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AU Christmas Destiel smut! Lawyer Sam brings his reality TV star brother Dean to a snowy Christmas getaway to spend time with his girlfriend Sarah. But when Dean meets her brother Cas, Dean knows he's really hit the Christmas jackpot.

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Yeah sex is good, but have you seen Misha looking at Jensen during #spn300?

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I needed some Cockles today.

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it’s the exact same face

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13x03~ Patience

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Merry SPNmas!

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Dean and Cas, standing under the mistletoe, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

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Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer.

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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The second chapter to my Destiel fic “To protect and desire” based on this photo is live now!! To read both chapters, look here https://archiveofourown.org/works/12124413/chapters/29410056

Here’s chapter 2… In the large, cushy greenroom backstage, the younger Winchester lets out a loud burst of infectious laughter, pulling his new fiancé onto his lap. His older brother Dean smiles and continues tuning his favorite guitar, the one he won't let any roadie touch. He's genuinely happy for Sam and Sarah, but can't help feeling a little sorry for himself. Even if he was a 37 year old sought after bachelor by choice, it still got lonely sometimes. “Did I tell you this is the first place I saw The Naturals, Dean?” Sarah asks, hands carding through Sam's hair. “It was 2001, you got your braces stuck in your boyfriend's sweater during the opening act but you weren't that upset, you were too distracted by how beautiful my big moose of a brother was, you wanted to get backstage but your lame ass boyfriend-” “Okay, I get it, you know the story!” Sarah states, throwing a redvine in the general direction of Dean's head. “Be nice,” Sam reminds him. He shakes his head and turns back to his fiance, one arm around her waist while his free hand runs through her glossy, dark hair. He is absolutely head over heels. “I'm always nice,” Dean replies, blowing kisses the happy couples’ way. “And I'm nothing if not a great listener.” The truth is, Dean does love Sarah and knows she's great for Sam, it just had taken a while for him to believe she was the real deal. After all, she was an original Naturals fangirl, and the brothers had hooked up with so many of those fans over the years, the idea of actually marrying one was kind of absurd. But Sarah had won Dean over, as well as Sam of course, with her sharp, sassy wit and intelligence that made both brothers look, at times, like uneducated bafoons. She was no airhead fangirl, and she made Sam ridiculously happy. Unfortunately for Dean, she also reminded him how badly he wanted something he rarely went for - a real relationship. The irony wasn't lost on him that while Sam had historically dated blondes, she happened to have the dark hair and blue eyes that made her exactly Dean's type, in women and in men. The rest of the band files into the room and Sarah bolts from Sam's lap to greet them with big hugs. The Winchesters, after breaking away from their boy band, had decided back in 2006 to make their backing band all women on a whim, and it had turned out to be the best idea they'd ever had. While Dean played lead and Sam rhythm guitar, their band supported them with pure talent. Jodie on bass, Charlie on drums, and Donna on keys. “Praise you, Deano,” Donna says, smooching Dean on the forehead. “What'd I do this time?” He asks, bewildered. “Requesting cuter security this time! You said you would!” “Donna, that was a joke, but I'm glad for you it happened naturally,” Dean chuckles. “Be glad for yourself too, one of them is totally your type, darlin,” Jodie smirks at Dean. He just shakes his head but silently reminds himself to check out tonight's security. The people in the room now were some of the only people that knew Dean was bisexual. You would've thought he sold his soul to keep it out of the headlines, but he just had great management. After over 15 years of keeping the secret, though, it was getting tiring for Dean. Especially when he thought about getting serious with someone that isn't a woman, and the fact that the last three people he'd dated were men. Sneaking around behind closed doors had definitely gotten old. And possibly gotten in the way of him finding something real… someone real. “You boys decent?” The Winchesters’ manager croons from the other side of the door. “Boys and girls. We're as decent as we're gonna get, now get in here Crowley!” Charlie shouts. “Oh good, you're all here. Even you,” Crowley adds, looking at Sarah like a rogue groupie had snuck in on her own accord. Sarah frowns and Sam kisses her on the ear. “What do you want, Crowley?” Dean Gruffs to his long time manager, with whom he's always had a love/hate relationship. “Just here to introduce you to your security team for the weekend. They will be in the wings, stage left for Squirrel, right for the Moose. Girls, you can fend for yourselves right?” Crowley is the only one who laughs at the non joke. “Kidding, here they are ladies” Crowley brings in two security guards to meet the band, then Bobby and Cas follow them in. Sam stands to shake hands with Bobby, the shaggy haired brother sharing with him stories of crazed fans rushing him on stage. Cas attempts to settle his shaking hand as he outstretches it to Dean. The rocker is so, so much more beautiful in person, something Cas didn't think was humanly possible. He momentarily forgets how to speak when Dean's pink lips crack into that perfect chesire grin and Cas can't help but speak now. “Nice to meet you, my name is Cas. I'll be your security detail this weekend.” Dean tries not to grin, but damn, his security is always so serious! This one, though, is so his type it hurts. He's gorgeous, and those blues eyes. Dean notes he's not the big, bulky, boring type he usually has for security. He imagines running his hands through that dark hair, running his tongue over those chapped lips. Uh oh! Here comes the shit eating grin! Dean's hand wraps around Cas’ and he introduces himself, then claps Cas on the shoulder, “Loosen up a little Cas. This weekend's gonna be fun.”

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Chapter 1 of a fic based on this photo where Cas is the new security guard for the rockstar Winchester Bros! Bookmark on AO3 for more coming soon!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12124413 “My palms. Are literally. Sweating. God damn it,” Cas mutters to himself, wiping his hands on his thighs, or rather, the thighs of his lovely black, Italian (looking) work suit. He takes a deep calming breath and checks himself out in the full length mirror of his master bedroom, straightening his collar. You've been security for Beyonce, for Christ sakes, get yourself together, he self-reminds. The truth is, Cas has been security for Beyonce, Cher, and even the Backstreet boys, musicians most gay men would kill to spend time with, let alone be paid handsomely to do so. But pop has never been Cas’ favorite type of music, ever since high school he'd been a bit of a rocker, whether the rock be soft or heavy, classic or alternative. It's what inspired him to be a songwriter, a halfway decent one or enough so to have sold songs to several popular artists but, in between sales, he does bodyguard and security work to keep up with the mortgage on his beautiful Westwood condo. He enjoys it most of the time, and chuckles quietly to himself now, realizing he's never gotten this worked up over a client before. He shakes his head, telling himself to just get over it. He grabs a few necessities and heads out the door, hopping a little too jubilantly into his silver bmw coupe. The car may be leased, but screams 'gay!’ all the same, unlike Cas himself, who typically flies under the gaydar. The radio blares as Cas starts the car, blushing as the Winchester Brothers themselves begin blasting from the speakers. “Of fucking course they'd be the first thing I hear today!” He groans, while secretly enjoying the irony, pulling out of the carpark and onto the streets of Los Angeles. The band in question, the Winchester Bros, happen to be the artist Cas has been hired to do security for this weekend as they play two shows Friday and Saturday nights at the Hollywood Bowl. Cas had been listening to the brothers for years, first, as a guilty pleasure as they fronted one of the most popular boy bands of the late 90’s, 'The Naturals,’ but especially now. Sam and Dean Winchester had broken apart from the pop group in 2004 and had since grown up to be bonefide, world famous rock stars in their own right. The teen girls that had the brothers’ perfect faces plastered on their bedroom walls were now grown women whose husband agreed to attend the concerts because, the truth is, the Winchester pretty boys really do rock. Even their ballads are good. Dean Winchester is not a golden God, Cas tries to convince himself through an entire interstate traffic jam, He's just a normal guy, a songwriter like me. I don't have a crush on him, it was just a phase… Cas groans. Who am I kidding? Just try and play it cool. Play it cool, play it cool, Cas repeats to himself as he pulls into the security area behind the arena, flashing his company's badge to the guard. He straightens his tie, parks his beamer, and is guided to the backstage area to meet his supervisor and fellow bodyguard for the weekend, Bobby Singer. “Cas, my man!” Bobby greets him jovially, “When was the last time we worked a gig together?” “When was the last time you got out from behind that desk?” Cas laughs and claps his old friend on the shoulder. “Too long,” Bobby smiles, “So I talked to the tour manager. They want separate security for the two lead singers, then a couple guys on the front lines. He pulls his phone from his pocket to review his notes, “The guys are named, uh, Sam and Dean. Dean is lead guitar, he's setup stage left. You'll be on him, alright?” Cas chokes violently on the hot air in his lungs, grasping to loosen his tie just a little. Bobby gives his back a few slaps. “You're not alright, did you swallow a bug?” Bobby asks, a mixture of confusion and concern in his voice. “No, no, I'm fine,” Cas regains his composure, “Let's go.”

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The favorite cm characters as moodboards!

(please give credit if you use, these took me a very long time. Picture credit goes to weheartit.)

So, I wrote a smutty fic like... Cas sees Dean's new haircut and can't wait to get him in the hotel room alone! Damnnnn boy, that hair! Click here to read! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11315304

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