What previously undiscovered kink did Destiel awaken in you? Bonus points if you answer with a doodle or a ficlet.
(But also everything is made up and the points don't matter)
I wish I could say Omegaverse for this but my first Omegaverse and first smut on AO3 was actually sastiel flavoured 😅 which I will have an occasional soft spot for but isn't my main focus...
As for Destiel well I think something more on the rough side cos skirting between pain and pleasure for these two works far too well. Writing this I feel has got me out of a slump I had after restrainstiel so that made me feel really good to get this written out in one evening!
Without further ado... here's 1.1k of just that :)
Dean’s left eye is already coming up in a dark bruise and blood runs down, mostly dried, from the opposite eyebrow. It smarts, but it’s manageable and Dean would really like to get himself cleaned up. However, Cas has had a hold of his sleeve since the moment they all stepped through the bunker door. Sam slams it shut behind them before announcing that he’s going to hit the showers and disappears. Dean quietly ignores the grip and makes his way to his bedroom with the angel in tow. Perhaps he’s just waiting for them to get to the bedroom to heal Dean, but Dean also knows that there’s no reason why he couldn’t have done it before now. Before Dean drove a hundred miles home with an ache in his shoulder that he hasn’t felt in a long time.
To be fair the vampire had tossed him most of the way across the room, so he’s pretty sure it’s dislocated. So Castiel’s hand in resetting it would be great. Dean pushes open his bedroom door with his good arm and pulls Castiel in along with him.
“Hey, Cas, could you…” Dean doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Castiel turns him and tugs Dean down to his knees. “Ah!” Dean bites out as his knees hit the concrete adding to his plethora of injuries. The twinge settles in moments though and Dean gazes up to see a feral look in Castiel’s eyes.
Oh.
Dean breathes, holding his head up with a little more confidence. He nods once, then swallows.
Castiel looks down at Dean, feeling arousal curl within him. He reaches forward, ignoring how his cock is hardening in his slacks for a moment, to cup Dean’s face. He swipes his thumb gently over the bruise to his left eye, but Dean still winces a little at the pressure he puts on the delicate skin. He drops his thumb down to Dean’s lip instead, a small cut in the centre of their plushness, and presses it between them. He feels Dean’s tongue press up against the pad of his thumb and then how he sucks on it gently, drawing it into his mouth. Teeth graze over his knuckle before Castiel pulls away.
He keeps one hand on Dean to keep him steady while he works open his slacks, wrestling the fabric over his cock and dropping the waistband just below his ass. “Dean,” Castiel whispers as he notices the man’s eyes practically haze over — he hopes it’s arousal but he knows it’s partly pain too. He’s aware that Dean’s shoulder is out of place and he’s been actively avoiding putting any pressure there, he’s not that cruel.
Castiel wraps a hand around his cock, tugging it to full hardness as Dean watches, tongue just poking out of his lips, playing with the cut there. If he weren’t an angel, he’d be weak at the knees but he stands strong and takes a step forward, both to wedge a leg between Dean’s splayed knees and to finally press his cock into Dean’s mouth.
Dean’s mouth is warm, wet and waiting, a perfect combination for the arousal that’s been gnawing at him since Dean drew his gun in the vampire nest. It doesn’t happen every time but occasionally watching Dean take charge of a room, his gruff voice calling out and trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates, really hits that spot in Castiel. He’s usually startled by it, enough to squirrel the thoughts away until he’s alone. This time had been too much, this time he needed Dean on his knees so Castiel could take charge of him, to give Dean a break.
He cups one hand under Dean’s jaw, controlling how Dean takes him, keeping Dean’s head still as Castiel presses in as far as he can, feeling himself as Dean’s throat works around him. Simultaneously, Dean’s crotch presses up against his leg and he starts to rut against it.
“Hmm, good boy, Dean,” Castiel moans and the words seem to set Dean off.
Dean’s cock twitches in his pants as he cants his hips towards Castiel’s shin. His cheeks heat because he knows he’s being needy when it’s clearly Castiel who’s taking charge here. But then Castiel calls him a good boy and it zaps the arousal straight down his spine. He kinda knew pain did this to him, but to have it happen now while Castiel towers above him like some god of pain and pleasure, means more to him than he’ll ever know.
He swallows harshly around the cock in his mouth, wishing he could pull away for a few moments to gather the saliva threatening to drip out of the corners of his mouth. Castiel holds him there though, and he feels good — suspiciously good considering his shoulder is still in blistering pain and every time Castiel pulls out a little his cock rubs against the sore spot on his lip. The flip-flopping between pain and pleasure is driving him crazy and he knows it’s driving Castiel crazy too, he can hear the way he’s panting and fighting to tighten his hand around Dean’s jaw.
It all comes together too quickly after that. Castiel thickens on Dean’s tongue and come spills down his throat. Dean gags once before swallowing it down. He ruts harder in response, taking his own arousal in hand. He doesn’t have much to work with but he makes it happen, chasing after the wave of his orgasm as it starts to build.
Right as he’s visualising something between a breaking wave and Castiel coming on his tongue, Castiel lays a hand on his dislocated shoulder. Dean tenses.
No, no no. Yes, yes, yes!
His orgasm hits, spilling into his underwear. Dean’s shoulder crunches back into place and his shout is a mixture between pain and pleasure and Dean’s really not sure which one was the winner of the two. The pain in his shoulder lessens as Castiel’s hand massages the muscles around the joint. What must be his grace helps to speed up the healing and he even notices that the cut on his lip has gone too.
“Holy shit,” Dean gasps.
“Are you okay?” Castiel asks, returning his hand to Dean’s jaw and tilting his head up. Castiel has that look on his face, somewhere between concern and adoration. Dean feels a different kind of warmth bloom inside him.
“I’m good, think you can help me to the bed?” Dean asks. He expects a gentle hand up, but instead he’s lifted clean off the floor into Castiel’s arms. “Buddy, you’re gonna get me all hard again doing that.”
“Noted.” Castiel doesn’t seem to care about the fact too much, instead he seems to take joy in it.
