Good boy.

This is a personal collection of works for my own amusement. Dean/Castiel like 99.9% of the time (gentle dom!Dean enthusiast) if not solo Cas. Sidebar credit. VERY NSFW!

Cas knows it’s wrong to be on his hands and knees for anyone but God, but then again, Dean Winchester had a way of making wrong things feel so incredibly right. And when those long, merciless fingers that have loaded weapons and cleaned wounds latch onto the base of his wings, the world feels right in a way that it never has before.

Hips canting and moans dropping from his spit-slick lips, Cas presses back against Dean, feeling the hot length in him slide deeper, pulsing. The sweat-damp sheets will not survive his clenched fingers, but Cas cannot bring himself to care as those merciless fingers work at his feathers with relish. Dean doesn’t even need to thrust, doesn’t want to, not when he can grab wings of grace and shadow and feathers and pull. Cas is only too happy to help him out, hips shoving impatiently against Dean’s groin, wings fluttering as much as they can, ensnared in that iron grip as they are. His toes are curling into the mattress and he’s shaking, elbows threatening to drop him. For all his angelic strength, he cannot withstand the way Dean holds him in place and cruelly grinds the thick head of his leaking cock against Cas’ prostate.

A high, long keen forms in his throat, slowing pushing out even as Dean slides back, just to be punched out of him as Dean slams back in without warning or care. Finally, finally, Cas’ arms give out on him, sending him face-first into the mattress. The smell of sex and Dean and sweat assaults him, and he greedily holds his breath as Dean pistons in and out of him without mercy.

One clever hand slips from his feathers and between his stomach and his thighs, gripping Cas’ neglected cock and jerking it in time with Dean’s thrusts. With every thrust (between Dean’s hand and hips, he will not last much longer), Cas lets loose a whimper. The hand still on his wing slides up to fist in Cas’ hair, forcing his face deeper into the sheets, muffling the noises. But when fingers toy with the head of his cock, Cas breaks, his come spurting almost violently onto the bed, rump collapsing and dragging Dean with him so that Dean lies on top of him. His entire body is clenching with the force of his orgasm, and he can feel and hear Dean cursing as he topples into orgasm too. Cas squeezes his eyes shut, trembling as he feels the liquid warmth ooze within him.

He reopens them some time later when warm, open kisses at the bases of his wings rouse him. Dean is lying on his side next to Cas, fingers gently tweaking wayward feathers back into place even as he kisses away the rapidly fading lovebites peppering Cas’ back.

“I hate you,” Cas informs Dean tiredly, twisting his neck slightly to glare at Dean from the corner of his eye. Dean grins, hearing just the opposite.

WRITTEN BY THE WONDERFUL “REXBUTT” ———————————————————————————

[purgatory-jar]

#cas is so eager #he doesn’t even let dean undress them properly 

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Do yourself a favor and click on the image for a better quality!

[heavenstoys]

You are my new fave blog. Praise bottom!cas yo

Amen. 

[avyssoseleison]

i just need dean coming in cas, and cas thinking that they’re finished now and trying to draw away, but dean grabbing him by his hips and pulling him fully back onto his softening cock, keeping him there, tightly pressed, slowly gyrating his hips and making sure that his angel takes every last drop of his come

[checkertrees]

PLS TELL ME YOUR SMUTTY PIRATE AU HEADCANONS

*cracks knuckles* letS GO

So Dean first sees Cas and thinks he’s a prostitute. It’s not his fault, the kid’s walking around with his hair sticking up in every direction and his lips red and chapped, and his shirt askew like he’d just gotten fucked in a back alley

So he approaches the kid and offers him a dozen gold pieces if he’ll spend the night, and the boy looks positively scandalized. That’s when Dean starts to wonder if he’s really a prostitute after all, but after a moment the boy hesitantly accepts, stuffing the gold into his purse quickly.

After introducing himself as Cas, the boy follows Dean obediently to the ship. Once he sees it though, he stops dead, his eyes wide with shock and a little bit of horror. It’s clear he recognizes the ship, but Dean just chuckles and promises that he won’t hurt him, he’ll only take what he paid for.

That night, Dean finds out that Cas isn’t a whore. The first time Dean fucks him, he starts to cry from how good it feels, his tiny body completely covered by Dean’s own and small whimpers punched out of him that Dean eagerly swallows. He’s too shocked and awed by the feeling to be a virgin, and soon after they’ve both come for the first time, Dean finds out that he just deflowered the virginal son of Governor Michael.

They fuck several more times that night, and when they’re done Cas’s stomach is slightly bloated with come, and it’s dripping out of his hole and staining his thighs white. Dean gifts him with an ivory plug, and makes Cas promise that he’ll use it while Dean’s gone, to keep himself ready until he returns.

When Dean returns a month later, he sneaks into Cas’s rooms to find the boy passed out, asleep, on the bed, his legs splayed open obscenely to reveal the base of the plug. Dean wakes him up by fucking into that tight, wet hole, and he has to gag Cas with his belt to make sure he doesn’t wake up the whole household.

They go on like this for months, well past Castiel’s 19th birthday, when most breeders his age are married off, but one night over a year after they first met, Dean climbs through Cas’s window to find the boy huddled on his giant bed, tear streaks on his face and a piece of crumpled parchment clutched in his fist.

Cas tells Dean that he’s being married, sold practically, to the governor of a neighboring town, Crowley, who’s more than twenty years older than him and needs a breeder to give him an heir. He tries to convince Dean to take him on the Impala that night, to take him away from his father and his engagement and his duty.

They don’t have sex that night. Dean holds Cas until he’s calmed down, and they fall asleep together, fingers laced together and faces inches apart. Castiel wakes up alone, a sloppy I’m sorry scrawled on the back of his engagement notice.

The next months are torture. Cas doesn’t see Dean once, and he thinks that Dean abandoned him now that he’s engaged, now that there’s a complication. He prepares for his wedding to Crowley, and the inevitable wedding night, and tries not to cry.

It’s the day of Castiel’s wedding and he’s given up hope. He’s dressed in the customary white robes for breeders, his makeup perfect and his hair styled to perfection. He’s never felt quite so disgusted at himself. 

He’s walking down the isle, Crowley smirking at him from the end, when the church goes silent. Castiel stops in the middle of the floor, too afraid to turn around and have his hopes dashed. His father stands from the front row and draws his sword, and Cas starts to let himself believe that it could be true.

“What do you want, Pirate?” Michael asks, and Castiel can practically hear Dean’s smirk before the twin silver blades are crossed at his throat. He tries to stop himself from smiling as Dean tugs him out of the chapel and into the crowded streets without a word to his father.

As soon as they get onto the Impala, Dean’s crew sets the ship to sea, smirking knowingly at them as Dean drags Cas below deck into his cabin. As soon as the door is shut behind them, Cas is flung onto the bed, Dean on top of him seconds later.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” Cas admits breathily as Dean starts to divest him of his robes, kissing his way down Cas’s chest reverently.

“I’ll always come for you, Cas,” Dean promises, and Cas arches a brow, looking down expectantly at the bulge in Dean’s trousers.

“I certainly hope so.”

A few days later, Governor Michael’s search party finds Castiel’s wedding robes washed up on the beach, a hole in the back and blood stains marring the pure white cloth. He’s pronounced officially dead that day.

But sometimes, when the Impala comes in to dock, people see a bright-eyed, wild haired boy climbing the riggings, the captain looking up at him fondly from below.

[avyssoseleison]

“Ah-ah-ah,” Dean tuts and slides one pre-come wet finger first over Cas’ lips, then inside his mouth, coating his tongue with a sweet little film of his essence until his thumb settles there, and presses down firmly.

“Mouth open, baby. As pretty as you are with my come all over your face, I also want you to taste it.”

Cas swallows around his thumb, hazy blue eyes blinking up at Dean and where he works over his own cock, the head of it aimed at Cas’ face, ready to paint, ready to claim. Dean looks back, always does, always getting off on the eye contact and on being able to see Cas in the moment either or both of them break.

But Dean’s the one to break first today, the one to give in the moment their eyes meet. Because not even an angel kneeling in front of him or the facial said angel is about to receive or the wet little whimpers Cas lets out around Dean’s insistent tongue are quite so good, as much of a turn-on, as that moment of eye contact, of nothing but desire and endless trust on Cas’ flushed and too clean face.

So Dean grips himself tight, forces Cas’ tongue down even more and comes in long, hot strokes all over Cas’ lashes and lips, over the bridge of his nose and right into his wet and willing mouth.

[hothleiaa]

for @nestingangels, my cas-in-crop-tops princess || 1.2k of bottom!cas filth

The ancient window air conditioner broke three weeks ago, right at the end of the last heat wave at the end of July. Dean, certain that the worst of the summer heat was over anyways, never bothered to fix it. Since both of their student budgets meant buying a new one was out of the picture, their twelfth-story downtown apartment burns as hot as a fucking sauna as temperatures skyrocket in the middle of August, and Kansas City breaks a new record for hottest day of the summer.

Today, they’ve been trying to keep cool in other ways. A solitary fan oscillates back and forth, blowing warm air around the tiny studio apartment. A lime green cooler full of ice, popsicles, and beer sits closed on the kitchen counter. Most notably, however, they’ve been walking around in as little clothes as possible since they woke up, which is likely what brought them here:

Dean’s sweaty ass sticking to the leather couch that Naomi Novak kindly offered up for a small fee as their move-in present, and said-woman’s youngest son riding his dick in nothing but a blue crop top with “PIZZA” written across the chest.

Keep reading

[purgatory-jar]

“What happened to you?”

“You Life”

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‘Cause endverse is still the saddest

[purgatory-jar]

Holy, holy, holy. 

[checkertrees]

ok…no offense…but Cas deserves to be pampered and praised so much. He deserves to be lovingly spread out in the bed and rimmed to within an inch of his life until he’s shaking and trembling with overstimulation, Dean’s fingers pressing against his prostate and his lips pressing obscene kisses to Cas’s swollen, sloppy rim.

[heavenstoys]

Dean’s got the middle of the night and the backseat of the Impala, but most importantly he’s got Cas underneath him, writhing and panting and sixteen years old, for Christ’s sake.

[antivancoffeelover]

#destroybeestiels2k15

Castiel can barely breathe. He’s nearly sobbing and his body is shaking. Tears drop from his eyes, sliding down the sides of his head and into the sheets he’s been sweating on for the last twenty minutes. No human being should be able to fuck for twenty minutes straight, but Dean hasn’t pulled out once. The thrusts have slowed, Dean has loomed over him and ground into his ass in circles, but his dick has been firmly in Castiel’s ass the entire time. 

The stretch feels so good, better than any toy or any dick he’s had from guys his own age. Young guys can fuck like rabbits, but this is so much better. It’s like he’s been hunted and Dean’s taking his time enjoying the kill. He’s going to die like this. The paramedics will find his eighteen year old body dead in a thirty-four year old’s apartment, covered in come and smiling about it. It’s not a bad way to go, all things considered. 

Dean’s hands go from his hips to the bed by his shoulders, caging him in. Castiel takes a deep, shuddering breath and lifts his legs higher up Dean’s sides. The change in angle makes Dean growl, and his arms begin to shake. 

“Fuck,” Dean grits out. 

He goes down to his elbows and starts slamming his hips against Castiel’s ass. Castiel whimpers and claws at Dean’s back, delighted in the hiss and the way Dean bites his neck.

“Gonna come, Cas.” Dean’s voice is thin and breathy, and Castiel wants to hear it like that again and again.

“Please. Inside me, please.” Castiel locks his ankles together behind Dean’s back. 

Two more hard thrusts and Dean stills inside him, his cock swollen and as hard as Castiel’s ever felt it. Dean pants and moans as he bathes Castiel’s neck in kisses. 

Castiel sighs and relaxes under the weight of Dean’s body. He won’t be walking right for the next several days, and he couldn’t be happier.

[slyther-sin]

how do you feel about Cas swearing in Enochian when Dean fucks him?

i am here for this

and maybe cas has been teaching dean some enochian already (dean finally understands the ‘you breed with the mouth of a goat’ joke) so dean feels extra smug that he can fuck cas so hard that cas swears in another language

[preservedcucumbers]

Oh my god.

Lettie colored the picture I drew in the Livestream last night.

My mind is completely blown, how do you do this color magic

[needslessdomcas]

the times when cas most often begs dean for more children is when he’s already pregnant

[casblues]

i have no excuse.

[kimbeekitty]