Anonymous said: imagine both Cas and jimmy in satin panties rubbing themselves over each other though... eeeekkk
rutting their identical hips together and groaning into each others mouths oh goshhhh
Anonymous said: But can we please talk in detail of casturbation mixed with panties!Cas, cos that is my ultimate jam and there is no better place to cross the sexy streams than here, just imagine Cas feeling his first erection pressed against the panties that he thought were only good for aesthetic purposes, grinding his cock into his fist while the back of the panties get dragged along the sheets and crumple up under his ass and rub against his rim oh my god don't look at me
oH GOD PLS
Cas x panties is my jAM
but do you know what I like even more?
//whispers when dean introduces cas to his extensive panties collection and cas runs his fingers over each one, throbbing in his pants as he imagines dean in all of them, until he finally picks a pale pink, satin pair and asks if dean will show him. and dean nearly has a heart attack and just nods frantically as he moves to put them on, but then cas stops him and asks if he can try a pair as well. dean nearly whines fuck yes, and they each dress in a pair of satin panties and grind the hard lengths of their cocks together, relishing in the feel of satin clinging to their skin as they rub together frantically, grabbing at each other’s asses like they just can’t get close enough. and then they come inside their pretty panties. mess them up so bad (⊙‿⊙✿)
dean’s tummy hanging over the tight elastic of his panties
and garters digging into his thighs
remember how mary lived to be in her 90’s and had a happy life full of kids and grandkids and birthdays and mother’s days and christmases
remember how jess graduated top of her class and had her pick of the country’s top med schools and opened her own clinic and saved a bunch of lives
remember how jo and ellen rebuilt the roadhouse bigger and better and spend many weekends beating gruff hunters at pool and poker
remember how bela became the first person to ever wheedle her way out of a deal and is not only notorious in the black market but in hell and most demons hate her, want to kill her, and respect her all at the same time
remember how emma met these cool chicks named josephine and krissy and they all look out for each other on the road and on hunts (they also meet claire and tracy and they form a special network for lady hunters)
remember how anna was the captain of team free will and helped her fallen siblings understand it means to be human
remember how ruby and meg got away by the skin of their teeth and sometimes run into each other and buy each other drinks before taking off in opposite directions
remember how raphael became ruler of heaven and abaddon became queen of hell and eve ruled purgatory and the three of them worked together as much as they worked against each other
remember how pamela and missouri predicted and prevented the apocalypse and drink tea and listen to ramones records on missouri’s front porch
satincas said: Can we talk about how hard dean would come as he strokes panties over Cas' handprint? And he's not even touching his dick. He's just relishing the feel of satin, wet with his precome, sliding over the handprint... Making it /singe/ into his skin. And little does he know, Cas is experiencing every stroke, every touch, every moan from dean's mouth. And when Dean comes just from the feel of his hand clutching the print through the panties, Cas feels /everything/. And comes all over himself.
Do you ever just imagine Dean laying down on his bed in the bunker with black laced panties on, feeling his way up and down his body, doing whatever feels good. Eventually, he arches his back so that his cock rubs against the lace of his panties, and a deep, throaty moan slips past his lips because it just feels so damn good. Not being able to take it any longer he brings one of his hands behind him and slips a pre-lubed finger in his tight hole. He just works it in and out doing whatever feels good because that’s all this is. Just a way of winding down and making himself relax. When he comes he’s so blissed out, Dean just falls right to sleep; he’ll take care of his come stained panties in the morning.
Dean’s nervous. He’s scared of letting Benny in on his panty kink and fearing the worst when Benny comes out of the steamy bathroom in a towel and sees the back of Dean standing by the dresser in nothing but a pair of pink panties, complete with lace borders and bows. And fuck, Dean doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he runs them through his hair and his eyes burn holes into the carpet, because Benny isn’t saying anything and he fucking knew this was a dumb idea, and before he can turn around and open his mouth, Benny drops his towel and slides up behind him, chest to back, those big hands running down Dean’s pudge to tug at the lacy hem of those panties that Dean had always kept hidden in his sock drawer, shuddering when Benny kisses down his neck and asks, “Those come in blue?” And Dean has never been more relieved. “Why, you want a pair?” Dean asks, sinking back into Benny’s broad, rumbling chest, “Pink looks good on you…but blue, I know for a fact, is your color.” Dean blushes down to his chest and his heart jackhammers against his rib cage, his body buzzing with the residue nerves of Benny’s maybe rejection and letting out a breath he forgot he’d been holding. “I seriously thought you wouldn’t be into this…” Dean whispers, gasping when Benny’s fingers start playing with the stitching on the underside of the panties, “Always makin’ assumptions, when you gonna learn? S’bad enough you look good in men’s clothin’, you gotta go and look good in women’s too, you’ve ruined me, Dean Winchester..You got any other secret undergarments I should know about?” Benny murmurs, shifting over towards the bed and bringing Dean over with him so that he’s straddling the sailor, and all Dean can do now is grin, shaking his head when he says, “Nah, but I do have a string of Ben Wa Balls under the mattress that I’ve been dying to try out-” And Dean doesn’t get to finish, and Benny practically flips the bed… and it’s a good night.
oh gosh imagine the first time dean wore panties on his own. not wearing them for anyone but himself…
It takes him years to work up the courage. Countless times jacking off and remembering the feel of Rhonda Hurley’s panties tight and smooth on his cock.
But then he reaches a point where that’s just not enough anymore.
So he goes to a Victoria’s Secret and blushes the whole time while muttering something about “girlfriends” and “valentine’s day” (even though it’s the middle of july).
And he takes them back to the hotel room, knowing Sam won’t be back for a while. He’s planned this for weeks now.
It’s the middle of summer and his whole body is sweating with anticipation. He feels chills vibrate through his spine as he runs the blue satin panties through his fingers. He’s tried to tell himself the panties are only blue because he “likes the color.” That’s all.
He spends a few minutes getting ready. He takes a shower and ignores the heavy weight of his cock between his legs, already nearly hard with anticipation. He scrubs his body methodically, but he is gentle and teasing with slick hands. He’s nearly shivering now.
When he gets out of the shower he’s completely hard, and his cock throbs as it points upwards towards his stomach. He feels completely strung out with anticipation, his heart beating wildly as he admires the flushed pink skin of his face in the mirror. He walks on shaky legs back into the bedroom where the panties are laid out carefully on one bed.
When he slips into them, he watches himself in the mirror that sits on top of the desk. He watches the way his whole body tenses as he steps into them, the way the satin pulls and slides over the taut muscles of his legs. He’s almost afraid to pull them up all the way, for fear that he’ll come the instant they touch the leaking head of his cock.
The urge is too great and he finally slides them all the way on, the satin clinging in all the right places. He lets out a choked off sound and, for a heart-stopping moment, doesn’t realize the sound came from him. He stares at his reflection and brings his hand to rest on the bulge of his cock through the satin.
Suddenly the image of another hand on his cock hits him like a freight train, bright blue eyes wide with desire and fascination… Dean comes so hard his knees give out.
He kneels on the floor, gasping for breath. The panties are completely ruined.
He’ll just have to buy more
All Clear - Cockles, 1.2k, nsfw. [ao3]
Inspired by TSA America. Jensen has a uniform kink and Misha is the best boyfriend ever.
For Laura, the best beta ever. ;)
Jensen’s pretty certain he’s never been so fucking turned on in his life. Pressed face first against the wall, the room only barely illuminated by candlelight, he tries to control his breathing as he patiently waits for instruction.
Misha’s standing behind him wearing the most awful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He’s always had a thing for men in uniform, but this might actually be the end of him. After mentioning one night how good he looked in his TSA America costume, Misha got it in his head that this would be the perfect surprise for Jensen after a long week away from each other. Misha is a nightmare to live with. Jensen’s pretty certain he’s going to come in his pants just from the sight of him, once he’s allowed to actually turn around and see him, that is.
“Okay sir,” Misha breathes into his ear, suddenly pressed firmly against his back, “I’m going to pat you down. I’ll let you know where I’m going to touch you before I touch you.” Jensen shivers, as Misha nuzzles at his neck before continuing. “I’ll be sure to use an extra firm grip on all sensitive areas…your ass, your thighs…your big beautiful cock.”
Finished commission for thescarlettfangirl! Dean and Cas for her upcoming fic based on the movie The Bodyguard.
so I babbled all this to Ash directly back in January but I feel the need to share it with the rest of y’all, exactly why I adore this so damned much. It’s slick and bold yet detailed, the palette is strong and just the right side of limited, and the composition leads the eye around masterfully.
The image itself is so iconic that I recognised it as being a take on The Bodyguard instantly but she’s still captured the canonical essence of the characters.
I love the way Cas’ shoulder instantly commands attention and draws you upwards to his face hidden in Dean’s neck and thus Dean’s expression, and down to the crook of his arm and then Dean’s hands. I love the fact that the entire thing is dark, dim blues contrasting right up against a bolder rust with organic slices of white/grey, but without coming off as chequed or patterned.
It’s wildly energetic yet the characters’ moods and the specific colours she chose brings all that intensity into a sense of chaos barely contained by moody darkness.
This has punch and heart and technical finesse and when I say I honestly think she’s one of the best artists this fandom has, work like this is why.