#waiter cas

[soullessjack]

another offshoot of jack being infantilized is that it’s leeched into the popular mischaracterization of jack as some soft sensitive crybaby who hates violence, hates scary things and is super nice and sweet and cutesy all the time and of course he’s used to accessorize Claire as a big mean lesbian sister who always gets them in trouble, and what makes it so unbearable besides the ableist rooting, is that it’s just canonically utterly wrong. like go back and watch 13x02 & 03. go back and watch 14x06 when they convince Dean to go on a case behind Sam’s back. or look at any time they’re defiant to Cas (and for the love of god do not look at it as “lol sassy baby dean is a bad influence bad dad 😂” or so help me I am throwing multiple rocks at you). like you can say he’s a bitch. you can say he’s a cunt even. it won’t kill you.

in fact, I implore you to, because it is a step away from infantilizing his every action as silly baby behavior and ergo a step in the right direction. look at the entire apocalypse world arc where he decides he has to personally kill Michael when the plan was only ever to escape through the rift. remember the scene where they’re crying in the woods and it got ran with as hashtag poor baby boy whump and nobody noticed that he’d literally almost strangled someone because of their impulsive temper?? or when they made the decision to brutally torture a man by snapping and twisting his skeleton and burning him so intensely his shirt fabric blackened?? and somehow that gets turned into shit like “daddy hold my sippy cup” because for some fucking reason you guys are so intent on making him out to be a child and infantilizing his canon traits to be more palatable to that idea of him.

TLDR please can we actually recognize how bitchy and violent and rebellious jack is. can you guys realize that his entire behavioral pattern of saying hi and waving hello is him masking and repressing because his emotions literally are nuclear charged and he doesn’t want to be a threat. can we please.

[shallowseeker]

Castiel’s favorite Dean outfit is shower.

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

Warning: sexual content, age gap (23-35), delusional attitude, forced breeding, breeding kink, mention of marriage, mention of children, noncon, r4pe, conspiracy, physical abuse, abuse of power.

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Yandere Sugar Daddy who is the CEO of a famous 6-star hotel chain that has been in his family for decades.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who always liked young and beautiful women, although he never settled down with any, he likes to pamper and adore his lovers by giving them everything they want.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who broke up with his Sugar Baby just a few days ago after she told him that she loved him and wanted to formalize her relationship with him, she was cute but boring and he didn't see himself spending his life with her, fuck no. So he left her.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who after that didn't waste any time in re-entering SugarLove.www a famous Sugar Daddy page where he found all his previous Sugar Babies.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who after a few long minutes searching for the right candidate for him, he finally found her, he found you. In your profile picture you looked divine, he looks at your profile from top to bottom looking at your photos and he was sure you were the one for him, so he sends you a message asking if you want to go to a restaurant to meet up... but you don't answer.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets impatient when the minutes go by and nothing happens. He decides to wait a little longer while he works in his office, when the hours go by he sees how the sun sets, he grabs his phone again and is disappointed when he doesn't find any answer, what's more, he doesn't even see the message.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who when he gets out of the shower the next morning checks his phone, a smile spreads on his lips when he sees a message from you, finally. "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer you before, but I was a little busy, I like the idea of ​​meeting you, how about tomorrow :)?" He doesn't hesitate to answer you sending the address of the restaurant and the time, you accept.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who arrives earlier at the restaurant, the waiter guides him to the best table that overlooks the night city, he asks the waiter to bring his best wine, he nods and leaves, the minutes pass when he sees you arrive, he smiles and stands up admiring your beauty, he doesn't hesitate to flatter you while he moves your chair so you can sit down before sitting in front of you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who talks to you all night while you have dinner and drink wine, you tell him that you are studying a law degree which is an expensive career for you, a friend of yours entered the website and now lives stable and can even pay for the degree, that is the main reason why you entered SugarLove.www, he listens to you attentively, when you tell him that this is only for a while and that you are not looking for anything serious, he agrees and accepts.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who takes you to his hotel that same night where you end up having mind-blowing sex, the next day he pays two months of your tuition in advance, during the following months he and you spend intimate moments, he takes you on vacations, buys you luxurious things and you have sex all the time everywhere, by the time he realizes it he is already in love with you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts taking you to business meetings and family gatherings presenting yourself as his girlfriend to your great discomfort, whenever you two go back to your apartment you scold him and he just shrugs his shoulders saying that by saying that he saves both of you the awkwardness of having to explain your relationship.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who tries to act like nothing is wrong but fails miserably. He gets tense when you're on your phone for too long. Are you talking to another guy? Are you cheating on him?! Unbeknownst to you, he ends up having your phone connected to his so he can see everything you do.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets jealous when he goes to pick you up from college and sees you at the door talking to a guy. His knuckles turn white around the steering wheel and when he parks he honks for a long moment getting your attention. You quickly say goodbye and approach him, getting in the car. You greet him and lean over to kiss his cheek but he grabs your jaw and kisses you hard on the lips.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets more heated during sex, calling you his wife and saying he'll give you his babies even though it makes you a little uncomfortable you take it as a fetish, that is until you feel something warm inside you and you realize he took off the condom, that's the straw that broke the camel's back, you walk away from him angrily grabbing your clothes yelling at him while you get dressed, saying he's crazy, you tell him it's all over between you before leaving.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who doesn't understand why you act like this, do you know all the women who would like to date him? All the women who would like to have his babies? He only took off the condom with you, only with you, you should feel honored but instead you get upset? He spoiled you. Yes he did. But now he'll show you why you shouldn't be an ungrateful brat.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts off simple by blocking your phone, then has an eviction notice sent to your fancy apartment (which he pays for by the way) and last but not least he pays for you to fail each and every one of your exams at university, which completely destabilizes you as you watch your life fall apart overnight.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who a few days later goes to your apartment, walks in with his key and sees you packing your bags with teary eyes, he tells you he forgives you for your attitude, in fact he wants you two to get married, who needs a degree after all? You insult him for making his life hell and he frowns, are you still an ungrateful brat? He's going to punish you.

He comes towards you in great strides so you startle trying to get away from him, but he grabs you hard by the hair making you let out a squeal of pain he pulls you closer to him and growls near your ear.

“Why can't you just take what I give you like a good girl? You always have to be so ungrateful, I'm starting to think you like making me angry.”

You shake your head but he pushes you face down on the bed, pulling down your pajama shorts along with your panties and you try to kick him off on your own so he grabs your waist with one hand keeping you still and with the other hand he spanks you hard leaving your soft skin burning and sore, you started to sob quickly and he stopped.

“Well, look at that are you crying? It was only 10 spanks girl, you're a cry baby huh? Weren't you planning on being a tough lawyer?”

He hears you sob louder and sighs rubbing the red flesh of your ass with his hands before unbuckling his belt pulling down his pants and boxers releasing his fat cock which stands up happily, he grabs your hips lifting your ass as you bury your head in the mattress, he pumps his cock once before guiding it into your pussy sliding inside your warm tight channel.

“Fuck— you feel so good girl, it seems like your little pussy missed my cock so much... poor thing, my little one was neglected for almost a week because of your bratty attitude.”

He hears you babble something he doesn't understand into the sheets but he ignores you, his hands squeeze your ass while he rams you hard from behind, the dirty sound of slapping mixed with the thick smell of sex fills the room accompanied by his grunts and your muffled sobs, he separates your ass cheeks and without stopping thrusting into you he uses one of his fingers to rub your wrinkled hole.

“Hey you never let me fuck you around here, tell me are you a virgin? Well never mind once we get married I'll make sure not to leave a single one of your holes unused, by the time I'm done they'll all be shaped like my cock.”

You shudder in fear at his words causing your pussy to tense around him, he lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your hips ramming into you with renewed vigor, you bite down on the sheets and dig your nails into the mattress, his cock slamming again and again against your bruised cervix causing your eyes to roll back in the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure, he grabs you by the hair lifting you up and forcing you to lean your back against his chest, you lean your head back over his shoulder and he licks your ear the wet sensation making your juicy pussy clench even tighter.

“God I wish you could see the face you're wearing right now it's so fucking erotic, you look like a whore how can you expect me not to put a baby in your womb when you make faces like that?”

He kisses your ear and uses one of his hands to rub your clit in firm circles bringing you over the edge a few more thrusts and you end up cumming all over his cock you let out moans as you arch your back he lets out a grunt as he feels your pussy squeezing him like a vice and then he stops cumming deep inside you his seed paints your core he pushes your body down onto the mattress collapsing on your back without pulling his limp cock out of you he murmurs.

“Since you're not going to college anymore I thought it would be best to move into a house, a big one, before our kids are born, you know little ones are adorable but a big problem and I want to have you all to myself before they get here.”

[casdeans-pie]

The three of them have stopped in a local diner for some breakfast on a way to a case, and everything was going fine until the good looking waiter just handed Cas his coffee cup, called him handsome, and winked at him as he left their table.

Dean is SO mad about it.

He haaaates that there's this random dude flirting with Cas his best friend Cas his best friend the actual angel Castiel like Who does this guy think he is????? And what a sleazy move!! A compliment and a wink?!? (Sam points out that's how Dean used to flirt all the time)

anyway Dean is big time mad about it but he considers this as normal friend behaviour - just being a good friend looking out for Cas

Cas is totally uninterested which makes Dean's overreaction even more insane because anyone with eyes can see Cas isn't interested (except Dean).

"Yknow what. He's probably a demon."

"The waiter isn't a demon, Dean."

"Yeah? Why else would he be doing- all that?"

"Are you implying that the only reason somebody would flirt with me is because they want to kill me?"

"Uh yeah?"

Sam interrupts before they really get going - it's too early for this.

Anyway Dean glares at the waiter the whole rest of their meal, unwilling to look into how wildly he's swinging between wanting this guy to be a demon so he can hunt him down and just wanting to be him. (Does not even consider jealousy.)

[sturnsdarling]

save a horse...

you and Matt go to a ranch for your anniversary and end up finding an old abandoned barn, taking the perfect opportunity to live your true wild west fantasy.

vibe check: smutty fluff, cowgirl position (obvi), public (kind of) sex

3k words

A/N: it hurts to write my dreams instead of living them. anyways the idea of cowboy!matt makes me feel a bit wobbly in the knees so this is my version of that, this fic is dedicated to the one and only cas (@sturnioz) because she, and I quote, 'loves this shit'

love and cigs, merc

It was yours and Matts year anniversary, you were driving through the South West, Matts hand on your thigh as you drove towards the ranch you had found as a surprise for him.

It was huge, an old family run ranch in the middle of nowhere. Recently, Matt had been on a kick about reconnecting with nature so, with your anniversary coming up you thought a long weekend in a ranch would be perfect for him to live out his cowboy dreams.

When you got there,

the family that rented it out was welcoming and lovely, showing you both the little house you'd be staying in for the weekend. It was an old converted barn, all the old wood work still intact and the furnishings being very on theme for yours and Matts 'wild west' weekend.

It was perfect, and the look on Matts face when he saw the cracks of light seeping through the cracking wood walls made everything worth it.

Once you guys had dropped off your stuff,

you and Matt decided to wander around the grounds and find a nice spot to have a picnic. After a while of walking about and taking photos of the beautiful scenery, you noticed a large tree a little ways walk from where you were, telling Matt it was the perfect spot and he agreed, looping his arm over your shoulder and leading you both to the tree.

When you sat down,

Matt laid down your picnic blanket and told you to sit down, saying he'd get everything ready and that you didn't have to do anything. You complied, watching as he unpacked everything, the bright orange sun illuminating his beautiful face perfectly.

"I can feel you starin' at me, you know" Matt smirked, pulling to plastic wine glasses out the basket followed by a bottle of root beer.

"i'm not staring, i'm admiring" you corrected him.

Matt chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, hooking a soft finger under your chin and pulling your head up to him. He pressed a tender kiss on your glossy lips, slotting his mouth between yours perfectly. You let out a satisfied hum into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Matt pulled away and opened the bottle of soda, he held it out to you like a waiter holding wine and made a fancy, silly face, "will this do, your highness" he spoke in a posh English accent.

you giggled, nodding and trying to pull a serious face, "yes, that will do nicely" you mimicked his tone.

Matt chuckled and poured you a cup of soda before pouring his own, holding it out to you to cheers before sitting down next to you on the blanket.

You were facing the horizon, watching as the sun began to set, leaving the sky a hazy orange and pink swirl of colours. You rested your head on Matts shoulder and he turned to place a soft kiss on your hair.

"happy anniversary, beautiful" Matt said, softly.

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his shoulder as he looked down at you, batting your lashes at him as you gazed at him, "happy anniversary, my love"

He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips before turning back to face the sunset.

You stayed there for a while, eating, laughing and enjoying each others company. The sun was still setting, and you were laying on Matts chest, peppering soft kisses all over his face as he chuckled beneath you. You were giggling the whole time, loving how he let you shower him with love like you so desperately wanted to twenty four seven. Matt placed his large hands on your hips, flipping you both over so he was on top of you. You giggled at the swift movement, and Matt hovered over you, watching in awe at the way your face lit up when you laughed.

Your giggles subsided, and you looked up to Matt, who's eyes were flitting between yours and your lips. You looked to his plump lips, and bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of him looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Matt craned his head down, pressing his lips against yours with a firm hand on your jaw. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a swipe of your tongue against his lip. He accepted your invitation and pressed his warm tongue against yours, absentmindedly grinding his hips down into yours as you hooked one leg around his waist.

Everything was perfect, you were in a beautiful place, with a beautiful boy, making out on a picnic blanket like sneaky teenagers trying to get some alone time in the wild west.

Once the sun had begun to slip under the horizon, you decided to do some more exploring before heading back to where you were staying.

On your adventure, you guys had spotted an old barn, it was falling apart at the seams and looked as if no one had touched it in years.

"we have to go see inside" you said, pulling Matt towards the old barn with your hand in his.

He followed you, letting you lead him town the dry hill towards the large old structure.

You reached the doors, pulling on the old lock slightly as it basically crumbled in your hand. Matt reached above your head, pulling the door open and letting you walk in.

It was like a time capsule, bails of old hay everywhere, old horse riding equipment and a beat up tractor in the middle.

"this is so cool" Matt said, looking around in awe.

You were just looking at him, watching his face light up with every new thing he noticed. You did a full lap of the barn, and didn't take your eyes off him once, just letting him guide you about with his fingers locked between yours.

"y'staring again, baby" He chuckled, turning to face you, placing his hands round your waist and pulling you into him.

you looped your hands around his neck, "admiring" you corrected him again, brushing your lips over his.

Matt pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss that was quick to become desperate. His warm tongue pressed and pushed against yours as your hands found the tangled curls at the back of his head. His hand snuck down to your ass, gripping and squeezing at the flesh over your flowery sundress. Matt walked you backwards towards the bails of hay, laying you down gently on top of them without breaking the kiss.

He laid you down, one hand on your face and the other on your thigh as he looped your leg around his waist. Matt ground his hips down onto yours, pressing his growing cock against your pussy as your dress fell bunched around your waist. You whimpered into the kiss, tugging at Matts hair and pulling him closer into you with your leg.

Matts hand wandered up your leg, pushing your dress further up with his soft hands as his hand edged impossibly close to where the two of you connected. He pressed and kneaded at your skin as he ground his hips down into your core, hard and slowly, chasing his own friction just as much as he was trying to help you chase yours.

You whined into Matts mouth once more, biting down on his lip and bucking your hips into his. Matt chuckled, breaking the kiss and pulling away from you slightly.

"so needy" He muttered, lips still brushing yours.

"you like it when I'm needy" you pretended to sulk, earning a smile from Matt

Matt nodded, quickly pressing his lips to yours once more, "I love it, baby, y'so sexy when you're all desperate f'me" Matt smirked.

You let out a satisfied hum and kissed him again, this time, just after kissing you back for a moment, Matt began to trail is lips down your neck and along your chest, pulling at the bust of your dress with delicate fingers to expose your hard nipple to him. He locked his mouth around it, sucking down before biting it between his teeth, toothing the sting with another warm press of his tongue.

Your back arched into him, your head falling back onto the hay with a small moan. Matt made his way down your body, watching as you arched into his touch, bunching your dress around your hips and coming to eye level with your already soaked folds. Matt groaned at the sight when he saw you weren't wearing any underwear, his mind reeling at the thought of you not wearing any all day.

Your folds glistened for him, and he swiped a gentle finger over your core, earning a soft moan from your lips as you bucked your hips, chasing the feeling.

"so pretty and perfect" Matt uttered, his breath hot over your pussy as he edged impossibly close.

He wanted to tease you, he really did, but the sight of you like this for him, in a pretty sundress, spread open in an old barn with cowgirl boots on and no underwear, Matt was desperate to taste you.

Matt pressed a soft kiss against your slick folds, brushing his thumb over your puffy clit as his tongue dipped into your sopping hole. Your hands found his hair, pressing gentle fingers into his scalp as he began to lap at your pussy.

A soft, breathy moan left your lips, your legs coming to hang over his shoulders, boots wrapped behind his head as he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

"fuck, Matt, that feels so good" you moaned, head rolling on its hinge as your eyes fluttered shut.

Matt hummed in response, the vibrations making you clench around nothing as he continued to lap and kiss at your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit periodically, sending bouts of shivers up your spine every time.

It was blissful, his slow pace making your whole body tingle as you moaned his name, unable to stop the noises that left your mouth. He was bringing you to eye watering orgasm with just his mouth, working you so slow and tenderly, his steady pace making your stomach tense and your legs tighten around his head. You were a whimpering mess, moaning his name over and over again as you approached your high on his tongue.

it was as if Matt had a sixth sense that was tuned into your body, knowing exactly when you were going to cum without having to be told. He kept his pace, lapping softly at your pussy, driving you to a piercing orgasm. You were seeing stars, releasing your cum all over his mouth as you ground your hips against his face desperately.

Matt continued his pressure against your pussy, helping you ride out your orgasm. Your hands found his jaw, and you pulled at him, dragging him away from your pussy and whimpering as you pulled him upwards to you. Matt chuckled, crawling up your body and following your request as you pulled him down into you, kissing him with feverish need.

"see how good you taste, baby?" Matt spoke into your mouth.

You whined into the kiss, and Matt flipped you both over, so you were on top of him, sopping pussy pressed against the rough material of his jeans. He toyed with the fabric of your dress, pushing his hands under the material and pressing bruises into your skin as you ground down onto him, kissing him like he was oxygen and you were struggling to breathe.

You moved your kisses down his neck, inching your hands down the buttons of his shirt. You expertly unbuttoned his flannel, his bare chest exposed to you as you pushed it open, leaving it loose on his arms. You arched into him as you peppered wet kisses down his stubble ridden jaw, down his neck and across his chest. You were crawling down his body, your tongue inching closer and closer to the little trail of hair that led to your favourite thing.

You paused as you reached his bulge, palming him through his jeans as you looked up at him through your lashes. You fiddled with his belt, Matt helping you remove his jeans and boxers in one swift movement. His leaking cock slapped against his stomach, the sight of it making your mouth water as Matts gentle hand found your jaw, moving to the back of your head to take a handful of your hair.

You took Matts length in your hand, pumping him slowly as you hovered your mouth over his leaking tip. His head hung back, jaw slack as a soft moan left his lips.

You wrapped your lips around him, lowering your head down his length with a flat tongue against his stiff length. Matts grip on your hair tightened, him fighting every muscle in his body not to fuck into your mouth, wanting to let you do your thing that you did so well. You began to bob your head up and down against him, hollowing your cheeks out as you let him bottom out in your throat.

Matt gently guided your head down onto him, pressing his hips against your lips as you gagged around him.

"fuck, baby, your mouth feels s'good" Matt said breathlessly, letting you continue to bob up and down on him.

You hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt up his spine as he softly bucked his hips into your mouth. Your hand came up to his balls, cupping him with a tender pressure, a throaty moan escaped his lips at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as he let you work your mouth over him.

Pools of saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth, your throat opening to take his whole length as you flattened your tongue against him, the thick vein running up his cock tickling your taste buds as you lost yourself in the motion.

Matts stomach began to tighten, legs twitching periodically and you knew his was close. Before he could unload in your mouth, you pulled off him completely with a pop, earning a desperate whine from Matt who's head shot up at the feeling of your mouth no longer around him.

"why'd you stop?" he whined, eyes trained on your glistening mouth.

you chuckled, rising to straddle him, pumping his wet and sticky cock from behind you as you lined yourself up with his tip.

"I wanna ride you, cowboy" you said seductively, swiping his cock through your puffy folds.

Matt groaned at you taking control, loving when you rode him and loving it even more when you called him silly nicknames like that. He attempted to muster up a witty reply, but his train of thought was cut off by your gummy walls clenching around him as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

Matt let out a blissful sigh, eyes closing at the sensation of being nestled in your warm pussy. You bit down on your lip as he entered you, bringing your hands to rest on his chest as small whimpers left your throat, instinctively grinding your clit down against the small scattering of hair at the base of his cock.

Matts eyes fluttered open, locking with yours as he took in the sight above him, one hand finding your hip as the other tucked behind his head. He loved you like this, needy and desperate to make him feel good, and the sight of you, tits hanging out your dress as it laid bunched up around your hips, steadily bouncing up and down his hard cock, made his head spin.

You leaned forward slightly, pressing your body weight against Matts chest though your palms and you began to shift your ass up and down, dragging your tight walls over his cock as you milked him.

Matts grip on your hip was bruising, him holding you steady as you rode him. His lip was tucked between his perfect teeth, relishing in the sight of you fucking him. Your eyes were closed in pure pleasure, the stretch of your pussy around his cock making you feel lightheaded. His hand came to your ass, kneading at the flesh under your dress, he smacked the fleshy fat, soothing the sting with a massaging touch before repeating his action, spanking you as you bounced on him.

His spanks egged you on, making you feel all the more confident. You opened your eyes and smiled down at him, lip tight between your teeth.

"you look so good like this, pretty girl" He cheesed at you, shaking his head in disbelief that you were his.

You smiled at him, blushing slightly at the compliment as you picked up your pace, causing Matt to moan, his eyes closing as his head craned back into the hay.

"cum inside me, Matt, please, cum for me whilst I ride you" you muttered, your words coming out accompanied by moans, his dick hitting your gummy g-spot as you fucked down onto him harder.

Matt let out a guttural groan, pulling his hand from behind his head and palming your tit, his fingers pressing bruises into your flesh as he maintained heavy eye contact with you though his low hanging lashes.

You picked up your pace, shifting so you were rested on the bottoms of your feet, knees tight against your chest as you fucked him at a relentless pace. Matt couldn't control the noises that left his throat at the new position, the angle letting him hit a deeper spot inside you, your walls tight around his cock as he began to fuck up into you, matching your pace.

The moan that left you was throaty, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Matts balls slapped against your ass with every thrust of his hips, meeting you in the middle as you rode him.

Matts movements began to falter, breathy moans leaving his lips as he kneaded at any exposed flesh of yours he could. You were clenching hard around him, moaning his name, begging him to cum.

He didn't need to be told twice, his hand moved up to cup your jaw, pulling you own into a sloppy kiss as he pressed his cock base deep inside of you, his hips stuttering as he released spurts of white, warm cup into your perfect pussy, filling you up just like you asked. He bit down on your lip as the last remnants of his cum left his tip, coating his dick as you continued to fuck down onto him.

"I love you" he breathed into your open mouth, his whole body relaxing back into the hay.

You followed suit, letting your body weight drop down onto him as the ache of your thighs became instantly prominent, "I love you too" you muttered.

You were both spent, Matt pulling out of you with a hiss as you slumped down onto him, one leg by his side and the other over his hips. He pressed a long kiss into your hair, trailing soft tickles over your arm as you nestled into him, catching your breath on his chest.

The sun was fully set, and the light of the moon was creeping through the cracks in the battered barn walls. Crickets began to chirp outside, the night time wild life coming alive outside the barn doors.

It was a perfect end to a perfect day, and without meaning to, you both fell asleep on the hay, tangled up in one another in the warm embrace of the warm western air.

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[chaos-lord-of-chapstick]

Goodnight everyone imma just pass the fuck out real fast from laughing so hard I almost hit my noggin against a wall.

This is a cruel world indeed.We have been deprived of a mustachioed Castiel in a tux.

Deleted scene from Scoobynatural.Edited out because of time constraints.

Source:Samantha Highfill @ EW

[chaoisurmaster]

geto can’t take the hint

Wrote this probably a year and a half ago. Kind of proofread. Enjoy!

[9:48 p.m] You: I don’t like where this is going anymore. We’re over Suguru. Do not contact me.

One task for your Friday night was to break up with your current bae. You spent 20 whole minutes trying to type out a quick break up text. It shouldn’t have been this difficult, but you knew that no matter what, Suguru was not going to take it well.

You press send on your screen and quickly go to block his number. “That’s finally done.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “And I packed up all his shit in a box and I’ll give it to Satoru on Monday so he can give it to him. Works out perfectly.” You walk out of your room and head to your front door. You’re in the process of grabbing your coat and purse when there’s a knock on your door.

You’re frozen in place. Your heart rattling inside your ribcage. ‘There’s no way he would show up here that fast, right?’ Slowly and quietly, you move to the front door to look out the peephole, your chest heaves up and down as you open the door.

“Shoko! I said I would meet you at the bar!” You compose yourself. Calm washes over as she starts to tell you that she was in the area and decided to meet you so you can go to the bar together. “Geez, are you okay? You look like someone stomped on your hamster.” She teases as you two are seated and served your first drink. You thank the waiter.

“How would you even know what a person looks like after their hamster gets stomped on?” You quizzically glance at her as you sip your amaretto sour. She shrugs, “I have lore.” She takes a big chug of her beer. You laugh and roll your eyes at her. You two start chatting more about your work week and what each other has planned for the weekend.

“Oh look who just walked in. Over here!” She waves. You’re cursing yourself for being in the seat that has your back to the entrance. ‘Oh God, no.’ A large hand pats your shoulder and you turn, the panic subsides again, “Hey Yuki! Hi Utahime! Oh my gosh, Haibara!” You stand up and hug each one of them. You’re even shocked that somehow, Kento was talked into going out. “Wow, I’m gonna buy you a drink just for succeeding in what we fail to do Haibara!” You giggle.

Kento playfully rolls his eyes. “Have I really turned down everyone’s offer to go out for drinks before?” He asks. You all reply in unison, “Yes!” You’re feeling so much better as you get up to go to the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands, Utahime walk in. “Oh hey, Dumbass and Suguru just showed up. He’s ordering you another drink right now.” She casually mentions as she slips into the stall.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You just nod your head and dry your hands. You quickly rush out of the bathroom. ‘Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!’ You start to tell yourself that you can grab your things and slip out without being noticed. Your eyes widen as you get closer to the table and see Suguru, all smiles and making the group laugh. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ Satoru spots you and waves his lanky arm in a frantic manner, ‘Why is he so fucking insufferable?’ you think.

“There’s your girlfriend Suguru. You can stop crying now.” He laughs and Suguru shakes his head. “Hi pretty.” He purrs at you, as he stands up and kisses you. You’re like petrified wood and stupidly, you kiss him back. “Oh I took your seat.” Satoru throws in. “That’s okay Satoru. I ca—” Geto cuts you off, “Sit on my lap.” He sits and pulls you down. You fit perfectly on top of his thick, muscular thighs.

He snuggly wraps his arms around your waist. Such powerful arms, you know you can’t wriggle away. “Suguru…” you dip down and whisper in his ear, “Did you not get my text?” You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. “I did.” You’re equally confused and shocked. “Then what are you doing?” You ask. “I’m having a fun night out with my beautiful girlfriend and our friends. Oh look, here’s your drink I ordered for you.” He thanks the waiter and hands it to you. “And don’t worry, you can drink as much as you want tonight. I know you had two stressful presentations to finish at work this week. I’ll get you home safely and stay the night with you.”

He kisses your cheek. The group lets out a chorus of “Awes.” You sheepishly smile and sip the Long Island iced tea he handed you. He runs his hand up your back and softly places it on the back of your neck. You freeze. He seductively whispers in your ear, “I know you’re just stressed babe and your text from earlier didn’t mean anything. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Matter of fact, finish your drink and I’ll take you home and pamper you for the rest of the night. You deserve it.” He kisses your temple and you lock eyes with him.

You cannot, for the life of you, read him right now. His body language is relaxed, he doesn’t feel tense. His face has no signs of upset. He genuinely looks happy and unbothered. It’s scaring you. “Would you like that?” He asks as he rubs your back. You nod your head and quickly down your tea. “Ready?” He takes note of your empty glass. “Ye-yes.” You stutter. You two say your goodbyes to everyone. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, Suguru helps you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He places a kiss on your forehead as he shuts the passenger door. Your hands are sweaty and your throat drier than when you and Shoko share two blunts to blow off steam. Suguru places his right hand on your thigh and you flinch a little. ‘Be fucking calm bitch!’ your inner monologue screams. “I’m sorry sweetie. Is everything okay?” His words were laced with concern. “I’m fine.” You quickly smile at him and look out the passenger window. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take all that stress away as soon as we get to your place.”

He drives quickly and parks in your complex parking lot. You two take the elevator to your floor and make it to your front door. You go to search for your keys but Suguru takes his spare out and unlocks the door. “After you.” He smiles sweetly. You mumble a ‘thank you’ and step inside. He helps take your coat and shoes off. You hang your purse up. He places his hands on your hips as he comes up behind you and kisses the nape of your neck. The shivers that get sent down your spine could have frozen all the circles of hell.

You step forward and turn around. You put your arm out, an attempt to put some distance between you and your ex-boyfriend, er boyfriend? “Suguru, what are you doing?” You wish you sounded confident but your question came out so shaky that it’s pathetic. Suguru feigns innocence, “I’m here to help my girlfriend relax. Honey, I told you, I’ll help you de-stress tonight.” He takes a step forward and you take a step back. You run into the kitchen island and he puts his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“That text I sent you earlier, I meant it. I meant every word of it!” You try to raise your voice but it comes out as soft as a whisper.

“Oh did you?” He coos, you nod your head. “You meant every single word of it?” he hisses as he presses himself against you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. Your bottom lip shakes and you’re fighting off the tears that threaten to cascade down your hot cheeks. Suguru notices it all and he pouts, he would never cause you harm.

You are the one shining piece he has in his life. He’s so utterly in love and devoted to you. Infatuated with you to the point where some people might think it’s unhealthy. Not him though. He adores you and anyone who says he’s obsessed in a bad way, just has never been madly in love before. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” He gingerly brushes the tendrils of hair from your face, “Talk to me pretty. Is it just work that’s bothering you? Am I not being a good boyfriend? Tell me what I did and how I can fix this?”

His words come out coated in saccharine. You swallow hard and shake your head to free you from the trance he had started to put you under. “This! I hate when you do this! You treat me like a goddamn 6 year old!” You push him away and you only are able to because he lets you.

You walk towards your room and continue, “You think I’m this delicate piece of glass that can’t tie her own shoes! You don’t even let me order what I want when we go out for dinner!” You scream as you turn around to face him. Suguru furrows his brows and puts his hands up, “Baby, I thought you liked when I catered to you like that. You’ve never said anything before,” he saunters to you, “You’re just so important to me, the most important person actually. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of to my standards.” He wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you. “Wouldn’t I be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of the love of my life?” he questions as he kisses your forehead.

You place your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend—” he cuts you off “Then you don’t like when I spoil you?” He knows what he’s doing and unfortunately, you’re falling for it. “No! I love when you spoil me. I just—” he interrupts you again. “I spoil you too much then. Okay, I’ll dial it back.” He kisses the crook of your neck and kneads your ass with his hands. “Suguru, no that’s not it.”

A soft moan comes out of you as he pulls your skirt up and palms your ass. “Hmm okay so then I keep on doing every single thing I’ve been doing and don’t change a thing? Got it.” He rips your lace panties off you and you gasp. “I don’t thi—” his lips crashing against yours end your sentence. Suguru lifts you up to lay you on your bed. He discards the remainder of your clothes and his as he settles himself in between your legs.

“Suguuu...” you whine as he harshly spreads your legs wide open. He has a perfect view of that leaky pink pussy he loves so much. His mouth waters and he gets a little upset. Earlier you had believed you had ended your relationship with him and that means you would have taken away this sweet cunt from him. He makes a mental note to punish you another time for that. This time, he has to be sweet to remind you that there’s no one out there better for you than him.

“Mmmm there’s that pretty pussy I’ve been thinking about all day. My pretty pussy.” He places the pads of his thumbs on either side of your throbbing slit and spreads your folds open. He looks at you, “Isn’t that right love? She’s still mine?” He asks in a condescending tone but that’s lost on you cause you’re under his spell. You’re akin to a fly caught in a spider’s web. Fixing to be spun in silk and have life sucked out of you. You arch your back a little and whine. “Yes Sugu, she’s yours. All yours.” You bite your bottom lip. He bends down and softly blows air on your bundle of nerves. A louder whine slips out from your mouth.

“Princess…” he starts as he takes the head of his dick and taps it against your pulsing clit, “did you really mean what you said in that text earlier?” Suguru questions tenderly. You shake your head and whine at the slow taps. “Words pretty girl. Gotta use your words.” He sweetly tells you. “No Sugu. I didn’t mean it.” He slowly slides himself inside you and presses down on your womb at the same time. “Fuck! Ah ahaa!” You whimper at how he slowly fills you up.

“Then why did you say that to me baby? You trying to hurt my feelings?” He fakes a pout as he fully bottoms out. Suguru groans, “God, this pussy feels heavenly. She was made just for me. Only for me.” He breathes out. “Answer me, Princess.” He softly places a hand under each thigh and pushes your knees up by your ears. You moan out, “Sugu! Ngh—ah ah ah fuck!” Your eyes roll back as Suguru starts to propel into you at a snail's pace. You quickly look at him and shake your head, he gets mad when you don’t answer him, “I wasn’t trying to -oh shit- hurt your feelings. I promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he thrusts a dial harder. “No baby? Then why did you say that? Have these three years meant nothing to you?” He questions again. He takes one hand off your thigh and licks his thumb, he starts using it to rub your clit. You close your eyes and arch your back again, the sensation causing your toes to curl.

Suguru smirks and he presses his thumb harder into your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” He demands. “I was just stressed!” You blurt out as tears pool in your eyes, “Just stressed from work! I’m sorry Sugu! So sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”

He hums and takes his thumb off your clit and shoves it in your mouth. You comply and suck it, always so obedient for him and you don’t even know it. He takes his thumb out and goes to tweak a nipple of yours with the same hand. “I thought so Princess. I knew that’s what the problem was.” He starts to thrust deeper and harder. You can’t control the sweet sounds leaving your mouth and they’re the most beautiful harmony Suguru has ever heard. The louder you are, the better and don’t you dare try to cover your mouth.

“I’m — aah shit— sorry Sugu. Please don’t be mad —ah ah fuck, right there— at me.” You blubber out as the fat tip of his dick pummels your cervix. “Shhh Princess. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.” He leans down and kisses you sloppily. He can see you’re going crossed eyed. “All you have to do is just quit your job. Okay?” He rolls his hips and you can feel every vein on his dick rubbing against your plush pink walls. The squelching is getting louder and louder. “You hear me Princess?”

He looks at your face. You’re so fucked out already but some piece of you snaps you back and you answer him, “Yes Daddy. Qu—quit my job.” You grab onto his shoulders and he comes down to kiss you again. He presses his forehead against yours. “Feels s-so good. Feel so fu-full.” You moan out as he slams harder into you. “Yeah baby? Daddy making you feel good? You like that?”

He kisses you again. “Yes Daddy. Love it.” You’re babbling and he knows he’s won, “Love it when Daddy fucks me like this.” Your toes curl more and you clench around his thick length.

He groans and can tell you’re almost reaching your climax. “Just be a good girl for Daddy and he’ll fuck you like this every day.” He hisses as you clench tighter around him. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.” Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving cresent shapes. “I’m cumminggg.” You whine out and Suguru starts slamming his hips harder into you.

“Cum for me Princess.” and that’s all it takes for you to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm snaps and cascades over you in waves. The squelching is embarrassingly loud. “Fu-fuck!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m cumming too princess.” Suguru groans as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you. “I fucking love you.” He kisses you. “Fucking love you so much. God, your pussy feels so amazing. Wanna live in this pussy.”

And he releases his personal ribbons of white inside you. You both are breathing hard and covered in sweat. Suguru slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss of his big dick. He stares lovingly at the mixture of your juices and his. A beautiful mess that only you two get to make together.

He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to his chest and kiss it. “I love you.” You softly say. Suguru looks down at you and smiles, “I love you more princess.” He tenderly kisses your forehead.

As you’re drifting off to sleep you swear you hear him asking if you want him to cook breakfast for you both in the morning. You let out a hum that he takes as a ‘yes.’ Suguru smiles triumphantly. You have just, unknowingly, agreed to move in with him so he can always make sure you’re taken care of the right way, his way.

a/n: I had alot of fun when I wrote this! I love Suguru that refuses to accept a break up.

[ppssession]

Mystic Shop:Shortcut to success

The path as an actor is quite difficult, that is something I understand very well.Okay, but what I don't quite understand is that almost six years have passed and I still haven't made any progress.

The voice in the head of Has, an ordinary-looking young man, is thinking while working on the set of the film.

He graduated from the Faculty of Acting and majored in acting many years ago. He was praised as a very talented actor by both his teachers and friends, but his chance to act was overlooked simply because he looked ordinary.

While he was thinking about the past, he saw a handsome young man who was the main character in this group.

Raven, the handsome young man who was the hero of this filming, made Ash a little unhappy because Ash could clearly see that his acting ability was very low. He acted stiffly like a robot, or maybe a robot could act better than that. Ash could only think to himself.

After the group of people left, Ash could only hold back his dissatisfaction as he walked along the quiet street, and then he heard someone shout, "Hey, big brother, come in."

เHe turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a handsome young man wearing a simple waiter's uniform calling him into a strange shop. The sign in front of the shop said, "We can help you change your life." As he walked into the hot room, he heard sweet words.

Do you want to be successful? It seems like you are taking a long time but the results are not coming to you yet?

The young employee asked openly.

Not arrogant about anything, Hass admits, “Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve had that opportunity.”

Then you're in luck, we can help you. The young clerk turned under the counter and picked up a leather jacket.

This is a special jacket that allows the wearer to possess his or her body just by wearing the jacket as part of him or her.

We will put your soul into the jacket ourselves. You will fall asleep and wake up in your new body. Do you agree?

Hearing that, Hass was interested, but he had a question. “If I put my soul in it, will I be able to make my new body wear this jacket?” Hass asked suspiciously, but the clerk smiled playfully before answering.

“Of course, our shop will take care of everything.” So to guarantee that we will make you into the shape you want, we will not charge you upfront, but you can pay when it is done. How about this?”

Hus saw nothing bad when the employee just reached out his hand to make a deal. He shook hands with the employee. “I agree.” When their hands shook, it was a contract that the deal was made. Suddenly, Hus started to feel sleepy. He slowly lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was the employee smiling with his eyes full of satisfaction.

Huss came to a strange state of consciousness. He felt that his body was very light. When he looked closely, he could not move at all. He found that he had turned into a jacket.

She said as she walked away that someone had carried him up to the wardrobe and had someone put him on.

Hus found out that the person wearing him was Raven. He was a little shocked, but he felt satisfied to receive Raven's body from him. He felt that he was merging with Raven's body. Everything about Hus slowly turned dark again…

Raven's Corner

Today I have to continue filming this movie. I'm a little bored with the people on set who are gossiping about my acting being too stiff.

**After putting on the jacket**

I feel like I can perform better with this weird feeling like something is flowing through me, but I accept it.It made me able to act more naturally but ahhh the more I accepted it the more my body became uncontrollable. Ahhh the worst it made me horny it made me hard all the time.I can't stand it anymore. Aaaah no, I just finished in my pants and they're so wet now. Why is everything getting darker…,,,

Raven's body twitched for a moment before opening her eyes. Hass had now taken over Raven's body.

From now on, I'll take care of it myself. Let's see how well I can portray you, Raven. Wow, it looks like someone just finished in his pants. I'll definitely continue at your house, Raven, no, mine, lol.

After 1 year

The handsome young actor Raven has been nominated for the Best Leading Actor award. He can give a great performance. The headlines are like this, I feel shy.

Hass in Raven's body lives as Raven. He can act as Raven smoothly without anyone knowing. He gets up and goes to take a photo, thinking to himself, "Thanks to this body, I've come this far, but I should thank the Mystic Shop for helping me get this body. Ah, I feel so good in this body. Ah, it seems I made his brother hard again by accident. I'll have to work so I can have fun."

I'm trying to get my backlog of requests sorted out before the new year. I hope you like it. See you on the next one.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Happy Holiday season from all the members at @profoundbondfanfic!

-Part 1 of 5-

Christmas Spirit by MalicMalic (Explicit, 3k words)

It's the afterlife and Dean can finally have everything he wants.

Hanukkahn't Resist You by almaasi (General audiences, 2k words)

Dean made a Hanukkah greeting card for Cas, his fellow teacher and major crush. The card is also a pun. And also a pick-up line. And also maybe a mistake.

Hot Snow Angel by DoctorProfessorSong (Explicit, 23k words)

So you know that absolutely unhinged Netflix holiday movie featuring Lacey Chabert and a sentient snowman played by the actor who was Corbett in Ghostfacers? I saw the preview and immediately said: Dean Winchester would be a snowman fucker. A Destiel Christmas rom com. Come for the crack, stay for the feels.

Sugar Cookies and Mistletoe Kisses by Briston, Whitster_lizzy (Teen and Up, 10k words)

A little too much tequila at a Christmas party leaves Dean with a foggy memory. No one will tell him what happened and Cas can barely look him in the eye. Can Dean salvage their friendship before it's too late?

The Bad Santa Clause by Castielslostwings, jscribbles, MalMuses, pingnova, sobsicles (Explicit, 74k words)

A quiet pre-Christmas hunt goes horribly wrong for the Winchesters, Castiel, and Jack when Dean accidentally murders Santa Claus. Ho ho ho, bitches. A seasonal canon collab loosely based on The Santa Clause.

The Christmas Angel by FriendofCarlotta (Teen and Up, 7k words)

One lonely Christmas, Dean picks up an ornament: a small angel that reminds him of his mother. Over the years, the ornament becomes a fixture of his life, keeping him company through many difficult years. For Castiel, the ornament takes on its own meaning - a reminder of the sort of life he wants and can never have. Will the Christmas angel ever get a chance to take its rightful place at the top of a family tree?

The Morning After by Dancingdog (Explicit, 67k words)

'Twas the morning after Christmas and to Dean's surprise, He'd slept with a vampire, with mortified blue eyes...

The Waiter and the Businessman by followyourenergy (General Audiences, 4k words)

Dean Winchester, CEO, frequents the diner on the corner of Main and South for lots of reasons: pie, the jukebox that plays 80s music, and Castiel, the sweet, handsome waiter who always has time for Dean. When he sees Castiel unexpectedly on Christmas Day, he learns more about the quiet man… and receives two precious gifts that money could never buy.

[mirroredmoons]

imagine the amount of micro aggressions dean and cas get in those small town diners they go to. dean takes cas to one after a case, and cas isn’t going to get anything because all he can taste when he eats food is molecules. dean insists he should try the burger because he’s dean. “one burger for me and my friend,” dean would say. “yeah i bet you two are real good friends” the waiter would respond. dean would crumple like he’s been hit by a bus. cas wouldn’t get it and say that they are. sam and jack are also there but they missed the whole thing because they were in the bathroom trying to figure out if the automated sink was haunted because it kept turning on randomly. (it was not haunted. it was one of those automated sinks that just turns on when no one’s standing in front of it.)

[atticwifesam]

Thinking about two things ive seen from you about endverse Dean fucking Cas as a substitute for Sam and specifically him moaning Sams name instead. As a wincestiel fan i CANNOT get the idea of Cas getting off to that big time. The first time it happens Cas is cumming on the spot, right then. And you just KNOW if 2009 Sam showed up Cas is looking at endverse Dean like.. “So, can I watch?”

cas rock hard the whole time, watching sam getting railed spread out on the table 🚬 where dean fucked cas almost every night, moaning sammy's name.. waiter i NEED MORE!!!!

[imbiowaresbitch]

By the Shore, chapter 5

Cold

Dean sat at their table, sipping his beer, and met Cas’ eyes with a predatory smile as Cas rejoined him. Cas immediately drained his wine, looking decadently flushed and flustered, and Dean's smile softened. He reached across the table without thinking about it, and Cas instantly tangled their fingers together, meeting his eyes with a little smile of his own. 

“I pushed you too far, didn't I?” Cas murmured, half-apologetic, half-amused.

Dean smirked at him.

“Maybe just far enough…” he teased, and Cas chuckled, squeezing his hand gently. 

Their waiter appeared with their meals, not batting an eye at their wrinkled clothes and generally fucked out appearances, and Dean winked at Cas. Cas smiled serenely, untangling his fingers from Dean's to grab his knife and fork, and they dove into their meal. Dean had ordered a steak, ‘cause seriously, when was he gonna see Wagyu beef in Ladow’s back in Lebanon? It was served with a red wine mushroom sauce, and served with fries – though the menu called it pommes frites with sea salt and truffle oil – and blistered shishito peppers. 

Dean cut into the steak eagerly, and as the first bite seemed to melt on his tongue, his eyes closed with a soft moan of delight.

He heard Cas chuckle across from him, and held up a hand, keeping his eyes closed.

“Shhh… I'm having a private moment with the steak. I just need a second here…”

Cas snorted, and Dean chose to ignore him, savouring the incredible steak, cooked to perfection. He didn't even mind the mushrooms. Swallowing, he popped his eyes open and eagerly cut another bite of the steak, then paused. He cut a smaller, more delicate piece than the two-inch square he’d planned on cramming in his mouth, and carefully speared it on his fork. He held it out to Cas, waving the tines back and forth slowly.

“Cas? You gotta try this…”

Cas paused with his own fork halfway to his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Dean, then he completed the motion, humming happily at his black truffle risotto. He set his fork down and had a sip of his wine, then reached for Dean’s fork.

Dean swayed backward, a teasing grin on his face. 

“Come on, Cas,” he cajoled, letting a suggestive note filter through the words. “Use your mouth for me?”

Cas’ eyes darkened, and he leaned forward again, his hands folded primly in his lap, and let Dean feed him the tender morsel of steak. His blue eyes were locked on Dean’s the entire time, and Dean saw the surprise there when the flavour registered. He smiled in triumph.

Cas chewed slowly, then licked his lips.

“That's very good,” he acknowledged, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Come on, buddy. It's the best thing you've ever tasted, right?” Dean argued, stabbing one of the peppers and taking a bite. The sweet-spicy burst on his tongue, and he groaned. “Holy shit, these are awesome. You gotta try one!”

Cas laughed at his enthusiasm, but he leaned back, shaking his head. 

“I'll pass for tonight, thanks.” He scooped up one of the scallops adorning his plate, carefully nibbling it from the fork. Dean shrugged, grabbing a fry, and Cas spoke up. “I think I'll taste the best thing ever back at our cabin…”

~~

Read the rest on AO3 here.

Thanks to @winchester-reload for the prompts!

[latin5mamii]

stay ready (what a life) -CA ,JS

|Warnings: suspense

|Summary:Be strong and forget about him!Is this so hard for you?

Maybe it's impossible to get over your past relationship, or maybe you just need to find someone that'll make you fall in love again.This should work, right?

The next morning, you wake up with a renewed sense of determination. Today is about preparing for the party tonight, and that means finding the perfect dress. Mia, Ava, and Evelyn have already planned a shopping spree, and you can’t help but feel excited. There’s something invigorating about the idea of exploring Parisian boutiques with your best friends.

The anticipation for tonight’s party is building. Mia's plan for you to wear the sexiest, tightest dress you’ve ever owned is more than just a ploy to distract you from your ex; it’s a way for you to reclaim your confidence. As you step into the sleek black dress, you can’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Maybe tonight is about more than just avoidance, perhaps it’s about rediscovery.

Ava, Mia, and Evelyn are there for moral support, doling out compliments and helping you with the final touches. You arrive at the party venue, a chic rooftop bar with panoramic views of Paris, and your nerves start to ease. The city's twinkling lights and the hum of lively conversation serve as a welcome distraction.

As you mingle, you start to relax and even enjoy yourself. You notice several tennis players in the crowd, but you focus on your friends and the fun you’re having. A waiter passes by with a tray of champagne flutes, and you grab one, taking a sip to steady your nerves.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice. You turn and see Carlos Alcaraz, one of the rising stars of tennis, talking to a group of people near the bar.

 He’s laughing, exuding a magnetic energy that draws people in. You remember your brief encounters with him at various tennis events—always friendly, always respectful.

Evelyn notices your gaze. “Why don’t you go say hi? He’s always been nice to you.”

You hesitate, but Mia gives you a gentle push. “Go on. It’ll be good for you.”

It feels a little wrong, he's probably the toughest player your ex ever encountered in his matches, and now you’re about to talk with him. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to Carlos. As you approach, he looks up and smiles warmly.

“Hey! Long time no see,” he says, genuinely pleased to see you.

“Hey, Carlos. How have you been?” you reply, grateful for his friendly demeanor.

You fall into easy conversation, catching up on his recent matches and the latest tennis gossip. He doesn’t bring up your ex, for which you’re thankful. Instead, he focuses on making you laugh and feel comfortable.

As the night progresses, you find yourself enjoying Carlos’s company more and more. He’s attentive and charming, a perfect distraction from the anxiety you’ve been feeling.   

“Wanna dance?” he asks amused.

“I’ve never been so good at dancing, to be honest”

“Neither me, but who cares?”

On the dance floor, you feel a sense of liberation. The music pulses through you, and for the first time in weeks, you feel lighthearted and carefree. Carlos spins you around, and you can’t help but laugh. It feels good to have fun again, to feel alive.

Just as you’re starting to think the night couldn’t get any better, you catch sight of your ex across the room. He’s standing with Anna, talking and laughing, but he definitely notices you having fun. For a moment, your heart sinks, but then Carlos pulls you back into the dance, and you remind yourself of your resolve to move on.

Carlos must sense your momentary distraction because he leans in and whispers, “Don’t let him ruin your night. You deserve to have fun.”

You nod, grateful for his support. As the song ends, Carlos keeps you close, and you realize he’s been a wonderful friend tonight. Maybe there’s more to explore here, but for now, you’re just happy to have someone who cares.

The party continues, and you find yourself surrounded by laughter and good company. You might not be completely over your ex, but tonight you’ve taken a significant step forward. With friends like Mia, Ava, Evelyn, and now Carlos, you know you’re not alone in this journey.

As the night winds down, Carlos walks you back to your friends. “Thanks for tonight,” you say, genuinely appreciative.

“Anytime,” he replies with a wink. “See you around?”

“Definitely,” you respond, feeling a newfound sense of hope.

With that, you head back to your hotel room, a smile playing on your lips. Is Carlos maybe the one that can save you? 

Tomorrow may bring new challenges, but tonight, you’ve proven to yourself that you can move forward. And that’s what matters most. But then you hear knocking at your door…

[sunforgrace]

waiter hey waiter. i ordered more dean hallucinations of cas yeah i asked for more dean’s fallible human mind rewriting his memory of losing cas and then fully believing that the glimpses of cas he’s seeing are him going crazyyyy and seeing things. and instead i got mark pellegrino and some guys in juggalo masks in my soup

[ananke-xiii]

i'll always be weak for dean's brain constantly searching through his extensive catalog of movie references in order to find the appropriate one for the circumstances he's in and, is so doing, he involuntarily betrays himself (same king, same).

like in "Stuck in the middle with you" he's talking to the waitress to supposedly help Cas flirt with said waitress, Mandy, so his brain goes directly to "Ferris Bueller's day off" when Sloane talks to the waiter on the phone pretending to be a customer who wants to speak with the "sausage king of chicago" Abe Froman. who's, actually Ferris Bueller pretending to be this other guy. So basically Sloane is helping Ferris with the waiter who wouldn't welcome him in the restaurant. Just like Dean is "helping" (it's all in his head lol) Cas with Mandy, the waitress.

I took the screenshot from here where you can watch the whole scene:

so yeah these are not just little cute destiel things that the writers threw in there for good measure, they're quite intentional and they're telling even more than meets the eye eheheh.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Bad Seed: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

Summary: You're on the hunt for Rowena for her to fix whatever she did to Castiel. The kids are back home where they belong, but you're not sure if you're fully home yet. If you're going to start to fully heal, you're going to need outside help.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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"Come on, Crowley, pick up," Dean growls. He calls him again and shakes his head. "I've left him a dozen messages. Why isn't he answering the phone?"

"Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news."

"He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right? I mean, she did try to take him out."

"He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell. He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me," Castiel sighs.

Again, another pang of guilt hits your chest.

"He's gotta be up to something."

"Again, that's not breaking news. Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"There haven't been reports of any accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a shitty '78 Continental Mark V."

"You think it's shitty?" Castiel sighs. Sam and Dean shrug and Castiel looks away. "He's been a shut-in for centuries. You wouldn't think he would be a good driver."

"You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out. Know of anywhere that might be?"

"I mean, he loves waffles. You could try places that have those."

"Okay, so, every restaurant in the entire country." Castiel groans and falls off the chair onto the ground. "Cas?"

The angel grunts out in pain like an animal but you stay seated where you are. There is no way you can go over to Castiel knowing you can't help him. You want to help him but you don't know how. The other you... dark you... knew how to do it. You're afraid of using magic like hers because you might turn into her again and there is no way in Hell you'll ever do that again.

"Cas? Hey. Are you okay?" Sam asks and helps him back into the chair.

"Relative to what?"

"Do you know where you are? What's the date?"

"Earth. Several billion years from the beginning. It's like I was inside a blender that was set to purée for a tomato salsa."

"Let me guess, you're the tomato?"

"In this analogy, yes."

Castiel takes several deep breaths and leans back in his chair.

"Cas, what was that? You scared the shit out of us," Sam sighs.

"I blacked out for a lot of it, but I don't know. It overwhelmed me. I couldn't control it."

"Damn. We gotta find that witch."

You can't help but let a single tear fall because of how much you're hurting. You hate that you can't help your friend.

"What can I do to help?" Castiel asks.

"No, you just sit there and take a breather. You know, try and put yourself back together."

"Okay. I'll do my best. It's difficult with these voices."

"Now there are voices?"

"Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?" Dean asks.

"No, I'm hearing angel radio. It's a lot of chatter. They've been looking for me ever since I escaped, as well as scouring the Earth for the perp. It's slang for 'perpetrator'." Sam and Dean chuckle at his joke but you stay silent. "They're doubling the effort to find Metatron so if we need to get hold of him, better do it soon."

"Yeah, before the God Squad does. Alright, well, first things first. We gotta fix you."

Sam takes out his phone when it pings a notification, and he immediately scrolls through the police chatter he set up.

"Check this out. There might be something here. In Denver, three women were at Café Elta when their waiter, for no apparent reason, stabbed and killed one of them. One survived and the third vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself. Who do you think that could be?"

"Let's go."

Three dots appear next to Molly's name which means she is responding to your private message. They disappear only to return seconds later.

Molly: Yes! I am free tomorrow if you'd like to meet.

You: Great. I appreciate it. I'll be home all day tomorrow so just let me know when you're on your way.

You give her the address to the Bunker along with your phone number before logging out of the chat. You look at Castiel whose eyes seem to be getting darker in color. He's more agitated and you don't trust the kids to stay here with him.

"We're bringing the kids." You get up and approach Castiel. "If you hurt my dogs, I will hurt you."

"I won't," he promises.

After getting the kids ready, you all take the nearly six-hour drive to Denver. Noah is happy to come along but you don't tell them that you didn't want them staying with Castiel when he's in that state. The only survivor of the terrible incident is sitting in the interrogation room when you get to the police station, and Sam and Dean take the lead while you stay back with your kids. You keep them in the room with Sam and Dean but keep them in the corner so they don't interfere. Noah is watching with wide eyes, eager to know the ins and outs of interrogating someone.

"So, ladies lunch goes south when a waiter who reeks of sulfur attacks with a blade, killing one of you, while the redhead who invited you yells something in Latin, disappears, and the furniture forms a pile. That about right?" Dean explains.

"Yup."

"Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stutters.

"Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena since she tried to kill her son Crowley, who just so happens to be the King of Hell."

"Why do I think you're not FBI like the police said?"

"Okay, let's cut to it. The cops say that you're so scared that you don't wanna leave here. Well, you should be because Crowley is not only going after Rowena, he's going after every witch that she hangs with."

"I'm not a witch," she shakes her head.

"Sure you are. Your pal, Rowena, is recruiting a new coven, right?"

She gets up to leave but Sam and Dean are quicker than she is. She clutches her bag which Dean yanks from her and tosses it to Sam. She immediately sits back down just as Sam dumps the contents of her purse onto the table.

"You can't do this. I have rights!"

"I have a fake badge," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Look at this. Chicken bones. Hex bags. A pentagram. Still sticking with not a witch, huh?" Sam chuckles.

The witch starts to chant something and Dean walks over to her and grips her throat not tight enough to hurt her but enough to cut off her chanting.

"Listen, before you finish what you're about to say, know that we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas."

"I didn't try to hurt him," she gasps. He lets go of her and she rubs her throat. "I'm nobody. I'm worse than nobody. I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner."

"We don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is."

"I have no idea."

"You do know how to scry, though, right?"

"Scry? What is that?" she asks.

"Exactly what you know it is. A locating spell. You witches use crystals, prisms, and mirrors to divine images of who you're trying to find. We're trying to get our hands on Rowena. Think about it. With her out of the picture, Crowley has no reason to go after you."

"I don't have my crystals," she sighs.

Dean grabs a small cosmetic mirror from her purse and hands it to her.

"This ought to work, yeah?" She takes it and confirms his accusations. "I'll get the light."

Dean turns the light off and she uses the mirror for her spell. The mirror is enough to give her what she's looking for.

"I see her," the witch says. "She's packing a bag."

"Where?" Sam asks.

"The Sunlit Motel. The one down the street. Room 115."

Now that you know where Rowena is, you don't waste time in getting to her. Sam offered to stay in the car with the kids so you and Dean could grab her. Dean paid a taxi driver to allow him to use his car for ten minutes which allowed him to go on a smoke break. He disguises himself in a straw hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and sunglasses so that Rowena doesn't recognize him immediately. She steps out of her room wearing a blonde wig and grabs her only two bags before rushing to the taxi.

"Airport. Be careful with the bags. They're antiquities." She opens the back door of the taxi and looks at Dean. She immediately recognizes him and flings him back with her magic. "Abi!" He goes flying into the wall behind him with a grunt of pain. "This is just my way of giving you the finger, Mr. Winchester. I don't suppose you're here to thank me for removing the Mark of Cain, which, by the way, you're welcome! Let's just take things up a notch. What do you say?"

Before she has a chance to do any more magic on him, you come up behind her and slap iron handcuffs to her wrist. She gasps and you grab the back of her throat in warning.

"I don't think you want to do that," you whisper in her ear. "I might not be the Scarlet Witch anymore but piss me off and I might tap into that magic again. Do not test me."

"I think you'd know by now, Y/N, that these things don't hold me long," she growls.

"It just needs to hold you long enough. Come on."

You yank her by her neck and force her to come with you.

"Well, they do say blondes have more fun."

You bring Rowena back to the Bunker in a separate car since there is no way you'd have her in the same car as your kids. Castiel seems glued to Sam's computer when you get in, and he doesn't even notice when you drag Rowena down to the basement.

"Why don't you go play in your rooms, okay? I'll be right there."

The kids run off to their rooms with both dogs following them. Good boys. Go protect them. Better than I can. You follow the brothers down to the dungeon where Dean is strapping a red-haired Rowena to the chair and Sam is going through her bags.

"Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course."

"Where is it?"

"Where is what, dear?"

"The book! The Book of the Damned." He grabs a smaller book from one of her bags. "The codex is in here, but the book is not. Where the hell is it?"

"Do you take me for a fool? Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items anywhere in proximity."

"Now that we've got the codex and Charlie's code-breaking, the book isn't as useful to you as it was."

You look down in shame when Sam mentions Charlie's name. If you concentrate really hard, you can still hear her screams when you forced her to knife herself.

"Or so you hope," she smirks. "That's what I admire in you, Samuel. That plucky optimism. That plucky, stupid optimism."

"Sam, why don't you go grab Cas so Florence Nightingale here can do her stuff?"

Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the dungeon with Rowena, and Dean sits at the table where her bags are. He plops his feet up on the desk, kicking her bag completely off the table. You stand by the doorway just watching her, and she seems particularly interested in you.

"You do recall our deal, eh? First I de-spell the angel, then I go free," she says to Dean without taking her eyes off you.

"Except for one thing."

"There were no exceptions in our arrangement," she glares at Dean.

"The book. I'm gonna need that baby back."

"The book was never mentioned in our negotiations."

"Now it is."

"Our deal says--"

"Our deal says whatever the fuck we want it to say," you growl and step forward. "You're gonna play by our rules."

"Or what? You'll use your magic on me? Come on, I'm not an idiot. You would have blasted me into next week if you could handle using magic again. The Scarlet Witch must have taken a lot out of you. Going down that dark road has got you scared, doesn't it?"

That shut you right up. You can't say anything to that because it's true. You're terrified to use magic again, and it doesn't help that she knows it. Dean looks at you and sees the ghostly look in your eyes.

"We'll call your son. We've got him on speed dial," Dean says.

"Call him. If I'm dead, you've got a big fat pile of nothing. No book ever, and your friend with the bent halo? He goes foaming-at-the-mouth mad and dies. Your turn!" She grins but Dean stares at her with a deadly glare. "Your eyes... so burdened. What happened precisely when I removed the Mark? The book wasn't specific. Yes, I read quite a bit of it. What new hell has Dean Winchester unleashed upon the world?"

"Shut up," you bite out.

"Dean! Y/N!" Sam rushes back into the dungeon with wide eyes. "I can't find Cas. He's not there. He broke free. He's gone."

"Shit," you curse and rub your arms. "We have to find him but I can't bring the kids with us. They're not safe with Rowena and Castiel."

"I'll stay here and watch them. You two go," Sam offers.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me do this for you. Go. It's okay."

"Let's go," Dean says to the witch.

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