Mainly Destiel but some Sabriel as well :D Have fun reading! I'm not going to write more oneshots or finish my drafts so there'll be no more chapters. I'm not in the fandom anymore so I'm not really motivated to write, sorry not sorry (:

And here are some Destiel and Cockles one shots. Some fluffy. Some mpreg. Some smutty. ⚠️ Warning for: Smut Homophobic language Swearing Dirty jokes Assault ⚠️ Refusing to talk about season 15 Not intended to insult anyone Sorry if it dose

Vitya was big, and Vitya was an omega. Unlike his twink of a little brother, Vitya was built and tall, at a height of 6'3. He couldn't be loved for his size; his family made sure to remind him of that everyday. All Vitya wanted was pups, he wanted a big alpha to coddle and love him and let him feel soft, to fill him with pups and provide for the family, but he wouldn't ever find that.... or would he? Dimitri was the spitting image of an alpha- tall, strong, and oozing dominance. At a height of 6'6, no doubt omegas would flock to him, but every little body in his hands feels so fragile.. as though he would break it. He wants someone big, someone strong and able to handle his ruts and bear pups, but not many were up for that... except Vitya. THIS CONTAINS TRADITIONAL HOUSEWIFE ROLES FOR OMEGAS, IT MOVES VERY VERY FAST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. VITYA IS INTERSEX- HE HAS A PUSSY.

Kaleb has recently turned nineteen still anticipating the arrival of his mate. Much to his surprise the omega happens upon a giant sleeping male tiger in the woods. Zev, a twenty four year old marauding tiger was enjoying his life of solitude until a certain adorable omega stumbles into his perfect life of leisure.

"I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed." Every man Ángel Di Cristina fucks ends up dead. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle Giordano Lucchese, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn't send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he's claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. Ángel should be hunting him. He's an FBI agent, he needed to protect the law, not surrender to the monster who haunts his nights. But Castle doesn't play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn't just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

Smut, smut, smut, and guess what more smut

"I already told you, GET LOST! You're good at doing that, aren't you!?" "Why are you in such a bad mood lately?" A conservative Cook has to take on the stress of reliving himself from his own sexual desires when an unexpected heat wave causes his blood pressure to rise, and awaken these suggestive thoughts within him during the Summer.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦. 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠.𝑐𝑜𝑚 ❃❃𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒❃❃ •𝙰𝚐𝚎-𝚐𝚊𝚙 •𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 •𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢×𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 •𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 •𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 •𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 •𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗

Sci-fi nut, blonde bombshell, and severely no filter Brooke is ready for a fresh start. Done are the days of trashy boyfriends, who couldn't find the right spot if there were fluorescent signs pointing to it, and deadbeat mega mooches. Not to mention, the one night stands that leave you having to take a mental inventory of exactly what you've brought with you, when you're trying to make a speedy exit. That is until she meets Deacon. The mountain of a man she wouldn't mind trekking up to reach the top. He's the right kind of charming, the perfect amount of flirt, and the first guy who hasn't looked stumped when she opens her mouth to sass. In fact he's lightning quick on the sass himself. There's just one problem.. He doesn't date. In fact, Deacon's specialty is the one night of hot, sweaty fun. Something which Brooke is avoiding like the damn plague. However, when the conversations flow on, the insane attraction grows stronger, and the time spent together gets more heated, will they be able to resist the obvious pull they have towards each other forever?... Or does the man who never dates, have a reason for it that might tear them apart over and over...

❦ "𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. ❦ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐚," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬. "𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. ❦ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. "𝐂𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨," 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢," 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲. "𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨.