever than he led on. 

“You think wearing a pair of what might be my favourite socks will make me… sad?” He tried, barely moving away from her mouth. She snickered upon releasing how ridiculous it sounded out loud, she nodded anyway.

“I’d be upset,” she shrugged, sliding her hands down his back, his taut muscles shifting beneath her hands. 

“Exactly why I said you’re cute,” he told her softly, rocking his hips against hers. She shook her head in denial, dragging her lips back up to his. His cock slid through her soaked folds, teasingly nudging her entrance, tortuously rubbing her clit. “You hungry?” He asked, leaning on one arm placed by her head.

“Dirty intent with that question?” She teased, nibbling his bottom lip. He laughed deeply, pressing his cock into her, slowly pushing in. 

“Wanted to make ya breakfast,” he huffed, moaning with her when he pulled out gently and pushed back into her warmth. “So… breakfast?” His hand travelled freely down her sides, tenderly brushing against the bruises on her skin. 

“Only if you’ll make me breakfast often,” she played quietly. With a husky moan, he slid his hands back up her sides, thumbing her sensitive nipples. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, smiling at her words, the tightening of her walls around him taking him to the brink of delectable release and delirious insanity.

“Only if you’re mine,” he rasped, taking her wrist to slide his hand into hers, pressing it into the pillow, and above her head. 

“Yes,” she whispered, squeezing his hand, slipping her other hand into his hair. He lifted his face to stare into her sincere gaze, brought his freehand between their bodies to rub circles on her clit. 

“To breakfast or being mine?” Dean inquired, rolling his hips swiftly into her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him close, and drawing his lips closer with her hand clutching the short hair behind his head.

“Yes,” she murmured, drawing a soft laugh from him as she pressed a deep kiss to his warm lips.

➥ summer’s stellar gaze

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[deancasbigbang]

Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester.

Length: 45831

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe. Inventor Castiel, Rancher Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Angst. Miscommunication. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Fluff. Happy Ending.

Summary: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck. “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

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[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Nowadays (in 2024).

Ponyboy (born 2010)

on playstation 24/7

“FIVE MORE MINUTES, DARREL.”

his username is smth stupid like ‘smokersleftlung’ or ‘mylittlep0ny’

“wya?” when ur at his door

vapes.

SORRY.

noah kahan lover

jeans, steel toe boots, camo shirt, neon orange jacket.

would try to get his friends to read

but gets called a dork :)

“Something in the Orange” on full blast while thinking of Cherry

posts horrendous .5s of himself on snap

typa guy to hold a fish on his instagram

favourite show is probably yellowstone

Johnny (born 2008)

loves open boxing the gang !

sad he has an xbox and not ps like the boys

HATES fortnite.

unironically says skibidi gyat

“hey dal, look at that furry over there.”

its just some kid.

foster care.

dallas would add him on snap and getting annoyed when he said “wyll”

has a stupid bow by his name

“johnny🎀”

like bro you are not coquette.

cries to wlw poetry.

snap user: “ooh_achurch” insta: “cadecade55”

used :3 once and never did it again.

watched friends and says “hes so me” whenever he sees ross.

Dallas (born 2007)

“wyll”

typa guy to yell GYATTT in public

barks at emos and furries

vapes in the school bathroom

racist.

would call you a slur for looking at him for more than a second.

mullet + perm combo

jumped a 7 year old and got on the news

male manipulator core

owns a husky named after himself

knife enthusiast.

screams at his dad for ten more minutes on the playstation

“do u send?”

no i do not thank you very much.

suicide boys. lil peep.

thinks he’s dean from supernatural

same username everywhere: “imnottexan”

fav show: big mouth

Adelaide (born 2010)

regina george but on a mental level

gatekeeper.

arsonist !

had a friend group with “bug” “kai” “arson” and “alex” in 2021 and nearly khs.

almost thought she was bi.

fought a girl in the locker room at school

takis, cookie monster pajama pants, latina makeup

SABRINA AND CHAPPELL LOVER, used to be a swiftie

sturniolo triplet fan (owns all of space camp)

buys clothes from shein

usernames: “addiethebaddie” “adelaidecurtis”

fav show wld be shameless

BEDROTTING.

grew up on spongebob and bubble guppies

writes poetry in her notes app

Darry (born 2004)

“live laugh love” sign somewhere in the house

“Doesn’t know how to text normally .”

(jkjk)

“PHONE ON THE TABLE WHEN YOU GET HOME.”

has a pinterest board full of pumpkins and dogs

invested in the kardashians

the therapist friend

facetimes the gang when he’s on lunch break

doesnt understand what skibidi is

ONLINE COLLEGE!!!

blasts dad rock when he drops off the twins at school

duct taped two-bit to the top of his car during freshman kill week

did the same to steve

class of ‘22

lowk eats up lana del rey

hates twitter and instagram

username: “darrel_curtis”

believes in angel numbers (me too king)

has a picture of him holding a fish on his instagram to ‘attract the females’

Sodapop (born 2008)

boycott

belittle

boyboss

owned wizz for less than a day

trolled little kids on roblox with steve

saw too many… things on omegle.

scrolls on tiktok for hours.

usernames: “thispxssytasteslikepepsi” “sodap0p08”

binges twilight in hiding

also barks at emos and furries

laughs at any kinda fart joke

showed pony a picture of a horse and said “found u online”

they fought.

threatened to break the tv when he couldn’t play slime rancher for three hours

turns his life360 off when he goes out with sandy or to a car show

Two-Bit (born 2006)

broke four controllers when he played seige

trolls on fortnite

finally fucking finished high school (class of ‘24)

ice cream scoop hair

binges bojack horseman

bo burnham’s biggest fan

made a huge deal when the queen died

refused to wear a mask during quarantine because ‘ITS FOR SISSIES’

preaches the second amendment “MERICAAA”

username: “twobit”

sends random memes in the gc when the others are fighting

hates xbox users

complains about adelaide using shein

“tummy hurty” posts on his insta story

would slap the shit out of you if you said seige was just a game

Steve (born 2007)

trolls on dti

eats goldfish like his life depends on it

username: “handletherandle”

also preaches the second amendment

and the first

and the fifth

PROUD TO BE AN AMERICA—

went on a school trip to dc and hated everything he had to eat

doordashes when he has enough

hypocrite

wld call you a slur for a GOOD reason

avid minecraft player

and overwatch.

mountain dew addict

reposts politics and cars on twitter

hates minion memes

“wyll”

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

[celestialprincesse]

Gunslinger Ghost & Rancher!Reader🏜🐎

The Southern sun is almost unpleasantly hot against the skin of your neck, beating down through the thin linen of the shirt at your back, sweat dripping into the arch there - the perks of spending all morning trying to wrangle goats into a new pen, whilst simultaneously trying to fix said pen on your own. You've a hammer in one hand, nails digging through the pockets of your jeans into the skin of your upper thigh whilst you sling a lead rope over your shoulder with a huff of frustration. The nicker of horses and cluck of chickens is the only thing heard on the breezeless air, no sound of truck tyres crunching on the gravel or mindless chatter. Just the way you like it.

The empty feed trough seems to glare holes into your back despite the lack of eyes, but if the warm metal were able to vocalise, or think, for that matter, it would undoubtedly be grumbling to you about not being such a hermit and actually making the short trip to the feed and supply store in town, and with a sigh, you recognise that your imaginary feed trough dialogue is probably correct. The truck engine rumbles to life with protest, which you manage to quell by turning the keys just right, giving the ignition the little push it needs to really get going in spite of the lazy haze which settles over this side of the world when the sun relents its mercy.

The problem with a town like this, you tell yourself, is that everyone knows everyone, knows their secrets and their families and their homes. People come in, but they never leave, don't even realise they've been sucked into the simplistic ease of quiet town living until they're too comfortable to give it up. The strong, chirpy drawl of Marlene snaps you from your reverie, bright blonde curls and a brighter smile invading your vision as she stands before you squealing about how she's hardly seen you and how good you look, in spite of your somewhat dishevelled appearance and work clothes which you didn't bother to change from before coming to the store.

"You heard about the new guy moved in town?" She bounces excitedly from foot to foot, grinning wickedly when she catches your attention and the inquisitive look you don't bother hiding.

"Walk and talk." You mutter in response, cocking your head to one side as you move over towards the animal care section, loading a bag of feed into your cart, muscles straining under the weight, all whilst Marlene chats away off topic, talking about some guy with a mohawk at the bar until you shoot her a sharp look which tells her wordlessly that you don't care about mohawk, and are very much only interested in the new guy in town.

"Apparently he's military or sum'n, according to Dean. Saw him at the body shop when I was droppin' Frank his lunch. Man's huge, scary lookin'. You'd like him." She chuckles with a roll of her pretty eyes, never quite having understood your penchant for people as equally, if not more closed off than you.

"Not looking for anyone." Your grunt causes her to sigh dramatically, grabbing you by the bicep to keep your attention, her pretty eyes meeting yours with a sharp look.

"You gotta try." She groans pleadingly, giving you a little squeeze for emphasis. "It's been over a year, and he might be nice!"

"You said he looked scary." Marlene groans at your lazy deadpan tone. "You like scary! You're scary too-" She huffs when you go to protest, flattening her palm over your mouth to stop you from interrupting her. "C'mon - we all know everyone in town is terrified of your RBF."

"You're not-"

"Yes I am."

After checking out, Marlene follows you to your truck, standing there like a lemon as you heave animal feed into the bed, too used to her less than helpful nature to complain.

"C'mon! Just go have a look! Bring him your casserole!" She whines, tipping her blonde head back into the sunshine. "You could get a man on one knee with that."

"I'll think about it." You huff, and she squeals joyously, wrapping you into a hug before striding off to go peddle some more gossip no doubt - and when you get home, you can't help but root through your cookbooks.

[rizlowwritessortof]

Cowboy Rescue Master List

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation?  

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[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 21: Cowboy!AU/Ranch

love is a cowboy | @deancaskiss Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 8,183 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Fluff, Kissing, Ranch, Cowboy Dean Winchester, Cowboy Castiel, farm, Horses, Cows, Chickens, Bees, Sunsets, Horseback Riding, Gardening, Teasing, Cowboys Boots, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, Retirement, Found Family, mentions of Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Gentle Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, French Kissing, Flirting, Castiel/Dean Winchester Flirting, Romance, Rancher Dean Winchester, Rancher Castiel (Supernatural), Picnics, House Hunting, Surprises Summary: Retirement. Something Dean never expected he’d get to have, especially with Cas by his side. But here they are, and Dean knows it’s finally time. After months of searching, when Cas finds them the perfect forever home to make their own, it feels too good to be true. But it’s real. And it’s all theirs to start something new together. What was once bags packed with weapons and salt becomes cowboy boots, baskets of homegrown herbs, and feed for the animals. But Cas knows there’s one part of the hunting business that Dean still needs. Saving things. And luckily Cas knows exactly how to make that happen to turn their ranch into a home to create their own found family.

Wild Blue Iris | @Sunkenfox Rating: Explicit Word Count: 38,818 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternative Universe - Western, outlaws, eventual smut, slow burn of sorts, sheriff Sam winchester, gunslinger Dean Winchester, bartender Castiel, period typical violence, period typical racism, tuberculosis, period typical bigotry, Found family, top castiel/bottom Dean winchester, implied/referenced abuse, bandits & outlaws, cowboys, revenge, murder, friends to lovers, bisexual dean winchester, slow build, angst, bittersweet ending, stubborn dean winchester, rimming, anal sex, oral sex, emotional hurt/comfort, emotionally repressed Dean Winchester, Summary: Five years after the Winchester Gang went their separate ways, Dean Winchester retuned home to Seneca with the hopes of seeking revenge for his father’s death. Setting his sights on the vicious leader of the rival gang, the Leviathans, Dean sets off on a journey to bring his family back together for one last ride. But the handsome bartender that joins makes Dean reevaluate nope only the vengeance that fuels him but his own self. Battling his own inner demons, and the truth of what happened to his mother, love beings to grow on the trail, and a mysterious illness that is slowly beginning to plague him.

Winchester 275 | @mittensmorgul Rating: Mature Word Count: 56,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Horses, Horseback Riding, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, after the requisite pining, accidental almost-nudity in a hot tub, Cowboy Hats , First Kiss, First Time, Cowboy Dean Winchester, Astronomer Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: Seven years after Sam left the family's ranch to attend Stanford, Dean's completely transformed the family's failing cattle business into a growing horse ranch. Sam's only got one condition for coming back home after graduation-- let him have a shot to build something of his own, the same as Dean's done. The catch? Sam and Eileen, along with their architect friend Hannah, want to turn a tiny corner of Dean's slice of heaven into a dude ranch. The land itself might be heaven on earth, but Dean's invested his entire life into it. He'd made his peace with being alone, until he meets Hannah's brother. Castiel is a solar astronomer who is reluctantly coerced into helping his sister charm Sam's gruff and stubborn brother into saying yes to what has become her dream project. He doesn't imagine he'd have anything in common with a cowboy, but he finds that Dean's the one who ends up charming him. Cas won't do anything to jeopardize Hannah's shot at her dream, and Dean is reluctant to put Sam's homecoming at risk. If only Dean and Cas could keep their distance from one another, maybe they could set aside their attraction for the sake of their siblings’ business plans. The heavens seem to have other plans for them…

Of Dust, Gunpowder and Holy Water | @melancholictearz Rating: Mature Word Count: 104,940 Main Tags/Warnings: Temporary Major Character Death, Western!AU, Vampire!AU, Vampire Hunter Castiel, Outlaw Dean Winchester, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst and Fluff Summary: Castiel is a vampire hunter tracking the creature that doomed the rest of his family to damnation. He crosses paths with Dean Winchester, a cocky outlaw wanting to escape from his mysterious past. They travel together all around the West to fulfil Castiel’s revenge, at the cost of Dean’s life… But what happens when Dean comes back wrong from the dead and has become one of the bloodthirsty creatures Castiel always swore to kill?

The Moonlight Rule | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Explicit Word Count: 129,320 Main Tags/Warnings: Ranch AU, Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Panic Attacks, Home Invasion, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Bottom!Dean/Top!Castiel, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Summary: Castiel Novak loves living in Manhattan and feels like he has finally reached a more serene part of his life. After years of hard work at The Lazarus, a boutique luxury hotel, a career opportunity he’s been waiting a long time for presents itself. At last, his problems are behind him. That is until he randomly encounters Henry Winchester, the grandfather of his childhood friend, Dean. Castiel and Dean haven’t seen each other in over ten years. Not since Castiel’s parents stopped visiting the Winchester family ranch. Left somewhat contemplative by this blast from the past encounter, Castiel is then altogether shaken by it when he hears a week later of the sudden passing of Mr. Winchester, as well as the surprising repercussions that come along with it. It seems that their recent and unexpected run-in inspired the late Mr. Winchester to make last minute changes in his will: Dean will only inherit the ranch he’s been running if he marries Castiel and stays married for at least six months.

[oiblackestsheep]

Hi! I really love your memes. Have you already done MBTI types as video games?

Thank you so much!! Honestly, I probably have at some point in the many years, but if I have, it's been a long time, so let's give it a go. I tried to get a mix of old, new, classic, and modern games in, and tried not to give every one a SUPER OBVIOUS game. Hope you like it! 😸

MBTI Types as Video Games

INTP: Slime Rancher

It took everything in my power to not do Portal 2 for INTP, because it seems like the obvious choice and I wanted something other than that. Maybe not as puzzle-oriented, but Slime Rancher captures a different side of INTPs like their affinity for unique experiences through Ne, comfort Si that allows them to organize all their slimes effectively, and their inferior Fe that lets them take care of cute little creatures with minimal risk.

INFP: Minecraft

An instant classic that lets your imagination run wild and live your life the way you think it should be lived, without the limitations of oppressive reality. Build the comfiest home with as many floors, rooms, walls, etc. as you want. Your house wouldn't be structurally sound and is impossible to create in real life? DOESN'T MATTER, it's what the INFP wants, and it what they can have in their own little world.

ENTP: Among Us

A creative and random environment where you have to either find the killer or be the killer terrorizing the space ship crew, interrupted by segments of ARGUING ~*~discussion~*~ about who the imposter might be, followed by voting to eject them into space via mob-mentality? Is there any game more chaotic and perfect for the ENTP to thrive in that I'm missing, here?

ENFP: Skyrim

You are the nonspecific protagonist with unique dragon powers that let you literally scream somebody to death, and, once again, live your life the way you want to live it, as chaotic or lawful as you might want. Become a criminal werewolf who leads a dark, murderous cult by night, and is the dean of a magical college by day? YOU CAN DO THAT.

INTJ: Satisfactory

Slowly and steadily building the most effecient space colony to mine resources and build interesting and novel alien technology? What could the INTJ want more. It won't happen overnight, but the efforts of the INTJ compound with each and every day, and one day, they'll make use of every square inch of the planet's surface for their factory.

INFJ: Coffee Talk

A lesser known game to some, but just as impactful, nonetheless. You're simply a barista in a coffee shop, but you have the pleasure of meeting and hearing the stories of a diverse cast of characters that let you into their unique inner worlds. You'll get to explore their experiences and choose your own dialogue to interact with their lives and offer your input that is tailored to the individual character.

ENTJ: Left 4 Dead

The goal is simple and well-defined: survive the zombie apocolypse. But the only way to do it in this game is to have all 4 players work together in perfect syncronicity as a well-oiled machine to cover all your bases as you traverse each level. It requires delegation of tasks, foresight of what's to come, and just a little bit of quick, thinking-on-your-feet, a perfect combination to engage their Te, Ni, and Se, respectively.

ENFJ: Mario Kart

Everyone knows Mario Kart, and everyone loves Mario Kart. Much like an ENFJ, themselves. Mario Kart has a very low barrier-to-entry so that the majority of people can learn to play quickly, and enjoy time with their friends! It's fun, it's casual, and it requires a bit of that tertiary Se to make some quick turns to finish in first. The game resembles the ENFJ personality itself, and it is a favorite of an ENFJ I know for those same reasons (as she doesn't play many video games).

ISTP: Assassin's Creed

(Couldn't find any good covers with Altair that fit tumblr's format, so I did Ezio, the fan favorite (and also probably an ENFJ assassins which is p cool?))

The franchise has undergone a lot of change over the years, so I do NOT mean the RPG elements, but rather the original elements of the games that made them so great! ISTPs would rather have a more focused way to engage the game, instead of the endless possibilities of an open-world, anyway. Quick reactions to stay hidden, a good grasp of the terrain around you and how to use it against your enemies, and a solid amount of Ti to calculate the most logical time to strike makes for a great way to engage the ISTP's top functions.

ISTJ: Super Smash Bros

Again, the goal is simple, fight your friends and be the last one standing. The rules are simple, in fact, they are completely customizable so you can save your settings to define exactly what kind of experience you want to have, and you know what to expect. You can play it simple with a set number of lives and no items, or you can crank the spawn rate of all items up to the max, if you're in a particularly low-Ne, (low-risk) feeling, kind of mood. Still, the goal is always the same. Hone your strategy, defeat your friends (or foes lmao)

ISFP: The Sims

Introverted by nature, they appreciate being able to spend some time alone without having to give up the things they like about the sensory world, including house and clothing fashion-design. These aesthetics were made to be seen, but sometimes they can only be made in a video game, and sometimes you need a break from real people. It's a realistic enough game that they can connect with it in a more relatable way than more abstract types of games, but they still please the Fi desire to live their personal life the way they wish without the limitations of reality.

ISFJ: Animal Crossing

Again, it's a familiar environment, with just a little flaire to excite that inferior Ne. You've got what seems like endless tasks (in a good way lmao) to keep you busy taking care of your island, and also forming positive relationships with your fellow residents! You get to meet new people, help solve the residents' problems, become a pillar of your community, and at the end of the day, retire to your cozy home.

ESTP: Palworld

It's new, it's weird but somehow familiar, it's Pokemon with guns. It might not be the most "original" game, but it was an inspiration nonetheless for the simple fact that it took all of the known successful elements of gameplay that people enjoy from other games, and put them all into one game that, for lack of better words, "just gives the people what they want". What you see is what you get, and it packs a punch.

ESTJ: Dark Souls

Although it is the more introverted game compared to ISTJ, it requires an incredible amount of strategy in order to champion this game. The medieval themes are familiar, but that's the only comfort the game provides due to its overwhelmingly punishing gameplay style that only the thickest of skin can overcome. What says thick skin like inferior Fi?

ESFP: Rocket League

It's extreme soccor (or football for my friends from across the pond), but instead of playing as people, you play as cars with rockets to propel them. Why, they ask? Because you want to, obviously. Realisitic enough that the concept is still based in a familiar reality, but the mayhem and competetion has been dialed up to 11 simply because it makes it more interesting that way. Again, what you see is what you get, AND IT PACKS A PUNCH.

ESFJ: Tabletop Simulator

It might seem like an odd choice, but hear me out. It's social, it's familiar, it's easy to jump into, and you're not limited to the physical copies of games that your friends have at their houses - you've got, like, any tabletop game you could possibly want to play! It alleviates the limitations we feel in real life when we want to play games with friends, but maintains the integrity of connection and fun you have with them. PLUS, you can flip the table after losing a game for comedic effect without making a mess in someone's IRL home.

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Hiii do you happen to have any fics where Cas is the rancher or farmer or cowboy, something along those lines.

Interestingly, when I did the farmer fics a few weeks ago I think I got rid of all the ones where Cas was the farmer rather than Dean.

Faithfully In Postcards – anglesandbluecats   Ao3

AU.  On a road trip between tours, musician Dean stops in a bar one night and does a set to fill in for a small act who couldn’t make it.  He also makes a new acquaintance in local farmer Cas.  After spending time together, Dean sends him postcards from all the places he visits on his road trip and once he’s back on tour takes the opportunity of a nearby concert to get in touch again because he couldn’t forget the man.

Word Count: 53k                              Non-Graphic Sex

Sunflowers – Speary   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Some months ago Cas had moved out of the bunker and has been living on a farm where he is no longer a burden to Dean.  All Dean really understood is that Cas was leaving.

Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex

Rodeo and Whiskey – grimmlin   Ao3

AU.  The Lawrence rodeo is Castiel’s last ride on the bulls.  But when he meets Dean at the bar after the event closes, he’s going to get another ride.

Word Count: 7k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

What Matters Most - Writer_Geekgirl   Ao3

AU.  Just as he’s ready to quit the family publishing business, Dean finds out that he inherited his grandfather’s farm.  He heads there realising that it will be a great place to hide from the fallout as he works out what he wants to do next with his life.  He wasn’t expecting his childhood friend to still be living next door or to have grown up so hot.

Word Count: 22k                              No Sex

Take A Slice Of My Apple Pie – Maetheheller   Ao3

AU.  Usually when he visits the farmer’s market, Dean deals with Gabe.  But today, its his brother in charge of the apple stall and they hit it off.

Word Count: 5k                                 No Sex

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New attempt at writing. Tell me your opinions and feedback thanks and enjoy.

It was late in the evening. I was driving home from work after a hard day. You see I had just gotten fired after some complaints from customers about my hygiene. I'm six foot two inches heavy weight and I don't like to shower. Never seen the need to, as I like my smell and am very proud of it. I guess other people are afraid of the smell of real men, because my boss called me to his office and fired me, there loss. Anyway I'm driving down the road with the windows down. It's a hot summers day and the AC is broken I can feel my sweat collecting in my underwear and my armpits.

I'm in the middle of the country and on the side of me are miles of farmland and ranches. Cows graze lazily in the fields the hefty aroma of cow pies wafting into my nose, God I love that smell there is something so earthy and sweet smelling that just makes me want to take a deep breath and revel in it. As I pass this real flat stretch of empty fields my car starts making this grinding screeching sound and smoke starts to billow out of the hood. Just great something more to top off this perfect day. Grumbling I pull over getting out of the car I pop the hood to check what's going on. DAMN over heated the engine. So after wiping the sweat off my brow I hefted up my pants and started back to one of the one of ranch houses I saw coming down this way. It was twenty minutes till I reached the nearest one grumpy and out of breath I knocked on the door and waited for a response. Looking around I started noticing the scenery this was a nice small house blue in color with white trim but this was tiny compared to the giant blue barn behind it. These people seemed to be horse ranchers because there were horses running back and forth in the fields. Looking at them and noting the big round balls on some of them my guess was a stallion ranch. Almost drooling on myself I couldn't help watching those balls swing back and forth while they Galloped about . That's when the door opens and out comes what I hope is the ranch master he's tall about 6,5 nice and chiseled with gorgeous blue eyes and a beard and belly to match.

Drinking him in I look him up and down noticing the considerable bulge in his pants. Guess the stallions weren't the only ones who were hung. Evening sir sorry to bother you at this time but my car broke down just up the road so you mind if I trouble you for a glass of water and to use your phone as mine doesn't work out this way. By the way my name is Ethan what's yours. I stretch out my hand to give Him a hand shake. Nice to meet you Ethan my name Dean. He took my hand and shook it. So can I use your phone I asked again not wanting to let his hand go wishing those hands were stroking my cock as he fucked me with his hidden monster. Yeh sure no problem, come on in he said with a smirk. Thanks nice place you got here sir. You here by yourself. Yeah he said just me and the horses and a couple of stable hands who come in and take care of the feedings and mucking out every couple of days but they're not here right now. Oh so no misses in your life I asked hoping he was on my side. No, no misses don't have the time to look right now disappointed with his answer I asked where his phone was. over there by the fireplace on that end table. Oh thanks just one moment.

After calling for a towing truck I hung up and asked Him for some water and if he minded I stayed till the tow truck arrived. No problem how long will they be you think. Well they said it may be a couple hours because they only have one person in right now. Well make yourself comfortable on that couch and here is some water and I have beer in the fridge if you want something stronger. Thanks I would love a beer so he went back into the kitchen and grabbed two beers and into mine he placed something I didn't see. He hands me the beer and I take a good draft from it burping rather loudly ugh that was good it's got to be 110 degrees out there right now man I said. 113 actually he said hottest day of the year so far. No shit I said staring to feel sleepy well hope you don't mind but I need to take a nap I'm exhausted. He just shrugged and said no problem I'll wake you when the tow truck arrives. With that I close my eyes and drift off into nothingness.

After what feels like hours later with a jerk I open my eyes things are blurry and my brain is sluggish what first comes to my mind is I can't move I'm in a bent over state my feet wide apart and something forced down into my throat. groaning I try to focus my mind but a headache is making it hard. What first comes in is the smell of horses and the deep earthy smell of road apples. Hey look who's finally awake. Its Dean he's grinning ear the ear. Well aren't you just perfect I needed a new one after the last one was sold to my friend. You see I need you to be my horses new slave and that means your the new fuck toy for them .

End of part one of you want a part two let me know