Now that’s what I call Acting haha :In some way that I can not explain …this gif explains my life story lmao
#there’s meta on this gif in another post about how Will’s starting to get bad vibes from Hannibal #but that’s not what I get from this at all #because Will Graham is doing the opposite of putting himself into a defensive position #he puts his arms on either side of himself (even a little behind) #where someone feeling that they need to be on the defensive would usually cross their arms over their body #Will doesn’t form a protective barrier or assert his personal space with his arms #he arches his back - exposing his chest #he tilts his head back - baring his neck #he’s not being defensive #he’s being /submissive/
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Anonyme a demandé: Promt Tiny sam stucked some how under Dean's croth and/or balls while castiel does dean from behinde, non of them know that sam is there
This is one of my favorite prompts so far, and I hope it’s what you were looking for!
It’s been hours since Dean tucked a tiny Sam in for bed, and Sam’s been passed out on the pillow ever since. Dean, too, caught a wave of drowsiness, and in a fit of protectiveness, decided to sleep on the same bed. He doesn’t toss or turn much in his sleep, so being confined to one side of it should pose no threat. It would have been fine, if Cas hadn’t flown in unannounced in the middle of the night. He took no notice of Sam, only of his sleeping boyfriend looking warm and appealing, sprawled there on his belly.
It’s been a while since they’ve had any time. It’s always some case, some mission, some war, and Castiel resolves not to let this opportunity go awry. Carefully, in the dark, he strips away his coat and his suit. His shoes are tucked away in a corner, and with a single touch of his hand, his boyfriend is also naked- and still completely unconscious. Waking a sleeping Winchester is a precarious thing indeed, unless one knows the right way to handle it. Waking Dean up with sex? Always a sure-fire good idea. He moves across the room silently, bracing a knee on the mattress and reaching up to tug a free pillow down from the head of the bed.
It’s all the movement that wakes Sam up. It’s pitch dark until his eyes adjust, and he starts to stand. He’s knocked back onto his back, though, as the ground beneath him lurches.
“What the- Dean?” His cold, it seems has stripped him from his voice on top of all his other ailments, and his harsh whisper doesn’t even make it over the sound of rustling fabric. His eyes adjust barely in time to see a mound of skin over him, and then he comprehends what he’s looking at. It’s a pale hand supporting lightly tanned, enormous hips, and it looks like his destination is beneath them. He barely has time to protest before the enormous, crushing weight is settled on top of him.
Cas nudges a pillow gently beneath his sleeping boyfriend’s pelvis for support, then gently parts his thighs. Carefully slicked fingers begin to probe, lightly enough so as to not wake the man beneath him. Even so, Dean’s dreams take a pleasant turn, a sleepy mumble works its way out of his throat and he shifts in his sleep, hips nudging around to find a comfortable position.
It turns out, that position is achieved by sliding his half-hard cock up between his brother’s legs, and settling the head of it right on top of Sam’s struggling chest. The weight of it is nearly unbearable, and shoving his way out accomplishes absolutely nothing. He’s trapped, staring down the barrel of a slit almost as large as he is, completely unthought of by his sleeping brother or the angel slowly preparing behind him.
As soon as Cas is sure Dean can take him, he shifts the rest of the way onto the bed and slides his knees between Dean’s splayed legs. A gentle nudge later, and the head of his cock breaches. He slides slowly, agonizingly slowly until he’s fully sheathed, and collapses down onto his boyfriend with a muffled groan. The added weight and pressure force Dean’s hips forward, and his cock slides up Sam’s face, clears his head by an inch or two and stays there for a long moment while Castiel breathes.
A second later, Cas eases off again, and slowly pulls out. Dean’s hips shift back again, and his cock inches down the entire length of Sam’s body until his head is exposed, and he can breathe again. ‘Thank god that’s over’ no sooner runs through his mind before it’s happening again, and it sinks in what’s about to happen. Oh, god, no…
It starts slow. It’s barely even a rhythm, considering how agonizingly slowly Cas drags his cock in and out, prolonging the sickeningly sweet pleasure of seeing Dean so out of it, of hearing his breath slowly start to pick up as arousal fights with dreams. Dean’s cock slowly twitches, hardens, bears down on Sam with thicker, hotter pressure. A spike of lust rolls through him as Cas nudges his prostate, and his hips roll unconsciously, back into it, then down hard into the pillow, seeking friction. The friction he finds is Sam, which is evidently good enough to warrant a second sleepy, luxurious thrust. Cas murmurs his approval, hands sliding up Dean’s back to lace gently through his fingers. They grip the top of the mattress together and set up a gentle rhythm, a slow but steady rocking that drags Dean back into the waking world.
His eyes blink slowly open as he tries to comprehend it all, and when he does, he groans, lust ripping down his spine.
“Nnngh, Damn, you know how to wake a guy up. Fuck.” He murmurs, hissing something hot and approving through his teeth. His legs spread more widely, knees splayed, hips rocking back and forth, pelvis rocking into the heat behind him and then down into the pillow again in thumping thrusts.
“I thought perhaps you might enjoy that,” Cas agrees, a smirk in his voice as he lifts off of Dean and presses a hand between his shoulder blades. He sits up, balances himself onto his knees, changes the angle so as to hit Dean’s prostate with every rolling tap.
“Jesus- yeah, yeah, just like that-“ Dean mutters, eyes screwing shut, teeth biting down on his lower lip. “God, I think this is the best- fuck, this is the best we’ve ever- you’ve ever-“
He doesn’t know what’s different, just that he’s already chasing the line, already tingling and twitching, fire riding through his veins and pleasure ripping through his cock.
For Sam, the voices are distorted. They’re deep and low, they rumble through the bodies above him, but he can’t even concentrate on understanding them with the barrage of hot cock fucking over him thrust after relentless thrust. Dean’s literally fucking him, and loving it based on the way he seems to aims his dick, seems to seek Sam out, seems to pointedly pass his most sensitive places over Sam’s chest and face with every slick nudge. He can hear bitten off moans that seemed to tear into sound exactly when he starts to squirm to get away again, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s part of the cause for them.
“Ah, tssss, yeah, I’m gonna-“
Now that he understands, and he stares in horror at the pulsing head above him, already beading with precum. “No, no, nononono- Dean- please- stop, Dean, don’t, I’m down here- DEAN DON’T-“
“OH, FUCK YEAH- ffffffuckkkk—“
Dean grunts, pelvis pistoning downward, driving his hips down into the sweet pressure of the pillow beneath him. His cock only half-covers Sam, so Sam can feel the impending throb right before that slit opens above him and Dean comes, liquid bursting forth and spilling all over the pillow. Again it happens, a heavy throb, a hitch in Dean’s moaning, a pointed thrust over Sam’s face through the slickness of it, a pull back, a gush- three, four times as seed spills out of him, slow and pointed nudges to drag out his orgasm.
Cas moans then, too, at the feeling of muscles spasming around him, and he grips Dean’s hips, snaps them back into his own with ferocious speed, panting his way through orgasm. When he’s done, they both collapse heavily forward, crushing Sam into the soft fabric of a wet pillow, trapped under Dean’s rapidly deflating cock.
He expects them to move, to roll over, to get cleaned up, but they don’t. Minutes tick by, then an hour, Sam can feel his brother’s heartbeat from there trapped under the base of his dick, and it slows. Evens out. Rhythmic breathing fills the air, and they fall asleep that way, Cas sprawled along Dean’s back, Dean sprawled out on the bed, and Sam trapped beneath his crotch.