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tsujiharu · 2 years

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It’s Media Bang Season!!!

I’m excited to let you all know that I’m participating in this year’s @spn-mediabigbang with the ridiculously talented Robbie, AKA truecolours412!!!!

Today I get to share a bit of a sneak peek with you all (along with some of Robbie’s gorgeous art). If you enjoy it, don’t forget to check out the full fic and art when posting begins in December!

Cas’ photos are beautiful. They’re slightly grainy, likely from the film being left undeveloped for so long, but it doesn’t detract from the overall image. Out of the eight or so that are enlarged, most are townscapes: smiling people from afar, a cat wandering through a farmers market, a sunset caught between buildings. Dean sees a number of nature photographs, too. Each reflecting a moment of quiet—sunlight filtering through a thick layer of trees, the stillness of the air before a sunrise.

His focus drifts to a photo of a family. A mother and father with three young kids in the distance, sitting at a picnic table by a lake. They’re doused in sunlight, matching their equally beaming smiles. A picture-perfect image of a happy family. The lake sparkles, slightly out of focus behind the family, and you can see the outline of waves that ripple across the surface. Trees cast dark lines of shadows across the ground between the family and the camera, creating a stark juxtaposition in lighting between the foreground and background.

“They’re years old. Thankfully a friend held onto them for me while I—I looked for a place to settle down, but it’s impossible to keep the film pristine for so long.” Cas explains, timidly.

Dean shakes his head. “No, they’re great. You have a lot of range, man. I love the way you have this one set up with the shadows.” He lightly taps the photo with the family, turning to smile encouragingly at Cas.

The edges of Cas’ lips curl up nervously. “Thank you, Dean.”

He takes his time to examine each photo, making quick comments on each one as he goes, but keeps coming back to the family.

“When did you take this one?” he asks, holding it gently at the edge.

Cas takes the other end and studies the photo. After a brief moment, he answers.

“Right after graduating from college. Around the time I came out to my parents.” His voice is even, but there’s a hollowness to it.

The nagging feeling that keeps pulling Dean back to this photo settles into place.

“Oh.”

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #spn fanart #destiel #destiel fanart #destiel fanfic #deancas #deancas fanart #deancas fanfic #photographer castiel #spn media big bang #art preview #fic preview

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frosthexe · 2 years

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The Shadow in the Corner - MalMuses - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

As a high-ranking member of the Men of Letters, Lord Dean Winchester is overqualified to be investigating strange phenomena at a seaside photography studio. But since the photographer is related to the organization’s most powerful sorcerer, Dean reluctantly boards a steam dirigible to Brighton.

Castiel Novak is haunted by a shadow that appears in some of his recent portraits. In each case, the subject died within days of the sitting. Does he have his grandfather’s gift of foresight, or has he somehow caused the deaths?

As Dean and Cas search for answers, their investigation draws them together in a most improper way—but it seems the evil presence in the studio may not be their only enemy…

#fic rec #destiel #steampunk #lord dean winchester #photographer castiel #men of letters #cross dressing #minor angst #bamf everyone

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octoberclidan · 6 months

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Dances with Team Free Will - Dean

Request: So the boys probably never had the opportunity to go to school dances, right? I mean in that one episode about when Dean was living in that boys' home I think he was about to go to homecoming and then John showed up to pick him up.

So what if reader throws a sort of mini prom/homecoming for each member (separately) of tfw? How would each one react?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Masterlist

Sam's version

Castiel's version

Note: full disclaimer, school dances aren't really a thing in my country, so I don't really know what they're like, but I've done my best!

Story:

"Are you serious?" [Y/N] asked, her mouth open in surprise as she sat opposite the two Winchester brothers. They were in the kitchen of the bunker, having just arrived home from a successful and short ghost hunt.

"I came close to going to one once. But then Dad showed up and it was time to move on", Dean shrugged as he took a sip from his beer.

"Yeah, they weren't really high up on the list of Dad's priorities", Sam said. "We usually went to school and then came straight home, didn't really get involved in anything else, or unnecessary, as he said".

"Didn't help to get to involved anyway, made it harder to move on. We never stayed in one school for long", Dean added. "I don't think I would've liked it anyway, they seem kinda lame".

"That's so sad", [Y/N] shook her head, imagining a younger version of Dean getting all dressed up and ready to go to a normal school dance, imagining him feeling nervous and excited, just for John to show up and put an end to it.

"Hey", Dean pointed his beer bottle at her. "Don't pity us," he took another sip before smirking at her. "You got any pictures from your school dances?" Sam sat up straight at Dean's question, now much more interested in this topic of conversation. They both looked at her expectantly as her eyes widened slightly.

"There is no way in hell I am showing you any photos from my teenage years, no, forget it". She shook her head head and stood up from the table, both of them feigning exaggerated looks of hurt and disappointment. "I'm gonna go have a shower and then go to bed, I'll see you both in the morning". She rolled her eyes at them but made sure to give them a smile before leaving the kitchen and making her way to the showers, leaving them sniggering to themselves.

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She spent her time in the shower wondering about what Dean would have been like in high school. Neither of the boys really talked about their childhoods much. She knew that Dean was four and that Sam was just a baby when Mary died and when John had taken them out onto the road. She knew that Dean practically raised Sam and that they both started hunting much younger than they should have. She didn't know what their day to day lives had been like though. She wondered if Dean ever did his homework, if he had had been as confident and charming as he was now, back then. She wondered what his teachers thought of him, or how well he did with exams. She wondered if he'd ever had to deal with weird stages of growth spurts, his voice breaking, acne, being rejected by the girls he'd asked out. She wondered if he'd ever had friends in school, or if he kept himself separate from his classmates.

After she'd wrapped herself up in a towel, she made her way to her bedroom. She paused as her door came into view; it was ajar and the light was on. She definitely hadn't left the light on or the door open earlier, so she slowly walked towards it, carefully pushing the door open further. Her mouth dropped when she found Dean sitting on her bed, her old box of childhood belongings open and photographs scattered all over the bed, two of them in Dean's hands. His head snapped up to see her and he immediately looked like a guilty child who'd been caught stealing a cookie after been told he was allowed to have any. "Dean Winchester", she frowned at him. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"I uh, I guess I lost track of time", he smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged, but made no move to put the photos down. "Do you think you could've fit any more bracelets on your arm?"

"Give me that", she marched over, still using one hand to keep her towel secure around her, and snatched the photos out of his hands with her other. She glanced down to see what he was looking at and groaned. There she was, fifteen years old, when she didn't know there was such a thing as 'too many accessories'. She glared at him as she shoved them back into the box and quickly started to gather up the rest. "It was fashionable at the time", she mumbled.

"I'm sure it was", he chuckled.

"These are private, Dean", she sighed. She knew she'd probably find it funny in the morning, but in that moment she was annoyed at him. When he saw that she wasn't smiling, he was quick to drop his own smile, and he reached for her arm.

"Hey, hey I'm sorry. I was just curious to see what you were like back then, I didn't mean to embarass you", she didn't look back at him as she placed the lid on the box and shoved it back onto the corner of her desk where he'd found it. "Tell me how I can make it up to you", he said before she turned back around. A smile crept across her face and she slowly turned around. Once Dean saw the look on her face he instantly regretted what he'd just offered. "Within reason", he quickly added.

"Go get changed into your FBI suit and meet me in the Dean Cave in an hour", she folded her arms across her towel, waiting for his response.

"Why?"

"No questions. This is how you make it up to me, now go".

Dean begrudgingly stood up from the bed and gave her a suspicious look as he left her room, closing the door behind him. Once he was gone, she immediately got to work.

***

She'd managed to get dressed quickly, throwing on a dress she'd bought for a case where they had to go to a fancy party. She'd put on some light makeup and had dried her hair, putting it up to make herself look a bit more dressed up. She had then done her best to 'decorate' the Dean Cave, which really just consisted of putting up some of the less 'Christmassy' Christmas decorations that she'd found in the bunker before, like some old gold and silver tinsel, and hanging up a bit of mistletoe. Dean kept a record player in the corner of the room, and she turned it on to fill the room with music. She turned the lights down low just before there was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door, looking up to find Dean looking down at her, looking handsome as usual in his suit. He took a step back and looked her up and down before catching her eyes again and raising an eyebrow at her. "Wanna tell me what we're doing?" She smiled but didn't answer, instead holding out her hand for him. Hesitating slightly, but deciding not to ask again, he took her hand and let her pull him into the room.

She kept her eyes on his face as he looked around the room, taking everything in. She watched as the light reflecting from the tinsel sparkled in his eyes, and the crinkles of the sides of his eyes made an appearance as he chuckled. He looked down at her in amusement, about to poke fun at her, but he stopped himself when he saw how she was trying to hold in her excitement. "Do you like it?" She asked him, and he suddenly saw a sliver of that fifteen year old girl in the photo he'd found earlier.

"Shouldn't we be dancing?" He smiled at her and pulled her hand up to his shoulder. She quickly reached her other hand up to his other shoulder, and he placed his hands on her waist as they began to sway to the music as a soft, slower song played. "So this is what your school dances were like, huh?"

"Not exactly", she giggled, "they were usually in a much bigger hall, with a lot more people, adult supervision, and much, much better decorations".

"I dunno", Dean said as they slowly danced in circles around the room. "I'm a fan of these decorations". He stopped moving and started to sway them side to side in one spot, smirking as he glanced up above them. She followed his line of sight and blushed as she realised he'd spotted the mistletoe and had been working on dancing them over to it. His hands lowered to her hips and he pulled her closer. "Is mistletoe a common decoration at school dances?"

"Not exactly", she looked back to his face to find that his eyes were focused on hers. He glanced down to her lips briefly before she spoke again. "We don't exactly have a lot of party decorations lying around".

"Mmm", he mumbled in agreement, not really paying attention to anything other than how beautiful she looked in her dress, and thinking about how lucky he was to have someone in his life who wanted to do stuff like this for him. He'd always been so focused on making sure that Sam had as many normal experiences as possible, he wasn't used to someone doing the same for him. In this moment, he wasn't a hunter, Heaven and Hell and angels and demons were nowhere close to his thoughts. In this moment he was just a guy dancing with a girl he liked, and he was hoping she'd hung up the mistletoe as a hint as he took his chance.

He leaned down before he could change his mind, and pressed his lips to hers. She immediately closed her eyes as her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck. He pulled back to gauge her reaction and she opened her eyes. "Was that okay?" He felt like a teenager who'd just had his very first kiss. He felt weirdly nervous, like her response meant more than anything. She smiled and him and nodded.

"More than okay", she pulled him back down for another kiss and he slid his hands back to rest just above her ass as she carded her fingers through his hair. They continued to sway to the music as Dean slipped his tongue out and [Y/N] opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss. They made out for awhile, moving their hands to feel each other's shoulders, face, neck, hair, waist, and arms as the music played through several different songs. Finally, [Y/N] pulled away with a sigh and leaned her head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He held her head firmly against his chest and rested his chin on top of her head.

"Thank you", he whispered, only just audible above the music. "This definitely wasn't lame".

The end

Sam's version

Castiel's version

Dean Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @k-slla @lyarr24 @candy-coated-misery0731 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @angelwiththeshotgun @pizzagirlxnsfwx

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 9 months

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DEAN WINCHESTER

[0.8k] wake me up before you go to bed : dean comes home to find a note from you taped by the bed.

[1.3k] touch : the first three times dean touched you.

[2.3k] photographs : when dean goes to hell, you realize you have almost no pictures of him. when he comes back, you take pictures every chance you get.

[3.0k] photographs (pt.2) : when dean disappears after killing dick, you're glad you took so many photos.

[1.8k] i lost my y/n : based on s15e13; when another sam and dean pop into the bunker, you learn how that dean lost his version of you.

[3.5k] facetime : you and dean facetime whenever he goes on a hunt, but things go south when he and sam are miles away.

[1.8k] hitched before the pit : it started when the djinn made dean realize he was in love with you and ends with you holding your dead husband in your arms.

[1.7k] another classic rock fan : a broken jukebox leads dean to a woman who's so much like him that she sweeps him off his feet.

[2.0k] sick of missing you : dean thought he had to let you go, but now he’s so sick of missing you.

[0.6k] love language : you’ve never said it, neither has he…is that weird?

[1.1k] too hot to argue : dean’s mad you were reckless during a hunt, but your lips just look so damn kissable!

[1.1k] lost comfort : dean hurt you when he was a demon, now it’s hard to sleep next to him.

[2.7k] showed me : dean helps you up your flirting game, but there’s really only one set of eyes you want on you.

[0.9k] birthday pie : you celebrate his birthday even when he’s gone.

[0.4k] privilege : a (belated) birthday drabble

[2.1k] too many beds : you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

[1.9k] comfort crowd : dean just needs you next to him

[1.9k] poems : dean searches your room when you’re missing, and the love letters he finds break his heart

CASTIEL

[1.5k] birth plan : you're pregnant with castiel's baby...or is it babies?

#by jean #by mind empty just fictional people #by mind empty just fictional people #<-#no clue why these seem to be two different tags? but they take you to different stories 🤷‍♀️

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gilverrwrites · 3 months

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Castiel NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Castiel / GN!Reader

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: to give yourself time to rest.

Warning: Very brief mention of non/dub-con. Cas is kinda pervy and I love that for him.

Wants to and will deliver the most excellent and diligent aftercare, but you have to be vocal and specific about it. Communication is good, tell him what you need, and he will do it, everytime.

Actually prefers receiving oral over giving. Don’t get it twisted, he thoroughly enjoys the effect it has on you, and will do it over and over for you, but it’s a sensory thing. There’s just so many particles, and molecules on his tongue, it can be overwhelming.

Incidentally like A++ when it comes to dirty talk. He doesn’t really have a filter so he will have no problem telling you what he likes, how he’s feeling. Will check on you aften.

Does that feel good? Do you enjoy when I touch you like this? You look so beautiful when you cum for me. I love the way you feel around me.

However, until/unless you teach him the slang terms and how to use them, he will refer to most body parts by their anatomical names.

Is a top, but is very open to experimentation. Is happy to and enjoys bottoming/being pegged.

A switch, with predominately dom tendances.

Taking charge comes easily to him, and he can be very impatient/intolerant of having his orders disobeyed. Bratty behavior can be fun for him, if you’re into that sort of thing, but prefers service subs who will do as told and do it well. But does not like to be the boss all the time. He likes it when you top him, especially for slow, sensual sex. If you’re more experienced than him and can show him new positions or foreplay.

On the subject of positions, top 3: Face-off, cowgirl, and seashell.

Art by Emily Schiff-Slater

Will ask/scold you to keep your eyes open and look at him frequently. Really enjoys watching your expressions/reactions, particularly your eyes.

Doesn’t like to restrain you with ropes and the likes, but does like using his body and/or his grace to pin you down and have his way with you.

Let him hold you down, get nice and deep inside, then look up at him with glazed eyes and let out a whimper; he may just cum on the spot.

Can and will go for hours if you let him, stamina is not an issue for him.

Especially for cock-warming. On the rare occasion he has downtime, he will happily spend all day with you on his lap, cock inside you just idly chatting, examining and teasing you as you gradually get more wound up and needy for him.

His wings and the space around their base (in between the shoulder blades) are highly sensitive. Just the brush of your finger is enough to get him riled up.

You have to inform him that it’s found upon to discuss your sex life unprompted with other people. Unless that doesn’t bother you.

Dean: Where the hell were you man?!? We’ve been prayin’! Cas: I heard you. I was busy engaging in coitus with [name]. ____ Sam: Cas I’m trying to explain something here, what is so important on your phone? Cas: [name] has sent me a photograph of their [redacted], I am uncertain of the best way to respond.

Does not particularly like sexting, as he finds it hard to concisely convey his thoughts through text. BUT he does get a thrill out of seeing and having your nudes be so easily accessible and for his eyes only.

Seldom masturbates but does watch a lot of porn. It’s for “research” in “understanding humans”. Totally not for inspiration.

If you suggest making your own DIY porn, he will jump on it. There may be some technical teething issues, but he is determined not to let that stop you. Would film it from the nightstand of something, not POV as he still wants to get lost in the moment and not have to worry about filming you from just the right angle.

Secretly a voyeur. Prior to any sexual/romantic relationship he may have ‘accidentally’ popped up and caught a glimpse (or more) of you, or his other human acquaintances getting their rocks of (be they alone, or with other people). During any relationship he likes watching you touch yourself, sometimes he’ll ask you to let loose and do it however you like, sometimes he prefers a more guided approach. So, telling you, where to touch, how much pressure, if and when you can reach your climax.

And of course, frottage/thigh riding. Watching you grind on him, per instruction, until you cum makes him giddy.

Very much enjoys a good cream pie. Typically, he’s not really into (his own) cum, it’s sticky and messy. But he cannot deny the rush of pride he feels when he see’s his own cum seeping out of you.

Is often commando, it just feels more freeing, and allows for easer access. Yes he could just use his angel mojo, but there’s something more fun and a little sordid about doing it himself, or better yet, having undress him.

Same goes for you. He prefers stripping you by hand. It allows him more time to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his, to tease all the points of you that he knows makes you squirm.

#supernatural imagine #supernatural reader insert #supernatural headcanons #spn headcanon #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel smut #gilverrwrites

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luulapants · 5 months

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The Fix - Chapter 1

Destiel | Rated E | WIP

Castiel’s eyes scanned the file once, quickly, then again more slowly, taking in every detail, starting to sort them into mental boxes: basic, irrelevant, potentially consequential, definitely consequential, exploitable.

Basic: Kansas Representative Dean Winchester, age 32. Republican. Brown hair, green eyes. Born in Lawrence, Kansas. Resident of Gypsum, Kansas, a suburb of Salina, with an apartment in Washington, DC. Appointed to his seat after the untimely death of his father, former representative John Winchester.

Irrelevant: Graduated from Brown University with a Bachelor’s in political science. Competitive skeet shooter. Classic car aficionado. Chose classic rock songs for all of his campaign rallies.

Potentially consequential: Married to a Lisa Winchester-Braeden, age 34, with a son, Ben, who was born healthy seven months after their wedding. She owned a wellness brand that operated more-or-less as a pyramid scheme. Mother, Mary Winchester, was murdered in a home invasion in 1981, which inspired her husband’s tough-on-crime political campaign.

Definitely consequential: Younger brother, Sam Winchester<, a liberal activist lawyer working with groups such as Greenpeace, The Green Party (a picture of him shaking hands with Ralph Nader), the ACLU, and The Innocence Project. Currently involved in a massive class action lawsuit against the Kansas Department of Corrections. Dean’s previous jobs were in the orbit of their father – his campaigns, his staff, more recently on the board of The Mary Winchester Foundation.

Exploitable: A single Polaroid photograph, stored in a black plastic sleeve, of Representative Winchester, naked face-down on a bed, hands bound and a blindfold tied at the back of his head, the penis of whoever took the photograph buried in his asshole.

Cas traced his thumb along the edge of the photograph, then carefully tucked it back into the sleeve. “So what’s the plan for him?” he asked.

Zachariah held his hands wide as if this were not his devising but rather an inevitability that had fallen into his lap, leaving him helpless but to receive it. “He’s young. Conservative. Politically viable.”

“And easy to control,” Cas supposed. He could see it, the whole trajectory they had planned for Mr. Dean Winchester. Today a representative. In a few years, he could be appointed to the senate when Brownback went for the governorship. He wondered if they would dare to lift a puppet like this any higher than that. A sex scandal waiting to happen. Or maybe that was where Cas came in.

Read the rest on AO3

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural fanfiction #the fix #supernatural politics au #I decided that alternating WIP updates might make me work better let's find out

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destieltropecollection · 11 months

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 24 | Firsts

Worth Waking Up For | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,565 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Morning After, One Night Stand, bottom!Dean Summary: The morning after a one-night stand, Dean and Cas hash out some differences in temperament.

A Most Wonderful Time | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 2,007 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Office Christmas Party, First Date Summary: Dean despised champagne and idle chit chat and stuffy corporate parties. He was here for one reason and one alone: to finally talk to his long time crush, Castiel Novak.

Ridden Hard | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,433 Main Tags/Warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Submissive Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Top Dean, Bottom Cas, First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Alpha Castiel tries to pick up an omega at a rut bar and gets fucked by a feisty omega for his trouble.

Like Something Holy | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,042 Main Tags/Warnings: religious imagery & symbolism, castiel can hear longing, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, oral sex, post godstiel arc Summary: Still struggling with the fallout of his Godstiel days, Cas breaks down after a hunt. Hearing Dean's longing behind the comfort of his words, they finally find some much needed closure.

it started with a photograph | @demonmary

Rating: No Rating Word Count: 3,821 Main Tags/Warnings: Closeted Dean Winchester, AU : Boarding School, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Kisses Summary: Not even twenty minutes prior, Cas had been curled in the corner of the hallway, tucked into his English studies. So many things had changed in such a remarkably short amount of time. And on top of that, Castiel was comfortable, joking with Dean and acting like this was alright. Like it was normal. Could it be?

Hunger Pains | @follows-the-bees

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,657 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Creature Castiel, stabbing, firsts, mutual pining, Summary: Castiel has been able to keep his hunger in check but now nothing can quite sate it, except perhaps his next-door neighbor and best friend Dean Winchester.

A Kind of Paradise | @viridiandecisions

Rating: Mature Word Count: 9,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Library, Librarian Castiel (Supernatural), Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Cat Owner Castiel (Supernatural), References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Flustered Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Self-Indulgent Book Recs, Flirting Via Books, Castiel Wears Glasses (Supernatural), US Midwest, Summer Summary: "Hello, Dean," Castiel rumbles at him, and God, the way his name sounds in Castiel's mouth. Dean could drop a rock down the well of that voice and never hear it hit bottom. "Charlie said you might stop by. Is there anything new I can help you find?" "I just wanted to check you out, uh—check these out. The books. For my brother. Sammy needs more books." Fuck Dean's life.

at the edge of chaos | @sharkfish

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,154 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Dinosaurs, Paleontologist Cas, Photographer Dean, Trans Dean Summary: They saw some dinosaurs in the fly-over the day before, so Dean knew he was really, actually, truly going to see real, actual, true dinosaurs, but he still almost drops his camera in the mud when the first stegosaurus comes out of the trees. Stunned, Dean says, “I’m going to win a Pulitzer.” Equally stunned, Cas says, “How do I go back to bones after this?”

you should floss more | @songliili

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 15,440 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dentist Castiel (Supernatural), Interior Designer Dean Winchester, Meet-Cute, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Date, idiots to lovers Summary: “You know I told you I had to book an appointment to a new dentist? Because the old one retired? Well I may or may not have said something huh inappropriate? Not on purpose! I swear!” “Dean. What did you do?” “Well, huh he- he said something about us being strangers or whatever and I- well, I said 'you’re not a stranger, you’ve been inside my mouth for 20 minutes!'” OR the one where Dean embarrasses himself at the dentist and still manages to get a date with the blue-eyed dentist.

For Evermore | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 110,572 Main Tags/Warnings: angst with a happy ending, childhood friends, reunion, mutual pining, underage drinking, panic attacks, top Castiel, bottom Dean, top Dean, bottom Castiel, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, soft Dean, single parent Dean, misunderstandings, hurt and comfort, virgin Castiel, Dean’s first time with a man Summary: There's no place like home. This was a line Castiel used to know by heart when he was a kid, watching The Wizard of Oz and believing fairytales were real. At thirty-one years old, he isn't a kid anymore, and it has been twelve years since he has known what home feels like. Twelve years. That's when his world had come crashing down and he had left his hometown, Holly Springs, with the broken pieces of what he once was to build a new life in San Francisco. But as circumstances force him to come back to the only place he swore he would never return to, Castiel is finally forced to face everything he once knew and loved. Especially when said everything is made of spring-green eyes and a stardust of freckles, wrapped in all the memories Castiel was not able to erase from his heart. After twelve years, Dean is as mesmerizing as Castiel remembers, but the scars of what was broken still run as deeply as the marrow of his bones, and Castiel will do everything he can to protect himself. After all, his favorite movie also taught him that 'until hearts can be made unbreakable,' he can’t listen to his own.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #firsts #day 24

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writeshite · 2 years

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Soldier boy 😩😩😩😩👌👌👌😍😍😍

If you write for him I’ll love you even more 🥺🥺🥺

Pose For Me

Summary:

“Damn, that was yummy,” he mutters, “You mind if I get another taste, sweetheart?” Your voice doesn’t come out, so instead, you nod, and he comes back in for another kiss; your hands come up to his face; the feeling of his beard is nice, as are his hands on your back. When you draw back again, he’s licking his lips, and you almost shy away, but he doesn’t let you.

Pairings:

Soldier Boy x Male!Reader

Tags:

Human Reader | Smut | Slight Praise Kink | Photographer Reader

Words: 1430

Author's Note:

It has been brought to my attention, that apparently, there are no male!reader fics for Soldier Boy, I'll have you all know, Dean Winchester tripped on his ass to Castiel so Soldier Boy could run. Plus look at him, seriously look at him 😏.

“And when you meet him, keep the conversation short. Don’t antagonize him; no small talk, no Super jokes. Take the photos, adjust, retake them, just do your job.”

You’d think that a Supe like the Soldier Boy would have some form of people skills, at least enough so you, the photographer for the day, don’t have to memorize countless rules on interacting with him. But apparently not. From the moment you’d stepped foot inside Vought, you’d been bombarded with various regulations and guidelines. You followed the Vought employee as she led you to Soldier Boy’s private quarters; when the doors opened, you breathed a sigh of relief when you found everything set up already. An area closest to his large windows had been tarped and a white backdrop hung in front of various photography equipment. The kitchenette and counter had food laid out, and all around the room were minor employees busying themselves with little tasks as they waited for Soldier Boy.

Vought commissioned today’s session; since Soldier Boy was in a new era, he needed new promotional content - toys, photos, videos, merchandise - anything that could get the company a dime. You’d brought some example photos you’d taken of the other Supes before as examples. You placed your belongings on one of the couches, and once Soldier Boy walked in, the employees all fanned out, leaving you and him; he stared down at you with a questioning look. You held out your hand, introducing yourself, “I’m your photographer, sir,” you explained to him.

He nodded, walking over to the backdrop; you shuffled his arm, so his shield was fully visible and moved back to the cameras; the lights flashed; you took several photos and gestured him over, “They all look the same,“ he grunted.

“I guess, but it’s best to have enough photos in case we need them,” you tell him. “They’re your signature poses, so we need a lot of them. How about we move to some other ones?”

Soldier Boy shrugs; he kneels on one leg, shield held up as though he were being attacked, and face glancing to the side. You countdown from three, and the lights flash again; you shake your head, the photos aren’t bad, but they aren’t good either. You move towards him, lifting his shield higher, and push him back slightly; he holds your arm in its place, eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” you mumble, “it’s just easier for me this way.”

“Gotcha,” he remarks. He releases your arm but doesn’t stop looking at you, and the photos have him staring into the camera, they work, but they also send a shiver down your spine. His gaze doesn’t let down; this time, when he comes to look at the results, he stands closer to you, hands coming up on yours, and he asks about the process and modern-day photography. With every question and answer, he shuffles closer to you and is practically towering over you, glancing down at the pictures; you, on the other hand, have your eyes on your shoes, which Soldier Boy takes notice of. His hand moves to your chin, tilting it up, “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Don’t take pride in your work?”

“Uh, no, sir, just never had anyone this close for inspection,” you reply. He laughs, thumb tracing a circle on your neck before he moves back; he sets his shield down, moving to the counter, he beckons you over for a break; you shrug and follow, though you don’t get to sit in a chair as Soldier Boy drags you into his lap. “Sir?!”

“None of that sir stuff, call me Ben,” he tells you, “Now shush, we’re taking a break, might as well get to know each other more intimately.” His hand squeezes your waist, “So, sweetheart, what’s a pretty boy like you doing working for Vought?”

He pushes a strawberry into your mouth; your eyes dart away a bit as you swallow, but he turns your chin to look at him, “Uh, gotta pay the bills, you know?” you shrug, “And it’s not so bad, I don’t officially work for them….” he pushes a blueberry past your lips, when you try to finish, he tsks you.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ben’s grip on your waist moves down to the top of your pants; you look away again, and he directs your gaze back to him, “Keep those eyes on me, pretty boy.”

You nod; he picks up another berry but puts it in his mouth, biting it gently; he turns to you, dangling it so close, he curls his finger, smiling. You bite your lip, gaze still on him, you lean forward, when you’re teeth graze the berry, his other hand pushes your neck, your eyes widen when you feel his lips on yours when you move back, and as you’re sitting there with your mind in a frazzle, Ben is grinning like a madman.

��The…the…the rest of the session,” you attempt, but he disregards your words, he stands, and you have no choice but to wrap your legs to keep your balance.

“Clever boy.” Your eyes dart away, and you bite your lip, “give us another kiss, won’t you?”

You peck him, and he praises you again, your stomach churns at his words, and you feel a buzz of joy when he does so. “You like that, don’t you?” Ben asks; he starts to walk, and you try to turn, but he calls back your attention, “no peeking, sweetheart - now answer my question - you like it when I compliment you, give you attention?”

The blood rushes down, “Yes.”

“Good.”

Then the world tilts, and you fall back onto something soft, your head touches pillows, and you glance around and realize you must be in Ben’s room. He’s hovering over you, arms by your head; he raises one of your legs, slinging it over his shoulder; he doesn’t avert his gaze as he pulls down your trousers. His hand runs up your other leg, pushing it slightly to the side; he takes your dick in his hand and runs his thumb up to the tip. You don’t get any warning before he deepthroats your cock; you moan, biting your lip to keep the noise down. Ben moves up, tongue dragging along your skin. Your head is tilted back on the pillows, and you're gripping the sheets tightly; when his head moves back down, his hand follows; his hand moves underneath, holding your dick as it moves up and down with his mouth until he brings you to orgasm. Your hand goes over your face as Ben licks the cum, then he pushes your legs higher, parting your buttcheeks; he dives in, chuckling when you squeal in surprise. When he grows bored of that, he substitutes his tongue for his fingers and puts his mouth to good use on your chest.

He bites one, pulling at it with his teeth, a wicked smile on his face when you whimper, he alternates between the two, and when he feels you’re open enough, he drives his dick in your ass. Your arms come around his back, nails digging into his skin as he plows forward. “Look at you, my good boy, taking me all in,” he says; you manage a shallow nod as his hand comes under your back, lifting you for a better grip. One of your legs is thrown over his shoulder, and he uses that to help him fuck you harder, the other one is around his waist, and you whimper with every thrust that reaches your g-spot. His stamina is extraordinary, and even when he’s exhausted the last orgasm from you, he’s still going, and all you can do is cling onto him until he finally cums.

He pants above you; your arms are still around him, but your hold is weak; when he moves, and his dick slips out you whimper. He drags you to him; his chest is warm, and you snuggle close, “Did I fuck you too hard, sweetheart?” When you groan in response, he snickers, “Good.”

End Note:

If you need me I'll be asleep cause it's like 3 in the morning. I hope you enjoyed reading this shite, stay hydrated 🫡

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