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[halfblood-princes-crown]

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[reddje]

[frownyalfred]

shoutout to the girlies reading in one fandom and writing in another one. you're braver than any US marine.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i love commenting on other authors' fics because i know how good it feels to get comments, and everytime i do it i grin a little knowing that i'm giving someone else that feeling.

[sschmendrick]

I know people push to keep commenting on fics you like to show the author your appreciation for their work but guys...I've posted 3 long comments on one chapter already cause I'm re-read a great fic. This feels like too much. I'm almost live blogging my re-read in my comments.

Fic authors, how many comments on one chapter by the same person is too much ?

Also I sooo want to make art for this fic but art is so hard I had forgotten

[youchangedmedestiel]

As promised I said I'll give you fic recs to celebrate the fact that I have more than 100 followers now. Again, thanks a lot! This makes me happy! :)

So now, here's my gift to you:

Every fucking fic by xylodemon

The writing is always perfect! I'm not kidding, this is my favorite writer so far! I've never been disappointed by their fics. NEVER! I haven't finish to read all of them but I certainly attend to.

Fics written by deancaskiss

If you like reading about Cas and Dean "just" kissing, then you should try reading those, if you haven't done it yet. I haven't read all of them yet, I read only around 10 fics for now, but same I'll attend to read more.

Then, more specifically:

Blackberries Wild by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canon divergent after 13x12, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief mention of suicidal ideation - around 2500 words

This is so well written, the descriptions are everything, especially the ones for the kisses. It could totally happened like that. It's very true to their character if you ask me.

a kiss for every season (literally) by sobsicles and it is also available as a podfic here read by Scintillating Gatria (LadyLoralye) Canon typical level of violence, Canon Compliant, Brief Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kisses, Smut - around 22000 words

The title says it all, a kiss between Cas and Dean happens every season and since there's never enough kisses between these two, that fic is therefore perfect.

People Who Are Good Like Pie by sobsicles Blowjob, NSFW, Castiel is a Little Shit, Dean is In Over His Head, Flustered Dean, Confused Dean, Creatively ties eating pie into sex, Sounds disgusting but it's really not I promise, it's hilarious, fluff and porn - around 1800 words

And it is indeed hilarious imo as well as very hot. It's short and easy to read, really different from the above. But it's human!cas and I'm weak for him in a sense that there is so much potential with him in a fic and that I love him.

You and I Know the Way by aishitara Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series, Canon Compliant through 15x18, Fluff, a smidgen of angst, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Mentions of Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort - around 4300 words

There is human!cas in there too, so yeah I'm sold. Plus some amazing, beautiful, stunning art from winchester-reload is included in the fic so it's even more perfect. This is smut yes, but, BUT you can really see all the love there is between them and that fucks me up. That's the type of porn that makes me cry. I never thought I could say that about porn one day. But maybe it's because it isn't, this is just LOVE!

Humans Do It Better by Hatteress Episode: s06e10 Caged Heat (Supernatural), Excessive Drinking, Light Angst, First Kiss, Second more heated kiss, Kinda Funny.

I invented the tags here because it isn't on AO3. I need to mention this fic because it was like one of the first fics I read. It was more than a year ago and I still remember it. Maybe because I wished it had a next FUCKING chapter. I want to read more about it. I want to see what happened when they meet again later. I want to see what's going on in Dean's mind the next morning when he realized what he did, thinking about how he corrupted a fucking angel. Feeling guilty about it because it's Dean. I - I, maybe I'll fucking write this second chapter one day. But I don't know if it's a thing, you know, writing a sequel to someone else's fic.

Anyway, I hope you'll like reading those if it's not already done. I for sure have more fics to recommend but I have to save some for the 200 followers I guess lmao. One can dream.

BUT if you need specific fics, like from an episode in particular for example, you can still ask me because I sort them by episode tag too.

[bring-backup-99]

Did not have a praise kink until I started posting on AO3. 😭

[star4daisy]

I need someone to slap me in the face everytime I change from the fic doc to tumblr lmao

[gasolineghuleh]

Ties That Bind

Short and sweet commission for @copiousloverofcopia, the best darndest Prime Mover for our Second-hoe's!

cw: breeding, pregnancy mentions, light BDSM, light cheek slapping

“Are you always this breathless, tesoro?” Papa Emeritus the Second asks, his gloved hand firm on your chin as his thumb strokes the hollow of your cheek. You huff with indignation as well as you can around the ball gag in your mouth, expressing your attitude as well as you can with your eyebrows instead. Papa chuckles, gripping your face tightly for a moment before releasing you and allowing you to pull back and settle back onto your haunches once more. He’s had your hands behind your back bound with his tie for what seems like hours now, but you can’t tell. Have you cum through your panties yet…? No? Then it can’t be too long…

“Hmprmph,” you grumble up at him, flexing your fingers behind your back and readjusting your knees where they rest on the serpent green pillow, cushioning you from the cold stone floor of Papa’s chambers. Papa tuts and coos in faux sympathy, frowning and leaning over towards you, the leather of his chair creaking with the movement. He leans close enough that you can smell his cologne even through your own arousal and the incense smoldering on the corner of his desk. Papa loves to create a sensual and sense-overwhelming scene for you recently, and his addition of smells has only ratcheted the arousal up. 

“You know I love seeing you like this, don’t you, Sister?” he says into your ear, painted lips brushing delicately against you and causing the hair to rise on the back of your neck. His voice is a low growl and it goes directly to your cunt— something he approves of with a dark chuckle as you visibly shift and roll your hips towards a point of contact. Papa’s hand drops to your shoulder and he sweeps your hair behind your back, caressing you gently with his fingertips and watching goosebumps rise in their wake. “So tender. So beautiful.” 

“Mm?” you prompt, tilting your head back to better see the man above you. Your eyes meet and your heart throbs with sudden affection— he’s a part of you almost as much as you’re a part of him. 

“Oh, yes, tesoro… seeing you sitting here at my left hand like this, it’s enough to…” Papa huffs out an aroused breath before leaning closer and drawing his nose across your collarbone. You lift your head even more to allow him access, moaning softly at the desired contact. His tongue follows after his nose, skating across your sweat dappled skin as he groans his desire for you. 

“Mm-mmph! Ah-ah,” you say, in an awkward attempt to voice his title. Papa sits up and smiles down at you, running his gloved fingers delicately though your hair in a soothing motion. 

“My little pet can’t talk when she’s muzzled, can she?” You shake your head emphatically, fighting the urge to smile around the ball gag. The two of you often engage in BDSM scenes, but even so, it’s sometimes difficult to lean into the role and forget your true love and affection for the man you’ve wed. “I’m sure we’re not missing much, hm?” Papa pats your cheek hard, relishing in the hollow sound it makes against your open mouth. 

Another sound of urgent tinged pleasure escapes your mouth around the gag, and a thick line of saliva dribbles from the corner of your mouth. You grumble to yourself in indignation and swipe your face against your upper bicep as well as you can. Papa laughs slightly above you before leaning over and unclasping the gag behind your head, allowing the ball to fall free and thud to the floor. You breathe out heavily and tense your jaw, working the muscles for a moment before you meet his eyes. “Are you going to fuck me now, or what?” 

“Always with a quip, Sister,” Papa says, a sparkle of love in his eyes even as he teases you. He motions with a hand for you to stand up, reaching out to support you by your upper arms as you struggle to your feet, hands still bound behind your back with his silken tie. There’s enough give to the bindings that you could probably, in time, loosen them enough to slip free— but where’s the fun in that?

“Would you truly love me if I wasn’t?” Standing up, you’re still not quite eye to eye with your Papa— the top of your head comes to his chin, and you have to tilt your head back slightly in a show of defiance to meet his eyes. The white eye meets yours with a spark of electricity that goes directly to your cunt and you feel yourself clench with the desire to be filled, the liquid heat pooling in your belly. 

“Perhaps,” he replies with a sly smile, taking a step forward and entering your personal space. His arm slips around your back with ease, hand pressing against the small of your back and tucking you against his body. Finally, blissfully, his lips meet yours and you both sigh in pleasure. Papa’s tongue sweeps against your lower lip and you part for him, letting him control the kiss and leaning against him. 

“Papa, will you take me?” you ask against his lips when he breaks the kiss, hardly daring to let air between the two of you lest it break the moment. “I want to feel you… I’ve been so good.” Papa nods in approval before capturing your mouth with his again. Another firm kiss and his arms have slipped between your own, lifting you with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist on instinct, gasping in surprise as he turns and sets you down on his desk. 

“Tesoro, can I take you here?” Papa leans in, his cock already straining against his pants as his lips press eagerly against the column of your neck. It’s all you can do to nod, watching as the man you love practically comes apart at the seams in his sudden desperation to fuck you. His hands scrabble at the belt at his waist and soon enough his cock pops free, swollen and hard, the head purple and already leaking pre-cum. “Going to fill you, Sister. Would you like that?” 

“Sathanas yes,” you plead, spreading your legs for him as well as you can, hooking them around either side of the oaken desk. He hums in approval, gripping his cock and stroking the length of it as he watches you, his eyes firmly on your own. Papa’s eyes flutter in pleasure as he strokes himself for you, his breaths already coming quick and shallow. He stops with visible difficulty, grunting as he leans towards you and reaches behind you, tugging the tie free with an easy movement. 

“Back,” he commands, pushing you down onto the desk with a firm hand on your shoulder. You fold easily enough, allowing him to press you down until you’re on your back, legs spread wide for him. Another moment later and his cock is already pressing at your entrance, dragging through the evidence of your arousal as he taps the head of his cock against your clit. You jerk in pleasure and gasp, your hands already reaching above your head for the other edge of the desk for purchase. When he’s this worked up, there’s no telling how hard he’ll fuck into you. 

“Take me, Papa,” you urge, watching in breathless desire as his pupils blow black. 

“Good girl, tesoro… Spread for your Papa. Come closer.” You obey eagerly, scooting down the desk a little bit until his hands on your inner thighs stop you. “You want this, don’t you? So good for me…” His voice trails off as he drags his cock against your entrance again, finally sliding home inside of you with a long and slow thrust. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, your eyes sliding shut as you feel his cock open you. The first thrust of his cock pushes the air from your lungs and your eyes snap open, watching as he leans over you and plants his hands on either side of your face. Papa is already fucking you hard and fast, exactly how he likes it, and the sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated only by your moans and his grunts of exertion. 

“Taking it like such a good girl, aren’t you?” he says as he presses himself inside of you, his hips snapping against yours in a quick rhythm. You nod, gasping as his cock punctuates his words with a sharp thrust. “Answer your Papa, or I won’t fill you.” 

“Yes! You feel- so good, Papa! Hell sent,” you manage to get out, your hands gripping the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grasp. Papa’s hand falls to your clit and he rubs the small bundle of nerves quickly as his cock drives into you. 

“So- fucking- good, Sister!” He punctuates each word with another sharp thrust before stilling, and you can feel his cock as it pulses inside of you, filling you with cum. Papa leans over you heavily, his hips still rolling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, thumb still rolling over your clit. When you cum around his cock he grunts, your hips moving and milking him inside of you perfectly until both of you are spent and breathing heavily in tandem. 

“Papa-”

“Sister-” The two of you start speaking at the same time. He laughs and takes another deep breath, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back and slipping out of you, tucking his cock away gently into his pants. “You are-”

“The perfect Prime Mover” you supply before he can even finish his sentence. He laughs but nods with agreement, sitting back in his office chair heavily without doing up his belt or zipper. You cross your legs at the ankles and bring them up to your chest, laying contentedly on his desk. When he arches a domineering eyebrow at you you explain, “You want progeny, don’t you?” 

“Ah, si, si.” He flaps a hand towards you and laughs, rubbing his mouth with a gloved hand in sudden embarrassment as a flush tinges his cheeks under the white paint. “Our first… and how magnificent he will be.” Papa reaches out a hand and lays it on your belly before looking up at you and meeting your eyes. “Truly, you are a treasure, Sister.” 

[thesuntoashadow]

GAY

This is art for my fic which borrows the name of my blog

[frownyalfred]

no one has more BDE than the fandom author who comes back after 5+ years to update their abandoned WIP.

[centersy]

@ all of you

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

Tag the fic author that makes you go

I’m gonna go first @more-than-tender-curiosity :)

[youchangedmedestiel]

Warm and soft skin

(You can also find this ficlet below on AO3)

Every once and a while, when Dean comes back from a bad hunt or when Cas is struggling with his brothers and sisters, they do it. Sometimes it’s just because they want to – need to – because they seek for warm, comforting and tender touches. Some other times it’s just about being, being together, being happy and being there for each other.

Today, Dean asks for it. Not for any particular reason, he just wanted to, because it’s been too long since last time in his opinion. So, he approaches Cas in the kitchen. The angel is drying the clean dishes when Dean presses himself against his back, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried into the crook of his neck.

“I need you, Cas.” Dean whispers, his lips brushing at Cas’s soft skin just below his ear. And Cas understands instantly what Dean means. This has been their way to ask for it since the first day it happened. And it occurred so naturally.

Cas puts the plate and the cloth he had in his hands down on the kitchen counter and turns around. Dean lets him, barely moving away and slightly opening his arms, he closes them back around Cas’s waist as soon as he faces him.

The angel kisses his lips softly as he reaches for Dean’s arms surrounding him. He disentangles them and takes Dean’s hand in his. He pulls him out of the kitchen towards Dean’s room. He opens the door and makes sure they both entered fully before closing it behind them.  

Cas lets Dean’s hand fall from his, he knows they’ll touch again soon. Plus they need it to fully undress. Dean is naked first since Cas has a lot more layers to get rid of. He slides in the bed under the covers, waiting for Cas. The angel takes off his boxer briefs and drops them on the floor with the rest of their clothes as he walks towards the bed.

He settles next to Dean under the covers. He doesn’t have the time to lie back properly that Dean is already shifting closer. Cas smiles and faces the man beside him. He gets closer too, taking Dean into his arms, feeling the warm of his soft skin against his own.

He also perceives his heartbeat against his chest. He slides one arm under Dean’s head and lets his fingers tangling with his soft little hairs at the back of his neck. He knows Dean love when his nails scrap his scalp so he starts doing it while his other arm goes for Dean’s back. He flexes it to press Dean’s body closer to his. Then his hand travels up and down the strong muscles of Dean’s back. It’s soothing, warm and soft and this is all Dean wanted. His left arm is folded between them with his hand resting flat against Cas’s bare chest, his face buried under his chin, and his right hand on Cas’s hip while his thumb is stroking the soft skin there.

From time to time, Cas kisses his forehead, his hand grabs Dean’s shoulder, and presses him closer tightly, or his other hand strokes Dean's butt cheeks. There is no sexual undertone to their naked cuddles. There never was. Because this is not about that. This is about touch, skin-to-skin contact.

For Dean, it’s especially about feeling Cas there with him after losing him so many times. And for Cas, it’s about being asked and being able to do this, to see Dean this vulnerable. He is even more vulnerable that way than when they have sex. This is pure intimacy, this is one of their ways to show their love to the other. And those tender touches happen whenever one of them needs it. It can last two minutes like it can two hours. The one asking for this is the one who chooses how long he needs to feel the other’s warm and soft skin against his own.

[halfblood-princes-crown]

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