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ok well the bad news it looks like you won’t be buying them all ice cream

GOOD NEWS IS YOU CAN KEEP YOUR MONEY??? 

Maybe Dean climbs into Cas' lap with false confidence and lays one on Cas, but when Cas is so stunned he doesn't respond right away Dean gets flustered and embarrassed and tries to apologize and get up; Cas grips Dean's hips or thighs tightly and won't let him go until Dean looks at him again, at which point he reaches up and cups Dean's face and slowly pulls Dean down (to give him time to say no) to give him a delicious kiss and then ofc it has to end with their foreheads together as they breath heavy and smile softly at one another before they go completely nuts and fuck each other's brains out.

Thank you, emani-writes for the prompt! :) 

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Dean enjoys having a dog. Now that Sammy lives inCalifornia, Dean gets lonely. That’s where Chief comes in. He’s a beautifulGerman shepherd that Dean adopted from the pound. Chief is great and Dean loveshim so much. The only thing Dean doesn’t love about owning Chief is taking himfor walks every day.

Chief will sit and nag Dean until he eventually relents and takeshim out for his walk. Dean’s got a specific route he usually walks and thatincludes walking past ‘the cute guy’s’ house. The guy who Dean’s secretly had acrush on since the first time he walked past his house and seen him working onhis garden. The guy is absolutely beautiful. Brunette hair that always looksmessy, stunning body, runner thighs, and piercing blue eyes.

Dean wishes he knew more about the guy. The guy has a youngson if the little boy he’s seen outside playing is anything to go by. Deankicks himself, he’s never even talked to the guy before and yet he’s got thisgiant school girl crush.

Dean chastises himself as he gets Chief on his leash andwalks through the front door.

“Damn, boy. It’s freakin’ hot today. You better love me forthis pain and suffering you put me through,” Dean grumbles. Chief answers bywagging his tail and Dean can’t find it in himself to stay mad. He loves thisdang dog.

They continue on their walk until they’re a block away forDean’s crush’s house. Out on the sidewalk is a small table with a sign on it.As Dean gets closer, he can see it’s a lemonade stand being manned by Dean’scrush and the little boy. Dean can’t fight the smile that plays across hisface. It’s ridiculously cute.

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This posts today!  Wonderful story for @dcjbigbang and written by @emani-writes!  Art by me  :)

you meant the recent Destiel one, right? hows this? 1506 words....(Wow!)

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After that, things should have been easy, right? Hell,Castiel and Dean both liked each other and they had the same fears, but well,that was the problem.

Both of them were afraid to be honest with each other anyfurther than they already had been. Because what if the next thing they said was the thing that chased the other away? Or theone after that?

Tentatively, they shared each other’s space, watchingmovies together, going out for dinner, taking drives in the Impala, visitingthe bee hives. They learned more about each other and yet…

And yet neither of them would make the next move. Despite thefact that they’d already made thenext move. After that kiss…there’d been nothing.

But oh, my God,Dean sure as fuck wished there was. Cause Cas was hot.

And unless he was really mistaken in what he was smelling,Cas thought the same of him. So what the fuck was holding them back? It wasn’tas if they hadn’t gone through a get to know you period, even if it had beenunder the impression that they were only friends at the time.

Where was the magic step?

Tonight was another example of unresolved sexual tensionand how much they were literally drowning in it. It was so bad, Dean hadn’tnoticed anyone else leave the apartment because he was lost in Cas’s eyes. Hehadn’t registered anything on the tv that had been on for the last couple ofhours, because he was cuddled too close to Cas’s warmth.

Dean inhaled deeply that awesome storm fresh scent that Casalways brought into the apartment with him. It made his insides quiver and –judging from the wrinkling of his brothers nose whenever Cas got near Dean orDean even thought about Cas – his arousalquite pronounced.

Inhaling again, Dean didn’t even realize his nose had Cas’sneck until the man stiffened and gasped beside him. Dean’s nose wrinkled assomething sour hit it and he wondered what the hell he had left out to go bad –when he realized it was Cas.

Dean jerked away as if burned and noted how pale Caslooked, how frightened. The normally impassive face was still fairly wellblank, but between Cas’s expressive blue eyes and that scent there was no mistaking how uncomfortable he’d become,how scared.

“Cas? Man, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” Dean’sarousal quickly cooled down. He’d thought Cas wanted this, wanted him. Had his fears been right this wholetime? But why would Cas have lied to him? Had someone put him up to this?

“Nothing is wrong, Dean,” Castiel’s gravelly voice intonedflatly.

“Bullshit, Cas,” Dean bit out, “I thought…I thought we wereon the same page, that we were both on board here. But I can’t even get alittle bit close without freaking out on me. I mean, you don’t have to doanything you don’t want to do, but you gotta talk to me!”

“We are talking,” Cas tilted his head in that way of histhat Dean normally thought was cuteand endearing as hell, but right now, was trying his patience. Was Cas reallytrying to play ignorant here?

“I don’t mean just words, man, I mean words that havemeaning,” Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“All words have meaning,” Castiel insisted, the tiltgrowing more pronounced.

“Oh my God, Cas – that’s not what I mean,” Dean blew out abreath, closed his eyes and just breathed in and out for a few seconds. Hesighed, opened his eyes and reached a hand to grab Cas’s. “Look, somewhere oranother, we have some sort of disconnect going on. Let’s see if we can find it,okay?”

“Okay,” Cas agreed with a nod, not only allowing Dean tograb his hand, but going so far as t curl his fingers around Dean’s with anervous smile

“I like you and you like me – true or false?”

“True,” Cas nodded as he spoke.

“Great! We both like spending time with each other?” Deanasked, “Just assume that any statement with we means I already agree with myhalf and just judge your side of it.” A wider grin appeared on Cas’s face whilehe nodded and Dean felt a small surge of triumph. “We shared one hell of a kissthat first time we met face to face – and by hell of a kiss, I mean I really enjoyed it.”

This time Cas’s nod was shaky and - aha! The smell Deancould catch now was both aroused and embarrassed. Wait, was it that simple?

“Now let’s back it up a step. Do you like physical contactwith me? Like this?” Dean glanced down at their clasped hands, Castiel’s eyesfollowing his movements. He nodded at Dean. “And this?” Dean slid his other armaround Cas and tucked himself into Cas’s side, laying his head on Cas’sshoulder. There was another nod. “What about this?” Dean turned his headslightly to press a light kiss to Cas’s neck and the man shuddered, and the nervous,nearly scared scent ramped up.

Dean jerked back again, tried to pull his hand away fromCas to give him his space but Cas’s fingers convulsed and tightened on Dean’swith a whimper, not letting go.

“See, man, this is what we need to talk about. I don’t knowwhat’s okay…cause something is clearly notokay and I don’t want to make you upset,” Dean tentatively raised a hand tocup Castiel’s’ cheek, sliding down to his jaw, Castiel leaned into it withclosed eyes.

“It’s…not your fault Dean, it’s just that…I told you I’mnot a very good Omega. I’ve never hada relationship that went any further than the first few dates before. I’venever…” Castiel’s’ low voice dropped into a whisper “had sex.”

Dean blinked. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected tohear. “But, Cas, I don’t care about that. Everyone in their lives has been atthat point before. I’m not gonna make fun of you, if that’s what you think.”

“It’s…it’s not just that. It’s that…we’re both Omegas, Dean. Who…what if…who does…?”Castiel stammered, clearly uncomfortable, but at least willing to talk it out.

Dean restrained a laugh, “Who does the pitching? Who sayswe can’t take turns? Though, I gotta tell you, I’m dying to let you top. Justthink about it, man. We got the same basic equipment as Alphas – you don’t needa knot to have fun. We just have a little something extra that’s gonna…smooth the way, if you know what I mean.”Dean waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously, causing Cas to laugh, tension bleedingout of his body, his scent turning again and making Dean’s mouth water and hispants just a little damp.

Judging from the look in Castiel’s eyes, his might besuffering the same fate. He leaned closer to Dean and gave him a tentativekiss, so different then the last one they shared, but it was full of emotion. Thescent of arousal was now flooding off both of them and it was likely a goodthing their friends had all bailed for the night before this, becauseotherwise, they might have gagged over the powerful smells both Omegas wereemitting.

Before Dean knew it, Cas had pressed him to the couch and,with a little guidance, shifted his lips to attach and lick at Dean’s jaw, upto the lobe of his ear, down his throat to that one spot on his neck that hadDean sooooooooo ready for anything Cas wanted to do.

He whined when Cas pulled back, looking somewhat nervous again,smelling conflicted. Dean smiled up at him softly. “No worries, Cas, we’ll takeit as slow as you want. If all you wanna do tonight is make out, then that’swhat we’ll do.”

“Even if you want more?” Cas asked with a wavering voice.

“Cas, I don’t want more if you don’t, no matter if my bodysays otherwise. It’s not the master of me. I’m on board for whatever you wantto give, and if that means it takes years, then it takes years. Sex is fun, butso is just being with you,” Deaninsisted, trying to cool his ardor and show Cas the proof of his words.

Cas grinned that gummy smile of his that Dean had already grownto love and dove in for another panty melting kiss – not that Dean was wearingany of those. Nope, nosirree, not him – and pulled back, resting his head onDean’s forehead, his body covering Dean’s as they lay on the couch, their feettangled together. One set of hands still held together while the other set madetentative caresses along jaws, scratched enticingly against the scalp beneathit.

“Thank you, Dean, for being understanding,” Castiel rumbledout happily.

...are you battling a monster that will either bite you or tear your hair off? In that case, let it have the hair - hair grows back.

Nothing nearly that serious. Unless that’s a helpful personification of me being angsty bullshit. I’ve just been in a mood for like the past week or two where i want a massive change. and I can’t afford the new tattoo.

now, for reference, my hair is most of the way down my back and hasn’t had a real cut since... uh... Christmas 2014? ish? And that was to get rid of the mullet thing i was rocking while growing out my (failed) pixie.

Because that’s the real problem: most cute hairstyles look like crap on me. and, with the exception of the 18 months of my divorce... i’ve had the same fucking haircut my entire life (or at least since I was 2. We’re talking 28 of 32 years level of bs here).

emani-writes replied to your post “i swear, by the end of this week, i’m either going to have new holes...”

New holes! New holes! New holes!

Stupid

Little Trappings for Modern Wix (Percy x Pansy)

The only warning Percy got before Pansy lifted up on her tiptoes in a quick kiss was a muttered, “Oh, this is just stupid.” His eyes didn’t close right away, taking in the way her fringe caught on her eyebrows and now he could see a little scar on her nose from a hex or maybe even a piercing at one time.