#feeder!cas

[fancycroissantgothparty]

do you have any immobile!dean thoughts, and what are they

Is that even a question? Man, all I can think about is how much care he'd need. Just someone (Cas, Sam, whoever) taking time to adjust whatever (struggling) furniture he's lounging on, message his rolls and poor overfed belly. Tending to his needs, lathering his soft, freckled fat with lotion to sooth the itches he can't reach anymore. Spending hours cooking to to satiate his ever growing gluttony. Having to start help feeding him because he's more and more struggling to move his arms to eat the growing sum, maybe even force feeding him when they know he needs more, despite his words. I think about how he managed to get there, how his totally greed and laziness led him to the day when he'd spend minutes a struggling, sweating, panting mess refusing to admit that he's finally eaten himself firmly into one spot, his feeder around the corner with his next feast. Or maybe he never notices, completely turned into a mindless pig, far to driven by his need for fullness to even care about his fading mobility. So to answer your question, of course I have thoughts about immobile!Dean, who the hell do you think I am?

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Piggy Piggy

Original S’more - Get Beached 2021

Supernatural | Destiel | 499 words Prompt: Eating contest Fat!Dean, Feeder!Cas

The annual county fair is a time honored tradition that brings people from all over the state together for a few short weeks in the dead of summer. This year is no different.

“Welcome, welcome, everyone to this year's Piggy Piggy Hot Dog Eating Contest!” The announcer says into her microphone. She’s wearing incredibly short shorts, with a plaid shirt tucked into her bra, exposing her entire midriff. Her hair is piled high on her head, Dean thinks she looks like something out of The Dukes of Hazard, her southern drawl only emphasizes her character. “Today’s a very special day because we welcome back three time champion of the Piggy Piggy Hot Dog Eating Contest back for a fourth year, Dean Winchester!” Dean heaves himself up from his chair, hearing the chair creak and whine under him as it is relieved from the weight of him. He gives a soft wave to the crowd, and plops back down, where the chair complains even more than it did a moment ago. 

Dean scans the audience quickly, spotting little Jack sitting on top of Cas’ shoulders a few rows back from the front of the stage. Jack gives a big double hand wave to Dean, who dutifully waves back, a big smile on his face. 

“-and our second sponsor for today’s event Benny from Piggy Piggy, who has supplied us with over 300 hot dogs for today.” A few more girls dressed identically to the announcer come out, each carrying a platter stacked high with hot dogs. “Each plate contains 20 hot dogs; when the plate is finished another one is brought out. Contestants have 10 minutes to eat as many hot dogs as they can. Our very own Dean Winchester holds the record for 89 hotdogs, let’s see if anyone wants to attempt to beat that!” 

Dean puffs out his chest. He and Cas have been training for this for months. He feels himself get hard thinking about the nights of them training in their bedroom. 

“Start the timer! On your mark! Get set!” The crowd waits in anticipation, “GO!” A horn blasts and the group of contestants begin shoving hot dogs into their mouths. Dean is no different; biting a hot dog in half and chewing exactly three times before swallowing. The crowd cheers as the digital counter above their heads keeps track. 

Soon, Dean’s first tray is finished, and another one is brought out. Dean thinks he hears Jack and Cas’ words of encouragement, but he can’t look up. Instead, he focuses even harder. Another tray, and another. The announcer narrates, “And Dean Winchester hits 80 dogs with a minute to spare!”

Dean’s on autopilot as he eats. His stomach is full and starts to strain, but he keeps going. 

“Winner!” the announcer yells, “Dean Winchester for the fourth year in a row with 96 hot dogs!”

Dean looks up and smiles, spotting Cas, whose eyes are big and full of want. Huh, 96, that’s a personal best.

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[a-deed-without-a-name]

@fancycroissantgothparty, you have drawn so many fabulous pieces for my fics, and I wanted to finally do something in return - this drawing reaaaally spoke to me, and this was the result.

[fancycroissantgothparty]

Dinner for... one?

(You should totally click the image for better quality)

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Made You a Plate

Original S’more-Get Beached 2021

Supernatural | Destiel | 499 words Prompt: Backyard BBQ Fat!Dean, Feeder!Cas, Post Retirement, Happy Family,

When Sam and Dean officially retired from Hunting, Dean bought a house on a lake. There were enough rooms for everyone; him and Cas, Baby Jack, Claire, even Sam and whoever he brought up for the holidays. 

That was nearly 5 years ago though. Now, Dean, Cas, and their kids just live. Claire comes by on her breaks from school, and Jack has the run of the property. 

Now, it’s Summer, and Claire is back for the next few months, and Sam and Eileen have come up for the holiday weekend. 

Dean sits on the porch, overlooking the lake. Cas is monitoring the grill, flipping burgers with Claire. Sam has always been completely enamoured with Jack, and he runs around tossing a NERF football around. 

At any other moment in his life, Dean would think he’d jinx something if he said how happy he was, but now, he’s not afraid to say it. 

Cas calls everyone to the meal. The sun is starting to dip, and the fireworks are going to start popping off any moment. Sam, Jack, and Eileen make their way up to the table from the yard. Clair brings out some plates and Cas starts serving from the small outdoor kitchen. Everyone gets their own plate, but Dean stays planted in his seat. 

Dean watches as his family flurries around, spooning food onto their plates. Cas comes around to where he’s sitting, “Here go you go Dean.” He pecks a kiss onto Dean’s lips, and drops a paper plate piled with food. There’s a double cheeseburger, a healthy serving of mac and cheese, potato salad, a small pile of chili cheese fries, and a hot dog. 

“Hmm, this looks amazing babe,” Dean leans forward, spreading his legs for his belly to shift from where it sits proudly on his lap to the space between his knees. The arms of the chair dig into his sides, and the chair creaks and groans under him. He takes up his fork and starts taking a bite. 

Everyone else joins in, eating from their own, admittedly less packed, plates. There’s chatting going on around them, Claire tells Sam about her classes at school, and Jack informs Cas how Sam taught him how to throw a spiral football. Dean eats his food, listening to everyone and completely content. 

He finishes his plate before anyone else, and before he can sit back into his chair, Cas has another plate ready for him, switching it out for the one in front of him. “You’re not done yet,” Cas says. 

“Guess not,” Dean takes up his fork again, and keeps eating. Cas brings him two more plates of food, allowing Dean to feel heavy and bloated in his chair, his belly feels heavy and hard; he’ll definitely want belly rubs later. 

“Who wants dessert?” Cas asks, Jack’s hand shoots up, but Dean can only really see the way his eyes are trained on Dean. 

“I’ll have a bite,” Dean responds, leaving Cas’ expression wrecked.

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[fawniefei]

Am I weird? I'm fucking weird....

So I went on Chubwinchesters last night to see if there was any Dean/Cas to read *a girl can hope*, unsurprisingly, there wasn't. So I read whatever I hadn't read yet *that wasn't rpf, that's 11 different levels of awkward for me*. 

After reading it, I realized, there are rarely any Destiel fics where Dean is more than just 'pudgy'. I've only found like, a handful of Destiel fics where he's heavier. And that....really bums me out. QuQ

I want to be able to find Destiel fics where Dean is happy and softer and larger and being in a loving schmoopy relationship with Cas where he happily learns how to cook from Dean and where he indulges him on his birthday and Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years. Where one afternoon there aren't as many calls to the bunker asking for hunting advise, it's a slow day and they have a chance to enjoy each other. Dean wanting to take advantage of the time to themselves and straddling Cas' lap, conscious of not putting all of his weight on him. Having to lean in for a kiss more than usual lately because his belly's in the way. etc~

I'd write those things myself if I had the talent, just to satisfy my need to read something like that. (ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ

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Castiel making apple pies after work so he can feed each slice into Dean's perfect mouth.

Dean throwing a fit because Cas's purposely getting him fat now, why else would Cas be making so many damn pies?

Castiel snuggling around Dean's pudge because Dean could complain all he wanted, but he'd never actually refuse a slice of his boyfriend's amazing pie.

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