The two men were enjoying the beautiful day at the park. They had enjoyed a lunch of sandwiches various fruits and cheese. They had spent hours talking about their lives, their families and their hopes and dreams for the future. Dean, the younger of the pair, with his light eyes and smattering of freckles, was truly taken with Castiel. This was their third date, one that had surprised both men when Dean had even suggested it. Dean had to admit that he did recommend the more macho type dates - their first of which was in the bar his aunt Ellen owns and he quickly learned that Castiel was as much of a pool shark as he was. Dean nearly swallowed his tongue when the words “picnic at the park” rolled off of it. Castiel’s answering chuckle was the life raft he didn’t know he needed.
That’s why they were there now. Bellies full of handcrafted sandwiches and tea. Dean would be lying if he didn’t think the strawberry-rhubarb pie Castiel made wasn’t taunting his overstuffed belly. It’s like he told his little brother Sam, “Sammy, I might have to marry the man if he can bake a pie.” And there’s his words staring at him with a golden brown crust. The little perfect strawberry cutouts to let the pie vent in the baking process mocking him.
Surly, people have gotten engaged for less right?
Dean shook his head and chuckled at himself as Castiel shifted and looked over at him. “What’s so amusing?”
“My imagination ran away, but we’re good,” Dean said easily, putting his arm around the other man. He smiled when Castiel’s dark brown locks, settled on his shoulder.
“This, by far, has been my favorite date, to date,” Castiel’s voice was quiet as if he didn’t want to disrupt to mood.
“Agreed,” Dean chimed in. An idea struck him as he reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. He turned the camera app on and started to take random selfies. Each one was more ridiculous than the last, making Dean chuckle at the confused facial expressions of his date.
“What in the world?” Castiel asked just as the shutter sound went off leaving a picture of Dean cracking up and Castiel’s mouth opened wide. “Dean?”
“It’s a selfie, Cas. Just go with it. Smile.” Dean explained between fits of laughter. The next couple of pictures came out just as jumbled and hilarious as Dean’s attempts without Castiel’s knowledge. They varied from Dean in near tears as Castiel tried to figure out was to do. There were even some pictures where all you could see of Dean was his light brown hair as Castiel’s own dark locks had took over the majority of the frame.
There were also ones of both men laughing together. Making faces at each other or in spite of each other. All clear evidence of two men in their mid to late thirties just having fun.
The press of warm lips against Dean’s cheek made him stop. He had setup the constant snap feature so that the phone would continue to snap pictures. Because of this the next sequence of photos captured not only Dean’s surprised reaction to Castiel’s kiss, but the knowing smile that slowly passed between the two men just before their lips locked for their very first kiss of many.
Written for the @deancaswc : @deadly-kitten-kayl vs. @snarkysnartes
Prompt: The Blood in The Water
Pairing (s): Dean/Cas
Word Count: 657
Rating: General
Tags/Triggers: Writer Cas, supportive Dean, establish relationship, Dean’s Pov
Summary: The source of all their marital stress lays within the box on Castiel’s desk. Can Cas make up with Dean after everything they had been through?
Dean watched his husband as he looked at brown wrapped the box. Dean knew exactly what was in there. The very source of every fight, every angry word shouted, and every night slept alone for the last eighteen months.
Because in that box held the advance copies for the final installment of Castiel's historical romances, The Blood In The North. No matter the drama the two men went through while Castiel wrote it, Dean couldn't be prouder than he was at this moment.
For as long as Dean had known Castiel, he had known his passion for literature and history. Dean has always known he would do great things because of this passion. But the in the North series was the first time Castiel branched from his usual genre of historical thrillers. While still classified as fiction he used historical facts to help his timelines. His first novel used the timeline of JFK's visit to Texas and subsequent assassination to help paint the urgency and speed in which his hero had to resolve. This book had his debut at number 12 on the times best sellers.
But this series was big deal for Castiel. It was a challenge. It was a statement. He had to find a way to logically make a love affair happen during the civil war. But not only that, the affair was of two men on opposing sides. With this series, he created a new fan base, one that felt Castiel could be a voice for them.
Castiel cleared his throat, his long fingers tapping on the brown shipping paper.
“I wasn't this nervous with Stray Bullet.” Castiel's voice and following chuckle broke the silence.
“I think, while that was an important novel for you, this one is a game changer.”
Castiel nodded and agreed, “An end of an era.”
“Well, open it up. You know Naomi is going to have Marv call and check on it,” Dean reminded gently.
Again, Castiel nodded, this time following it with a deep breath before he began to rip the paper off. Dean always loved watching Castiel when advance copies came. It was like watching a child on Christmas morning when they open the one gift that they hope is the one they wanted. Careful, not to running the package beneath the paper.
The nondescript wrapping removed, there stood the white box with the publishing house’ name. Inside laid the copies Castiel always requested. One for their collection, one for Dean's brother Sam, who was an avid reader of Castiel's world - even during his fanfiction days. Then a copy for Castiel's brother Jimmy and cousin Gabriel.
“What's in the box?” Dean asked with his best Brad Pitt impersonation. A smile gracing his own lips when he saw the small one in Castiel's.
“They sent me the box set,” Castiel explained, pulling the box of series out. The packaging of it to look like a vintage trunk.
Castiel carefully placed it on the desk before pulling out a copy of the book itself. Dean watched the ritual of sorts, where Castiel slowly sits back, his fingers dragging along the art of the front jacket before he flips to the back and grumbles under his breath. This part always pulls a chuckle from Dean as he knows Castiel hates the author portrait.
“Dean,” Castiel calls to him.
Dean makes his way to his husband and places the tumblers of whiskey on his desk. “Yeah, Cas?”
Castiel now has the book open to the dedication page and hands it to Dean without a word.
“For Dean. My husband. Best friend. Soulmate. And 3 am punching bag when the writer block hits. You've always been my biggest supporter and my righteous man. Our bond is a profound one and I love you with all my heart and soul.”
“I'll drink to my sappy husband,” Dean joked, leaning down to kiss his husband. “I love you too.”
This was inspired by all of the writers doing one-word prompts that I’ve seen dotting around on tumblr! I figured, hey, one-words prompts could be a cool bingo, they’re open to interpretation and even people with the same prompt could produce different results!
Some information:
Open to artists and writers! Fanart, graphic art and fanfiction are very welcome!
Writers - there is no minimum or maximum word count! Write a 50k fic for each square if you hate yourself, or challenge yourself to meet the prompt in only 100 words!
There is no deadline! Inspiration doesn’t adhere to schedules or timetables, so take as long as you want!
You can write anything you like. All tropes are allowed, so long as you tag it/
Open to all ships, including (but not limited to) RPF, reader insert, Destiel, Wincest, Sastiel, Sam/Happiness, Dean/Rodeo Bull. You do you, fam. No shame or judgement here.
Choose your card size! 3x3, 4x4, 5x5 or the 6x6 HARD CARD. That’s because the prompts are slightly harder, mind out of the gutter people.
Don’t like some of your prompts? Hit me up and I’ll switch things around for you. (Please note that prompts are in categories, and you’ll be switched for a different prompt within that category - e.g. colours)
The only hitch is that the creations must be exclusive and fill a maximum of one square. This means your creation should not fill prompts for other bingos, and you can’t fill multiple squares with one creation. One piece of work per square only.
You can have multiple cards, but only one at a time.
If you made it through that huge information dump, good for you! There’s more information on the blog if you have questions!
Sooo the Inktober is over and let me say: It was fantastic! I had so much fun and i really hope you all loved it, too. So i thought about a new project: The Supernatural Advent Calendar!
What is the spn advent calendar?
It’s just like a regular advent calendar, but as you can see there is a prompt for every day for you to try.
It’s for ART and FANFICS (or both if you feel like it :D)
Rules:
Well there are not really ‘rules’. This is more to help you all :D
There is a prompt for each day before christmas, that you can fullfill.
It’s a pairings advent calendar, which means you can use all your ships OR/AND friendships for those prompts.
It doesn’t matter if it’s only one pairing again and again or a new one each day.
You don’t have to do every day, just do what you can and want :)
just tag it as #spnadventcalendar2018 so i can see it
Example: I will do different pairings or friendships (which i will tag as those) for each day. This is my present for @dammitdain this year and he wished for some lovely pairs, but i won’t say more. ;)
I will also do both draw something and write a short little fic for it. I did that last year with general pairings. If you need ideas, you can find my calendar from last year here.
What do i get from it?
Well fun obviously! :D
Everybody who does a day or two (or all :p) will get a follow from me - since i need spn friends so badly ;)
other beautiful drawings and fics
every art / fic will get reblogged by me. maybe tag me in it, so i really see it or write me, if you feel like i ignored it!
I HOPE THAT’S ALL - SO HAVE FUN! I’LL SEE YOU IN 4 WEEKS!
[Written for @punk-is-notdead for the @profoundnet Halloween exchange]
Art by: @dmsilvisart
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing(s): Destiel
Warning/Tag(s): Friends to lovers, pining, Halloween theme, fluff
Word Count: 2,202
Summary: It's the annual Halloween party at the Roadhouse and there's a special little treat for everyone that's invited.
Also, did you hear what Batman did to Superman?
under the cut and on Ao3
The smoke machines were on blowing thick smoke throughout the bar. Michael Jackson’s Thriller pumped through the speakers over the sounds of laughter and others talking. Harvelle’s annual Halloween party was officially in full swing.
Everyone who lived within a fifty-mile radius of The Roadhouse knew that the owner Ellen Harvelle would shut down the bar and grill for only two reasons: a family event and Halloween. It was a tradition she had been doing since her daughter Jo was six years old.
What had sparked the first party was her good friend, now husband, Bobby Singer became the legal guardian of two boys. The oldest of Bobby’s boys, Dean, had been having a hard time adjusting to life without his father and through the help of little brother Sam, Bobby and Ellen learned that Dean’s favorite holiday was Halloween. The boys had been with Bobby over a month at the time of the first party and that night was the first time either adult had seen Dean smile.
Every year since then, Ellen worked with the kids to come up with themes for the party. One year they did Star Wars, Dean’s pick. Another year Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland for Jo. And in recent years they did The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Sam was the most excited for that theme and as much as Dean teased his little brother, he loved every minute of the planning.
This year, Ellen’s invitations were clear: come as your alter ego but you can only be DC or Marvel. There were so many versions of Iron Man, Wonder Woman, Batman, and even Groot, that your head could spin. But everyone was in costume, whether they were a villain or a hero. It was the first time you could easily see Marvel and DC friendly together. After all The Winter Soldier was dancing with The Enchantress. To be fair, Sam would dance with his fiancee Eileen, regardless of which side she chose.
No one was really surprised when Dean walked in wearing the Michael Keaton era Batman costume. As long as everyone had known the now thirty-seven-year-old man, he had been claiming to be The Dark Knight to anyone that would listen. The surprise though was seeing his best friend of the last twenty years come as Superman. Many had thought that Castiel would come as John Constantine, given his love of his tan trenchcoat.
Castiel was one of those people you were pretty sure came from another planet, which is what made the Superman idea work. He wasn’t, in fact, from another planet, just another way of life as he was raised in a fundamentalist compound. The youngest of ten children, Castiel was the third of his siblings to leave the only world he had known to come to college. That’s the time he and Dean met. Immediately Dean decided he needed to teach the “dorky little guy” what it was like to be a human and not a religious robot.
No one was surprised by the quick friendship the two had. After all, Dean was a caregiver by nature. A trait he developed at a young age before Bobby became the man he and Sam would eventually call father. Dean was even there for Castiel when Castiel had come out to his friends as pansexual. Dean didn’t quite understand how that differed from being bisexual but he knew that no matter what, Castiel would always be his best friend.
Those close to the two men would often look at Castiel with pity, especially when Dean left the bar with a random hook up or found his way back to his ex, Lisa Braeden. They knew that Castiel had cared for his friend in much more than a friendly way, but he would never make a move on Dean. And as far as everyone knew, Dean was hetero, overcompensating so.
But regardless of how Castiel felt, he would always shove his feelings to the side and be there for Dean when the pieces of his heart were shattered along the floor. After all, that’s what friends were for.
“Whoa! Look at you, Cas!” Castiel and Dean both looked in the direction of the voice to see a red-headed Robin smiling at them.
“Charlie! You did it!” Dean hugged her and lifted her up off the floor.
“Easy there, Winchester!” Charlie laughed. She punched Dean in the arm when he put her down. “Why didn’t you tell us that Cas was stacked under his holy tax accountant get up?”
Castiel scratched at the back of his neck in embarrassment as he watched his friends check him out.
“Well, yeah… I mean Cas does know what manual labor is and we go to the gym— wait, why do you care? He’s not even on your team!” Dean quickly pointed out.
“True, Cas doesn’t identify as the gender I am attracted to, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the man’s sex appeal.” Charlie teased, winking at Castiel.
“What?!” Dean asked incredulously.
Castiel laughed and shook his head as Charlie grinned. This kind of banter was nothing new amongst the three as Charlie always had this theory that the two men were actually destined to be together, they were just too stubborn to see it.
“Oh, come on, Dean! You can’t seriously sit there and tell me that you haven’t looked at Cas and thought, “yep, I’d hit that.”
“No,” Dean laughed nervously, suddenly avoiding any eye contact with Castiel.
Castiel shook his head again. “I don’t want to hear her explanation for that comment,” he said, pulling Charlie in for a hug and kissing the top of her head in a brotherly way. “I’m gonna get us some drinks.”
“My explanation is sound!” Charlie called out before turning her warm brown eyes on Dean.
“What?” He asked clearly uncomfortable with the scrutiny of his other best friend.
“I’m not blind Winchester. I know you would totally tap.” She gestured over to where Castiel stood at the bar talking to The Black Widow, Jo Harvelle. “That is, if you weren’t internally having a big gay panic.”
“I’m not having a big gay panic, because I’m not gay,” he hissed at her. “I believe the term is pining and you shut your face. He’s my best friend. I’m not gonna screw that up.”
Charlie rolled her eyes and thwacked Dean upside his head. “You, my darling friend, are denser than pound cake. Cas is in love with you!” She pulled Dean’s arm and pulled him off into a corner to talk better. “Seriously, think about it will you?”
“Of course he loves me, we’re like family, Red.” Charlie rolled her eyes at the use of the nickname, but Dean didn’t stop. “Besides, if he loved me like you claimed then why does he encourage me to go see other people? Why doesn’t he just tell me to stop?”
“Because you play mister macho ‘I like pussy’ around him and he just wants you to be happy!” Charlie threw her hands up in the air. “Seriously, Dean. I know I’m seeing things. I know you feel for him too. I just wish you would do something about it before it's too late.”
~*~*~
Later that night as the party was in full swing, Castiel made his way through the partygoers, saying hi to friends and commenting on costumes. Dean had distanced himself from Cas, something Castiel was prepared for, given that Lisa was here. What surprised Castiel wasn’t the fact that Dean seemed quiet and brooding, but that when Lisa flirted with Dean—obvious even to Castiel who was across the room—Dean had pushed her advances away. Castiel watched the whole exchange and thought it odd, especially when Dean looked over at him, before moving away from her.
Castiel refused to allow himself to hope that maybe Dean was finally taking his words about doing better than Lisa and lettering her continuously break his heart to heart. He learned quickly that when it came to matters of the heart, it was best not to push with Dean. Dean, while open with Cas about so many things, was closed off when it came to his romantic encounters.
Castiel shook the thoughts from his head and continued his conversation with Benny. The New Orleans native was a stocky man, with a dazzling smile and mischievous blue eyes. He had come dressed as The Incredible Hulk, and like Cas, didn’t need the foam muscles of a costume. The two men laughed and shared stories of their previous Halloween fails when suddenly Castiel was being pulled away.
Before he could ask what was going on, he realized that Dean was the one grabbing him and pulling him close. His eyes went wide with shock when his brain also registered the fact that Dean’s lips were on his. Something that Castiel had longed for, dreamt of even but never allowed himself to hope for and here it was, happening to him. And he was frozen in the spot like an idiot.
When Dean started to pull away, Castiel could see the worry on Dean’s face. He knew his best friend enough to know that he was internally kicking his own ass for such an impulsive move and Castiel had to act fast.
He placed his hand on Dean’s bicep, pulling him back to him and bringing their lips together again. Applying a bit of pressure, he felt Dean physically relax under his touch. As their mouths opened slightly and Cas slowly deepened the kiss, the hand fisting Castiel’s costume loosened. Dean’s hand spread out on Castiel’s chest as the smallest whimper escaped Dean’s mouth. That was all the encouragement Castiel needed.
He pulled himself flush against Dean, Dean quickly moved his hands to hold Castiel’s jaw and twist into Castiel’s dark locks as Castiel’s own hands held tight to Dean’s waist. What had started as a tentative thing became full of passion and yearning. A longing that both men had held back for years. Words and desires were shared in this kiss as their lips moved together and their tongues explored and learned the taste of each other.
There was a silence that fell over the room and it spooked Castiel enough that he slowly pulled away. His heart soared when he noticed that Dean, whose eyes were still closed, was trying to chase after his lips. Slowly, Castiel looked around to see that they had an audience.
“Uh… Dean.”
“Mmhmm,” Dean hummed.
“We’ve attracted some attention.” Castiel watched as Dean peeked one eye open and looked over to see that they were, in fact, being watched. “Do you think if we just close our eyes they’ll disappear?” Dean asked quietly.
“I don’t think so.”
“Shit.”
Castiel chuckled at Dean’s response. He moved to say something but Ellen came to the rescue.
“Alright, move it along. This ain’t a damn peep show!” She called out pushing the crowd back onto the dance floor and away from the two men. “What you just witnessed was a Halloween treat. And it’s about damn time!”
“Damn idjits,” Bobby added, sounding every bit a gruff as he always did but the small smile on his face was enough to know that he meant it with love.
“Hey!” Dean called out indignantly then chuckled, turning his attention back to Cas “I think we should talk… about what this all means.”
“Agreed. To the Batmobile?”
Dean grinned and kissed Cas quickly again. “To the Batmobile.”
~*~*~
Two years later, The Roadhouse was closed for Halloween weekend. There were whispers that there was a death in Ellen’s family, prompting her to close the bar and grill for such a long period of time. But in truth, they were celebrating something much bigger.
“You ready for this?” Sam asked as he helped Dean adjust his tie.
“Of course, Sammy!” Dean grinned.
“You’re nervous aren’t you?”
“What’s to be nervous about? He’s my best friend. I’ve already spent a third of my life with him.”
“Yeah but this is a huge step for you guys.” Sam pointed out.
“Yes, it is. But it’s a natural step for us.”
There was a knock and the Winchester brothers looked over to see Castiel poking his head through the door.
“Everything okay?” He asked, stepping through the door. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera and Dean couldn’t help but admire the way he looked in the tuxedo and cape.
“Yeah, Cas. We’re fine.” Dean smiled.
“Good,” Cas smiled in return, kissing Dean’s cheek. “He’s awake from his nap, by the way. Charlie just helped me with his make-up. You ready to introduce the newest member of our family to the gang?”
Dean grinned at his husband. “Hell yeah, let’s go show them the pumpkin king.”
Sam watched his brother’s eyes light in excitement over the prospect of showing off their son, Jack. That was the purpose of The Roadhouse being closed. They were using this weekend to introduce Jack Robert Winchester to their friends and family and introducing their son to the long-standing Halloween tradition. They were also celebrating their first wedding anniversary at the place they met, first kissed, and married.
Hello! So I'm having a bit of trouble writing body posture/positions (poses that are a bit more complicated than, say, slouched or something alike). Is there any resource you could suggest or tip? For example (and the irony of having to describe the pose I'm having trouble describing): I want to portray two characters who are laying down, face to face, but their bodies are angled away from each other (say a 69 pose but 0% sexual if you catch my drift...) Thanks so much!
Describing Physical Positions
If they’re face-to-face it isn’t a 69 pose, though… but, I think I get what you’re trying to describe. And that’s actually very important, because positions don’t typically have a name unless they have a specific purpose, like for exercise, dance, combat, or sex. So, when it comes to illustrating the way a character is sitting, standing, or lying, description is all we’ve got. However, there are two things we should really do:
1) Keep it simple.
This is easier said than done, I know, but finding a balance between simplicity and complexity is one of the keys to good writing. As writers, our imaginations can be very creative and vivid. Unfortunately, the things we conjure up in our heads don’t always translate well to paper. The more complicated the thing we’re describing is, the more details there are to be lost. And not only that, but you can give ten people the same description and they’ll all imagine slightly different things. That’s because we interpret descriptions based on our own unique sets of experiences, preferences, beliefs, etc. So as writers, we have to let go of the need to portray these really elaborate things for our readers. Instead, we have to boil the description down to something more functional. The goal is to give the reader an impression of the thing you want them to imagine, not to put the thing fully rendered into their minds–because that would be a fool’s errand.2) Just describe the thing.
You said, “I want to portray two characters lying down, face to face, but their bodies are angled away from each other.” That was everything you needed to do right there. Nothing more descriptive or more fancy is necessary. I don’t know if I’m imagining exactly what you’re imagining, but it doesn’t matter, because it put an image in my head. It worked, and that’s all that matters.When it comes to conveying context, like whether a moment is romantic or not, it’s up to you to illustrate that using other cues, like dialogue, touch, emotion/internal thought, etc.I hope that helps! :)
With National Novel Writing Month coming up, I know a lot of people are planning their novels. I’m a planster (halfway between a plotter and a pantser) so these asks are aimed at us!
First Look
1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)
2. What is your novel’s aesthetic?
3. What other stories inspire your novel?
4. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel
Main Character
5. Who is your protagonist?
6. Who is their closest ally?
7. What do they want more than anything?
8. Why can’t they have it?
9. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?
10. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)
Plot Points
11. What is the internal conflict?
12. What is the external conflict?
13. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?
14. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?
15. Do you know how it ends?
Bits and Bobs
16. What is the theme?
17. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)
18. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?
19. What excited you about this story?
20. Tell us about your usual writing method!
Hey folks! Just a reminder that you can be added to my tags by adding and selecting which stories you want to be tagged on here!
I'm adding five more ships: Mean (Meg/Dean), Meanstiel (Meg/Dean/Castiel), Meg/Sam, Meg/Ruby, Donna/Jody. So please let me know if you want a tag for any of those!
So far its only SPN pairs, but I might expand in the future :)
I get questions about this all the time and not always about a gap the writer didn’t realize was there until halfway through their novel. Generally, these writers talk about having a beginning, an ending, and a whole lot of nothing in the middle.
This is an issue that’s very easy to diagnose and much harder to treat. How it’s fixed and plotted out is very dependant on the story. However, there are a few ways you can connect your ideas:
Ask yourself questions. How do my characters need to change to go from point A to point B? What are the intermediary steps between these plot points? How can they try? How can they fail? How can they succeed and still lose?
Flesh out your characters. You’ve given them a world to live in, so how do they react to this conflicted environment? If you have too big of a gap and can’t find a way for your characters to fill it, you need to develop them further.
Build on what you have. Plot backwards if you like. Try to figure out the natural steps that need to happen based on what you have. Either escalate the conflict a little moving forward or de-escalate moving backwards.
Pinpoint specific plots. Separate out the plots in what you do have. You’ll have a much easier time building on individual ideas and it makes the rest much less daunting. This means exploring settings, conflicts, characters etc.
Read a book. Maybe even just its beginning and ending. Study it. See how the writer built off their beginning and how it all connected in at the end. This might give you ideas on how to let your plot play out in that middle section that’s just a blur.
Put together what you have. Does it make sense? What is lacking? Maybe you don’t actually need a middle. Maybe you need a short middle or maybe you need a very long middle.
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Check out chapter one of Clover Raine and the Black Dragon.
‘Always show, not tell,’ is a big fat lie. If you always show, you’ll have half a novel of descriptive words and flowy sentences that will be hard to read.
Here is a quick tip:
Show emotion.
Tell feelings.
Don’t tell us ‘she was sad.’ Show us- ‘Her lip trembled, and her eyes burned as she tried to keep her tears at bay.’
Don’t show us ‘her eyelids were heavy- too heavy. Her limbs could barely function and she couldn’t stop yawning.’ Tell us - ‘she felt tired that morning.’
Showing emotion will bring the reader closer to the characters, to understand their reactions better. But I don’t need to read about how slow she was moving due to tiredness.
Likewise, when you do show, keep it to a max three sentences. Two paragraphs of ‘how she was sad,’ with no dialogue or inner thought is just as boring.
Title: Kibbles and Bits
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Meg/Castiel
Warning(s): ass worship, fluff, smut, fingering, oral sex, choking, bitting, begging, married megstiel written for @kinktober2018
Word Count: 1,291
Summary: Meg had the worst day at work she has ever had. Castiel knows just what his wife needs to forget the day
under the cut and on Ao3
It was a rough day at work for Meg. Her boss had yelled at her when she didn't close two of the deals he felt needed to be closed. Then she managed to lose a contract to a competitor and her favorite pair of heels broke.
She was done with the day and wanted nothing more than to relax and sleep.
Her husband, of course, knew from the simple text from her saying "take out?" that Meg was in a mood. That's why when she came home she was greeted to the sounds of soft classical music, the smell of her favorite dishes from Mr. Wong's and a glass of wine on the table.
The daisies were an extra perk.
She wasn't even surprised when Castiel told her that he was going to draw her a bath. Allowing for her to soak in their drop down tub with essential oils of lavender and Chamomile. Her husband was always in tune with her emotions and knew just how to spoil her.
That's why at the moment she was laying on her stomach in a thong and one of his shirts. His hand was gently running lines along her back as he watched the news. The combination of a full stomach, the hot bath, the two glasses of wine had relaxed her to the point that his touch was icing on the cake.
She made a humming noise when she felt the back of her shirt rise up. Soon there was the press of soft lips on her lower back, followed by kisses on the "dimples" of her back.
"Clarence," she smiled as she said the nickname.
"Hmm?" Another kiss could be felt lower.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied. The bed shifted as he moved, kneeling between her legs.
"Babe, I don't really want to fuck in this position," she said with a soft laugh as she tried to roll over.
"I didn't say we were going to fuck, Meg. I'm simply kissing you." He clarified, holding her hips as he kissed the swell of her ass.
"Cas!" she laughed. "Don't kiss my ass." She squealed a laugh when he bit it.
"I love your ass though." Meg could picture the smile on her husband's face.
She moaned softly when he started to massage the globes in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against the juncture where her thighs meet her cheeks.
"That's right baby girl, close your eyes and let me work. Just feel."
She nodded and closed her eyes, feeling his mouth kiss and nip against her rear. The one spot on her body she was most self-conscious about and he was acting like it was the finest fruit in the Garden of Eden
She moaned again, lifting her hips slightly off the bed when he moved his mouth between her legs. Biting and kissing along her inner thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath against her core and Meg shivered in anticipation.
Castiel spread her ass cheeks and buried his face between them. She laughed a little moaning when he started to rub her through her panties, his face still between her cheeks.
“Clarence,” she whined, raising her hips up again as he started to add a bit more pressure as he rubbed. “Please…”
The cool air of the room was suddenly on her ass as Castiel pulled back. “Please what, Meg?” His voice was deeper and she could tell he was turned on.
“Don’t tease baby.”
Castiel pulled back the cotton crotch of her undies and licked her with the flat of his tongue, making her moan. “Yesss…”
“What was that?” he asked before doing it again, this time slipping the tip of his tongue between her folds.
“Please…” she moaned, pushing herself back.
“Please what? What do you want Meg?” he asked again before using his tongue again. This time he used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit as ran a finger along her folds.
“That… I want that... fuck me, Clarence.”
Castiel hummed and slowly started to fuck her with his tongue. She rocked her hips back, moaning and grinding against him. He slowly started to add his fingers, one at a time as he pumped it slowly into her. Pump and curl. A flick of his tongue. In together, out together.
It was a slow torture but she was loving every minute of it.
He moved his mouth up to her ass again as he began to pump three fingers inside of her, softly hitting the spot that he knew could have her undone in seconds.
“I love your ass baby,” he moaned, kissing her right cheek. She moaned loudly when he starts to suck on it, most likely leaving his mark on her.
She was able to get her knees under her slightly, raising her hips off the bed.
“Baby... “ she whined. “Please…”
Castiel groaned and pulled away, making Meg whine. She reached down between her legs, moaning at how wet she was as she began to fuck herself with her middle and ring finger. She spread her knees wider, giving Castiel a better view of what she was doing, knowing that he loves to watch her.
The bed shifted and she could hear the rustling of fabric before the bed moved again. She smiled, knowing that Castiel had stripped his sleep pants off. Her suspicions were confirmed when he moved her hand and held it behind her. She bit her lip when she felt the tip press against her.
“Give it to me, Cas. Please… I need it.” She begged.
He thrust into her, hard and fast, using the quickness to set the pace. Her head drops forward as she moans loudly. The sounds of his hips slapping against her, flesh on flesh, claps through the room mixed with her moans and chants of his name. She was already close to climax and the feel of him pounding into her is just the trick.
She moaned his name loudly as she arched her back and pushed against him. Her thighs began to shake, a sign that she’s coming. Castiel lets go of her arms and wrapped his around her waist, pulling her flush against him. One hand snakes up her chest to her neck.
“Do it,” she encourages him, placing her hand over his on his throat. She feels his hand tighten around her throat. Not enough to cut off her air supply completely but to make her feel light headed.
“Yesss…” she whispers moaning when she feels him bite into her shoulder, pulsing as he cums deep inside her.
She continues to bounce her hips on his lap, fucking them both through their orgasms, slowly coming to a stop as they both try to catch their breath.
She huffed a laugh when he places feather light kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“So much for not wanting to fuck,” she joked.
He laughed and kissed her temple. “I was perfectly fine worshiping your ass. You’re the one who got wet by it.”
She moved her head to give him a sideways look. “That’s my secret, Clarence. I always get wet when you kiss me.”
Castiel laughed and shook his head. “My little sex demon,” he said affectionately.
“My fallen angel,” she smiled before pressing a loving kiss on his lips.
When he helped her lay back down and clean up, he hovered over her, playfully kissing her lips, face, and chest.
“Ready for round two?” he joked. She groaned and smacked him with the pillow.
“Save it for our morning shower horn ball.” she laughed, snuggling into his arms for the night falling to sleep quickly. Her crappy day long forgotten in the arms of her love.
Title: Welcome Home, Clarence
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Meg/Castiel
Warning(s): Porn w/out plot, deep-throating, Cas POV, anal fingering, cum swallowing, written for @kinktober2018
Word Count: 382
Summary: Castiel was on a business trip, leaving his wife home alone. And, boy, does she ever have a welcoming gift for him.
under the cut and on Ao3
Castiel looked down at the wide brown eyes of his wife as she licked and nibbled along his shaft. She was feeling greedy today and he could tell by the way she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Meg was completely naked except for the thigh high stockings and heels that she wore. Whether this was a planned welcome home gift or just Meg's insatiable lust taking over, he did not know.
Nor did he care.
Because if he was being honest, the way her mouth felt on him was better than heaven on earth. She gave head like he imagined the best porn stars would. And dear God in heaven when she did that trick with her tongue and her throat...
He groaned, catching himself on the kitchen counter behind her to keep from collapsing as she took him deep into her throat and moaned around his dick.
"You want me to fuck your mouth don't you?" He rasped, slowly moving a hand from the counter to her hair. He tangled his fingers into the thick brown locks, gripping it tight to hold her in place as she dug her nails into the flesh of his ass cheeks.
He loved when she wanted him to fuck her mouth. She didn't have a gag reflex and would get lost in the moment. It was after that she would take him to the bedroom have her way with him.
What started off as a slow fuck, turned into frantic motions as she looked up with him, a smile clear. He tried to warn her that he was going to cum, but Meg held his hand against her head, encouraging him to cum. She even helped him by sliding a lubed finger between his cheek.
He erupted with her name moaned louder than he could ever recall, coming hard. His hips jerked and shook as he started to come down from the high of having his beautiful wife taking what she wanted.
She slowly pulled herself from him, licking and sucking him clean, before she stood up and started to kiss his jaw. He hissed when she scraped her teeth along the day's growth from his traveling.
"Welcome home, Clarence," she purred in his ear before biting on the earlobe. "My turn."
This is the master list of fics for Kinktober. I decided that I’m going to use Meg for this so the pairings will vary from Meg/Castiel, Meg/Dean, Meg/Sam, Meg/Ruby and more :D
