liar: once a, always a

18+ | dean-coded | multishipper | call me flaw

[kickflaw]

Just posted! An extended, revised version of this ask from @bethmints. Enjoy!

Rating: Explicit 

Word count: ~3k

Ships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester 

Ships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Post-Canon, Not Canon Compliant with Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Castiel is Saved from the Empty, Established Relationship, PWP, Sexual Free Use, Power Dynamics, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Service Submission, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Rough Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Power Kink, Dean Winchester's Five Star Michelin-Rated Hole, except in this one it's his mouth

Summary: Cas gets to have Dean; Dean takes what he's given. They never needed words to reach an understanding

Read it here!

[cumdumpstiel]

castiel's hobbies:

pretending nothing is wrong

pretending he had nothing to do with whatever is wrong

physically fleeing from whatever is wrong

attempting to fix whatever is wrong before it comes to anyone else's attention so he never has to talk about what is wrong

[carryonauthor]

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[wanderingcas]

the vibe of next week's "with most strings attached" chapter with dean and cas shown respectively

[icomefromruin]

Title: The Fire In Me Is Rising

Ship: wincest

Summary: Sam and Dean never thought they'd have to investigate themselves. (or, the one where I run the fuck off with a tidbit of folklore about salamanders).

[kickflaw]

#47 - for the PB100 Prompt: EGG

The thing is, incubation is a process. A long-term commitment that demands steadfastness. Dedication. It only works if it's attended to without waver. A single cold night ruins it. Luckily, Castiel's love for Dean is made of constance and immeasurability. So he waits. And waits. And—waits. After all, as long as it's kept warm, nursed with care yet unhatched, there is hope of flight. The problem with an eggshell is, you can't uncrack it. Once confessed, always confessed. But sometimes, it's all for naught. Sometimes you keep something warm for years and what comes of it is... nothing. And Dean is left on the floor. Shattered. Dead inside. Just mess, and no one kneeling to clean it up.

Read the rest of the collection on AO3.

[t0ast-ghost]

Just had a thought: imagine if destiel did go canon but every time they kissed or had implied sex a crack of thunder sounded and the lights flashed making the dark shadow of wings block out everything

[kickflaw]

#47 - for the PB100 Prompt: EGG

The thing is, incubation is a process. A long-term commitment that demands steadfastness. Dedication. It only works if it's attended to without waver. A single cold night ruins it. Luckily, Castiel's love for Dean is made of constance and immeasurability. So he waits. And waits. And—waits. After all, as long as it's kept warm, nursed with care yet unhatched, there is hope of flight. The problem with an eggshell is, you can't uncrack it. Once confessed, always confessed. But sometimes, it's all for naught. Sometimes you keep something warm for years and what comes of it is... nothing. And Dean is left on the floor. Shattered. Dead inside. Just mess, and no one kneeling to clean it up.

Read the rest of the collection on AO3.

[wanderingcas]

inspo pics for dean and cas's secret bunker sex room clubhouse

[demontisms]

idk if non-rowenagirls recognize this so i felt the need to make a post ab it but rowena and dean have some of the same issues fr. like rowena is also hypersexualizing and hypergendering herself to boost her self esteem and prevent abandonment after a traumatic life. idk where u missed that in the narrative bc its THERE. it's all a performance, for the both of them!! its a performance where if you fail you die!! thats both of their lives!!!

[sicksicksixx]

RU PAUL PLEASEEEEE

[lamiasage]

Destiel as Spleen et ideal, based on this post by @universalcas 💙

art process on my Patreon :3

[kickflaw]

#gasp #omfg #so incredibly beautiful! #we are so well fed in this fandom

[reaja]

He only has so much time for thoughts.

[pbeeanjay]

fish out of water

[averyoddfishindeed]

This is like...transcendental. Goddamn

[angelofweirdness]

Yes. This is more of kinda-true-form-but-not-really Cas. I am kinda obssessed with them, don't blame me.

[winchestergifs]

I'm not here to perch on your shoulder.

[destielover40bang]

Coming to you on September 1

Take a Deep Breath

Written by @xev3n with art by @shes-beauty-shes-ace & @ragd0lly

Rating: Explicit 

Word count: 15973

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel 

Ships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: No archive warnings apply, Alternate Universe Modern Setting, Explicit Sexual Content, Silver Fox Castiel, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Castiel, Size Difference (Big Castiel/Smaller Dean), Accountant Castiel, Budtender Dean Winchester, Tender Sex, Happy Ending, Shotgunning 

Summary: Castiel Novak is a successful tax accountant who probably hasn’t relaxed a day in his life.

When his doctor prescribes medicinal cannabis, Cas expects very little. He certainly doesn’t expect the charming, freckled budtender with a wicked smile, who takes one look at the tall, silver fox accountant with the serious face and zero filter, and decides he’s going to be the one to loosen him up.

A warm, smoky modern AU about learning to relax, the healing power of good weed, and finding love where you least expect it. 

Excerpt: The smoke rolled hot into his mouth, then deeper, filling his lungs in a sudden rush. For one crystalline second the effect was instantaneous as a light, buoyant lift rose through his skull like warm helium, while a heavy, velvet warmth began to sink into his limbs, pooling in the tight muscles of his shoulders and lower back.

Then the cough hit.

It started small as a hot tickle at the back of his throat, but exploded outward with shocking violence. Castiel dropped the joint onto the table, one large hand flying to his chest as his body convulsed. Harsh, hacking coughs tore through him, each one deeper and more desperate than the last. His eyes watered, his broad frame hunched forward, shoulders shaking as he fought for air that only seemed to trigger another round of raw spasms. For several terrifying seconds he was convinced he was suffocating, that this was how his careful, orderly life would end, choking on contraband in his own living room because his doctor had called him tense.

“Damn you, Garth,” he rasped between coughs. The words scraped out like gravel. “And damn that smug, freckled-” Another violent hack cut him off. He pictured Dean’s easy grin, those green eyes sparkling with amusement, and cursed the man silently for peddling this particular form of torture to unsuspecting fools who only ever sought to relax.