Collab between me and @thethespacecoyote for the bl summer bingo! Prompts: booty shorts and car wash. Art above is mine, awesome fic below is theirs. 

Jack was pissed off.

It was a nice day out—the sun was shining, the sky was bright blue and splotched with only a couple of clouds, the leaves in the trees outside his mansion were rustling softly in the breeze—and Jack had wanted little more than to take his favorite flashy sports car out for a spin with his boyfriend sitting pretty in the freshly re-upholstered passenger’s seat. There wasn’t much sexier than Rhys in his cute little V-neck and sunglasses, the wind ruffling through his glinting auburn hair.

Which is why Jack was so pissed off that he couldn’t find either Rhys or his damn keys.

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Bluster, Fluster, and Fuck

Rated: T
Category: M/M
Warnings: None
Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Summary: Sam, like most people, has a good conscience and a bad conscience. They’re an awfully talkative pair, and they like to make it clear that they hate each other. A lot. Which is why they keep undressing each other with their eyes. Yeah…
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He was two years old when they first appeared.

“Wow, okay, your mom is being a bitch.”

“Dean, you shouldn’t swear in front of a baby, especially in regard of his mother. It could damage his respect for women.”

“Yeah, well respect goes two ways, Cas, and she won’t let us have a cookie.”

“We’ve already had two, Dean. I think that’s more than enough.”

“You’d like to make us believe that, wouldn’t you?” Dean sneered, then addressed Sam directly.

“What are you going to do, junior? Just sit there and let her walk all over you, or remind her who runs the show around here?”

Sam screwed up his face and threw his sippy cup down from his highchair. “Cookie, bitch!” he screamed.

“Atta boy!” Dean laughed, exultant, as Castiel glared at the both of them disapprovingly.

Mary later had a lengthy discussion with John on how his language was a bad influence on their son.

They hated each other by the time he was four.

“Sam,” Castiel said carefully, like he was talking down someone with a loaded pistol, “put down the Sharpie. You don’t have to do this.”

“He kinda does,” Dean interjected from his post on Sam’s left shoulder. “Look at this thing. It’s a gold Sharpie. Fucking sparkles and everything. It’d look great on this white wall. Give it a nice splash of color.”

“Dean, you are leading this child astray! It will not end here. He’ll start with defacing the walls of his home with Sharpie and end with fines for property damage via graffiti!”

Dean scoffed. “Graffiti’s an art form, you ignorant, uncultured ass. I’m encouraging him to have a free, creative spirit.”

“You know very well what you’re doing, hellspawn!” Castiel returned his attention to Sam. “Please, innocent child, do not tread down this path of crime. Dean is about as virtuous as gunk scraped off the inside of a public urinal.”

“What a drama queen,” Dean jeered. “At least I replace the toilet paper roll when it’s empty!”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “Please, you’re the one who keeps skipping dish duty.” He folded his arms resolutely. “And you always yell at me when I replace the toilet paper anyway.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you put it in wrong!”

“There’s no such thing as putting in toilet paper wrong,” Castiel shot back.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah there is,” Dean argued. “It’s called letting the sheets droop barbarically over the front of the roll instead of hang underneath it. It’s fucking disgusting!”

“Now who’s being the drama queen, drama queen?”

Dean spat at Castiel, and Castiel spat back. Sam sucked on the plastic end of the Sharpie and took a nap.

Sam got a sense that there was something amiss in their feudal relationship when he was ten.

“Oh ho ho!” Dean crowed. “A scooter lying vulnerable and companionless in your front yard! Sitting right there for the taking on a crisp, grassy platter.”

“Dean—,” Cas started warningly.

“What?” Dean defended. “Sam’s always talking about how much he wants a scooter, this one obviously doesn’t matter that much to the kid it belongs to, and it’d sure save Sammy’s parents some bucks. That’s a win, win, win, in my book.”

“It’s stealing,” Castiel stated bluntly.

“And this is criminal negligence,” Dean said, gesturing in an offended manner toward the prone scooter. “Someone could trip over this thing and die.”

Castiel gave him a skeptical look. “Unlikely.”

Dean snapped his fingers. “Well, you know what this definitely is?” he continued with a smug expression on his face. “It’s definitely a violation of the neighborhood’s HOA agreement. Looks like we’ll just have to confiscate this chrome-handlebar two-wheeled badboy out of simple legal obligation.”

“Sam is not an authority here,” Castiel reminded the demon. “He has no place enforcing or governing laws of any kind.”

“You know, I’m getting sick of your negative attitude, angel boy.”

“You know what I’m getting sick of?” Castiel retorted heatedly. “You constantly undermining me! I’m trying to guide this child toward a content and righteous life, and you keep nullifying all my efforts by making petty sins seem clever, fun, cool, or even justified! So why don’t you just shut up, assmunch, and let me do my job.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault your job is such a goddamn snorefest, dickwad! Maybe you should make sure you’re not an unappealing loser before blaming me for your failing career! I suppose it’s also my fault your stupid trench coat got lost at the dry cleaner’s yesterday and the supermarket stopped carrying that knock-off brand of Cocoa Puffs you liked.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, putz.”


“Demonic whore.”

“Angelic fuckboy.”

“Excuse me??”

“You heard what I said! Fuckboy!”

“Say that again and I’ll rip that insolent tongue out of your foul mouth!”

“Rip out my tongue and I’ll take out your eyes, pretty boy!”

“I’ll break your fingers, slime!”

“I’ll chop off your toes, ass-kisser!”

“I’ll bite those damn princess lips till they’re swollen and raw!”

“I’ll run my hands through that fucking sex hair till your scalp burns with the touch of a thousand suns!”

They lapsed into a flushed silence broken only by heavy panting and a disturbing amount of eyeing each other up.

“I’m going to spend the night at Gabriel’s,” Castiel announced after a moment, sounding a bit flustered.

“Good riddance,” Dean swallowed.

“I might not be back for a few days. Maybe a couple weeks.”

“Don’t come back for a hundred years. See if I care.”

“I don’t expect you to,” Castiel said a bit defensively and vanished.

“Damn,” Dean muttered breathlessly and was gone.

Sam didn’t see them again for a month.

Things got a bit steamy when he was seventeen.

“Dude, if your dad finds out you scratched his car, he’s going to be so pissed. I’m not even sure what he would do.”

“Don’t frighten him, Dean,” Castiel scolded. “It’ll be all right,” he assured Sam. “Just get it over with and tell him.”

“Maybe he’ll disown you. I don’t know, seems like kinda light punishment.”

“Honesty triumphs in the long scheme of things. Your dad may be angry at first, but he’ll later be grateful you were open with him, you will be too.

Dean laughed callously. "Self-preservation is a basic instinct for a reason. Why have him be angry at you at all when you can just tell him that it must’ve happened in the parking lot outside the mall? It’s not like he can follow-up on that and call you out on lying. Best of all, you won’t be grounded for two months. Or worse,” he added with a shrug.

“Dishonesty is a parasite. You’re better off without it,” Castiel persisted.

Dean gave him an exasperated look. “Can’t you see it’s in the boy’s better interest to keep his ass off the line? He feels guilty enough, why have that compounded by his dad treating him like shit over a mistake?”

“I can’t encourage the boy to lie like a sewer rat amongst men,” Castiel rejoined.

“Someone needs to teach you that things aren’t as black-and-white as you paint them to be, angel boy,” the demon remarked, almost suggestively.

Castiel ravaged his adversary with his striking blue eyes. “Really? How would they manage that?”

They were perched tensely on either side of Sam, like predatory animals. Dean’s features reworked themselves into a soft, sly little smirk. “How else to teach an angel to lie than to taint him to his very core?”

“All right,” Sam shouted, waving his hands through them. They warped into fluffy clouds of dust on contact. “That’s enough of that.”

It was in his college years that things really escalated.

Sam woke up inside a stranger’s demolished house, his hangover serving as the only clue to why he was here and why here looked like it had been trashed by a vindictive train.

He raised a hand to block out the sunlight streaming through the curtains, and slowly became aware that someone was grunting and moaning in his ear. He turned with a kind of sluggish urgency and was alarmed to see his consciences attempting to disrobe each other as they viciously made-out beside him.

“Guys!” he said. “Guys, stop it!” When they continued to go at it like horny snails, he picked a broken barrette out of the carpet and threw it at them, which succeeded in interrupting their little engagement.

“Hey assbutt, we’re just trying to get a some action here, no need to throw things at us,” Castiel protested.

“What is wrong with you,” Sam reprimanded them. “Right in my ear?? Do you think I want to tune into the Fucking Channel?”

Dean shrugged. “Don’t see why not. We do it like gods.”

Castiel frowned. “I see our relationship as more than free-access porn for Sam.”

“Oh it is, babe,” Dean breathed. “It’s so much more.” They began sucking at each other’s faces again, oblivious to the world.

“I’m leaving,” Sam said, getting up. They didn’t notice.

Presumably, the whole point of having consciences was getting the opportunity to choose between two sides; one nefarious and one righteous, so it was unimaginably frustrating to be left without any moral guidance at all just because your consciences happened to be fucking.

“Hey, Castiel,” Sam said, pointing to an umbrella lying on someone’s porch. “I was thinking about maybe stealing that umbrella over there.”

“Hm?” Castiel hummed, cupping Dean’s face in one hand and stroking the stubble along the demon’s jawline. “What? Oh, sure. Yeah, go ahead.”

Sam pursed his lips and sidestepped toward the stairs to the porch. “Here I go,” he warned. “Stealing this umbrella.”

“Have fun,” Castiel murmured distractedly.

Sam huffed and looked for something else he could use to try and rile them. He spotted a cat settled contentedly on the branch of a nearby tree.

“Look, Dean,” he started as he crossed the road to stand beneath the tree. “There’s a cat up there. Think I should save it and try to find its owners?”

“Huh?” Dean slurred as he twirled his fingers through Castiel’s downy black hair. “I don’t know, Sam. Seems like a fine idea to me.”

“Really?” Sam said, unconvinced. “You really want me to be a good samaritan?”

“Whatever floats your boat, man,” Dean breathed, completely enraptured with the angel staring into his eyes.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “The demon and the angel on my shoulders are hopelessly in love,” he affirmed, “and it sucks.”

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Originally posted by spn-spam

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2344

Summary:  Dean watches the reader flirt at the bar and jealousy gets the better of him.

Warnings: Jealous!Dean, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism, Sex in a public space, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics,

A/N:  This is the first of a two part miniseries: Jealousy and Acceptance.  I’ve been wanting to explore the concept of jealousy and trust in a series.  It seems like it’s a troupe that’s often used romantically, but I wanted to write it in a more subversive light.  This is a weird one. Special thanks for @deals-with-demons, for being my beta. 

Dean glared at her from across the room, taking another drink from his glass.  She was at the bar, leaning up against a stranger and laughing.  It was the laughter that had Dean bothered.

The stranger crooked his finger, urging her to come closer.  She leaned in, her chest dipping low to bring her head closer to him.  He whispered something in her ear that sent her biting her lip and blushing.

Dean flinched, his demeanor darkening.

Why shouldn’t she be at the bar, meeting someone new, he reasoned with himself.  He’d kept her locked away in the bunker doing research, out of harm’s way, for ages now.  She’d said she needed fresh air.  And Dean had begrudgingly agreed.  Apparently, what she’d meant was she needed to get laid.

Tall, dark stranger traced the edge of her knee with his finger and she giggled.

The sex, he understood.  But it was the laughter that killed him.  One thing he couldn’t provide, but the other, he could; he could make her laugh.  He was fucking amazing at it.  It was up there on his top 10 best skills.

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A Deal with the Boss

Mafia Boss!T.O.P.
Words: 21.2K
Warnings: Mention of tons of blood, physical abuse, guns, stabbing, gun wounds and a crying Jiyong
9 of TBD [Masterlist of other chapters]

Guess who makes an appearance??? Assassin Taehyung ladies and gentlemen!! If you don’t know about that here is the link and if you do, feel free to read on! Originally the chapter was 13k words… now look at it :’)

Originally posted by houseoftop

I swerved around the cars driving down the streets, ignoring the beeps and the slamming of brakes around me. The only concern I had was to make it to my building and to the conference room as quick as possible. I pulled into the parking lot of the building, my tires screeching and leaving marks on the ground and I slammed the brakes once in my parking spot.

I stayed in my seat, the engine running quietly, my hands softly running over the leather steering wheel, the chrome and red Tesla symbol in the middle. I couldn’t even turn the radio on because every song on the radio reminded me of the way she tried singing along, failing miserably.

A soft knock on my window brought me back to reality, making me turn the car off. I got out, slamming the door closed, right away my secretary keeping up with me as she walked next to me.

“Do you have what I asked for?” I spoke up, seeing her look through her clipboard before pulling out the papers I asked.

“Those are the names and faces of the people working for Park HaJoon. I already sent some men on planes to search the area and are searching for anything out of the ordinary.”

I flipped through the papers, looking at each and every one of their faces, imprinting them in my mind. I got in the elevator, going right up with my secretary pulling out the building blueprints where the gang was located.

“This is the headquarters, but they have regular workers there but the CEO hasn’t been in for a week, the VIP is running the building and he has no idea what’s going on.” I nodded and waved the blueprints off.

“I doubt she’ll be there anyway, I sent men out there to be potential business partners and they found nothing out of the ordinary. Everything in there is running smoothly. Did you send out the dogs?” I asked, the elevator doors opening and we both walked over to the conference room.

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Wild Hogs From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Wild Hogs Wild-hogs-poster-750.jpg Theaterical poster Directed by Walt Becker Produced by Kristin Burr Todd Lieberman Brian Robbins Amy Sayres Sharla Sumpter Michael Tollin Written by Brad Copeland Starring Tim Allen John Travolta Martin Lawrence William H. Macy Ray Liotta Marisa Tomei Music by Teddy Castellucci Cinematography Robbie Greenberg Edited by Christopher Greenbury Production company Touchstone Pictures Tollin/Robbins Productions Distributed by Buena Vista Pictures Release date March 2, 2007 Running time 100 minutes Country United States Language English Budget $60 million Box office $253.6 million[1] Wild Hogs is a 2007 American biker comedy road film directed by Walt Becker and starring Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence and William H. Macy. It was released nationwide in the United States and Canada on March 2, 2007. Contents  [hide] 1 Plot 2 Cast 3 Production 4 Motorcycles 5 Reception 5.1 Critical response 5.2 Box office 5.3 Lawsuit 6 DVD release 7 Cancelled sequel 8 Awards and nominations 9 References 10 External links Plot[edit] Doug Madsen (Tim Allen), Woody Stevens (John Travolta), Bobby Davis (Martin Lawrence), and Dudley Frank (William H. Macy) are four middle-aged suburban men living in a Cincinnati area suburb who find themselves frustrated with the pace of daily life and lack of adventure. Doug is a dentist who has trouble relating to his son Billy (Dominic Janes), Dudley is a single clumsy computer programmer who is afraid to talk to women. Bobby is a henpecked plumber whose wife has made him return to work after having taken a year off to unsuccessfully write a book, and Woody is a rich lawyer married to a supermodel. They find escape from their daily routines on weekends by riding motorcycles together posing as a biker gang called the "Wild Hogs". One day, when Woody finds out his wife is divorcing him and leaving him bankrupt, he and his friends go on a road trip on their bikes to California. After encountering several misadventures, they end up at a local bar, where they meet a much larger biker gang called the Del Fuegos, headed by Jack Blade (Ray Liotta). Jack calls the Wild Hogs "posers" and has his gang take Dudley's bike after a bogus deal to exchange Dudley's bike for a new bike that is in fact old and derelict, forcing the men to leave with Dudley in a sidecar attached to Woody's bike. Outraged at their actions, Woody returns to the Del Fuegos bar and retrieves Dudley's bike, cuts off their bikes' fuel supplies in the process and fabricates a story to the other Wild Hogs of how he "negotiated" with them to return the bike. When the Del Fuegos hear the Wild Hogs riding back past the bar, they attempt to pursue them, only for the bikes to stall. Jack inadvertently drops his lit cigarette onto the ground, igniting the fuel leaking from the bikes which then causes the bar to explode. Woody, after witnessing the explosion from afar, convinces the others to keep riding. Eventually, the Wild Hogs run out of gas and end up in Madrid, New Mexico, where they stumble into a diner and help themselves to water and beer without first paying for the beer. As a result, the townspeople first mistake them for Del Fuegos. When the Wild Hogs explain their actions, they learn that the Del Fuegos have been terrorizing the town frequently, while the local police force are unable to do anything to protect the town. Although Woody is still antsy about the Del Fuegos, the others convince him to stay in the town overnight. During their stay in the town, Dudley falls in love with Maggie (Marisa Tomei), the diner's owner. While out searching for the Wild Hogs, Jack's closest biker members Red & Murdock spot the group and report their location to Jack. Jack tells the pair not to hurt the Wild Hogs until he gets there, leaving them unable to fight back when Bobby spots and confronts the pair by splashing beer and spraying ketchup and mustard on their clothes before finally laying two uppercuts to them. The Wild Hogs are hailed as heroes amongst the town's residents and celebrate well into the night with the townspeople. The next day, Woody persuades the others that they must leave, but their departure is ruined when the Del Fuegos arrive. Jack threatens to attack the town unless the Wild Hogs pay for the damage done to their bar. Woody admits to the Wild Hogs what he really did to get Dudley's bike back as well as the real reason for the trip, upsetting the others. Jack and the rest of the Del Fuegos take over Maggie's diner, but when he threatens to burn it, Dudley confronts them and is captured and tied from a rope against a tree. The others attempt to rescue Dudley but fail. They then decide to fight the Del Fuego gang letting Jack, Red, Murdock and a member trained in martial arts battle the group in a 4 on 4 fight but the Wild Hogs are repeatedly beaten down. The townspeople band together to battle the Del Fuegos, but just as Jack threatens to take on the rest of the town, Damien Blade (Peter Fonda), Jack's father and the founder of the Del Fuegos, arrives and stops the fight. Damien lectures Jack for letting four "posers" hold off an entire biker gang, questioning aloud just which side was the "posers". He also adds that the bar was merely an insurance scam and therefore was glad that the Wild Hogs destroyed it. Damien tells the Del Fuegos to leave town and ride the open road until they remember what riding is really about, mentioning as he leaves that Jack "takes after his mother." He then acknowledges the Wild Hogs by telling them his motto: "Ride hard, or go home." Doug and Bobby's wives arrive, and Doug reconciles with his son. Bobby's wife orders him to return with her, but he refuses and convinces her to let him finish the ride. The Wild Hogs leave and arrive in California, where everyone except for Dudley crashes into a surfboard while he laughs. During the credits, it is revealed that the Wild Hogs called Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to give the Del Fuegos a new bar. The Del Fuegos react in joy at their new bar while the Wild Hogs watch the event on TV. Cast[edit] Tim Allen as Doug Madsen John Travolta as Woody Stevens Martin Lawrence as Bobby Davis William H. Macy as Dudley Frank Ray Liotta as Jack Blade Marisa Tomei as Maggie Kevin Durand as Red M. C. Gainey as Murdock Tichina Arnold as Karen Davis Stephen Tobolowsky as Sheriff Charley Jason Sklar as Deputy Earl Dooble Randy Sklar as Deputy Buck Dooble John C. McGinley as Highway Patrolman Peter Fonda as Damien Blade Production[edit] This section does not cite any sources. Please help improve this section by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. (March 2014) (Learn how and when to remove this template message) Travolta and Macy had previously worked together in the 1998 drama, A Civil Action where they originally came up with the idea for Wild Hogs. Liotta and Durand had previously appeared together in the 2006 action thriller Smokin' Aces. Lawrence and McGinley appeared in the 1997 comedy Nothing to Lose. Lawrence and Arnold had previously worked together on the television series Martin; many fans of the series found their pairing in this film humorous, as well as ironic, as in the series, their characters hated each other, while in the film they were husband and wife.[citation needed] Though the film takes place in various places throughout the U.S., the entire movie was actually filmed in New Mexico (except the beach on the West Coast at the end).[citation needed] The opening scenes that supposedly take place in Cincinnati were actually filmed in and around Albuquerque; the final scenes said to depict Madrid were actually shot there.[citation needed] Motorcycles[edit] Harley-Davidson provided the motorcycles for the making of this film.[citation needed] XL1200C Sportster Custom for Dudley. FXSTS Springer Softail for Bobby. Black Fatboy with a chrome front wheel for Doug. Screamin' Eagle Fatboy for Woody. Many of the motorcycles utilized by the Del Fuego gang were customized choppers. The motorcycle used by Jack featured the logo for Orange County Choppers, run by Paul Teutul, Sr. with design work by Paul Teutul, Jr.. Both Teutuls have cameo appearances at the beginning of the film.[citation needed] Tim Allen, a noted automotive designer and hobbyist, gave input to the design of his motorcycle. Of the bikes used in the film by the four main characters, his is the most customized model.[citation needed] Reception[edit] Critical response[edit] Wild Hogs opened on March 2, 2007 to mostly negative reviews. The film holds an average rating of 3.8/10 on Rotten Tomatoes, with a 14% approval rating based on 141 reviews. The site's consensus says "Wild Hogs is a dreadful combination of fish-out-of-water jokes, slapstick, and lazy stereotypes".[2] Ty Burr of The Boston Globe compared the film's merits to its titular motorcycles, believing it to be "a bumptious weekend ride... the engine could use tuning and the plugs are shot, but it gets you most of the way there." Although writing a negative review, Burr offered praise for the film's final act, believing it "takes a satisfying turn" and that, with the exception of Allen, each of the film's primary cast members "earned his designated chuckle." He also favorably compared the film to RV, another comedy film focusing on a road trip.[3] Box office[edit] Despite negative reviews, the film grossed $39.7 million on its opening weekend, ranking #1 in box office sales and nearly tripling the debut of fellow opener Zodiac.[4] The film performed well throughout its entire run, falling just 30.5% in its second weekend[5] and ultimately grossing $168.2 million domestically and $253.6 million worldwide,[1] becoming Travolta's first film since The General's Daughter in 1999 to gross over $100 million domestically.[citation needed] Lawsuit[edit] In March 2007, the Hells Angels filed suit against Walt Disney Motion Pictures Group alleging that the film used both the name and distinctive logo of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Corporation without permission.[6] That suit resulted in voluntary dismissal.[7] DVD release[edit] Wild Hogs was released on standard DVD and Blu-ray Disc on August 14, 2007.[citation needed] Cancelled sequel[edit] Because of the movie's strong box office performance, Disney announced that a sequel, Wild Hogs 2: Bachelor Ride, would be released in 2010. However, after Disney's next comedy starring John Travolta, Old Dogs (which co-starred Robin Williams) was a box office failure, Disney canceled both Wild Hogs 2: Bachelor Ride and Wedding Banned, a comedy that was to star Williams and Anna Faris.[8] Awards and nominations[edit] People's Choice Awards 2008 Nominated- Favorite Movie Comedy[citation needed] References[edit] ^ Jump up to: a b Jump up ^ "Wild Hogs". Rotten Tomatoes. Retrieved February 22, 2016. Jump up ^ Wild Hogs Movie Review – Wild Hogs Movie Trailer – The Boston Globe Jump up ^ Weekend Box Office Results for March 2–4, 2007 Jump up ^ Wild Hogs (2007) – Weekend Box Office Results Jump up ^ 'Litigation against movie release' (March 8, 2006) and they rule., HAMC vs Walt Disney Jump up ^ 'Hells Angels file suit against Alexander McQueen' (October 27, 2010) [1] Jump up ^ McKittrick, Christopher (2 March 2016). "Why Disney Put the Brakes on 'Wild Hogs 2'". Retrieved 8 May 2017. 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