having fun with this while i still can. prob won’t be laughing after tmrw
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@needslessdomcas
having fun with this while i still can. prob won’t be laughing after tmrw
Ugh.. I dunno, no idea what I’m doing with this one tbh. It’s a late Christmas present for @castielsdarkness I’m just so sorry it’s so bloody awful! I’m probably gonna start from scratch again tomorrow lol. x
misha, at asylum con, just said that cas wears a thong and a butt plug. he didn’t specify when but i’m thinking… always…?
through heavenly battles
on every hunt
at roadside diners where…
if he sits at the right angle
the plug gets pushed up against his prostate, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure
and the silky blue thong can barely contain his quickly hardening cock
until finally dean notices his pink cheeks and how he’s squirming in his seat and makes an excuse to go to the men’s room
cas meeting him there not a minute later and getting pushed up against the door in seconds
dean dragging him to the sink counter by his tie, growling in his ear to “bend over” and tugs his pants down to his ankles
the cold air hits his bare ass cheeks for a moment of reprieve but then dean’s pulling aside the thin strap of the thong and sliding the plug out slowly
pressing his hard cock against the cold porcelain sink is the only thing cas can do to keep from coming right then when dean replaces the plug with his own thick cock, bottoming out in one thrust
neither of them last very long, not with dean pounding into him from behind and cas whimpering at every slap of ball against his ass
but it’s only when their eyes meet in the mirror in front of them that they finally find their release; cas spurting stripes of come over the sink and his shirt, dean spilling deep inside cas
dean gives him a second to breathe before pulling out and sliding the plug back in to keep his come “where it belongs”
cas, breathless and shaking from the aftershocks, tries to pull his slacks back up but dean gets their first, hoisting them onto his hips and doing them up gently before pulling him into a soft kiss, his hand carding soothingly through cas’ hair
with a promise of a warm bubble bath when they get home, and a few more sweet kisses, dean and cas finally leave the men’s room looking so debauched there isn’t a soul in the diner that doesn’t know what they just did. especially, of course, sam
Oh, but he was made for this. His alpha’s hands upon his thighs. His hole soaked and filthy for it, greedily grasping against anything Dean gives him. There is something pure about being stripped of societal delicacies during heat. Something that let him cry and beg for Dean’s knot. Shameless in the admission that if it were up to Castiel, he would be stuffed full always, pleasing Dean always, wanting Dean always.
Only Dean has ever made his heat feel like this. Has him wanting to roll around in his alpha’s come, burying himself in that scent until it was so ingrained into his skin that people would believe that there never existed a Castiel without a Dean.
It is more than the mating bond or the pheromones of his heat. This is all Castiel. He craves this stretch and burn of being used even when he is too proud and too anxious to ask for it. He obsesses over the feeling of Dean’s teeth on his skin, assuring him of his alpha’s claim—sharp and animal and liberating. The neediness of it, his wanton moans and pleas, has Dean’s eye bleeding red over green in the space between two breaths. It turns him into this equally wild, animal thing. He meets Castiel’s every wish, anticipating the cloying sweetness of Castiel’s heat scent and making is so good for Castiel.
Castiel thinks he must be the most spoiled and doted upon omega in the world the way Dean fucks him senseless, holds him sweetly, feeds and pampers him dutifully. So much praise and adoration falls from his lips, and Castiel cannot help but drink it up. He falls deeper under this spiraling hedonism of Dean’s touch, knowing he was made for this.
there was a really hot gif on my dash and
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for @needslessdomcas because of this post oops im a sinner
Dean is Not a morning person. It’s okay, because Cas isn’t either, and most of their mornings are spent in mutual grumbling, swearing, and groaning. The campus store Cas works at opens at six, and Dean has to be into work by seven, so there’s not really much time for….extracurricular activities in the mornings.
Except for today. It’s one of those clichéd Lazy Sundays, where the light streams in through the cracks in the curtain and, like an asshole, wakes Dean up before nine a.m. He’s about to roll over and go back to sleep when he spies Cas next to him, sleeping just as deeply as he always does.
He’s never really taken the time to appreciate Cas in the mornings, too distracted by the fact that it’s five in the morning what the fuck, but now that Dean’s looking, Cas is beautiful. His long eyelashes rest against his cheeks, his hair strewn across his forehead and down into his eyes, and his lips, chapped and pink, are open ever so slightly. Cas’s brow furrows momentarily and he shifts, but he doesn’t wake up. Dean can feel himself smiling as his hands find Cas’s hips under the duvet, feeling the soft material of his own worn t-shirt covering Cas’s skin.
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cas riding dean 🙊
cas’ thick thighs bracketing dean’s soft hips 🙊
cas grinding and bouncing so good that his cock keeps slapping his soft tum 🙊
dean reaching for cas’ cock but cas slapping his hands away and shaking his sweet flushed sweaty face, dropping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut bc every nerve ending feels exposed and raw and on fire right now and cas just wants to chase this feeling for as long as he can 🙊
he’s reached that final stretch, that last whistle drop before the explosion, every roll of his hips hitting him just right yes dean and it’s like his entire long existence is being carefully whittled down by dean’s hands and dean’s mouth and dean’s dick and dean’s love into very specific, small points of sensation and emotion and it’s so close to being too much that cas’ eyes are wet with it, with what he’s sharing with dean, with what he feels 🙊
it’s hearing dean’s own overwhelmed pants, feeling dean’s reverent touches, that bring disbelieving grunts and soft moans from cas’ mouth 🙊
knowing that dean is deriving pleasure from this - is enjoying bonding in this vulnerable, carnal way with him - making cas fall out of rhythm 🙊
cas reaches for dean’s hands and that’s when dean knows cas is ready. he kisses cas’ knuckles and lets go so he can plant a gentle hand on cas’ thigh, cas’ hip, hold him and fuck up into him and watch as cas finally opens his eyes and turns that searing, awestruck stare onto dean unflinchingly as he finally comes over them both, throat working around shocked silence as his grace sings 🙊
for @nestingangels, my cas-in-crop-tops princess || 1.2k of bottom!cas filth
The ancient window air conditioner broke three weeks ago, right at the end of the last heat wave at the end of July. Dean, certain that the worst of the summer heat was over anyways, never bothered to fix it. Since both of their student budgets meant buying a new one was out of the picture, their twelfth-story downtown apartment burns as hot as a fucking sauna as temperatures skyrocket in the middle of August, and Kansas City breaks a new record for hottest day of the summer.
Today, they’ve been trying to keep cool in other ways. A solitary fan oscillates back and forth, blowing warm air around the tiny studio apartment. A lime green cooler full of ice, popsicles, and beer sits closed on the kitchen counter. Most notably, however, they’ve been walking around in as little clothes as possible since they woke up, which is likely what brought them here:
Dean’s sweaty ass sticking to the leather couch that Naomi Novak kindly offered up for a small fee as their move-in present, and said-woman’s youngest son riding his dick in nothing but a blue crop top with “PIZZA” written across the chest.
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when will cas just get gently fucked rlly early in the morning.. so sleepy in his big soft bed, wearing rainbow socks and one of dean’s t-shirts... @lord give me this please
the decision is made when it’s cold outside, wind making the shutters patter against the windows and bringing a chill into their home. it’s still mostly empty, a mattress in front of the fire serving as their bed until they can afford more, but it feels complete. whole. the warmth of the other beside them filling in every empty space.
they can’t stop touching each other, watching each other, eyes wide and hands worshipful as the weight of what they are doing settles over them. it’s never just sex with them, of course, but there’s something particularly special about this. they breathe as slowly as they move, hips rolling and breath ghosting over each other’s mouths. they’ll have a family soon, a new life growing when they both thought themselves capable only of destruction. but that’s part of what’s so profound, isn’t it - they are always proving each other wrong.
dean’s eyes are the first to wet. he squeezes them shut, buries his face against cas’ neck, and cas’ throat feels thick, suddenly, as he clutches at the broad stretch of dean’s shoulders and feels the muscles there flex and move as he fucks into him. cas presses his face against dean’s, holds him tighter and whispers (”please,” perhaps, or “i need you” - or maybe just “dean,” that one word always so heavy and expansive from his mouth). castiel is still new to this, at feeling without fear or barriers or distance, but dean, as always, gently guides him, hushes him and holds him and loves him until the feelings start to melt and build and overwhelm him spectacularly.
dean comes and cas finally cries. cups dean’s face in his palms and nods, again and again, though he isn’t sure what it is he’s agreeing to. dean kisses him then, keeps moving and touching and kissing until cas is crying out too.
the fire is down to a faint flicker by the time dean is finally able to pull himself away. they are both a sight - hair mussed and matted, faces flushed and relaxed, tired but so content. cas turns to sleepily watch dean slide out from under their pile of patchy quilts, smiles when he hears dean hiss as his bare feet touch the cold floor. dean fusses with the fire until he’s satisfied and is soon with cas again, curving around his back and pulling him back against him. his hands resettle on the softness of cas’ stomach, touch as reverent and impatient as cas feels.
castiel knows the science behind pregnancy, the biology of this body he has taken. it’s not a miracle. but here, falling asleep in dean’s arms, in a home they have fought so hard to warm, happiness - this does feel a little miraculous. he lowers a hand, touch feather light, to his tummy, and feels dean press a kiss to his hair. they have much to do, he thinks. for now they rest.
pregnant!cas wearing the dumbest fall sweaters with little ghosts and pumpkins and bats as if they’re completely normal and not almost offensively tacky – and dean hates them because they’re so damn ugly, but cas just makes them look so dang cute {{ especially with his round tum }} ; ;
cas in all these pretty outfits though...
Here, I wrote a thing.
Castiel, Claire, Mary Winchester, past mpreg, vaguely medieval fantasy
The sound of horses in this part of the woods isn’t unusual, but as far as Castiel knows, the next hunt is weeks away. The Duke may be neglectful and distant, but he’s always let Castiel and the other guardians of the park know in advance before anyone is expected to pass through his land, if only to ensure that they will have supplies and food waiting for them as is necessary.
That Castiel can hear horses approaching now could mean that these are intruders, perhaps foolish marauders passing through, or even poachers. Castiel puts down the dough he’d been working on and stands up, quickly scanning the room for things that such thieves might want to take from his cottage. The firewood, perhaps, or maybe the spun wool, put aside for market day.
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ok here it is proper and finished lolol…another commission for riseofthefallenone lmao sorry i’m taking so long with these TAT
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmhairylegs
the week after cas gives birth to his baby mostly consists of naps, crying, and cas periodically poking his baby in the belly and saying “wow i made that”
i rlly do try to keep this blog wank free, but i am only human & sometimes my emotions get the better of me, but i am sorry & will try to do better in the future. i love all of you very dearly and as always, thank u for following ❤️❤️❤️
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Castiel can barely breathe. He’s nearly sobbing and his body is shaking. Tears drop from his eyes, sliding down the sides of his head and into the sheets he’s been sweating on for the last twenty minutes. No human being should be able to fuck for twenty minutes straight, but Dean hasn’t pulled out once. The thrusts have slowed, Dean has loomed over him and ground into his ass in circles, but his dick has been firmly in Castiel’s ass the entire time.
The stretch feels so good, better than any toy or any dick he’s had from guys his own age. Young guys can fuck like rabbits, but this is so much better. It’s like he’s been hunted and Dean’s taking his time enjoying the kill. He’s going to die like this. The paramedics will find his eighteen year old body dead in a thirty-four year old’s apartment, covered in come and smiling about it. It’s not a bad way to go, all things considered.
Dean’s hands go from his hips to the bed by his shoulders, caging him in. Castiel takes a deep, shuddering breath and lifts his legs higher up Dean’s sides. The change in angle makes Dean growl, and his arms begin to shake.
“Fuck,” Dean grits out.
He goes down to his elbows and starts slamming his hips against Castiel’s ass. Castiel whimpers and claws at Dean’s back, delighted in the hiss and the way Dean bites his neck.
“Gonna come, Cas.” Dean’s voice is thin and breathy, and Castiel wants to hear it like that again and again.
“Please. Inside me, please.” Castiel locks his ankles together behind Dean’s back.
Two more hard thrusts and Dean stills inside him, his cock swollen and as hard as Castiel’s ever felt it. Dean pants and moans as he bathes Castiel’s neck in kisses.
Castiel sighs and relaxes under the weight of Dean’s body. He won’t be walking right for the next several days, and he couldn’t be happier.