a small smile slowly creeps upon calum’s lips as he searches for your hand that rests somewhere between the bed sheets. he shifts his body to the right so he rests on his side, with his right hand supporting his head, and his left taking a hold of yours. your eyes immediately opened at the feel of your boyfriend’s hand grasping yours. you were used to him grabbing it in the middle of the night; especially since he’s been having all those nightmares lately. “another bad one?” you ask as you turn to face him, quickly searching for any signs of fear on his face, but you find a grin instead. “i had a good one this time; great even.” he squeezes your hand tighter and smiles even wider as he tells you how he dreamt about growing old with you.

i mean with his job and all, tattoo artist!calum has worked with lots of different skin types and colors and textures, but he’s never loved anyone’s as much as he loves yours. he loved the way he could run his hands smoothly over the curves above your hips and feel your soft skin beneath it. he loved how delicate it was, and he touched you as though you’d break. but most of all he loved how clean and pure and blank it looked. it made him think of all the possible designs he could someday, when you were ready, ink on your skin. he’d also sketched out some ideas he thought you’d like and had them compiled in the special moleskin journal you’d gotten him as a present some time ago, just adding to it as a new idea came to mind.

sable-the-trans-ham  asked:

Are you still taking prompts for ficlets for SPN? If so, would you wanna write a ficlet of Destiel with Castiel or Dean having a great attraction to backs? Like shoulder blades, shoulders, back muscles, the physique of the back)? haha Idk if that's a good prompt or not? ^^;

Originally posted by definitely-destiel

This prompt is my jam. I may just make it a full-on one-shot because I couldn’t even keep it to my ficlet word limit of 600. :P Set at the beginning of S11, with Cas recovering in the bunker, established relationship.


This view never gets old.

Dean propped himself up on one elbow as he sprawled across the mattress, his gaze firmly on the grumbling angel across the room. Sam and Cas had returned to the bunker from a grocery run, and one of Kansas’ balmy summer storms had clearly caught them on their return; the angel’s navy t-shirt was soaked into his skin, clinging even further to his muscular frame and sending Dean’s not-so-innocent thoughts straight into the gutter.

Castiel muttered darkly under his breath as he kicked off his shoes. The angel wasn’t pleased about having to save his grace after being weakened by Rowena’s attack dog spell and was clearly less pleased about having to dry himself off the human way. He tugged the t-shirt over his head, back muscles flexing as he fought with the damp fabric and Dean swallowed heavily, his eyes glued to the expanse of tanned flesh before him. Rolling his shoulders, Cas turned to face Dean, one eyebrow arching at the hunter’s rapt attention.

“I think the phrase is ‘see something you like?’” Castiel asked, his voice dropping to a rough purr as he stalked toward the bed, shedding his jeans as he went.  

And yeah, Dean did. Physically, Cas’ vessel hit every hot spot Dean had when it came to men and that wasn’t even taking into account the angel himself that Dean had fallen for. Masculine without being overly bulky, muscular and strong without being overdone. He reached out and slid his hand down Cas’ bicep and tugged gently. “On your stomach?” He was never sure what the angel would object to, but he hoped Cas’ dominant streak wouldn’t object to allowing Dean this small indulgence.

Castiel hesitated for just a moment before capturing Dean’s lips, nipping gently. Dean submitted to Cas’ lead, not wanting things to go further just yet, and trailed his fingertips down the angel’s back in what he hoped would be a soothing gesture. Pulling back slowly, Cas met Dean’s eyes for a moment and shifted over on the bed, lying on his stomach. He watched the hunter curiously, seemingly content to let Dean have his way for the time being.

No one could say they had to tell Dean twice when it came to back massages. He eagerly swung one leg over Cas’ hips and sat back on the angel’s thighs. A spike of lust shot through him as Cas rolled his shoulders, accentuating the lines of his shoulderblades and the solid trapezius muscles. Taking a deep breath, Dean attempted to stamp down his arousal; he wasn’t treated to this view very often and he intended to make it last. He brushed his fingertips across Cas’ broad shoulders in a silent request for the angel to relax – Cas still occasionally forgot to tone down the granite-level strength and resistance when it came to touch when he was irritated.

Dean shifted his weight and leaned forward to drag open-mouthed kisses down the back of Cas’ neck, nibbling gently at the top of the angel’s spine. Castiel groaned into the pillow, visibly melting under Dean’s ministrations. Trailing down the centre of Cas’ back, Dean buried his face between the angel’s shoulderblades and breathed in the sharp ozone scent. Cas was more sensitive here, Dean had discovered one night after a long series of questions about angel wings. He grinned against the tan skin and turned to mouth at Cas’ left shoulderblade that was standing out in stark relief as Cas flexed and tensed.

Abruptly, the positions were reversed. Dean found himself face down on the mattress before he could blink, a very aroused Castiel pinning him with his weight and growling a sharp “stay” in his ear. A bark of laughter escaped Dean as he arched his back to further entice the angel. So much for a long back massage, but Dean was pretty flexible about his plans.

but i’m all for bestfriend!calum who loves to open doors for you and carries your bag. bestfirend!calum who gives you cuddles and let’s you come over at 2 in the morning because “darling, don’t cry. that guy was a dick and he’s not worth a single tear. now, come help me eat all this ice cream”. bestfriend!calum who makes you take dozens of selfies with him and brings you on long car rides because “c’mon, let’s be adventurers”. and also bestfriend!calum who always gets pouty at guys who get to close and shoos them away because “baby, you deserve so much better than him”, but he’s just really scared to tell you how he wants to be more than just your best friend.

for tokyoluke‘s and ifyoudcntknow‘s blurb night (if it’s still on :-) )