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hating is fun but sometimes you see someone only ever be a hater and never a lover and it's like. ok well do you like anything at all or do you only see the world in shades of bad to worse

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Anything.

TW: Fluff, gayness, gay fluff, human!cas (hes so eepy), h/c?, cuddling, just cuteness in general, Sam is in here too a little

Note: This is inspired by a few lyrics from the song "anything" by Adrianne Lenker! Yes, I am extremely obsessed with her music. Don't judge me. This is also kind of like a '2 in 1' type if thing where each lyric is a short little peice. Anyway, enjoy! ^^

-------------------Dean x Cas-------------------

"I wanna sleep in your car while you're driving,"

Castiel was dead asleep in the back of the Impala.

Dean didn't mind it, because he looked adorable. Like, really cute.

His hair was fluffed, a little messy. He had a burger wrapper hanging out of one of his hands.

He was sat up against the car door, his legs stretched out on the seat.

He wasn't wearing his shoes, or either of his coats. Just a white button down, a very loose tie, blue pants, and socks he stole from Dean that said "I ❤️ MY ANGEL" on them.

Why did he steal socks that were 'about him'?

Because he called Dean 'His Angel'.

Dean was staring at Cas through his rear-view mirror.

"You gonna watch the road or just your boyfriend, Dean?" Sam chuckled, grinning.

"Shut up." Dean corrected his eyes, fixing them on the road.

But, he couldn't help but just look back up at Cas.

"I knew it!" Sam laughed.

Dean threw a balled up wrapper at him, even though he was kind of laughing too.

"Sorry, Sammy. A crash is worth getting into if he's the last thing I see," Dean looked back over to Sam.

"Yuck!" Sam laughed even louder.

Cas moved slightly in the back, turned his head towards Dean's seat.

"Shh, don't wake him.." Dean put his finger to his lips.

"You're in lovee.." Sam teased, punching Dean softly in the arm.

"I..Yeah..maybe I am.." Dean cleared his throat, looking at Cas one last time in the mirror before getting off at the exit.

"Lay on your lap while I'm crying."

Cas held Dean tight, not trying to calm him down or console him, but just letting him do what he needed to do.

Dean sobbed quietly into Cas' shoulder, balling up fists of Cas' coat in his hands.

Dean mumbled angry words into Cas' chest, hitting one fist against him.

Cas stroked Dean's hair and back softly, one hand still on Dean's lower back, holding him as close as possible.

Dean sniffled, pulling his head back.

Castiel's eyes going grossly soft when they rounded Dean's blushed face, drenched in salty tears.

Cas took his hand and wiped Dean's tears, cupping his cheek.

Dean leaned into the soft touch, blinking more tears away.

"I love you" Dean whispered, his voice sad and broken.

"I love you too, Dean." Cas replied, pulling Dean back into his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair.

Dean buried his face into the crook of Cas' neck, wrapping his own limbs around Cas' frame.

With a smile, Cas kissed Dean again and leaned them back against Dean's head board, letting Dean's head fall into his lap.

He was still crying, just less. Because he had his family. His boyfriend. His best friend.

Dean's lips curled into a soft smile towards the ceiling.

"So much." Dean chuckled, taking his hand off Cas' legs to wipe his face.

"So much." Cas repeated, still holding Dean's hand and face, staring down at him.

Dean propped himself up on his elbows for a soft and long kiss.

They put their foreheads together. And stayed just like that, with gentle smiles.

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Workin' on Baby

TW: Oral (Cas receiving), car sex (not in motion), really gay shit, very gay daydreaming, references to past sex, slight hand job (i need to stop saying it like that), probably more I forgot

Note: I was reading this and was just like hell yeah! Enjoy! ^^

----------------------Destiel---------------------

Cas sat in the driver's seat of Baby. The leather was well worn, comfortable. The entire Impala smelled of Dean Winchester and his strong soap. He loved it.

"Alright, Cas! Try 'er again!" Dean yelled, peeking over the side of the hood.

That snapped Cas out of it. He looked up at Dean with a quick nod, turning the key in the ignition.

Brrrrrr up up up.

Baby sputtered angrily. He tried again.

Bappp erp erp erp.

He twisted the key back, shaking his head.

Dean rolled his eyes, upset.

Cas watched, and all he could think about was how Dean's eyes did the same thing just last ni-

Nope. Stop thinking about it. Cas shut his eyes tight.

He opened his eyes again, watching Dean's tank top clad chest flex as he continued to work.

Cas tried to ignore the hardening bulge in his pants. He tried to cover it with his coat.

"One more time, Sunshine!" Dean threw a thumbs up.

Fuck.

Cas paused, hesitating, worried that if he moved Dean would look in through the windshield and see him trying to cover his crotch.

"Cas? You okay?" Dean's voice softened, looking past the hood at Cas' beautiful blue eyes.

Oh fuck! Dean thought, glad his coveralls hung around his hips. He could feel himself getting a hard on.

Cas finally clicked that he had just been sitting there this whole time in almost complete silence, the only sounds being Dean asking if he was okay and a scattered bird chirp.

"I-I'm fine, Dean. Sorry." He mumbled, turning the key again.

Baby growled, mad and loud.

Dean wiped his sweaty forehead, brushing his hand behind his ear, unknowingly swiping oil across his head.

That really did it for Cas.

But then, finally, Baby cooperated. She groaned loudly, rumbling deeply before starting.

"Hell yeah!" Dean laughed, looking at Cas with two super excited thumbs up.

Cas looked back at Dean, a soft smile curling on his lips.

Cas couldn't help but watch as Dean's tank lifted up right at his waist, showing a sliver of his lower stomach.

Cas basically gasped. Dean was tanned, toned. Sweaty, hot, and tired.

Cas' mind wandered, not realizing Dean had walked to the passenger side of the car and was opening the door.

He only snapped back in when Dean had already sat down and hooked a finger under his chin, turning his head for him.

"Sunshine, are you alright? You seem out of it." Dean asked, his eyes rounding Cas' face.

"I-Yeah. I'm alright. Sorry, I-" He smiled at Dean, reaching his hand over to cup Dean's.

That's when he saw where Dean's eyes where.

Not at his face, or his hands, eyes or lips. They were a little farther down.

Dean's eyes flicked from Cas' face to his boner, with a grin.

Cas was just watching. Staring. His mouth was open for words but nothing would come out.

Dean smirked, bringing his hands down to Castiel's bulge.

He palmed it softly with one, reveling in the soft whimpers escaping Cas' throat. His other hand was making its way to Cas' inner thigh.

Dean dragged himself closer, picking up both hands to unbutton Cas' pants.

Dean tugged them down to just Cas' knees. Cas watched as Dean did what he wanted, trying to pretend he wasn't thinking of this same situation 10 minutes ago while Dean cranked a wrench angrily under the hood of the car.

Dean took his time, pressing quiet kisses down Cas' thighs. He, intentionally very slowly, took out Cas' cock.

He took in the size of it, as if he hadn't seen it before.

He looked back up at Cas, for a final look of consent. But, Cas' head was leaned so far back all Dean could see was his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed deeply.

With a gentle laugh, Dean pressed a kiss to the precum covered tip, using his lips to spread the pearly bead.

Cas groaned, quiet and short.

Dean continued kissing down the shaft, going as low as he could, before licking a thick strip back up the member.

Dean takes the tip into his mouth, licking between his slit.

Cas' hands go from Dean's lower back and his side to the wheel in a split second, as Dean takes as much as he can into his mouth at once.

Cas grips the thin steering wheel, his feet pressing into the ground. He watches as Dean gains speed, bobbing his head up and down loudly.

Cas can't help but grunt as he got closer, Dean's angry throat sounds not helping his case at all.

"Dean, I-" Cas stuttered, before his hands released the wheel, gripping onto the back of Dean's head, holding him almost stationary as he thrusted his hips up quickly, chasing his high that was nearly there.

Dean's lips suctioned around Cas' cock, letting his throat be scissored wide, grinning around the member with stinging red eyes and gutteral gags.

Cas stopped thrusting, his hips stuttering when he let out a final, deep groan.

Dean swallowed as much as he could of the hot, white ropes coating his throat and mouth.

He pulled off of Cas with a resounding pop.

Dean looked at Cas, wiping the corners of his mouth and licking his thumb.

He smiled, leaning in to kiss Cas. He smiled as Cas moaned very quietly at the taste of his own release.

"Did that make you feel better?" Dean laughed against Cas' lips.

Cas pulled Dean back into him to continue the kiss, with a very, very happy nod.

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seeing dean work on the impala gets cas so hard he frequently zaps inside to pretend he is the car but one day dean sees this and climbs in as well so he can give him roadhead in a car that's standing still but he asks cas to grab the steering wheel anyway

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sam winchester as your boyfriend ☆

fluffy

♡ he has no shame in how much he loves you. he will show it everywhere, no matter how public it is. he will hold your hand while on a hunt, touch knees with you, rub his hand down your thigh while in the war room, hold you tight while you sleep on a nasty motel bed. he truly does not care.

♡ he has a touching problem. he needs to be touching you no matter where you are. whether that be poking your side, holding your hand, hugging or cuddling, he doesn't care. if he isn't with you or hes out on a solo hunt with dean, he will call you during every free moment just to be on the phone with you.

♡ he loves movie nights. and, not just with you, but with dean and cas and even jack if they're up to it. but, if it is just you, he'll let you pick out any movie.

♡ even if you don't do it often, he loves taking you out on dates. even though he obviously doesn't have the money to take you to beautiful, fancy spots, he'll bring you to a dimly lit family diner and spend hours with you there just talking.

♡ he's a great listener. he'll hold you and let you cry into his shoulder after a particularly long and annoying day, or he'll laugh and cuddle you while you talk about a stupid new joke you and dean have.

♡ he finds it extremely endearing when you poke fun at him with dean. even if he acts like he hates it, he will always end up laughing by the end of it.

♡ he loves your family. your baby cousins, aunts, uncles, mom, dad, even grandma. even if you don't see them often. if you're on the phone with mom he'll run over to you, grab you by the shoulders and snatch your phone just to yell, "hi mom!! i miss you!" while you chase after him.

♡ he dreams of living an apple pie life with you. just you. he wants to move to a blue house with a white picket fence, have a beautiful little puppy and a sweet toddler to hang onto your ankles for hours.

nsfw

☆ he has a dirty secret, and only you know it. he loves it when you get on top. he will let you ride him until neither of you can breath, and if you can't keep moving? he'll grip your hips and move you on his own.

☆ he is so fucking strong, but he will be so gentle with you. unless you beg ask him to be rough.

☆ if he hasn't seen you in a minute, he'll fuck the life out of you as soon as he gets home. he'll still be gentle and perfect, but he will go round after round until the mattress remembers your body.

☆ he has amazing foreplay. every. time.

☆ hes a fucking munch. he will destroy you with just his mouth. and there is no shame in it.

☆ he needs eye contact. he will stare into your eyes as you squirm on his tongue, watch carefully as he fucks you deep into the bed, and lazily gaze at you when you're both tired out and spent.

☆ he loves mirror sex. if you aren't in the position where he can watch you, he will fuck you in front of any mirror available. he loves to stare at you in front of his full body mirror, sweaty and high off sex, as he pounds into you with disgusting force.

☆ sam winchester has a monster. and he will use it to his advantage. take that as you will.

☆ hes loud. he makes sounds you wouldn't believe would come out of a man so large. he groans and grunts, moans and whimpers. and as soon as you hear it? you're fucking gone.

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HIII MY ANGEL i came to request a sammy smut fic where he’s the bottom and reader is on top 😇 sams all whiny and needy of course ILYYY ITS OKAY IF NOT SWEETIE

Please, Pretty Baby

TW: Hot, sweaty, unprotected piv (dont do this guys), sub!sammy and DOM!reader, making out, a nasty motel room, hunter!reader, sam being a NEEDY not-so-little little man, riding, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), reader is short (at least compared to Sam), slight size kink, orgasm control, hand job, a little oral (just kissing), love marks, creampie, slight praise, porn with no plot

Note: This fic is hot. Like..extremely. Anyway, I hope this is good for what you asked for! I read this request and this type of thing came to mind really quickly, and maybe that's a problem, but do I care? Hell no. Anyway, enjoy my lovelies!

----------------Sam Winchester-----------------

You had just gotten back to your dingy motel room after a disgustingly long hunt. It was your first solo hunt with Sam in a while. You and him were both covered in vamp blood after you just ganked a whole nest of the fuckers almost 20 minutes ago.

Sam thought he looked disgusting, but to you? He's never looked hotter.

His hair was messy and thick, face sweaty and slightly bruised, arms flexed and dipped in deep red blood, the black shirt he was wearing underneath that green coat you love was so fucking tight.

"Sammy.." You groaned, sitting on the bed behind him.

"Hm?" He turned around, stripping off the coat.

Dear Lord.

Your eyes stuck to his biceps and he couldn't help but notice.

He chuckled, wiping the corners of his mouth, just slightly flexing his arms.

You clenched your legs together. Because, if you didn't, you'd rip your pants off right then and there and jump on top of him without a care in the world.

He walked over to you, holding your hand ever so softly and pulling you up.

He leaned down, pulling you in for a kiss by the back of your head with his other hand—he had to lean down to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, standing up on your tippy toes.

That got him going.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, gripping angrily.

He groaned into the kiss as you pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his lap, pushing him down to be on his back.

You didn't let go of the passion, licking the back of his teeth and his own tongue like a lollipop, his dancing with yours.

You rubbed your hands up and down his chest, propping yourself on your knees so you could properly undo his pants.

You started with his belt, unbuckling and sliding it off with a snap.

He leaned his head back at the sound, moaning beneath your touch.

You loved that sound. That sweet sound of pure pleasure that only came out when you got a hold of him.

You started on his jeans next, not even paying attention or watching your hands, as you were too busy leaving nasty purple marks along his thick neck.

You slid the denim down just enough to free the building bulge that strained the fabric of his boxers.

You palmed him, your fingers spread wide as you massaged his boner.

He flicked his head up, watching you.

"P-please..baby-" He whined, flipping his head to the side.

"Patience, sweetheart..." You whispered, leaning down to kiss the large mound.

You knew he felt your warm breath against it, with the way it twitched angrily.

You smiled, pulling it out of the boxers, them almost acting as a jail.

And, even though you'd seen it countless times, you still gasped slightly at his size. Every time it caught you off guard.

You were sliding down your own jean shorts, and you only got them to your knees before you were pulling your soaked panties to the side.

You took his tip, swollen and leaking precum, and slid it through your slick before pushing it inside of you.

His hips jerked, longing for more of you.

"Ah, ah.." You smiled, clicking your tongue. You were only letting the tip slip in and out of you.

Then, you let go. You pulled just the one inch of him out, then lined him up with yourself.

You sat down, no warnings, no preparation. You held onto his chest, moaning softly as his dick caught against the perfect spot inside you.

He groaned loudly, barely able to turn his feelings to words.

"S-so tight.." He mumbled as you bounced on him slowly.

You were taking your time. Not that you weren't extremely desperate for his cock, but you wanted him to beg you. To plead for your cunt around him.

You sped up slightly, watching his face contort as your slick covered him from base to tip, sliding in and out of you with disgusting ease.

You smiled as you felt the member twitch inside of you.

"F-fuck..I-I'm gonna-" He whined, but before he could, you pulled off with a quiet *pop*.

"Not yet, baby..I'm just getting started.." You smiled, watching as he panted with need and overstimulation.

You pressed a finger to his nose, a soft "boop!" escaping your lips. He looked at you with obvious annoyance.

You kissed around his jaw, using your hand and leftover slick to massage up and down his cock.

You licked up and down his sweaty neck, shutting your eyes and moaning slightly at the salty taste.

He whined for your warmth back, his hands reaching for you.

You finally agreed, aligning him back up with your hole.

You pushed back down, moaning loudly with the intrusion. You were mostly making these sounds just to keep him going, because you knew he loved it when you were loud.

You picked up speed this time around, trying to get him closer faster.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the hot room, Sammy's moans getting closer and closer together, his fists balling up the low quality sheets beneath him.

"I-I.." He whimpered, releasing the sheets and grabbing your waist, pulling you down onto him.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Sammy." You growled, leaning forward on his chest. You scratched your nails deeply down the smooth skin, leaving red streaks.

You continued to bounce, chasing your own high now. "P-please, pretty baby.." He cried into the air, his hips bumping.

"S'fuckin' close, Sammy..But not yet.." You moaned into his neck, kissing and leaving more purple bruises.

You rode until you couldn't move, not including the involuntary shaking of your legs.

You moaned loudly into his shoulder, letting him keep moving you up and down on himself.

"Cum for me, Sammy.." You whispered into his ear.

That was enough for him to just go.

He pushed himself as deep as possible into you, whining as he released thick, hot loads of seed into you.

His hips stuttered along with his voice, him trying to sound out your name.

You smiled as he panted under you, kissing his chest, neck, and jaw.

"Perfect job, Sam.." You grinned against his chest, breathing heavy.

You were both spent, and very, very tired.

But that didn’t stop Sam.

"Give me ten fucking minutes," He chuckled,

"And I'm gonna get you back."

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Oh. My. God.

Oh my God!! 100 followers?? I can't even believe this!

I started this page because a friend told me I was a good writer and I should look into posting some of my fanfiction.

Now, I post my stuff on here because I realized I actually have people who enjoy my shitty fanfics. People everywhere read and actually like my writing! Oh my God! Is that not awesome?

Thank you all so so so much for keeping me motivated and liking all of my writing! I'm so proud of myself and I love every single one of you! Thank you all just so much! I don't think I'll ever even be able to put it into words how thankful I am for everybody who's supported me this past year! You are all so, so amazing!

Plus, thank you to my amazing moots! You've all brought me so much joy and I love you so so so much! Thank you everybody!!

I love all of you with my whole heart. Every. Single. One. You glorious people. ❤️

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castiel as your boyfriend ☆

fluffy

♡ he will always make sure you're safe. if you're at a new, disgusting motel with sam and dean, he'll show up either right when you get there or in the middle of the night, just to check on you.

♡ he gives the best kisses. sweet, soft, sleepy. he puts all his love into the little cheek peck he gives you before he goes on a food run with dean.

♡ even though he doesn't need sleep, he seems grossly tired when he's with you. "people get tired around those they love, you know," he'll tell you, wrapping you in his arms, pressing kisses to your neck, yawning quietly.

♡ he really likes just holding you. whether it be your hand, your waist or torso, your face in his hands. cas really likes just being able to feel you in his arms, it makes everything seem real, perfect.

♡ if you get hurt on a hunt? oh girl. He is coming as fast as physically possible to ask a million questions and heal you.

♡ he wants you to feel like exactly how he sees you : the most perfect, amazing creation in all of the universe. he will tell you how pretty you look every chance he gets, even if you're bent over the toilet after a long night with the boys.

♡ he makes everybody matching bracelets. well, he has cute little friendship bracelets with sam, dean, and jack, but with you? he has meticulously created gorgeous braided bracelets with your hair, eye, and birthstone colors. he never ever takes his off.

♡ he calls you the sweetest names. "sweetheart, angel, darling, honey," and, he likes every name, except 'baby'. he doesn't enjoy that. he gets very upset because hes a celestial, biblical being thats been alive for multiple millenia.

♡ when he was human, they first thing he felt when he saw you was the feeling of pure love. it was odd to him. scary, at first. because he felt butterflies deep in his stomach, his head rushing, cheeks flushing. it made you laugh. a lot.

♡ speaking of laughter, he loves your laugh. its music to his ears. he can't help but smile any time you merely giggle. actually, that's his real favorite. he loves your little giggles and sweet chuckles.

♡ he loves to just lay on top of you. hes like a personal not-so-little weighted blanket.

nsfw

☆ even though he's new to it, he's fucking perfect. he will take care of you in every way you want or need.

☆ he loves kissing you. everywhere. all. over.

☆ he will hold himself disgustingly deep inside of you when he cums. he wants to be as close to you as possible during his most vulnerable moments.

☆ even though he really doesn't seem like it, he's a fucking box muncher. he wouldn't admit it to anybody else, but he will give you all you want and more with just his tongue.

☆ oral is just his general favorite. not that he hates burying himself inside of you, never. but, he loves the feeling of you squirming beneath his mouth on your most sensitive spots.

☆ all he ever does is praise you. even if its on a day where you feel gross and bloated, tired and hungry. he will call you beautiful as he kisses down your chest, whispering sweet words in his native tongue.

☆ he honors your wants and needs like they're fucking prayers. he'll do everything you need and give you a million times more just because he knows you love it.

☆ he's into everything you are. if you want to try something new, he'll go for it.

☆ the only thing he would never do? be rough with you. maybe he'll pound you into the bed if he's really fucking needy, but he'll always apologize and promise he never meant to be too much. but, he'll never slap or hit or degrade you (unless you're into that).

☆ he loves overstimulation. whether that be inflicted on you or by you? that's truly your move.

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Just Lay Here..

TW: Disgustingly sweet, tooth rotting, cavity inducing fluff, adorable Castiel, so much physical touch, lots of cuddling, kissing, exhausted Cas

Note: I lowkey cried writing the ending of this. Spoiler, its just that damn adorable. It might have also been because I was listening to Adrianne Lenker while writing and proofreading, but thats not the point. Anyway, enjoy!

-----------------Castiel Novak-------------------

You lay tired in your bed, quietly reading through a lore book. Your reading glasses sitting softly on the tip of your nose.

You didn't notice him—mostly because he was so freaking quiet when he moved— but Castiel was standing in your doorway, breathing heavy.

You finally looked up, jumping a little when you saw him. "Oh, hey, Cas." You placed the ribbon bookmark into your spot, lifting your glasses off your face and putting them on top of the book.

"Hello," Cas looked at you with his stern expression, his eyes being the only giveaway that he was extremely tired.

"You wanna come lay down?" You asked, giggling softly at his face.

"Yes, please." He mumbled, walking over to your bed with a specific speed.

You moved the quilt covering you over, watching him sit on the side of the mattress.

You patted the spot next to you slightly, watching his eyes trail up your arm and to your face, moving closer to you.

He inched his body to the spot right next to you, sitting softly against you for a moment, then laying his head against your shoulder, then eventually reaching all the way across your front just to be as close as possible to you.

His arms wrapped around your body, hands meeting on your back. He tensed when you pulled your arms out from under him, immediately softening when you used them to pull him up and closer to you.

You lifted your legs over his, letting them warp around one another.

He kissed your neck softly, not with lust or need, but with kindness and affection. He didn't want to sleep with you—not that he never wants that, because he does—but he just wanted to lay in bed and watch you fall asleep while you hold each other.

He gripped you tight, as if he would never see you again. He held onto your for dear life, even though he knew you were safe here. You knew he felt safe here.

An angel felt safe in your arms.

Your angel.

"Just lay here, sweetheart.." You whisper into his hair, feeling his body physically ease on top of you.

"Thank you..." Castiel sighs against your chest, digging his forehead into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your body.

"Of course," You exhale, kissing the top of his head. "I love you."

He paused for a moment. Even though he surely and truly did love you, it wasn't something he said often.

He also thought he should change that. So, he will.

"I..love you, too," You felt him smile softly against you. "And I always do, don't forget it."

You feel him hold you tighter. And that makes you smile. A big, toothy grin. And he knows it. That makes him laugh, although very quietly.

He doesn't let go of you, but he lifts his head to look at your big smile.

He presses a happy kiss to your chin, letting you lean your own head down to his so he can kiss you properly.

You rest your foreheads together for a moment, before he returns his head to your neck.

"Always..and forever." He finishes.

Always and forever.

Your new favorite words.

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yayy!! my baby cas won!!

gonna post 2 today! you guys are in for a treat!!

i have some castiel x reader stuff in my drafts and some sammy stuff too...what should come out first though?

*they will all end up out, just theyre gonna be in order of most to least votes

[butterphii]

i have some castiel x reader stuff in my drafts and some sammy stuff too...what should come out first though?

*they will all end up out, just theyre gonna be in order of most to least votes

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Which of your sex toys is your favorite?

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dean winchester as your boyfriend ☆

fluffy

♡ he falls asleep on you...a lot. he finds you to be his safe space. his grounding. you keep him sane and happy. he loves to be around you no matter what. he likes to cuddle while you research, to hold your hand in his while he drives.

♡ he likes it when you feed him while he drives. since you pester him so much about being safe with both hands on the wheel, he lets you hand him fries and bites of your chicken tender or sandwich. sam on the other hand is on the verge of vomiting because of the sheer amount of not-so-public pda.

♡ when you share a bed on a hunt, he takes up most of it, in a way. he lets you get comfy, then sprawls out on top of you and on his own side. he holds you tight with his hands that are much bigger than yours, wrapping one arm and leg around you, the others hanging off the bed.

♡ he always misses you. if hes on a hunt with just sam, he'll be texting you during his free time with "imy, cant w8 2 b home", and he pretends he doesnt and never would to keep his ego safe, but, with you, he doesnt feel like he needs to hide anything.

♡ if you leave the house, he'll be waiting for you on the edge of your bed every time. whether it's to go out with friends or to an appointment, he will always be waiting for you as soon as you get home.

♡ dean gives you the best hugs. absolute best. he hugs you tight and holds onto your waist, back, or ass, whatever his mood might be that day. he will squeeze until you can barely breathe and he only cares if you're hurt. he holds you until youre ready to let go.

♡ hes really good at cuddling. he loves it. he will keep you warm and safe even on the coldest nights.

♡ you are his grounding. you keep him safe. and he loves that the most about you. you keep him wanting to live.

♡ he will take every chance he gets to brag about you. whether its about how beautiful and amazing you are, or just about you in general. : "yeah, my girlfriend is the prettiest girl on the planet. i love her so much."

♡ love language, you ask? physical touch and words of affirmation. if youre together, he NEEDS to be touching you. holding hands, poking your arm, rubbing your back, everything. he will always be calling you beautiful. every day, all day. even if you just woke up or if youre hungover and leaned over the toilet while he holds back your hair.

♡ he makes fun of you for being a lightweight drinker. three shots in and the next morning youre closer to dead than ever. he'll throw back a whole bottle of whiskey and barely be buzzed, and he loves watching you watch him. he thinks it is very amusing how he'll have a baby headache and you'll be bedridden for 21 hours. but, even if he laughs at you for it, he will always take care of you. every time.

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☆ dean will get hard just hearing your voice, and he hates it. he always tries to hide it, but by the end youre either panting in bed together or hes in the bathroom alone jerking off while thinking about you.

☆ he is honestly up to whatever you want to do. he only lets himself explore when hes with you. ill let you take that however you want.

☆ when you have sex, all he ever wants to do is praise you. whether its for your amazing work, your beauty, or just because you're you.

☆ he is ready whenever you are. if you're needy and hungry for his cock, hes up and open to give it to you. always.

☆ even though he usually has amazing foreplay, there are days where he just needs you so bad he cant fucking wait. some days, hes scissoring you open with his fingers, others hes pushing into you with no warning.

☆ dean winchester has a monster. you know it, he knows it. he takes every chance he gets to let you take it however you need. he loves watching you squirm on it when he didn't give you any preparation.

☆ he gives you everything you want and more. if you want just to cuddle? he'll cuddle you and kiss you until the ends of the earth. but, if you want to ride his dick until hes whimpering? fuck. yes. he'll let you ride your high and then be ready for round 2 in less than 10 minutes so he can get his share.

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[butterphii]

hello my angel!!! can i please request a joel fic where the reader has been waiting for him to come home from patrol for hours and when he finally gets back she shows him how much she missed him? it’s alright if not my lovely don’t worry about it ^^

You Look Tired, May I?

TW: Oral sex (M receiving), fluff, freaky!Joel, LOTS of praise, HUNGRY fem!reader, slight size kink, porn with little plot

Note: First request I've ever written! And, best thing, it was requested by my beautiful queen!! I'm so happy I get to write something just for you. This is also my first post outbreak!Joel fic! I hope this is what you wanted and that you love it! Have an amazing day my lovely 💕

--------------------Joel Miller--------------------

You sit in the quiet room, the only light coming from the annoyingly bright street lights from outside.

The room is small, grossly small. But it doesn't bother you too much, because all you can think about is Joel.

Joel and his beautiful body, his salt and pepper hair you love to grab and pull at while he eats you out, his hungry face when he stares down at your clenching face, reaching your climax.

The lock loudly clicked, snapping you out of your arousal induced trance.

You looked up, seeing your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his back clearly aching, the back of his neck sweaty and glistening, his arms tense and flexed as he throws his heavy bags to the ground.

"Hi, Joel!" You smile from the recliner you'd been sitting on. He jumped slightly, turning around with a gruff face.

He immediately softened when he saw you, his tight back and stance releasing as soon as he looked into your eyes.

"Hey, baby.." He smiled, his puppy eyes staring back at you.

"You look tired, baby. You okay?" You asked softly, gesturing for him to come sit on the chair next to you.

After a quick nod, he walked over, kicking his boots off in the process. He sat in the other chair right across from you with a deep groan, turning you on.

You grinned, standing up. You walked over to him, sitting down on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist slowly.

"Baby, you look so exhausted...let me help with that?" You whispered into his ear, feeling his bulge grow in his jeans.

You kissed from his ear lobe to his mouth, lingering your lips over his before pressing down softly.

He groaned into the kiss, his tongue begging to be let into your mouth, teasing your bottom lip.

You let go, biting his lower lip. He rolled his head back with a soft groan as you slid down, your hands dragging down his chest and thighs.

You stopped right when you were on your knees between his denim covered legs.

You ran your hands up and down his upper legs before pulling his shirt up, pressing gentle kisses against his v-line, one finger trailing his happy trail.

You smiled, undoing his jeans, pulling them down just enough to stare at the bulge straining his black boxers.

You watched as it twitched slightly, the size of the bulge alone making you think the dirtiest of thoughts.

Even though you'd seen his dick countless times before, the size still surprised you. Sometimes, even though you knew his cock was massive, you couldn't help but think to yourself trying to figure out how big it really was.

You took the length out of his boxers, you only letting your eyes go wide for a split second before leaning forward, kissing down the shaft.

One hand held his balls, fingers moving slowly. You felt the member tense in your other, your hot tongue moving in slow, long strokes up and down the bottom of it.

When you finally reached the tip, you pressed it to your tongue with an open mouth. You took the swollen tip into your mouth, sucking generously before moving down slowly.

You hollowed your cheeks, keeping your tongue stuck to the shaft. That's when you heard the noise.

You heard Joel "Tough Guy" Miller whimper. That made you laugh, choke a little.

He threw his head down to look at you, staring into your eyes with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

"You're so fucking good, baby-I...S-shit.." He groaned, his head dragging back. His thick fingers found the back of your head, fisting your hair.

You continued to pull your head up and down, slurping loudly. He groaned deeply, praising you with kind words; "You're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful," "You are doing perfect, baby.."

"Keep fucking going, just like that..S-shit..." He moaned softly. His sounds were like music to your ears.

"B-Baby! F-fuck, I-I'm gonna-" He stuttered, his hips jerking. But, before he could get all his words out, he was holding your head down straight against his thickness, your eyes watering as you gagged down his hot ropes of release.

He groaned into his chest, watching as you gulped down the white cream with delight, even though your throat burned from the intrusion.

"Oh, fuck..." He growled, letting go of your head, watching you leave behind a string of saliva and slight residue of him.

You smiled, licking the corners of your mouth.

You crawled back up to his lap, placing yourself quietly.

"Did that help you?" You whispered, kissing his cheek and then his parted lips.

"So fucking much, baby..." He kissed you back happily, tasting his own release on your tongue.

"I love you.." He kissed you again, placing his sweaty forehead to yours.

"I love you too, Joel."

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taglist : @castielsonlyangel

[butterphii]

I Missed You

TW: fluff, kisses, happy dean, fem!reader, reader has a different job than hunting, SOFT!dean, pet names

Note: very short dean x reader fic! dean is very soft in this, so hes extra cute. enjoy my lovelies! ♡♡

----------------Dean Winchester----------------

You lay in your shared bed, reading a book, curled into a half-ball-half-whatever. You hear quiet, dragging footsteps coming down the hallway. You knew he was home. At least, bunker home.

Dean stood in the doorway, staring at you. He just paused, looked you up and down, sighed, and smiled very softly.

"Hey, Dean," You smiled, putting your bookmark back into its place, shutting the book and putting it on the side table. You pat the spot next to you on the bed.

He dragged his tiredness over to the opposite side of the bed, kicking off his shoes and flannel, leaving him in dirty jeans, a white shirt, and one sock that was a Christmas one you bought him over a year ago, the other green and blue plaid.

He crawled over to you, sitting just a little too close at first, then plopping on top of you.

"I missed you.." He groaned, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hands wrapping around your torso, one thumb rubbing up and down your spine.

You ran your fingers through his soft and sweaty hair. "I missed you too, Baby. How was your trip?"

"I-No..no talking..just cuddling..." He groaned, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw, laying down against you like you were the safest place in the world.

You chuckled quietly, holding Dean back. You rubbed your hands down his tight back, moving slowly up down. Your longer nails scratching just slightly.

He seemed to be out in no time, which was fitting, because he seemed exhausted.

Sam carried his also very tired self down the hallway, a bag of food in one hand and a diet cola in the other for you.

"He out?" Sam smiled, his eyes flicking from the full grown, large man sprawled out in your hands. You nodded, gesturing his to come over and sit in the chair next to the bed.

"How was the hunt?" You asked, taking a short sip from your drink and sliding your fingers through Dean's hair.

"Good, I mean, as good as it can be y'know." Sam grinned.

"That's good.." You showed a soft smile back, letting Sam leave and leave the bag of food on the bedside table, knowing Dean would reach for it as soon as he wakes up.

"I love you..." Dean whispered from under your head. You munched on a soggy fry. "I love you more, hun." You kissed his temple softly, him giving you one back on your neck, before falling back asleep amazingly quickly, snoring like a chainsaw.

[butterphii]

its the 4th of july! the birthday of the usa! when the land was free, happy, and united. but now, i will not be celebrating. i will be spending time with my family and eating food from the grill, and no, not because im celebrating a holiday that the message of barely exists anymore, but because i love them and spending time with them.

this morning, my mother told me there is now an "alligator alcatraz", which, for those who do not know, is a detention center for immigrants and people alike that was built in florida in 4 days. florida has not been able to use its own money to save and help people with hurricanes in at least 25 years. but, in 4 fucking days, they can build a camp to "punish" immigrants. this camp is also the closest thing the world has ever seen to auschwitz. yes, the concentration camp from nazi germany.

our president hates immigrants, aka the BACKBONE of our country and foundation, so much, that he funded and built a concentration camp for them. he passed a law so birth rights do not count, so even if someone is born in the us, they do not count as citizens. he can also strip citizenship of anybody.

he is doing all this while his immigrant, non-citizen wife sits right next to him, along with all of his kids, who are also, technically, not citizens of the usa. neither of his wives were citizens. neither of them are. they married him for citizenship. and have made it clear.

donald j trump is a man who does not give 2 flying fucks about anybody but himself. he is a man who has made that extremely clear. he has also straight up said that the votes were tampered with. kamala legally won the election. if she had won in the end, both donald trump and his gay affair partners jd vance and elon musk would've been arrested immediately.

im sorry to everybody who is affected by these laws. im sorry to everybody who has to go through these tough times, led by a man who won't even be alive long enough to see the lasting impacts on the future of humanity. and, although i may not apply to these rules, everybody was once an immigrant. every. single. human. being.

im sorry. to everyone. to everybody. to anybody. i am sorry.

[butterphii]

I'm Sorry

TW: ANGSTYYY, kissing, crying, a gay guy and a bi guy being really sad and loving for each other while the straight brother of the bi one is really supportive and in reality loves them tg, misunderstood trope (?), making up, gayness, h/c

Note: First time trying this trope, so if its really bad I apologize! I'm really into Destiel right now so my next few fics will probably be about them. Also, sorry this is weirdly late at night, it's almost 1 A.M. for me. I kinda had nothing else to be doing. I also apologize that this is so short. Other than that, enjoy lovelies! ^^

-------------------Dean x Cas-------------------

"So, get this..." Sam started, but Dean wasn't listening. He wanted to, but he genuinely couldn't. He was too upset at Cas. What he said..it felt like a betrayal.

Just less than 24 hours prior, Cas told Dean something that he'd never forget, and not in a good way. Cas told him he couldn't love him. That he wasn't allowed. Which, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Cas didn't try to fight it. He seemed to make it clear he didn't care for Dean or their love for each other enough to even try.

Sam continued to yap on, until he looked up. "Oh, hey, Cas," Sam smiled, looking back at his computer. "Dean, were you even listening? I-" "Sam, me n' Cas need a minute to talk. Alone." Dean wiped his eyes, trying to conceal the silent tears that welled up as he thought.

Sam looked up, nodded, and speed walked the FUCK out of there. He knew what was going on, he also knew that they would make up and, probably, make out. Neither of the two he wanted to see.

"Hello, Dean." Cas spoke softly. Dean turned his head first, then his body next, slowly. "Don't start with that crap, Cas," Dean looked up, their eyes meeting.

Cas had tears filling his eyes, his bottom lip trembling. "I..I'm sorry, Dean." He whispered.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! Cas, I..I love you. I really do," Dean swallowed. "And...and you can't love me so what the fuck is the point of you staying here?!" He slammed his fist on the table, standing up.

"Dean, please-" Cas reached his hand out. "No, Cas. Don't give me the 'Oh please I didn't mean it' crap, it's the kind of thing where you accept I can't see you anymore if you cant be with me the way I need you to be!" Dean rejected it, turning around to face the other direction.

Cas couldn't take it any longer. He walked up to Dean, pulling him in by the back of his head, turning him around and kissing him. Dean tried to fight it, but Castiel wouldn't let him. He didn't let him move from his grip.

When he finally pulled away, he shut his eyes, cupping Dean's face with his gentle hands.

"Look at me, Dean." Cas said, seriously. Dean's eyes fought to stay away, but he couldn't help but look at the angel.

"Dean, just because I'm not allowed...doesn't mean I won't try." Cas gulped. "I know it seemed like I wouldn't and..honestly, if you weren't..you, I wouldn't have."

"Don't, Cas-" Dean shook his head. "Shut..up, Dean," Cas' mouth curved into a soft smile. "I-I love you too. It's hard to say, yes, but I mean it. If it gets me in trouble in Heaven its worth every minute with you, Dean. I love you. I need you." Tears rolled down his red cheeks.

Dean stared into Cas' eyes, and they were different. They were gentle, quiet..happy.

"What you said..it-it felt like a betrayal. Like everything we had in the past just didnt matter to you, like you didn't care and..and-" Cas cut Dean off with another kiss. "But you know I do care. I really, really do, Dean. I care so much about you its like the feelings I didn't even know I feel are spilling out of my ears!" Cas was in a whisper-yell.

"Is that enough? Is that helping you get the fact that I can't actually live my life happily without you?" Cas whispered, looking down, but before Dean started again, his eyes flicked back up. "Y-Yeah..it is. I-I'm sorry, Cas."

"Please, just know..I will try. I always will. I will continue to. I love you, and I care for you and I always will, no matter the situation, no matter the reason." Cas smiled widely, the bottom half of his face very different from the top, his eyes spitting warm tears.

"I-Thank you," Dean stuttered. He put his forehead to Cas', pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"It's ok, Dean," Castiel smiled. "I promise."

[butterphii]

Dinner Date

TW: Extreme fluff, homosexuality, making out, oral sex (short scene), Cas and Dean being cuties, waking up together, cuddling, LOTS of kissing, a cute lil "dinner" date

Note: First fic where its not someone x reader! I hope this is anything anybody wanted it to be. Enjoy! ^^

-------------------Dean x Cas-------------------

It was the first night Dean would be alone, at least he thought. Sam had left to go check something else out somewhere a couple towns over. Dean said he'd meet him there the next day.

As the hour hand approached 6 P.M., Dean's hunger for dinner and definitely pie grew larger.

He pushed his chair from the smaller dinner table in the sort of grimy motel room. He then cleared a spot where he'd be sitting while he ate.

Dean roared up Baby, sitting comfortably on the worn out seat. He drove to the nearest grocery store, not expecting to see or find much he actually wanted.

He walked in through the automatic doors, grabbing a basket and B-lining towards the bakery for a cherry pie.

He had picked out a few random things to make some random dinner he saw online a few months ago. He stood in the produce aisle perusing the broccoli, trying to find which one looked best, when he saw someone say his name behind him.

"Hello, Dean." A familiar face spoke softly behind him. Dean turned around looking the shorter man in the face, having to look down. It was his neighbor, Cas Novak. "Hey, Cas! It's been a minute." He smiled, holding his hand out to shake.

Cas took it, held his other hand on top, and shook softly. Dean tensed, Cas' hands weirdly soft and gentle against his scabbed and calused one.

Cas' lips curled on the sides into a calm smile. "It has been a while, yes."

"Yeah, uh..Would you be open to dinner? Tonight? My place?" Dean asked, trying to pull his hand away from Cas' hold, his face getting hotter.

"Uh-Sure. That sounds nice." Cas took one of his hands and put it into his pocket, digging out his phone. He handed it to Dean. "Put your number in, so I can call you later and ask where or when to come." He smiled.

Dean took his phone and quickly put his number in, putting it back into Cas' pocket himself. He waved goodbye, and speed walked to the self checkout so he could leave as fast as fucking possible.

Cas was the one guy Dean had the absolute fucking hots for. Even though he had really only known him for only a while, Cas was his.."gay awakening," as Sam called it. Once Dean had heard that he very much regretted telling Sam anything about his feelings.

When Dean finally arrived home, he looked around the motel room.

"Son of a bitch!" He whispered while he pinched the bridge of his nose. The room was dirty, and there was stuff about the case thrown about on the table and floor and such. It was time to clean.

He made the bed, collected the evidence and shoved it into Baby's trunk, fluffed the pillows, wiped down the table, dusted with a wet paper towel, actually somehow cooked? He didn't have a kitchen so he worked with what was there.

Finally, it was time. He waited for the call from Cas. He didn't actually have to wait very long, though. Cas called almost immediately. Dean was glad he was so eager to have dinner with him.

"Dean?" Cas spoke through the phone. "Yup, that's the one. You ready?" Dean asked, clipping his fingernails quietly. "Yeah, what time and where?" Cas replied, smiling. And, although Dean couldn't see the oddly large grin, he could hear it. It made him happy.

Dean stood by the table, plating up the surprisingly well cooked dinner of fettuccine alfredo. It was out of his comfort zone, different from anything he would normally cook, let alone eat. His diet mainly consisted of bacon cheeseburgers, diet Pepsi, and whiskey.

He set up two beers by the plates, wondering if the mix of "fancy" and weirdly dingy would be too off putting for Cas, or even him. He shrugged it off.

A knock sit softly against the door. Dean fixed up his ruffled flannel, swiped his fingers through his hair, and opened the door.

There was Cas, in sort of his traditional attire, the trench coat, blue suit, white button up, but he was wearing a different tie. It was a deep olive green, similar to Dean's eyes. It went with the navy of the suit pretty well.

"Hello, Dean." Cas smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and gave Dean a look that asked to come in. "Hey, Cas. Come on in." Dean returned the smile, moving over to the side, inviting him in.

"Dinner looks tasty, Thank you, Dean." Cas sat down, looking at the plate. "Thanks, made it myself." Dean smirked. Cas slowly picked up his fork, Dean paying close attention while trying to seem nonchalant.

Cas took a quiet bite of the pasta, his eyes widening and face lighting up. "Wow, Dean. This is really good." He looked up and over at Dean, and smiled happily. Dean grinned. "Thank you, Cas. I'm happy you're enjoying it." When Dean looked down and back up again, Cas was still looking at him, staring even. He seemed to be staring at Dean's eyes, maybe trying to decipher which exact shade of green they were.

Dean looked back, making eye contact. They stared at one another for a minute, the tension rising. Their eyes meeting up like watercolor paint on a piece of cold pressed paper, blending together gently, the colors swirling around with each other.

Then, it happened. Dean couldn't control himself anymore. He reached his hand out, pulling Cas closer, and pulling him in for a kiss. Something he'd been wanting to do the whole time they'd known each other.

He pressed his lips against Cas', his lips soft just like his hands, Dean's slightly dry and chapped, a scar giving texture.

He finally pulled away, panting, looking into Cas' eyes for even a slight look of need, a look for more, a mere search for it.

Cas was lost, sort of confused. He had also been hoping for it, but he didn't think it would happen so quick. But he wanted more. He needed more.

Cas gripped the back of Dean's head, pulling him back in. He stood up from the chair and pulled Dean with him. Their kiss deepened, Dean's tongue teasing the entrance of Cas' lips, begging to be let in. Cas allowed, very happily.

They fell on the bed, Cas holding Dean's waist while he propped himself up over top of Cas. The kiss continued, only breaking once when they could barely breathe anymore.

Cas broke the kiss, finally. "Dean," he panted. He said no more words, just flipped them over. He kissed Dean down his chin, neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved down.

Finally, he reached Dean's pants. He looked up, looking at Dean, asking for a confirmation that it was alright if he proceeded. Dean nodded, throwing his head back as Cas unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down.

Cas' eyes widened, bigger than they've ever been. Dean looked down, put off by the silence, relieved that Cas was just stunned, surprised. "Dean, I didn't know you had such a-" "Can it, Cas. Keep going." Dean chuckled.

Cas leaned his head down, putting the tip of the large shaft onto his tongue. He shut his eyes, moving slowly up and down. Dean smiled and softly laughed again.

Cas stopped. "What's wrong? Am I not doing this right?" He seemed extremely concerned. "No, Cas. You-you're perfect, Sunshine," Dean groaned. "K-keep going..please." He whispered, a soft whimper. Cas dove back down without another word.

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Dean woke up the next morning with Cas in his arms. Their legs were intertwined, his wrapped around Cas' with one sat in between them. He was warm, comfortable, happy. So very happy. He never wanted to get up ever again.

He felt Cas stretch his legs out. "Mornin'." Dean whispered into Cas' neck, pulling him closer. "Good morning, Dean." Cas grinned softly in return. He turned himself around, looking Dean square in the face.

Dean looked down, smiling. Cas lifted his head up for a kiss, then buried his face back down into Dean's neck.

This was everything they wanted, at least for the last few weeks.

It was a great night, an amazing morning, and hopefully a perfect future.