ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean:

ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean:

ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean replied to your post: Dean woke on a moan, arching lazily into Castiel’s touch. “Hmm, morning,” he murmured, smiling softly. He stretched head to toe and reached a hand up to cup the back of Cas’s head, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mmm…you were the one- nngh- craving burgers…” he groaned, letting his hips have free rein. He panted heavily against Cas’s mouth, letting out tiny mewling sounds from time to time. “Have I told you recently your fingers are magic?”

“You should see what my mouth can do baby.” He said sliding his lips down his neck. He bit down hard on his pulse point, moaning into his neck. 

Arching on a cry, one hand scratched up Cas’s back, the other balling in his hair. He was breathing heavily at this point, so close to orgasm he could taste it. He never could last long with Cas at his reins.

He kissed him hard and hungrily, swiping his thumb over Dean’s slit gathering the pre-come and sliding it around the head. He drug his hand in his hair down his neck, his nails digging in. 

Dean was beyond coherent thought, eyes glazed over with lust and need. He moved with a desperation that spoke of distance and time, both of which had wedged itself between them for a spell. He seemed determined to meld them together into one unit as he hurtled toward the orgasm he’d been in need of for too many hours. “Cas…!” he gasped, voice cracking like cheap china in the summer sun. Beneath the baritone veneer of his usual tone was all the want and desire he’d ever felt for this man, this former angel of his, boiling like a great pot of water, and the bubbles were dangerously close to spilling over the edges and washing him away.

The waves of Dean’s desire crashed over him, pulling him into a riptide of his own need. “Dean.” He sighed, a prayer of benediction, dripping from his lips. His hips rolled with an air of wantonness was he worked Dean towards the precipice of his release. He urged him forward with trembling words of encouragement. The early morning light caressed Dean’s skin like a jealous lover, clinging to him possessively. The sight of Dean unraveling before him was a memory Cas tucked it away in the vault of his mind, so he could replay it over and over again, whenever he wanted to. Cas was almost certain that would be everyday, for the rest of his existence. 

When orgasm claimed him, it was like a great tongue of lightning had shot down from the heavy sky, lighting him up from the inside out like some misbegotten god. the breath shot from his lungs in a great whoosh, leaving him without voice as what felt like gallons of semen poured from him. He arched and twitched, wild with kinetic energy. When he could breath again, and his hips had stopped their stuttering roll, he mewled a single word: “Fuck.”

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fire-fighterdean:

Well, good. -nod-

-laughs- I think I broke your sister.

Ha no sweetie I think the chatroom she’s in on skype broke her -laughs- why do you think you broke her?

Dude, read Dean’s last reply to Cas.

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

Your phone is clearly possessed. -nod- Have you tried exorcising it?

Nope but I thought about salt and burning the bitch down to nothing -laughs-

Exorcism first, then fire.

Ha man I just like to blow shit up -laughs- probably not a good idea if I want to use my phone though -laughs-

Not generally, no.

You know me I’m act now think later obviously that’s what gets me into trouble time and time again -laughs-

=pats- It’s okay.

-laughs- no it’s really not but I’m changing I’m a work in progress so to speak.

Well, good. -nod-

-laughs- I think I broke your sister.

wakeupandadoreyou:

Eros

a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus 
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma 
love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual

(Source: Wikipedia, via nebulasan)

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

Your phone is clearly possessed. -nod- Have you tried exorcising it?

Nope but I thought about salt and burning the bitch down to nothing -laughs-

Exorcism first, then fire.

Ha man I just like to blow shit up -laughs- probably not a good idea if I want to use my phone though -laughs-

Not generally, no.

You know me I’m act now think later obviously that’s what gets me into trouble time and time again -laughs-

=pats- It’s okay.

ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean:

ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean replied to your post: Dean woke on a moan, arching lazily into Castiel’s touch. “Hmm, morning,” he murmured, smiling softly. He stretched head to toe and reached a hand up to cup the back of Cas’s head, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mmm…you were the one- nngh- craving burgers…” he groaned, letting his hips have free rein. He panted heavily against Cas’s mouth, letting out tiny mewling sounds from time to time. “Have I told you recently your fingers are magic?”

“You should see what my mouth can do baby.” He said sliding his lips down his neck. He bit down hard on his pulse point, moaning into his neck. 

Arching on a cry, one hand scratched up Cas’s back, the other balling in his hair. He was breathing heavily at this point, so close to orgasm he could taste it. He never could last long with Cas at his reins.

He kissed him hard and hungrily, swiping his thumb over Dean’s slit gathering the pre-come and sliding it around the head. He drug his hand in his hair down his neck, his nails digging in. 

Dean was beyond coherent thought, eyes glazed over with lust and need. He moved with a desperation that spoke of distance and time, both of which had wedged itself between them for a spell. He seemed determined to meld them together into one unit as he hurtled toward the orgasm he’d been in need of for too many hours. “Cas…!” he gasped, voice cracking like cheap china in the summer sun. Beneath the baritone veneer of his usual tone was all the want and desire he’d ever felt for this man, this former angel of his, boiling like a great pot of water, and the bubbles were dangerously close to spilling over the edges and washing him away.

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fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

Your phone is clearly possessed. -nod- Have you tried exorcising it?

Nope but I thought about salt and burning the bitch down to nothing -laughs-

Exorcism first, then fire.

Ha man I just like to blow shit up -laughs- probably not a good idea if I want to use my phone though -laughs-

Not generally, no.

fire-fighterdean:

Your phone is clearly possessed. -nod- Have you tried exorcising it?

Nope but I thought about salt and burning the bitch down to nothing -laughs-

Exorcism first, then fire.

ask-futurecas:

allofthe-dean replied to your post: Dean woke on a moan, arching lazily into Castiel’s touch. “Hmm, morning,” he murmured, smiling softly. He stretched head to toe and reached a hand up to cup the back of Cas’s head, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mmm…you were the one- nngh- craving burgers…” he groaned, letting his hips have free rein. He panted heavily against Cas’s mouth, letting out tiny mewling sounds from time to time. “Have I told you recently your fingers are magic?”

“You should see what my mouth can do baby.” He said sliding his lips down his neck. He bit down hard on his pulse point, moaning into his neck. 

Arching on a cry, one hand scratched up Cas’s back, the other balling in his hair. He was breathing heavily at this point, so close to orgasm he could taste it. He never could last long with Cas at his reins.

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fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

Gabriel Tigerman, Rob benedict, or Chad Lindberg. Whoever shows up. I have love for the more minor characters. :)

I’ve been sleeping a lot because of the heat, helping my great grandmother move, going to my aunt’s house, Family Game Night, and whatnot. So yeah, kinda busy, but mostly hot, sweaty, and miserable.

Taht’s right you like Andy don’t you.. he’s going to be there so is Chad Lindberg -nods- Rob is not going to be there -cries- I love Chuck I rp with Chuck on my other Dean -laughs- 

Oh yeah well I can see why that isn’t fun heat sucks. You should come to tiffs house you’d like it in here it’s like a damn igloo right now -laughs- and well you always liked family game night so that’s cool. My text messaging is screwy half the time anyways so i don’t use it that much -laughs-

Andy Gallagher is my spirit animal.

Yeah, I seem to remember you saying that at one point. I also seem to remember you talking about a new phone or something. How’d that work out?

Yes that one.. I will get you that one then -nods- beacuse I did promise I would -nods-

Ha I need a new battery for the piece of crap but it is ok it only hisses which scares the hell out of Andy -laughs- and freezes when it charges but even then it still works for the most part -nods- 

Your phone is clearly possessed. -nod- Have you tried exorcising it?

fire-fighterdean:

Gabriel Tigerman, Rob benedict, or Chad Lindberg. Whoever shows up. I have love for the more minor characters. :)

I’ve been sleeping a lot because of the heat, helping my great grandmother move, going to my aunt’s house, Family Game Night, and whatnot. So yeah, kinda busy, but mostly hot, sweaty, and miserable.

Taht’s right you like Andy don’t you.. he’s going to be there so is Chad Lindberg -nods- Rob is not going to be there -cries- I love Chuck I rp with Chuck on my other Dean -laughs- 

Oh yeah well I can see why that isn’t fun heat sucks. You should come to tiffs house you’d like it in here it’s like a damn igloo right now -laughs- and well you always liked family game night so that’s cool. My text messaging is screwy half the time anyways so i don’t use it that much -laughs-

Andy Gallagher is my spirit animal.

Yeah, I seem to remember you saying that at one point. I also seem to remember you talking about a new phone or something. How’d that work out?

fire-fighterdean:

allofthe-dean:

fire-fighterdean:

Yeah, sorry I haven’t talked to you much. Life got in the way. -half-smile- Oh, they got a headstone for my uncle’s grave so he’s not just a marker in the grass anymore. I haven’t been back to see it yet, so I can’t tell you what it looks like, but his old boss, who had the hots for him, paid for it.

Hey you know you break up with someone it’s bound to happen -nods- it’s fine. I’m glad you got a life or something do you still have your cast on? And that’s great about your uncle having a headstone now. I only have 2 more months then I have con -claps- I get to meet Jared -dies-

Nah, i got my cast off a while ago. I was supposed to be in a boot for most of June, but I think I wore it out all of like three times and said fuck it. I walk with a limp now, because my ankle hasn’t regain its full range of motion yet, and my foot still swells every now and then, but I can walk unaided. I’m just slower than I’m used to, which is a little frustrating.

I wish I could afford to go to a con. However, I don’t foresee this happening any time soon. You still gonna get me an autograph from one of the minor characters? :P

OH well I am sure it will get back to normal in no time or something. -nods- and well you seem to be active I never see you online so I figure you are out and about I’ve thought about texting you but I hate bothering people so I haven’t -shrug-

And I told you will put you in a suitcase and smuggle you in -laughs- Yes what was the guy you wanted again I can’t remember for the life of me?

Gabriel Tigerman, Rob benedict, or Chad Lindberg. Whoever shows up. I have love for the more minor characters. :)

I’ve been sleeping a lot because of the heat, helping my great grandmother move, going to my aunt’s house, Family Game Night, and whatnot. So yeah, kinda busy, but mostly hot, sweaty, and miserable.

fire-fighterdean:

Yeah, sorry I haven’t talked to you much. Life got in the way. -half-smile- Oh, they got a headstone for my uncle’s grave so he’s not just a marker in the grass anymore. I haven’t been back to see it yet, so I can’t tell you what it looks like, but his old boss, who had the hots for him, paid for it.

Hey you know you break up with someone it’s bound to happen -nods- it’s fine. I’m glad you got a life or something do you still have your cast on? And that’s great about your uncle having a headstone now. I only have 2 more months then I have con -claps- I get to meet Jared -dies-

Nah, i got my cast off a while ago. I was supposed to be in a boot for most of June, but I think I wore it out all of like three times and said fuck it. I walk with a limp now, because my ankle hasn’t regain its full range of motion yet, and my foot still swells every now and then, but I can walk unaided. I’m just slower than I’m used to, which is a little frustrating.

I wish I could afford to go to a con. However, I don’t foresee this happening any time soon. You still gonna get me an autograph from one of the minor characters? :P