I just need dom castiel in my life, purring some words into dean’s personal space, making him blush so hard he has to look somewhere else. Giving him that look that makes his knees go weak and feel dizzy with desire.
The reason I started watching Supernatural was because I thought there was a gay ship (destiel) that becomes canon later on the series. Nope. Not at all. Instead I’m stuck with a moose, a ship that refuses to become canon, Crowley, 173739362 dead characters, a broken heart, and the longing for a ship to sail although it probably won’t leave the docks.
A/N: I found a gif and I wanted my wifee @mrsgabrieltrickster to talk me out of it but then she made a great point and boop here you go DESTIEL WARNING
He was staring just a little too long, laughing just a little too hard.
And Castiel, though a patient man, is on the edge of losing his temper. Dean smiles – the smile that crinkles his eyes and tugs at his cheeks – at the woman in front of him, smoothing his hand down his suit jacket.
“I appreciate your time ma’am,” Dean says, cocking an eyebrow as she jots down a number on a piece of paper. “We do have a few more questions–”
“Just in case I forget,” she purrs, offering him the number. Castiel cocks an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “If you have any more questions,” she blurts. Sam shifts in his seat, frowning as the angel lets out a short breath.
“And we appreciate that ma’am,” Sam cuts in. Dean nods in agreement, clamping his mouth shut as Castiel shoots him a glare.
“Dean, a word,” he grunts, shooting Sam a look before heading down the hallway.
“U-uhm…we like to get a good feel for your home…so my colleagues are…gonna have a look,” Sam says, followed by an uncomfortable laugh.
Castiel walks into the first room he can find, dragging Dean along with him. The moment the door closes, he’s pushing Dean against a shelf of books, gripping both of his wrists.
“Is she your type?” Castiel growls, his voice a whisper. Dean shudders out a response, grunting as the other man forced his leg between his thighs. “I know when you’re flirting Dean, you aren’t subtle.”
“I wasn’t – fuck – you’re just –” He cuts himself off as Castiel’s grace wraps around his neck, a stifled moan escaping him. “This really isn’t the time Cas,” he chuckles, tilting his head as Castiel’s lips met his neck.
“Then stop looking at her.” His voice is muffled against the Winchester’s neck, but the assertion is clearly heard. “Stop laughing at her jokes.” He pauses, rolling his hips and gaining a light whimper from Dean. God, the sounds he makes can send Castiel’s head spinning in seconds.
“J-jealous fuck,” Dean breathes, his eyes widening as the tingle of Castiel’s grace teased down the length of his cock.
“You’re right, I am a ‘jealous fuck’, Dean.” Castiel pauses, letting out a long, hot breath against Dean’s neck. Dean shudders, his hands gripping into fists. “And I suppose you want me to stop?” he asks. He shakes his head, groaning as Castiel grinds against him. “Then what? I thought this wasn’t the time, Dean –”
“S-stop fucking around,” he whines.
“Oh, I will.” Castiel begins pulling away, chuckling as Dean lets out a desperate whine.
“Please?” he breathes, biting his cherry red lip between his teeth. Smiling, Castiel reclaims his place pressed up against his boyfriend, nuzzling against his sensitive skin.
Sam stares ahead with a tight-lipped smile, his eyes wide as moans echo down the hallway.
Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?
Word Count: 3819
A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated
There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!
You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.
Warnings: SMUT, a/b/o verse, alpha!dean, omega!reader, beta!sam, knotting, heat, very slight fingering, kinda kinky trope, dirty talk, some fluff at the end
A/N: I’m still not taking requests, but this is just a teaser to keep your dirty little minds satisfied until I post again ;)
“S-Sam?” you call with a shaking voice. It’s only seven in the morning, and Dean had left for breakfast. Sam was here to watch you, as you had been feeling ill for a few days.
Sam races to your room and almost breaks down the door to get to you. He had always been protective like a big brother, and you knew he was trustworthy in this situation.
“Y/N? Are you—” He has to stop speaking to regain his composure. You were naked, but wrapped in your blankets. Even you could smell your slick.
“I thought you were a beta.” he mumbled, covering his mouth and nose.
“Yeah? Well me too.” You reply, a bit of anger in your voice.
“I’ll get you some things you’ll need. DON’T let Dean into your room.” Sam ordered. You roll your eyes and shoo him away, wanting to cover your scent before the alpha got home.
“I mean it, Y/N. Once he smells you, no amount of suppressants will stop him.”
Sam exits with a serious look on your face. You wait until he has left before you stand in all your naked glory, shutting your bedroom door. You were supposed to be a beta, never having experienced a heat before. Dean had never had any issues around you, and Sam was a beta as well. When you had woken up that morning though, you felt a hot wetness between your legs and a burning desire in your stomach. From friends’ stories, you knew you were in heat. Apparently, you were an omega.
You had at least thrown on a button up that Dean had lent you months ago, but it was so comfy that he allowed you to steal it. You wore it along with a simple pair of underwear. Sam arrived just as you curled up in your bed, after changing the scented sheets.
“I brought you heat spray, suppressant pills, and um…yeah.” the awkward beta handed you a bag. You thanked him and opened the sack, widening your eyes at the contents.
“Is that a…?”
“And I’m supposed to…?”
Sam nodded and gave you a small smile, leaning forwards and quickly kissing the top of your head.
“Good luck.” he grinned, heading towards the hallway. You glared at him as he left, making sure to lock and close your door.
Reluctantly, you pulled out the nine inch dildo and tossed it across the room. There was no way you’d use that thing. You set the pill bottle on the bedside table, deciding to use those later, and immediately sprayed the deodorizer around the room. It began to smell normal again, and not of sex and lust.
Things were alright for the first few hours, until you heard the bunker door open down stairs.
Dean was home.
Despite feeling perfectly fine just a few minutes earlier, your stomach began to painfully twist in knots and your thighs were coated in the wetness once more. You could smell Dean, and you wanted him, bad.
You hadn’t taken the suppressants, but you wished you had. The room was immediately scented, and the smell of your heat was everywhere, mixing with Dean’s scent that he was unknowingly emitting.
“D-Dean…” you whimpered, clenching and relaxing your thighs. You fell onto your back and bit your lip, overtaken by the sudden aching desire within your body. You wanted to be bred, your body wanted to be bred.
And you wanted your alpha to breed you.
There was a sudden commotion on the stairs, and you strained to hear over the blood pumping in your veins.
“Dean, no! Do you have any idea what will happen?” it was Sam, and you could hear his panicked words.
“Dammit Sammy! She needs me.” Dean growled in his alpha voice.
Sam was required to back off at his tone, but he carried on with his efforts. You whimpered and fisted the sheets as your desire grew.
Your door was nearly broken, this time the lock flying off. Sam was still trying to pull him away as he struggled to get to you, finally turning and growling at Sam to back off. The beta threw up his hands and stomped away, whilst Dean approached your body. He shut the door as best he could, obviously not able to lock it.
“Dean,” you whimpered. The bed dipped as he sat down, gently moving towards you. He stiffened when you reached out and touched him.
“You’ve been waiting so long…you’re burning up baby girl.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. At the alpha’s touch, you moaned and dug your nails into the mattress, needing release. Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Alpha’s gonna take care of you.” he rumbled, beginning to unbutton your shirt.
You hadn’t put on a bra, and Dean cursed at your beautifully exposed breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting the nub. He palmed the other, leaving you writhing in pleasure on the bed.
You gripped the collar of his jacket, urging him to take it off. He complied, throwing the leather material to the side. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, getting on his hands and knees above your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his naked torso.
“I need you.” you whispered, trying to pull his body down to yours. He began to fervently kiss your neck and shoulders. You gasped and groaned at the contact, threading your fingers through his hair and moaning.
“What do you need me to do?” he growled against your skin. His hands trailed down your body to your thighs, cupping them and tugging you forcefully towards his body.
“Knot me.” you said almost shyly. He smiled and tucked his fingers beneath you, unclasping and removing your bra. He then took your shirt, or rather, his shirt, off you and tossed it near his own clothing.
“You want me to knot you baby?” he grumbled, kissing at your cheeks and chest. “Fill you up with my alpha seed?”
Dean reached down and pushed your panties aside, easing his index and middle finger in. You shivered as he collected some of your slick, taking his fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the taste and inhaled deeply, as though high. You were his drug.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, balancing his weight on one hand and reaching for his belt with the other. “You’re so ready to be bred, to be my little omega.” he spoke. His belt came off, and he hastily popped the button and zipper. You placed your palms flat on his chest and wriggled beneath him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs.
You gasped as his cock bumped against your thigh, leaking his own alpha slick. His knot was already forming at the base, and you bit your lip thinking about him inside of you.
“Please, Dean.” You whined, wrapping your arms loosely around the alpha’s neck. He kissed your shoulder and reached a hand down, angling the large head against your pussy lips. You moaned as he rubbed against your slit, wetting his shaft in your slick and teasing your heat.
When he began to push in, you dug your nails into his biceps and cried out at the new sensation. Dean went slow, entering your body inch by inch until he was balls deep.
“Fuck Y/N…” he grunted, supporting himself on both arms above you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the ache, a satisfactory burning spreading through your body.
“Breed me, Dean.” you said softly. He was instantly thrown into his alpha rut, wrapping his large hand around your hip. His other fingers tangled with yours beside your head. You hissed through your teeth as he pumped his hips once.
He began to pick up a rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking omega heat. Dean let out little grunts and grumbles as his cock met resistance against your tight depth.
“This is what you wanted me to do, right?” he grumbled, speeding up. His cock pounded into your trembling body, causing you to groan and hold onto his thick shoulders for dear life. Dean continued to assault your waiting sex.
“D-Dean…Dean…” you whimpered, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His hands went down to cup your thighs, using your body as leverage for his thrusts. You felt his knot building at the base of his shaft.
“Such a good little omega,” Dean grunted. “Taking your alpha’s cock, letting me breed you.”
You fisted the sheets and cried out as Dean lifted your body. He flipped you over on your stomach, leaning over and pinning you down with his cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips slammed into your ass with each heavy thrust, and he buried his face into your neck.
“I’m gonna fill you up with so much of my alpha seed.” he growled, causing you to whine in his grip. He continued to slam into your body for a few more minutes, eventually letting out a low guttural moan. You cried out as he gripped both of your hips and pushed himself deep into you, thickening against your outer lips.
His knot slowly eased into you, swelling and locking you together. Dean fell against your smaller frame and wrapped his arms around you.
He stilled as his cock twitched and pulsed within your depth, releasing his cum. He pushed your hair aside and made a nip on your neck, releasing a bit of blood. You gasped at being filled with his sperm, and the sudden realization.
“Dean, you just…”
“I mated my omega.” he mumbled, shielding your trembling body from the cold air. The thought of you being his omega brought you to a climax, sending waves of heated pleasure coursing through you. Dean held you tight as you gasped and wriggled, the torture of oversensitiveness almost breaking you.
You were locked together for nearly an hour until Dean’s knot was small enough to pull apart. He slid his softening prick out and fell next to you, gathering your body before you could slip away to clean up. He cuddled you to his chest and kissed the mated mark, lifting your chin and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A happy warmth spread through you as his alpha cum dripped from your opening.
“Thank you, alpha.” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. He held you close and sighed, still breathing heavily. Dean ran his fingers through your hair and allowed you to rest.
“I-I love you, Y/N.” he stammered. You lifted your head and smiled, kissing his chest. He returned a grin and curled one arm beneath his head, the other weaving around your body.
“I love you too Dean.” you replied. You settled on him and sighed contentedly.
“I knew you were an omega, before all of this.” he admitted. “I also knew that I’d be the one to knot and breed you, that I was your alpha.”
“Really?” you asked, a bit shocked.
“You would never listen to Sam, but you always obeyed me.” he winked. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest, still a bit shaken from having your first heat—and alpha.
It was only a few minutes later that your slick was heavy again and his knot began to swell once more…
Request: 1) Can I please request a Dean x reader smut, where they are just friends, but the reader is an angel and she kind of hears Dean’s dirty thoughts about her? Then she starts flirting with him and he is confused at first but then he gives in to her touch. And the reader then fingerfucks him, and he is surprised of how much he enjoys it(only if you’re comfortable). Also the reader uses his grace on him and some wing kink if you can. I really need some submissive Dean. Pretty please ❤❤; and 2) Sub!Dean please?
A/N: Enjoy a polyamorous
relationship with the boys (no Wincest), in which you don’t do much
other than explore all your dom/sub kinks. I have so many filthy ideas
for this one- I haven’t been this excited since Faking It! Feedback is appreciated!
Warnings: THIS IS MY NEW SMUT SERIES THAT WILL BE ALL ABOUT KINKS
A/N: See the end for info on what is to come!! I can’t wait
As you tried to open the door you couldn’t think straight as
Dean pressed himself into your back, biting and kissing your neck. Closing your
eyes, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder as you pressed your ass
“Baby girl you better open that door fast or I’m going to
take you right here.”
This fulfills #45 from my Kink List, requested by anon.
warnings: Destiel, anal sex, angry sex, rough sex, somewhat Dom!Cas and Sub!Dean, punishment, spanking, slightly forced sex
word count: ~2100
Castiel slammed the bunker door, already down the stairs by
the time Dean had re-opened it to follow.
“Cas, wait!” he yelled, eyes glimpsing the back of the angel’s
trenchcoat disappearing through the doorway of the hall.
Bottom!Dean waiting on the bed in anticipation for Dom!Cas. On his hands and knees, moaning as Cas’ hands grip his hips tight enough to leave bruises.
Bottom!Dean crying out Castiels name as the angel fucks him hard enough that he can see stars.
Bottom!Dean always loving it when Cas leaves a trail of bite-marks over his skin. They always make him feel loved and owned.
Bottom!Dean purposefully pissing Cas off so the angel pushes him against a wall. Cas pounding that ass until Dean screams the angels name.
Sub!Dean being naughty on purpose to rile up his Dom so he can get spanked. Dom!Cas always giving Dean what he wants, enjoying the noises his sub makes with each harsh smack of the hand or paddle.
Bottom!Dean admiring the red marks of Castiels hands on his ass and thighs. Cas coming up behind him and kissing along the trail of bruising marks he had bitten down Deans throat and over his shoulders.
Bottom!Dean making sure to lick and suck at his lollipops or ice-cream suggestively in front of Cas. Later on putting his skillful mouth to use as he’s on his knees with Castiel’s cock thrusting into it.
Bottom!Dean scratching his nails down Castiels back, leaving deep red scratch marks, his own arching off the bed in pleasure as Castiel thrusts into him.
Bottom!Dean nuzzling Cas and begging to be tied up duriing sex.
Bottom!Dean bent over a desk and spreading his ass-cheeks open while Cas fucks Deans needy hole with his tongue, driving Dean crazy with it until the hunter is begging for the angels cock.
Bottom!Dean biting his lip and feeling hot all over just from having Cas tell him what to do.
Bottom!Dean hiving a voice kink, the need to be filled spreading through him whenever he hears Castiels voice laced with authority.
Bottom!Dean being insatiable in bed, not satisfied with just one round. Only happy once he’s been fucked to the point that his legs are shaking and he’s unable to form words during sex.
Bottom!Dean basking in the after-sex glow and cuddling close to Cas.