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Ryan Condal you are so fucking stupid and I hate you so much.

Because how are you going to sit there and say Alicent recounted a fabricated version of Blood and Cheese to historians to make Rhaenyra look bad and that’s why you changed it.

The very same Alicent that you say has been humbled this season and betrayed her sons to help Rhaenyra.

How are you so stupid that you can’t even keep her characterization the same in your own brain when you rationalize your butchering of the story you were tasked with adapting. Which one is it? Is Alicent the humbled Rhaenyra helper who wanted to doom her male relatives. Or is Alicent the bitter Rhaenyra hater who destroyed her reputation in the histories. SHE CANNOT BE BOTH RYAN.

And if this is some weak attempt at saying Alicent will change again…FUCK YOU. Because you threw out her season 1 characterization completely for this season 2 humbled Alicent arc. Only to apparently throw it all out AGAIN for a queen in chains who hates Rhaenyra and will ruin her reputation arc for seasons 3 and 4. In which case WHAT WAS THE REASON. WHY DID YOU EVEN DO THIS. JUST KEEP THE CHARACTER CONSISTENT

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I’m just saying. That Ryan Condal is not even capable of figuring out who he wants Alicent to be. So he just uses his weird misinterpretations and hatred of Alicent to excuse every bizarre and stupid creative decision he makes. And all that does is make Alicent a character with absolutely zero consistency. Because she is Rhaenyra’s best friend, then she’s Rhaenyra’s biggest hater, then she’s Rhaenyra’s supporter again (the toasting scene???), then she’s a usurper, then she helps Rhaenyra, then she’s apparently going to hate Rhaenyra all over again and recount fabrications to history. And on and on it goes.

At this point just let Alicent hate Rhaenyra and be done with it. I’m tired

Black Sabbath

Pools by Glass Animals is such a Destiel Coded song reblog if you agree

Knitting is great it's just a fidget toy and periodically you get a scarf or some shit

post-s15 fix-it because it’s been years and i’m still pissed

cw: mentions of character death, blood, injury, depression and anxiety, dean dealing with his feelings and emotions FINALLY

word count: 4.4k

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dean and sam agreed almost immediately after the dust settled that, having seen so many horrors in what was meant to be their "home," they wanted to clear the fuck out of that bunker and never see the inside of it again. it was hard enough for dean to walk inside now, even with castiel back topside, but it paled in comparison to how awful it had been when cas disappeared, taken by the empty.

he couldn't eat or sleep. he couldn't drag himself from the spot where cas had shoved him to the floor before he and billie disappeared, presumably forever, for hours. his phone was buzzing off the hook with frantic messages and calls from sam. he couldn't hear it over the ringing in his ears, replaying castiel's words in his head over and over and over.

"i love you."

he'd wished so badly he'd said it back. it should've been so simple. castiel had been saying it for years.

"my superiors have begun to question my sympathies...i was getting too close to the humans in my charge. you."

"i'm hunted, i rebelled, and i did it, all of it, for you."

"i do everything that you ask. i always come when you call, and i am your friend."

"i'll go with you, and do my best."

"everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except me."

"I could go with you."

"i heard your prayer."

"you are the most selfless, loving human being i will ever know."

"i love you."

but dean had said it too. he knew he had.

"don't ever change."

"don't make me lose you too."

"a part of me always believed that you'd come back."

"i'd rather have you, cursed or not."

"let me bottom line it for you, i'm not leaving here without you. understand?"

"i need you."

"It's good to have you back, cas."

"i should've stopped you, you're my best friend, but i just let you go cause it was easier than admitting i was wrong."

"i forgive you, of course, i forgive you. i'm sorry it took me so long. I'm sorry it took me till now to say it."

it still didn't change that dean hadn't managed to get those three stupid words out when it counted; and so instead he watched the one truly good thing that had ever happened to him get swallowed up and vanish into black nothingness. he knew this time was different. the thought made his stomach churn. cas was gone gone.

until he wasn't.

realistically, there was no way jack could restore the entire universe and not bring back his father. according to him, he could take a more hands-off approach when his family was safe and reunited. the kid was a friggin' walking miracle, dean would certainly give him that. even if he hadn't been able to bring back cas, he knew jack had his father's heart, and that meant a great deal to dean. he wouldn't make the same mistakes with jack that he'd made before. he'd love the kid the way he should've from the start, because any small part of his best friend was something he intended to love until his heart gave out. jack would make a great god, and he would never go without the support of the winchesters for as long as dean could help it.

after everything, jack was also happy to learn that the winchesters were leaving the bunker. the good memories simply couldn't hold their weight against the bad and he told the winchesters that he'd come visit them in their new place from time to time.

the only reason dean even set foot in the bunker after was to grab as much of his shit to move out in as few trips as possible. he refused to let cas back in, going so far as to ward the bunker against him.

he'd done an admirable job so far of keeping it together since cas came back. he was proud of himself for that. sure, dean's eyes got a little misty when he first saw him again, and if castiel wasn't an angel, dean likely would've crushed his ribs with how tightly he hugged him, and held him, for several long minutes. he'd bit back a sob, unable to fight the way his body trembled touching him. he was real. he was solid. this was cas, and cas was here and so alive that dean could explode.

they hadn't addressed the elephant in the room. dean just hadn't been able to get his thoughts together yet. he wasn't sure he could get more than two words into that talk with cas before he lost it. he needed to get his shit together and fast, though, because dean wasn't sure how much longer he could go on living without castiel knowing how he felt.

when cas arrived to help dean move out and realized the door was warded, initially, he thought it was a mistake. he rang him on what would soon be dean's only phone.

"dean, the door to the bunker is warded. can you come up and let me in?"

dean took the stairs two at a time, which proved challenging. he'd had to damn near chug two beers before his hands stopped shaking enough to pack up the last of his meager belongings in a few cardboard boxes. he opened the door, finding cas there smiling, the sun creating a halo around his black hair.

dean’s wrist was wrapped in gauze, a red patch evident through the beige-colored bandage.

immediately, cas' guard was up, unintentionally flexing his wings at the sight of dean so distraught. dean's heart jumped in his chest, recognizing the gesture, the flash of white-hot energy behind that piercing gaze.

dean had that haunted, distantly sad look in his eyes that castiel loathed to see. his freckled cheeks were splotchy and his nose was a little pink. he looked older in this lighting, so human, and yet still as beautiful as the moment they'd first touched in hell, perhaps even more now.

"dean, what—"

"i warded it, cas. just got done actually."

"dean, why would you—"

dean's face contorts in pain. his words were hardly a choked whisper. "you were dead." and suddenly, the levee breaks.

he collapsed into castiel's arms with an honest-to-god wail. in all his hundreds of millions of years of life, it was one of the most bloodcurdling sounds he's ever heard. he'd heard cataclysmic asteroids collide with the earth and wipe out all manner of creatures. he'd heard the scraping of tectonic plates. he'd heard the explosions of vesuvius and krakatoa. he'd heard the screams of the damned and the sound of angels dying.

and he never wished to hear a sound like that from dean winchester again.

"dean, let's get you inside. get you some water and we can talk, okay?" he said soothingly, but instead dean shoved him away from the door.

"no," dean nearly shouted, another tear streaking down his face as his jaw clenched. he scrubbed at his cheek with his palm to wipe the sticky wetness of his tears away.

"dean," cas said again, begging for an explanation for this sudden and drastic change in behavior.

"you are not ever setting foot in this place again, cas. i mean it." he was visibly shaking, and his words left little room for argument, but even so, dean knew cas would.

"this is ridiculous. we can get your belongings out in half the time if you let me help. sam and eileen are expecting us in an hour."

dean's hand comes to rest on the pistol in his pocket. "so help me god, castiel, i will shoot you if you try to get through that door."

castiel's eyes widened, his brows quickly furrowing together.

castiel calls his bluff. "dean."

dean's shoulders sag and his eyes water again.

"i'm sorry, cas i—i can't let you back in here. i watched you die here. i—" he croaks. he breathes out shakily, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"oh, dean," he closed the gap between them, resting his hand on dean's shoulder. if he focused, he could still feel the residual energy from when he had marked dean that first day in hell. "billie is gone. the empty is at rest. chuck is gone. we're safe. i'm safe. i promise."

dean pulled him in then, hugging him fiercely. he cried, loud and ugly. he cried every tear he'd probably been holding in since he was a kid. cried until his throat ached. he should've just let cas in—he really wanted that glass of water now, even if the bunker tap tasted a little mildewy sometimes.

castiel was right. cas was safe now. they were safe now. but they weren't always, and those memories would linger with dean, likely forever.

"cas, you were dead. you died, right—" dean hiccuped around a sob, burying his face in the crook of his neck and gripping castiel's body as if he thought he might turn to dust and float away. "you died right in front of me, man."

"i know," cas murmured, lowering himself and dean to the damp ground into a seated position. "but i'm here now, dean. and for as long as you'll have me, i will always be by your side."

"i can't believe you just—i can't believe you left me like that. you told me you . . ." dean trailed off mid-sentence and sniffled wetly, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

"that i love you," castiel finished for him, pulling dean tighter to his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat thump against his ribcage.

dean never thought he'd hear those words again. they sounded like music coming from castiel's gravelly voice, better than any aria or orchestra or any zeppelin song. castiel loved him.

dean was afraid his heart would burst out of his chest like one of those xenomorphs from the alien movies, except instead of terrorizing sigourney weaver, it would just jump right into castiel's waiting palm, where it belonged. his heart had long since belonged to castiel anyway.

dean nodded, not daring to lift his head to face castiel. he knew castiel never just said anything. castiel didn't even need to say it. and maybe that's what terrified dean so much. he knew castiel meant every word he said from the bottom of his heart, knew that castiel had loved him long before he said it. he and dean were tethered to each other in a cosmic sense, a more deeply profound connection than he would ever even be able to comprehend as a human.

"dean i do share a more profound bond." he'd only known cas a couple of years then. it didn't make sense at the time to him, and dean certainly wasn't in the place to really evaluate what that could mean, a profound bond.

but castiel was right, as he often was when it came to dean. from the moment they met, cas could read dean like an open book. as an angel, dean supposed he kind of could. castiel had seen his soul, had painstakingly hand-stitched it back together. and it was terrifying, remembering that it was castiel who rebuilt him from scratch in hell. cas, who had died bloody for dean so many times before. cas, who forgave dean for the most unforgivable acts. cas, who he loved more than he'd ever believed himself capable of, and yet he knew that, for every day of the rest of his life, he would spend every second finding a way to love him ever more.

"and what . . ." cas pondered his word choice. "what are your thoughts? how does it feel, knowing that i love you?"

dean could hear the nervousness in his voice. he could feel it in how tightly castiel gripped him, as if he too felt dean would somehow slip away if he let go. dean knew all too intimately the feeling. he feared he would never get enough of castiel's touch, and loathed himself for every minute he'd wasted not touching him, platonically, jokingly, romantically, intimately, sensually, sexually, lovingly, reverently.

he lifted his head then, staring at castiel, finding his angel's eyes swarming with tears. his eyes were so beautiful, dean thought. they always had been to him. he knew these eyes had technically been jimmy novak's, but that blue glow that emanated from within his vessel was all castiel, his stories-tall celestial body, big as the goddamn empire state building, contained in human form.

that massive, eldritch monster adored him, loved him so deeply that he broke chuck's story. he could burn dean's eyes out at the mere sight of his form, make his ears bleed with his true voice, and he loved dean winchester. he was terrifying. he was beautiful. dean could only describe castiel's beauty as devastating, both its presence and its absence so much more.

dean could feel the squelchy ground beneath him soaking into his jeans, but he didn't care. he stared at castiel, the pair of them unable to tear their watery eyes away for even a moment. cas had hardly been gone a week when he died, but dean wasn't sure he could even blink without missing the sight of him now. too much wasted time.

"i should've said it back. i should've said it then and so many times before. i should've said it the first moment that i met you. i should've told you when i told you not to ever change. i should've told you so many times when i told you i needed you, because i did, and i do, and i have since you raised me from hell and i will until i stop breathing, cas. i should've told you every time i got you back. i should've told you a thousand times over that—" his breath hitched. "that i love you. because i love you so much more than i can even say. you know i'm not good with words, but cas, i love you so much that it hurts. it hurts to be with you, and it hurts so much worse to be apart. it's hard carrying around the sheer weight of my love for you, man." he swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry.

castiel's cheeks were wet with tears now too. and fuck, that was the last thing he'd wanted to make cas do.

he continued, "i'm human. i'm so far from perfect. i'm going to fuck up like i have so many times before, but . . . but i'm going to spend every second i have here trying to make it up to you by loving you, by making myself worthy of your love, because cas, i can't live without you. every time i had to burn and bury you, it was like a part of me was dying right there with you. it's like i lose all sense of control or drive to even keep going. i've loved you for longer than i've probably even known. i've loved you even when i shouldn't have. i've loved you with everything i am, and i've still loved you less than you've deserved. you are, without a shadow of a doubt, the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me."

castiel smiled warmly, the crows feet at the corners of his bright eyes releasing the tears previously held at bay.

"i never knew love before i met you, dean," he began. "i worshipped god like a dutiful soldier. i fought alongside my brothers. but i have never loved anyone or anything like i have loved you. i have loved you in secrecy. i have loved you despite everyone and everything i'd ever known telling me not to. i have loved you despite being controlled by naomi, or possessed by the leviathans, and i have even loved you as you turned me away. i have loved you so loudly that the heavens and hell and everywhere in between knew that i would forever only exist to love and protect you. there is not a thing i would not do for you, not a place i would not go for you, no one or thing i would not kill, no evil i would not give everything i had in me to conquer for you. i have been terrified of my love for you. i don't think i ever truly knew fear before i feared losing you, and in turn i never knew loss before the first time i lost you. you cannot possibly understand the depths of my love for you, dean winchester. my heart is as much yours as your own soul, and i will follow you forever, to heaven, to hell, to purgatory. i will follow you until the end of time. i will you until there are no tomorrows. i love you."

they sat in silence for a long moment, the words just beginning to seep into both of their brains. it's dean who breaks the silence first.

"i wish you would've told me before you died," dean said selfishly.

"and i wish you would've told me instead of letting me leave," castiel countered with a hint of a smile, and if anyone else had dared say something like that to dean, they'd have been damn near fighting words, but it was castiel, who was alive and breathing and loved dean so much, so dean just grinned stupidly.

"touché," dean conceded. "but i'm still not letting you back in the bunker. i mean it. i've only got two more boxes anyway, and i already went through your room when . . . um," he paused, clearing his throat, unwilling to even say the words again. "there wasn't a whole lot, but it's all in baby's trunk."

castiel, touched, doesn't even have the heart to put up a fight. "okay, dean. i'll wait in there and ride back with you. let me know if i can do anything to help."

"yeah, man. i'll just be a couple minutes," dean said over his shoulder as he trudged down the steps and out of sight.

castiel fished the spare set of keys dean had made for him out of his pocket, unlocking baby's trunk and finding a medium-sized cardboard boxed labeled 'CAS.' castiel recognized dean's handwriting and grinned.

opening it, he found a couple of nondescript clothing items dean had likely stashed in cas' room from his own wardrobe so he'd have a change of clothes sometimes. on top of those, however, were an angel blade and a handful of pictures of cas over the last ten years that dean had collected. some he recognized, but some of them castiel didn't even realize had ever been taken. some were blurry, likely due to poor camera quality on one of the burners, but others were clear. they were recent. did dean take all of these?

mixed in with a couple of framed photos was one last item. cas felt a lump in his throat when he realized what it was.

scribbled against the flat side and faded from frequent use was 'dean's top 13 zepp traxx.' he didn't realize he'd started crying again until a tear landed on his jacket sleeve.

"it's a gift. you keep those." cas could still hear dean's voice saying the words now. he remembered his surprise. he'd been almost certain the tape was a loan, and when they were on the outs, as they so often had been in the past couple of years, cas couldn't fathom making himself more of a nuisance to dean. but no, even though dean had been pissed with him, he wanted him to have this. cas wondered where dean had found it, as he was almost certain he'd had it on him the night the empty took him, but he was happy to see it nonetheless.

cas gently placed the tape back in his jacket pocket before closing the box and the trunk. he walked over, caressing the handle of the car he'd ridden in at least a hundred times. it had been uncomfortable the first handful of times, sitting in a moving metal box going so much slower than he could if he were to fly. over time though, castiel grew to enjoy riding in the car, but only with dean, and only in dean's car. he was gentle with baby when he opened the passenger seat, the familiar scent of worn leather and sage and gun smoke hitting him like a punch in the gut. cas would never tire of the smell.

dean, true to his word, only took another minute or so before he plopped the last box into baby's backseat, climbing into the driver's seat and turning to cas as soon as the door swung shut. he stares for a moment, taking in the details of castiel's face as if memorizing them. his lips finally curved upward, revealing his beautiful smile.

"you ready to get back home?" dean asked.

"i am home, dean."

dean chuckled. "nah, cas. this place ain't home anymore. i'm not sure it ever really was."

cas shook his head. "no, i . . . i don't mean the bunker, dean. i mean you. you are home. i will always be home when i'm with you."

dean doesn't respond, but his smile grows softer, fonder, if that was even possible. his hand reaches down into the valley between them, coming to rest gently atop castiel's. at first, he jumps at the contact, but when he realizes what dean is doing, he turns his palm upward, allowing dean's fingers to thread through his. he squeezes castiel's hand.

"you asked, what about this is all real? we are." dean understands what cas meant now. after everything they'd been through to get to where they are now, he finally understood.

they drove home in relative quiet. there was nothing that'd been left unsaid. dean quietly hums along to the radio, playing the mixtape. when cas had passed it to dean to throw on the tape deck, he watched dean's eyes grow glassy as he read it.

"i just about lost it when i found this in the hall, after you . . . yeah. fuck, i couldn't bring myself to go back to your room . . . so i kept it on me," dean said, patting his chest pocket.

"thank you for keeping it safe for me," cas said sincerely.

dean couldn't speak after that if he wanted to, his heart lodged in his throat. he smiled and nodded, turning to face the road while blinking rapidly to push back tears. he and cas had cried enough tears today. things were good now. things were okay.

things only got better from there.

life for the winchesters had never been easy, so adjusting to the idea that they could both find peace with people they loved was difficult. dean commended eileen's stubbornness in deciding she wanted to put up with sam forever. dean knew he owed castiel a damn parade float to thank him for choosing to put up with him forever. the two brothers and their partners moved into a modest but spacious house in the blue ridge mountains. dean was certain he'd had enough of kansas to last several lifetimes.

castiel enjoyed watches the sunrises and sunsets from their screened porch, often enjoying a cup of coffee while he rocked in a chair he'd picked himself from a local thrift store. dean loved a pretty sky as much as the next guy, but he often found himself watching as castiel stared straight into the sun, watching it rise or fall over the crest of a mountain. cas was a better view anyway.

considering they had mostly left hunting behind, dean had tried to pick up a few new hobbies. he really enjoyed drawing, especially drawing cas. he had also found an old harmonica when they moved in. after checking in all the ways dean and sam knew how, and determining it was neither haunted nor cursed, dean had shrugged and pocketed the tiny instrument.

he'd mostly only played it at first when he knew sam wasn't around to make fun of him. cas on the other hand, dean had largely accepted that he would never judge a thing dean did, even if it sounded like cats squalling, which it sort of did for a little while. but dean was a quick learner, and cas loved the way dean's eyes would light up as he worked through whatever he was trying to learn.

it took him longer than he'd care to admit, but after some practice, dean had finally learned how to play the harmonica theme from once upon a time in the west, which he played often when sam stepped out on the porch. he would give dean an unimpressed look, roll his eyes, and inevitably cave in, smiling at the sight of his brother beside the love of his life, finally happy, something he could've sworn he'd never see even just a few short months before.

after one long rainy day, once the skies had cleared, dean and cas curled up together on the porch, swinging in the hammock dean had just finished putting up the day before. they sat sideways so dean could fiddle around with his latest fixation, and cas could watch the sunset as it peeked between the remaining clouds and over the blue-tinged peaks of the mountains. they had the house to themselves for the weekend as sam and eileen had decided to take a trip to the beach, something sam had never really been able to do before since the world had constantly been on the brink of ending, pretty much since he was born.

the air was thick with humidity, something dean still hadn't quite gotten used to, and the crickets, frogs, and birds chirped loudly around them. his hair had gotten a little unruly; he'd need castiel to help him shape it up later, but for now, it clung to the back of his clammy neck in the evening carolina heat. his stomach ached from overindulging on some sort of honey garlic chicken cas had made for them with his hand-collected honey. cas had his arm slung over dean's shoulder, holding him tightly against his side as he talked animatedly and endlessly about the history of the mountain range and how he'd been there as they formed. dean could listen to cas talk forever.

things were peaceful. life was good.

criston cole is such a female-experience coded character and it is exactly why he is hated so much hear me out

his whole character is built around the idea that rhaenyra seduced him, had taken his dignity and made him feel like her whore. his vow and his duty are close enough to the idea of women's purity and value. you were sullied, you have to marry the man that devalued you, otherwise you are spoiled and unworthy.

on top of that, his identity as a knight, as kingsguard means he is submissive. he is not seen having a lot of opinions or plans to how things are done, the big guys in the council decide and he has to obey to their orders.

on top of that, when he does act at last, it's portrayed in the form of scheming, behind the backs of people, and it's mostly attributed to his sentimental nature, to his inability to think straight, be logical because of his personal feelings. that's how women have been portrayed for centuries.

another thing that makes his character harder to grasp is the choice to have the same actor play the pre-timeskip and past-timeskip criston. 20 years have passed and yet people see him as the same person who refused to be rhaenyra's whore but now he is hypocritical because he is alicent's whore. 20 years have passed and, even if you can't see it on his face, he's bound to have changed too.

in his relationship with alicent he doesn't talk as much. he is obedient, she's the one in charge. she gets to say when and how things happen, he is just at her service.

his entire character is build up to revolve around rhenyra, like women's lives are supposed to revolve around men. if he refuses to acknowledge his status in his youth he is no longer allowed to later (after 20 years mind you) find some sort of comfort in another master. it's like saying "if you say you hate the system why take part in it"?

his pent up rage and hatred is evil, because what happened to him was behind closed doors where no one saw or heard of it. because if they knew of it he would lose everything, exactly the way women have often refrained from talking about their condition in fear of being villainized themselves. in the meantime, the one in power will keep their dignity and spotless reputation like rhaenyra is not even held accountable for having bastards pushed forward as heirs, not to mention the fling she had with criston.

this rant is in no way trying to portray criston cole as a saint or a good guy or trying to justify his behaviour. this is actually the problem with hotd, the effort to draw a line between the good guys and bad guys. have it be either balck or white. it's not, it can't be. you either have complex, morally grey characters with flaws and mistakes or you go watch marvel or something. even there villains are more humanized than in this petty effort of righteousness.

LE: thank you everyone who mentioned the aspect of criston being a man of colour from dorne and the power dynamic between a royal and a lower born who fought his way into the world! this rant was written in a rush and while i couldn't express the latter as eloquently as most of you in the tags/comments, i completely overlooked the former. i love looking through everyone's tags and comments and seeing your takes. as @jazzyclarinet pointed out in the comments, seeing criston's character in this light does not erase or diminish the injustice other women in the story experience.

on another note, i feel like part of the blame is on the way hbo marketed the season with the pressure to pick a side. however, i think what we've been lacking as a society in the post covid years is actual unbiased analysis of art. swallowing up content without any question and making said content a personality trait is harmful. as i said, i don't like criston as a character, but i can make these points about him simply because i watch the show critically and i don't blindly defend a character while trashing another.

i need 40yo me come from the future right fucking now and say don't worry wait a little longer it's gonna be okay you'll find your place

the bond between a girl and the book she read in middle school is sacred

Runaway with Me

Benny Cross x female reader

Divider credit @firefly-graphics

Summary: You're a nice college girl dating a fellow student and photographer named Danny, but your boring life comes to an end when you meet the man you've previously only lusted after in his photos. When you spend a night with Benny, your whole world changes.

A/N: Kathy doesn't exist in this AU. Only my second fic for Benny. Let me know your thoughts! Comments are love 💕

No spoilers here for those who haven’t seen the film!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, language, drinking, infidelity (sorry Danny)

“Hey,” a low voice called to you, rumbling like thunder on a warm summer night. His smoldering gaze stopped the click of your heels on the pavement before you could reach the bus stop, your attention stolen by a good looking blonde. You watched intently as the flashing streetlight illuminated his rugged jawline and muscular arms, sending a crackle of electricity down your spine.

“I know you,” he remarked mysteriously, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Your throat went dry, as you struggled to answer. Readjusting your purse on your arm, you shook your head before you finally heard yourself whisper hoarsely, “I don’t think so.” However, you knew he was right, you’d seen his photos in Danny’s dorm room, though the prints hadn’t done him justice. 

“You’re that college girl Danny’s always talking about,” he added, eyes roving your body in obvious appreciation.

Your mouth dropped open at the mention of your boyfriend, heart beat quickening as you thought of the way you’d stared at those images, biting your lip in curious desire for a man you’d never met. It hadn’t occurred to you you might actually meet one day, but now it seemed your fantasy was coming true.

Locking eyes with him in a flirtatious stare, you almost felt guilty as you introduced yourself with a coy smile.

Benny's blue eyes twinkled and a wide grin spread across his face as he realized you weren't frightened of him.

"I'm Benny," he reciprocated without saying more. However, the way he allowed comfortable silence to linger, put you at ease long enough to explain that Danny stood you up, leaving you to take the bus home. You couldn’t help the anger that filled your voice, throat constricting with unshed tears as you wondered when you’d be as important as his silly book. 

Seeming to understand your need for distraction, Benny asked, “You wanna get out of here?” He didn’t wait for a reply before flicking his cigarette butt to the ground and throwing one leg over his bike.

As you thought of Danny's calls going unanswered, you picked at the strap of your bag hesitantly. “I don’t know, I should be getting back,” you reasoned quietly with yourself.

Benny held up his hands as though accepting defeat. “You gotta go, you gotta go,” he shrugged before starting up the bike.

You glanced over your shoulder toward the uninviting looking bench under the bus shelter just as the engine roared to life, impulsively grabbing his chiseled bicep. His chin jerked up at you in surprise, that adorable grin returning when you yelled, “I’m coming with you.”

Extending a ringed hand for you, he helped you onto the bike, snuggly fitting your arms around his trim waist with the instruction, “Hold on tight."

You didn’t bother asking where you’d be going, your desire for adventure steadily growing. When he accelerated toward the highway with wind rushing past your hair and colors blurring in your peripheral, you could think of nothing except the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the seductive thoughts multiplying with every new sensation.

Pressing your cheek against his back, you inhaled the intoxicating mixture of pomade and leather, closing your eyes to imagine it mingled with the sweat of exertion. The vibration of the bike beneath your legs, body molded tightly against his made you all the more eager for him.

When he pulled into a local motel and helped you off the bike, your legs had turned to jelly and you couldn’t be sure if it was from the overwhelming experience of the ride or your sudden nerves as you waited to see what might happen next. 

Benny didn’t seem to notice, walking toward his door with a slow, but confident strut. “Want a drink?” he asked, holding the door for you. 

You fidgeted with your necklace as you peeked your head into the small, yet tidy room where he said he’d been staying for the past month.

He offered you the first bottle of beer, knocking the cap off against the dresser with a sharp crack. He shook the fizz from his hand, sucking a little off his thumb before placing the bottle in your hand.

As your fingertips brushed against each other, it renewed the electricity dancing between you, his eyes darkening to a deeper shade of blue as lust overtook his gaze.

With a shaky breath you took a sip and placed the bottle onto the table, quickly forgetting it as he took hold of your arm and pulled you into a searing kiss.

As the cool metal of his rings touched the burning skin of your cheeks, you moaned against him, allowing him the opportunity to lick into your mouth hungrily. He was gentle, but firm as his tongue fought yours for dominance, hands tangling in your hair as his passion increased.

His calloused hands memorized every inch of you on their way down your body to find the hem of your top and pull it over your head. Nipping softly at your lower lip, he distracted you momentarily to unclip your bra and toss it aside, stopping long enough to suck in a breath at the sight of your breasts. 

Ducking his head to take a pert nipple into his mouth he lapped and sucked against the sensitive bud, making you whimper with need. 

“Like that, pretty girl?” he asked softly, hand kneading your other breast until you thought you’d cum from that simple touch alone. Hands resting atop his blonde curls, you pushed him away gently to catch your breath and he huffed out a little laugh. “A little too much, huh?”

Taking his lead, you wasted no time removing his jacket and shirt to reveal the taut planes of his chest and abs. Skating your fingers across the lean muscle with a sigh, you leaned in to place scattered kisses along his collarbone. You watched the vein in his neck jump before ghosting your lips over his throbbing pulse and chose a place to suck a bruise. 

He hissed as you tongued over it in soothing circles, fingertips clutching at your hip when you blew a stream of cold air across his flesh. Deciding to push him further, you snaked a hand down his front, palm gliding over the coarse material of his jeans. A low rumble of satisfaction came from his chest as you stroked his growing bulge, his hips involuntarily bucking against your hand. 

You smirked at his responsiveness and the fact that he was much bigger than you’d imagined. Unable to wait any longer, your fingers fumbled excitedly with his belt buckle, Benny groaning at the promise of release for his aching cock.

Falling to your knees, you helped him out of his pants and watched his cock bounce against his tan stomach. The little gasp that left your throat seemed to amuse him as he tilted his head to savor the sight of you before him.

Hand reaching for him like a prize, you began long slow licks along his shaft before taking the spongy head between your lips, eager to please. No sooner had you begun, he grasped for your shoulder to steady himself from the dizzying pleasure, opposite hand sweeping the hair from your face to watch himself disappear down your throat.

Benny’s moans began to fill the room as you worked, a stuttered breath escaping when you stopped to kitten lick and suck lightly on the tip as you held eye contact with him through your lashes. The sight of your angelic face staring up at him doe eyed, saliva running down your chin was almost too much for him to bear. He knew he couldn't resist you if you continued much longer.

Within seconds you felt him capture your wrists, pulling you up to your feet as he gulped and shook his head. "Not yet, baby."

Walking you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed behind you, he pushed you onto the mattress with a bounce. You giggled as his eager fingers hooked into the waist band of your skirt and underwear, tugging them down to reveal all of you to him. "So beautiful," he exclaimed, long fingers tracing over your stomach reverently.

He hovered over you, placing kisses to your neck as his fingers found your slick folds, opening you up slowly until you were practically dripping down his fingers. Adding a thumb to circle over your clit, your back arched off the bed and he hushed you with a deep kiss which only intensified when he felt you clench around his digits.

"Need you, Benny," you whined, clutching at his broad shoulders and urging him to rest his weight over you. He pressed his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose in a gesture far too sweet for the single, powerful thrust that came next. Tears sprang to your eyes from the exquisite feeling of fullness, the pressure on your g-spot intense and immediate.

Benny stilled the moment he'd seated himself inside you, shuddering slightly to hold himself back as he allowed you time to adjust to his size. His cool blue eyes drank you in before resuming a steady rhythm that had you writing beneath him, head tossed back onto the pillows.

The slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls sent your nerve endings firing little sparks of heat through your core, somehow amplifying the need for more. Benny sensed it immediately, raising your leg to his hip and sank even deeper with a low rumble of satisfaction, matched only by your lustful mewls.

Spurred on by every sweet sound you made, his hips began snapping against you, a light sheen of sweat coating his chest. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging slightly at the roots as your brain fogged with pleasure. As he fucked you into the mattress, your eyes fluttered closed, only vaguely aware of him slipping his thumb into your mouth Sucking eagerly against the salty skin, you heard Benny groan loudly as the sensation shot straight to his cock.

Removing his thumb with a pop, he snaked his hand between you to circle the bundle of nerves at your apex causing your mouth to drop open. He leaned in for kiss unlike before, messy and demanding. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he asked breathlessly.

You gave a pathetic nod, biting your lip as you felt the coil in the stomach ready to snap. Staring into the oceans of Benny's endlessly blue eyes, a soft static began buzzing in your ears as you heard him whisper, "Yeah? Let me see." His warm breath hit the shell of your ear just as you tipped over the edge, white heat consuming your body. Wave after wave crashed over you, melting your brain and making your limbs turn gooey.

Benny fucked you through it as he chased his own high, hips stuttering before he pulled out with a quick jerk. Emptying himself onto your stomach in hot, thick ropes, he exhaled a contented sigh and smiled down at you with a lopsided grin.

Hours later, overcome with exhaustion, you curled into Benny's side beneath the covers. Safe and warm in his embrace, you found yourself talking about anything and everything. He listened with rapt attention as you described your boring college, the pressure that came with the classes and your dream to escape, seeing the country the way Danny had.

Mostly, Benny listened, but he talked a little about his own travels too. The life he was leading fascinated you and you found yourself wishing you were part of it. However, your voice began to trail off as you glimpsed the far off look in Benny's eye.

Truthfully, Benny found the excitement in your voice endearing and he couldn't help fantasizing about taking you on the road with him. As he idly traced patterns against your arm, he found himself suddenly saying, "Runaway with me."

Clutching the duvet to your chest you turned to stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

His jaw set determinedly, he nodded to indicate he was serious about what he'd said. "Be my girl," he added, eyeing you carefully to see if you'd accept.

Your heart knocked against your chest as you swiftly agreed, moving to straddle him and take his face between your hands for a celebratory kiss.

As the first rays of sun hit Benny’s eyes, he groaned in protest. The morning had come too quickly despite his best efforts to savor the night with you. Turning over in bed to drag you closer to him, his arm stretched over the cold, empty sheets. Clutching the material in his fist until his knuckles turned white, he wondered if you’d caught a cab, leaving the moment you came to your senses. 

Shuffling to the side of the bed to retrieve his jeans, he wondered why he’d been foolish enough to think you’d go anywhere with him when you had so many other opportunities. But he couldn’t think about all that before he’d had a cigarette so he fell out the front door, digging in his pockets for a lighter.

Just as he stumbled off the concrete step, he nearly tripped over the chair you’d placed outside the door, eliciting a cry of surprise from you.

As he quickly apologized, you clutched his Vandals jacket to your shoulders, giggling at his disheveled appearance. He was still effortlessly handsome despite his hair sticking up in all directions, the streaks of golden blonde catching the sunlight and arousing another wave of desire in you. However, you noticed he seemed too distracted to reciprocate.

“I thought you left,” he admitted, graveled voice still full of sleep as he closed the motel door behind him.

You raised the hand that held your cigarette, explaining, "Just came out for a smoke.”

As he retrieved the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear, he considered you warily. "Before you took off with my jacket?"

"I was going to give it back when I came in to wake you up," you explained softly, standing to stub out your cigarette with the toe of your shoe.

He turned his back to you, pretending to survey the parking lot as he nodded in understanding, "You gotta go."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his back as you imagined you'd do many more times in the future during long rides together. "We have to go. I thought we were running away together," you reminded him with a playful nudge.

He turned around instantly, pulling you close by the lapels of his jacket for a long kiss. Smirking against your lips he murmured, "Then let's go, baby."

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Lost Fic #186

1. Hi!! Before anything i want to tell you that you are amazing, and i admire what you do. I'm looking for a fic, is an Human AU, where Aziraphale is Gabriel's Boyfriend but is in love with Crowley, who is his best friend, and who is (supposedly secretly, but everyone knows) in love with Aziraphale. I remember it was Azi's Birthday and he breaks up with Gabriel bc of a Polo, but I can't find it :( - @xenocryp

2. I'm trying to find a fic that I read a month or two ago that had Crowley and Aziraphale talking about what they would do to each other while sitting on the sofa in the bookshop. They aren't together before the conversation and Crowley ends up so worked up their first time ends up being a quick thing on the sofa instead of upstairs like they were describing happening. I thought I found it through your recommendations, but now I can't find it again. - @annedieuleveut

3. There's a fic I've been trying to find where Aziraphale got a holy brainwashed and turns on Crowley. I don't remember the name, just this 😭 I think his eyes even glow at some point? Sorry if this isn't very specific - @hauntingofgorehouse

4. hello again! im hoping you can help me look for a fic: it's nsfw and set in the 1500's, aziraphale and crowley go to watch hamlet at the beginning and afterwards they go back to their hotel and ofc have sex. they have this friends with benefits arrangement for lack of a better phrase, and the fic ends with a kiss/declaration of love, which has never happened before. it's really good but i can't remember the title! would very much be grateful to you all for your help! - @knivez4teeth

5. (NSFW) i'm looking for a lost fic! crowley and aziraphale are sitting in the bookshop when crowley out of nowhere says "i saw you. with a fusilier. you were sucking his c***." i'm pretty sure it's a short PWP where they talk about the fact that aziraphale has fooled around with humans (leading to a "i'm right here, you know," from crowley) but i desperately just wanna reread that stupid coy opening conversation - @mrghostrat

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Yall PLEASE give me destiel fic recommendations. I've read most the big ones like 91 whiskey, four letter word for intercourse ect. I don't do mpreg or omegaverse stuff, freaks me out to much lmao. Anyways I'm also not exclusively looking for smvt, I love angsty shit and even just fluffy comfort. Feel free to self promo, post fics you love, and use this post as a rec spot im just desperate for something to read lol

Ps. I also love Sabriel (preferably not bottom Sam if it's gonna be smvt) and anything involving Benny. Benny is my bitch, I love Benny.

A few times Misha (and Jensen, Rich, and others) make reference to Castiel's HOMOSEXUAL/ ROMANTIC confession of love:

Let the Rain Wash Away Our Secrets – Charlie Swan (smut)

It's been some time since I've last written for one of our fave DILFs, so here we go. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is one of Bella's best friends. But as she comes to Forks to visit her younger friend, Bella is too distracted by her boyfriend, giving (y/n) and Charlie the chance to get to know one another.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, car smut, best friend's dad trope, quite fluffy, age gap (reader is legal ofc)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (3k words)

Clouds covered the sky, adding to the gloomy atmosphere (y/n) found herself trapped in. Her eyes kept wandering, taking in her surroundings as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Protected from the light rain by her jacket, (y/n) cuddled herself further into the fabric, while she hoped that somebody would finally open the door. 

Once again, she rang the bell while wondering where Bella was. It had been days since they had last spoken, but while (y/n) had reminded her friend of her approaching trip, Bella had seemed distracted, as if she was barely listening. (Y/n) had been hesitant to visit after the call, and yet she had missed her friend too much to back out of the trip. 

With a sigh clawing through her, (y/n) reached for her phone to call Bella, hoping that she had fallen asleep or was wearing headphones, so she wasn’t hearing the ringing doorbell. But Bella didn’t pick up the call, letting it go to voicemail as (y/n) plopped down on the stairs leading up to the house. 

Annoyance flushed through (y/n) as she ended the call. Bella had sent her Charlie Swan’s phone number a few weeks ago, telling her that she could always call him if (y/n) needed her but couldn’t reach her. But (y/n) had never spoken to the man before, unsure what to say to him, and if he would even know who she was, given Bella’s distraction these past weeks. 

Uneasiness clung to (y/n) as she clicked on Charlie’s contact, having to deeply exhale before pressing the phone to her ear. She counted every ring, while slowly losing hope that the Chief would pick up the phone if he was currently working. But seconds before she’d be sent to voicemail, she was graced by Charlie’s raspy voice. 

“Hello?” Something about the man’s voice left (y/n) trembling, having to clear her throat before she could focus on what she wanted to ask him.

“Hello, Chief Swan, this is (y/n), Bella’s friend.” She pressed her free palm against her trembling knee, hoping that she could ground herself as her nervousness kept flushing through her. 

“(Y/n), yes, of course. Are you alright? Is Bella okay?” The concern dripping from his voice left (y/n) smiling. Bella hadn’t told her much about Charlie, but the things the young girl had told her, had been enough to leave (y/n) intrigued. Something about the things Bella had told her, hadn’t matched up, leaving her aching for the man who was undoubtedly missing his daughter. 

“I don’t know. She was supposed to wait here for me, at your house, but it seems as if nobody is at home, I can’t reach her.” The groan leaving Charlie drew a soft gasp from (y/n), wondering why he was overcome by this clear wave of annoyance. 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n), she’s out with her boyfriend. Give me a few minutes, I’ll come home to let you into the house!”

……

“I honestly wouldn’t mind taking the couch, Charlie.” Charlie had arrived at the house a while ago, greeting (y/n) with a soft smile that had instantly made heat buzz through her system. She had only seen a few pictures of the man before, and none of them were doing him justice. Charlie Swan was handsome, more handsome than (y/n) had imagined, leaving her slightly distracted as he guided her through the house. 

“No, don’t worry. I have to get up for work early anyway, I would only wake you.” She followed him back downstairs into the kitchen, watching him reach for two cups. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” The smile playing on her lips kept growing as Charlie poured both of them their coffee before placing the cups down on the table. “So, Bella didn’t tell me about her boyfriend. Who is he?” 

“His name is Edward, they met at school. He’s the son of Doctor Cullen, a friend of sorts.” The lack of emotions dripping from Charlie’s words left (y/n) smiling, instantly picking up on the chief’s dislike of Edward. (Y/n) studied him for a moment, taking in the clear confusion and annoyance as well as a hint of sadness. 

“Well, you know, I’ve been around Bella for years now, and I’m sure he takes good care of her if she is that focused on him.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her hand from finding Charlie’s, softly squeezing before she pulled away again. His eyes followed her movements, seemingly as shaken up by the electricity that had buzzed through them the second their hands touched. 

“She should be proud to call you her friend, (y/n).” She had met Bella years ago, had helped around their house every now and then and had stepped in as a helping hand whenever Renée and Phil had left the city, given that (y/n) was a couple of years older than Bella. She had always supported the girl through whatever she needed, feeling like her older sister – ready to help her through every uneasy water she had been forced to sail through. 

“That’s nice of you, thank you, Charlie.” Their eyes held contact as (y/n) took another sip of her coffee. “So, do you have any tips for me? I think I’d like to explore Forks while Bella is out.” 

……

“Dad?” Bella’s voice echoed through the house. It was dark out, a comforting darkness that wrapped (y/n) and Charlie in its embrace as they found themselves surrounded by soft lights and candles. 

Charlie had shown (y/n) around town for the past hours before they had eaten out at the diner. The conversation between them had flown all too effortlessly, guiding them from one place to the other as if they were old friends, connected through shared memories and unspoken emotions. 

“Hey, Bells.” The girl stepped into the room, freezing in her step as her eyes found (y/n)’s features. Bella’s smile instantly fell, groaning with her head rolling back while speaking a few curses. “(Y/n), god, I am so sorry! I completely forgot you were coming today.” 

“It’s alright. Your dad kept me company.” Her eyes found their way back to Charlie, who shot (y/n) a soft smile, before redirecting his gaze towards his daughter. Bella seemed all too oblivious, not picking up on whatever was lingering between Charlie and (y/n), seemingly still focused on her afternoon with Edward. 

“How are the Cullens?” Charlie’s soft voice left (y/n) smiling. He had told her all about his dislike for the boy, and yet he still cared enough to hear about Bella’s experiences, her adventures, and whatever she was doing when she met up with the rather tense boy. 

“Good! I can’t wait to introduce you to them, (y/n). I think I’ll head to bed now, but how about we grab some breakfast in the morning?” (Y/n) could only nod as Bella disappeared upstairs, leaving her wondering if Bella even cared about her visit after all. Charlie seemed to pick up on her confused expression, letting his hand rest on her knee to softly squeeze it. 

“As much as I hate it, she’s in love. I’m sorry, she is so distracted these days. But feel free to call me tomorrow if she bails on you again, I’m not working in the afternoon.” 

……

“Hi, excuse me, is Chief Swan still in?” She smiled at the policeman who studied her with an unreadable expression. He turned from her to call for Charlie, watching the chief appear a moment later. (Y/n)’s eyes found his, drawing a soft smile to his lips as he guided her towards him with a simple hand movement. 

“Where’s Bells?” Charlie allowed her to step into his office, closing the door behind them to offer some privacy. (Y/n) plopped down in one of the leather chairs as Charlie took a seat himself, keeping his eyes on her with every movement. His office had an almost cosy touch to it, warmer than she had expected it to be. 

“She seemed quite antsy the longer I kept her from Edward, so I told her I’d roam the town on my own for a bit.” (Y/n) could tell that Charlie struggled to keep his eyes from rolling, while he sunk further down into his chair. They held eye contact as she let go of a soft chuckle, feeling sympathy for the dad of her friend who clearly struggled to accept his daughter’s boyfriend. 

“Well, I’m off in a few minutes, how about I take you to the beach I told you about yesterday?” The gratefulness she felt pushed heat through her body, a desperate heat that made it harder for her to ignore the growing crush she had on her friend’s father. (Y/n) could only murmur a barely audible “That’d be lovely” as Charlie turned back towards his computer to finish his report. 

It didn’t take long for him to stop writing, before guiding her out of the station and to his car. Soft music filled the small space as they drove through Forks, allowing Charlie to tell her some more stories of the town he had loved for years. She felt unusually comfortable around Charlie, searching his closeness as if he were an old friend, a lover she had been with for years, an all too familiar sensation she hadn’t felt with anybody else. 

“There we go, do you have a jacket with you?” Rain was falling from the sky as Charlie parked the car. Their eyes met, and for a second, (y/n) lost all strength to speak, fighting against the pull she felt deep inside of herself. She couldn’t cross that line, couldn’t try and move closer to her friend’s father, but it almost pained her to keep her distance. 

“Uhm, no, but it’s alright, I don’t care about the rain.” Charlie’s soft chuckles filled the car before he opened his door and stepped outside. She watched him open the trunk to pull out an umbrella before he found his way to her side. With the umbrella covering both of them, Charlie guided her towards the empty beach, watching the waves rush ashore as if they were racing one another. 

No words were spoken between them as she kept clinging to him, with her arm wrapped around his. The warmth Charlie emanated left her searching for his closeness, set on feeling him as close as he allowed her to. They walked along the beach with wandering eyes, taking in their surroundings, the dark sky and the high waves, letting an unusually calm atmosphere flush through them. 

“It’s funny how nothing around here has changed over the years.” He almost whispered the words, luring (y/n)’s curious gaze towards his handsome features. Charlie was already looking at her, wearing a soft smile on his lips as he slowly moved his hand, stroking one of the hair strands that had fallen into her face behind her ear. Shudders shot down her spine, pulling her closer to Charlie. 

“Did you ever think of leaving?” (Y/n) matched the quiet tone of his voice, she kept staring up at him as Charlie’s hand lingered on her cheek. His thumb explored her cheek, stroking her soft skin as if he had lost all will to fight against what was buzzing between them. She tried not to move, tried to stop herself from crossing the small distance between them, but the longing swimming in his pupils made it harder for (y/n) to hold still. 

“Tell me to stop, (y/n).” It was a soft plead, words (y/n) couldn’t reply to as she shifted her weight and finally pressed her lips against Charlie’s. The kiss left her lips tingling, letting the sensation buzz through her body as if lightning had struck them. She slung her arms around his neck, groaning at the sensation of his beard scratching her skin – a sensation that made heat pool between her thighs. 

His free hand found her waist to pull her against him, while their tongues met, deepening the kiss as rain kept pouring down on them. Only as the sound of thunder roaring in the sky echoed through their ears did they pull away. Both were heavily breathing, staring at one another with bright smiles that left them chuckling, feeling like teenagers in love. 

“Come, let’s get back to the car.” Charlie guided her along the beach, back to the empty parking lot. She felt giddy with every step they took, wondering how the next moments would play out while very well knowing that she hadn’t gotten enough of Charlie. She needed more, needed whatever he could offer her. 

Charlie pressed her against the car without another warning, kissing (y/n) again as if they were lovers reunited after years apart. Their movements were guided by an unfamiliar longing, something both hadn’t cared for these past years. 

He parted from (y/n) with a soft sigh before he opened the car door for her, letting her get inside as he did the same on his side. The comfort the car offered wrapped them in its embrace, drawing relieved sighs from them while the rain kept pitter-pattering down on his windows. Their eyes kept holding contact as (y/n) pondered over her choices, unable to bite down her grin. 

“Pull back your seat, Charlie.” He needed a moment before he set into motion, pulling back the seat enough for (y/n) to climb over the middle console and find comfort in his lap. Their lips searched one another like pilgrims, drawing groans and moans, filled with a desperation that urged (y/n) on to move her hips, grinding against his middle. The throaty groan that broke through Charlie left her grinning in success while she moved her hips again, feeling him grow beneath her. 

“We have to stop before I won’t be able to pull away, baby.” His words drew a whine out of (y/n), her lips were kissing their way down his throat as her hands worked on his belt, not daring to think of stopping. Charlie’s hand found her throat, forcing (y/n) to look at him as her hands stopped moving. 

“Charlie, I want this, I want you.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him groaning, forcing him to slowly nod to wordlessly allow her hands to keep on moving. With a grin stuck to her lips, she freed his hardening cock before she spat into her hand to pump him. Her walls fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled by him, needing to feel Charlie spread her. 

“I don’t have anything on me.” She let her eyes flicker up to meet his stormy ones, getting lost in his gaze for a few seconds as she kept moving her hand, feeling him twitch in her grasp. 

“I’m on the pill.” Grateful that she was wearing a dress, (y/n) began to shift on his lap, searching his lips for another kiss as she positioned herself over his cock. Their moans were swallowed by the kiss, echoing through the car while (y/n) sank down on him. For a moment, both held still, having to adjust to the new sensation, getting used to the way their bodies fit together all too perfectly. 

“You feel so good, baby, fuck.” His words encouraged (y/n) to keep on moving, supported by his hands that guided her. She grew wetter by the second, letting her arousal coat his cock with every hasty movement, chasing an orgasm that was already close. Both knew that this wouldn’t last long, having to get this first orgasm out of the way before he could properly fuck her back at home, touching her like she deserved to be touched. 

“Such a good girl, my pretty girl.” Charlie’s praises made her walls flutter, clenching down around him to push them both closer to the edge. (Y/n) kept moving, kept fucking herself on his cock with cries breaking out of her the second his fingers found her pulsing bundle, adding more friction to every movement. 

“Charlie,” she sobbed his name as her eyes fluttered close, knowing she’d cum soon, letting go with his name clawing through her any moment now. He began to meet her thrusts, pushing his cock even deeper into her tightness to watch her come undone on top of him. 

“Look at me, baby, look at me when you cum.” Their eyes found back together as (y/n) came with a cry, letting his name break through her. His hands kept supporting her, chasing his own orgasm while fucking into her. They were a trembling mess of tangled limbs, and yet both felt more relieved than ever before, thanking their lucky stars for pushing them together. Charlie followed her seconds later, letting go with a deep growl that forced (y/n) to shudder against him. 

“Fuck,” Charlie’s pants left (y/n) chuckling. He was still buried inside of her, even as she pressed herself against his chest, focused on the racing beat of his heart. He held onto her with his arm slung over her back, not daring to let go of the woman who fit into his grasp a tad bit too well. 

“I don’t know how we will tell Bella about this.” Her whispers rang in his ears, forcing a gritty chuckle from Charlie while pondering over her words. 

“I doubt she will notice anything while she is that distracted by her boyfriend.” And with a hum clawing through (y/n), she lifted her head to look at him. Another soft kiss was shared between them, wordlessly communicating their every emotion that grew stronger by the second.

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When you step into sunlight, you honor Apollo. When you admire the moon, you honor Artemis. When you admire cloud shapes, you honor Hera. When you smell petrichor, you honor Zeus. When you laugh at a joke, you honor Hermes. When your body twitches to dance at a particularly upbeat music, you honor Dinoysus. When you enjoy the first bite of your breakfast, you honor Demeter. When you choose your peace over any conflict, you honor Athena. When you warm yourself up by sheltering yourself in blanket, you honor Hestia. When you listen to Ocean sounds, you honor Poseidon. When you smell flowers, you honor Persephone. When you admire the coolness of first day of Autumn, you honor Hades. When you wear your favourite jewellery, you honor Hephaestus. When you smile, you honor Aphrodite. When you exercise, you honor Ares. When you light a torch in a dark room, you honor Hekate.

Your body is a shrine to Gods, your being an act of devotion for them. You, by yourself, are enough for them.

that one scene where merlin was going through arthur's drawers and when arthur woke up he panicked and said "i'm looking for woodworms" and arthur just gave him an unimpressed look through his sleepy eyes and asked with the softest voice, "...before breakfast?" the way he sounded so unguarded and so vulnerable in that moment. the way he trusts him with his life. do you even understand?? this is the guy that jumps out of his bed at the slightest noise and pulls out his sword. he woke up to find merlin basically in his face and he was unfazed. he felt so safe and so comfortable around him it's actually making me sob

Listen pal. On the very little chance that destiel becomes real. I need mr. Jackles to put his whole pussy into that performance. I need him to kiss Cas like he’s rediscovered air. Like he’s been drowning his entire life and now Cas’s lips are on him and suddenly—oxygen exists.

I need it to look like Dean’s been waiting for this moment his entire life without even realizing it. I want him to be stunned and in awe. I want him to melt into Cas—make his shoulders fall into him a little and i want him to make that awed breathless look he does. And i want it to be like Dean cant help but be pliant and at ease with whatever Cas wants bc holy shit—cas is kissing him and its so good and it was never effortless but he’s here now and it feels like he’s somehow made it home.

Does anyone know a fic where Cas is kinda traumatized about beating Dean in the crypt because of Naomi and his brainwashing so he cuts out his grace to be sure it never happens again?

Then he is human I guess and lives in the bunker with them (he doesn't fly away with the angel tablet). He doesn't necessarily become human right away. Maybe he heals Sam after the trials first, and while Sam is unconscious because of the trials, he talks about it with Dean. Dean doesn't want him to do that, because he forgave him about the beating up. Cas of course thinks Dean wants him to remain an angel because he is useful that way. And maybe he should listen to Dean because angels might be after them if they have the tablet.

But then Cas has to face Naomi again at some point (like he does in the show I guess) and you see how traumatized, he is. That's kinda when he realizes it too, and that's when he decides to do it. Then he gives his grace to Dean because he trusts him of course. But Dean can't take this, because this is huge. Cas insists and Dean obviously accepts. And Cas will keep helping the Winchesters, even as a human because he can still be useful to them, he is a former warrior of Heaven, he knows how to fight with a blade at least. And the brothers can teach him how to use a gun.

At some point maybe the angels could capture Cas to get the angel tablet. Or maybe they get Dean and Cas and so they take his grace and make him swallow it. So he becomes an angel again. They have spent some time in the bunker together by now, so Dean knows this is bad news for Cas, so he tries to save him with Sam's help. It could be a slow burn I guess.

chugging broken glass and lighter fluid would hurt less than looking at this

things I wouldn't believe happened if I hadn't seen them with my own two eyes:

cain implying cas is dean's collette

dean breaking cas out of naomi's mind control

cas' entire confession

dean's s13 widower arc

"I left, but you didn't stop me."

"he was your boyfriend first."

"the stench of that impala is all over your overcoat" or whatever he said

"don't make me lose you too."

dean turning aaron down not because he "doesn't swing that way" but because he's on a "federal investigation."

in fact, dean's entire reaction to aaron hitting on him

dean's disappointment when he found out aaron wasn't actually into him.

dean's siren being a dude and sam not questioning it despite still being under the impression that sirens infect people through sex

destiel divorce arc

dean completely giving up on life whenever cas dies

dean staying in purgatory for an entire year even though he could have left at anytime simply because he didn't want to leave without cas

dean seeing cas everywhere after purgatory just like how sam saw jess everywhere after she died

dean rewriting his memories of purgatory because he couldn't handle the fact that cas willingly chose to leave him and it was easier to believe that he failed cas instead

dean telling cas he's not going to let him die a virgin

"he's in love...with humanity."

cas putting donatello into a coma because he hurt dean

the handprint parallel (and that being jensen's idea)

"you have me confused with the other angel. you know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you?"

"sorry but i'd rather have you, cursed or not."

destiel dressed up as cowboys

"are you going to look at more anime or are strictly into dick now?"

"and how is it that you lost dean? I thought you two were joined at the, you know...everything."

the look on dean's face when he realized jack broke cas out of the empty (and the look bobby gave him in return)

"you're hoping castiel will return to you."

dean canonically being cas' human weakness

dean dropping to his knees and praying to cas while sobbing because he was scared of losing him

dean and crowley having orgies together

the mixtape

dean flirting with a guy through charlie

just the general way dean and cas look at each other and interact with each other like idk what else to say lmao

Damsel 🤝 I am Dragon

The sacrificed bride saving the dragon with compassion and becoming one with it, therefore saving them both.🔥🐉