Nothing to see here
Dean always made him hungry in more ways he thought were possible
this is 100% lauren’s fault bc i saw a post on her blog mentioning cas in a blue thong and dean in pink panties with a heart cut out and then this happened bc i have no self control
cas has a lower back tattoo of wings also bc i have no self control
no faces bc i am objectifying trash lmao bye
Source: sweatersammys
Reverse Big Bang
Take Flight by serie11
Pre Dean/Castiel, Teen and Up
Summary: An overworked public wizard, Dean doesn’t have time for much more than a cold beer and his annoying apprentice when he isn’t investigating the grisly magical deaths that abound in a city as magically potent as Chicago. While most of his work consists of catching the bad guy, they don’t put the hours of research, study, and magical headaches that Dean has to go through in the papers when he does. However, his newest case is something that he doesn’t come across often – an aegyl has died, and the Clan Leader in charge of Novak Flightcentre has asked for public assistance from the Chicago PD. Dean is dropped headfirst into a flurry of aegyl politics, dragons, blood magic, and handsome aegyls, all the while having to deal with his apprentice turning a man’s head into a frog – the Council of Wizards don’t take offences like that lightly.
Yeah. He’s had less complicated weeks on the job, but if there’s one thing that Dean Winchester’s good at, it’s getting to the bottom of mysteries.
Anonymous asked:
What about Dean being insecure abt his body and Cas literally worshipping him as he fingers him and fucks him so gently. And imagine Dean practically sobbing because he's never felt this much love from anyone before And afterwards with the spooning
WHAT ABOUT THAT.
///heavy breathing
i mean what about cas kissing along deans spine as he spreads his fingers over deans tum-tum.
what about dean groaning, half heartedly trying to redirect cas’ hands to his dick, which is RIGHT THERE.
what about cas having none of it, and finding all the soft spots on dean’s body while telling dean how beautiful he is?
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Cas dinged you up pretty good
Man, FINALLY done =_= It was sitting in my unfinished folder for weeks and today I kicked myself in the butt and finished it \o/
Filename is ‘Ties are AWESOME’, but I’ve been referring to it as (among other things) 'cocktease of the lord’ and 'roles reversed’ because I realized I usually draw Cas being more submissive-like while I think they both take turns topping the shit out of each other B)
It looks kinda grainy in the preview, high-res for better quality :/? except that apparently doesn’t get added automatically anymore? Tumblr I am too tired for this B|
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I’ve been seeing all, I’ve been seeing your soul Give me things that I’ve wanted to know Tell me things that you’ve done I’ve been feeling old, I’ve been feeling cold You’re the heat that I know Listen, you are my sun
no | rather not | I dunno | I guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know
if we’re going blasphemy, i’m more of a halokink girl m'self
kinds of sex that cas and dean should have
- frantic. cas holding dean up against a wall with stolen muscles and the power of his own grace, dean gasping into the corded tendons of castiel’s neck. they might never see each other again. this might be the end. they need this, need each other, need to say hello and goodbye all at once.
- laughing. they take forever to find the lube and castiel is grumpy as shit about it; dean bites cas’ nipples until cas squirms under him and pulls him close, accuses him of being far too ridiculous to have stopped multiple apocalypses, and dean says guilty as charged pleased as punch and kisses cas into silence.
- rough. cas’ fingers, long and dexterous, form bruises in the pale and freckled flesh of dean’s hips and thighs. they have wanted each other for so long, and castiel is so taken aback by wanting anything this badly, and everything is more harder faster quicker deeper more more more–
- tender. dean presses their foreheads together and tries to memorize the soft abortive sounds of cas’ breaths punched out from his freshly-human lungs. he’s so determined to make this good for cas, to show him that sex is good, that being human is good. that there’s good to be had and that oh god please, please, he should stay. as long as he wants, maybe forever.
- worshipful. castiel touches dean as if he’s a sought-after relic, lovely and rare and worth centuries of study. dean cups his hands around castiel’s face like he’s praying, whispers his name, castiel castiel castiel so many times that the lingering tendrils of castiel’s grace shudder in response. each thinks the other the holiest thing in existence and each is determined to prove it.
In which angelic blowjobs are given in a heavily warded bathroom stall while the artist contemplates texture…
I have no idea what happened.
i went through so much fucking porn unsuccessfully trying to find a reference for this camera angle jfc
dean/cas fic: Touchstone (3.5k, nsfw)
episode tag: 3.5k, nsfw, kissing, healing, spoilers for 11x03
[AO3]
“All right,” Dean says, yawning into his third beer. It’s nearly empty, but the cool, sweaty glass feels good against his busted jaw. His melted ice pack is making a puddle on the table. “I’m calling it a night.”
“Yeah.” Sam closes the book he’s been reading sets it aside. “Me too.”
“Are you,” Dean starts, trailing off as he turns toward Cas. He clears his throat. His gut is still in knots from thinking Cas was dead. He’d been so still for that handful of seconds – he hadn’t even been breathing. “You need anything?”
Cas shakes his head and reaches for Sam’s laptop. He looks healthy again, his skin clear and his eyes bright. “You two rest. I’ll search the Continental’s license plate in the state databases.”
“Which states?” Sam asks. “It’s been weeks. He could be anywhere.”
“I’ll search every state.”
“That’s gonna take all night,” Dean points out.
“I don’t sleep.”
“Okay,” Dean says, his chair squeaking against the floor as he stands. “Knock yourself out. There’s beer in the fridge, and there’s a stockpile of bean and cheese burritos in the freezer. Bottom drawer.”
“I don’t eat, either.”
Snorting, Dean shakes his head. “Whatever. Holler if you need anything.”
*HIDES BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER LOADED THIS STUFF AND HARDLY EVER DRAW IT* I CANT HELP MYSELF!! you guys are out there writing these frckn amazing fics about how Cas probably totally gets off to Dean calling him commander ughhhhhh
just a quick smutty sketch—- orz
i miss drawing these two…
what happened to dean’s other arm and cas’s other leg? i hear you ask
shh, we don’t talk about such things
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Watercolor in the back seat
deanisthelittlespoon
is there anything more beautiful than Dean being grumbly and nervous about bottoming for the first time
and then ten minutes later, he’s gasping into the pillows, shoving himself back onto Cas’ dick, hands fisted desperately in the sheets as he begs, ’don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…’
no, i don’t think there is <333