#dom!samandriel

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christ jesus tAKE THE WHEEL

gotowhatsanapocalae submitted:

Dean is good, obedient, and he kisses Cas's tears away before sliding behind Samandriel, fingering him quickly and sliding inside. He moves slowly, letting Samandriel rise up and press his own cock inside of Cas's already oversensitive hole. He's ruthless, fucking both of them, taking Dean and tearing Cas apart, nails leaving dark stripes in Cas's skin. 

No one is allowed to come until Samandriel does and when he's done he sits back, tells his boys to suck each other off. He watches with enthusiasm, urging them on with the flat of his hand against their asses. 

When they're done they crawl to him, feed him each other's ejaculate, and he congratulates them for being so good for him. 

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Explicit - Samandestiel

Summary: Exactly as advertised.

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i just want to weep tears of joy every time she writes samandestiel seriously

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cas teaching alfie how to dom dean

did you mean: my favorite thing ever?

a pornographic toast!

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Samandriel shoved Dean down to the floor, not bothering with his usual style of gentle and loving. No, his day hadn't been gentle to him and he needed to take it out on someone that could handle it. Dean gave him a questioning look, unused to Samandriel being so harsh.

"Take your clothing off, Dean." Samandriel was already working on divesting himself, a seam ripped in the armpit of his button-down.

Dean pushed up to his elbows, over shirt falling open across his chest.. "Alfie?"

Samandriel stopped and looked down at the prone form. Immediately Dean knew he'd done wrong, but before he could apologize Samandriel was falling onto him roughly, straddling his waist and knocking the wind out of him. His fingers wrapped around Dean's throat, just enough to threaten and promise.

"We've discussed this, Dean." His tone was cold, normally swimming with affection and joy, it was now drained entirely.

Dean swallowed roughly, Adam's apple bobbing and tickling Samandriel's palm. The larger man nodded, allowing himself to be exposed and dominated by someone so comparatively tiny.

"I'm sorry, Samandriel." Dean's voice was quiet and meek, just as it should have been.

Samandriel smiled and slipped his hand up to cup the side of Dean's face, contemplating smacking him just for the hell of it before leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

"I know you are, Boy." He met green eyes again, grin growing wider when the bedroom door behind them opened.

Castiel stopped just past the doorway, but Dean held Samandriel's gaze. He was so well trained Samandriel wanted to strap a collar and leash on him and take him to show.

Castiel sat down at the foot of their bed, watching the proceedings with rapt interest. He didn't even look as he untied his shoes, instead letting his eyes trace over every curve of the bodies before him.

Samandriel shoved Dean back down, settling on top of him as much as was possible.

"Dean was just going to help me relieve myself, would you care for a turn once I'm done?" Samandriel traced nonsense patterns over Dean's chest, picking at the buttons on his flannel.

The three of them were in for a very long night.