#bottom!cas – @everythingelsegoesherethen on Tumblr

tonystarklings-deactivated20221 asked:

im in total LOVE with your prompts and i am so happy to find a fellow b!cas garbage can, let me tell u. how about human cas getting fuckin hammered when dean isnt home, and when he returns to the bunker to find his angel completely smashed and whimpering and /wanting/ b/c he's a total horny drunk, and dean trying to tell cas he's not in his right mind, that they shouldnt do it when he's so out of it but cas just wont let up, and so he ends up riding dean, half-dressed on the kitchen floor OuO

“im in total LOVE with your prompts”“im in total LOVE with your prompts” “im in total LOVE with your prompts “

‘Holy fuck this is a mistake’ Dean thinks as he’s wrestling with a lapful of horny angel-turned-human who is currently doing his damnedest to attach himself to Dean’s neck. The fucking art piece he’s already made of it doesn’t seem to be enough as glazed eyes look up at him half hooded. Cas doesn’t break eye contact as he sets his lips set over his neck and sucks, adding another purpling bruise on Dean’s neck, this time with /teeth.

“Cas //fuck we /caaaaaaaan-oh fuck..” Dean stutters on his words as Cas’s mouth finds his pulse point and Dean actually feels himself go weak in the knees, scrambling against the kitchen counter in an attempt to stay upright. Mugs go flying and crashing to the ground as he tries and fails to get Cas to fuck off. Guy is absolutely /plastered, he can smell it on his breath when his lips get closer enough to his mouth.

“Cas we really shouldn-”

“I want you to fuck me.” Cas rasps, voice guttural and raw as he fixes Dean with the same thousand laser stare he’s always used when he’s focusing on him. The one that makes him feel there’s no one else in the /universe, much less the room.

And doesn’t Cas’s voice go /straight to Dean’s very interested cock as he groans, head tipping back as he wrestles with every voice in his head that tells him that Cas would feel fucking /great inside, that Cas’s o-face alone would probably make him come on the spot.

…’Aaaand we’re derailing that thought’ he thinks before this ends a lot quicker than intended. His hands push at Cas’s chest while the ex-angel tries to pen him in between his arms. Luckily for Dean, he no longer has angelic strength backing his movements.

Unluckily for Dean, he doesn’t need them, as he rocks his hips against Dean’s still clothed erection and sets off fireworks in his bloodstream. He chokes on a breath as Cas reaches for Dean’s hand and sets it on his ass as he leans close and whispers, voice hoarse with undisguised /need.

“I opened myself up for you already.”

And there goes the last shred of self restraint Dean has as his hands jerk in tandem under Cas’s ass and /lift, setting him on his hips where he obligingly curls his legs around to hold himself put. There’s a pleased, if fucked out expression on Cas’s face as he watches Dean give in, and a pleased hiss that coils out of him when his ass hits the counter Dean presses him against.

“Yeah yeah shut the fuck up.” Dean growls, his own voice sinking lower as he tries to both get Cas’s pants off him and not let go.

Cas fucking /chuckles, the asshole, as he slides first one foot, then the other out of his pants and boxers, leaving himself half naked on their goddamn kitchen counter and /fuck Dean didn’t know he had a thing for the chance of getting caught before today but /damn is his erection starting to hit painful.

A distant voice remarks gleefully that he’s pretty sure he likes Cas in all his forms, but he’s not about to let that slip.

So instead he sets himself at Cas’s lips, putting force and /hunger into the way his tongue pushes at his lips, demands Cas opens up to him. And /christ he does. So fucking beautifully that Dean wishes he could fucking snap pictures of the moments. Mental snapshots will have to do though, as he slips himself out of his pants and /sinks into the heat that has them both moaning, the sounds bouncing off the walls to come back to them and just make the entire thing ~~worse~~ better.

Cas in the meantime looks like the picture of debauched, flushed to his chest as he wiggles his hips around to let Dean bottom out fully. Dean would never pull out of him if he could, but the urge to move is /clawing up his insides.

And of course, as if on cue, Cas lets his hand set on the counter as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck.

Dean’ll be damned if he doesn’t look angelic.

“Fucking move Dean.”

And how can Dean say no to that?

#synergygabriel #destiel #sub!cas #bottom!cas #dub!con #aria #my words #my filth #i liked the other one better i think :v #writing compliments #lalala i can't hear you this happens in a world where dean isn't concerned cas is slipping into endverse!cas's habits #bc he hasn't seen them or something lalala #i'll write out the rest of it if this gets like //waves hand around 50 notes or something #luckily for my lazy ass that doesn't happen to me >:p #also man dub!con makes me uncomfortable :ttt #this came out gr8 but it left a sour taste in my mouth despite established relationship #everfreed #as(k)s

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icanwritejunk wrote me chained wing!kink with demon!dean uwu

(Not part of the stories I’ve been sending previously, FYI.) It hurt. A lot. It wasn’t the worst pain Cas had ever had - he’d carved a path through hell once, and spent some time with Leviathans squirming between the atoms of his being. And… it wasn’t ALL hurt. Little candle-flames of pleasure ate away at his self-control. Mostly because of where Dean was working. If he’d been chaining down his legs, or arms, or even another part of his true form, it probably would have just hurt. But his wings… that was a different story. And a set of feelings and sensations he’d been hoping to experience under a different set of circumstances. Dean hummed while he worked. It would have been so easy for Cas to pretend that Dean was fine. But his hands were feverish - so hot that they felt cold. The chains bit into Cas’s wrists, and the stone slab was warm underneath his bare back, comfortably warm. He’d been wounded in the fight, and the sigils around the room weren’t helping him stay alert either… it was so warm in here… And if Dean could stop playing with his wings for one minute… He felt the chain over the elbow of his wing tighten, and another length thread through his feathers. Cas bit his tongue, a spark of pleasure ticking down his spine as his feathers were rubbed the wrong way, and the warm metal settled snugly against his skin. He resisted the urge to arch off the slab, fighting off that pleasurable pain. But before he had the chance to gather himself, Dean slipped a hand under him and grabbed at a patch of feathers where his wing met his back, twisting his fingers through it. Cas cried out at the sensation, stars dancing in his eyes. He strained against his creaking chains, lean muscle pulling tight and standing up like ropes on his arms, his shoulders, his neck. His chained wings shuddered in their chains, feathers bristling. ‘Dean~!’ he moaned. Dean smiled, watching him shudder and twist in his bonds as he played with his oily feathers. ‘Took me a while to find spells and stuff to bind you, Cas,’ said Dean. He’d left his eyes green, for old times sake. ‘The stuff down here makes Bobby’s library look like kids books. It’s huge, but it’s got everything you could want.’ ‘Dean, please…’ And suddenly Dean was straddling him on the stone slab, sitting on Cas’s crotch, and Cas felt himself buck against him, desperate for friction, keening. Dean’s grin was wicked. ‘Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to see you like this, Cas.’ He trailed his other hand down the angel’s bare, glistening chest. Cas panted, realizing that part of him had wanted this too. And then Dean ground his hips down into Cas and the angel’s mind blanked, wings shuddering as he groaned. Dean grinned. ‘Yeah, my thoughts too, buddy.’