hey does anyone want a 13,700 word fic where Dean is a bratty underwear model who kinda likes frilly things, and Cas is a photographer who wants to dominate the shit out of someone, and they meet each other at a photoshoot, and ~whoops~ they have the sex. except guess what? Dean’s topping
yeah?
here have the fic it’s right here
Yeah, well, there’s times I want to get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask.
Here’s the story:
So how's your night going? Anything interesting happen?
dean canonically wants to get slapped across the face during sex
Dean, it’s a strong vessel. It’s held Cas for years, and we know what he’s been through.
I’m guessing it can hold Lucifer.
*googles scott baio in charles in charge to try to determine how bi that reference was*
Pls return with results
Please remember the theme song. The memorable (and relevant) line is “I want Charles In Charge of me.”
Hello! Sorry to bother you, but have you accepted Jimmy Novak/Dean Smith into your life?
Something cool touched Dean’s left shoulder, his scar glowing blue instead of red when Cas brushed over it. He couldn’t move, his hands and feet bound with something he couldn’t see. A face hovered close over his, a lion with a black mane and silvery fur. The eyes were whited out, but not like a demon. Instead they glowed, taking light from all around them and focusing it to two points that made Dean’s chest ache when he looked into them. He wanted to touch, but whatever Cas was holding him down with wasn’t giving him any leeway.
Paws landed on either side of his head, the toes of them longer, almost finger-like. He thought maybe he should be sneezing, being that he was allergic to cats. Cas wasn’t really a cat, though, was he? The lion chuckled and grinned at him as it shook its head, polished bronze teeth glinting and slick with what almost looked like nectar instead of spit.
Dean surged up as much as he could until his nose met whiskers and warmth. The lion’s jaws opened wider and Dean was reminded of a circus act, of a tamer sticking his head into the mouth of what was claimed to be a ferocious beast. What Dean was doing was far more dangerous yet paradoxically safe.
He flicked his tongue out and licked across the front of a long canine. A pleased growl shook the air around him as well as the bindings on his limbs. Whatever this head had instead of saliva, it was sweet like he’d imagined. Dean licked his lips and pressed a kiss to the lion’s gums before licking over them and the incisors they held. The faint taste of fresh honeysuckle lingered with him. More growling, then a heavy weight bearing down on him, pressing him into the embrace of the rest of Cas’ true form. His cock met lush fur, hips trying to push up into it and failing. The same power that was used to hold his ankles slithered around his thighs and midsection to keep him entirely still.
Cas snarled when Dean’s lips wrapped around the sharp tooth he’d been lavishing. He smiled and began suckling on it, pricking his tongue on the tip. More weight pressed him down, his hips tilted by the cradle of Grace under his back.
When he pulled away there were streaks of blood on the bronze, drops of nectar falling onto his skin that were tinged pinkish orange as Cas salivated. A constant purr rattled everything around him, the breath in his lungs vibrating with it as the lion’s head began travelling southward.
The paw at his left lifted up and wrapped around his shoulder, claws digging into his skin like a kitten kneading its mother’s stomach. A lick rasped against his belly button, Cas’ purring only getting louder when he tasted sweat on Dean’s skin. The harshness of the tongue turned smooth, the underside of it being dragged down until it touched the head of his cock. Electricity danced across his skin with the touch, his head wrenched up as he was forced to see the arcs of it jumping from the gleaming metal teeth down to his dick. Everything whited out, Dean’s body seizing and arching as he came.
When he returned to himself the sounds of the motel room played out around him, birds chirping outside the window, a couple cars honking over the distant chorus of the news on someone’s tv in another room.
Dean opened his eyes and saw Cas standing at the foot of his bed casually, a small smile on his friend’s lips. He reached out with one hand weakly, clasping and unclasping his fingers. Cas chuckled and came around the side of the bed, carefully crawling on top of him. They kissed and in the back of his mind Dean heard the lion’s growl. “I’m here.”
Dean is such a sub.
#shit #I’m just sitting here wondering who would top #I think it would be the wall-slamming type of escapade #Dean would start in charge but then the deputy would sense Dean’s desire to quit the pushy thing #and once they get to a flat surface the deputy takes over #Dean fights it at first but then he realises he likes it better like that and it’s okay #and he lets the guy grab his hair and talk dirty to him and he just takes it and smirks a little because it makes him feel tingly #and he sucks off the deputy with his eyes closed and a look of bliss on his face #and he moans when the deputy mutters praise and filthy words under his breath #……okay I’m done #my sister reads my blog…. uh #if you’re reading this…. you saw noooothing (via almaasi)
if you want to read a 10k fic in which Dean takes a potion and now won’t quit acting like a dog, and Cas has to look after his buddy until he can pull him out of his puppy headspace (featuring very cuddly aftercare), here’s the magic button. ♥
Soooooo I reversed the top gif and I just…
everythingelsegoesherethen, taradelfuego you guys know I skew towards top!dean (despite constantly calling him a bottom. I”m such a jackass) but like BRUH. IT’s like attack of the Cas/Misha dom eyebrow
holy fuck
And Dean looks so demure.
Re: not his type
Wait. Do you actually understand what happened here? This is not just Dean throwing bi sass and saying he’s flattered to have been hit on by a guy. Oh no, it’s not as simple as that. This is Dean is responding sassily but submissively to the dominant/controlling man in the situation, and saying that he’s flattered to have been told to get on his knees to either:
(A) Be a bottom.
(B) Give a blow job.
Today I’m going to look at (B) Dean giving a blow job. Not receiving one. Giving. Dean is flattered to have been asked to perform the reverent and worshipful act of oral sex on another man. A normal heterosexual response would have been posturing, yes, but also a gross reflex. Like, “I ain’t givin the blowjob, you can give me one tho. heh heh.” The “flattered” comment would have made sense had the guy fallen (somehow) on his knees in front of Dean. Or made sexual advances toward him. And the usual situation you use that response in is when you have been OFFERED sexual favors and you are letting them down nicely. Not when you have been asked to perform the favor in question. But it’s out of context here unless you look at it from a different angle (a slightly bent one perhaps?). He’s gone from “You kinky son-of-a-bitch” to “I’m awfully flattered.”
Dean equates being on his knees with performing oral sex.
Dean is flattered to be asked to give a blowjob. Dean is flattered.
"Yes."
"Yessss?"
"Yes, Sir.”
KEVIN’S THE BEST PROPHET EVER
*HIDES BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER LOADED THIS STUFF AND HARDLY EVER DRAW IT* I CANT HELP MYSELF!! you guys are out there writing these frckn amazing fics about how Cas probably totally gets off to Dean calling him commander ughhhhhh
just a quick smutty sketch—- orz
