#supernatural

[pbeeanjay]

nights in the bunker

[bucketofli]

*Squish

Tutorial and reference on insta:lulu_motion_lab

[godmadeaterribleerror]

✦closer✦

✧･ﾟ:dean needs to be close to you. You’re the warmest, most stable and sweet thing in his life. The ground you walk on turns to gold and the kisses are sweeter than pie. He’d burn the world just for you to smile at him, because the light in your eyes would be brighter than the flames. There’s nothing he won’t do. Nothing he won’t try to give.

✧･ﾟ:it makes it hard for him to take, sometimes. You want him to. With everything he does—how hard he works for you and Sam and the world—there isn’t a person in the world who deserves to have things more. You kiss all over his face and test his willpower, trying to get him to snap.

✧･ﾟ:you crawl into his lap and grinding down until he groans and snap. You giggle as he grabs your jaw and kisses you like a starved man. You shriek in delight when he flips you over, ripping at your clothing almost like a feral animal. You coax him on with soft moans and fluttering, glossy eyes.

✧･ﾟ:he drops his brow against yours, exhaling sharply as he pushes himself inside your gaping, aching cunt. You push your head back against the pillow with a long moan, and he sucks on your throat. He needs to mark you. Show the world what’s his, what he does to his pretty girl.

✧･ﾟ:usually he drawls praise and moans your name, but tonight he’s desperate. His mouth is already slack, his eyes blown out and wrecked. He holds you tight to his chest like a doll, consuming your whole body with broad shoulders and low grunts in your ear.

✧･ﾟ:you’re almost overwhelmed with pleasure. Between the weight of him and split of his thick cock in your pussy, your vision is going blurry. But you can still see him, trying to give more than take. He drives into that gooey spot inside of you and your back arches. Dean cradles you in his arms and pants, brows knit tight and jaw clenched, trying to get closer but refusing to do more than long, deep thrusts of his hips.

✧･ﾟ:with a trembling hand you reach around him and press down on the small of his back. His hips drop down, hitting so deep you can feel him in your throat. He tries to lean up, but you press harder. He frowns at you, almost adorably confused. You smile, and press a soft, deep kiss to his pretty, parted lips.

✧･ﾟ:dean melts. He drops fully down, his face pressing into your chest so he can suck and kiss over your breasts as he moves your hips up. Big hands grope at your ass, letting him hit that impossibly deep angle, over and over and over. His thrusts become shallow and desperate, every gasp from his lips a prayer of your name.

✧･ﾟ:he uses you like a sweet little fuck doll, broken moans falling from his lips as his cock bullies against your g-spot. Your vision glazes, your toes curling and core flooding with heat as you cum. Dean pushes up to kiss every moan out of your mouth, practically a dead weight as he hits his own release.

✧･ﾟ:for a while after, he just leans over you, pressing his hips down to hold his cum in your tight, perfect pussy. You comb your fingers through his hair and kiss his brow, letting him take all the time he needs. He, more than anyone else, deserves it.

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[yeahsoapy]

Cool date spot rhymes with bell

[oneswordstyle]

[colorlessjay-destielblog]

SPN but after Cas dies by Lucifer's hand, Dean keeps his trenchcoat the same way he keeps Johns

And through the rest of the season until Cas returns, Dean wears Cas' trenchcoat

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, Cas waters the houseplant he'd gotten a while back to "add a little something" to the library. He also picks out a random book and reads out loud, remembering something he heard in the 1970's about plants enjoying communication.