this music video is so gorgeous and i can't stop watching

  • You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
  • You both like destiel.
  • Stranger: (High school AU, bottom!Dean, top!geek!Cas, Dean found dirty photos of Cas) Found some nice photos of you, Novak ;) who knew you were such a hot piece of ass? DW
  • You: What
  • You: *What are you talking about, Dean? CN
  • Stranger: Came across some photos while I was surfing for porn. Never pegged you as a top. DW
  • You: And I never pegged you to be such a porn addict either. CN
  • Stranger: I'm a teenage guy, sue me. Seriously though, Novak. Wow. There's some hot stuff here. DW
  • You: What do you want? CN
  • Stranger: Fuck me. DW
  • You: What? CN
  • Stranger: Do I need to spell it out for you, Novak. You're fucking hot, and a gorgeous top to boot. Fuck me. DW
  • You: Where are you now? CN
  • Stranger: My dorm room. B237. DW
  • You: I'll be there. And do prepare yourself. CN
  • Stranger: Waiting for you on my bed with a dildo in my ass. Don't be long ;) DW
  • You: [Delayed] Open the fucking door Winchester. CN
  • Stranger: Key's on top of the door frame. Shoulda told you. You're taking too long. DW
  • You: (paragraphs?)
  • Stranger: (Sure)
  • You: Castiel scrambled his way in, and closed the door quickly locking it behind him. This can't be happening. Dean fucking Winchester is fucking himself with a dildo. He's got a crush on the kid since freshman year but, he never imagined this to happen. He adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat.
  • Stranger: Dean let out a low moan, sprawled back on his bed with one hand between his legs, lazily fucking himself on the dildo, and the other hand toying with his nipple piercing. "Fucking finally," he mumbled as he looked up at Cas, hair missed and green eyes dark.
  • Stranger: *mussed
  • You: Cas licked his lips and looked at Dean, eyes also darkened with equal intensity. He was half hard before he began stripping his clothes one by one. When he was done he spat on his hand and stroked himself. Imagining that the dildo in Dean's ass was him. It was enough to fling himself to action. He took of his glasses and tossed it on the side table before joining Dean in bed.
  • Stranger: He was almost shaking as he watched Cas slowly strip off, so strung out and needy and desperate for the dark haired boy. "Fuck, fuck me, Cas, so fucking hot, need you." His back arched off the bed as he pushed the dildo in and out of his ass, keening with pleasure and watching Cas harden under his own touch.
  • You: "Do you really want this, Dean?" Cas toyed with the dildo coming in and out of Dean. His own dominance taking all over him. Not so geeky now, isn't he? "How do you want me? Gentle? Hard? Fast?" he asked leaning down on his prey. He heard the porn sounds on Dean's laptop. He knows exactly what's happening in that scene. He looked at Dean before he looked on the screen, where Castiel is fucking a boy all tied up and blindfolded. "Do you want that?"
  • Stranger: He moaned, long and low and drawn out as he bucked his hips up to meet Cas's hand, letting go of the dildo and letting Cas take control. "Uh, uh, fuck yes, fuck me hard, don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, do whatever you want to me." Fuck, he knew Cas was unbelievably hot, but he'd never realised what a dirty mouth the guy had. He was so fucking glad he came to this website.
  • You: Castiel chuckled, the way Dean's hips swayed forward to meet his hand was definitely perfect. "Anything I want huh?" he stood up, away from the bed and closed Dean's laptop. "I want to fuck you so hard and so fast, making you cum all over yourself." He smiled. Cas picked up something on the floor before returning to bed. "Oh... Are you sure you can handle all that?"
  • Stranger: Dean let out a soft whimper as Cas moved away from the bed, the dildo filling him up and his body aching for stimulation, for more. "Yes, please, Cas, I can, please fuck me." He reached for the dildo again, looking for any kind of relief, running his other hand through his disheveled hair and pushing it out of his face as a needy sound escaped his mouth. "Pleease, Cas."
  • Stranger: (Still there?)
  • You: (yeah. sorry.)
  • You: Cas groaned at the sight of Dean, oh so sweet, oh so desperate. "Stop touching yourself." he ordered before he harshly stopped Dean's hands, and pulled the dildo out off his ass quickly. He bit his lips, feeling guilty that what he did might've hurt Dean. And so he leaned down once again, to spray kisses on the man's freckled skin.
  • You: (Someone was talking to me. It was hard to focus on porn when someone was talking about church around me.)
  • You: (Really sorry about that.)
  • Stranger: He arched his back as Cas pulled his hands away, pinning them above his head, and whimpered softly at the feeling of emptiness in his ass as Cas pulled the dildo out. Fuck, he was so desperate and needy and he didn't even care. "Cas, Cas," the moaned as the dark haired boy leaned down to press kisses along his torso. "Need you."
  • Stranger: (Hahaha that's absolutely fair enough)
  • You: Castiel touched himself again, stroking up and down on his shaft. He mentally argued if he should put a finger in that tasty ass first before going in but, then he remembered he just pulled a dildo out off there. He bit down gently on one of Dean's nipples before he asked him for "Lube?"
  • Stranger: "Nightstand," Dean gasped, so strung out and wanting that it was all he could do to utter single words. Cas was so fucking gorgeous, and the things he could do... Dean wanted to experience so many of them first hand... Seeing the videos and photos had given him the confidence boost he needed to finally just ask the guy, and fuck was it worth it.
  • You: Cas' free hand hastily searched the drawers and his glasses falling off the edge which made him curse, "Fuck!" And just in time, because he'd found the bottle he was looking for. He flipped the cap open and generous amount of lube coated his hand, applying it to his dick and hissing as the wetness made contact to his skin. He can't believe that this is happening. He really can't. In all those videos he imagined that the one he's fucking, the one he's consuming was Dean fucking Winchester. And now his dreams we're about to come true. He positioned his cock's head on Dean's hole, and looked at the man with pretty green eyes. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
  • Stranger: He bucked his hips up, looking for any kind of friction, any kind of contact, anything at all, moaning breathlessly. "Fuck, fucking yes, you tease, get in me," he stuttered out, reaching up to tangle his hands in Cas's hair, normally so neat and smart but now sticking up in spikes all over the place. He'd never seen the guy look so fucking irresistible.
  • You: The invitation was all what Cas needed, he entered Dean slowly. Ravishing the feeling of Dean's hot hole, the muscle letting him enter so smoothly and even if he just had a dildo up this ass, he was fucking tight. His hair was tangled on Dean's hands and he leaned into that touch, moaning. He never moans when he fucks someone in those videos. Never. And so he leaned up to Dean's pretty face and looked at his lips, licking his own before he started moving his hips in a slow rhythm-less beat. He wonders what it would feel like if his lips, dry and chappy touched Dean's. Maybe this isn't just a simple fuck?
  • Stranger: Dean exhaled a slow, shaky gasp as Cas pushed into him, running his hands through Cas's hair and tugging on the thick black strands every time Cas hit a certain angle. The boy's moans were like music, and he pushed his hips up to meet Cas's thrusts in the hope that he could coax more out of him. "Fuck me hard," he groaned as he looked up at Cas, their faces so close to each other. "Do whatever you want to me."
  • You: Cas grinned, a devilish one his eyes turning darker than they usually are as thrust into the Winchester hard. Biting his lip in the process to hide a wanton-worthy moan out of him. He can hear the way their skins slap each other. It was heaven, it was better. And since Dean said to do whatever he wants and his face was close to his, he did just so. He swooped down for one chaste kiss on the man's lips. Their first kiss.
  • Stranger: He let out a keening moan as Cas picked up the pace, almost sobbing as he thrust mercilessly against Dean's prostate. All that was coming out of his mouth was a litany of "fuck" and "harder" and moans, and yet all that was silenced as Cas pressed his lips to Dean's. He was shocked for a moment, then groaned and fisted a hand in Cas's hair to pull him back down for a filthy kiss, the other sliding down Cas's back, leaving scratch marks whenever he hit the perfect spot.
  • You: At first, Cas didn't believe it. Dean Winchester pulled him back for another kiss. He'd groan, just by the thought of it but, now. Now, he has a chance to kiss back, to sloppily kiss that sexy mouth of his. To test the waters as his tongue grazed Dean's lower lips in between their sweet kisses, knocking on the man's teeth begging for an entrance. His hands tried to swat Dean's hand that slid to his back as he kissed him, keeping a firm grip on that arm to keep it in place. Leaving a red print of his hand there, wishing that it would stay there, Always.
  • Stranger: He parted his lips and let Cas's tongue in, kissing the sexily tousle haired boy for all he was worth, just like he dreamed about whenever he let himself, whenever he couldn't stop himself, couldn't deny that he was fucking head over heels for the nerd. As Cas held his arm in place, keeping him from moving at all and leaving him entirely at his mercy, he broke the kiss off to moan and gasp and pant, forehead resting against Cas's.
  • You: "I love you," Cas whispered. And then his eyes wide all of a sudden, when he realized he just confessed his heart's contents. He moved his head away from Dean and looked away hiding his emotions as he continued to fuck the man underneath him mercilessly. He bit his lips, if Dean doesn't answer him or just say anything at all he'll lose his mind. Maybe after this 'fuck' they would just go back to their normal lives. He closed his eyes, feeling his dick moving in and out of Dean. "I'm fucking close, Winchester. You'd better be too." he said as his eyes opened, his expression showing his usual porn-star look.
  • Stranger: Dean was so lost in his pleasure that he almost, almost missed Castiel's words, but his mouth opened in shock as his clouded brain registered them. Cas didn't stop moving, though, and it took a few moments for Dean to be able to get his thoughts together to reply. By that time, when he looked up at Cas, his face was closed off, the same expression that he'd seen on him in the video. As he opened his mouth to say something, Cas nailed his prostrate, and the words forming turned into a long cry as he came all over his torso. "Fuck," he gasped, for more than one reason.
  • You: Castiel let his grip on Dean's arm go, and let that hand snaked towards Dean's crotch. He just doesn't care anymore, whether Dean loves him back or this thing is purely full of lust he's gonna make every single moment count. He held a firm grip on Dean's dick, before loosening a bit, kneading it. Tracing all the nerves he can feel present, giving a soft wild twist every time. He moves his hand the same way he thrusts, letting Dean feel the rhythm and his eager desire to let Dean come messily first.
  • Stranger: He groaned and gasped, throwing his head back gripping at Cas, the sheets, anything he could get his hands on as Cas wrung his orgasm out of him, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts. He clenched down on Castiel's dick and pulled him down for another kiss, wishing that the pornstar expression would go away but unable to form words; the overstimulation was too much for his brain.
  • You: The kiss softened Castiel's facade. It made him moan, something he was avoiding since he said. That. And with that he was done for, he came inside Dean and it was the best he'd ever had. He cupped Dean's face with his hands, kissing him restlessly. Pouring out his emotions, his hope that perhaps he does feel the same or maybe more. When he stopped and pulled out for air, he asked Dean, "Do you have something to say?"
  • Stranger: Dean felt boneless, brainless, weightless. It was all he could do to cling to Cas and kiss him slowly, holding him as close as possible. When Castiel pulled away he blinked, coming back to himself, and smiled as he carded a hand through Cas's hair. "I love you too, you fucking idiot nerd." He pressed a soft kiss to Cas's lips, absolutely exhausted, and flopped down into the pillows.
  • You: "I was actually talking about the sex," Cas grinned, "But I guess that works too." He lay next to Dean, taking a few sheets of wet wipes on the table to get the man all cleaned up. When he was done taking care of him, he tossed the sheets in the trash can and he kissed Dean's forehead before cuddling with him. "I believe that works perfectly, Dean."
  • Stranger: He smiled happily and curled up against Cas, nuzzling into his neck and clinging onto him like a human limpet. "It works very well," he replied happily. Mind blowing sex, cuddling and the guy of his dreams confessing his love? What a perfect night. And all thanks to the porn video.
  • You: (That was nice. It was really nice.)
  • Stranger: (Yeah it was.)
  • You: (The end?)
  • Stranger: (I think so, yeah)
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anonymous asked:

what are good fanfics??? i can't find one i like it's a struggle

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