#dom!brow

[denticulate-blooms]

Omg, so the amazing Natalie Abrams, Creator of Gotham Knights, has blessed me with some DomBrow competition for Misha! I'm not worthy! All hail the new Queen!

[clairedelune-13]

He invented the Dom!Brow. Fight me.

[heller-destielle]

Misha "I have to admit, I like being on top" Collins

[spnsmile]

dom!brow in action (x)

by Misha Collins

[skeletonsinzeeclost]

Please excuse the shitty quality photo, I took it in low light while my hubby was sleeping in the bed next to me while I drew this...

Anatomy? Pffft who needs that?!?

Dean’s seen better days and Cas is a hairy beast!! Fuck me! ok I’m gonna go to bed now.

[angelica128]

[fangirlxwritesx67]

If It’s What I Want (Dean Winchester x Castiel)

Tags: 18+, smut, m/m sex. oral sex. anal sex, wrist restraints, dom!brow

"Really, Dean?" asked Castiel, cocking one eyebrow as the hunter's plate was set down on the table at the diner.

Dean stared back defiantly. "Look, I'm a grown man and if its what I want, I'm gonna order it. And what I want is a bacon double cheeseburger royale for breakfast." He picked up the burger and took a bite, chewing nosily before wiping the back of his hand across his glistening lips.

Sam shook his head, his long chestnut hair grazing against his cheekbones. Dean shoved his brother playfully and smirked, then turned back to face Cas. Lips still curled, he repeated, "It's what I want." Cas watched him for a long time. Dean raised his eyebrows in a mock-sexy stare. "See something you like, angel baby?"

Sam shook his head again. "Oh my Chuck, guys, get a room." Standing up to his full height, he slapped his older brother on the shoulder. "Dean, enjoy your heart attack on a plate. I'm gonna go check out that source. Cas, keep your angel radio on in case I need you."

Cas nodded at him quizzically and reached into his coat pocket. "Or you could call my cellular telephone."

Sam nodded, and loped off.

Castiel watched Dean enjoy every bite of his burger. Dean could feel the intense stare from his blue eyes but pretended not to. When he had finished, he stretched, his shirt pulling tight over his broad chest. Finally, he folded his arms on the table and looked back at Cas. The angel was regarding him with a serious gaze, his brow furrowed.

"Dean," he asked finally, "Is there anything else you-" his voice dropped even lower- "you want?"

Dean took a drink of water, then licked his pouty lips. He dropped his chin and looked up at Cas thru long lashes. His candy apple green eyes flashed with delight.

"Why angel baby," he smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."

...

Once back inside the hotel room, Castiel took Dean's face in his hands and kissed him, hard. Dean sighed appreciatively. Then Cas pushed him away.

"Ow, Cas," Dean whined, glancing down "what did you do that for?"

"I don't like when you mock and defy me," growled Cas. Dean glanced up at him. The angel cocked one eyebrow and slowly nodded. His perfectly stubbled jawline was set. A shiver ran thru Dean. He could not resist when Cas looked at him that way.

"Please, Cas," he begged. Cas' lips curled.

"I really enjoy being obeyed," he sneered.

Dean's face was flushed, his heart pounding. "Ill obey you," he promised, "Its all I really want."

...

Lust flashed thru Cas' blue eyes. Dean took that as permission to lean in and kiss him again. Cas pressed his broad shoulders back, pinning him against the wall. He kissed Dean along his jawline, the stubble grazing his chin. He kissed Dean right beside his full lips, and Dean whimpered again. His hands slipped up the lapels of Cas' tan coat.  Then their mouths were pressed together hard, their tongues twisting and exploring one another's mouths. 

Cas pushed Dean's plaid shirt down his toned arms but kept his wrists tangled in the fabric. His hands caught in the shirt, Dean could no longer reach for Cas but Cas was pressed up against him, their hips grinding together. Cas yanked his hands sideways and tossed Dean onto the bed, letting the plaid shirt fall away.

"Take off your tshirt, Dean," he commanded. Dean did, the motion rippling his muscles. Cas slowly slipped off his coat, then unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor with his blue tie. He looked at Dean, sitting on the bed. An idea came to him. He picked up the tie and walked to the bed.

Cocking one eyebrow, he pinned Dean back to the bed with a smoldering gaze. He pulled the tie thru his strong hands. Dean's lower lip trembled and he breathed out, "Cas..."

"I'm going to tie you up, and then I'm going to pleasure you, and you

won't

make

a

sound!" somehow it sounded like both a threat and a promise. Cas looped the blue tie twice around Dean's wrists and then secured it to the post of the bed. He trailed his fingers lightly down Dean's hot tan skin, to the waist of his jeans. Moving to the end of the bed, he yanked Dean's boots off, pulling him down on the bed. With his arms pulled tight above his head, every sculpted muscle in Dean's long arms and broad shoulders was defined. His anti-possession tattoo gleamed dark on one shapely pec, above perfect abs. The sharp v-shape of his hips pointed straight down to where, thru his dark blue jeans, his cock was visibly erect. His chest was heaving as he breathed hard.

Cas took his time with Dean's belt and jeans, making sure to brush against him often. When he finally slipped the jeans off his bow legs, Dean let out a deep sigh, "Oh, Cas."

Cas whipped his head up. "I commanded you not to make a sound. And what do I really enjoy?"

"You really enjoy being obeyed," panted Dean, his eyes wide.

"You disobeyed me. So I am going to make you beg!" Lust and power flashed across Cas' handsome face.

...

In one motion, he ripped off Dean's navy boxer briefs and took a firm grip on his cock. Dean moaned and ground his hips upwards.

"Please Cas," he said. Cas grinned, kneeling between his knees, then lowered his mouth over Dean. Cas reached down and cupped his firm round ass. He slid a couple of fingers up between his cheeks. Dean gasped, and bucked hard. Cas chuckled wickedly. Dean felt the sensation spread from his hips thru his whole body. Cas began to stroke him, teasing him but not entering him.

"Please, Cas, please," Dean spoke thru gritted teeth.

Cas sat up and grinned. "What do you want, Dean?"

"Please, Cas, I want to come. Please make me come."

"You will," said Cas, with a nod, "but first you're going to make me come."

...

Cas pulled off his own pants and boxers. Dean craned his neck to look at him. His body was lean and fit, like a runners. Coarse dark hair circled his bellybutton and trailed down between his legs, when he was rock hard. He swung his hips over Dean's shoulders and ran one thumb over his full lower lip.

"Please," Dean's green eyes locked on his. Cas leaned forward and slipped just the tip of his cock on Dean's mouth. Dean leaned forward as far as he could, his arms straining. Taking Cas into his mouth, he began to suck on him hungrily. Cas eased himself deeper into Dean's mouth. He had a perfect view of Dean like this- every muscle working to pleasure him, effort and longing scrawled across his face. Having him this way was better than Cas' wildest dreams. He wanted to keep this going forever- Dean closed his eyes for a moment, long lashes sweeping his cheeks, then looked up at Cas. His lips moved to form words Cas couldn't make out, but his meaning was clear. His entire body was begging- his green eyes lit with desire. Cas couldn't stand the power and pleasure he was feeling any more- he threw back his head and released himself into Dean's eager mouth.

...

Cas lifted himself off Dean and sat on the bed for a moment to catch his breath. Dean was panting hard. When he could speak again, his voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Please, Cas," he begged again. "Please, I've done everything you asked. I can't stand this- I want..."

"What do you want, Dean?" asked Cas, drawing himself upright.

"Fuck me, Cas, fuck me and make me come," Were those- tears, gathering in the corners of his green eyes?!

Cas cocked his eyebrow, one more time, and nodded. Dean moaned loudly.

Cas untied Dean's wrists and he lowered his arms gratefully. Cas ran his hands over Dean's shoulders and Dean shivered from the warmth of his touch. He learned in and they kissed for a few long moments.

...

Cas reached into the bedside table to grab lube and condoms, tokens of a dream that he had dragged from bedside to bedside, in hotel after hotel as he crisscrossed the country fighting monsters with the boys.

"Dean," Cas growled, "flip over." Dean obeyed, leaning forward on his elbows. His broad tan back tapered down to his trim waist. His ass rose round and firm, from the tangled sheets. His bow legs splayed over the length of the bed. Cas ran his hand over the inviting curve of his hip and cupped his ass. Dean moaned, and spread his legs a little farther.

Cas spread lube generously over his hand and stroked it between his cheeks, teasing him like before. Then he slipped first one, then two fingers inside of him. Dean's jaw dropped and he let out a wild moan. For a few moments, Cas enjoyed Dean's reaction to his touch.

"Please, Cas-" he choked out. Cas grabbed him by the hips with both hands and in one smooth motion, buried his cock inside Dean's ass. Dean bit his lip and arched his back as Cas began to ride him, slowly at first and then faster.

"Harder, Cas, please," was the last coherent thing he said, grinding his hips back into Cas, begging him to go deeper. He wrenched the sheets between his hands and bit the pillow, trying to stay quiet. Soon his breath broke into moaning sobs. He had no idea until this was happening how very much he had wanted this.

Cas had never dreamed it would be this good. There was only one more thing he wanted.

"Dean," he growled, trying to gather some touch of command in his voice, "Come for me. I want you to come for me."

And Dean did. His pleasure, teased and tempted so many times, tore thru him like wildfire. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he screamed, wildly, "Fuck, Cas! FUCK!"

Cas felt his knees shake as he came again quickly- getting off on the power of what he was doing to Dean, as well as the pleasure of doing it.

...

Castiel and Dean collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and sheets. Cas kissed Dean, gently but deeply. Dean looked at him, his eyes shining and his lashes wet. "Turns out, Cas, angel baby, you were all I want."

[rebelangel67]

I figured... Since I'm down the rabbit hole yet again, I can at least do something I like.