"it's like being chained to a comet"
"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte & Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Porn, Porn Star Dean Winchester, Porn Star Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Dean Winchester, Alpha Benny Lafitte, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, First Time, First Meetings, True Mates, Romantic Comedy, Possessive Castiel (Supernatural), Possessive Sex, Scenting
Series: Part 1 of Casa Omega Adult Films
Summary:Usually when Dean films a gangbang, it’s all alphas from top (everyone else) to bottom (him). Today’s shoot involves a second bottom, a popular omega with a pretty face and absolutely no acting skills.
They don’t exactly hit it off… right up until they absolutely do.
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AKA, the prequel to the knotting competition fic that exactly one of you was asking for.
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Kiss #11 - Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.
As consciousness rose to the surface, Cas could feel the warmth of Dean’s skin seeping into his cheek and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Slowly, he became aware of how his body was intertwined with Dean’s; their legs tangled together under the covers, and Dean’s arms tucked low across his back in a comforting embrace. His own arm rested across Dean’s chest with his hand settled over Dean’s heart. Even his head was pillowed against the hunter’s shoulder, and his nose nuzzled against Dean’s throat.
Warm.
Content.
Safe.
God, Cas loved this feeling. The slow crawl into wakefulness that let him feel everywhere his body melded together with Dean’s. How they fit together, every part of themselves slotting into the gaps the other left. Cas could spend an eternity in this soft haziness.
Softly, he brushed his nose under Dean’s jaw and sighed quietly. With his eyes still closed, he pressed a quick kiss to the stubble trailing down Dean’s throat; feeling the prickles across his lower lip in a teasing brush.
Dean hummed tiredly at the touch, dipping his head to bring their foreheads together. Cas lingered against the touch for a moment before moving his lips up along Dean’s jaw and cheek in a blind search for the hunter’s lips.
Often it was Dean seeking Cas’ mouth out in the early morning light, but Cas couldn’t wait another minute for Dean to kiss him. Couldn’t wait for either of them to slowly open their eyes before initiating a kiss. He wanted his lips on Dean’s. Now.
Dean let out a soft gasp as Cas’ lips danced across his skin, and when their mouths finally met in a fumbling kiss, they both stuttered out breaths of shock.
God it felt good.
Dean ever-so-slightly tilted his head and Cas squeezed his eyes shut tighter as their mouths finally aligned.
Bliss.
Cas sighed in pleasure, chasing Dean’s mouth and allowing their lips to glide together. It was soft and gentle; just lips pressed together until they were melting into each other. Simple yet blissful.
Dean slowly parted his lips, but instead of slipping Dean some tongue, Cas just dotted little open-mouthed kisses to Dean’s mouth. Dean’s arm attempted to tug Cas closer, but Cas gently resisted. A quiet groan filled the room at the teasing touches, and Cas beamed. He did that. Dean wanted more and Cas was the reason for it.
As much as Cas would’ve happily given in to deeper kisses, something inside of him yearned to keep it slow and tender. He just wanted this. The soft press of Dean’s plush lips against his; eyes still closed, chasing the taste of love.
Slowly, Cas trailed fingertips up Dean’s bare arms before settling on his jaw with a soft stroke. He just wanted- needed…
Dean broke the kissing with a little sigh and Cas chased after his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” Cas whispered, the first words of the morning spoken on a quiet exhale filled with longing.
He tried to reconnect their lips again, aching to feel the connection that only their soft morning kisses could create, but he couldn’t find Dean’s mouth. Instead, Dean’s hands moved from his waist up to his neck; fingers sliding into messy hair.
“Look at me, Cas,” Dean murmured, rubbing his nose against the angel’s in a ghost of a touch before pulling away.
Finally, Cas forced his heavy eyelids to open, squinting in the muted morning light seeping in around the blinds, and, after a couple blinks, his gaze locked with Dean’s.
“Beautiful,” Dean said in a hushed tone, trailing fingertips down Cas’ cheek before his thumb danced across Cas’ lower lip. “Love you.”
Cas felt his heart lurch in his chest and everything ached from his heart all the way down to his bones. Dean said those words frequently throughout the day, but something about the way the hunter murmured the declaration so affectionately in a sleep-thick voice always made Cas fall just a little bit more in love.
“Dean,” Cas gasped. “Please. Kiss me,” he said, a breathy demand to soothe the way his heart was cracking open in sheer adoration.
In a quick shuffle, Dean’s hand settled back on his waist again as he tugged Cas down until they were lying side by side, with Cas’ knee tucked between Dean’s legs.
This time it was Dean closing the gap to kiss him, and Cas felt his entire being shudder and burst into pleasure as Dean softly brushed their lips together. The kisses remained soft, mouths meeting and parting on little puffs of air as their eyes fluttered closed again.
One second Cas was chasing the shadow of Dean’s lips and then Dean was indulging him on the next kiss by lingering with deeper brushes. Cas couldn’t get enough of the way Dean kissed him.
Their morning kisses were always Cas’ favorite because of the slow tenderness, but something about this morning was special. The kisses were longer and slower, softer with hints of deepness, and so so good. Cas wasn’t sure how long they spent quietly making out; kisses merging and morphing over and over again until Cas’ lips absolutely tingled with the taste of Dean.
Finally, Cas pulled away, burying his face into Dean’s chest as he mumbled, “Coffee?”
Dean chuckled, trailing his hand up and down Cas’ spine. “Five more minutes.”
“Of kissing?” Cas asked, peeking up at Dean and pressing his lips to Dean’s collarbone.
“Kissing. Cuddling. Just being here with you,” Dean replied, tracing patterns across Cas’ hipbone where his shirt had ridden up.
Cas smiled, leaning up and softly ghosting his lips to the corner of Dean’s mouth. “I love you,” he whispered.
Dean returned the love confession by tugging Cas against him until they were completely entangled; kissing his love across every inch of Cas’ skin he could glide his lips over.
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Damn I just realized that since the Rohirrim didn’t read or write (wise but unlearned, writing no books but singing many songs) that means Eowyn couldn’t read or write and since she marries Nerdboy McGee who loves reading and writing more than anything you can your bottom dollar one of the first thing that happens in their courtship/marriage is Faramir and Eowyn wholesome tutoring sessions in the Minas Tirith library (!)
#STOP eowyn really is the dumb jock of my dreams…
the best addition to this post by far.
#what would you do if we kissed in the minas tirith library [50 emojis]
I feel like it’d be an exchange; Faramir teaches Eowyn his love of books and writing and in return she teaches him the many, MANY, songs of the Rohirrim that have never been written anywhere.
I’m crying……….. because what if they co-author a book of Rohhirim folk tales and history together T_T
Also Faramir keeps trying to over-analyze everything like “Ah, I see, the horse keeps tripping because we all must stumble our way through the unpredictable nature of this world” and she’s like “No babe, the horse keeps tripping because it’s funny and this is a story used to cheer up frightened children.”
Man spn tumblr these days really is like a daily Socratic seminar
This is an artist’s concept of the fastest rotating star found to date. The massive, bright young star, called VFTS 102 rotates at about two million kilometres per hour. Centrifugal force from this dizzying spin rate has flattened the star into an oblate shape, and spun off a disk of hot plasma, seen edge on in this view from a hypothetical planet. The star may have “spun up” by accreting material from a binary companion star. The rapidly evolving companion later exploded as a supernova. The whirling star lies 160 000 light-years away in the Large Magellanic cloud, a satellite galaxy of the Milky Way.
Credit: NASA/ESA and G. Bacon (STScI)
SOOOO I’ve been wanting to draw this ficlet by @casthewise for MONTHS. (Familiar!Cas and Witch!Dean who get bullied a lot bc Cas’s animal form is a smol blue swallow.)
And I thought why not try a traditional cool limited colors drawing.
Welp I ended up coloring the whole thing and in the process discovered I can actually use pencils quite decently ??? :DD (I tried to remain faithful to the description but I might have omitted a few things, and traditional art is VERY unforgiving hahaha)
Can we just imagine Dean and Cas in a motel about to have sex, still wearing their clothes, and Dean falls back on the bed, dragging Cas with him. He lands and it’s fine but when Cas lands on top of him they hear a loud crack and the bed just hits the floor and Dean is all confused and shocked for a second before he realizes they just broke the fucking bed. He looks up at Cas who has no expression on his face, but Dean can tell he’s fighting a smile. Dean cracks and his lips twitch before he bursts out laughing and Castiel just breaks, and they giggle stupidly for the next five minutes till someone bangs on the wall and they finally settle down on the broken bed and just watch crappy late night shows till Dean falls asleep. :D:D:D:D
deancas, 14.10, coda, 650 words, angst with a happy ending
She knows. Pamela takes one long look at him, smiles, and tells him as much.
She doesn’t say Cas. She doesn’t say that he’s in love with a goddamn wavelength of celestial intent. She doesn’t say that he’s head over heels for a friggin’ angel—a nerdy little blue-eyed dork who can smash doors open and put Dean up against the wall at a moment’s notice.
Instead, she tells him that he’s been pining for years and years.
For someone whom he can’t ever have.
.
Pamela might not have been real, but Billie’s book is.
Dean reads it. Dean flips through pages and pages of his own future, reads about fighting alongside Sam, fighting alongside Cas, and then his fingers halt because the book says that Dean tells him.
He tells Cas that he loves him and Cas loves him back.
And for a moment, Dean’s lost in this reverie. For a moment, Dean’s alive and breathing as if he’s finally free for the first goddamn time, but then he turns some more pages and the book tells him something else, too.
The book tells him that Dean confesses and Michael loses his war and kills Cas in a fit of anger, and Dean lives for another ten years before a failing liver does him in, too.
“I didn’t think you had the guts,” Michael taunts, fingers curling around Cas’ neck. “But I’m glad that I was wrong, Dean. Because now I can take Castiel away from you, just as you took everything away from me.”
.
Cas can tell that he’s acting strangely. Cas knows him like the back of his own hand so even when Dean tries to distance himself from him, Cas follows him like an imprinted baby duck.
“You are irritating me,” Cas growls in the hallway, taking Dean by surprise just when Dean’s starting to think that it’s safe again. Cas pins him up against the wall, narrows his blue eyes and glares at him until Dean melts in his grip. “You are always slinking away now, Dean, and I will not have it.”
Dean clenches his teeth together and shuts his stupid mouth. Dean does that because they’re too close and his only desperate thought is kissing the life out of him and Dean knows that he can’t do that either.
So, “You can’t have it,” Dean tells him furiously because maybe his goddamn mouth isn’t sealed as tightly as he thought it was. “Cas, you can’t have me like you want so quit following me around.”
Cas blinks.
Cas drops his hand from Dean’s shoulder and doesn’t say a single word.
A week later, quietly, quietly, Cas pads into his room.
He’s holding Billie’s book.
“I read it,” he says.
tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
When Cas moves in, he doesn’t stay still.
It drives Dean up the wall. Cas is in, Cas is out, at all hours of the day or night. Maybe he’s walking in the woods nearby for four hours. Maybe he’s in a nice little old lady’s house, helping to screw in a lightbulb, because he’s tall enough to do it without a ladder and she saw him walking past and asked nicely. Maybe he’s baking at three in the morning, not for the taste of the food (of course), just because he saw a recipe online and wanted to try making a freaking bundt cake.
Eventually, Dean just says, “Look. You can do whatever. Come and go as you please, no complaints from me. But just text me now and then, alright? Tell me what the hell is going on with you and I’ll stop calling you with questions. Stop freaking me out.”
And so Cas does.
His texts start simple. I’m going out. I’m walking. I’m shopping for food. But they gradually become more detailed. I’m watching the sun go down, it’s beautiful. I am having a discussion about particle theory with this professor I met in Starbucks, who is inviting me to guest-speak at his college. I wanted to know what a light saber was so I went into a toy store and now I have bought three because they are very satisfying to swing around.
Dean reads every one of the texts with a specific look on his face, that Sam comes to recognise.
I’m out in the woods because I needed a walk.
I’m out in the woods because I needed some air.
I’m out in the woods because I needed to think.
Those are the ones Cas sends most often. Dean doesn’t know that Cas needs a walk because his hands ache when he’s around Dean, god how they ache, just to be touched. Dean doesn’t know that Cas needs some air because all he can breathe around Dean seems to be the word please, in and out of his lungs. Dean doesn’t know that all Cas thinks about is him.
But one day, when Cas texts I’m out in the woods. I wish you were here too, Dean starts to guess.
When Dean texts back I’m on my way, that’s when Cas starts to guess, too. Starts to guess that he isn’t the only one - not alone in aching hands and breathless lungs and thoughts that are magnetised. Not alone in wanting.
And when Dean finds him - not alone in the woods.
Their eyes meet, and Cas stands perfectly still.
When they come home, their hands are not aching.
“who Wants Pie?!”
Okay we all this HAD to be done!
As requested a Christmas design for @sydkn3e 😄 I think that it’s safe to say I officially hate drawing plaid 😝
#christmas #destiel #castiel #deanwinchester #casdean #irmermurmer #supernatural #procreateapp #digitalart #fanart #alliwantforchristmasisyou
for @casthewise who prompted: Dean and Cas ice skating when one of them doesn’t know how
“Do you want some help?”
Dean looks up, tightening his hold on the railing as his feet slip once again. How the hell does anyone keep their balance on these things?
Cas gives him a sympathetic smile. “It takes a little practice.”
Dean wants to crawl into a hole and die. This is their first date, it’s way too early for Cas to see him look so pathetic. He’s not sure what he was thinking, saying yes to this idea.
Oh wait, yes he does. It was because Cas’ expression lit up when he talked about skating - apparently he used to practice - and Dean is already a sucker for that smile. There’s only one skating rink in town, and it’s only gonna be open for another couple of weeks before the season is over.
“Might take a little more than a little for me,” Dean jokes weakly.
He’s not usually the most graceful person but out on the ice, he feels like freaking Bambi.