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Expect Sherlock & Supernatural.
Expect Sherlock & Supernatural.
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THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
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Usually, it’s Sam fucking Gabriel. Not that Sam hasn’t offered, but it doesn’t do anything for him. Gabriel, on the other hand, loves getting fucked. Up against the wall with his legs around Sam, teasing and taunting until Sam just growls and loses every little bit of gentleness he has. Over the nearest flat surface, with Sam licking his ass open first, Gabriel naked and desperate in a way that would shame him if it were anyone else behind him.
There are always marks. The first time, Gabriel had bruises in the shape of five fingers around each wrist, bite marks on his ass and the scabs of scratches from fingernails that had drawn blood on his back. He could have snapped them away; he didn’t and never does. It amazes him sometimes- Sam could be eating, focused on his laptop, doing any damn thing at all that he considers important (and Gabriel really doesn’t) and all Gabriel has to do is flash him the hint of the marks he’s left behind and Sam’s gone, just like that.
Occasionally, though, there’s this. When Gabriel spreads Sam out on a bed (increasing its size, the sheet’s threadcount) and slowly, methodically takes him apart. Every single time, Sam tries to make him hurry, make him rougher. Gabriel has had millennia to learn patience though, and he can’t imagine a better use for it. This is how he learns that the inside of Sam’s thighs are sensitive; that he can make Sam come from sucking little hickeys there, and then gently teasing at his balls.
Then when Sam’s finally given in with a shuddering sigh, if Sam hasn’t come then Gabriel slicks himself up quickly and lowers himself down onto Sam’s dick. He doesn’t move his gaze from Sam’s face but Sam has his eyes closed and his face turned to the side. As if that would stop Gabriel from seeing the tears that dampen his face or the pleas that Sam mouths but never says out loud. These are the times that Gabriel’s hands burn with the urge to mark Sam, to frighten away anyone (anything) that might think of Sam as prey.
Gabriel can imagine what it would be like, one broad hand’s print just above Sam’s left elbow meaning ownership and another on Sam’s hip just for them. Gabriel knows if he made those marks, then all he would have to do is lay a hand on them and Sam would turn to him with black pupils swallowing the green of his eyes, his cock hard and wanting. He might even offer his neck for a more temporary mark.
It’s at this point that Sam usually opens his eyes and turns his face to look at Gabriel. Sometimes he says, ‘please,’ as hoarsely as if he’s been screaming. Then Gabriel lets him come, and the look on Sam’s face tips him over the edge as well.
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It is entirely possible that he has been doing this for several hours. Taking advantage of poor Sam’s exhaustion to make him be still while Gabriel painted him with chocolate. Then licking it off. “Gabriel,” Sam murmurs, in a delightfully husky tone, when Gabriel nibbles at the remnants of the wolf’s head starting from Sam’s navel up to his nipples. Sam had shivered when Gabriel’s brush had stroked over his right nipple when painting a whisker. Gabriel nibbles there too.
It’s a variation on an old theme, the painting thing. Every time Sam comes home battered and bruised from the hunt Gabriel slides his fingers, and lips, and tongue over the marks. Making them his. When Sam isn’t hurt, Gabriel nips and bites until Sam is so lost in the sensations that he’s forgotten there ever was anything outside of this.
It’s not quite enough though, so chocolate over Sam is the new thing he’s trying- two good flavors together and all that. Gabriel hums while licking up the snake he had painted wrapped around Sam’s left thigh. It’s awkward but worth it to hear Sam whimper as he approaches Sam’s groin. Sam is so primed that it barely takes Gabriel’s mouth on his cock before he comes.
“Sorry, sorry,” Sam says, smiling helplessly down at him and wiping the mess around Gabriel’s mouth as best as he can with his abandoned shirt. Sam pulls him up and says, “I should, uh…” and moves to unbutton Gabriel’s pants while blinking away sleep.
Gabriel’s hard but there’s no urgency to it and he tells Sam so. Gabriel’s tracing the smears left behind from the chocolate circle on Sam’s right shoulder (half of it colored with chocolate, half left uncolored) and Sam asks sleepily “Your children, right? The marks.”
“Yeah. My Norse life.” Gabriel replies. He doesn’t know what Sam’s thinking when letting out a contented ‘hmm’ because of his long-ago promise to stay out of Sam’s head. Sam doesn’t even know what it means. That Sam will let him…that he can do this, be honest.
“Hey,” Sam says, Gabriel looks at him and opens his mouth, needing to say something and Sam kisses him. When Sam pulls back, Gabriel demands, “More” and Sam dimples and kisses him. And kisses him and kisses him.
i’ve been imagining a dumb self indulgent AU where cas is a barista (´＿｀。)
“Just a regular coffee, thanks,” the voice says, change clinking on the counter. When Castiel looks up from his register he sees that the voice is actually attached to a man, and a fucking ridiculously handsome man at that. Castiel straightens as he nods and takes the change, tapping on the register and calling out to Rachel behind him over at the machines to ask her for one more order before she goes on break.
“That a real thing?” the stranger asks as he waits, head gesturing at the specials sign board behind Castiel. “You ever actually sell a bacon latte?”
“I—?” he starts, confused, before he turns around to read the sign. “Ah, no, I’ve yet to. It’s my boss—Gabriel—he enjoys surprising customers with eccentric menu items. Anyone who manages to up-sell the item of the day gets everything in the tip jar.”
“Competitive work environment, huh.”
Castiel smiles. “Slightly yes, although in the long run it’s probably better that any of us rarely succeed. I rest in peace that no customer will be subjected to consuming bacon flavoured coffee.”
The customer chuckles, and goes down to the end of the counter space to pick up his normal, non-meat drink, bringing it then to sit down at a far table in the corner, unfortunately just out of Castiel’s immediate line of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, however, he pops back into Castiel’s line of vision. “Actually, yeah, can I get one medium bacon latte to go, please? Hold the side.”
Castiel’s head whips up, not hiding his shock at all as he stares blankly into the man’s clear green eyes (ugh, how). ”What, really?”
“Yeah, Cas was it?” he asks, gaze flickering down to Castiel’s name tag before he fishes his wallet back out of his pocket.
“Castiel. Or, Cas is fine, really, I don’t—are you sure?” he frowns down at the ten dollar bill the man has just laid down on the counter, and then looks back up, brow knitted in confused astonishment.
The stanger grins. “Of the coffee? Not one bit. But I like surprises.”
Castiel fumbles only a bit for the register. “That’s um, $4.50, if you still—”
But before he can finish the man slides his bill towards Castiel. “Thanks,” he says, licking his lips, making Castiel forget for a moment where he is and that he actually exists to do things other than stare at a stranger’s luscious full mouth. He tears himself away to make the atrocious coffee, glancing back only once to see the customer doodling idly on a spare napkin while he waits for his drink.
Castiel comes back with the demonic hell spawn concoction of Gabriel’s (bacon coffee, honestly), smiling apologetically. “Please don’t sue us for any health problems that might result.”
The stranger’s green eyes glint in amusement, and something else Castiel can’t quite put his finger on, saying only: “Keep the change,” before he actually winks, grabs his second coffee, and ambles back out the door.
Castiel goes to pick up the napkin the man had left on the counter top, but before he manages to throw it out it he realises the stranger hadn’t been doodling on his napkin at all.
He had written down his number.
i absolutely love this
“Father knows best,” the wizard would tell him, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Dean would hold his tongue, knowing the punishment for disobedience. (He knew now, as a young man, that Crowley wasn’t his father; but he also knew when to shut up.)
“I’ll make hazelnut soup, your favorite.”
Dean looked out into the wilds surrounding his lonely tower, and wondered when his life would begin.
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“THEY JUST CAN’T GET MY NOSE RIGHT,” Castiel complained miserably, ignoring the glaring and tedious thugs in his peripheral vision. (He couldn’t afford better muscle, so Uriel and Zachariah would have to do.)
The sound of horns echoed in the wastes, and they knew King Winchester’s military guard was closer than they expected.
Castiel grinned, and hefted the bag filled with a young man’s jewel crusted suit of armor. “It’s not as if I deflowered the missing prince or something. Let’s go, boys.”
(Source: firedandelions)
Dean starts finding little things.
One morning his eyes open to a pile of pure ivory sand on the nightstand next to him. He slides some grains between his fingers and it feels like little bits of silk. He doesn’t really understand why, but he gathers up the granules into a small plastic bottle and puts it in his duffel.
He jerks suddenly awake, his right hand packed with icy snow, freezing his palm into numbness. He stares and makes no move to wipe it off as it slowly thaws into water that drips through his fingers and onto the wood floor beneath his sleeping bag.
Once, he rolls onto a silvery wrapper with the words NYC HOT DOGS etched onto the side. There are streaks of mustard and ketchup inside the wrapping and a small smile plays at the corners of his mouth as it joins the other things in his bag.
A week after that, Dean goes to slip his boots on and finds a stone in each one. They are so worn that the surfaces feel like velvet and he feels like they’ve been at the bottom of a riverbed for a few centuries. One is dark grey and almost a perfect circle that fits perfectly into his palm. It’s heavier than it looks, but he likes the heavy pressure in his grip. The other stone is a beige oval with flecks of white speckled across it. He silently hands the beige one to Sam, who stares down at it for a long time before he slips it into his jacket pocket.
Early one morning, he slides into their car, waiting for Sam to emerge, and there’s a stunning, immaculate lotus flower waiting on the dash.
It’s almost pure white, pink creeping in just at the very edges and painting the tips of each petal. He knows that this isn’t something he can keep this time. He would crush it in his bag and the petals will wilt and it won’t stay perfect. But it’s beautiful in a way that squeezes the very heart of him.
Thank you Cas. It’s a silent thought that he sends out, and he doesn’t know if Castiel can hear it, if he wants to hear it, but he means it.
^ this person’s rec didn’t disappoint.
Supernatural, High School AU, Destiel.
Author: highermagic Rating: NC-17 Length: ~9.5k overall
A trio made of:
Punch Drunk Love - PG-15, 2.5k, Summary: A teenage human AU in which Castiel asks his best friend to teach him how to kiss. Well, he didn’t actually ask – Dean offered. Which is weird ‘cause Castiel is pretty sure he’s very definitely straight.
Knock me out - NC-17, 2.7k, Sumarry: Castiel’s just had his date but, in his words, ‘she wasn’t really into it’. Dean, like any good friend, tries to figure out how it might have gone wrong.
Wanna mess around - NC-17, 4.3k, Summary: Dean and Cas have been dating for two days and Castiel might be having a little trouble keeping his hands to himself. Not that Dean’s complaining.
Review: Overall, very good. ngh, very good. Fuckload of sexual tension especially in the first two where it’s all can’t-let-myself-get-too-excited-he’s-straight-ness. If you’re picky about your porn, which we kinda are here, you may get a little irked later on at things like table heights and kitten analogies during sexytimes, but it’s still worth reading at least the first one.
(Source: bulletinthechest)
Supernatural, AU, Sabriel (with some Destiel on the side)
Author: mia6363 Rating: NC-17 (only at the end though) Length: 8.2k
Summary: The night Gabriel sat down across from him, Sam had been looking for life’s answers in a stained napkin.
Review: A sweet, slightly rambling story. Sam is kinda like Sam Wesson, life so dull he’s started to lose it. Gabriel and Cas make fireworks for a living. There’s a cool piece of music linked in it that fits the fic perfectly, pretty and lovely and slightly odd but good.
Pre-s4 canon, Mute!Dean, Wincest, angst
Author: jonny-vrm (formerly elmo_loves_me ?) Rating: NC-17
Length: Can’t find a word count but it took me about 3 1/2 hours to read.
Author Summary: After Sam pulls Dean out of Hell, Dean stops talking. It takes a week for Sam to convince Dean to open his mouth so Sam can check that his tongue hasn’t been cut out. It takes two weeks for Sam to accept that Dean really isn’t talking. Then it takes a week of silence, the two of them sitting in the Impala like ventriloquist dummies, sitting in motel rooms like human taxidermy, before Sam decides to start talking for the both of them.
Review: This fic is from Sam’s POV and is well written & compelling. It has an interesting plotline developing Sam and Dean and how Dean recovers-ish from hell and the slow finding out of why he’s mute. They also go on two hunts which are well-done cases in themselves. But if you want fluff or happiness, back away. I basically felt sad/angsty the whole way through and welled up a few times on top of that - though it’s a testament to the fic that I kept reading, and it was worth it. There is a happy ending, thank goodness.
College!AU Destiel, College-Radio-presenter!Cas
Rating: M Word Count: 33k - WIP, last updated 2nd May.
Author’s Summary: AU!College: Dean’s just started University, and he’s finding it hard to adjust. His only relief comes in listening to the mysterious show ‘Angel’s Demons’ on the Uni radio where a man known only as Angel becomes his only friend without even knowing Dean
Review: Me gusta. It’s got more depth than your average college AU in Dean and Cas’ characters and also character relationships in the sense that it adds new ideas I haven’t seen in this setting before to the usual characterisation. That said, I felt that sometimes they were a little too OOC. However, the plot makes up for that. Seriously, at one point I lost the ability to can and was just failing going nononoohmygodholyshit at my screen. [disclaimer: this was in the early hours of the morning though haha]. It’s not been left at too cliffhanger-y a point in terms of it being a WIP, which is good for now.
Also it has a tumblr you can follow it on.
ETA: since I scheduled this there’s been an update. Chapter 22 has warnings both for triggers and the end of lovely crack chapters in favour of getting-down-to-business. I’ll keep reading and see how it goes, but the stuff about Cas revealed in this chapter, while interesting and pretty original, just seems so un-Cas-like.
Enjoy, world!
- Shadow on the Wall - SPN Dean/Sam+Castiel, voyeurism, frottage
- [X-Men: First Class] Safe Against You (Erik/Charles, sleeping and dreaming)
- Not Covered by Our Insurance - SPN, Cas/Dean, Terrible Life!verse, frottage
- Demons Made Them Do It - SPN, Dean/Cas, dubcon, forced sex, humiliation
- Change Places - Dean/Cas, wings, hurt/comfort, claiming
- At the Onsen - Dean/Cas, water, fingers, voices
- Something about Anal Beads I Guess - Cas/Dean, beads, dirty talk
