#things got complicated

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

*everyone scrambling trying to find a tape to save Nancy*

Lucy: She doesn’t listen to this Eddie! She likes normal stuff! What happened to the mix tape I made you?!

Eddie: I burned it!

Lucy: You burned it?!!

Eddie: I WAS REALLY MAD AT YOU!

[mmmatchasims]

Primrose: You and I both know that has never been enough.

[spreaddit]

[freewillsnippets]

Ok for Free Fic Friday, can you do a Cas/reader where they have to wait in the Impala for Dean and Sam? But they're there for awhile, so they take advantage of being alone? Smut or fluff or both, pls. :3 Thanks!

You know, i was torn for a bit, between fluff and smut, but then i thought … why not both?

***

“Cas–Fuck–Harder–”

“Come on, come for me–” He leans down to your ear, grinning wickedly. “Unless you want Dean and Sam to walk in on you, all sprawled out and taking an angel so good.”

The back seat of an impala. A place with an immense content of fun … If you let yourself be a little adventurous.

You moan, taking a fistful of his hair and tugging, giving yourself access to his jawline, where you can suck a mark. “Fuck–What about your angel senses, can’t you see people coming–”

“You set me up for a good sleazy line there,” he growls, amused as all hell and dropping a hand between the two of you, thumb swiping over your clit. “Seeing where I have you right now–”

“Don’t you–ungh, don’t you fucking dare–”

“Come for me, ozien.”

That’s what sends you flying–Cas calling you his in the language sacred to him. You come around him, feeling him let himself go on top of you, as well, and the pleasure just keep on giving, giving, giving.

It takes a while to settle down again, to get your breathing together, but you hardly allow yourself to do so before you’re sitting up and looking around. The street is still as empty as it was, the street light behind the car illuminating the scarce part of it. A sigh of relief leaves you, and you turn to Cas, who’s sitting beside you like everything’s A-okay–except for the flushed cheeks, ruffled hair, and a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“What?” you suddenly say, hands busy tucking your shirt into the skirt of the fake FBI suit.

Cas smiles, eyes bright even in the half-light. He reaches to your face, smoothing a lock of hair behind your ear gently. His fingers linger, grazing your cheekbone.

“I love seeing you undone. There’s something so soft about you. Something only I get to see.”

Your paranoid feeling take a backseat as his words reach you, painting a smile on your lips. Leaning forward, you cup his face, anchoring yourself to the angel for a while more. Waiting for the Winchesters can be a true blessing.

[comeh0me-behere]

"Whoever got you crushing on them should feel like a lucky guy." Yeah, he should right? I've turned down so many guys because of the fact that I'm "seeing/talking" to him. So loyal to a guy who has been too busy with work and everything else, lately. Kinda sucks, tbh.

[askthepurpleone]

We used to fuse as Opal a lot...

[spvcepeach]

I FEEL LIKE SHIT RIGHT NOW AND I JUST WANT TO CRY FOR DAYS AND UNEXIST I RELAPSED AND IDK ANYMORE

[gwencognito]

It's good to be back home early from my stint of indentured servitude.  I've missed my life terribly.