Mostly I just post supernatural and Destiel. Other times it's Sherlock, personal shit and Misha Collins. I'm from Colorado.
deanwhereisyourcock
Do you ever just spontaneously start crying because thousands of years watching the earth, so many years serving Heaven, all that time as just another soldier and then Dean comes along and changes Castiel’s whole world and Castiel changed his
I think Dean would really like to make Cas beg. Like he’d press the tip of his cock against his rim and just stay there, occasionally shifting so precome drips along his hole, but other than that he wouldn’t push in until Cas was completely wrecked, letting out choked little moans that sound almost like sobs because he fucking needs it.
Sometimes I get really overwhelmed because I remember that Castiel is an angel who had a task to pull a human out of hell, instead this human taught him free will and how to feel and redefined his existence.
Anonymous asked: prompt: dean and cas are fuck buddies no strings attached, but after dean sees someone flirting with cas, he wants him all to himself
It was supposed to be simple and so far it had been. Cas was newly human and this time around the Winchester brothers were set on showing him the good qualities in life because Dean wasn’t going to let him become the empty shell from 2014. At first it had been Sam and Dean taking him to diners, letting him try various foods and Dean had been pleased beyond belief when the former angel admitted to favoring Apple Pie with a side of Ice Cream. Sam took him to libraries and showed him science fiction novels and it had been easy. At least until one drunken night when Dean had dragged him closer and kissed him, dragging him over to the bed and showing him one more fine human quality.
It happened a few times after that, it was the desire for release and the need for closeness that always drew the angel in. It was always rough and a little desperate; Cas had admitted that the act made him feel more than anything he had ever experienced. Dean figured he was doing him a favor by partaking in such an intimate act with him. It was all very straight forward without complications. At least until now.
The chick was good looking, he was aware enough to admit that. But she was eyeing his angel like a piece of candy, biting down on a plump, pale lower lip as she batted long eye lashes that highlighted a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. It shouldn’t have mattered, after all it was just sex. But the jealous flare that heated the pits of his stomach was wild and consuming and when Castiel leaned into it when she lightly pressed their lips together Dean felt like he was losing his mind. Still, he tried to keep silent and that worked until she grabbed the cuff of the others trench coat and tugged him in the direction of the bathroom. It was completely on instinct when his hand reached to to grip his wrist in a violent grasp that would certainly leave faded bruises in the morning.
“Don’t you dare”
There was a certain edge to his voice that seemed to catch Cas’ attention and with a polite smile he pulled his hand away from her, tilting his head curiously at Dean whose eyes were ablaze with a fury he couldn’t even begin to express. Not yet. They were silent as they pushed through a sea of people and once they were out the door instead of heading towards the impala he grabbed Castiel’s shoulders and shoved him back against the faded wood at the wall of the bar.
“That was very rude, Dean-“
“Shut up”
When Dean pressed their lips together it was brutal, bruising and completely claiming. Teeth tugged at a rapidly swelling lower lip as the tip of his tongue grazed along the others before pushing further in. Dean was going to taste every last inch of his mouth if he could, he was going to memorize the ridges at the roof of his mouth and the taste of his tongue slick against his own. The realization that he couldn’t let anyone else have this was quick and as he pinned Cas’s wrists over his head against the wall behind him his voice had fallen to a low growl.
“You belong to me, do you understand? I don’t care what I said before or how I acted” He was quick to cut Castiel off when he opened his mouth. “I don’t want some bitch in a bar touching you, because it’s my hands that should be all over you.”
They were both breathing rapidly, chests rising and falling and it was all the confirmation he needed when Cas slipped his hands beneath the hem of his shirt offering a a quick nod of his head.
asillycat said: I’m looking at fonts and trying to figure out when I can book an appointment. I mean…I’m going to sleep on it. But I’m like 80% there
you are everything I want to be and more.
asillycat asked: Chanelle. Dean quote tattooed on my butt. Crazy? Almost certainly. Good idea? I think so.
omg do it pls.
Anonymous asked: Most people have girls that pop out of cakes. Dean has Cas come out of a pie (he is in the whipped cream and dean has to lick it off)
Crying omg I love this.
