#pulls over and gets out... cas following all confused

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Inspired by this post by @psychogirlfiend

To humans the inside of a microwave when it’s on is nothing special, just a glimpse into the spinning plate inside. Castiel knows this, because he was briefly human himself. Repowered, however, able to watch the interplay of radiation on fixed surfaces with focused attention, Cas has found that observing the reheating of a deflated burrito is equivalently interesting to watching fish at the aquarium, or birds at a feeder. This is why he almost lets Dean dislocate his own wrist.

“Ow! Jesus Christ, Cas!” Dean cries out from behind him, attracting Cas’s attention enough to turn from the microwave, and Cas belatedly registers that there had been a pull on his shoulder. Dean is cradling and rubbing his hand protectively, but he stretches it forward immediately when Cas reaches for it and heals it. “You’re addicted to that microwave. Did you even hear a word I was saying to you?”

Cas thinks. “Something about…ghouls?” 

“Yeah, they’re taking over Tampa, we’re heading out in 20. Man, that hurt like a bitch.”

“My apologies. I was distracted. I suppose this burrito will need to be ‘to-go’.” Cas goes to turn back to the microwave, but Dean stills him with a touch. He’s got a calculating expression as he scans over Castiel, the same as he gets as when he’s processing clues on a case. “Dean?”

Dean doesn’t reply, but he pushes Cas’s hip, directing him to stand flat against the counter, and follows him, close. Castiel’s pulse starts thudding in his ears. Dean takes Cas’s shoulder in hand and shakes him, then lifts his whole slack arm to do the same with that. Before Cas can latch onto the crazy idea that Dean’s going to entwine their hands, Dean drops his arm and takes hold of Cas’s chin. The idea of whatever Dean is going to do with him are only getting crazier: he can’t stop his gaze from sticking to Dean’s pink, partially open mouth. 

“Dean?” Cas asks again, shocking himself with the slight quiver in his voice, but again he is ignored. Dean tugs down with his fingers then pushes up with his thumb, getting Cas to open and close his mouth like a puppet at his will. It takes a lot of effort not to whimper at the thought, Dean using his body like a toy. Dean’s grip changes, and his thumb brushes lightly over Cas’s bottom lip in a casual sweep. His other hand firmly grabs the knot of Cas’s tie, and he draws Cas forwards with both holds, stepping back as he does until Cas has to stumble to not fall over. Cas is on the verge of knocking Dean’s hands aside and diving in for the kiss himself when Dean suddenly smirks, pats his cheek and lets him go completely, leaving Cas to straighten himself up a beat later.

“Huh. Interesting,” is all Dean says, grin spreading big all over his face, then spins on his heel and walk out, calling back over his shoulder, “You coming, Cas?”

He’s out the door before Cas can respond with a “yes”, correctly assuming his obedience.  The microwave beeps loudly behind him, knocking him out of his confused, fuzzy stillness. He packs the burrito in a bag, and follows in Dean’s footsteps in the direction of the garage. Anywhere Dean wants him, that’s where he wants to be.

[colorlessjay]

Soooo Sam gives his best man speech*, drops the “Dean almost (permanently) Romeo’s himself right before his Juliet (Cas) was able to get to a pay phone and let him know he was alive” bombshell…

And then Dean follows it up with this promise**? Or was Sam’s after?

Poor Cas, his wedding is full of so many punches to the heart (both good and bad punches lol)

Also! Speaking of heart punching moments…does Claire or Jack give Cas’s Person of Honor speech? Or do they co-write and “perform” one together? If it’s a collective effort, it’s either it’s a very compromised version or they take turns and it’s a RIDE of a speech lol.

* https://www.tumblr.com/colorlessjay/777011054887796736/did-sam-give-a-wedding-speech-i-like-to-think

** https://www.tumblr.com/colorlessjay/775257418117545984/did-dean-put-in-their-wedding-vows-that-cas-has-to

A little clarification on the wedding vows and best man speech

Dean says his vows first

but Cas didn't know he already killed himself a few times beforehand

Secondly, yes, Jack and Claire worked together on their speech. Jack wrote what he wanted to say in a checklist format, and Claire basically translated it for him into human speech

It's heartwarming and funny, talking about how Cas has be there for Jack and Claire despite his mistakes, and how Cas, even without needing to, acted as their father in times they needed him

how happy they both are to see their father figure get his happy ending even though "Cas could've done better" (Claire's words)

They talk about how though they don't see Dean as a dad, they're proud to call him family

Claire admits that she's glad Dean always pulled her out when she was in deep trouble and that she (begrudgingly) respects him

Jack says how much he admires Dean and views him as a role model. That he couldn't think of anyone else better to be Cas' forever

Obviously, in between, they talk about funny things, like how even they knew how down bad those two are for each other

They joke about custody and who's paying for Jack's college fund (which confuses Cas cause he didn't think God would wanna go to college)

Claire is all "And when you both are old and looking like pruns, I call dibs on the Impala."

While Jack is just "But not before I get a speeding ticket from it."

And they toast, and Cas is crying, and he hugs them both

Dean comes over to get in on the action, but Cas shoves him away and hogs all the hugs for himself

Claire begs for help cause Jack is also holding her hostage in this hug

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anyways, can you tell I dont go to weddings

psh psh

[willyoubemycherryy]

“I’ll watch over you.” (C. Novak)

Summary: A harmless invitation turns out to be very enlightening…

Contains: Fluff, Dean being a little mean, pining, GOD the pining, sleeping, reader sleeps easy bc she isn’t traumatized, accidentally and hopelessly in love secretly, dreaming, kissing, reader wants to kiss a few people, Dean and his stupid bets, unsolved emotions with everyone’s favorite angel baby

A/N- this is just the beginning. Im obsessed with him and I will be a fiend about it.

There was something so serene about it. The stillness, the silence, how the body warms while you’re completely at peace. Soundly sleeping.

This was something he couldn’t do with Dean.

He didn’t like when the angel watched him during unconsciousness and he wasn’t particularly keen about upsetting boundaries so when either brother would tire, he’d go occupy himself elsewhere. It wasn’t until you came along where he found not all people minded. It was also where he found a strange warmness in his chest, fuzzy and new.

The leads to the creature you were all hunting had been successful though more research had to be done and that would take time but since it was late enough, you all returned to where you were staying and begun to settle in. Sam was set up in the kitchen with his laptop and Dean got ready for his “4 hours” on the couch while he stood in the middle of the room. As he kicked off his boots, laying down Dean rolled to face him, pointing a finger in warning.

“I better not wake up to you watching me. You remember our talk? S’ creepy.” He shudders at the memory of all the times he woke in a start to just that. Castiel sitting quietly in the darkness with his eyes on him.

The angel nods, holding back a small sigh. He truly didn’t think it was a concern. Humans sleep, angels watch them. He personally felt it also helped to keep you all safe- him watching and guarding your mind- especially in your unconscious subconscious. He prepares to go somewhere else when you stroll by, making his heart pause in that curious way it does around you as you pull his tie on your way towards the room.

“Hey, just so you know- I don’t mind you watching me while I sleep.” His eyes widen and Sam’s stopped typing, looking up at attention, he exchanges an amused look with Dean. Castiel struggles to find a response for a beat, eventually coming up with;

“You don’t?” And your eyes seem to sparkle as you spin on your heel, turning your head over your shoulder, shaking your head as you smile. At him.

“Not at all.”

He watches you nudge the door open with your foot at the end of the short hallway before turning to him again.

“You coming, angel baby?” The room feels a bit different now and not just because he can feel the brothers grinning for some reason. Angel baby was your special alternative name for him that came from a song that you favored. You favored the song and he favored the name because he favored you. This time he actually is quiet, simply nodding and you go into the room to prepare yourself for sleep and he stands motionless. Almost hypnotized. Quietly processing until Sam coughs into his fist, Dean chuckling.

“Well? That’s your cue, go get ‘em tiger.” He furrows his brows in confusion because he wasn’t getting anything. Regardless, he follows after you. The door closing behind him with a soft click.

Inside, the room is dark and quiet. Curtains closed with your form laying still on the bed before you turn your head in his direction and pat the space next to you.

“Sorry in advance, my dreams are a real party sometimes.” Your soft voice whispers and he follows the call, bed dipping as he sits beside you and like always, you turn your head to find his eyes- even in the darkness you seek his face. It’s honestly a habit. Since the day you met Cas, you’ve been drawn to him. The pretty blue eyed angel Dean managed to charm down from heaven and onto his shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch over your parties as well.” You bite your lip and sigh. It comes out more longingly than you’d prefer but he sounds so sincere- like watching you was serious business. Snuggling deeper into the covers, you let the natural exhaustion of the day wash over you and close your eyes, breath evening out as intense blue eyes silently but softly watch. A witness of your easy decent to sleep.

It’s quiet. So quiet but there’s something about the quiet that comes so serenely- it’s utterly beautiful. Your every inhale is like a prayer. There’s a clench in his chest; a fondness he’s beginning to associate with you. Your back rises and falls as he listens and keeps count of your heartbeat while you breathe, eyes softening at the slow tempo and the way your expression could only soften this much during sleep and sleep alone and you were sharing this vulnerability with him. The vulnerability of that part of your mind where it was beyond consciousness to conceal.

It means more than you know.

True to his word, he does watch your dreams; shielding the unpleasant ones from entering and observing the ones that stayed. Small scenes and scenarios that became more detailed and vivid the longer you slept. They were very random too. One would start and seemingly have a plot before an entirely new one would begin. He recognized some of the people in them and others were stranger. Most had you in various roles. A florist, an ice skater, you with your siblings when you were smaller- he smiles at that, seeing your young life through gentle unbiased bright eyes- or one where you were wearing matching black suits with Sam or hanging around Bobby’s. There’s even one where you dream of you and your life as an angel but the more dramatic version with huge wings and white eyes. His eyebrow raises as he watches one where you and Pamela kiss. Hes noticed you always seem somewhat stricken by her when she comes around but you’d always insist it was because she was “just really cool” not because you “have it in” for her and he trusts you but the subconscious was telling.

You shift, breathe catching lightly before evening out again and your lashes flutter against your cheeks where they’ve fallen closed. On impulse and before he can truly comprehend the why of it, he strokes a finger down your cheek, the skin soft and warm from sleep and he’s rendered breathless by how effortlessly you captivate. Him, especially. He’s seen beauty everywhere as everything came from god and thus was made in his image but you…from the arch of your eyelids to the slope of your neck- the kind of loveliness you were made in made a hopeless fool of him.

You, yourself were a very open person. Not going out of your way to hide things about yourself and encouraging others to do the same. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you welcomed his odd habits but to him it was. A nice surprise, however.

In your next series of dreams, he sees himself. And there’s you. He freezes at how much closer you two are in the scene, the intimacy displayed being so casual and easy. Holding hands then sitting so close that you’re almost in his lap and his hands are low on your back and you’re talking before this time- it’s you and him that kiss.

The warmth in his chest is hotter now, coming in with an edge and something else he can’t accurately place but it isn’t unpleasant. After that, the scene changes completely and he’s seeing a lot of himself through your eyes. He doesn’t realize his lips have turned up but he’d get back to that later. The current focus being-

You think of him. Often.

His eyes widen as the next dream comes softer but this time it’s you and you alone- praying. Your mouth moves but your voice is light and he’s able to make some of it out but what’s clear as rain is; “…Castiel..”

You not only thought of him- you pray to him. He’s sure it’s more than fondness he feels for you. The way you think of him; your eyes and fingers as pens as you memorize him in every alphabet in every language and memorized your memories until they multiplied…

He suddenly misses you.

Yes, you’re right there but you’re somewhere not present with him and he doesn’t want to wake you since it’s only been a few hours, time passing by as he watched over you.

Now he had to decide to continue to watch over you or wake you. It would wait, though. Humans needed their rest and your wellbeing meant too much to him to disturb it. Besides, he had much to think on himself while you slept.

Starting with you.

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Meanwhile outside with dumb and dumber:

“It’s awful quiet in there..”, Dean gruffs out in the quiet space to Sam after getting only 3 of his 4 hours who just hums, flicking his eyes over to his brother with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“What did you expect? It’s Cas, Dean. She told him he could watch her sleep not watch her-“, he cuts himself off because he was not going there but the mischief in deans voice lets him know he has every intention of going there.

“Right but cmon look at her. She’s gorgeous-“,

“Dean-”, he warns but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And you know it too-”,

“Yeah but-”

“She could tempt the robes off a priest-”

“DEAN!” Sam exasperates and Dean throws a hand up in defense.

“I’m just saying a woman like that invites oblivious lover boy to watch her sleep…”

“And?”

“And it writes itself!” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of your vitamin water that you left on the table.

“You think they’re gonna get together or somethin’?” Dean lets out a sharp whistle, snapping before he points at him.

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s bet on it.”

“…alright. I’ll bite. How much?” Dean hums,

“200. A hundred for both.” Oh boy. Here they go again.

“You really are sure. So 200$ says they’ll get together-“

“Or kiss”, Dean cuts him off and he rolls his eyes.

“Right. Or kiss and if they don’t you gotta pay up?”

“Yup. If she and Cas or she and you don’t end up kissing eventually then you can make my pockets hurt.” Wait. Sam looks around in confusion, brows furrowing as he jerks his neck back.

“What- wait, why me??” Dean gives him a look that makes him feel like he missed something significantly obvious.

“Remember the black suit you wore when we went undercover 2 weeks ago? Should’ve seen the look in her eyes-”

“Alright alright,” Sam cuts him off, feeling the back of his neck warm as he fights a flush.

“Deal.”

Yeah. Here they go again.

[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (9)

originally post on my old account, posting twice weekly :)

Alexia’s POV 

“You alright there capi?” Lucy giggled watching as I gripped my glass tighter and tighter. 

“I’m fine Lucia.” Gritted through teeth. 

Jealousy was freely flowing through my veins. Why did Misa and Alba get to dance with her like that? I wanted it to be me and only me. I wasn’t usually possessive, but Amelia made me do irrational things. 

As Amelia almost fell over her own feet on the dance floor, Misa grabbed her waist. That was it. I’d had enough. 

“Ale, stop. She’s having fun.” Keira placed a hand on my chest as soon as I got up. “Let her enjoy this.“

“No. She’s too drunk, I’m taking her home.” Pushing passed Keira was quiet easy, considering she was shorted and less muscular. 

By the time I pushed through the bodies on the dance floor, Alba had gone back to the bar leaving Misa and Amelia grinding on each other. She smiled at me and reached her arm out to invite me. 

“No. We are going home. Let’s go.” I tugged her arm, pulling her out of Misa’s grip. 

“Ale stop. I don’t want to go home yet.” 

“I don’t care. Let’s go. I’ll drag you out if I have to.” She gave up the fight, letting me pull her through the crowd, past our friends who were all watching on, very confused and not understanding what was happening. By the time we were outside she was starting to fight back. 

“Alexia! Alexia stop! What is wrong with you?” 

“You! You’re what is wrong with me!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Alexia?” She scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest. She was mad. 

“Forget about it. Just get in the car and let me take you home. Please.” 

Shaking her head and refusing to move, “no. You don’t get to say that and then tell me to forget about it. You’re an adult Alexia. use your words.” 

“I am in love with you! No one is you. Jesus!” 

“Alexia no. You love Olga. She is your person, not me.” 

“Olga broke up with me.” I say quietly. Not quite ready to admit the truth. She could see I loved her, but I was in love with you. 

“She broke up with you because you love me.” It almost sounded like she was trying to make sense of it herself.  

“I have always loved you Amelia. Even when you left me, I didn’t stop loving you. You tore my heart out of my fucking chest and all I wanted was you. All I want is you. I can’t keep being just friends with you. Maybe because your eyes remind me so much of the nights we fell asleep wrapped in each other's warmth Or maybe when you smile it makes my body shiver because I know that smile used to be because of me. I can't see that with my eyes and pretend like it's ony. Because it's not. I can't be just friends with you, because every time I see you I fall in love again." 

The tears were running down both our faces. Silence engulfed us. 

“Please say something mil.” It came out more like a sob. 

“Alexia, I ca-“ 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Keira’s engulfed Mil in a hug, Alba and Lucy standing either side of them. Keira’s face was mad, Lucy’s was sad and Alba she was unreadable. 

“Take me home please Kei.” With that, Keira turned them both around, walking away and leaving me there, again. 

“Wait Mil please!” I tried to go after them but Lucy’s hand caught my arm. 

“Stop Ale. She’s drunk, let Keira take her home and you can have the conversation later. Come on, I’ll take you home.” Lucy was firm but soft. Not waiting to push too much. 

Alba chewed me out in the drive home. I wasn’t even listening to be honest. The tears never stopped falling, all I could think about was Amelia. What would have happened if we’d tried sooner? Or if she never left? It had always been here, I knew it from the moment I met her but I was with Jenni then. 

Lucy left after dropping alba and I at my apartment. It was a horrible ride in the elevator. Alba wouldn’t stop. She didn’t stop when we got inside, or when I walked away from her, she just followed and continued to chew me out. 

“Alba stop! I fucked up okay. I love her and I have for years. I don’t need you telling me over and over again that I fucked up. I am well aware of that fact.” 

“You love her? What about Olga?” 

“She broke up with me. 3 weeks ago.” 

“Ale-“

“No don’t! I don’t need your pity right now. I need you to tell me what to do to fix this. I can’t lose Amelia again. I can’t go through that pain again. Alba please help me fix this.” The last sentence came out as a whisper, a sob was caught in the back of my throat and as soon as Alba wrapped her arms around me, it all came crashing down. 

I was going to lose Amelia. Again.  

[yanderefarm]

.......imagine combining potatoing and the limited amount of words idea, cocksleeves dont need to talk after all :)

that lends so well into my love of making potatos dumber. like going from fully articulated man to a soft little thing that squirms and whines instead of using his words.

this became a whole thing. so enjoy you filthy animals. /lh

cw;; nsft, dead dove, amputation, electrocution, torture, unsanitary

i like that with achilles especially because for him this is the ultimate fantasy the best scenario in his world. completely dependent on you because you chose to take away his autonomy. but he still talks like he's a respectful member of society and not like he's a glorified cock sleeve, its not acceptable.

he also gets to ease into it, starting him with a good amount of words and slowly lowering it. but it gets even lower than noemie did because he doesn't even need to say pleasantries. good morning, good night, hello, its unnecessary. he needs to say yes, please, im sorry, and thank you and that's it. if he tries to waste his words on stupid things like no or stop he's going to end up punished in two ways.

it's fun to show off to your followers the sight of him using up his words. it's just a normal stream, you're playing games and in your lap is your cute little toy. everyone knows your cock is currently buried in your human onahole but you're not bouncing him or even moving, just letting him sit on your lap. someone asks how many words he has left today and so you check. it looks like he's been conservative today and he has about 10 left. so it's time to waste those precious words of your dumb toy. you make him look at the chat and people can pay for him to say things, of course you don't want them to use up all ten in one go so it's limited. the fun of watching him slowly fuck himself over begins.

"how are you doing today, pet?"

he blinks his pretty eyes and swallows.

"uhmm good..?"

"are you having fun?"

"yes!"

"what are you doing right now?"

you give him a good thrust to remind him. he gasps and whimpers with saliva dripping out of his mouth.

"mm.. t-taking master's co-cock."

that's 5.

"do you love your master?"

"yes!!"

"are you happy to be a fuck toy?"

"yes!!"

"do you ever regret losing your limbs?"

he looks back at you as best he can with a pout.

"you can say no this time." you assure him.

"no! i don't!"

that's the other 5.

"how many words do you have left?"

he blinks in confusion like he doesn't know what game you've all been playing.

"10."

that was the very last word. so you press him against your desk and push your cock even deeper into him. everyone is watching you remind him, everyone can see him and they know he's a sex toy.

"tell them thank you."

he's struggling with your cock now slamming into him making his entire body shake.

"tell them thank you." you say more sternly directing his slutty face to the camera.

"th-thank-"

the word barely leaves his mouth and he screams as the electricity buzzes through his body. that also earns him a hard slap on the ass.

"are you an ungrateful bitch? you need to be a good boy and say thank you properly."

"th-thank yyyYOUUU-"

another slap to accompany the shocks.

"thank you for watching this useless cock sleeve."

"ca-caaant-"

he's crying now as you continue to punish him along with the painful shocks. your relentless pounding of his tight hole doesn't stop either it's an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

you pull him all the way onto your cock and sit back in your chair.

"tell me you can't again. see what happens."

"sowwy"

his voice is hoarse as his entire body twitches and writhes with the pain.

"now say it."

"tha-thank y-" a scream. "you fffforr-" more sobbing. "waaaaaatchingggggahh-" his body slumped forward but you pulled him back. "th-thisssss u-" his head fell against your shoulder as his body arched away from the pain. "useless-" he was flailing to get away from it. "co-coooock sleeeeeeeeveee-"

you watched as the poor toy couldn't help but release his bladder all over his stubby thighs and your lap.

"oh no... i think achilles wants to be punished even more."

[lukie17]

Have fun

Prey

Ever since the infection had destroyed Linkon by making all the males act in their own instinct, your husband, Caleb had been one of the ones who was infected. With the help of the Hunter Association and the Fleet you had managed to find Caleb and even capture him.

The one who was the sweet man, who always woke up at the crack of dawn to make you breakfast was now tied down like a wild animal. Watching your every move, pondering your movements, thank God that his evol had been surpresed by the infection.

"You still keep this" your fingers pulling his dog tag "Why?"

Yet no answer came from him, only a feral gaze that made you shiver. Pushing down the fear, knowing that he was restrained, you let your frustration out. All the hours spent worried about him, yearning for him and wondering if he was going to be the same Caleb that you knew once.

"Answer me!" Your hand brushing his chin, a touch that was never meant to be for him "Why did you kept it?!"

The red lights of the alarm made you turn away, the warning from the speakers clear as the day "Breach of perimeter. All personal must evacuate immediately..." The screams of your allies could be heard in the distance along with the maniac laugh of the infected. You ran to the center of the room, where a screen showed how the infected had gotten in as if they were looking for something or someone. Somehow they have been able to get in, right after you had seized Caleb...

The cage was now empty, the chains tossed in the middle of it, the door wide open, yet Caleb was no where to be seen. Raising your weapon you walked towards the cage, you had made sure that Caleb was really restrained, the chains were not broken, so how was he able to free himself?

Strong arms encircled your figure as they pressed you against something warm and hard. The sudden and unknown pressure in your hands made you drop your weapon, you tried to move, tried to fight, but your body was not answering.

"Did you seriously think that you could cage me, pipsqueak?" His lips hovering over your ear, a teasing bite before his grip on you tightening "I thought that the greatest hunter in Linkon would put a fight. if it wasn't you, I would have been disappointed and already kill you, you should be glad" his tone teasing and mocking, despite that there was hint of affection on his tone. His face making his way to your neck, leaving a red mark that would never fade.

Even though he wasn't the same Caleb, even though the infection had changed your husband, your body aching for him, and he knew it.

"Why? How?"

"Let's say that I missed you..." the chains that once were on the floor, now were flooring around like serpents "... Missed the way you feel, pipsqueak..." Caleb turn you around to put a collar in your neck " I was craving for you, needed you back, but I knew you were not going to come to me so willingly... So I had to play along, did you really think that I would get caught so easily

"Caleb... Ughh" the mark in your neck was pulsing, aching in a way that you never expect making you react in a strange way. As your body trembled, Caleb took away the pressure with his evol, your hands clinging to him to not fall "What did you?"

He laughed at the sight of you. Yet Caleb did not speak, enjoying the view, he know that the infection had only affected men, women were immune, until one day one of his followers bite his wife, making her all submissive and needy for him. Since that day, Caleb had wanted to get to you, yet he contained himself, wanting to play with you for a little bit, making you think you had the upper hand.

"How much I have missed you, pipsqueak"

The fog on your mind only got stronger, violent, making you confuse, unable to resist, to fight back and bring back the old Caleb. A new feeling took place, the one feel Caleb, to be with Caleb, to let Caleb take you.

"Ca-Caleb!" You were so pathetic, the infection running now in your blood had ruined you and Caleb did not want it any different.

"Shhh, pipsqueak. Caleb's is home"

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Unwinding

Dr. Lawrence Gordon x Apprentice!Reader NSFW

Prompt: Lawrence wants to keep reader safe after tagging along on one of their missions. Giving her a hotel card for them to meet up after everything is done.

CW: nipple play, p in v, creampie,

a/n: I CRAVE more Lawrence in the new Saw movie, I need him back. I need MORE apprentice Larry!!! PLEASE TWISTED PICTURES HEAR MY PLEES!!!!!!!!! anywho- I dont hype him up often on here, but when I originally watched the movies as a preteen I loved Larry so much he was one of my favorite characters but it made me mad he cheated on his wife. now I'm a chainshipper, weird how we change

~~~

Long day. What an understatement.

You had been instructed by John to scout out another victim he had hand picked. Tagging along with Amanda to discreetly kidnap them from their job. Lawrence had warned you about the security of the building. Offering to be the one driving the two of you to the site. Amanda wanted no part of Lawrence's involvement, but you did not mind it.

Lawrence had been a pivotal part of your adaptation and healing post game. Mending the injuries you had taken during your game. Calming you down from the persistent panic attack over taking your nerves as your hands were covered in blood. Body having some deep gashes and hair stained dark with blood that you were not even sure was yours. Gloved hands flattening along your hair as he gently cleaned you up. Washing off your revealed body to make sure he could tend to all your wounds. Something rather intimate for someone you did not even know.

You had no idea surviving something so horrific would lead you into a new line of work. Being scouted in by the Jigsaw killer you heard about on the news. Finding some form of stability in your previously hectic life. Butting heads with some of your new colleagues, but never Lawrence. He had a soft spot for you. Taking care of you in anyway he could. Always agreeing with your ideas. Sending Mark and Amanda off to some of the more dangerous situations as to not put you in danger.

"I'm going with you, that's final," Lawrence put his foot down to Amanda. The three of you dressed in your black robes. Mark stood off in the distance tinkering with some gadget for a game that would occur later this week. Audibly rolling his eyes at the fight going on amongst you. John sat in the corner of the room taking in breath from his oxygen tank. Silently watching the two of them argue.

"What are you even going to be able to help with? Not like you can provide any muscle, cripple," Amanda hissed at him. Angry at him questioning her competence.

"Amanda, that'e enough," John finally intervened. His weak voice still powerful in pulling all your attention to him. Amanda's face contorted in confusion and frustration, "But-"

"I'm instructing the three of you to go together. You and Y/N can handle getting them, then Dr. Gordon can set the trap up," John coughed with his words. His statement being final say in what was going to happen. Lawrence had to fight the grin begging to creep upon his face. Amanda was speechless, storming off. Lawrence gave you a secret look with a smile. You blushed at his blue eyes.

You and Lawrence followed a distance behind Amanda towards the car. Silent in the long hallways other than the click of Dr. Gordon’s cane against the floor. You had a grueling night ahead of you. Amanda slammed the double doors open, Larry put his cane in front of you to stop you. Allowing the doors to shut before he spoke.

“I want you to be safe. You can handle getting them, I have no doubt about that. But I want you to go here while you wait for the trap to be set up,” he slipped you a room card for a nearby hotel, “You know just as well as I do, Amanda won’t let me do this alone. It’s dangerous for three of us to try and leave the location. I’ll meet you there when everything is done so we can get you out of there.”

You shyly nodded, stowing the card away in your tight back pocket. Blushing at the thought of sharing a hotel room with the doctor. Knowing you would not be staying there long. Fantasizes filled your mind.

…

The night has went accordingly. Capturing the person you were sent for, making sure to fill them with enough narcotic that they would not fight back. Departing from Amanda and Lawrence hesitantly after you got them shoved in the trunk.

You paced around the room of the dingy hotel. Somewhere you could stay without a trace. Leaving your robes and mask behind in the car. You worried for the two of them. They were not exactly the best team together. No where near as bad as Amanda and Mark, but still a lack of respect between them.

The knock he had told you would signal it was him made you jump out of your skin. Walking over and looking through the peephole, seeing Lawrence with disheveled hair from the mask he wore behind removed.

You unlocked the deadbolt. Allowing him to open the door on his own. His defeated figure painted the doorway. Limping inside the room. No words being spoken between you. He was clearly distressed. His cane clanked louder than before.

Larry sighed harshly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Laying back onto the old mattress. Cane propped against the edge of the mattress. Black cloak draping off his sides revealing his shirt underneath. Noticing how it was ever so slightly untucked. Your eyes fixated on the bit of bare tummy showing. Swirling around in your stomach with your infatuation for him.

"Did you get it all set up?" You broke the stiff silence in the room.

The doctor sighed again. Head tilting to look at you, "Not without Amanda telling me a million different ways to do it."

You smiled softly at him. Amanda believed she was John's favorite, often making her cocky. You knew better than anyone that Lawrence was John's true favorite. He was the one who made most of the traps and games possible. Having connections and abilities that far surpassed all of yours. You admired how he overcame so much.

"This was one of the most stressful weeks I've had since... well, you know," he gestured towards his amputated leg. A defeated chuckled escaped his lungs. Body sore and tired. Amanda forcing him to do most of the heavy lifting out of spite for him taking over the mission.

Your mind wandered. Eyes dancing down from his exposed skin to his groin. Imaging what he was hiding under his slacks. Thinking of taking a chance with him.

You walked over, standing directly in front of his flattened body. Watching his chest rise and fall with the breaths filling his lungs. Crawling onto his lap and straddling his hips. Lawrence's hands instinctively ran up your thighs, resting on your hips. Deep blue eyes meeting your lust blown ones.

"What is it, Y/N?"

Your hands ghosted up his body, resting against his shoulders. "I can help you relieve some stress, Doctor," you batted your lashes at him.

Lawrence's jaw tensed as he chuckled softly to himself. "And how exactly are you gonna do that, darling?"

He was agging you on. Clearly enjoying the closeness of your bodies. Your fingers traveled to his buttons, undoing them slowly down his chest. Once complete, your hands grazed up his torso kneading his soft flesh. Lips falling against his clavicle, kissing along his neck. Deep moans formed inside him. One of his hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. Forcing your lips against his. Feverish kisses were exchanged between you. Lawrence’s tongue darting between your lips as he lapped into your mouth.

You began grinding your hips down on his groin. Feeling his semi-hard cock against your core. His sounds of enjoyment vibrated your lips. You ran your nails down his exposed torso. His hands tugged at your shirt, urging you to pull it over your head. You undressed your upper half for him. Throwing your shirt somewhere in the floor behind you. Hands reaching around to awkwardly undo the clasp of your bra. Exposing your bare breasts to him. His eyes fixated on your chest. Leaning forward and taking one of your nipples between his lips. Tongue flicking and sucking at the tender bulb. Pulling quick and squeaky moans from you. Jaw hanging open as you locked eyes with him. His mouth shifting over to the other to give them the same attention.

You sat straight up, scooting so that you could reach his belt and zipper. Staring at how his erection pressed firmly against the seem. Begging to be freed from its confides. Your nails clanged against the metal belt buckle. Slowly and sensually pulling down his zipper. Lawrence had himself propped up on his elbows making sure he could watch as you crawled back down into the floor, pulling his trousers down his legs with you. Tent pitched up in his boxer-briefs. The tip of his cock leaking precum darkening the soft fabric.

You removed your own bottoms, fully taking off your pants and underwear. Soaked core tingling against the cold air of the room. You rested your hands on his thighs, towering over him on the bed. Hand wrapping around his member through his underwear. Lawrence’s face contorted in pleasure as your hand wrapped and twisted around his shaft. “Yes— God— yes,” he chanted to you. You took your lip between your teeth, adoring all the grunts and moans coming from the man below you.

Deciding to mount him once more. Bare pussy resting against his thighs framing his cock. Deep blue eyes met yours as his jaw hung open.

“Can I fuck you, Doctor Gordon?”

“Fuck— please,” his soft eyes pleaded with you. Fingertips pulling the elastic down his legs, cock springing free. Bouncing slightly as is curved towards his stomach. Thick and swollen. Aching for some attention from you. You pumped it in your hand for a moment, thumb swirling around the leaking head. Moving to be grinding him between your slick folds. Moaning each time the head rubbed against your clit. Thick fingers dug into your hips as he moved along with your body. Chest harshly rising and falling with each hard breath he took in.

Your fingers wrapped around his base, lining him up with your entrance. Sinking down onto his girth. Stretching your walls and needing to adjust to his size. You squinted your eyes shut at the feeling of him, silently morphing your mouth into an O. Slowly hopping up and down to get yourself adjusted, finally feeling him slide all the way inside. Your hands gripped at his chest to balance.

“You’re so tight, dear,” Lawrence praised as his head fell back onto the mattress. Finding a rhythm that fit you. Lewd and sloppy sounds filled the room. Lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the hilt. Tits bouncing around your chest as your smacked together.

Lawrence’s finger outlined your hips, sliding down to your sensitive nub. Circling it gentle but firm. Causing you to arch your back and call out to him. Panting his name as you grinded down quicker against him. “‘M gonna make you cum around my cock,” he panted. Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his torso, grazing down to his plush stomach. Soft hair dancing along the pads of your fingers.

One of his hands curved under your thigh, urging you to go higher. Lawrence’s eyes fixated on where the two of you met. How his cock was covered in your juices and how you looked taking him inside you. Helping you bounce up and down on him, fingers never ceasing their pace on your clit. A sexual coil wound up. Feeling your legs begin shaking when he would hit that perfect spot. The head of his cock pressing against that spongy place that had you seeing stars.

“You have the perfect cock, Doctor,” you whined. Throat tightening as you continued closer to your finish line. Lawrence smiled below you, tongue coming out to glaze his teeth.

“I could fuck you forever. Keep you all to myself. Make sure no one ever hurts you again,” Lawrence’s fingers danced along the scars on your stomach from your trap. Swearing with gritted teeth at the memory. Hands praised your figure. Promising to keep you close to him.

“I’m so close,” you huffed.

“I know, dear. I can feel you,” Lawrence smiled up at you. Eyes immediately falling back down to where he penetrated you. You were a few more swirls of fingers away from your end. Chest tingling with arousal.

“Can I cum inside you?” Lawrence asked, locking sincere blue eyes with yours. You nodded silently unable to form words. Lawrence began snapping his hips up into yours. Ruthlessly fucking you to your orgasm. Heat washed down your skin as you screamed a moan. Rutting your hips forward against his ever moving fingers. Cock nestled as deeply as possible, feeling your walls constrict around him. Loving the warmth of your climax coating his cock. Shortly starting fucking up into you again.

Your body spasmed as he thrusted into your sensitive core. Lawrence sputtered as he held you flush against his groin. Cock twitching and shooting sticky hot white all over your insides. Your pussy still in aftershock, practically milking every drop out of him. “You take it so well,” Lawrence mewled. Stretching his neck back as his fingers dug into your skin, begging to break it.

Both of you panting heavily. Savoring the afterglow. Large hands petted your skin. You rest forward keeping his softening length inside you. Your fronts completely pressed together. Lawrence kissed your head tenderly. Adoring the way you perfectly melted to his fronts. Both your bodies covered in sweat.

“You’ve definitely relieved some stress for me, love,” Lawrence joked. You smiled leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I owe you my life, Lawrence. I’d do anything to make you happy,” you softly spoke against his body.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading!! I love Larry and look forward to writing more for him. If you have any requests, please shoot them my way! //

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

You and Irene have been dating for a while now but only have gone as far as making out because you wanted your take things slow and of course, she was ok with that. But, one day during a heated making out sessions where things started escalating further and Irene tried to pull away, you told her you were ready to take the next step with her which led to your first time together(soft smut please)

Eyes locked, hands locked

CW: Irene x gn!reader, fluff, soft smut, suggestive, nsfw

You take a deep breath as your eyes open, the lights blinding you immediately. You look around in confusion for a moment before you realize where you are. Stretching, you sit up, feeling a bit refreshed from your nap. You yawn and pick up your phone, scrolling through it for a minute before you get up and head to the kitchen where you hear the clattering of the utensils and find Irene there, mixing the batter of a cake.

“Baby”, you greet her, hugging her from behind and slump your head on her shoulder.

She giggles, “you are awake already? I was hoping to surprise you with a cake.”

“This is why you are so amazing. But why a cake all of a sudden?”, you ask squeezing her a little.

She then pulls away a little from you and frowns, “You forgot?”, she keeps frowning and sighs.

Your entire life flashes before your eyes, “No I didn’t, it’s….its the day”, you struggle while Irene stares at you blankly, “our anniverrr”, you notice her slight shake of the head, “-sery is obviously not today so it’s..your birthday-I’m just kidding, it’s…”, you rack your brains trying to remember what on earth could the occasion be.

Then Irene breaks down in laughter, “I was just teasing, I’m making the cake for fun silly”.

You sigh in relief and then stare at her in disbelief which only causes her to giggle more. “You’ll pay for that”

She smiles, “how”, she asks as she puts the batter in the baking tray and in the oven.

“With kisses. So many. I hope you have enough or else”, you try to look menacing but she just chuckles and pinches your cheeks.

“I guess only one way to find out”, she says, poking your nose and running off to the bedroom invitingly.

You follow her, trying not to smile and find her sitting on her bed, smiling and beckoning you to join her and you oblige.

Moments later you both are making out lovingly, both of your hands wandering aimlessly at each other’s body. You pull away from her lips and begin to kiss her neck. Gently biting to leave a mark and Irene whimpered and moaned as you did before pushing you away all of a sudden.

You look at her confused and she’s completely red. “W-wait,…what are you doing”, she asks not making eye contact.

You smile and sigh, “what do you think”.

“But….”, she cuts herself off and purses her lips, considering your words…looks up at you for a second and then jumps at you kissing you deeply and you both continue from where you left off.

Within a minute she’s on top of you, unwillingly to let your lips part while she runs her hands over your bare chest. She then yelps as you push her back and get on top of her again, her hands and legs wrapped around you tightly as you begin to show her a whole new world.

About 20 minutes later, somehow between all the panting and moaning, the two of you are interrupted by the alarm Irene had set for the cake. You sigh, hesitant to move away from between her legs.

“Hey….the ca-…the cake”, Irene pants out, her face sweating and flushed as she reaches down to tap your head.

You kiss your teeth and she chuckles, standing up shyly and shakily, covering herself with the blanket as she goes to switch the oven off. When she comes back, she sits on the edge of the bed nervously, pursing her lips and looking at you through her peripherals, not letting go of the blanket.

You smirk at her shyness, “what’s with the blanket baby?”.

She sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically, shifting away from you.

You chuckle and sit up behind her, wrapping your arms around her, “Feeling shy now?”

“Shut up…”, she says not looking at you. “You just…without any hesitation…making me feel that way.”, a slight pout on her flushed face as she glances at you.

“You taste amazing if that’s what you were-hey!”, you laugh as she interrupts you by turning around and pushing you over, climbing on top of you.

“And teasing me so much when it’s my first time. And then you wonder why I’m shy. I bet you would be a mess too if I did that to you.”, she blurts out impulsively but her voice quietening down with bc every word.

You bite your lips and grin, “if that’s a challenge I accept-wh-”, you get silenced as Irene shushes you her finger.

“Yes. That is a challenge. And if I can’t..well I’ll keep going till I can do that to you. So..”, she begins to sink lower, heading towards your waist, “be good and don’t make much noise or else I’ll have to”, she bites her lip, “or you know what, make whatever noise you like. I want to know I’m making you feel that way”.

And then the really long night for you began, not that you were even going to think of complaining…

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Touch Of An Angel - Castiel X GN Reader

Title: The Touch Of An Angel

Castiel X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Sam and Dean

WC: 2,224

Warnings: Reader is upset, bad day, cursing, banter, teasing, oblivious Castiel, nicknames, comfort, crying, confession, italics, mini angst, and fluff

The bunker’s heavy door groaned open, and you stormed in, fists clenched and a scowl plastered on your face. Sam and Dean exchanged a wary glance, wisely stepping aside as you plowed through. Today was one of those days where every little thing felt like sandpaper grating against your nerves, and by the time you had returned to the bunker with Sam and Dean, you were already a little more than halfway to snapping, exploding, imploding, and everything in between.

You couldn’t put your finger on a single reason for feeling this way. There were just small little things - small little frustrations - that had been slowly piling up; turning the entire day into a drawn-out test of patience and sound of mind, that, in the end, you failed.

And, honestly, you didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Once you had felt better, you’d make sure to apologize to the boys for snapping at them, but for now, you just needed some time alone and some space. 

Sam and Dean watched as you huffed all the way to your room, the aura of seething tension following behind you, thankfully leaving them; your bedroom door was then heard slamming shut. Both Dean and Sam let out deep breaths, their shoulders dropping in relief.

"Why is Y/N upset?" 

"Jesus!" Dean jumped at the unexpected appearance of Castiel, who stared down at the hallway, a confused little frown on his face. 

"Cas, you have to stop doing that," Sam breathed out, a hand over his heart. 

Dean nodded, "You're gonna give one of us a damn heart attack."

Castiel paused only for a moment, taking in the brothers' warnings with that signature head tilt and furrowed brow.

"They just had a long day, Cas," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he sat his gun down on a nearby table, "They might not be in the best mood for company."

"Yeah," Dean added, "Maybe just give ‘em some space, huh? For your sake. And ours." He muttered that last part out.

But, Castiel's gaze drifted back down the hallway to your room, where the silence hung thick in the air. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, his presence was precisely what you needed right now. With a determined set to his jaw, he turned and strode down the hall.

Dean threw his hands up in resignation, "Fine, go on then. Just don't say we didn't warn you."

Sam exchanged a look with his older brother, "Think he's got a chance of making it out of there without getting his head bitten off?"

Dean huffed, his hands on his hips, "Nah." Dean shook his head as Castiel disappeared down the hallway, muttering to Sam, “Well, good luck to him. I’m hittin’ the shower. Order us a pizza or somethin’, will ya, Sammy?” Sam just chuckled, pulling out his phone as Dean headed off.

Without hesitation - and without remembering to knock - Castiel opened the door and stepped inside. He paused when he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, freshly showered and in your pajamas, shoulders slumped, head buried in your hands. 

Castiel’s expression softened as he looked at you, his instinct telling him that words wouldn’t be helpful right now. Moving cautiously, he lowered himself onto the bed beside you, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you two. He didn’t speak, didn’t even make a sound, just sat there quietly.

After a moment, you peeked out from behind your hands, just enough to glance at him, and though you didn’t say a word, the tiniest hint of relief flickered in your eyes.

Silently, he opened his arms out to you. The gesture was simple, unassuming, but it was so very him. Castiel didn’t push, didn’t demand anything from you. He was just there.

You let out a breath as the weight of the day began to catch up with you. The whole day, nothing but thing after thing that pushed down on your shoulders and weighed heavily on your mind and soul. You were tired…

Without overthinking, or even thinking at all, you leaned into him, and immediately you felt at peace. Your arms circled around his waist, fingers squeezing the fabric of his trench coat. It was soft against your cheek, smelling faintly of rain and something else that was just so Castiel; you took in a deep breath. His arms wrapped around you, firm yet gentle; you almost felt like you were going to cry. 

Castiel’s hand moved slowly, tentatively, brushing along your back in soothing circles as if he was still unsure whether such a human comfort was helping - but it was. You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him, to try and explain, but he beat you to it.

“You don’t have to speak,” He murmured, his deep voice low and comforting, rumbling through his chest, “But you are not alone.”

The simplicity of his words made your chest tighten, a lump forming in your throat. You nodded against him, letting a few tears escape - tears you’d been holding back for too long.

Castiel didn’t flinch, didn’t rush you, just held you as long as you needed. His presence said all the things words couldn’t: I see you. I’m here. And you are safe.

Your arms tightened around him, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his trench coat. The tears that had been freely flowing moments ago now began to slow, leaving only little sniffles. You let out a deep exhale. 

Castiel held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And then, just as you started to pull yourself back together, he continued to surprise you. His hand, that had been soothingly running circles on your back, lifted to run gently through your hair. You leaned into the touch, rubbing your cheek against the coat, and his chest. 

But, it was his next action that stole your breath. Without a word, Castiel leaned down and pressed his lips softly against the top of your head. The gesture was light, fleeting, but again, there. He lingered there for just a moment, before pulling back slightly, his hand still resting in your hair, his other secure around you.

“You are stronger than you know,” He murmured, his voice almost a whisper, “But, if you even feel as if you can not carry all the weight, just pray for me. And I will be there.”

And in that moment, you believed him. Of course you believed him. Completely. Whole-heartedly. 

Slowly, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, meeting his eyes. The look in his eyes, the intensity, it made your heart stutter; a mix of gratitude and something deeper pooling in your chest.

You had always felt something for Castiel, ever since the moment you first met him, when your eyes first found his. With every lingering glance, every soft-spoken word, every small act of care and kindness he offered without hesitation sent your heart soaring and burning.

It was the way he always seemed to gravitate toward you. The way he’d join you for the simplest things - sitting together in comfortable silence while you read, sharing late-night cups of tea in the bunker kitchen, or joining you for one of your movie nights. They were little things, moments that could almost be explained away as friendship - but they weren’t. Not really.

There was just something about those moments, something unspoken but undeniably there. It lingered in the way he would lean a little closer when you spoke, in the way hs hand would brush yours just a second too long when passing something, and in the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful of all of God’s creations; which was quite a feat, since before he met you, he thought all of God’s creations were beautiful.

“Thank you, Cas,” You said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. You paused, searching for the right words, “For being here, For… Always supporting me.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that curious, endearing way of his. “You don’t need to thank me,” He replied earnestly. “Caring for you is-” He hesitated, as if searching for the right human phrase. “It’s important to me.”

Your heart gave another flutter, and before you could even lose your nerve, you leaned forward and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to his cheek. When you pulled back, your bashfulness caught up with you, and you immediately dropped your gaze, your hands slipping from around him and curling into your lap.

“I- uh, sorry. I just-” You stammered, your cheeks growing hotter by the second.

But Castiel didn’t move away. He didn’t lash, didn’t scold you, nor did he dash out of the room screaming for his life. He didn’t even look confused or uncomfortable. Instead, he blinked, his expression softening even further. And a small, almost subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“There is no need to apologize,” He spoke, the warmth in his voice made your heart feel like it might burst; he brushed your hair behind your ear. “You are extraordinary.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean sat sprawled on the couch, waiting for the pizza Sam called to arrive, half-watching the TV as a cheesy action flick played in the background. They both turned when they heard two sets of footsteps, and their jaws practically hit the floor.

You and Castiel entered the room, your arms casually looped through his, a bright, radiant smile lighting up your face - one they hadn’t seen in far too long. Castiel, for his part, looked uncharacteristically relaxed, his usual stoicism replaced by a faint, content expression.

“Ooooh, one of my favorites!” You exclaimed, your eyes lightning up as you spotted the movie playing on the screen. Without hesitation, you let go of Casitel’s arm and jumped onto the couch, plopping yourself down with a cheerful bounce. “Sorry for snapping at you both, by the way.”

The brothers just stared at you for a moment, watching as you completely got lost in the movie before you, then you looked at Castiel, then back at you; their shock was almost comical. Dean leaned forward, squinting at the angel as if he were trying to solve some sort of puzzle. Which he actually was terrible at, Sam was the puzzle man.

“Okay,” Dean started, gesturing between the two of you. “What the hell did you do, Cas? To make Y/N look like… Like that?”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, grabbing a spare pillow and hugging it to your chest, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Like you just won the lottery or something.” Sam said, clearly just as baffled as Dean.

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “Y/N didn’t win the lottery,” He spoke, sort of confused, “I just listened.” He said simply, as though that explained everything, in which it hadn’t.

Dean raised an eyebrow as you went straight back into your movie, “Listened? That’s it? Did we miss somethin’? Did you use, like, angel magic or-?”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head, he was beginning to see what could’ve possibly happened here. “Maybe Cas just has the touch.”

Dean sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to the TV, the movie now only half-holding his attention. “The touch of an angel.” He teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Castiel furrowed his brow, tilting his head in that way he always did when he was trying to figure out what Dean was saying. “I am an angel.” He stated plainly, his tone serious.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle harder at Castiel’s words, while Sam threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, Cas, we know! It’s just an expression!” Dean barked, grinning.

Castiel’s gaze shifted between brothers, still clearly trying to piece it together. “Then why say it if it’s already evident?” 

Sam shook his head, “Never change, Cas, never change.” He muttered.

Dean turned to Castiel with a grin that was nothing short of mischievous. “You might as well stay for dinner, Cas. You helped them - hell, you made them smile like that. We could probably use your ‘angelic touch’ around here more often.”

Castiel blinked, processing, “I… Do not need to eat.” He replied, his tone puzzled but polite.

Dean waves him off with a smirk. “I know, but maybe you should stick around just in case. You know, in case Y/N gets upset again,” He teasing words earned him a hard punch in the arm from you, “Ow, okay, sorry.” He rubbed his arm.

Castiel’s brows furrowed once more, his gaze flickering between you and Dean, “I… I will stay,” He said after a moment, “If it is what they wish.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “I’d love for you to stay, Cassie,” You said, the nickname slipping out before you could even stop it. You reached over the back of the couch, gently taking his hand in yours and pulling him around to sit beside you. “You can watch one of my favorite movies with me. It’s really good. The main actor actually bought the horse he rode in the movie.”

“I will stay then.” Castiel spoke, not even minding that your hand was still interlocked with his as he settled. “I like horses.”

~~~

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[otakubimbo]

You Don't Know Me

Gojo x F! Reader

You're just some hot bimbo who needs help with their advanced college classes right?

Context: Cussing. Misunderstanding. Typical Gojo Behavior. College AU. No curse.

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Today was the beginning of your sophomore year of college. You would probably be more excited about this if you weren’t lost, again. Your newfound friend, Shoko Ieiri, just showed you how to get to all your classes this semester. The two of you became fast friends over the summer since you were both pre-med and had taken the same summer classes. You found her hilarious and cool, and she enjoyed your positive and calm personality. Just last week, she showed you around all the buildings you were supposed to be at for your classes because if there is one thing people can say about you is that you are directionally challenged. No matter what it seemed that you were always getting lost, that’s even how you initially met Shoko because you were lost and luckily, she was going to the same classroom as you.

Reluctantly, you reach into your pocket pulling out your phone and hitting her contact.

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” She didn’t even bother with the pleasantries and got straight to business.

“No!” You started and you could hear her try not to laugh at you on the other end of the line, “It’s just that I wanted to make sure that I knew exactly where the building was at, ya know, a second opinion some may say.”

“Hmmn, a second opinion? Alright,” She takes a drag of her cigarette. Who the hell starts smoking before 8 am? “Where are you right now?”

You look around at any landmark you could use to give her your location, “By the dining hall.”

She sighed, and you knew you weren’t even close to the right building “You need to be near the library, which is on the other side of campus.”

You groan, realizing that you’re going to be late on your first day. You hated being late, even if professors gave students a pass on the first couple of days to navigate around campus, you prided yourself on your punctuality despite your inability to figure out how to get where you are going.

“Alright. Got it. Thanks, Shoko.” You say as you begin your long walk to the other side of campus.

“Yeah yeah. We still on for lunch?”

“Yeah of course. You know I got that 11 am physics but after I’m free.”

“Cool, so around 12? Yeah? You gonna need help finding it?” She teases and you roll your eyes even if she can’t see you.

“Bye Shoko.”

“Bye,” She laughs before hanging up.

Eventually, you make your way across campus only a few minutes late, not even missing the 5-minute grace period. Even with the directions that you were given, when you enter the lecture hall you do look around a bit confused just to make sure you were in the right location.

“You look lost, pretty. I don’t think you’re in the right place.” Your eyes shift to the voice coming up behind you. Your brow furrowed because you thought you would be able to follow these basic directions Shoko gave you. You look back at your phone and your schedule just to make sure. The white-haired man in front of you scans over your body from head to toe while you look. You had a figure that a lot of women would pay for, and you weren’t shy about flaunting it. Currently, you were in a pair of low-rise jeans, thong showing of course, with a V-neck crop top that displayed multiple chest tattoos on which a letterman jacket sat on your shoulders. Your hair was in a slicked-back bun that had your coils neatly tucked away in the back, a fresh dye job of a dark purple. Every inch of visible body parts was shimmering brown from what must be some sort of body butter you used which made you smell like heaven, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla.

He thought you were stunning and just knew a pretty girl like you couldn’t be in the same organic chemistry class he was taking. Especially with the way you looked, a girl who looks like you, like a bimbo, on top of the fact you looked absolutely lost.

You finally looked up from your phone, catching his eyes wandering your body but brushing it off because of course he was,

“No this is definitely it, I’m sure of it.” Your words did not come out as confident as you wanted them to, “This is advanced organic chem with Professor Sho right?” You bite your lip hoping that you were right so you wouldn’t have to go looking for the correct hall. His eyes widened at you in surprise when you said what class you were looking for.

“Yeah, this is it.” He says in a confused tone which makes you a bit confused, but you brush it off.

“Whew great.” You say and turn to go take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. You were so happy you made it to the correct place. The middle was the best place for you, since you had accommodation that allowed you to record the lectures and it was best if you sat in the middle. If you sat in the back sometimes the audio would cut out on some parts and sitting too close sometimes gave feedback, so you found sitting in the middle to be the perfect spot for you.

As the professor begins his lecture, you are in your little world that you didn’t notice that boy you spoke to earlier watching you over your shoulder. Something about you intrigued him, you weren’t even paying attention, just doodling in your notebook not taking down a single note. Yeah, he wasn’t either but that’s because everything came so naturally to him that he would be fine regardless. On top of the fact that you didn’t even attempt to fawn over him when he spoke to you, all you cared about was whether you were in the right class or not.

After the lecture was over, you grabbed your things and stopped by the boy you met earlier to thank him again.

“Oh hey” you call to him getting his attention, he looks up at you while he’s packing his stuff. “Thanks again for letting me know I was in the right place, I’m terrible with directions. Kaneko, by the way.” You extend your hand out to him.

He smirks up at you, finally, you were going to give him the attention he just knew he deserved from you. “No problem, Gojo.” He reaches out and shakes your hand. You grin back at him. “Well, see you are. Bye” you say letting his hand go and waving to leave. Now he was left, stunned by your absence because surely you had come over to flirt with him. But no, you just wanted to thank him and then left. He was left watching your hips twitch in those too-tight jeans, gazing at the rhinestone of your thong leaving the doors of the lecture hall. Did you think you were out of his league or something? He had looks and brains, no way was he out of your league. This annoyed him to no end, and you had no clue what you even started with him.

Luckily, for you, you were able to find your next class with no problem and by that you mean you asked someone beforehand while you were getting your morning coffee, and they gave you impeccable directions. So, you were in high spirits by the time you met Shoko for lunch at the dining hall.

“Aye Meya” Shoko calls to you for you to come have a seat with her already at a table. You happily bounce your way over to her table.

“How do you always manage to look so great even when you have 8 ams?” she asks in an annoyed joking tone.

“Every morning when I wake up, I think to myself ‘What if I died right now? What kind of outfit would I want to be stuck in for the rest of my life’ that’s how I get the energy to put myself together in the morning. The last thing I want is to be an ugly ghost.”

This made Shoko almost shoot her drink out of her nose as she laughed at you.

The two of you enjoy the rest of your lunch together and then separate to continue your respective schedules. This is the routine that you two keep for about a month or so now and midterms are coming up soon. During this time, little did you know that Gojo's interest was getting more piqued on you. The two of you only said the occasional ‘hi’ when you saw each other in class but that was it. He wanted so badly to have a conversation with you, but you never seemed the least bit interested but today would hopefully be different. As you leave the lecture hall for your morning coffee Gojo stops you.

“Oh hey, what’s up Gojo?” You ask, taking your AirPod out of your ear, and smiling at him.

“I just wanted to ask if you needed a tutor or anything for the midterm coming up?” he asks nonchalantly with his hands in his pocket. Your brow furrows as you look at him confused.

“No, I think I’m good.” You giggle. Why would you need a tutor? The lowest grade you had gotten in this class so far was an A- but he didn’t know that.

“You sure? I really don’t mind.” He attempts to insist, hoping that you’ll let him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Thanks, though I guess.” You say beginning to walk away putting your AirPod back in.

“Wait” He stops you again, “Are you being tutored by someone else?”

Now you were starting to get a bit irritated but not trying to let it show because maybe he was just trying to be nice and there’s no reason to be mad about that.

“No. I’m not but again thanks for the offer. I gotta go.” You say as politely as you can, giving him a small smile as you leave making an exaggerated movement in putting your AirPod back in, in hopes he doesn’t ask again. He sighs frustrated as he watches you leave.

“There’s no way she can’t be interested in me” Gojo complains to his best friend, Geto Suguru, in their shared apartment, flopping onto his bed.

“Are you talking about the girl in organic chem class?” Geto asks kind of uninterested, focusing on his own studies since again midterms were coming up.

“Of course, no one else is worth my time. Kaneko Meya”

Geto puts his pen down after hearing him say your name, “That name sounds familiar actually.”

“Like you know her familiar?” Gojo asks shooting up from his position on the bed.

“More like, know of. Hold on horn dog, let me see something” Geto remarks as he pulls out his phone pulling up instagram to scroll trying to find what he was looking for. “Bingo.”

Gojo suddenly appears over his friend’s shoulder. It was a picture of Shoko at some type of restaurant with the caption “On a date kind of nervous <3” and Shoko was tagged in it. The original poster is none other than you, TheGirlY/N.

“She’s dating fucking Shoko?!?!” Gojo yells in despair. Geto laughs at him as he keeps scrolling. “No, she isn’t look.” He shows Gojo the comments.

ChainSmokerShoko: Meya stop saying this! This is why I can’t get a girlfriend!

TheGirlY/N: No, it’s fun and this isn’t why you can’t get a girlfriend. Love you bestie! <3

ChainSmokerShoko: REPORTED

Gojo sighs in relief when he realizes that you aren’t dating Shoko but now he had to find a way to convince Shoko on how to get to know you better. He grabs his own phone to pull up your IG and scroll through it. There were a lot of photos like the one Geto showed him that had pictures of Shoko across from you at a table with similar captions, “just having dinner with the loml’ ‘me and bae out of the town’ and each one with Shoko complaining and you laughing her off. Other pictures were of just you, cute selfies, photos of you during summer, pictures of your notes and aesthetically pleasing set ups. You took part in thirst trap Thursdays a lot it seemed. Fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous to him.

“She is definitely out of your league. No wonder she won’t let you tutor her.” Geto teases as he’s also going through your IG.

“I’m probably the hottest guy on campus, we are in the same league” He scoffs turning back to his own phone.

“Did she even ask for tutoring?”

“No but look at her, and plus all she does in class is doodle and look frustrated. AND this is advance organic chem, there’s no way she doesn’t need help.”

“You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover Satoru.”

“Yeah, whatever” Gojo says before he decides to follow you on IG.

The funny thing about it is that Geto had met you before, at a meeting with the National Honors Society. You had a GPA that was higher than his and Gojos but he wasn’t going to tell his friend that, he was going to have to learn the hard way. Especially since you were the only reason that Shoko wasn’t failing out of her pre-med classes, you saved her during the summer break and if anything, you should be tutoring Gojo.

You always took it easy on the week of the midterms to not stress yourself out in every way, you can’t retain information on a stressed brain. But Gojo knew there was no way you were going to pass the midterm so that would be his opportunity to swoop in and assist you with helping get your grade up.

Now midterms were over and as always you got in class early, already doodling on a piece of paper while you waited for class to start. You knew that you would be going over the midterm today, so you don’t have your usual setup out since there weren’t going to be any lecture notes to copy down.

“Hey Y/L”

You hear Gojos voice as he takes the seat beside you, which you find a bit strange since he always sits in the back, but you don’t mind.

“Hey Gojo” You softly smile at him as you continue your doodles. You were just doing some chibi art today, confident in your grade from the midterm.

“How did you think you did on the midterm?” He asks you to try and gauge if you were concerned or not.

“Eh I’m sure I did fine.” You shrug casually. Yes, you were confident, but it wouldn’t matter what grade you got, it just matters what you do after. You didn’t stress but you strived to be better always.

“Well, I’m sure I aced it” He says cockily grinning at you. You just nod your head at him unimpressed with his boisterousness. “How about we both look at ours the same time when they get handed back?” He comments trying to get more out of you.

You give him a small giggle that makes his eyes light up, the sound was music to his ears, “Sure, if you want to” The idea to you was silly but why the hell not.

As soon as the midterms were handed back out, both you and Gojo had yours facing down until the professor said to look over it and if you had any questions today was the day to ask, as he would be going over anything people didn’t understand.

“Alright, you ready” Gojo asks, hoping that you would beg him to tutor you once you saw his higher grade.

“Ready” You giggle at him and the two of you flip your papers over at the same time. A wide smile spreads upon your face as you see the A + plastered at the top, all the chemical compounds that you doodled repeatedly coming to being usual, you had them memorized by muscle memory. You look over at Gojos paper and see that he received a B+, which is still a great grade.

“You did good. Good job” you say earnestly smiling at him, but all Gojo heard was condescension.

“You got a better grade than me?” Gojo says more to himself than to you.

“Well I mean — “You start before he cuts you off.

“How did you get a better grade than me?” He continues and your smile drops from your face, he didn’t even let you answer before he starts ranting. “All I ever see you doing is doodling in that fucking notebook of yours. I was even trying to get to tutor you because I just knew you needed help and was going to fail.”

You were immediately taken aback, why would he say that to you? He didn’t even know you.

“What?” You question, your voice breaking a little.

He looks at you, angrily “Are you fucking the professor?”

“Excuse you?” You must have heard him wrong because there’s no way he just asked you that.

“That’s why you’re always dressed like that. You must be fucking him 'cause there’s no way you got an A + on this hard-ass midterm and did better than me.” He spits as he snatches your mid-term, comparing the answers. Your body moves on its own as you stand up, the tears threatening to escape. Your arm goes back and you punch him square in the jaw, usually, you would be against hitting someone but the rage and hurt that just came over you had your body moving on autopilot. At the sound of your fist connecting with his jaw everyone’s head turned in your direction as blood flew out of his mouth.

Your body was shaking with rage, “you do not FUCKING know me. I worked hard for that grade you condescending prick. I’m sorry that your walnut sized brain can’t comprehend someone who looks like me getting better grades than you. Get the fuck over yourself. Do not EVER speak to me again, don’t even LOOK at me again. Fuck you, you blue eyed freak.”

You grabbed everything but your notebook that had fallen when you got up to punch him and ran out of the lecture hall. You knew Shoko didn’t have a class right now, so you make your way to your shared apartment trying your best to hold back your tears until you get there. Unfortunately for you, you get lost on your way there. Fuck. You think you’re on the wrong side of campus when you quickly turn around running into someone.

“Oh Shit. I’m sorry. Excuse me.” You get out trying not to meet whoever you ran into gaze.

“Y/L?” the person asks, holding your shoulders gently. It was Geto.

“Oh, hi Geto right?.” You meet his eyes, and his face grows concerned as he nods at you. “I was just trying to get to my friend Shokos apartment, can you help me? If not that’s fine, I’m sorry to bother you. I just…. Im just… a bit lost.”

He can tell that you are on the verge of tears, you look completely lost and not just directionally, “Yeah sure, she’s a friend of mine too I know exactly where that is.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong just guides you to Shokos apartment. When you get there, you immediately throw yourself into her arms and try not to cry just yet until you’re sure that Geto leaves.

“Y/N?? What happened? What’s wrong?” She asks rubbing your back, death staring at Geto.

“I didn’t do it. I just walked her here.” He says hands up in surrender.

“Yeah, I ran out of class and got lost trying to find your apartment and ran into Geto. He said you were friends, so he helped me here.” You confess into her shirt before turning to Geto, “Thank you by the way.”

“No problem,” He says awkwardly for a second before checking the many notifications that he received on his phone while walking you here.

Seven missed calls from Stupid Satoru

Text From Stupid Satoru:

I fucked up. Fucked up big time. Call me back! Please!

“I gotta go. I’ll catch you later Shoko and Kaneko.” He says giving you a sad smile before he leaves. Once the door is closed, you immediately break down into Shokos arms.

“Hey, calm down. What happened?” She questioned between your sobs.

“I punched him and then I cussed him out in front of the whole class. Now everyone’s going to think i’m some crazy monster I already have enough trouble as it is because it seems like no one ever wants to talk to me but he just made me so upset. I just did it before I could even think. Then I ran out of class and then I got lost. Luckily I bumped into Geto, I didn’t even know you were friends and he got me here.” You say feeling better after your little crying spell, wiping your tears.

“You punched someone? Who? You’re not exactly telling me what happened.” She asked, her voice full of concern.

“Remember the guy I told you about who kept insisting he tutor me?”

“Yeah, I remember. That shit was weird.”

“Well, we got our midterms back and I got an A+” you say and Shoko cuts you off with congratulations, she saw how hard you were studying for the test, you barely left your apartment for a week. “He got a B+ on his and I don’t know why he was so upset that I got better than him, but he was. He said there was no way that someone who looks like me should have gotten a better score than him, claimed I don’t pay attention in class, and that I must be sleeping with the professor to have gotten such a good grade.”

“He said what?!”

“Yeah and that’s when I punched him” You say with your head down, Shoko squishes your face with both of her hands making you look at her.

“As you should of” She says proudly, she knows you are more of the docile type especially since you actually did know how to fight, you didn’t like using your strength on others unless for self-defense.

“Do I look dumb, Shoko? I dress this way because I like too, and I know I can come off as a bimbo sometimes especially since I’m bad at directions but do I seem dumb? I don’t want people to think I’m dumb, especially not to think I sleep with professors for good grades. I try so hard, you know that, and I just have finally gotten comfortable with myself….” you trail off unable to finish your thoughts, you just felt like complete shit.

“No, you’re just hot and confident and that idiot is an idiot. I know how smart you are. Shit you’ve helped me study with your immaculate notes all summer, you’re one of the smartest people I know. Being hot doesn’t make you dumb, that’s just a stupid stereotype, and the fact that he believes that is idiotic.” She attempts to comfort you.

“But then I cursed him out, said he had the brain the size of a walnut, told him never to talk to me again, and called him a blue-eyed freak.” You confess with a sigh, you really didn’t like how mean you were even if he deserved it.

“And he deserved it… Wait you called him a what?” She blinks at you a few times, hoping and praying you aren’t talking about who she thinks you’re talking about.

“A blue-eyed freak…. I know it was mean, but he started with me first and just….” You trail off, now feeling horrible about what you said.

“No, no, I get it. I would have said worse. It’s just that…. What was his name?” She asks through gritted teeth.

“Gojo Satoru”

[sayorinumberone]

SBG ⋆ blind, deaf and mute challenge

cw: none, (minor spelling mistake)

a/n: please give me the most gut wrenching angsty depressing request for Sbg I crave it

“Okay okay do you have the camera set up Taylor !?” You asked hopping up and down with your hands on the counter in a attempt to see if the camera recording.

Taylor gives you a thumbs up “yeah I got it !” She smiles handing you the headphones and ashlyn the duct tape even though that would probably make zero difference if she actually had duct tape on her mouth.

You giggle to yourself before setting the headphones on your head to nose canceling through your phone humming along to the song you picked not a single sound could break through the music.

“ HAVE WE STARTED ???” You scream out Ashlyn covers her ears for a second before nodding, she preheats the oven or at least that’s what it looks like.

Taylor has both her hands out in front of her and is trying to feel her way to the bowl you being the nicest person in the world leads her hands over to the bowl, she grabs it and you giggle as she drops it to the floor.

you go to pick up the bowl and place it in front of you both Ashlyn come over to grab two pans from the drawers and goes to the counter with the sink you have zero clue what’s she doing because you had to help Taylor grab the correct ingredient.

it took a lot of work to get the dry ingredients together with Ashlyn doing the most work.

“YOU HAVE THE SUGER, THIS WHOLE TIME ???HAND IT OVER PLEASE” you asked Taylor

you can see her mouth moving unable to tell what she says but she follows through sloppily handing you the sugar you measure it and pour it in.

Ashlyn takes the bowl from you guys to stir it together and you can see Taylor move her hands around the table trying to find something amount the mess of flour, salt and baking soda.

she grabs hold of a egg but that cause a 2nd egg to roll down to the floor near your foot.

“YOU KNOCKED OVER A EGG TAYLOR DONT MOVE ILL CLEAN IT” you screech out rushing to the sink and grabbing paper towel, wetting it you turn back around and see Taylor mouth doing a laughing movement.

confused you clean the mess and place the dirty cloth in the trash, lucky the two had got the eggs in the bowl with no farther incident.

you add the milk, oil and vanilla in giving the bowl to Taylor much to Ashlyn flat look as you giggle quietly

you can see her struggling to get the spoon to mix when it’s goes flying into her face, you burst into laughter hollowed over grabbing your stomach.

Ashlyn seems to be smirking too from the way the duck tape moved on her mouth it seemed like she found it funny.

you did the rest of the mix as Ashlyn help cleaned Taylor’s face.

You let out a heavy sigh pouring the mix into the pans and grabbing the oven mitts to place it in the oven.

as the cake baked you all started on the icing, Taylor was assigned to mixed as you and Ashlyn both agreed none verbally that giving a blind person a knife was stupid.

cutting the butter you drop it into the bowl with the vanilla and icing sugar Ashlyn pours the milk into it but she accidentally drops the milk carton causing the powder to fly in all your faces.

“WHAT THE FART ITS IN MY EYE” you scream blinking your eye over and over again, Ashlyn grabs your hand and pull you towards the sink splashing water into your eye.

you make a sour face as she wipes the icing sugar off your cheeks after.

mixing the icing with the mini mixer cause you did not want to spend 5 hours mixing it by hand with a spoon or whisk.

Ashlyn removes the cake from the oven letting it cool well Taylor give the already mixed cream a quick stir and too scrap extra off the sides she also licks the spoon to your disappointment.

Ashlyn sets a timer for the cake to cool and you show off your singing to the song you where listening to ( it sucked but they clapped anyway ) Taylor did a backflip which ended horrible as well.

Ashlyn pinch’s her nose as you and Taylor giggle walking back over to the kitchen.

The cake crumbed a tad as you placed it on the plate and Taylor tried to ice the first layer but somehow it kept together however you couldn’t say that for the second half because Taylor knocked it over with her ass.

you mourn the cake as Ashlyn cleans it off the floor.

At least you had extra icing now.

you put a bunch of icing on the top and do that thing where baker smooth it over and top it off with sprinkles on it.

the cake was done and it looked surprisingly good !

you remove your headphones and smile to yourself “ wow it looks so great !” Taylor says letting out a breath she seemed to have been holding.

“you guys are horrible bakers.” Ashlyn says snorting.

“ that’s not true, look at that we’re so good !” you cross your arms smirking “ can we eat it now please ” you say uncrossing your arms and doing a little hop.

“Yeah let’s eat !” Taylor says grabbing plates and forks from the drawers.

you didn’t care how ugly the cake was because all that mattered was it was in your stomach as Taylor cuts a slice and puts it on your plate you grin.

Sitting down at the table you wait for the other girls to join once they sit down you all take a peace with your fork and count down from three.

“1”

“2”

“3”

you all take a bite in unsion.

“ITS DELICIOUS !!” You chant out shoving more into your mouth “You don’t need to shout anymore y/n.” Ashlyn says rubbing her ears you giggle before apologizing.

The three of you all sit on the couch together watching from Ashlyn laptop the footage.

“YOU KNOCKED OVER THE EG TAYLOR DONT MOOL ILL CLEAN IT” your voice over the recording shouts you giggle slightly seeing your horrible speech you have no clue if that’s normal or not.

“Mool what’s a mool y/n ?” Taylor voice teased from the video before breaking into laughter.

“delete that.” You say turning red.

Ashlyn thinks for a second “nah.” She says as you whine dramatically throwing your head into your hands.a

[scary-noodlesblog]

Soulbound Ch 11

The Rapture

Soulbound Masterlist

1st Person POV:

I sit at the end of a pier, looking over a lake. It's peaceful, a perfect way to just sit with my thoughts. It looks a lot like the lake Bobby would take me to as a kid, show me how to fish. It quiet, but not in the way that makes your spine chill. It's quiet in the way that recharges your batteries, a way to calm down. I feel like I needed this after discovering the Winchesters have another brother, Adam. Only to find out his mother and him were ghouls. Fun times.

"We need to talk." A familiar voice says.  I sigh, "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" It's not unusual that Cas visits my dreams now, it seems to be the only way for us to communicate much now since he's so busy. But he's never this urgent. "It's not safe here. Someplace more private." Cas almost sounds afraid, desperate. 

"Cas, what's wrong?" I stand up, stepping in front of him with worry.  Cas reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and putting it in my hand. "Meet me here." He keeps his hands on mine, closing my fist around the paper as his eyes search mine. "Go now." His head leans down, his nose brushing over my hairline before he disappears. 

~~~~~~~

After waking up back at the motel with a gasp, the boys instantly waking up with weapons drawn, I tell them about what Cas said. We immediately packed up and left the motel, Dean driving us to the location Cas gave.

Now, we are walking through the place, an abandoned warehouse, with our flashlights out. "Well, what did he say, (Y/N)? What was so important?" Sam asks.

"If she knew, would we be here?" Dean cuts in before we ascend some stairs.

"He didn't say anything, just to come here. He sounded almost afraid." I shrug as we reach the top of the stairs.

"What the hell?" Dean says, looking around. The room we enter looks utterly destroyed, piles of metal and other things strewn about.

"It looks like a bomb went off." Sam points out, smoke rising from some of the remnants.

Electricity crackles behind us, making us all turn around. We continue forward as Dean says, "There was a fight here."

"Between who?" Sam asks.

I turn around, my flashlight landing on a sigil on the wall, looks like it was made with blood. "Check it out. Look familiar?"

Sam nods. "Yeah, it does."

"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield." Dean responds, all of us inspecting the sigil.

"So, what? Cas was fighting angels?" Sam questions, confused.

"I don't know." I mumble, shining my flashlight around. My eyes widen as my flashlight lands on Castiel's body, unconscious on the rubble. "Guys." I point out, rushing over to Castiel. The boys follow me as I duck under some wires and kneel next to Cas, my hands cupping his cheeks. "Cas? Cassie. Hey, Cas?"

"What's . . . ? What's . . . ? What's going on?" He sits up, making me let go of him. He quickly stands up, patting at his chest with a confused expression. His voice sounds...strange?

"Just take it easy. Take it easy." Dean says as I stand back up as well.

"Cas, you okay?" Sam asks as more electricity crackles around us.

"Ugh. Castiel. I'm not Castiel. It's me." My eyebrows furrow as he says that.

"Who's 'me'?" I ask softly.

"Jimmy. My name's Jimmy." He responds, giving me a sympathetic look, as if he knows exactly who I am.

"Where the hell is Castiel?" Dean continues to question.

My heart jumps into my throat as Jimmy says, "He's gone."

~~~~~~~

We get food and bring Jimmy back to the motel, the aforementioned man eating ravenously at the table. Jimmy hums as he devours his burger.

"You mind slowing down? You're gonna give me angina." Dean complains.

Jimmy just shrugs, picking up his drink, "I'm hungry." 

"When's the last time you ate?" Sam asks.

Jimmy shakes his head, "I don't know. Months." he takes another bite of his burger, continuing to eat like it's his last meal on death row.

"I'd be starving too." I shrug, pushing down the sadness I feel that Cas is gone, and we don't know where he is. 

"What the hell happened back there? It looked like an angel battle royale." Sam interrogates.

Jimmy shakes his head again, "All I remember is a flash of light and I, uh . . . I woke up and I was just, you know, like, me again."

Dean's eyebrows furrow. "So, what? Cas just ditched out of your meat suit?"

"I really don't know." Jimmy replies, mouth full of food.

"You remember anything about being possessed? Anything at all?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

"Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet." Jimmy explains.

"Ah, that doesn't sound like much fun." I hum, leaning back in my chair.

Jimmy nods, taking another bite of his burger, "Understatement."

"Cas said he wanted to tell us something. Please tell me you remember that." Sam says.

"Sorry." Jimmy apologizes, shaking his head yet again.

"Come on, what do you know?" Dean asks.

"My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. I have a family."

~~~~~~~

Sam and Dean are outside by the car, talking about what to do with Jimmy, while I stay inside with him. Jimmy paces the room, a little anxious. "Look," he starts. "I'm sorry. About Castiel. I know what he is to you."

I sit on the edge of one of the beds, resting my elbows on my knees and folding my hands in front of me, "It's alright. To be honest, I'm glad you get to be you again, it's not right to keep you from your family like this." I give him a small reassuring smile.

"I wish I knew where he was, so I could at least give you that closure." Jimmy sighs, sitting down next to me. 

I hesitate for a moment before replying, "I...I'm sure he's fine. Just gotta have faith right?" I joke weakly.

Jimmy lets out a soft chuckle and nods, "That's right. He'll be fine." 

Sam and Dean walk back in, glancing between Jimmy and I. Sam speaks up, "I'm sorry, but we can't let you go home."

Jimmy stands up, eyebrows crinkled, "The hell are you talking about, I can't go home?" I stand up as well as Dean explains. "There's a good chance you have a bull's-eye on your back." "What? From who?" Jimmy asks, incredulously. "Demons." Dean says. "Come on, that's crazy. What do they want with me?" Jimmy's voice raises a little. "I don't know, information, maybe?" Dean shrugs. "I don't know anything." Jimmy yells a little.

"Jimmy," I cross my arms over my chest, looking at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I want you to get home. I'd drive you there myself, but I think they're right."

Jimmy looks back at me, his face softening a little before he starts to walk up to Dean. "Look, I'm done, okay? With demons, angels, all of it. I just want to go home." "We understand." Dean argues before Jimmy cuts him off. "I don't think that you do understand. I've been shot and stabbed and healed, and my body has been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle, I'm out, and I am done. I've given enough, okay?" Sam stands up, trying to reason with him, "Look, all we're saying is that until we figure this out, the safest place is with us." Jimmy sighs. "How long?" "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Sam replies. Jimmy walks around Dean and towards the door, Sam side-stepping to block it. "Where are you going?" Dean asks. "To see my wife and daughter, okay?" Jimmy says. I walk over, stepping between Jimmy and Sam, "No, you're not. You're just going to put those people in danger." "So, what, now I'm a prisoner?" Jimmy asks, irritated. "Harsh way to put it." Sam mutters from over my shoulder.

~~~~~~~

I woke up to Sam gently shaking my shoulder and Dean getting out of bed next to me and going into the bathroom. Because Jimmy slept in the other bed, I shared with Dean, though he slept on top of the covers. Sam was mumbling about Jimmy escaping and that he's gone. I sit up and quickly pack my bag, leaving out an outfit to change into when Dean is done in the bathroom. 

Sam packs his duffle bag while Dean brushes his teeth, "Dean. Would you hurry up?" Dean just laughs, walking out of the bathroom with the toothbrush in his mouth. "Sorry, uh, this is funny to you?"

"Mr. Big-Bad-Prison-Guard, Jimmy McMook give you the slip? Yeah, it's pretty funny. What were you doing, anyway?" Dean asks. I turn to look at my brothers, also wondering how someone as meticulous as Sam let Jimmy get away.

"I was getting a Coke." Sam says defensively.

"Was it a refreshing Coke?" I ask, not believing him after how defensive he was being.

Sam rolls his eyes. "Can we just go, please?" He sighs and I put my hands up in mock surrender while Dean goes back in the bathroom.

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The drive is silent, Sam brooding in the front seat while Dean looks like he's debating on what to say in the driver's seat. I sit behind Sam like usual, arms crossed over my chest while I lean back in my seat.  "Hey, guys." A female voice says from my left.

I let out a startled shriek and look to see Anna. Dean also yells in shock, swerving the car into the oncoming lane before correcting himself. An oncoming car honks at him as it passes. Sam looks back at Anna and I as she says, "Smooth." "You ever try calling ahead?" Dean asks, a little frustrated.

"I like the element of surprise." Anna responds.  Dean glances back at her, checking her out. "Well, you look terrific."

"Eyes on the road, Winchester." I chastise. "Um, yeah, not the most appropriate time, Dean. You let Jimmy get away?" She asks. Dean turns back to face the road, gesturing to Sam. "Talk to Ginormo here." Anna turns to look at Sam, "Sam. You seem...different." "Me? I don't know." He chuckles. "A haircut?" "That's not what I'm talking about." Anna replies, giving Sam a look. The younger Winchester looks away. I narrow my eyes suspiciously at the back of Sam's head as Anna turns back to Dean. "So, what'd Jimmy tell you? He remember anything?" "Why? What's going on?" I ask, finally looking away from Sam to Anna. "It's Cas. He got sent back home. Well, more like dragged back." Anna says, looking at me sympathetically. "To Heaven? That's not a good thing?" Dean asks, looking at Anna in the rear view mirror. Anna shakes her head. "No. That's a very bad thing. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off."  My eyebrows furrow as my stomach sinks, "C-Cas said he had something to tell me. Something important." "What?" Anna probes. I shrug, "I don't know."

"Does Jimmy know?" I shake my head,  "I don't think so." "You don't think so? Whatever it is, it's huge. You gotta find out for sure." Anna says. "That's why we're going after Jimmy." Sam replies. "That's why you shouldn't have let him go in the first place. He's probably dead already."

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After getting gas, we arrive at Jimmy's house. And at the perfect time too, we enter just to see Jimmy being punched by a demon and another demon holding a knife to a young girl's throat, I'm assuming Jimmy's daughter. The female demon elbows a woman, I'm assuming Jimmy's wife, in the face. I come up behind the male demon, slicing his throat with Ruby's knife.

The female demon gets up to attack me but Sam, using his abilities, stops her. "Go. Get them out of here." Sam says, straining against the demon.

I set the knife on the couch and quickly help Jimmy up, ushering him and his daughter out the front door and I take them to the Impala. "You were right, I'm so sorry. I should have listened." Jimmy apologizes, keeping his daughter close to him.

"I'm usually right, it's okay. I'm just glad we got here in time-" I get cut off by Jimmy hugging me. I hesitate for a moment before hugging him back. All I hear is "Thank you for saving my daughter." Which is muffled by my shoulder.

We pull away as Sam and Dean come outside. Jimmy lets out a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

"Where's your wife?" Dean asks.

"Right here." I hear the woman say as she jogs up to Jimmy and their daughter, helping the young girl put on her coat.

"Let's go." Dean says frantically, all of us piling into the Impala. I sit between the boys up front, the Novak family sitting in the back. The tires squeal as Dean drives away from the Novak house.

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The boys, Jimmy and I stand outside the Impala in a parking garage while Jimmy's wife and daughter, Amelia and Claire, are in the backseat. Claire is asleep, leaning on her mother. "You were right." Jimmy says, looking away from his wife and daughter. "I'm sorry we were." I reply with a sympathetic smile. "I'm telling you, I don't know anything." He shakes his head. "I don't think they're inclined to believe you." Dean retorts. "And even if they did, you're a vessel. They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick." Sam cuts in. "Which means vivisection, if they're feeling generous." Dean half-shrugs. "I'm gonna tell you once again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us." Sam says, getting more aggressive. Jimmy sighs, "How long? And don't give me that 'cross that bridge when we get to it' crap." Sam's eyebrows crinkle as his voice raises slightly. "Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home."

"Samuel." I scold, glaring at him with my arms crossed. "Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam." Dean replies. "I'm just telling him the truth, guys. Someone has to."

Sam walks away to hotwire a car for Amelia to take Claire. I stand just out of earshot of Jimmy and Amelia, not wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation. I see Dean walk close to them, watching at Jimmy and his wife embrace, Amelia sobbing on her husband's shoulder. It's weird watching someone you've come to know at your soulmate embracing another woman, well, I've known Jimmy as Castiel for so long it's weird. 

I don't want to admit jealousy, since Jimmy is Amelia's husband, Jimmy isn't Castiel. I can't help but feel it a little bit, I just have to remind myself that that isn't Castiel, that is just a man hugging his wife goodbye for the last time. 

Amelia gets out of the Impala after breaking away from Jimmy, waiting for Sam to finish the car. Once he is, Sam gets out of the car, "Okay, so, uh, here's your car." He awkwardly walks around Amelia and to the Impala. 

Jimmy looks down at his daughter, "Hey. Take care of your mom, okay, bub?" She nods and their foreheads touch before Jimmy walks to the Impala, getting in with the boys and I.

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While Jimmy and I were asleep in the backseat, Sam got a call about demons kidnapping Claire. So, now we are pulling up to a warehouse where Jimmy was told to go. Alone. The four of us get out of the Impala, Dean telling Jimmy, "Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do."

"We'll work our way through the catwalks. We'll be right behind you." I reassure Jimmy.

"All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job." Dean says. Jimmy turns to Dean, "You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about." "Listen to me, this will work. You understand? Nobody's gonna get hurt." I cut in, putting my hand on Jimmy's shoulder. He shrugs my hand off, "Yeah, whatever. Give me a minute, okay?" Then jimmy walks off into the warehouse. Ouch. "There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Dean. You know this is probably a trap." I cross my arms, shifting my weight to my right leg as Sam nods in agreement. "Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan."

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3rd Person POV:

Jimmy walks towards the warehouse, pausing to look up at the sky. As he walks over broken glass he starts to yell to the Heavens, "Castiel, you son of a bitch! You promised me my family would be okay. You promised you were gonna take care of them. I gave you everything you asked me to give. I gave you more. This is the thanks I get? This is what you do? This is your Heaven? Help me, please. You promised, Cas. Just help me." When nobody answers, Jimmy shakes his head, "Typical." Jimmy walks into the warehouse, finding Claire unconscious, tied up in a chair while Demon-Amelia stands next to her, "Hi, honey. You're home." "Listen, I'm – I'm begging you here. You do whatever you want with me, but my wife and daughter, they're just – they're not a part of this." Jimmy pleads. "Oh, they're a big part of this, Jimmy. And P.S. You should've come alone." Demon-Amelia taunts. Jimmy falters for a moment, "I am alone." "Oh, you're such a liar. Like I didn't think you'd bring Heckle, Jeckle, and Carew, hmm?" Demon-Amelia takes a few steps towards Jimmy as the Winchesters and (Y/N) are led into the room, held by demons. Demon-Amelia walks up to the captive trio. "Nice plan, Dean." (Y/N) mumbles sarcastically. "Yeah, well, nobody bats 1,000." The older Winchester retorts. "Got the knife?" Demon-Amelia asks. One of the demons holding Sam holds up Ruby's knife, presenting it to her. "And you know what's funny?" "You wearing a soccer mom?" Dean replies with the signature Winchester sass. "Is I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel. Sort of like a milk run. Now look who landed in my lap. Castiel's vessel and his bond? I won the lottery." Demon-Amelia says. "Yeah, well, you got us, okay? Let these people go." Sam pleads, nodding his head in Jimmy and Claire's direction. Demon-Amelia shakes her head, "Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh? Now for the punch line. Everybody dies." She raises a gun pointing it at Sam for a moment, Dean and (Y/N) watching, wide-eyed. Suddenly Demon-Amelia turns, pointing the gun at Jimmy before shooting him in the stomach. Jimmy grunts while (Y/N) gasps. Jimmy falls to his knees and onto the floor, hands clutching the wound. "Waste Little Orphan Annie." Demon-Amelia tells one of the demons holding Sam before she walks out of the room. (Y/N) struggles against the demon holding her, wanting to go help Jimmy. The demon that was holding Sam walks over to her for a moment, connecting his fist to her jaw so hard her vision blurs for a few moments. She grunts, stopping her struggle and tasting blood on her tongue. 

The demon walks around Jimmy and towards Claire, the three hunters watching in horror as the demon picks up a metal pipe. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrow for a moment, seeing a shimmering, shadowy shape behind the girl, the form slowly shaping itself into wings. Castiel's wings. As the demon swings it at the young girl, she lifts her head, eyes open and she catches the pipe, putting her palm to the demon's forehead. She exorcises the demon with a bright light.

Using the distraction, the three hunters turn to the demons, attacking them. (Y/N) manages to subdue hers first before sprinting over to Jimmy, kneeling next to him and putting her hands on his wound, making him grunt in pain. While that is happening, Claire, who is now possessed by Castiel, burns the ropes off of her. Jimmy looks over at his daughter, mumbling, "Castiel." (Y/N) looks back at the girl, at her angel possessing the girl. 

Sam and Dean continue to fight the demons, Dean taking on two now that (Y/N) was trying to keep Jimmy alive. (Y/N) has since shrugged off her jacket, using the material as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. Dean is getting absolutely pummeled before Castiel-Claire walks up to them, exorcising both of them with hands to their foreheads. Sam has grabbed Ruby's knife from the demon holding him, using it to slice her neck and drink from the wound like a vampire, like monsters he's killed before. 

He turns around after he's done, seeing Dean watching in pure horror. (Y/N), who's still putting pressure on Jimmy's wound, is mirroring his brother's expression while Castiel-Claire seems stoic, emotionless. Sam just turns back around and stabs the demon before standing up, raising his hand to Dean. However, his attention is on Demon-Amelia, who was sneaking up behind Dean and Castiel-Claire. Sam uses his abilities to exorcise the demon from Amelia. Dean holds her up as her body falls to it's knees, alive and conscious but weak.  Castiel walks up to Jimmy and his bond, grabbing a fistful of Jimmy's hair, making his head roll in the angel's direction with, undeniably according to (Y/N), the hottest look on his face. "Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy." "No. Claire?" Jimmy strains, the taste of blood on his tongue. "She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours." Castiel-Claire says.

"Cas..." (Y/N) starts before Jimmy interrupts, his voice breaking as the Winchesters and Amelia approach. "Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please." "I wanna make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it." Castiel-Claire warns. Jimmy's voice only comes out more broken, the sound of a dying, desperate man. "It doesn't matter. You take me. Just take me." "As you wish." Castiel lifts Claire's arm before pausing, glancing at (Y/N) for a moment. "(Y/N)-" He says something in Enochian, the same thing he said at Chuck's. "-close your eyes, please."

She does as she's told, shutting her eyes as Castiel touches Jimmy's face, a bright light coming out of his eyes and mouth. Claire drops to her hands and knees as (Y/N) puts her hand on the girl's shoulder, concerned for her. Castiel, now in Jimmy's body again, stands up, walking past Amelia to stand next to the Winchesters. Only when Amelia runs over to Claire does (Y/N) stand up, walking over to her adoptive brothers and her angel as Amelia hugs her daughter. Castiel's eyes meet Amelia's before he turns to leave.

(Y/N) gently catches his hand, a relieved smile on her face seeing him okay and back in his vessel. "Cas, hold up. What were you gonna tell me?"  Castiel almost breaks with that smile, oh how he missed it. But he can't, he has to continue his duty, he has to be perfect, like a marble statue. Cold and emotionless as Anna put it. He drops her hand, almost like it burned him. "I learned my lesson while I was away, (Y/N). I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. I don't love you. I can't love you, I'm not sure why my Father gave us soulbonds, they're just weaknesses." His voice is laced with venom, a harsh glare being sent to the woman in front of him. 

Tears well up in her eyes, another thing that almost breaks him. It hurts him to see it, to hear those words coming out of his own mouth. he can see the Winchesters returning his glare, angered by the hurt the angel caused their sister. But no one makes a move as Castiel turns and walks away, (Y/N) standing there with free flowing tears and a look like the angel just hit her.

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Dean drives through the rain in silence, his sister in the backseat only having stopped crying a short while ago, and it was because she fell asleep. She had voiced that she didn't know why it hurt so bad, not having known Cas long, but (Y/N) described it like a black hole had formed in her heart. She blames the soulbond, the tie to his grace, the tie to her soul. "All right, let's hear it." Sam sighs, cutting Dean out from his thoughts. "What?" "Drop the bomb, man. You saw what I did. Come on, stop the car, take a swing." Sam says. "I'm not gonna take a swing. And quiet down, (Y/N)'s asleep." Dean chastises. "Then scream, chew me out." Sam taunts a little. "I'm not gonna scream, like I said, (Y/N)'s asleep. I'm not mad, Sam." Dean replies softly. "Come on. You're not mad?" Sam asks incredulously. Dean shakes his head. "Nope." "Right. Look, at least let me explain myself." "Don't. I don't care." Dean interrupts. "You don't care?" "What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed? Yeah, I am. But, mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done." Sam broods for a moment before his cell phone rings, (Y/N)'s father on the other end of the line. "Hey, Bobby." "Hey, you kids better shag ass to my place ASAP." The gruff voice of Bobby Singer says through the phone. "What's going on?" Sam asks. "The apocalypse, genius. Now get your asses over here." Sam hangs up the phone, Dean glancing at him and asking, "What'd he say?"

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Bobby, Sam and Dean all approach the panic room in Bobby's basement, (Y/N) having gone up to her room that Bobby always keeps ready for her so she could be alone. "Well, thanks for shaking a tail. What happened to my kid? She didn't even hug me." Bobby asks, a little offended. "Yeah, you got it. Uh, I'll explain when we get back upstairs." Dean replies as Sam opens the door to the iron room. "Go on inside. I wanna show you something." Bobby nods his head in the direction of the room. The younger Winchester walks into the room while Dean and Bobby stay at the entrance. "All right. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?" Sam asks, turning to the door. "You are. This is for your own good." Bobby says, as him and Dean close the door to the panic room, locking it. Sam gives them a confused look, going up to the small, barred window built into the door, "Guys? Hey, hey. What?" Bobby closes and latches the window, looking at Dean as Sam yells from inside, "This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?"

(A/N): I'm sorry the look on Misha/Jimmy's face when Castiel-Claire grabs his hair to turn his face towards Castiel-Claire is super hot and I couldn't not acknowledge that. {The gif above}

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The Variable *Part 3*

Caspian Keyes X Fem!Reader

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*Part 2*

Caspian was gentle when he shook you awake, he hated doing it but he wanted to leave and he wasn’t going to leave you behind, no matter how badly he wanted to get out of there. “Hey.” He said softly brushing his thumb across your face as you started to frown, an indication that you were waking up. “What’s wrong?” You asked sitting up, his arms braced on either side of you to make sure that you didn’t topple over. “We have to go.” He smiled when you didn’t question him, only stood ready to follow him anywhere. As you both made your way up the stairs towards the front door Maddie attempted to stop you both from leaving, Caspian was able to shoulder past her easily given his height but she caught your wrist before you could get too far out of the door. “Wait, Caspian wait!” She called grip on you tightening as if holding you hostage. “Maddie let me go.” You said as you looked at her. “Where are you going!?” She asked. “Somewhere that my reality doesn’t blow up every 6 hours!” Caspian answered his hand slamming down on the car roof as he turned back to her, his eyes lingering on her hand wrapped around your wrist before travelling to your face, he didn’t see any signs of distress even still he gave a look that promised he would get you away from her if you asked him too.

“It’s the same reality, you're a part of it, you're here for a reason!” Maddie argued. “A reason? The Caspian project? I didn’t ask for that.” Caspian argued. “I know.” “I didn’t want that.” Caspian continued, you reached out from where you were between them and squeezed his hand in reassurance. “No one asks to be born.” Maddie argued her hand falling from your wrist, Caspian took the opportunity to pull you towards him opening the door ushering you in to climb over the centre console to the passenger side. “Well they do now, there are probably a bunch of crazies all raising their hands to be born again into the cloud.” Caspian climbed into the car after you, pulling on his seat belt and starting the car. “What are you going to do?” Maddie asked. “Enjoy the rest of the world while it lasts, I give us a month.” Caspian answered before his hand found its way around the back of the passenger seat to reverse out of the driveway and leave. “Any idea where you're going or are we just going?” You asked. “Just going.” He answered. “Are you okay?” “Me? Fine. She had a strong grip but it was nothing to worry about.” You dismissed the worry easily but he didn’t seem convinced instead pulling over for a second to catch the wrist that you had animatedly been waving him off with. He pulled it over the centre console to look at it properly, the skin was red but otherwise seemed okay. “Satisfied?” “Mm.” He hummed letting go of your wrist and starting to drive again. “We’re going to have to get rid of the car if you're serious about no one finding you.” You said as you looked out the window. “Yeah I know.” He said “There are other ways to get around.” “Oh I know, I thought about running away a lot after my parents left.” You admitted hand drumming against your thigh. “What stopped you?” He asked. “You.” Your eyes travelled to him, he’s eyes stayed on the road but you could tell that he was listening “I felt so lonely after my parents left, I wondered why they had left me there, was it something that I did? Was it something that I could do again if given enough time? I thought about running away because if no one was around then I couldn’t be abandoned again right?” You pulled your knees up to your chest as you rested your cheek against them “but then I remembered that I was one of the only people that you had and I never wanted you to feel like that, alone and confused. So I never left and I’ve never been happier with a decision in my life.” “Thank you for staying.” Caspian said after a moment of silence. “Trust me when I say you have helped me probably more than I have helped you.” you mumbled into your knees. “I don’t think that will ever be something that we agree on.” He reached out squeezing your knee.

You eventually found somewhere to ditch the car and jumped on a train, you didn’t even know where it was going, you just knew that it would take you away from Sacramento, once we were settled in one of the carriages “you should get some sleep.” You suggested your arm moving to wrap around his shoulder pulling him to lean against you. “I-” “You haven’t slept since we left home, you need to sleep, I’ll wake you when we need to get off.” You said softly as you started running your hands through his hair. “Are you-?” “Yes I’m sure.” You said softly as you waited for him to relax, you realised that he held onto you quite protectively even when he was sleeping, his arms wrapped around your waist as he basically curled his whole 6ft form around your body. As if his body would be the tripwire that woke his brain if anyone got too close. You spent more of the train journey trying not to move even as the ache set in hoping that he would grab as much sleep as he could. He woke up long before you got to where you needed to go, you both jumped off of the train at Kansas city, it took some walking but Caspian overheard someone talking at a convent and it was an easy choice from there. A place that asked no questions and didn’t even need to know your real name. You stayed.

You both fell into a routine, Caspian got ready to teach the teens maths while you helped with cooking and cleaning and sometimes helped the kids with other stuff. You weren’t a particularly academic person in school, you could do enough to pass but you were always much better at dealing with people. In your down time you ate together, talked about all kinds of things and some of the girls even asked how you managed to get a boy your age to settle. To which you answered Caspian was special.

You were in the kitchen helping out as you did most days when someone tapped your shoulder “hey is this your boy?” One of the girls asked as she held her phone out to you, showing you an image of Caspian. He was writing something in chalk on the black board while mumbling to himself before he seemed to come back to himself and start to wipe everything away. “Mmhm.” You hum your confirmation as you turn away from her to continue what you were doing. “Is he okay?” She asked. “He’s fine,” You answered. “If you're sure.” she shrugged as she turned away from you. You bit your lip, this might be another place that you have to leave before long, that video might tell the wrong people Caspian was. You helped serve lunch before sitting down with your own, it was easy to find your boy in the crowd, he still very much dressed the same as he did before which made him stand out against everyone else. “You okay?” You asked as you sat down across from him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered, playing with his food as he did. “I know that you probably don’t want to talk about it, so I won’t ask but I do need to know if this means that we need to leave.” You said as you started to eat. “I don’t know yet.” He answered.

“Hey, how was your first day at school?” Brother Kenneth, the man that had allowed us both to join sat next to Caspian. “I think I flunked out.” Caspian looked down at his place, he seemed upset, you assumed because he really wanted it to have worked out here. “At least you got their attention, that’s half the battle.” Kenneth argued. “You saw that?” Caspian glanced at him for a second before closing his eyes and sighing. “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened, I guess it just- Please don’t kick us out.” “And find someone else who can solve for x, I don’t think so, I just want to make sure that you're okay.” There was a hint of a joke in his tone as he looked at Caspian, there was a smile on his face and that gave you cause to relax. “Look I don’t want to sound pushy but most of the kids that come here, they just want a hot meal no questions asked but it seems like you, you're both running from something. If you tell me what it is, I can help.” “I don’t know, can you run away from yourself?” Caspian asked, your hand moved over the table gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “What do you mean?” Kenneth asked as he looked between the both of you. “I mean I don’t know who I am, or maybe I do and that’s the problem.” Caspian leaned forward on the table, his hand twisting upwards to gently hold yours as you attempted to pull away. “The struggle to reconcile conflicting personalities is pretty much par for the course for the brothers here.” Kenneth leant back so that he could catch Caspian’s eye. “Most of us lived very different lives before we took up our vocations.” “I uh.. Saw the tattoos.” Caspians eyes moved down to the art that he was referencing. “You thought those were from prison? I was in a bad metal band.” Kenneth laughed as he twisted his wrist to show them off a little more. “Spent most of my time with a needle.” his hand rested on Caspian’s shoulder “it can seem like we are required to act one way because of society, our parents or even our own bad impulses that we don’t really have a choice.” “Do we?” Caspian asked.

“The great paradox of christian faith is that we believe in predestination, for God all moments in time are present in their immediacy, we also believe in individual free will, in other words sincere can’t know our ultimate futures we can’t know how our choices will effect them, what matters is that we still get to choose.” Kenneth explained, you watch as a small smile stretched across Caspian’s face, it was gone in a second though. “How do you know it’s the right choice?” Caspian asked. “It doesn’t matter so long as you willingly embrace it.” Kenneth answered before standing up and leaving the table. “I assume we’re staying?” You asked, a smile taking over your face when he nodded. You moved to the other side of the table sitting next to him as you finished what was left of your food.

You had been sitting eating the next day, Caspian had taken your place serving, claiming that you do it all the time and that he should do it every once in a while. You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face as you thought about the conversation, you were startled out of your thoughts by someone sitting across from you. “You’ve been quite the thorn in our side, you know that? (Y/N)?” The man asked as he stirred the stew in the bowl. “Who are you?” You asked as your eyes travelled around the canteen and the streets, nothing that you hadn’t seen there before. “See any black SUVs, that always seems like a bad sign.” He said as he looked between you and a person you assumed was Caspian approaching behind you. “For what it’s worth I’m driving a rented Malibu. I lucked into a spot across the street. I’m Julius Pope, by the way.” “You're alone?” Caspian asked, his hand coming up to rest on the centre of your back but not sitting yet. “Just me.” He confirmed. “Look. I-if you want to run again. I’ll understand. I-I just want to talk.” Caspian stayed silent for a moment before he sat down next to you, he leaned forward on one arm the other under the table where your hands were connected your thumb gently running over the back of his hand. “That TikTok, but I deleted it, which means you must have searched all the deleted caches which means you had access to government surveillance tools and military spec facial recog. NSA?” He asked. “Caspian you do not disappoint, by the way, Cary’s okay.” He added, you didn’t like him, he added things like an afterthought used to make you both feel safer, you only hoped that Caspian realised that and didn’t get too caught in searching for answers. “He pulled through and he’s doing better, thought you might like to know.” “What are you going to do to him?” Caspian asked. “You think we’re the bad guys. I get that. Actually, no. I take that back. Even though we have psych profiles that tell us what you’re supposed to think, I don’t pretend to have any idea what this is really like for you.” Julius rattled off explanation after explanation in hopes of getting you to relax. “I don’t imagine anyone on this planet does.” Caspian looked down, you're not sure at what but when he looked up Julius smiled “he used to give me that same look. Stephen Holstrom was my best friend. You, your birth was his idea, we were given the responsibility to guide you but who were we kidding? I guess I just want to apologise to you for screwing that up, ‘cause I can’t apologise to him.” “An apology. That’s how this ends?” Caspian asked. “I don’t know how it ends. It’s up to you.” Julius explained. “Oh, now it’s up to me. Now I have free will.” Capian slumped forward as his eyes fell on Kenneth and a couple of kids across the way. “Does Brother Kennth work for you?” “Who?” Julius asked.

“Does matter. You want me to be Holstrom?” Caspian asked. “Full control of the company that I created and the power to do whatever I want with it.” “Okay.” Julius answered. “You don’t get it. The first thing I’m going to do is trash your UI program, then shut down the rest of the company and sell off the pieces.” Caspian was trying to provoke him, you could tell that much from his tone. “I-I-I used to have this catchphrase. I think I said to Stephen like a hundred times a day. I would say, ‘I work for you, Boss.’” Julius said. “Is that supposed to make you more trustworthy?” You asked. “When we were a struggling start-up, Stephen said ‘let’s pour half our profits into research’ and I said ‘you're wrong.’ A few billion dollars later, he said, ‘let’s take the company private.’ and again, I was like ‘no, you’re damn wrong.’ By the time he got around to ‘let’s fix death,’ it was ‘I work for you boss.’” He explained. “You took the company public again after Holstorm died.” Caspian said. “Because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Just like most of the people who can’t see how you see. Pay no attention to the scared, greedy bald guy behind the curtain okay? Tell me what to do.” “You are going to regret saying that.” Caspian said, a smirk taking over his face. “You’re wrong.” Julius answered, Julius stood from where we was sitting “I’ll give you some time to say goodbye-” “To who?” He asked. “Everyone-” “(Y/N)’s coming with me.” Caspian said. “Caspian-” “(Y/N) comes or I stay.” Caspian tightened his hold on your hand as you attempted to pull your hand away. “Fine.” He looked away from the both of you for a second “don’t take too long.”

Julius took you to a private jet that he said would take you to the block site in Norway where Caspian would find everything that he needed. When you got to the jet Caspian stopped “I need to make a call.” He said before leaning down to you “I should probably explain everything to Maddie.” “Mm.” You hummed in agreement as you stepped away. “Stay there.” He pointed to the stairs “where I can see you.” The conversation seemed to be heated, you heard him raise his voice but eventually he turned and walked back to where you where, helping you stand and leading you into the jet. “What happened?” You asked once you were both seated. “She told me I sound just like him.” He answered, pressing his face into your shoulder. “She didn’t mean that.” You said softly, your hands running through his hair. “She sounded like she meant it.” You felt the sentence vibrate through you as he spoke, quiet and deflated. “I know but the truth is she’s hurt, angry and scared for her dad, she’s also young, she wanted to hurt you and she knew that was the fastest most hurtful thing that she could have said.” Your fingers continued their gentle movement through his hair as the plane started.

After a 9 hour flight you were led into an office one that seemed to be preserved and your thoughts were quickly confirmed by “I upgraded the system over the years of course, that’s what he would have wanted, but I’ve never once sat in the chair. Honest.” He pulled plastic covering off of the desk, your eyes immediately drawn to the little doodle on the desk something that you had definitely seen Caspian draw before said man drew your attention. “That’s the flaw?” He asked, looking at the computer screens that had lit up. “He worked on cracking integrity until the very end. These are the conditionals he was working on when he collapsed.” There was moment of silence that followed Julius’ sentence before Caspian finally spoke. “Okay, enough with the showcase. I don’t care where he died. I wanna see where I was born.” Caspian turned on his heels reaching out to grab your hand when you made no move to follow him.

Julius led you both down to the dingy basement level, which looked a little bit like something out of a horror movie, the fact that they had managed to make something as amazing as Caspian in a place like this gave you pause. As the lights flickered on your eyes drew to every piece of machinery. Caspian attention was drawn to the bag that acted as an amniotic sack while he was growing. “Am I the only one?” “Yes, you’re the only one. First try out the gate. Cloning Stephen was the easy part, relatively speaking. Raising you to be just like him, well that took enormous effort and resources.” Julius answered. “And we still screwed up.” A new voice spoke, you heard the footsteps as Caspian put himself between you and the new threat. “Dr Karl Van Leuwen.” Julius introduced the man that had spoken. “I read the files.” Caspian then turned his attention to the woman that had walked in with Leuwen “who are you?” “Deirdre Ryan, head legal counsel and employee number five at the company.” She introduced herself. “I met Stephen when he was just a kid, not much older than you are now.” She stepped forward and Caspian stepped, your hand clasped the back of his sweater when you both heard a voice that you recognised. “No one is going to hurt you, Caspian.” Renee said softly. “I promise.” “You think I’ll trust one word that comes out of your mouth?” Caspian asked, grabbing the closest thing to him to use as a weapon.

“Whoa.” Julius moved to defuse the situation but everything stopped at the sound of yet another voice that you recognised. “No, but you can trust me. I wouldn’t let them touch either of you, even if they tried.” Cary next to join now with all the adults in a semi circle around you, it became a lot more imposing. “Oh my god.” Renee groaned as she lifted her hand to press against her temple. “Cary let’s de-esculate.” Leuwen stepped forward. “Shut up Karl.” This was starting to get a little aggressive. “Guys, we knew this would be weird. Look, there’s no avoiding that.” Julius looked at each of the adults around the room. “Weird? Weird!? This isn’t even human!” Caspian’s out burst seemed to shock them into silence and he wasn’t done. “You’re not gonna hurt me? You made me to be hurt. You planned it, you carried it out.” He pointed at Julius and Renee respectively and then threw the metal tray he had grabbed before to the floor. “Every life had pain, Stephen insisted that this was the source of his greatness, every choice we made was calculated to bring you closer to that greatness.” Leuwen explained, you frowned as you listened to them. “For what?” Caspian asked exasperatedly, “So you freak can survive death and live forever!?” “No, it’s so the world can survive us.We’re too many for the planet to support. Our carbon based bodies require the gratification of inflexible, finite matter. Freedom from these bodies, these atoms grants us freedom from scarcity, possession, decay, waste… and yes death.” Julius answered. “Do you all understand what you sound like, you're crazy. Caspian is amazing as Caspian. He doesn’t need to be Stephen, the world doesn’t need another Stephen!” You argued drawing everyone’s attention to you. “Why are you still here?” Renee asked, “I thought you were getting rid of her.”

“Touch her and you’ll regret it.” Caspian warned, reaching back to where your hand was still connected to his sweater “That thing you said before I said that, didn't I? I mean Stephen did.” They all gathered together in front of the both of you. “Yes.” Renee answered. “Alright this is what I say now mum dad, you're fired.” Caspian said. “What?” Renee asked at the same time that Cary spoke. “Caspian.” “I wanna dump my shares, then break up the company and sell it for parts.” Caspian ordered. “You can’t do that.” Deirdre was the one to step forward. “He can and he just did.” Julius shut her down. “Julius.” Deirdre warned. “Do as he says.” Julius answered. “We work for you boss.”

Finally back up in an office, one of the brighter rooms in the place, Julius was on the phone to someone talking about a man called Waxman, who was what you could only assume was an employee involved in everything that had been happening behind the scenes. Julius ordered his arrest and hung up the phone, Caspian spoke the moment he knew the line was dead, stepping back from you who was leaning against the desk across from him. “I bet you dreamed of the day you introduced this technology to the world. Ever imagine it would end like this?” “End? You think this is the end?” Julius asked. “Every system needs to be taken off like and sponged clean, none of the UI’’s would survive. “ Every one of them would survive.. If anyone were to get wiped in the system beads they may suffer some lose but they would soon resurrect at home.” “It’s the miracle of backs.” Julius explained. “People won’t allow it.” Caspian argued. “Who won’t?” Julius asked, “People, Look at them, they're rioting all over the world, they’re freaking out.” Caspian gestured towards the computer screen. “You know how many millions of people have protested against nuclear weapons since then. But toothpaste does not go back in the tube.” “this is not the end of it, every country who has an AI will protect it, hide it, and lie about it. Every government that doesn’t have one will make one up and lie about it.” “More UIs.” Caspian stood next to you face Julius. “Countless UIs” Julius confirmed. “Then we end another way because they will not be controlled.” Caspian argued. “Stephen predicted as much, which was why he wanted to be the first to crack integrity.” Julius stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So he could make them more powerful.” Caspian accused him. “Not him, one, one whose speed and power will not degrade and therefore cannot be matched.”One whose interest align with humanity. “One UI to rule them all.” Caspian mumbled more to himself. “More like you will have no others before me.” Julius corrected. “Oh sjit, Biblical.” Caspian gave him a sarcastic response. “As an organising tool for civilisation you gotta admit monotheism was a killer app.” Julius smiled. “The killer part sure.” Caspian shrugged. “No if you choose the right god.” Julius smiled. “Who did you have in mind?” Caspian asked. “You didn’t hear me. I said, ‘not if you pick the right god.’” Julius remarked and you looked between them. “Or we just wait and see how this plays out.” “What do you think?” Caspian asked, turning to you.

“I never met any of the UIs Caspian, I can’t help you make that decision, of all of the ones that you met, who do you think would make the best and most fair and impartial judge, someone who can keep the rest in line?” You posed the question, in hopes that it would help him get to the answer that he was looking for. “David.” He mumbled softly as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling out his phone. He called Maddie but he only managed to have a small conversation before they seemed to be cut off. “The network is down.” Julius informed us. “What one?” Caspian asked. “All of them.” He answered as you looked at him and frowned. “The internet is going dark everywhere, we don’t have much time.” “What do you mean?” Caspian asked. “Until the world feels ready to come back online, when the network comes back so do the UIs-” “David Kim is gone.” Caspian sid, almost as if that were the end of the conversation and the world as you knew it. “David Kim?” Julius asked. “He was the one I could see trusting to carry the responsibility.” He sounded so dejected and you reached out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Let’s get you working on his source code then.” Julius stood from where he was sitting to walk out of his office. “What?” Caspian asked. “We kept a copy of course, the miracle of backups.” Julius answered, turning back to look at him. “We should ask Maddie beforeyou start this.” You suggested. “I can’t get her hopes up before I figured this out.” Caspian answered as he followed Julius out. “Please just trust me.” Caspian put his hand out for you to take. “When have I ever doubted you?” You asked, taking his hand “be careful with him.” Your eyes travelled to Julius as you all settled into a walk back to Holstrom’s old office, when you got there, Caspian walked over to the desk sitting down, he started working on cracking integrity.

It was late in the evening, you had fallen asleep on the sofa in the office after Julius had finally left. Caspian took a moment to glance over at you smiling softly at the position that you had fallen asleep in, he stood from his chair and walked over gently moving you into a more comfortable position and covering you over with a blanket. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you but he was thankful that you were there.

You. The variable. The girl who stuck by him. The girl he would put all of his all into protecting no matter the cost. Caspian leant down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, he needed to make a better world for you to thrive in.

*Part 4*

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Just a Little Jealous

Dean Winchester x reader

This is inspired by the amazingly talented @via-l0ve ‘s French Mistake headcanons that I definitely recommend you read and drop a follow while you’re at it! Via is so unbelievably sweet and I’m so honored to have permission to build off of her work!

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You and Castiel had been studying lore in the bunker while Dean and Sam were on a hunt. You were expecting the normal routine when the boys got home, so when you heard the door unlock, you weren’t expecting Dean to be hugging you before you could even get to the staircase. “Hi baby, what’s going on?” You ask softly as he peppers you with kisses, Sam just chuckles but he’s also clearly a little frazzled. “You’ll never believe that just happened” Dean mutters into your hair as he kisses the top of your head. “Try us” you smile as you gesture to yourself and Cas, Dean just glares at the angel.

“Y/N!” Dead said, exasperated

The actor looks up, “Jensen?” They say, clearly confused. Dean’s shoulders slump as he sighs “y-yea, right, sorry” he says, rubbing his temple as he looks back up to see Cas- Misha. To see Misha walking over, then kissing you. Or not you, but you. “Oh hell” Dean mutters

After explaining you just sigh and pull Dean into a hug. “Well, for one, I will not be kissing Castiel. And for two, my actor person must be really dumb to pass on the chance to do this” you say, and Dean looks a bit confused until you pull him into a deep, long kiss. One that makes Castiel look away and Sam fake gag. Dean has a big smile on his face as you pull away. “What do I gotta do to get kissed like that more?” He teases, you smirk “apparently get jealous more” Dean gasps “I was not jealous!” He says definitely, you and Sam both scoff “you literally threatened Cas’ life like eight times on the drive home” Sam says. “Okay maybe I was just a little jealous, but in my defense Y/N KISSED CAS.” He says, making everyone laugh a bit. You smile up at him “not as hard as I just kissed you I hope” Dean nods in acknowledgment “not as hard as you just kissed me” he says as he throws his arm around you. “Yea and if you ever do that infront of me again I’ll vomit” Sam chimes in, Dean flips him off. “Is no one worried about this other world?” Cas asks. “I’m less worried now that you aren’t locking lips with y/n” Dean comments, you and Cas both sigh. This was gonna be quite an experience.

Laying awake at night as Dean clings to your side, one hand playing with your hair and the other wrapped tightly around your waist wasn’t very uncommon, and it wasn’t shocking that it happened tonight. “You alright?” You kiss the top of his head where it rests on your shoulder. “All good” he mumbles, you both know it’s a lie, but you also know that pushing for information won’t help anyone right now. “We can talk tomorrow, yea?” You whisper, he smiles up at you and nods.

Maybe he’d been more than just a little jealous

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John Winchester Meets Castiel

Set in Season 14 when John comes back…

3rd P.O.V:

“Dean…Dean get up.” Castiel whispered to his boyfriend that was lying on top of him. “Dean, you can’t stop me from going like this.” Dean groaned and moved his head into Castiel’s neck. “Why do you have to leave? We finally have no cases and now you want to go out.”

Castiel smiled softly kissing his forehead, “It’ll be quick, I just need to go check up on one of the hunters. I’ll be back before you know it.” Dean finally rolled off of him and looked up at Cas, “I already know it. You better make it up to me.”

Castiel nods and gives dean a quick kiss. When he pulled away Dean groaned again and rolled back over going to sleep mumbling a “Bye baby.” as Cas left.

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After solving a case earlier in the day, which resulted in some teenagers stealing the impala and realeasing some ghosts upon a party, Sam and Dean were now back at the bunker with a pearl that they’re hoping will fix their Micheal problems.

Sam was standing holding the Baozhu in his hands while Dean sat at the table, with a beer. “John Wayne Gacy’s ghost. Well, that’s one of the record books.” Dean said. “Dean, I think this is it.” Sam told him going over to him.

“The pearl?” Dean asked skeptically. Sam confirmed it so Dean trusted him, “Let’s do it.” Sam stopped Dean as reaching out, “Are you—are you sure you don’t want to call Mom or - or wait for Cas?”

Dean shook his head pearl, “No. No, ‘ceause, you know, if this mojo works like you say, great. If not…why get their hopes up? Besides Cas will be back in a few anyway.” He answered standing next to Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed handing the pearl to his brother. Dean looked at it, “So, what do I…” Sam shrugeed, “I don’t know I-I guess you - you hold the pearl and - and concentrate on what your heart desires.”

“Micheal outta my head. Got it.” Dean picked up the pearl and held it in his hand. He looked at Sam before closing his fist around it, closing his eyes. The lights in the bunker start to flicker, the red emergency lights coming on. Dean opened his eyes as he and Sam look around the room.

A man appeared from behind them and swung at Sam, making Sam move, but the man hits him with his gun, pushing Sam to the floor. Dean swings at the man, but the man hits him several times, sending Dean to the ground, near Sam and they hear a gun cock.

“Don’t you move.” A deep voice said as the emergency light turned off and the regular lights come back on. Dean and Sam looked up at the man in shock, “Dad?”

John looked at the boys in shock, “Dean? Sam? What in the hell?” He asked looking around the room as he boys stood up from the floor. Sam and Dean keped their eyes on him shocked.

“Sammy. Aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?” John asked confused, “Palo Alto?” Dean looked at his father breating heavily. “What happened to you?” John asked.

“What year is it?” Dean said, more like whispered out. “It’s 2003.” John said and Sam’s eyes widened. “It’s 2019.” Sam told him.

“No. How?” Sam looked to Dean but he stayed silent still proccessing, “We, uh…I - I think we summoned you.” He told his father.

“You buys better tell me what the hell is giong on right now.”

……………………………………….

After moving to the kitchen and pouring out a few drinks they explained what their father had missed. “So, you saved the world?” John asked making Dean respond with, “More than once.” as John followed along.

“Then it’s all true. God, the devil, you boys smack in the middle. Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid.” The boys nodded confirming his understandings. Sam looked at their dad, “Well actually Castiel’s not only an angel he’s D-”

Dean cut him off, “A hunter. He-uh, he’s been hunting for a while helping us out.” Sam gave him a confused look and Dean avoided his eyes. “And you’ve done this whole time-travel thing before?”

Dean nodded, “A few times. Actually, uh, our grandfather, your dad - he’s the one who helped us find this place. I think he’d be really happy to know you’re finally here.” John looked around, “Right. Man of Letters.”

“Yeah. W-We’re legacies…because of you.” Sam said. John smiled at Sam, then chuckled to himself, “So, you’ve um - you’ve been busy.” Sam said, “A little bit.”

John smiled sadly, “I-I don’t…I-I just…I just wish that I had been there to see it.” Dean looked at his dad, “Dad, none of this would have happened without you.” But John shook his head, “It’s good. It’s fine. I-I went out takin’ out Yellow Eyes. I mean, that was the point, right? I mean, get the thing that killed mom.”

Sam and Dean looked at eachtother, “Yeah, yeah, uh, DAd. About Mom…” Sam started until they hear Mary’s voice from the hallway. “Sam? Dean?”

John turned around shocked, “Mary?” Mary walked into the kitchen, and John turned around smiling at her. She walked over to him in shock, as he stood up from the table. Mary smiled at him as John leaned down to kiss her. They embraced eachother as Sam and Dean looked up. Sam gestured for Dean to leave the kitchen, and they boys stood up from the table to leave.

Dean smiled as they walked down the hallway, “It’s Dad. This is amazing, man. I’m - I’m - I’m freaking out.” He said then jumped as Sam hit his head, “Ow! What the h-”

“Why did you lie about Cas?!” Sam asked and Dean paused sighing, “Look, we haven’t seen dad in what, 14 years?! How do you think he’s going to respond to me dating, well, Cas.” Dean leaned against the wall and his eyes closed. “Look just, give me some time. He just got back give it a minute.”

Sam sighed and nodded, “Okay, but you gotta figure it out before Cas comes back. But, how did this even happen?” Dean and Sam continued walking and Dean answered, “I-I-I don’t know . You said that the - pearl gives you what your heart desires, right? So, my heart desired - I - I’ve wanted this, man. I’ve - I’va wanted this since I was 4 years old.”

“Okay, I know, and I-I love this, too, Dean. I do, honestly, but - but messing with time-” Dean cut Sam off, “No, no, no Sam.” Sam sighed, “You know how this ends. Things change.” Dean nodded, “Yeah, great - we got our family back together. I’ll take that change.”

“That’s not waht I mean.” Sam said. Dean groaned and turned towards him, “Stop. Just stop, okay? Look, can - can we just have one family dinner? Just one? Us - all of us together. That’s all I want. Can you just give me that?” Dean asked rhetorically and walked away.

……………………………………….

After finding out that John being there changed the timeline…a little too much, Sam being a talk show hippie, Dean basially a serial killer on the run…and much, much more-they decided to have a last family dinner before they sent John back.

Sam and Dean sat across from John and Mary, everyone quiet, as they ate in silence. John looked up at every one, “Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming, or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me…” He laced his hand with Marys and kissed it. “I choose grateful. So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen.” The rest of them said Amen as well and started laughing and talking throughout the dinner.

The door to the bunker opened a little later and Castiel walked in Dean’s eyes widening, fogetting to talk to his dad. “Dean, Sam? I saw Mary’s car here is everything alri-” He paused seeing John and looked around. Mary smiled loving Castiel, especially since he makes Dean happy.

“John Winchester…” Castiel said confused. Mary looked at John, “John this is Castiel he’s Dean’s-” Dean cut her off, “He’s the angel. The one we told you about.” Mary looked at him half confused half disappointed. Castiel on the other hand…

“Is that right Dean?” Dean cursed to himself, “He’s right I am the angel I just came to let Sam and Dean know that Katy and Shawn’s hunt is going well. I should get going-” Mary stood up, “Castiel sit.”

Castiel sat in the chair next to Dean’s but moved it further still slightly upset with his boyfriend. Although he could understand why he didn’t say anything yet, it still hurt the angel. “Cmon Cas don’t do that.” Dean said quietly, “So how did you meet the boys Castiel?” John asked curious.

Sam laughed, “He’s the one who gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition.” Dean glared at his brother, but nodded. “I uh, went to hell for something a while back, and Castiel pulled me out, said my time on Earth wasn’t done.” Dean said smiling at him.

“You were in hell?” John asked and Dean nodded, “Yeah. Met Cas in a shed with Bobby when I got back.” Castiel looked over at John, “He stabbed me.” Mary and Sam laughed, then looked at each other and John looked around, “I feel like I’m missing something.”

Mary looked at Dean, “Dean.” Dean slid up in his seat, “I - Cas is - when -” Castiel looked at Dean and shook his head. “You don’t have to.” He said softly so only they could hear and Dean looked at him and without breaking eye contact said, “Castiel’s my boyfriend.”

He didn’t want to look at John but forced himself to and when John proccessed he nodded and said, “Okay.” Everybody looked straight to him and Dean looked at him as though his head was on fire. “Okay? Okay?!” John laughed.

“Dean, he raised you from hell. He raised you from Damn Hell- and I’m sure he has made sure you haven’t died a hundred times since then-” Castiel said quickly “246 times.” Mary laughed and looked back at John.

“Dean, I see this life you have now and I see in this only 5 minutes that Castiel makes you happy.” Dean smiled and nodded, “Yeah, he does.” Everyone continued eating and talking as Dean grabbed the leg of Castiel’s stool and pulled him closer to his. “Dean I know how hard that was-”

Dean shook his head, “No, I-I’m glad I told him. He’s right, you do make me happy.” Castiel smiled and they went back to the conversation holding hands under the table. “So Castiel 245 times seems like a lot.” John said. “Yes he often disregaurds his safety. Like when he charged in to kill Ruby-” Sam choked on his drink and John looked over.

“Who’s Ruby?” Dean smiled smugly and looked at Sam who shook his head as to say ‘nobody’ but Dean answered, “Ruby is the demon that Sam was…dating?” Sam glared at him, “We were not-it wasn’t-” Mary’s eyes widened, “You dated a demon?!” Sam shook his head, and before he could answer Castiel stepped in, “No, they were simply sleeping together while she used him to resurect Lucifer from a cage in hell.”

Dean, Mary, and John laughed while Sam tried to defend himself to no luck. “Okay, well Dean technically had a daughter.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “No-okay, she was not my-you’re the one who killed her and-”

The rest of the night went on like this until they had to destroy the pearl and send John back, and in doing so put everything back.

Dean and Cas were back in Dean’s bed that night, both in a t-shirt and one of Dean’s sweatpants, this outfit chioce taking a while for Castiel to get used to over the past few years of them dating.

“I have to leave again tomorrow, Rowena said she might have a trail on-” Dean kissed him successfully quieting the angel. “No. You are staying here tomorrow and we are not going to leave this room…okay maybe for breakfast, and lunch…but that is it.”

Castiel smiled and nodded kissing Dean again before Dean lied his head on Cas’s chest falling asleep.

[cyclegrooversbabies]

devious content - cyclegroover

summary : you and your best friend’s brother make content for his tiktok, but it takes a devious turn

warnings : swearing, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, public sex, daddy kink

a/n : he hasn’t name revealed, so we’re gonna call him aiden. enjoy :)

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your day has been long and boring, and your night has been even longer and more boring. you had plans with your best friend, audrey, but she canceled at the last minute. unfortunately, her boyfriend tends to be more of a priority sometimes.

so, instead of drinking, eating junk food, and dancing to your favorite music, you’re lying alone in bed. it wasn’t how you planned to spend your night, but it’s not the worst.

“slow down here. i don’t know my way around here.” you mumble the lyrics to the song playing on your tv.

your phone lay beside you, lighting up with different notifications, causing you to turn your head toward it. the green messages icon pops up, showcasing a few messages from aiden, your best friend’s brother.

despite your confusion and amusement, you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. it's not at all unlike aiden to hit you up about filming at late hours. however, telling you to wear a dress? completely unlike him.

yet, you find yourself rummaging through your clothes, flicking hanger after hanger to find something formal. you scrunch your face up, having no idea what to wear. puffing out a breath, you dig deeper into the closet, crossing from casual wear to fancy. your fingers graze over a black silk dress and you pause, tugging the fabric out to examine it.

surely, this isn't what he has in mind.

your thoughts are cut off by the loud exhaust from the all too familiar kawasaki motorbike that aiden rides. your eyes widen and you quickly yank the dress from the hanger, hastily stripping from your clothes and pulling the dress over your body.

just as you pull your hair out of the back of the dress, your bedroom door opens, and in walks aiden, cladded in a full suit.

your jaw drops as you take him in in all of his delicious glory. the sleeves of his blazer fit snugly around his torso, hugging him in all the right places. his short curls dance gracefully across his forehead, showcasing his warm brown eyes. your mouth physically salivates at the sight of him in front of you.

"hey." he says, his gaze going up and down your figure.

you lick your lips and swallow, "hi."

"so," he clears his throat and raises his eyebrows. "you ready?"

amusement plasters across your face as you look at him, "am i ready? i don't even know what we're doing, and i look like an idiot."

his eyes linger on the thigh high slit of your dress, and he shakes his head. "i told you, we're gonna film. and you definitely don't look like an idiot."

your cheeks flush the slightest bit. "don't you think i need a bit more time to get ready?"

"all you need is your shoes and a jacket. i've got your helmet outside, and we can just put a pair of heels in my bag or something."

you bite your inner cheek and shrug after a moment of contemplation. aiden steps forward and pulls out a black jacket from your closet, holding it out for you to put it on. you grin to yourself and turn around, sliding your arms through the sleeves as he lays it over your shoulders.

“i saw your shoes by the front door. i’ll go grab them while you pick whatever heels you want.” he states, heading out of your room.

you do as he says, quickly gathering a pair of simple black stilettos. holding them by the straps, you follow him out to the living room where he’s got your tennis shoes in hand.

“thanks.” you say as he tosses them to you. slipping them on and tying them up, you look over at him, “so, what exactly are we doing?”

he gives you a look as if he’s already told you a million times — which he has, kind of — “we’re going out and we’re filming.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, i gathered that.”

“just trust me.”

“trust you?” you snort.

he smirks, “when have i ever let you down, shorty?”

you can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face as you roll your eyes again. you toss your heels at him, not sparing a second glance as you head out the front door. he chuckles at you, slipping your shoes in his bag and following you out.

once the two of you are settled on the bike, his bag on your back and your arms around his waist, you’re off to whatever mysterious destination he has planned for you.

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it doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach an empty parking lot lit up by street lights. as you come to a stop, you almost don’t want to let go, reveling in the warmth he provides as well as the mouth watering cologne he’s wearing. not to mention his body fits perfectly against yours, like you’re made for each other.

aiden shuts the engine off and kicks out the kickstand, placing his hands on your thighs. you ignore the tingling his touch leaves and take a deep breath.

“can you explain what we’re doing now?” you ask for what feels like the millionth time.

you can’t see his face, but you can hear the amusement in his voice as he speaks, “we’re filming a tiktok. a dancing tiktok. to pony.”

you pause your movement, one leg on the ground, the other hooked over the bike, “by ginuwine?”

“the one and only.”

you bite your tongue and climb off the bike, instantly removing his bag and pulling out your heels. the song’s very sexual, and just the thought of dancing to it with him makes your stomach clench.

aiden gets off the bike and ushers you to sit back down on it, facing him from the side. he unties your shoes and removes them, along with your socks. taking one heel in his hand, he begins to slip your foot in it and lace it up.

you stare down at him, only catching his eyes through the open visor. he looks concentrated. for some reason, the gesture feels oddly intimate, and you’re not sure what to make of it. but you know how it makes you feel.

you’ve always found him incredibly sexy, from the way he talks to the way he acts and dresses. sometimes you want to jump his bones, but his sister being your best friend prevents you from crossing that line.

“thank you.” you whisper in appreciation after he gets both of your heels on.

he clears his throat, “yeah, no problem.”

he helps you off the bike, keeping his hands on your waist to make sure you’re steady. once he pulls away, you remove your jacket and set it with your sneakers. you step aside as he begins to get his phone set up and ready.

he walks backwards a bit and adjusts his jacket, smoothing down the sides before turning to you. “how do i look?” he questions, holding his arms out.

“hot.” the word slips from your mouth before you can catch yourself, causing your face to burn a bright ride. choosing not to dwell on it, you do a spin and ask, “how about me?”

“edible.” he answers.

his response halts your movement. you can feel your core practically throbbing from the one word he used to describe you. your stomach twists up with desire and uncertainty, wanting nothing more than to fuck him right then and there, but also knowing that probably isn’t the best idea.

“how do you want to start?” you ask, attempting to sway your mind and its filthy thoughts.

after a couple of minutes of explaining what he wants to happen, the two of you are ready. he starts the recording and back tracks to his bike in the middle of the screen. you stand off to the side, out of view until your cue. the song begins playing, and aiden starts the dance.

you guys do a few takes, both of you having to stop at certain points because there’s no denying it’s getting hot and heavy between the two of you. you never would’ve guessed he’d have you soaked tonight, but you can feel the dampness between your legs. luckily for you, he’s also struggling to hold it together. though neither of you address it, the bulge in his slacks is proof that he’s turned on.

deciding to give it one more shot to get it right, the music starts again.

i’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner.

you slide into view of the camera, sauntering over to him in a sexy manner. he’s straddling his bike backwards, leaving room for you to climb on.

someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off.

you climb on the bike, your thighs straddling his to where you’re practically in his lap, and you roll your hips into his as if you’re riding him. his bulge presses directly into your core, eliciting a moan from you. a groan escapes his lips at the sweet sound you made and the feeling of you against him. both of you freeze, only for him to grab the bottom of your helmet and yank you closer to him.

“i think this is where we turn the camera off.” he speaks, his voice low and husky.

your breath catches in your throat, though you choose not to think too much into his comment. he slides you back, his grip tight on your thighs. the pressure goes straight to between your legs, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“or,” you start in a breathy tone, “we can leave it on.”

his fingers dig into your skin, surely leaving bruises. he caresses your legs for just a moment before pulling back and removing his helmet. his curls fall back into place along his forehead. his dark brows furrow, his eyes darkening as he looks at you. reaching forward, he grasps your helmet and softly pulls it from your head. setting both aside, you’re both left staring at each other with heaving chests.

“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now.” he croaks, tossing his head back just a bit.

your heart races in your chest, your stomach tightening as you take in his words. you bite your lip, pondering what to say. regardless of whether or not it’s a bad idea, you’ve never wanted anything more.

“what’s stopping you?” you whisper, tilting your head.

he catches your eye and stops for a moment. in just a split second, he’s yanking you back into him with his hand around your neck. his eyes roam your face, searching for any signs of hesitation. finding nothing but lust, he kisses your fiercely.

a small gasp erupts from your mouth as his lips meet yours. in an instant, he has you back on top of his lap, one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other gripping your neck. your hands trail up his arms and run down his torso, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath his suit.

the pressure of his kiss makes you dizzy, a subtle taste of mint lingers on his tongue as he makes his way into your mouth. your tongues dance, teeth clash, consuming one another's oxygen. your hands move frantically against him, wrapping around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. he tightens his grip on your hips, grinding you against him.

"if you wanna stop, i suggest we do it now. 'cause i'm like ten seconds away from bending you over my bike and filling you up with my cum." aiden groans against your mouth, breathless as he speaks.

you roll your hips against his once more, your core practically sobbing for stimulation. the feeling of his hard member pressed against you as you move makes your face scrunch in pleasure. you lick your kiss swollen lips and stare into his eyes. "aiden."

his eyes almost roll to the back of his head at the sound of your whiny voice moaning his name. he brings your face closer to his, pressing a few more wet kisses to your mouth, before pulling away to let you continue.

"please fuck me." you beg, grinding against him. "right here, right now."

his mouth slams back onto yours, his hands sliding down your legs. reaching the end of your dress, he slides it up to your waist, showcasing your little black panties. goosebumps litter your skin from the cool night air mixed with the warmth of his touch.

"you're so fucking sexy, baby." he mumbles into the kiss.

his fingers trail up your thighs, dipping into the waistband of your panties, teasingly running along the trim. you pull back in frustration, using one hand to brace yourself on his shoulder, and the other to remove your underwear yourself. before you can set them aside, he takes them from you and slides them in your mouth.

"god, i can't wait to feel your pussy around me." he moans, drinking in the sight of you. he repositions you until you're straddling one of his thighs and gives you a devilish grin. "until then, you’re gonna ride my thigh like a good girl.”

as soon as your bare heat comes in contact with the smooth material of his slacks, your lips part with a small gasp. he places his hands on your waist, guiding you back and forth over his leg. lewd moans fall from your mouth as your clit bushes against his leg. he flexes his leg, his muscles tightening beneath you, providing better friction.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss as you try to keep your composure. your arousal seeps into his pants, creating a sticky lubricant. he slightly lifts his leg, bumping into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” he coos, peeking down at your sopping center as you chase your pleasure. “that’s it, make a mess all over daddy’s leg.”

your movement becomes frantic, your teeth biting down on your panties to try to contain your moans. your saliva soaks into them, making your arousal much more noticeable as it coats your tongue. the knot in your stomach tightens, indicating your incoming orgasm.

aiden pulls the underwear from your mouth, “aht, aht. i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”

one of his hands trail up from your waist, applying the perfect amount of pressure along your body. his hand grasps your neck, his thumb against your chin as he brings your face towards his. his eyes take in your face that’s contorted with pleasure, and he can’t help but admire how fucking good you look.

“all mine.” he mutters to himself as his thumb traces your parted lips.

“feels so good.” you whine, your hips bucking as the knot inside of you snaps, bringing you over the edge with a pornographic moan.

aiden holds you against him as your body convulses, kissing the side of your neck while encouraging you to let it all out. your juices drip onto his leg, soaking the material between the two of you. your breathing is heavy as your eyes flutter from the satisfying sensation.

“you’re so hot when you cum.” he smirks, “i bet you’re even hotter cumming on my dick.”

the thought alone sends a new wave of arousal through your body, leaving you clenching, your pussy desperate for more. you slowly slide off of his lap, using the bike for support as your body feels weak. after catching your breath, you glance up at him and take in his hungry gaze. licking your lips, you reach out for his belt buckle.

his mouth sports a devious grin as he watches you unbuckle his belt. his erection painfully strains against his pants, eager to be set free from its restrictions. after releasing the buckle, you immediately unbutton his slacks, yearning for the feeling of his hardened member.

"so desperate to be stuffed by my cock." he teases in a condescending tone.

"wanna feel you inside me." you mumble, your cheeks flushing at your own words.

he audibly groans at your comment and helps you in pulling out his length. your mouth waters at the sight; long and thick, a few veins running along the shaft, a pretty pink tip with dribbles of precum. your small hand wraps around him, barely able to enclose him with your fingers. a breathy sigh leaves his mouth when you make contact.

"such a pretty cock." you whisper, leaning forward to lick the tip.

his hips buck when your tongue grazes the head of his dick, his precum spread across your tongue. his hand tangles in your hair, swiftly pulling you up to his mouth and kissing you with everything he has.

he's never been so turned on in his life. you've always done something to him, and he can't believe he's finally getting you where he wants you. you're in the same exact boat. the thought of sneaking around with your best friend's brother is so wrong, but fuck, does it feel so right.

aiden kicks his leg over his bike, stepping off. he turns you to face him, taking your face in his hands and pressing his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss. his hands travel down your body and beneath you, squeezing your ass, pulling a moan from you.

he lifts you from the bike and gently sets you down on the ground, pressing a few more kisses to your lips. “turn around.”

you do as he says, turning around and bending over, using his bike for support. he softly kicks your legs apart, causing your heart to hammer with anticipation in your chest. you can feel the continuous arousal seep from your aching hole.

he very slowly lifts your dress. you take a sharp breath when the cool air hits your bare center. his hands knead your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to showcase your dripping heat.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby.” he moans.

he brings his hand between your thighs, ghosting over where you need him most. his fingers graze your pussy, pulling a soft whimper from you. spreading your juices around, his thumb massages your clit in soft circles, causing your legs to jerk. his middle digit circles around your entrance, teasing you.

before you can beg him to do something, his finger plunges into you. a loud yelp leaves your lips, and you’re instantly clenching around him. his finger so long and slender, rubbing against your rigid walls so delicately.

before you can even indulge in the feeling, he removes his hand. you whine and shake your hips, pressing your ass against him, needing to feel more. he tsks with a chuckle, bringing his hand down on your cheek with a sharp slap. you squeak and attempt to close your legs, but he places himself between them, preventing you from doing so.

he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding it up and down your slickness. your breath hitches and your body grows hot. in one deep thrust, he pushes into you, bottoming out inside of your gushing hole.

“oh my — fuck.” you squeal, involuntarily clenching around him.

“i know, baby.” he breathes through his nose, attempting to keep control and not completely ravage you on the spot.

his hands hold your hips as he pulls back, rutting forward to fill you back up. soft moans spill from you as he strokes you deep and slow. his fingertips dig into your skin as he brings you back to meet his thrusts. your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as pleasure floods your veins. he bites down on his bottom lip, head tossed back from the pure bliss.

blowing out a breath, he refocuses on where you’re connected. what a sight. your pussy grips him so tightly, sucking him back in every time he pulls away. your fluid soaks his dick, leaving a creamy ring around the base. with every pump, your fleshy ass bounces off of his hips, waves rippling through it.

“fuck — you take me so fucking well.” he groans as you push against him.

your face scrunches up, tears welling in your eyes from the immense pleasure. you’re already so close to cumming again. aiden reaches up and wraps your hair around his hand, tugging your head back. your jaw falls open, heavy breaths and mewls leaving your mouth as he reaches around with his opposite hand and rubs your clit.

“god, you feel s-so good daddy.” you cry out, both of your hands gripping the seat below you.

his thrusts grow harder and faster, throaty moans emitting from his mouth. “dirty little whore, calling your best friend’s brother daddy. who knew you were such a slut? you like it that much, hm?”

sobs leave you mouth as the tightness in your stomach grows. you can’t help but meet his every movement, it hurts so good. your legs shake, and if it weren’t for the bike beneath you, they would’ve given out by now.

“fuck, aiden..” you moan loudly as he digs into your sweet spot. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

he groans as he feels you clenching around him. his thrusts grow erratic, “god, you’re everything. so fucking perfect.” his finger on your sensitive bud speeds up, pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “you’re close, aren’t you? yeah. let it go, baby.”

your pussy clamps down at his words, squeezing his cock as the pressure inside your stomach grows unbearable. silent moans fall from your mouth as your hips buck. the way he’s fucking you so deliciously sends you over the edge, your essence saturating his cock as you cum.

“that’s it.” he coos, “that’s my good girl.”

his strokes become sloppy as he chases his own release. he wraps an arm around your neck, holding you flush against his chest. his other arm wraps around your waist to keep you upright as he drills into you.

“daddy.” you sob, “want you to cum inside me. please, want your cum so bad.”

“yeah? you want me to fill you up with my babies?” he grunts, shoving as deep as humanly possible. “you’re unreal. so fucking filthy.”

he holds you tight, keeping you against him as he cums with a raspy moan. his cock twitches inside you, releasing a hot, milky load inside of you. everything feels fuzzy as he empties himself deep in your pussy, and you can’t help but smile.

before he even pulls out, your phone starts ringing. you choose to ignore it, but he picks it up and smirks as he reads the contact name. audrey. he looks over at you, then presses answer and puts it on speaker, holding it out for you. your eyes widen as you look back and forth from him and the phone.

“hello?” you hear audrey ask from the other end.

“h-hello?” you reply in a pant.

“where are you?” she asks.

aiden pulls you back into him, shoving his cock deeper into you, catching you off guard. you gasp, eyes closing from the feeling.

“hello? what’s wrong?” audrey speaks up.

you clear your throat, shaking your head. “nothing. what?”

she groans, “where are you? ethan and i got into a fight and i just need a girls night.”

before you can catch yourself, you’re rolling your eyes. of course she wants to hangout now. she blew off your plans just to come crawling back when her and her boyfriend aren’t getting along.

you’re not complaining though. you just had the best orgasm of your life.

aiden pulls out of you, leaving you shuddering. he tucks himself back into his pants and pulls your dress down, covering you back up. he sends you a look, reminding you that you haven’t responded to his sister.

“um, okay. i can be home in like 15, just meet me there.” you say, hanging up before she can reply.

you look over at aiden, catching his eye. he’s got a panty dropping grin on his face as he watches you, admiring the way your skin is flushed, how your hair is tangled, and the dried tears on your cheeks. you look especially fucked out, and he can’t help but smile because he’s the one who’s got you like that.

“so.” he says.

“so..” you awkwardly repeat.

he quietly chuckles, “don’t make it weird now. i fucked you, and you liked it.”

your face turns bright red and you shove him, shaking your head at his words.

he tosses an arm around you, laughing as he pulls you into him. “hey, it’s okay. i loved it.” he leans down and kisses you hard. “and don’t think that’s the last time, you’re mine now.”

your stomach flutters with butterflies as you kiss him. this is definitely not something you’ll regret.

“now, let’s go. my sister needs a hug from you. so, that’s what you’re gonna do… with my kids dripping down your legs.”

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a/n : first fic :))) he’s so sexy idc idc, need him to breed me!!!!!