Oct 25, 2013
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Castiel loves to laugh. When he's around someone he's comfortable with and he's happy-- he does it quite a bit. When he's happy he likes to show it. All smiles.
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Castiel loves to laugh. When he's around someone he's comfortable with and he's happy-- he does it quite a bit. When he's happy he likes to show it. All smiles.
So I just found an album on facebook of me trolling people anonymously on Tumblr.
These were sent from my old blog that I deleted but will remake soon
"And in my defense, I'm still a demon. If you want Nicholas Sparks, rent the notebook." Dean catches each kiss with his own, heaving a happy sigh. "But I can promise you Mr. Sparks ain't ever gonna make you cum like I can."
"Dean—" The priest trailed off mumbling, shaking his head lightly. He should’ve been used to it already but still sometimes the demon’s comments caught him off guard. He didn’t bother lecturing, simply pulled the demon closer. He kissed him once more before nuzzling into his neck. "I suppose I'm just as ridiculous as you."
The demon butts his head against Cas's hand like an over-affectionate cat, the purr he releases aiding with the similarity. "Am I anymore ridiculous than a priest falling for a demon?"
"I suppose not but in my defense.." Castiel smiled, peppering little kisses over Dean's lips between phrases. "You aren't a typical demon. You're special."
Muscular arms return the favor, ensnaring the handsome man of god against his broad chest. His giggle is anything but innocent, the sound muffled against Castiel's mouth. Mmm, worked like a charm. He'd start spouting off nonsense and the priest would do what it took to shut him up with kisses or sexual favors.
He can't really complain about being held closer, even if he chose to deny it Dean was warm and irrationally comfortable. The noise escaping Dean tickles his lips and after a moment he pulls away with a quiet huff. He brings a hand up to gently pet the other's cheek. "You're ridiculous.."
Dean rolled his eyes as he finished stripping, flopping onto the bed. "I know you don't mean that. My lines are smoother than my shaved balls."
"Dean, they really.. Just-- just stop talking." As soon as the demon was within reach, he shifted closer. Arms beginning to snake around his waist as the priest pressed his lips firmly against the other's. The only sure way to keep him quiet for more than three seconds.
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You clearly manipulated this game. ..when do your clothes come off?
You're right. We should skip the nutella and go straight to the sodomy.
You're so eloquent.