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virtue, deanxrowena, 1.4K for @silver9mm, bby I want to be your dirty little teacup <3

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Back straight. Chest out. Dean twists his wrists, squeezing his fingers shut in a fist, then letting them uncurl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Shifting his knees, the plastic laid out under him crinkles loudly. She pauses what she’s doing to look at him with a disapprovingly arched eyebrow. It’s as  precise and well painted as the rest of her face.

Dean looks back down, and stills. Quiet.

There’s a rug underneath the plastic, bright red oriental pattern, well padded and he likes doing longer scenes where there’s good carpet instead of the hard wood of her playroom.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It’s quiet except for the rattle of the teapot’s lid when it’s tipped. Small hands on a bone white china, red roses curling around the top and down the handle. Her nails are painted a soft, muted red that almost matches.

The solarium is flooded with sunlight through ceiling high windows, bushes lining the garden outside providing privacy. The afternoon sunlight glints off the perfectly curled fall of her long red hair, shining on the sequins of her midnight blue dress.

The plastic is loud when Dean shifts again. Chest out. Back straight. Arms folded behind him with hands clasped around forearms - except when he’s fidgeting - the rope harness wrapped around his chest pulls as he moves and Dean appreciates the presence of it. Soft, white rope.

“Hasn’t anyone told you patience is a virtue darling?”

Rowena looks down at him, fingers loosely splayed over the teacup, resting on its lip as they move back and forth, steam curling up in the sunny air.

Dean rolls his eyes, stills again. Quiet.

“Personally, I’m not one for virtue.”

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What Dean Wants

Castiel was a gentle lover, to a fault really, clearly terrified of hurting Dean. He supposed it was hardly surprising, with the strength of an angel all it would take was one moment of carelessness and he could destroy Dean. After all, before Dean, Cas had never had sex while in possession of his grace. Dean bore it out for as long as he could, but soon he couldn’t take it. Every kind word and soft caress sent agonising shards of guilt radiating through him, far worse than anything he had experienced in hell. He didn’t deserve this, couldn’t.
“Cas?” Dean spoke into the sheets as Cas softly topped him from behind.
“Yes Dean?”
“Can we…” Dean trailed off, he couldn’t say it out loud, couldn’t vocalise something as personal as this.
“Can we what? What do you want?” Cas walked around the bed to where he lay, kneeling down so his face was level with Dean’s, concern creasing those beautiful features. Dean sat up slightly.
“I just… It just…” He couldn’t find the words.
Cas reached a hand out to stroke Dean’s cheek, no doubt feeling the tension in his jaw, seeing the fear of rejection in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Dean looked down, scared that Cas would read his thoughts, and be scared away. Cas leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. “You know you can tell me anything.” He said quietly, eyes conveying the heartfelt conviction of his words, the honesty of an angel.
“You’re being…Too nice to me.” Dean looked directly at him with those last words. Too late to turn back now.
He could see confusion cloud Castiel’s expression, he wondered if the angel would even have the human knowledge to understand his meaning, then it cleared.
“I don’t have to be.”
With that, he slammed Dean back down on the mattress, holding him down with a firm hand pressed into the small of his back as he moved to straddle him. He thrust into Dean, hard enough for the headboard to crash against the wall.
Dean cried out. He felt Castiel falter for a moment, lessening the pressure on his back with the hint of a question. Dean nodded his head a fraction of an inch, and that was all the confirmation Cas needed. He resumed fucking Dean, each thrust somehow harder than the last, reaching depths Dean didn’t know he had.
Dean grabbed the sheets, fists curling around the material in an attempt to ground himself. Cas noticed his movements, then in a single smooth motion, pulled his arms away from the bedspread and pinned them to his lower back, effortlessly holding them there with one hand as the other grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved his face down hard into the mattress.
Dean shook as an orgasm was wrenched from his soul, his hips violently bucking beneath Castiel’s punishing weight. Castiel’s own orgasm following close behind.
Cas collapsed on top of Dean, releasing his hands and his hair as he did so. Dean just lay there as Cas planted tender kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck. It was only when he moved up to kiss his cheek that Cas realised he was crying, tears streaming down his face and soaking the mattress below, his shoulders starting to shake from the silent sobs. Cas hurriedly rolled him onto his side, horrified that he had caused such pain in the man he loved so much.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The words rushed out, the panic increasing as Dean only seemed to cry harder, his sobs vocal now. “Dean I-”
“Thank you.” Dean spoke hoarsely, the tears not letting up despite his words. Cas was utterly confused.
“I can heal you if you’re hurt, let me-” he reached out a hand to heal whatever damage he had done, but Dean took hold of his wrist and gently moved it away.
“I’m not hurt Cas. I’m… I’m great. I just… I’d needed that for so long…” The tears that had begun to let up flowed down his cheeks once again. Dean turned his face away, feeling shame redden his face as his senses returned. Cas sat back down beside him, pulling him up with the lightest of touches, then brought his face to his and kissed the tears away. Dean leant into the angel’s touch and kissed him softly, slowly, and completely honestly.
“Thank you.” Cas murmured against his lips, his voice deep and emotional.
“What for?” Dean asked, feeling that he should be the one doing the thanking.
“For letting me see you, the real you.”
Dean responded with a deep kiss, not knowing the words to describe all that he felt in that moment, he didn’t need to. Castiel knew all he wanted to say. He let out a blissful sigh, and lay down to rest in the warmth of his angel’s arms, at complete peace for the first time.

What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

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.

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Bite Me. Dean Winchester.

Request:  Can you please do a Dean x reader smut, where the reader is a vampire and Dean has feelings for her, and she likes him too, but he doesn’t know. Then Dean and Sam return a little injured from a hunt and the reader sees Dean shirtless (because he was stitching a wound or something, I don’t know) and she just loses it and kisses him,that leading to smut. Also, it would be amazing if Dean lets the reader drink his blood while they are having sex,and he kind of enjoys the pain(if it’s not too weird)

Triggers: Smut. Blood/Injury Kink. Biting.

Word Count: 2021

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“You sure you guys will be okay?” You asked, getting a bit antsy as your eyes flashed slightly.

Dean smiled to you and shuffled your hair. “Relax, Y/N. We got this. Just be sure to draw the curtains in so you don’t burn up.”

“It’s not like that, Dean,” You growled, playfully flashing your fangs at them.

Dean waved his fingers playfully at you. “Oh, what? Gonna bite me?” He teased. Sam smacked his chest to which you snickered as your fangs retracted. “Seriously though. Try to get some rest, Y/N. You were busting ass pretty hard.”

“Just be careful. If anything happens, call. I mean it.”

“We’ll be fine,” Sam said before kissing your head. You smiled as his scent hit your nose. “Stay inside.”

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Just a Little Jealous (NSFW...ish)

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.

“I am…beyond sorry ma’am.”

Dean covers his own mouth while Cas fucks him from behind, buries his face in the sheets to muffle the sounds. No one should hear him come apart. No one should see him this desperate.

“I want to hear you,” Cas gasps, voice thick with want, as if he’s a mind reader. Maybe he is. Cas thrusts again and Dean keens into his fist, close now, still hiding. “Dean,” Cas pants. “Don’t hide from me.”

Thrusting sharply again, Cas grabs Dean’s wrists, removes one from its purchase fisted in the sheets, the other from his mouth. He pins them both behind him.  Dean gasps in surprise, gasp turning into a moan as Cas brushes his prostate.

“Good,” Cas manages to get out, losing his rhythm now, and Dean can tell he’s close, too, that hearing Dean brought him closer to the edge.

“Cas,” Dean breathes, working this newfound power.  "Cas, fuck yes,“ and maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Cas is breathing heavier now, thrusting harder and faster and more irregularly.  He wrenches one last moan from Dean and then comes hard, collapsing onto Dean’s back, face in his shoulder, heat in Dean’s ass.

Angry

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: Castiel is very angry with Dean.

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.

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Make Me

Requested by Anonymous

Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Characters: Dean x Castiel (Destiel)

Warnings: smut (this is probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written), fluff, cussing, cockslut!Dean, Dom!Cas, hesitant!Dean, Sub!Dean, Bottom!Dean… yeah I think that’s it.

Blonde, or wait was she a red head? No, the red head was last night, so she is definitely blonde. She probably has a name like Casey, or Calie or Britney. Something super girly like most blondes with fake boobs, shorter than should be humanly possible skirts and 6 inch heels. Yeah, life was good for Dean Winchester, well at least his sex life. Monsters were still haunting his dreams and he was still drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol. Regardless, every night he got to forget about his crap life and get more action than most men can even imagine.

For Cas on the other hand, Deans night time “adventures” are really getting on his nerves. Now that Cas is human he needs his sleep, however the endless moans of “OH YEAH, DEAN. RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!” or “YOU LOOK HOT WHEN YOU RIDE MY DICK LIKE THAT” or the more common and simple “FUCK. OHH. MMM. YEAH FUCK” coming through the adjacent wall in the motels are keeping him up and he can’t stand it any more. Tonight is no exception! 

Dean has been pulling this crap for two straight weeks. Although Castiel found Dean’s noises fucking delicious, he knew something was wrong. 

Yes, he loved the way Dean sounded. He’s had a soft spot, no, a melted caramel plush fluffy spot for the older Winchester for awhile now. He was going to have to talk to Dean tomorrow about what the hell he thought he was doing. 

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As planned, when Castiel heard Dean awake he marched over to his room and banged on the door. 

Dean answered the door only wearing boxer briefs which fit beautifully. Castiel did a once over of the man in front of him and blushed furiously at just how much skin was showing. 

“Hey, Cas.” Dean smirked. He was still glowing from sex last night. Well… Very early this morning. 

“Hello, Dean. May I come in?” Castiel gulped. 

“Sure. But uh- it’s kind of a mess in here.”

“I can imagine.” Castiel said under his breath. Cas came in and sat down at the table with Dean. 

“What’s up, Cas?” Dean’s morning voice was gravelly against the soft silence of the room. 

“What’s wrong with you? Something is wrong, Dean. You’ve brought over a dozen girls home in the last two weeks. One every night. Two on a couple nights.” Castiel muttered. 

“What do you mean what’s wrong? I’m great!” Dean lied. 

“No. You aren’t.” Castiel stood, growing slightly angry. 

Dean stood as well. 

Castiel stalked towards Dean, making Dean walk slowly backwards until his warm back hit the cold wall. Castiel still stood about a foot and a half from Dean. 

“Your little flings are keeping me up. All. Night. And I’m not particularly enjoying the lack of sleep.”

“Cas, I’m not gonna stop enjoying myself just because you lose a couple hours of shut eye. I hate how that sounds but I’m having a good time.” Dean laughed darkly. 

“You’re going to stop.” Castiel stepped closer to Dean. 

Dean’s jaw clenched, “Make me.“ 

Castiel pressed Dean into the wall, pinning his hands above his head as Castiel crashed his lips against Dean’s harshly. 

They stood like that for a few seconds and then Castiel pulled back a few inches slowly and stared at Dean as his eyes grew dark. 

Dean was positively flustered as his candy apple green eyes stared widely at Cas. 

"Uh-” Dean breathed. 

“Think about it.” Castiel growled and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. 

Dean let out a sharp breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. His arms were still beside and over his head although no one was holding them there. He lowered his arms and leaned his head back against the wall. 

Did Cas seriously just do that? Dean thought. 

Yeah. He totally did

Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. The only thing he was sure of was that THAT was fucking hot

Dean thought he was straight. He knew he was straight. He told himself that but his dick was telling him otherwise. 

“No. Nope.” Dean said to himself. “I’m not-” he sighed.

Dean went and sat on the bed, his elbows propped up on his knees and leaned down so he could hold his face in his hands. 

The past couple weeks Dean had been great. Every night was just “Wam, Bam, thank you ma'am”. And Dean was fine with that. But why had he been doing that?

Castiel was right. He was just trying to fill an empty hole. What hole? He had no clue. 

Maybe Castiel could-

“Fuck!” Dean hissed quietly to the room. “Shit. I don’t even-” Dean whispered to himself and flopped back on the bed. Lust and confusion clouding his mind. 

Back in Castiel’s room he was having a total meltdown and adrenaline rush. 

“What the-” he said to himself. 

“What the hell did I just do? I just kissed Dean Winchester. I kissed-” he whispered, bringing his fingers up to his swollen lips. 

“Hmm.” Castiel shrugged and gave himself a mental pat on the back for the sudden rush of confidence. 

Castiel laid back on the bed with a smile across his face and he finally got a few hours of sleep.

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That afternoon, after Castiel’s nap, he woke to the sound of soft moaning coming from Dean’s room and he swears if Dean has another girl over he’s gonna kill him. 

But the only sounds he heard came from one person and they were definitely Dean’s. Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and his hands fisted into the sheets at the shear thought and image of Dean’s current activity. 

Cas clenched his jaw and breathed heavily for a moment. He could feel himself getting worked up and maybe, just maybe, Dean was teasing him. 

He stood and took off his coats, the temperature increase slowed slightly but Dean’s moans paused for a moment then returned louder than before. 

Before Castiel had the chance to rip Dean’s throat out he needed to figure out why he was gonna rip his throat out. 

Castiel flung his door open, stomped next door, and kicked Dean’s door in. 

There Dean was, fully clothed, kneeling on the bed, hands on the wall, and his fake moans stopped the second his door flew open. 

“Uhm…” Dean mumbled. 

“I see you’ve though about it. It’s not very polite, teasing me. Is it, Dean?” Castiel’s voice was rough with lust. 

“No, but you look pretty worked up. I find it kinda funny.” Dean laughed once. 

“No. It’s not. You’ve been a bad boy, Dean. I think I’ll have to punish you.” Castiel lowered his head, shut the door with his foot, and stalked towards Dean who was now sitting regularly with his feet hanging off the bed. 

“Fuck.” Dean breathed. He had to admit, Cas was being unfairly sexy right now and damn, was he turned on by it. 

Castiel walked to Dean, then got on him to straddle his lap. Cas put his hands on Dean’s shoulders and Dean put his hands behind himself to stay sitting up. Cas leaned in, licking a stripe along Dean’s jaw. Dean’s eyes flutter closed as his lips parted slightly. 

Cas rolled his hips hard against Dean’s and they could each feel how hard the other was. 

“Cas…” Dean moaned against the former angel’s neck and his hands wove into his deep brown hair. 

Castiel whispered to Dean, “I think you’re enjoying this too much.” His lips brushed against Dean’s ear, his breath making Dean shiver. 

“I-” Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that. 

“That’s okay. But like I said, you will be punished.” Castiel kissed Dean’s temple and kept rolling his hips as his hands went to Dean’s toned chest. 

“Oh- I- fuck.” Dean groaned. 

Castiel was good at this and Dean momentarily wondered where he’d picked up such talents, but then remembered he didn’t care as long as Cas never stopped. 

“You’re very aroused.” Cas simply stated, but his voice was still dripping of sex. 

“I’m gonna- Cas, I’m gonna-” Dean tried to form a sentence but failed miserably. 

When Castiel heard Dean’s words, he stood and stepped away, leaving Dean to shiver and fall back on the bed, panting. 

“What the fuck?” Dean whined. 

“This is your punishment. You can stay like this all day. At lunch, in front of Sammy, while you’re driving… And you can’t do anything about it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you later.” Castiel smirked. 

“I cannot believe-” Dean started. 

“Believe it, babe.” Cas shrugged, kissed Dean’s cheek and started to leave. But before he did, he turned back around “Speaking of lunch, I’m hungry. I’ll go grab Sammy and we’ll go to the diner down the road. Straighten up.”

“O- okay.” Dean stuttered. 

“Good boy.” Castiel winked and left. He had Dean wrapped around his little finger. 

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“Dean, you ready?” Sam banged on his door. 

Dean got up with a grunt, going and opening the door to see Sam. 

“Woah, you okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was strained. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You just look kinda flush. You can hang back if you need to.” Sam said, concerned. 

“I’m fine, man.” Dean smiled, heading to the Impala. 

His hard-on rubbed teasingly against his jeans and he didn’t know how the fuck he would get through the day. 

They went to a movie after lunch and Sam wanted to see something other than them so throughout the whole movie Castiel traced around the bulge in Dean’s jeans with a finger. 

Later, they went to dinner, where Castiel proceeded to send dirty thoughts to Dean. 

At last, they went back to the motel and Dean had never been happier to get back to the hell hole of a place. 

Once Sam disappeared down in his room, Castiel grabbed Dean and pulled him into his room. Castiel’s room was much neater and they could do a whole lot more damage in there. The bed was bigger, and there was a lot more free wall space to push Dean against. 

Speaking of, Castiel pressed Dean against the wall and attacked his neck with open mouthed kisses. 

“C- Cas!” Dean moaned. 

“Mm?” Cas hummed against Dean’s neck. 

“Please- I’m- you’re killing me.” Dean whined. 

“Patience.” Castiel breathed against Dean’s ear, making him shiver. 

Castiel fell to his knees into front of Dean, his blue eyes looking up at the hunter. 

Dean gasped at the sight.

“Have you been a good boy?” Cas tilted his head. 

Dean nodded. 

“That’s what I thought.” Castiel began to mouth at Dean’s hardness through his jeans. 

“F- fuck.” Dean moaned and carded his fingers through Castiel’s hair. Dean bucked his hips but Cas pressed them back up against the wall. 

Castiel quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Dean’s pants, ripping them along with his boxers down his legs. Dean got the memo and threw his jacket across the room, his shirt soon following. Castiel kissed Dean’s thighs as he pulled off his two coats, loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his t shirt. 

Cas licked a stripe up Dean’s dick, ending with a swirl of his tongue around the tip. Dean groaned and threw his head back. 

Cas stood and finished taking off his shirt. Dean was stark naked and Castiel was still wearing his pants, his very tight fitting pants.

Cas’ hands cupped Dean’s jaw firmly as he leaned is to kiss him, teeth and tongue. Castiel rolled his hips and Dean whimpered. He fucking whimpered.

Castiel rapidly unbuckled his belt and in ten seconds he was just as naked as Dean. Dean stared down at Cas’ cock and swallowed thickly at the sight of it. 

“Like what you see?” Castiel growled. 

“Y- yeah.” Dean stuttered, reaching for it and dragging his finger slowly along the underside. 

Cas’ eyes rolled back in his head. “Did I say you could do that? No. I’m gonna have to… Restrain you." 

Dean gasped at the suggestion. Castiel grabbed his blue tie, pulling Dean’s arms in front of him and tying them at the wrists. Dean bit his lip, looking at his bound hands. 

"Too tight, baby?” Cas asked. 

“Perfect.”

“Good. Now get on the bed, all fours, and stick that sweet ass of yours up in the air for me.” Castiel walked to the other side of the room, as Dean followed his orders, grabbing a little box of toys and lube among other things.

 Dean turned to Castiel, “Whatcha got there, Cas?”

Cas pulled out a small bottle of lube and a vibrator. 

“F- fuck. Oh.” Dean moaned and buried his face in the pillows. 

Castiel walked over behind Dean, setting the two items down on the bed as he crawled up to kneel on it. 

Cas placed both hands on Dean’s ass, then gave an experimental squeeze, eliciting a high pitched moan from Dean. 

Cas’ gaze moved from Dean’s glorious back, down to his little pink hole. “Fuck.” Cas cursed. 

“Wha- Oh… Oh fuck- Cas!” Dean whined. 

Castiel had leaned down to lick Dean. His tongue dipped in a couple short times, making Dean say ungodly things. 

Castiel was basically eating out Dean’s ass and Dean could not get enough.

Castiel worked a finger into Dean, then two, scissoring him open. Dean rocked back onto Cas’ fingers, grunting with each movement. The former angel pulled his fingers and face away, “Flip.” He demanded. 

Dean did so and met the most lustful, primal gaze he’d ever seen from anyone. The blue in Cas’ eyes had almost vanished around the large black pupils. 

Dean put his bound hands over his head on the pillows and spread his legs wide. 

“So fucking hot.” Cas leaned down to lick and nip at Dean’s v-lines. 

“Cas- please…” Dean bucked up looking for friction. 

Castiel grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting a few feet away and pressed it slowly into Dean on the lowest setting. 

Cas crawled back and supported himself on his forearms around Dean’s hips and leant down to lightly run his teeth along Dean’s shaft. 

“JESUS FUCK!” Dean pressed his nails into his palms, most likely breaking the skin from how it felt. 

“Please Cas. I’m- Ah! Im so close!” Dean pleaded. 

“Not until I say.” Castiel’s tone and hot breath against him was killing Dean and he felt like he was gonna blow his load involuntarily if Cas said one more thing. 

Castiel sat up, pulled the vibrator out, threw it behind him lubed up fast and thrusted into Dean harshly. 

“Ah ah!!!” Dean whimpered as Cas pressed Dean’s knees up by his chest. The new angle allowed Castiel to get even deeper and fuck, Dean was gonna die. His face went from contorted pleasure to completely blissed-out and Castiel fucking loved it. 

Cas’ hands were beneath Dean, on his back and his face was buried in Dean’s neck as he sucked hard on Dean’s collarbone. He was gonna give Dean twice as many hickies, twice as dark as all the girls gave him in the past two weeks. Moments ago Cas had even gave Dean a couple marks on his backside. 

“Dean. Such a little cockslut aren’t you?” Cas grunted against Dean’s jaw. 

Dean nodded furiously. “Been wanting you so bad, Cas.”

“Good. Do you wanna cum?" 

"Please, oh god, yes please… Sir.” Dean added the last bit to see what Cas would do. He got the exact reaction he’d hoped for, Cas growled in approval and pressed a wet kiss to Dean’s cheek. 

Cas’ hand ran down Dean’s stomach and stroked his cock harshly. “Cum for me, baby.”

Dean came harder than ever before with a scream of Castiel’s name. He clenched around Cas and that triggered his orgasm. They both pushed, pulled, and moaned until there was nothing left.

Castiel pulled out and off of Dean, untying him and curling up behind him. 

Dean had serious trouble catching his breath and calming down, but Cas comforted him by tracing patterns into his arm. 

“Cas-” Dean gulped a breath of air. “I didn’t know you had it in you. But shit, I’m glad you had it in me." 

They both laughed at Dean’s remark and Cas kissed the side of Dean’s neck. "You enjoyed it?”

Dean chuckled, “Did you see me a few minutes ago? There are no words to describe how much I fucking loved it.”

“I’m glad.” Castiel had gone from this dominant, rough guy back to his soft self so quickly that it practically gave Dean whiplash. It was totally worth it though. 

Dean turned over in Cas’ arms to face the blue eyed man. 

Dean ran his fingers through Cas’ hair and Cas closed his eyes, humming softly. 

“So, you gonna let me get some sleep or what?” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes with a smile. 

Dean bit his lip, “After that, I don’t think either of us will have time for sleeping ever again.”

Smut Appreciation Day 2k17

So I was gonna try and get out some Jared size!kink smutty goodness out today, but it looks like it’s gonna be longer than I bargained for (pun intended)

That will be posted at some point, but for now I thought I’d compile all of my smut fics and series’ with smut into one place so y’all can read away to your heart’s content - got a whole lotta Sam, a decent amount of Dean, and a smattering of others.

Happy Smut Appreciation Day, y’all


Sam x Reader

Soy Un Perdedor - You reluctantly go to a male strip club for your friend’s bachelorette party, but when you get a lap dance from the gorgeous Orion, your opinion of the night changes dramatically. - 5.8k, stipper!Sam, size/height difference

Forgive Me, FatherYou find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room. - 3.7k, virgin!priest!Sam/stripper!reader

My Best Friend’s BrotherYou’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided. - 3.4k, reader gender unspecified

Ask For What You WantYour husband, Sam, is a big-shot business owner. His employees don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. - 3.1k, sub!Sam/dom!reader

Keep reading

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Daddy Rollins getting it on in the ring 

Dean is delicious on his hands and knees 

Seth appreciates it a lot

I appreciate it a lot 

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Bottom!Dean is perfection.
  • 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. 


    Bottom Dean makes me happy!