Feb 28, 2024
CC??? Omfg god CC!!! Pillow Talk sounds so fucking good??? will mc sleep with the serial killer? fuck, like jesus, this if is perfect.
Yes, you can lol
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CC??? Omfg god CC!!! Pillow Talk sounds so fucking good??? will mc sleep with the serial killer? fuck, like jesus, this if is perfect.
Yes, you can lol
Pillow-Talk
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VoRt3dU by mr_fybraghbty He’s been in this very situation of touching himself and thinking about it being Cas’s hand instead of his own so many times before, and now Cas is in front of him watching him do it. Holy shit. “Dean,” Cas says to get his attention. Half-lidded green eyes snap up to Cas's own, peering through eyelashes. The hunter's brow is creased in pleasure as he continually rolls his hips, grinding into the warmth of his palm cupped above the dainty fabric. “Keep your eyes on me,” the ex-angel instructs gently, drawing a soft moan from his lips. He keeps his eyes on Cas’s. (TLDR: Sequel to Baby-Blue. Destiel exploring the panty kink, though this time with a littttle bit more dom/sub undertones than before. In a gentle way, though. You'll see. Kinky and sweet and soft and all things good.) Words: 23940, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Baby-Blue-verse Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Porn with Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Gentle Dom Castiel (Supernatural), Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Past Rhonda Hurley/Dean Winchester, thank you rhonda hurley fr, Dean Winchester Has a Panty Kink, Mutual Masturbation, kinda? cas watches mostly, Dry Humping, is pillow humping not a tag, Castiel's Dom Brow (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Wears Panties, Exhibitionist Dean Winchester, Kinda, Feminization, but like not in a bad way, in a healing way bc we're sex positive, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blow Jobs, ok so these tags are making it sound wayyy freaked out, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Soft Castiel/Dean Winchester, Brat Dean Winchester, very briefly, Dean Winchester Has a Praise Kink, Subspace, Kinda?, Dirty Talk, Sooo much dirty talk, ao3 don't mess up my formatting challenge impossible edition read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VoRt3dU
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pillow talk series by princelouisau
One of Louis’s many sleepless nights.
This is a duology.
What you see I see
“What’s he like? Bond, I mean,” Vivian asked. She looked just as enticing as she had hours earlier when she’d climbed atop him and pushed him back, her surgeon’s hands strong and confident on his shoulders, the look in her eyes brooking no argument. The linens were tousled around her like an odalisque might cunningly arrange, though he knew she’d done nothing of the sort; she was direct and uncomplicated except where she was incomprehensible, as she seemed to be now, with her question and the sleepy expression in her eyes.
“This is your idea of pillow-talk?” he replied, unable to get the image of James’s blue eyes, unfairly like glacial ice, from within his own mind.
“You prefer endearments and exaggerated congratulations on your prowess? I think not, Gareth. And I’m curious. He’s one of those men people talk a lot about—and I can’t help thinking it’s mostly horseshit,” she said smartly, not at all drowsy now. She’d propped herself up on one elbow and let her dark hair slip forward but she was still bare to the waist and the view was…exquisite. And almost mollifying.
“That’s not the first word most people would choose for him,” he said. Bond, with his bespoke tuxedos and his weapons, his flashy car and his silver shaker, so invested in his own mythos and so oblivious, infuriating, attractive and repellent…
“You’re not most people. We’ve established that. I thought we had. Does he read, d’you think? He doesn’t strike me as a reader,” she went on, shifting closer so her loose hair tickled him. He didn’t feel like laughing.
“Nothing modern. Not his style, I shouldn’t think,” Gareth said. Kipling, if he had to guess, and Graves but not Wilfrid Owen, and if the man had ever read a novel after leaving school, he’d be shocked. He’d had the makings of the Senior Wrangler but he’d wasted that too.
“What else?” she prodded, prodding him also with her other hand low on his belly, stroking upwards to where the hair grew more thickly, then back down, dipping to graze his hip bone. She was very gentle and intent and he didn’t think it was her surgical training. Just Vivian.
“He’s old-fashioned but he’s not a dinosaur. He’s trapped…because he doesn’t want to look at himself and everyone else does. There was a woman he actually loved but she died,” he explained. It was strangely enjoyable to discuss James while Vivian was touching him, listening carefully to what he said and how.
“How sad. And boring. I thought it would be boring,” Vivian said, surprising him now into laughter. He caught her hand and stopped her.
“Boring?” he repeated.
“Jesus, yes. It’s like a bad movie, one that goes straight to video. Gorgeous, tormented, no insight, dull, dull dull-- Isn’t there anything interesting about him at all? Anything…unexpected?” she said. There was some sort of hunger in her voice, no, some appetite and he noted it but he couldn’t resist, rolled them over so he was looking down at her, felt her hook one leg behind his, that slick, silky thigh pressed against his.
“He’s an exceptionally good bridge player, hates to lose a rubber,” he said. He leaned over to kiss her and felt her lips curve in a smile.
“Is that even true or did you just want to say ‘rubber?’”
He moved to kiss her throat, tasting her sweat, feeling her hips cant up against him.
“Yes, love,” he said, drawing back a little, looking at her warm dark eyes, wondering at her. “Yes?” he asked, waiting to be invited further. For her to relegate James to somewhere far away or just far enough away to be out of their bed, those January eyes watching them both from the corner of the room, from shadows that they’d not plumb just yet.
“Most emphatically yes,” she breathed out, a hand on the back on his neck. “I’m not bad at bridge either, I never miss a trick.”
I'm assuming a lot of you in LDR's have heard of this & I know a lot of people think it's kind of weird, but I think it's an amazing idea for those lonely nights! Basically both of you have a pillow and a ring. The ring transmits your pulse or heart beat to your significant other's pillow and they can hug it while they sleep. It's the closest thing we have to actually having our boyfriend or girlfriend with us! I want one but they don't come out until this summer!