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later seasons sastiel for SURE

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SamDean + Tolerate it by Taylor swift

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i need like uh, stuff to write

im making a Google doc of things to write about

Gimme like plots you think would be good

I write:

Bottom Sam

Switch Castiel

Top Dean

Weecest

Wincest

Wincestiel

Sastiel

Destiel

Any other pairings really

What I don't write:

Top Sam

Strictly Top Cas

Bottom Dean

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NEW AO3 ACCOUNT DROPPED

Follow if you're feeling froggy

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Sammy_Baby

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chat let's talk

i need friends

That's the end of this message. Please just like I'm going to turn into the joker. Trust.

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aknskeiekekek

sam and cas

And a secret third option

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morally wrong, spiritually healing

(Dean and Cas are 16, Sam is 12. You've been warned)

I wasn't stupid. Sure, I may be only twelve but that didn't make me incompetent. When Cas said that he was going to "take a nap" I knew he was just trying to get me to leave.

The man hardly ever sleeps, his eye bags have eye bags. Nonetheless, I listen. I go upstairs and shut my door, making sure he hears me shut my door. Then, I lean my ear against it. This house is old and the walls might as well be curtains with how much can be heard.

Dad was never home, he paid for the house but he usually slept at hotels with whatever hooker he could find. If he was even in the state still for that matter. That meant that Dean ran the house, he could do whatever he wanted. Even if that meant having sex on the couch while his brother was upstairs rotting away in his room.

I shake out my internal thoughts and try to focus on what Cas is saying. I can hear them talking but I can't make out any words. Softly, I crack the door open, only a soft creak can be heard, but I hold my breath anyways.

After a few seconds I realize they are too infatuated with each other to even remember I'm upstairs."Stop talking about your brother, it's killing my boner"Ouch. I couldn't tell why but hearing these words come out of Cas's mouth made my stomach drop.

I know there isn't a snowball's chance in hell anything would happen between us but hearing that I practically disgusted the guy was almost too much to bear. Almost. While my face scrunched up in annoyance and my stomach dropped with jealousy, just a bit lower I felt a twitch.

Oh no, no, no, this is not happening. I am not getting turned on by my brother's boyfriend's moans. That is not what's going down, please, think of anything else. Blood, death, Friday the 13th. I wracked my brain to think of anything else but it was useless.

Standing up from the floor I make my way to my bed. My door still cracked. I could hear everything going on. I cursed myself before undoing my belt and shaking off my jeans. Was I really gonna do this? The answer was yes, I was. I could blame the hormones, maybe it's just like a call and response. Can't be controlled.

Taking a pillow I folded it in half and slotted it between my legs. My length throbbed in my boxers. Hesitantly I bucked my hips forward. Grinding down on the pillow a moan escaped my lips. I covered my mouth, my hips pushing down onto the pillow, one hand holding it in place as I humped.

God I felt disgusting, but, I have never been more turned on in my life. I found a good rhythm, sticking to the pattern. I focused my attention on the noises down stairs. I could hear Cas's moans. I knew they weren't for me but for a few minutes I could pretend they were.

I could act like I was with him. Like he was fucking me. Wait, no, that's not. Maybe it's what I want. No, it can't be. Honestly I don't know but all I know is I want, no, need Castiel. I kept up with my rhythm, biting my own lip to stifle my moans and could pay attention to what was going on downstairs. I heard some dirty talk, not like I hadn't heard it before but just not to Cas.

Anything that involved Cas was just different. That's because Cas wasn't like anything else. For a moment their noises had stopped and I was worried they had finished but obviously it was just an adjustment period because I soon heard Cas moan louder than I had heard before.

My dick throbbed, my face heated up. I felt ashamed. Embarrassed. Close. I focused on myself for a moment, watching as I grind against the pillow, getting it wet with pre cum. My eyes squeezed shut.

It was just Cas. He consumed my every thought, I couldn't do anything without thinking of him. I couldn't breathe and now I can't even jerk off. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cumming. I buck my hips forward, spilling all over my pillow before I collapse forward.

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“It’s just a TV show” maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

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writing struggles

i wanna post the next chapter of puppy love but

People might be mad

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looking to buy a strap and scrolling through some websites... why are all the toys for vagina havers named shit like adonis, stroker, bunny but fleshlights and other things for sticking ur dick in are just like. porn-star names??

Genuine examples: Lana Rhoades, Autumn Falls, Emily Finch

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hey so it would be so silly and goofy

if you guys like either commented or asked me anything but specifically I need to write something but I can't decide what ship I want

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Purity

Sam Angst because I said so 🔫 tw:blood, skin rubbing, vomit

Sams soul hurt. He wriggled under his skin, he tried to pull it off. He wanted to remove his veins, he wanted to drain himself of all his blood. An angel had chosen his brother. Marked him with his hand print.

All Sam's life he prayed, he believed, he worshiped in secret. Dean was a blasphemous loudly. And yet he got chosen because of course he did. He was the righteous man, Sam was un-clean.

The motel bathroom was dirty, just like him. He stared at the mirror, maybe if he willed himself to become clean, willed himself to not be Lucifers vessel an angel would chose him.

He touched Castiel when he first saw him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He had waited for this, this was all he ever wanted. To touch the garment of a holy man. To be healed.

"the boy with the demon blood"

Sam had to excuse himself. He couldn't stand there anymore, hence why motel bathroom was the next best option. Running the water he held himself over the sink. Hot tears burned his face, he let go of the sink, pacing the small space.

His fingers tasted tangy, copper like, then his entire mouth tasted like bile. Spiting into the open toilet he flushed it. Water still running, lower stomach tight, empty. He washed his hands off, then he kept washing.

He scrubbed at his arms over and over...and over. The soap started turning pink, he stopped scrubbing. Letting the cold water run over his arms he watched the pink suds go down the sink, then the red water followed. He turned off the sink and fell back against the wall, stareing at the blood.

He was clean. He was purged. He was pure.

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spewing my sastiel headcannons

-Cas would play with Sam's hair while he slept/watch over him. If he was having bad dreams he would make sure they didn't wake him.

-Sam is very clingy towards Cas

-Dean is the ultimate cockblock./t

-Cas and Sam just sit in rooms together not saying anything. It how they bond

-ok this one has some context. I love me some angst and so I FUCK with unrequited or like, forbidden. Cas and Dean are actively together and so all Sam and Cas have is the looks they share and nothing more.

-Cas puts grace in Sam's smoothies

Slightly Risky-er ones

-Cas watches Sam touch himself. Only because Sam keeps calling for him in his head

-Sam is very shy when it comes to telling Cas anything sexual

-Cas is confused why

Ok ok back to normal ones

-Cas and Sam had there first kiss after Cas and Dean got a fight

-they cook together

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I NEED SAM AND CAS HEADCANNONS

for a fic I'm writing

Please I'm desperate

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helps

I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING IM CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

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Puppy Love pt.4

(Dean is 16, Cas is 16, Sam is 12.No magic)

Dean kept his hands locked on to Cas, not letting go, nails digging into skin, sure to bruise. Cas’s pace sped up, soft slapping noises could now be heard by the both of them. Cas bit into Dean’s neck while Dean clawed at his back and groaned into his neck crease, trying to muffle himself. Cas is trying to do the same.

“Cas, ah, fuck…good, angel, so good.” Dean mindlessly praised Cas, which was his favorite thing to do. Cas found a good rhythm that was getting sloppy the more he did it. His dick leaked onto Dean’s lower stomach, twitching as Dean’s dick brushed against his prostate.

“Dean, I’m gonna cum, mnm please please” Cas begging, licking at the bites he had left on the others neck.

“Yeah, Yeah me too, m’tgether, we can cum together.” Dean thrusted his hips up to help with Cas’s lost rhythm Dean bucked his hips up more while Cas grinded his down.

Creating a very pleasurable feeling for both of them, Cas clinged onto Dean and Dean’s nails began to dig into his back. One last thrust and the both of them were spilling between each other. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath before Dean moved Cas off of him to go get some damp towels, he wiped himself quickly then gently cleaned Cas.

He helped Cas steady himself to stand, both of them redressed then Dean laid back down, pulling Cas on top of him. Cas laid his head on Dean’s chest, wrapping arms around Dean’s torso, his eyes fluttering shut.

Dean ran his hand through Cas’s hair, his own eyes shutting as well.At some point they must have fallen asleep because when they woke up it was dark outside and all the lights in the house were off. Dean hopped up, grabbing the bat by the door he walked through the house, “Sam!” He hollered, walking up the stairs.

Slowly, he opened his brother's door, expecting to not see him there. Instead he saw him on his bed reading a book.

“Oh, hey Dean.” Sam said, still reading.

“Oh. Hey, Sammy.” Dean leaned the bat on the outside of the door now.

“I just wanted to say that me and Cas are going to bed, so, goodnight.” Dean shut Sam’s door a crack and started heading down stairs.

“Can you be quieter next time!” was all Sam had yelled out to Dean, making his face hot with embarrassment and Cas only laughed.

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Puppy Love pt.3

(Dean is 16, Cas is 16, no magic)

Watching Sam disappear up the stairs, Cas started shaking Dean slightly, trying to wake him up.

“Hey, babe, come on, wake up, I have to ask you something.”

Very groggily Dean sat up, stretching his arms above his head, then adjusting his back. “Mph’ yeah, m’up.”

Cas chuckled at Dean's disposition, leaning closer he laid on top of him. Wrapping his arms around Dean’s torso. Dean huffed and wrapped his hands around Cas, holding him close. Cas moved up slightly, his head now on Dean’s chest.

Leaning down, Dean intertwined their lips, hot breath colliding. Dean bit Cas’s bottom lip, tongue grazing over his teeth. Cas moved up more, his legs now straddling Dean’s. Cas’s hips grinded down as Dean’s hand snaked up his neck. Pulling on the tuft of his hair, their lips unconnected. Both of their breathing was sharp and fast.

“Wait, stop, what about last time?” Dean asked, looking over the back of the couch, looking at the stairs.

“I told him to go to his room. We will be fine, now, please stop talking about your brother. Kind of killing my boner here.” Cas teased, smirking as he leaned down, kissing Dean’s neck, a small stubble tickled his lips.

“Mnm, fuck…yeah sorry…” Dean’s words trailed off as he leaned his head against the arm of the couch. Eyes closed in ecstasy, Dean subconsciously trailed hands down Cas’s back, his thumbs now rested on his waistband.

“Ok, ok let's get these off. Now.” He tugged at Cas’s jeans for emphasis. Cas stood up for a moment, pulling his belt off and then his jeans along with his boxers. His shirt was the next item to follow.

“Better?” Cas said as he readjusted himself on Dean’s lap. Dean’s hands grasped his hips. His eyes scanning his body, Cas could feel Dean’s heart beat in other places besides his chest. Dean cleared his throat, feeling his breath hitch.

“Fuck, you’re, uh, so hot.”

“Well it’s your turn now. Unless you have some power complex and like me naked while you’re not. Which, I’m not complaining about by the way.” Cas jokes, his hips moving on Dean’s clothed hard-on.

Dean gently moved Cas off of him before taking off his own jeans, not before grabbing something from his pocket. Sitting back down he hurriedly pulled Cas on him.

“What's that?” Cas asked, pointing to the packet Dean pulled out of his pocket.

“Lube.” Dean said confidently. Cas’s face flushed before he leaned back slightly, showing his hole off to the man in front of him. He watched as Dean hurried and bit open the package, placing some on two of his fingers and he sat the rest of the packet on the coffee table next to him.

Cas stared at Dean, biting his lip softly, Dean took the hand that wasn’t covered in lube and squeezed Cas’s thigh. He moved the other hand closer to Cas’s rim, rubbing his fingers around the edge he watched as Cas sucked in a small, sharp breath. With this Dean slowly started shoving his fingers into him.

Cas tensed, causing Dean to rub small circles on his thigh and stop his movement until Cas gave him a sign to continue. After about five minutes Dean had fully placed his fingers into Cas.

“Heh, I barely have anything in you and you already look fucked out. Sure you can take it?” Dean teased, curling his fingers up. Cas let out soft moans as his face scrunched in annoyance.

“I have taken your dick before Dean. Stop being a bitch.” Cas said, his head leaning back as Dean worked into him. Dean’s fingers spread in and out while inside of Cas.

Dean curled them more, watching Cas’s dick twitch and leak pre cum. He watched as his length shined with it. Once Dean had decided that Cas was stretched he pulled out, quickly.

“M’fuck! Dean!” Cas covered his mouth, then playfully slapped Dean on the shoulder.

“What the hell! Could have at least warned me!” Cas spoke.

“Oh I shush. You know you love the surprise.” Cas moved closer now, spreading himself with his hands as Dean lined up his dick with Cas’s hole.

“You ready?” Cas nodded and so Dean grabbed Cas’s hips, shoving him down on his dick. Cas and Dean both threw their heads back at the different feelings.

Once Cas had adjusted he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Dean’s shoulders, he started to move his hips up and down, breathy moans leaving him and going straight into Dean’s ear.