#watching terrible things happen in other fandoms
castiel u need to stop bein so loud
Domestic!Destiel AU- Between raising a baby, working wonky hours, and making sure the cat doesn't get too jealous, the boys aren't getting much sleep these days.
I get this high, and I have to kill. I mean, I really really need to kill!
Devil or angel, I don’t care, just COME HERE TO ME.
On set pic spam 23/40 *can’t look away*
I CAN OFFICIALLY LEGALLY DRINK IN THE STATES HOLLA.
"I see you’re enjoying the gifts I got you."
Dean’s head snapped up, a deep and pretty flush stealing over the Omega’s cheeks as he hurriedly pulled the sheets of his lap. The thin, white sheets were stained with his slick and did little to hide his modesty, and Castiel smirked, folding his arms over his chest and propping himself up against the doorframe as he watched the flushed Omega try to appear at least a little modest.
”You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, Phone, iTunes, Media Player, etc. and write down the first 20 songs.
Then pass this on to 10 people. One Rule: No Skipping.”
Castiel taps his fingers twice against Dean’s wrist. Light, even, little nudges that draw the Omega’s attention. It’s a question, asking permission;
Are you okay? Is this okay?
Dean bites his lip, testing the give of the soft black material as he rolls his wrists and tugs on the restraints, before giving a quick nod. He’s not sure how attractive a picture he can actually look - he’s been drunk on his own slick for about an hour, hardly keeping it together enough for his Alpha to tie him up properly and he can barely concentrate on the carefully talked-about set of rules they’d made for this. There’s a wet patch on the bed that’s embarrassingly large and Dean’s red all down his chest and along his neck and cheeks.
Castiel thinks he looks good enough to eat.
Cas is fucking him as often as he can get it up, but it’s never enough to send Dean over the edge. The added bonus of his heat, though, is that it makes Dean’s hole looser, sloppier than normal. That’s when Cas gets the idea that his fist is a whole lot like a knot…and maybe one big and hard enough for Dean to come on. (2/2)
Dean winced at the low growl rumbling against his spine, baring his teeth and tilting his head forward to make way for the huge, sucking kiss Castiel laid to the back of his neck.
"No," he growled, reaching back to wrap his fist around Castiel’s, dragging up his chest and onto the blankets. "No, Cas - please, please wait for me. I’m so close, please -.”
Because Sam not only knew what Dean was referring to before he finished his sentence, but was reaching into his pocket for it before Dean began to speak.
reading a foreign language: yeah
writing in a foreign language: ok
listening to a foreign language: wait
speaking in a foreign language: fuck