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Imagine if reader was mean to castiel not like out right cruel (or maybe they are who knows) and just demeaning him as he does his thing, telling him to smile pretty for the camera, calling him filthy but not even getting near him or touching him and he comes quick from that
does cas even like degradation or is that one of the things he won’t do
And then the day after they apologise for it cuz they don’t know if they went too far with the degrading
Maybe just like cas they have an “alter ego” that they either, don’t want to admit they have or they don’t know they have it.
No need to apologize, the bullying makes him happy!
Degradation? Yes.
Praise? Yes please.
He loves the attention and the feeling, so he’ll go for it all.
There’s very few things that Castiel won’t do and that’s why his brothers watch him like a hawk. Castiel isn’t really Castiel unless he’s inebriated too, so it’s another thing they have to watch out in case he calls out for them or looks to be in an unsafe situation.
hi i love the maximalist style of your blog— it feels so cozy and comfy
Awwww 💐(´ω｀*) ! !
I hope people find my blog comfy, I care a lot about the blogs that read and interact with my work because that’s like, irl people who like my stuffs!! So cool!! I don’t think I talk about my love for pastel scene and cutecore enough so I had no idea I’d come off as maximalist…
It really does mean a lot though (I get giggly when I look at my inbox) thank you so much!
I JUST GOT AN IDEA! I love your himbo!cas AU and I was wondering if I could request this idea?
I was thinking, like, what if Jimmy’s dad decided to encourage him to get together with some young woman around Jimmy’s age from his home town’s church? And maybe the reader was raised to be a good, Christian girl and was sent to finishing school since I’m assuming she’s probably around Jimmy’s economic demographic if his dad wants them together. But it turns out that she’s just as much of a freak as cas is and their relationship, unbeknownst to their families, is open as can be at night (maybe reader is more of a voyerist than a do-er)
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⛪︎Jimmy Novak x Nice Girl!Reader | Plot, mention of religion/praying, smoking, voyeurism (reader), Jimmy has fantasies
Summary: Jimmy comes home to meet a girl from his church. How bad can it be if she walks in on him playing with himself?
Note: If the service scene sounds more Catholic than Christian it’s because I was raised Catholic lmao. I consider this a bit ooc for Himbo!Cas / Jimmy but who cares!
Thank you all for the recent support, I love reading the stuff in my inbox so don’t be afraid to say hi :3
Part of moving out was to get rid of the confines that came with Chuck’s dedication to his faith. While Jimmy himself has never actually abandoned his faith in the pursuit of a higher education, it’s definitely taken a step to the left to make way for other things.
What wasn’t supposed to happen was for him to receive a call from Chuck asking to meet a girl back at home.
“She can be good for you, Jimmy. You’re both going after the same degree, she’s been at the church as long as you. You— you just need to meet her.”
As much as he doesn’t want to, Jimmy makes his way back home for the holidays in time for Sunday service. The state of the church reflects the people there: wealthy. Church bells chime at 8am and the masses rise in tandem with the sound. Jimmy’s in his best suit and tie, topped off with his trench coat to atone for the chill that accompanies the stone building. With his hair is styled and face clean shaven, he looks fresh. Clean. Put together.
Like a good little servant.
The morning ends with a reservation for breakfast at the tea house down the way. Jimmy stands around shyly, looking for a seat where he won’t have to speak to anyone— maybe a table with chatty old folk or a group that’s already well established.
He takes a seat at the first empty table he sees and throws his coat over the back of the chair, head down to look at the lightbulb reflecting off the plate. Then he feels a tap to his shoulder.
“Um, Jimmy?” You say gently. It’s hard to tell if he’s scared or in a bad mood.
He lifts his head. Jimmy’s nose is pink from the cold and he looks much more handsome in person.
“Hello.”
“Chuck sent me over here…he says we should meet?”
“Oh. You know my daddy?”
“Yessir.”
“I’m sorry.”
You giggle. “He’s a smart man, at least on paper. He wrote a letter to me about you.”
You sit beside Jimmy and pick up a menu. The table fills with random churchgoers and the soft chattering does something to ease the awkwardness of your first encounter. Jimmy doesn’t know what to say…you are pretty, and you seem smart, but the lifestyle that he lives would probably send you into a coma.
“He says we’re getting the same degree.” You add. “Religious studies. Chuck suggested I go back with you to take a tour of your campus. I’m looking to get my master’s too, and he says you put a lot of thought into where you wanted to study.”
Jimmy nods and gives you a shy smile.
He orders a pb&j, a tea, and a ginger ale. The food isn’t going to be the cheap grocery store quality he enjoys, but it does the trick. You order your own sandwiches and tea and Jimmy starts getting curious about what Chuck’s been saying about him. He straightens his posture and leans in towards you.
“Is that all he says about me?” Jimmy asks. When the tea arrives he drinks it with a splash of milk, stirring four times and tapping the spoon to the lip of the cup delicately. Going to fancy restaurants and keeping up appearances at home isn’t something he missed.
“He says you call sometimes, and that he’s surprised you showed up.”
Jimmy sighs. You seem so good-natured, it hurts knowing you’ve been tricked to think well of him. The sandwiches arrive soon after: dainty, finger sized things with the crusts cut off, served on cute ceramic plates and guaranteed to make you leave hungrier than when you arrived.
“I don’t think a campus tour would suit your tastes.” He replies honestly. “The culture is different from here.”
“You talk about it like I’ve never been let outside before.” You scoff.
“Some families are like that. Then you have to run away to discover what you enjoy, all on your own.” God knows Jimmy did, but he’s not sure of God approves.
“Mine isn’t like that.” You look Jimmy up and down. “I know what I like.”
Both of you stop to pray before eating.
Chuck’s mansion is decorated head to toe in gaudy decorations and religious decor like the words ‘church’ and ‘Tuscan’ were the only two descriptors he gave the interior designers. Jimmy is forced to stay at Chuck’s to ‘catch up with the community’— funny when Chuck hardly interacts with the community outside of the church— but Jimmy’s since retired to his room where his personal bathroom is connected.
The look that you gave him…there’s only a few others places he’s seen that look, and none of them were given while he was sober. Jimmy strips down to his pants and undoes his belt. Staring into the brass bathroom mirror, he splashes water on his face to get rid of the guilt.
He shouldn’t be thinking about people like that. A day without someone treating him like meat and he’s already aching for someone to grab him and do whatever they want until he’s purple all over. It only makes itself worse knowing his thoughts wander to a girl he’s just met.
He can’t help that it’s what he wants.
A smoke will get him in the mood for a distraction. He pops open the bathroom window, sits on the toilet, and takes in the mediocre taste of something pre-rolled. His frat brothers would’ve helped him out if they were here— a group to hold him down and coo in false sympathy while he’s whining for a hand on his cock.
Joint in his right hand, his left starts to rub the ache out. He feels light headed and happy, more like himself and less like Jimmy Novak. He lets the joint sit between his lips while he builds a steady rhythm rocking his hips against his palm. He whines, spreading his quivering legs in between deep breaths and long pumps like a desperate animal. He wants to go back to school.
“Unh…ah….shit….” It hurts to rub himself while dry, but it’s the only good pain he’s going to get until the holiday’s over. His head hangs loose on his neck and the smoke starts tangling in his hair. Jimmy’s never considered himself the sexually frustrated type, but he’s also never been away long enough to really know until now. When it hurts too much to keep rubbing dry he spits on his palm and keeps going.
What if Jimmy did take you on a campus tour? Do what Daddy wants from him by leading you around the nice parts of campus, take you to the cafe (for food worth actually worth eating), and introduce you to his brothers at Delta Psi-O. You wouldn’t have to know what he does at night, and Chuck might get off his case about coming back home to meet potential partners.
His eyebrows scrunch up and he squeezes his eyes shut. Blood rushes straight through his body at the thought.
He’s good. He’s so so good. He does what people ask of him and he’s so good for it.
It’s what people tell him at school at least.
The throbbing in his hand only grows when the joint in his mouth is gone. Fond memories flood back and he misses his real home. He misses Balthazar, he misses Gabriel, he misses the strangers that don’t mind when he’s gross, he misses—
“Jimmy?”—
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You push the door open and see Jimmy sitting on the toilet lid shirtless. His pants are on but the zipper is wide open, doing nothing to cover up the mess he just made in his hands. His eyes blow wide and he looks around in confusion like a helpless animal. He can barely choke out a sentence:
“Y-you’re not supposed to be here.”
Why aren’t you going away? Why are you just standing there? The whole room reeks and he looks like he’s just run a marathon.
You swallow the gob of spit that forms in your throat, heat flushing your cheeks and ears.
“Jimmy?”
Jimmy whimpers a bit. At this point people would be calling him Castiel and ripping off the rest of his clothes. “Y-yeah?”
You wave the smell of smoke away from your nose to no avail. Chuck was right when he wrote about Jimmy being suitable as a partner— but he probably wasn’t thinking about this side of it. Jimmy’s sweating bullets knowing at any moment she could run downstairs and tell the whole world that he’s a disgusting pervert. He wipes at the snot and sweat on his upper lip waiting for an answer.
“Can I help?”
Jimmy’s whole body convulses in shock. He’d cum again if he wasn’t putting all his energy into holding himself back. You shut the door and sit on the lip of the bathtub in front of the toilet, watching his poor attempt at saving face. When Jimmy can finally calm down, he sits still like he’s waiting for a command.
“Help…?” He wines through gritted teeth. He can’t bear to look at you.
“I’m not touching you if that’s what you’re asking.” You laugh at the sight of him squirming. “Not there at least. I’m helping myself to a piece of you.”
All you do is watch. Make him sit in the uncomfortable quiet of his own soft panting, sweat and snot dripping onto the tile floor. He’d cum when you caught him in the act and you don’t feel inspired enough to let him finish twice.
Jimmy bites his tongue before he can tell you he thinks this is hot.
“I need to have a shower.” Jimmy finally spouts. “If you’re not going to do anything, I’d like to do that.”
You do think about it.
“Okay.” You get up, not without taking another long look at him. “When are you going back to school, Jimmy?”
“Um…tomorrow. Night.”
Your face softens. “Can you let me know if you change your mind about the campus tour? I know I don’t need your permission, but it would be nice for someone to give me a thorough overview of the whole place. And teach me about the culture, of course.”
You talk as if the position he’s in is something normal. Jimmy only nods and thanks you when you give him a towel.
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🖇 "my era has finished, but
yours is just getting started!
i know you don't like the cameras,
but do it for me..?"
VS "i love you so so so much, honey, i don't know what I did to deserve you, I don't even know how I raised you this right-"
❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 ! reader
❨ the deep m.list◝ 7teen. hero trainee. brunette mermaid ﹫au
🖇 "I am YOUR FATHER, and
you will listen TO ME!
If you EVER pull one of
those 'Im more morally
correct than you' stunts again
I'm throwing you into the sea
WITH CEMENT SHOES!"
VS "sweetheart- sweetie- you know I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. I will kill myself if you leave me, I swear I will. Try me. You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life."
@jamesdeanbby here’s some from artfight and insta<3
the first two are from my awesome mutuals @/sirpompet (who is also making a Malchemical’s daughter oc) @/arlin-mp3 and the third is by @/starlightsangel on TikTok
There’s lore in the form of xReader fics rotting on the bottom of my masterlist lmao
🖇 "my era has finished, but
yours is just getting started!
i know you don't like the cameras,
but do it for me..?"
VS "i love you so so so much, honey, i don't know what I did to deserve you, I don't even know how I raised you this right-"
❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 ! reader
❨ the deep m.list◝ 7teen. hero trainee. brunette mermaid ﹫au
🖇 "I am YOUR FATHER, and
you will listen TO ME!
If you EVER pull one of
those 'Im more morally
correct than you' stunts again
I'm throwing you into the sea
WITH CEMENT SHOES!"
VS "sweetheart- sweetie- you know I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. I will kill myself if you leave me, I swear I will. Try me. You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life."
@jamesdeanbby here’s some from artfight and insta<3
the first two are from my awesome mutuals @/sirpompet (who is also making a Malchemical’s daughter oc) @/arlin-mp3 and the third is by @/starlightsangel on TikTok
There’s lore in the form of xReader fics rotting on the bottom of my masterlist lmao
🖇 "my era has finished, but
yours is just getting started!
i know you don't like the cameras,
but do it for me..?"
VS "i love you so so so much, honey, i don't know what I did to deserve you, I don't even know how I raised you this right-"
❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 ! reader
❨ the deep m.list◝ 7teen. hero trainee. brunette mermaid ﹫au
🖇 "I am YOUR FATHER, and
you will listen TO ME!
If you EVER pull one of
those 'Im more morally
correct than you' stunts again
I'm throwing you into the sea
WITH CEMENT SHOES!"
VS "sweetheart- sweetie- you know I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. I will kill myself if you leave me, I swear I will. Try me. You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life."
I JUST GOT AN IDEA! I love your himbo!cas AU and I was wondering if I could request this idea?
I was thinking, like, what if Jimmy’s dad decided to encourage him to get together with some young woman around Jimmy’s age from his home town’s church? And maybe the reader was raised to be a good, Christian girl and was sent to finishing school since I’m assuming she’s probably around Jimmy’s economic demographic if his dad wants them together. But it turns out that she’s just as much of a freak as cas is and their relationship, unbeknownst to their families, is open as can be at night (maybe reader is more of a voyerist than a do-er)
Nice Girls ΔΨΟ~🪽
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[Series Menu ΔΨΟ]
⛪︎Jimmy Novak x Nice Girl!Reader | Plot, mention of religion/praying, smoking, voyeurism (reader), Jimmy has fantasies
Summary: Jimmy comes home to meet a girl from his church. How bad can it be if she walks in on him playing with himself?
Note: If the service scene sounds more Catholic than Christian it’s because I was raised Catholic lmao. I consider this a bit ooc for Himbo!Cas / Jimmy but who cares!
Thank you all for the recent support, I love reading the stuff in my inbox so don’t be afraid to say hi :3
Part of moving out was to get rid of the confines that came with Chuck’s dedication to his faith. While Jimmy himself has never actually abandoned his faith in the pursuit of a higher education, it’s definitely taken a step to the left to make way for other things.
What wasn’t supposed to happen was for him to receive a call from Chuck asking to meet a girl back at home.
“She can be good for you, Jimmy. You’re both going after the same degree, she’s been at the church as long as you. You— you just need to meet her.”
As much as he doesn’t want to, Jimmy makes his way back home for the holidays in time for Sunday service. The state of the church reflects the people there: wealthy. Church bells chime at 8am and the masses rise in tandem with the sound. Jimmy’s in his best suit and tie, topped off with his trench coat to atone for the chill that accompanies the stone building. With his hair is styled and face clean shaven, he looks fresh. Clean. Put together.
Like a good little servant.
The morning ends with a reservation for breakfast at the tea house down the way. Jimmy stands around shyly, looking for a seat where he won’t have to speak to anyone— maybe a table with chatty old folk or a group that’s already well established.
He takes a seat at the first empty table he sees and throws his coat over the back of the chair, head down to look at the lightbulb reflecting off the plate. Then he feels a tap to his shoulder.
“Um, Jimmy?” You say gently. It’s hard to tell if he’s scared or in a bad mood.
He lifts his head. Jimmy’s nose is pink from the cold and he looks much more handsome in person.
“Hello.”
“Chuck sent me over here…he says we should meet?”
“Oh. You know my daddy?”
“Yessir.”
“I’m sorry.”
You giggle. “He’s a smart man, at least on paper. He wrote a letter to me about you.”
You sit beside Jimmy and pick up a menu. The table fills with random churchgoers and the soft chattering does something to ease the awkwardness of your first encounter. Jimmy doesn’t know what to say…you are pretty, and you seem smart, but the lifestyle that he lives would probably send you into a coma.
“He says we’re getting the same degree.” You add. “Religious studies. Chuck suggested I go back with you to take a tour of your campus. I’m looking to get my master’s too, and he says you put a lot of thought into where you wanted to study.”
Jimmy nods and gives you a shy smile.
He orders a pb&j, a tea, and a ginger ale. The food isn’t going to be the cheap grocery store quality he enjoys, but it does the trick. You order your own sandwiches and tea and Jimmy starts getting curious about what Chuck’s been saying about him. He straightens his posture and leans in towards you.
“Is that all he says about me?” Jimmy asks. When the tea arrives he drinks it with a splash of milk, stirring four times and tapping the spoon to the lip of the cup delicately. Going to fancy restaurants and keeping up appearances at home isn’t something he missed.
“He says you call sometimes, and that he’s surprised you showed up.”
Jimmy sighs. You seem so good-natured, it hurts knowing you’ve been tricked to think well of him. The sandwiches arrive soon after: dainty, finger sized things with the crusts cut off, served on cute ceramic plates and guaranteed to make you leave hungrier than when you arrived.
“I don’t think a campus tour would suit your tastes.” He replies honestly. “The culture is different from here.”
“You talk about it like I’ve never been let outside before.” You scoff.
“Some families are like that. Then you have to run away to discover what you enjoy, all on your own.” God knows Jimmy did, but he’s not sure of God approves.
“Mine isn’t like that.” You look Jimmy up and down. “I know what I like.”
Both of you stop to pray before eating.
Chuck’s mansion is decorated head to toe in gaudy decorations and religious decor like the words ‘church’ and ‘Tuscan’ were the only two descriptors he gave the interior designers. Jimmy is forced to stay at Chuck’s to ‘catch up with the community’— funny when Chuck hardly interacts with the community outside of the church— but Jimmy’s since retired to his room where his personal bathroom is connected.
The look that you gave him…there’s only a few others places he’s seen that look, and none of them were given while he was sober. Jimmy strips down to his pants and undoes his belt. Staring into the brass bathroom mirror, he splashes water on his face to get rid of the guilt.
He shouldn’t be thinking about people like that. A day without someone treating him like meat and he’s already aching for someone to grab him and do whatever they want until he’s purple all over. It only makes itself worse knowing his thoughts wander to a girl he’s just met.
He can’t help that it’s what he wants.
A smoke will get him in the mood for a distraction. He pops open the bathroom window, sits on the toilet, and takes in the mediocre taste of something pre-rolled. His frat brothers would’ve helped him out if they were here— a group to hold him down and coo in false sympathy while he’s whining for a hand on his cock.
Joint in his right hand, his left starts to rub the ache out. He feels light headed and happy, more like himself and less like Jimmy Novak. He lets the joint sit between his lips while he builds a steady rhythm rocking his hips against his palm. He whines, spreading his quivering legs in between deep breaths and long pumps like a desperate animal. He wants to go back to school.
“Unh…ah….shit….” It hurts to rub himself while dry, but it’s the only good pain he’s going to get until the holiday’s over. His head hangs loose on his neck and the smoke starts tangling in his hair. Jimmy’s never considered himself the sexually frustrated type, but he’s also never been away long enough to really know until now. When it hurts too much to keep rubbing dry he spits on his palm and keeps going.
What if Jimmy did take you on a campus tour? Do what Daddy wants from him by leading you around the nice parts of campus, take you to the cafe (for food worth actually worth eating), and introduce you to his brothers at Delta Psi-O. You wouldn’t have to know what he does at night, and Chuck might get off his case about coming back home to meet potential partners.
His eyebrows scrunch up and he squeezes his eyes shut. Blood rushes straight through his body at the thought.
He’s good. He’s so so good. He does what people ask of him and he’s so good for it.
It’s what people tell him at school at least.
The throbbing in his hand only grows when the joint in his mouth is gone. Fond memories flood back and he misses his real home. He misses Balthazar, he misses Gabriel, he misses the strangers that don’t mind when he’s gross, he misses—
“Jimmy?”—
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You push the door open and see Jimmy sitting on the toilet lid shirtless. His pants are on but the zipper is wide open, doing nothing to cover up the mess he just made in his hands. His eyes blow wide and he looks around in confusion like a helpless animal. He can barely choke out a sentence:
“Y-you’re not supposed to be here.”
Why aren’t you going away? Why are you just standing there? The whole room reeks and he looks like he’s just run a marathon.
You swallow the gob of spit that forms in your throat, heat flushing your cheeks and ears.
“Jimmy?”
Jimmy whimpers a bit. At this point people would be calling him Castiel and ripping off the rest of his clothes. “Y-yeah?”
You wave the smell of smoke away from your nose to no avail. Chuck was right when he wrote about Jimmy being suitable as a partner— but he probably wasn’t thinking about this side of it. Jimmy’s sweating bullets knowing at any moment she could run downstairs and tell the whole world that he’s a disgusting pervert. He wipes at the snot and sweat on his upper lip waiting for an answer.
“Can I help?”
Jimmy’s whole body convulses in shock. He’d cum again if he wasn’t putting all his energy into holding himself back. You shut the door and sit on the lip of the bathtub in front of the toilet, watching his poor attempt at saving face. When Jimmy can finally calm down, he sits still like he’s waiting for a command.
“Help…?” He wines through gritted teeth. He can’t bear to look at you.
“I’m not touching you if that’s what you’re asking.” You laugh at the sight of him squirming. “Not there at least. I’m helping myself to a piece of you.”
All you do is watch. Make him sit in the uncomfortable quiet of his own soft panting, sweat and snot dripping onto the tile floor. He’d cum when you caught him in the act and you don’t feel inspired enough to let him finish twice.
Jimmy bites his tongue before he can tell you he thinks this is hot.
“I need to have a shower.” Jimmy finally spouts. “If you’re not going to do anything, I’d like to do that.”
You do think about it.
“Okay.” You get up, not without taking another long look at him. “When are you going back to school, Jimmy?”
“Um…tomorrow. Night.”
Your face softens. “Can you let me know if you change your mind about the campus tour? I know I don’t need your permission, but it would be nice for someone to give me a thorough overview of the whole place. And teach me about the culture, of course.”
You talk as if the position he’s in is something normal. Jimmy only nods and thanks you when you give him a towel.
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how would you describe the dynamic between frat boy! Cas and the rest of the frat?
I took a lot of inspiration from the dynamics you see in the early Jackass movies!!
Very hazing-heavy and irresponsible but still caring for one another, similar to what you see perpetuated in the movies!
(I’m getting through some requests rn and it’ll really let me lay that dynamic out. But in the meantime, keep sending the yummy asks…I’ve been loving them so much.. more pls….)
I read your himbo!cas x nerd reader early and it was so freaking awesome!!
I was thinking about it just now and thought up, like, what if the reader started bringing ginger ale to their study sessions if they did some in the mornings. Jimmy tries to turn it down at least once to be a gentleman, but he does appreciate it and it starts to become a thing even if they don’t mention it
(This isn’t a request, please don’t feel pressured to write anything for it! Ik you requests are closed! I just wanted to share what’d been swirling around my head since reading your awesome fic)
This is so cute!! I could totally see that happening<3
And my asks are always open for chats/headcannons/reqs! I’m definitely going to write some fluff about this in the future, this ask is so in-character for Jimmy 🤍
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