#sub!castiel

[angel-hole]

stay.

[pbandcas]

Good boy.

[thursday-kisses]

Castiel is a strict and serious person in the office. He's top dog. His word is law and absolute. In the expanding empire of the Novaks, he is God.

He's the kind of man you'd always see in a suit, someone you'd automatically try not to bump into in fear of dirtying their ten thousand dollar suit. Castiel doesn't have to exude confidence or authority, because he is confidence and authority.

He is feared.

But when the sun goes down and the night is a beautiful ceiling, Castiel goes home and his husband Dean waits for him, collar in hand.

Castiel does what he's told, doesn't move a muscle, doesn't breath - all he does and doesn't do is up to Dean.

He'll get on his knees and he'll beg and beg and beg until tears are streaming down his face and he's crying and pleading, "Please, sir, please," and he won't know what he's begging for, but Dean will give him what he doesn't know he needs and so much more.

And the next day, Castiel will get up and go to work, pretending likes his ass isn't sore and there aren't possessive marks and bruises littering his body. No one will know how he had gotten on all fours the previous night, how he'd begged for hours until he was crying, a collar around his neck. How he'd been completely wrecked and owned. They won't know anything.

He is authority and confidence. He is feared.

But the minute his foot has crossed the threshold of his home, he is submission itself.

[thran-duils]

Wish I Had Your Confidence

Title: Wish I Had Your Confidence Pairing: Reader/CEO!Castiel Summary: Castiel is such an obedient pet. That’s all you need to know about this. Words: 1,946 Warnings: SMUT SMUT.

Masterpost

“You must have done something really wrong to have the CEO come down to talk to you.”

Throwing a look over your shoulder, you were met with the smirking face of your office best friend. You’d been called down to one of the offices at the end of the hall where the CEO of the company was waiting. He was visiting for a few days and had only arrived this morning. Usually, he took some time to settle in but he’d started work immediately. And you were the first thing on his docket.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you told her, no concern in your tone as you stood up, closing the file you were working on.

“Wish I had your confidence,” she joked as you got up out of your chair.

Oh, she had no idea.

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“You look lovely.”

The first words spoken to you as soon as the door was closed and the two of you were alone. Your eyes ran over him behind the desk. He was clean cut as usual, donning a straight, black, Ralph Lauren suit and you smirked inwardly, recognizing it as the one you had bought for him. Well, he had bought for himself really. He paid you well for your services.

Strategically ignoring his compliment, you responded, “You traveled a long way.”

The carpet silenced the would be click of your heels and disappointed as you were, because you knew how much he loved the noise… the anticipation… you kept the slink in your walk. Your eyes ran around the room, taking it in. You had not been in this room before, considering the meetings usually happened in the privacy of a hotel room or in your own studio a handful of times. He must be yearning something fierce for you if he was willing to utilize you in one of his buildings.

Castiel’s eyes watched you as you came closer and you could only imagine the filthy thoughts running through his head.

He’d have to be taught a lesson for thinking of you that way without your permission.

“Yes, I did, mistress.”

Oh, good boy. He was jumping right in. Maybe you would only have to be half as harsh on him.

Yanking on his tie, you forcefully sat into his lap, making sure to keep your lips at distance from him. He was watching you, his pupils beginning to dilate. Castiel was being good, keeping his hands off of you until you gave him permission to touch you.

“I would love it if you lived closer though,” he added as you played with the tie.

“What fun would that be? You would tire of me.”

Castiel shook his head, “Never. I would never tire of you. I swear it.”

You smiled, running a finger down his jawline and he shuddered under your light touch. “Groveling is so good on you, love.” Your eyes flashed before you demanded, “On your knees.”

He didn’t waste a second to do as you ordered as soon as you got out of his lap. God, you loved seeing those expensive slacks rubbing against the ground, a sign of power and wealth dragging against the carpet fiber.

“Look at me.” Castiel did as you asked, and you stared into those baby blues. They were beginning to dilate as you unbuttoned the top of your blouse. His hands moved in between clenching and unclenching, his anticipation to touch you growing. “I can’t even begin to imagine the buildup you’ve had to endure since last time. You did as I asked?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Hmm. So, you’re going to reward me with a huge release?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Cocking your head, you decided to tease. “Well, we will see about that. And just a head’s up, pet, you might have to work a little harder to get me off. I don’t doubt your abilities but I did have a good romp last night, so a bit more persistence is going to be needed.”

You didn’t miss the flash in his eyes at the mention of you being with someone else. Jealousy was a front seat in his drive to get you to move closer to him.

“Prove me how much you want me to live closer to you, pet.”

Leaning forward, he grabbed onto your legs, caressing them, his lips leaving a wet trail from your knee to the exposed skin on your feet from your heels. His kisses peppered the top of your foot, his hands holding tight.

If his employees and investors could see him at that moment.

Giving him a shove back, he let out an aroused gasp as you advanced. He adjusted backwards, leaning back onto his elbows the closer you came. Perfect, you thought to yourself before the sole of your shoe rested on his ever erect cock, your heel placed against his balls. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you pressed your heel downward ever so slightly. He let out a low groan, his eyes transfixed on your foot.

“I think those lips need to be kissing something else of mine,” you stated, your voice like silk.

“Yes, please!”

“Present yourself.”

Castiel did so quickly and amusement flooded you at the way his hands fumbled to release himself and follow your order. He was desperate today. You ordered for him to stand and although he towered over you, all the power was resting on your side.

His cock was jutting out towards you and you reached out. Your fingers found his ballsack and they closed in on it and he exhaled sharply. You tightened your grip ever so slightly on his balls and you heard the sharp inhalation this time. He was good though, he kept himself situated and didn’t move.

“You gonna tell me how good you’re going to be?” you practically purred, your grip fluctuating on his sack.

“Mhm, yes,” he husked.

“You gonna do as your told?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good answer,” you praised, your grip loosening, and you traced your fingers up his shaft, making him shiver.

Opening open his briefcase on the desk, you found exactly what you were expecting. “Good boy,” you praised out loud. “My favorite brand. The heating sure is an extra bonus.”

Bringing the lube to your hand, you used some to stroke gently and slowly up and down his length. He wouldn’t get your mouth or your spit that easily.

Pushing yourself up onto your toes to be closer to him, you licked the tip of his nose before whispering, “Worship me?”

Grinding himself against you – oh, bad – he responded in a half whine, “Please let me.”

“Touch yourself.”

Castiel wasted no time releasing himself from his slacks. “All the way off,” you added in an order. His pants were removed just as quickly and he was in front of you, naked from the waist down. He began stroking himself slowly, his eyes raking over you, taking all of you in. His hips were rocking slowly towards you.

Sitting down in front of him in his chair, your eyes were locked onto his cock. It was already leaking, the length of it enticing. “Mhm, so exposed.” This was the one lick he would receive, and you knew he anticipated it, his hand falling from his cock, his breathing hitching as you leaned forward. From base to tip, you flattened your tongue, running it slow and hot up his length. The sound of approval leaving his lips almost made you cave and suck your obedient pet off a little more.

Almost.

As you leaned back in the chair, he resumed your order. Castiel was stroking himself with more fervor since the pleasure of having you bestow your mouth on him. Placing some lube onto two of your fingers, you circle the head of his cock, allowing him more lubricant.

“Thank you,” he gasped.

His movements were becoming erratic and you knew now was the time to slow down and distract him.

Opening your legs, you hitched up your skirt to reveal your panty-less cunt. You saw his eyes widen in excitement. Sounding bored, you dropped, “You want to taste me, love?”

Castiel’s rapid pace increased on his leaking cock, “Yes. Yes!”

“Come here, pet.”

His dick forgotten in a second, Castiel was on his knees in front of you. Burying his face in between your legs, he moaned as he smelled your scent. His tongue was greedy, lapping your pussy.

You flicked his ear and he whimpered. “No need to rush, love. Let me enjoy it.”

His tongue slowed, tracing circles around your sex. His moans intensified your pleasure, the sound reverberating on your folds. Running your fingers into his hair, you took a fist full, holding him in place as he worked. His tongue flicked your clit and you bucked towards him, your breathing deepening.

“You’re doing so good, pet,” you moaned quietly. “Would you like to come at the same time as me?”

Castiel’s answer was muffled against your pussy but you saw his hand reach up to start jerking himself off again. His tongue delved deeper when he heard your gasps, the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. He sucked and drew a small cry out of your mouth.

You were rushing towards your climax and you wouldn’t let him cum before you. You wanted to watch him come undone. You saw stars, your grip tightening in his hair. You bit your hand to stifle your cry as you shook, Castiel’s tongue still working you through your orgasm.

Half gasping, you ordered him, “Cum for me, slave.”

Castiel’s stroking increased tenfold, his kisses and licks intensifying on your cunt, the pattern though become erratic. He was so close, but he knew to not stop worshiping you until he was finished. You were still his queen and you hadn’t ordered him to stop.

When he came in spurts all over his hand, his hot cum dripping down his shaft, loud grunts left his mouth.

Yanking his head away from you, his chin was glistening with your juices. His eyes were full blown, no doubt still seeing stars from his rush. You praised him, pecking small kisses on his jawline before finding his mouth.

Castiel groaned, taking his final reward and letting you dominant his mouth. Tasting yourself on his tongue, you slicked your tongue around his, deepening your kiss. Castiel was being so good still, not laying his hands on you. You bit his bottom lip before you pulled away.

Leaning back in the chair, you watched him before sliding your eyes over to the desk. Leaning forward, you looked at his datebook and couldn’t help but smirk, “You have a meeting in 20 minutes, Mr. Novak.” Looking at him again, you suggested, “You probably should clean yourself up.”

Standing up, you pushed your skirt down. “I no doubt I should fix my makeup. I think you ruined it.”

“I’m sorry,” Castiel apologized, still on his knees, and you smiled down at him.

Cupping his chin, you stroked slowly. “You did good, pet. Perhaps I’ll reward you with dinner. Tomorrow night?”

Castiel nodded and you added, “Perhaps I’ll reconsider your offer to live closer.” Castiel’s eyes widened in surprise and you could almost taste the excitement at the prospect radiating off of him. “I highly doubt we could work together though in the same building. That would not be inconspicuous.”

“I’ll find you a job. Anywhere. I’ll make sure it pays well.”

Leaning down, your lips met his again and you relished in it for a few seconds. Pulling away, you murmured, “Mhm, I know you would, love. That’s why I keep coming back.”

~~~

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[everything-is-by-design]

I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

Hey folks! After seeing a rather titillating meme on one of my favourite Facebook Destiel fanpages, I decided to make the meme a reality. That’s right folks, I fic’d that shit. Okay, first time writing Destiel so don’t be too harsh. I am a HUGE Dom!Cas fan, but holy hell, Dom!Deanmon is fucking hot. This is a oneshot. Dual point of view. Enjoy dolls. Xo.

Word Count: 1.9k

Dean Winchester x Castiel

Warnings: Oral, anal, Grace!Kink, slight BDSM, angst, hints at fluff but mostly angst (angsty fluff?), smutty as fuck.

Castiel attempts to convince Dean that he needs to become human again. Dean has a plan to silence the angel.

(gif not mine)

“Dean, this is wrong,” Castiel said, blocking Dean’s exit, hand on the wall.

Dean huffed, “Why? Because I’m finally free of consequences? Free of the responsibility of being a father to my grown-ass brother? Free of you?”

Castiel averted his gaze from Dean’s. Ouch. Even Cas had to admit that that was a little hurtful. Why did Dean want to be free of him? He thought that he and Dean meant something. Of course he never said it, but there was a sort of vibe that they shared. Human relations never really made sense to him, but there had to be a reason why his Father sent Castiel to raise Dean from hell. Maybe they were supposed to be…

“Sam cares about you too much to let you go,” Castiel said, glaring back up at Dean. Castiel had to admit that Dean’s enhanced strength was a little intimidating. He wasn’t a normal demon anyway. He’d shot right on through to Knight of Hell status. Hence another reason why they had to change him back. A demon and an angel could never be together. Sure, Castiel had been overly fond of Meg, but Dean was different. He would kill every angel in heaven to ensure Dean’s safety, and every demon in hell too for that matter.

Dean flashed an annoyed and slightly exasperated smile at the angel. He nodded with arms folded over his chest, “Oh, Sam’s the only one who cares about me, huh?”

“Yes,” Castiel said, puffing up his chest as he tried to look more threatening.

Dean narrowed his eyes, “Right. Well, if you excuse me then, I’ll be out of your pretentious hair.”

Dean pushed past the angel and headed for the door of the bunker. Castiel couldn’t hold back and he needed to subdue the Dean-mon. Cas raised his hand to knock the elder Winchester out but was surprised when Dean caught his wrist. Dean’s eyes flicked black and he pushed the angel up against the wall, wrist pressed against the concrete above his head in Dean’s vice-grip. Castiel went for him with his free hand but Dean pinned it to the wall beside him. Eyes still pitch and a wicked smile on his lips, Castiel wasn’t sure of what was coursing through his vessel’s body…but it wasn’t fear. Castiel gaped and didn’t struggle, staring up at Dean and trying to hide the hunger in his eyes.

Dean leaned in to whisper in the angel’s ear, voice low and husky with a rather obvious desire. “Wanna try that again, angel?”

“Dean, what are you doing?” Castiel asked, voice lower than normal. Dean’s hot breath tickling Cas’s neck sent shivers through his body.

Dean pulled away, “Something I didn’t have the balls to do as a human.”

Dean closed the space between them, his eyes stitched shut as he delivered a rather aggressive kiss. Castiel’s eyes went wide with shock. Dean slid his knee between Castiel’s legs and his grip on the angel’s wrists tightened. Castiel’s hesitation lasted only a few moments and when he returned Dean’s action, it was intense. In a swift motion, Dean flipped the angel and pinned his arms behind his back while pushing him into the cold concrete of the bunker’s wall. Dean threaded his fingers in Cas’s jet hair and gave a tug, yanking the angel’s head back with a jerk. Castiel couldn’t contain the throaty moan that slipped from his lips and Dean grinned darkly.

Now, normally, if Castiel was in a threatening restraining position with anyone else, he would be fighting like hell to escape. But this? He’d been waiting for this and he submitted instantly to Dean. “Whaddya say, feathers? Still wanna change me back?”

“Not at this present moment,” Castiel was surprised by his honest answer.

Dean smiled as he sunk his teeth into Cas’s neck. Cas moaned against the wall, absolutely loving the slight pain that shot down to his core. “Good boy.”

A whimper of pleasure at the demon’s praise left Castiel’s mouth and he waited patiently for Dean to continue. Castiel continued to wait, Dean hovering behind him. Cas grunted, “Dean.”

“Yes, pet?” Dean chuckled.

“I’m not your—”

Dean pressed his body into the angel’s, digging his fingers into Cas’s arms that were still behind his back. Dean growled roughly, “Oh, yes you are. You’re mine.”

Castiel moaned at the contact, “Dean—”

“Say it, pet.”

“Say what?” Castiel groaned as Dean’s thigh spread his legs apart.

“Say who you belong to,” Dean said, biting down on Cas’s earlobe.

Cas whined into the wall, “Ah, Dean. I belong to Dean.”

“And don’t forget it,” Dean spat. The pressure on Cas’s body was removed and he turned around to see Dean a little disgruntled and sweaty. His greed-filled green eyes trained on the disheveled angel. “On your knees.”

Castiel squinted at Dean with parted lips as he felt an inkling of defiance flutter through his vessel. He kept the demon’s eye contact with immense difficulty and was becoming more and more aroused under it. Dean cocked an eyebrow, waiting, as if to remind him who owned him. Keeping Dean’s heavy gaze, Castiel lowered his weight onto his knees. Castiel’s Grace was thudding through his vessel; pounding into every nerve ending in his body. His breathing was rapid and his cock was pulsating.

Dean undid his belt and slid it out of his pants. He wrapped it around Cas’s throat and tightened it; enough to apply pressure but not enough to cut off air supply. A deep hum rumbled through Cas’s chest and Dean smirked at the angel’s response. Dean motioned to his pants and Cas didn’t hesitate. He undid the button and zipper and pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles. Cas held onto Dean’s thighs, waiting hungrily to get at him. Dean looked down at the kneeling angel possessively, head tilted to the side as he studied him. Cas dragged his nails down Dean’s legs which elicited a curt grunt from the demon. Cas’s thumbs played with the leg holes of Dean’s boxer briefs, desperately wanting to invade them, but he waited for the go-ahead.

“What do you want, angel?” Dean asked, carding the hand that wasn’t holding onto the belt through Cas’s raven locks and tilting his head back.

Castiel met Dean’s burning gaze once more. He spoke through gritted teeth, “You.”

“Oh?” Dean quipped, flashing his ironically demonic smile.

“I’ve always wanted you,” Castiel snarled at Dean. Dean felt satisfaction stir deep within the empty chasm of his tainted soul. He’d been waiting ages to hear Castiel say that. Dean felt his intensity start to falter, but he was determined to keep the upper hand. He wanted to keep the all-powerful celestial being in a submissive role as long as possible. He hadn’t been fully aware of how much he’d wanted to dominate Cas, and shit did it feel amazing. He needed to savour this. Castiel at his mercy. What a sight.

Dean pulled at the waistline of his boxers to indicate to Cas what he wanted. Castiel promptly complied, slipping his fingers inside Dean’s underwear and pulling them down to his ankles too. Cas’s breathing was thoroughly erratic now and his Grace was wreaking havoc inside of him. Dean yanked at the make-shift collar around Cas’s throat, pulling the angel’s mouth closer to his cock. “Prove it then, feathers.”

Castiel’s nose was centimetres from Dean’s cock and the scent of his flesh was driving him mad. Cas so badly wanted to taste him, but waited obediently for Dean’s command. “Prove what?”

“Show me how much you want me,” Dean cooed, scratching at Cas’s scalp gingerly. Castiel looked up at the demon. He stayed quiet, hoping Dean would speak again. The sound of his voice made the hairs on the back of Cas’s neck stand on end and he fucking loved it. Castiel played dumb for the demon which caused Dean’s lips to curl up slightly. “Open your mouth.”

A visible shiver passed through Castiel as he obeyed Dean’s order. Dean tugged again on the leather leash, urging Cas to move forward. Cas’s grip on Dean’s thighs tightened and he ran his tongue up Dean’s length. Dean drew in a sharp breath as Cas brushed his lips repeatedly against Dean’s cock. Cas painted long strokes up Dean’s cock with his tongue, every now and then venturing down to his balls and sucking on them gently. Dean watched the angel work. Castiel was an artist and Dean fucking loved being the canvas. Where the hell did he learn how to do this? Don’t question it, Dean. Just enjoy it. Fuck.

Dean was determined to keep his mouth shut, but Cas was giving him one hell of a work-up. That was when something caressed Dean’s entrance. Dean’s eyes went a little wide at the sensation. It wasn’t corporeal per se, no, but it was quite tangible somehow. What the hell is that? It was a heavy mixture of icy cold and scalding hot and it entered his hole with an intense thrust. Dean leaned forwards, using his free hand to hold onto the wall for support. Not only was its temperature overwhelming, but it was vibrating at such a high speed that Dean thought he was going to cum right then and there.

Dean’s knuckles turned white as his grasp on Cas’s leash tightened immensely. Dean screwed his eyes shut and panted as the strange force rutted into him. “Is that your…?”

“My Grace, yes,” Castiel said against Dean’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Dean moaned, unable to hold back his cries of pleasure. Castiel smirked as he swirled his tongue around Dean’s tip, lapping up the pre-cum that spilled from his slit. Dean hammered against the wall fiercely as he called out, voice echoing off the walls of the bunker. The wall of the bunker slowly started to crack from Dean’s assault. Castiel wrapped his mouth around Dean’s cock and swallowed him down. He hollowed out his cheeks and flattened his tongue to allow Dean deeper access to the angel’s throat.

Dean abandoned the leash and just grabbed onto Cas’s head, holding him in place. Cas stayed put as Dean’s tip touched the back of the angel’s throat. Castiel moaned around Dean which caused the demon to break and start thrusting into Castiel’s warm and willing mouth. Between Cas swallowing him down so damn eagerly and the angel’s Grace fucking his ass at an alarming rate, Dean was having difficulty holding onto his dominance, let alone reality.

“Castiel. Fuck. Cas. Son. Of. A. Bitch.” Dean currently didn’t have any coherent words in his vocabulary. Castiel smiled internally at how much Dean was losing it. He thrust his Grace deeper and deeper and sucked on his cock like his life depended on it. Dean’s demonic growl boomed through the bunker as his cock twitched in Castiel’s mouth. Dean shot hot spurts of cum into Castiel’s mouth and Cas felt his own orgasm rock through him. Cas squeezed his eyes shut and moaned around Dean, barely noticing the lights flickering in response.

Cas retracted his Grace and popped off Dean’s cock. Dean was heaving in as much air as possible, and trying desperately not to shake. The ex-hunter was riddled with goosebumps and he finally opened his eyes and looked down at Castiel.

Dean had to regain some kind of composure. “Show me.”

Castiel opened his mouth to reveal Dean’s cum. The demon almost whimpered at the sight. Cas waited.

“Swallow,” Dean nodded the order, voice cracking only just. Castiel obeyed, instantly swallowing Dean’s pleasure. Watching the action almost made Dean’s cock harden again. Man, that was hot. Cas licked his lips and grinned a little at Dean. Dean scoffed at him, “What?”

“I belong to Dean Winchester,” Castiel stated, his smile sending shockwaves of unrequited pleasure through the Knight of Hell.

“Damn right,” Dean confirmed, eyes flicking pitch once again.

[angel-hole]

love me like you own me.

[angel-hole]

it's natural to be afraid.

[angel-hole]

pet angel.