prettiest angel in the garrison

Castiel knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands crossed behind his back. He squirmed a bit, his hard cock aching and straining against the confines of his tight panties. The panties were black with lacy, hot pink trim, and a little pink bow in the front. They were tight; just on the verge of uncomfortable, and they trapped the slick head of his aching cock under the hem, brushing against the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock and making him squirm. He bit his lips, wiggling his hips a little bit and trying to get more friction against the rough fabric of the lingerie. If he could just get some relief…

“What are you doing, pet?” Dean’s voice startled Castiel, and he would have jumped if Dean’s strong hand hadn’t been placed on his head, calloused fingers raking through his raven black hair. Castiel whimpered, leaning into the touch of his Master and rocking his hips.

“Please, Dean, I need you…” He breathed, looking up at Dean with desperate sapphire eyes. Dean hummed, stroking his hand over Castiel’s cheek and tilting his chin up.

I’ve read destiel smut during a church before. Like it was literally jut straight up smut. Basically a pwp.

i spent the entire hour and a half thinking of the good christian boy!cas au i was talking about with @apiaristcas the other day but also mixing it with bits of my porn blogger!cas au 

cas goes to church every sunday because uncle zachariah is the preacher and aunt naomi is the preacher’s wife so it’s kinda required but whatever, michael and hannah and luce and gabriel make it bearable because they don’t want to be there either so they all sit making innuendos and lewd jokes about the members as they wait for the worship service to start

and this particular sunday as cas lets his mind wander as they sing stupid hymns he catches a glimpse of ripped denim and black leather and - huh, that is certainly unexpected

“you looking at that piece of eye candy over there?” luce leans in to whisper in his ear, and cas nods

“i’m positive i sucked his cock in the bathroom at the club on friday” 

when cas is caught staring, he gives a small smile, biting his pierced bottom lip, and Denim and Leather blinks in surprise before returning the smile with an added wink. when the song before the sermon ends, cas watches as Denim and Leather excuses himself and heads to the back, and cas makes his own excuses a moment later, following him to the men’s room. he thinks about locking the door behind him but that’s probably too suspicious, so he just lets a smirk onto his lips, pushes Denim and Leather into the handicapped stall, locks the door, and immediately backs them into the wall, grabbing at that delicious bulge he knows is just for him and dropping to his knees. 

he does exactly what he did at the club, sucking and licking and swallowing and fondling with an eagerness that surprises himself, and Denim and Leather is coming down his throat not 10 minutes later, with a low groan muffled against his fist. cas blinks up at him innocently as he licks come off his lips, before standing and pressing the taste right into Denim and Leather’s mouth. they didn’t kiss at the club, and he’s pleasantly thrilled with the shock that runs through him as their lips slide together. 

when they pull apart, green eyes surrounded in freckles are shining at him. “hey there, angel.” 

cas finds himself giggling. “how apt, seeing as how i’m named after the angel of thursday.” 

“oh?” 

castiel nods. “castiel. novak” 

“dean winchester,” dean says, and if his name isn’t as attractive as he is.

“nice to meet you, dean,” cas says, and then they’re kissing again. 

cas is still catching his breath from being fingered into orgasm, straddling dean’s lap on the toilet with dean’s fingers still in his ass, when gabriel comes in 20 minutes later.

“you’ve got 5 minutes before aunt naomi sends out a search party,” he says casually, washing his hands

“like i’m worried about being caught,” cas scoffs, putting his cock back in his white panties with the little blue polka dots and bows, and smirking when dean traces the tips of the wings that hug his hips (dean mentions he’s a fan of cas’ blog. the lacy blue panties are his favorites. he also really likes the baby pink butt plug the best). “she’s walked in on worse.” 

gabriel just makes a sound of agreement before leaving cas and dean alone while they put themselves back together, stopping to share soft kisses and run their hands over each other. they go back to their families with about 10 minutes of the sermon to spare, and cas gets approving looks at his debauched appearance from luce and gabriel, rolled eyes from hannah and michael, and a disapproving but resigned one from aunt naomi. he runs a hand through his hair, simply smiling, and continues to steal glances of dean from across the room while uncle zachariah finishes his lesson.

when the service is over, cas mingles in the foyer, saying polite hellos to the old ladies who have known him since he was a child, and trying not to roll his eyes when they repeat yet again that he’s ‘grown so much.’ when he sees the familiar leather jacket approaching him, his smile is more genuine and he excuses himself from the one-sided conversation with old hester. 

“are you in town for a while, then?” he asks, and dean grins. 

“just moved here. probably staying until i get my bachelor’s from ku.” 

“how long do you have left?” 

“about a year and a half. this is only my second year in a physical college, but i’m technically a junior. i’ll be a technical senior after this semester.” 

“ap classes?” cas teases, and dean just nods. 

“don’t let anyone tell you being a nerd is uncool. i got 4 full years paid for with scholarships and only 2 used for undergrad? that’s what i’m talking about.” 

they share big, dopey smiles, and cas feels his heart stutter just a tad. he thinks his last year of high school is going to be the best yet. 

michael calls to him a minute later, and cas gives dean one last grin. he holds out his hand. “phone, please.” dean hands it over with his own grin, and cas creates a new contact entry before handing it back with a wink. “see you around, dean.” 

dean watches cas join his family and head out for lunch, and once cas is gone from view, he looks down at his phone. the contact entry is under ‘Angel of Thursday 💕’ and dean smiles. 

Don’t imagine Castiel’s half-hearted protests that he has tests to grade while his hands grip Dean’s rolling hips tighter to him. Or Dean maintaining eye contact while reaching out and taking Castiel’s glasses off so he can lean down and kiss Castiel senseless without them getting in the way.

and it’s almost ridiculous just how loud cas gets - and well, it’s a great boost for deans ego.

#Cas is so eager #he doesn’t even let Dean undress them properly 

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Dean wasn’t sure why he was so surprised when Cas first started moaning dirty words while they were having sex. It shouldn’t surprise him, considering that Castiel has no filter with anything else either, so why wouldn’t he say exactly what he thinks in bed too?

Still, Dean hadn’t expected it. That didn’t mean he didn’t absolutely love it.

“Just like that, Dean! Eat my hole, feels so fucking good when you push your tongue inside of me,” Cas moaned loudly. Dean had to hold himself from chuckling against Cas’s ass, his mouth pressed tightly against the skin, his tongue deep inside Cas’s hole.

“Use your teeth, fucking bite me!”

Dean nibbled gently on Cas’s rim, making him moan even louder.

“Fucking love it when you do that, when you eat my tight ass like this.”

Dean pulled away a little to catch his breath, and Cas started whining immediately.

“Please don’t stop! Please, Dean, eat me out, make me come just from you eating my ass. Please, I want more!” Cas sounded almost panicked when he thought Dean was done.

Dean chuckled. “Calm down, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please, please put your tongue back in me. Want your tongue in me, Dean!”

Dean leaned back in, teasing Cas’s hole by swirling his tongue gently around it. Cas whined, pushing his ass down against Dean’s face, trying desperately to get more.

Dean smirked against his ass. He knew how sensitive Cas’s hole was, he knew he could make him come just like this. But he didn’t want to give it to him just yet.

He kept teasing him, flicking his tongue quickly but still only barely touching Cas’s skin.

“Dean! I need more! Please give me more, I want it inside of me.”

After a minute or so Dean poked his tongue back inside. It made Castiel let out a moan mixed with relieve and pleasure.

Dean sucked on Cas’s rim gently before nibbling the sensitive skin again. He worked his tongue in and out of his hole as quickly as he could. It made Cas writhe on the bed, his head thrown back as he pulled on the sheets.

“Dean, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum, fuck, Dean! Your mouth is gonna make me cum. Please, Dean, I wanna cum so bad! Please eat me out, don’t stop. Fuck my ass with your tongue!” Castiel was almost screaming.

It took less than a minute more before Cas’s back arched up, his release painting his stomach in white stripes.

Dean licked over his hole a couple more times, slowly and gently as he waited Cas to come down from his high. Cas’s body jerked upwards, away from Dean when his hole got too sensitive.

Dean crawled up the bed and Castiel pulled him into a kiss as soon as they were face to face, Dean on his hands and knees above him.

“I just ate your ass for ages but you’re still the one with the filthiest mouth in this room,” he smirked down at Cas who was still too far gone to answer with anything else but a chuckle.

“I would’ve never guessed how naughty an angel can be,” Dean continued. Cas chuckled, pulling him down next to him.

“Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind,” Castiel rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips. Dean chuckled before pulling the lube bottle from under his pillow.

“You gonna talk like that while my cock’s in your ass, too?” Dean grinned as he flipped Cas over onto his stomach.

“Worse. Much worse. Now get in me!”

Straightening the silverware on the table, Cas goes through his mental check list. Orange Chicken for dinner, check. Pecan pie for dessert, check. Cleaned the living room, check. Wearing the light blue frilly panties, check. He’s sure he feels like he’s missing something. Going through the list Dean gave him this morning, he can’t figure out what he’s missing. The unsettling feeling in the bottom of his stomach nags him. Standing in the middle of the hallway, he worries his bottom lip, trying to think of the missing piece. That’s when he hears the lock open. Running over to the pillow placed near the door, he kneels down ready to receive Dean back home. 

The door creaks open and Dean walks through with a slouch and an exhausted expression. He drops his briefcase to the ground and tilts Cas’s head up to look at him. His finger slips across his blue-eyed sub’s chapped lips and makes his way up to his hair. This revered touch makes Cas whimper and push up against Dean’s hand. 

“Welcome home, sir.” Cas gasps as Dean pulls the back of his hair to pull him up to his feet. 

“Hmm…” Dean approves, looking around the apartment and the food on the dinning table, “You’ve been a good boy for me, haven’t you?” 

“Yes, sir.” Cas replies with a blush on his cheeks. 

“Good, I hope you have that pink jeweled plug inside of you.” Dean whispers and leans in for a kiss. 

Plug. The plug. That’s what Cas forgot. Dean feels him stiffen up during the kiss. Cas avoids Dean’s eyes as he looks at him with a puzzling expression. How could he be so stupid? How could he forget the plug? Now he won’t be Dean’s good boy anymore. 

“Cas?” Dean asserts. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” Cas apologizes with tears in his eyes, “I forgot to wear the plug.” 

Dean sighs and places a kiss on Cas’s forehead. He pulls him to the couch and pulls him over his lap. 

“You know you have to be punished for this, right?” Dean states, while rubbing Cas’s ass through the panties. 

“Yes, sir.” Cas says and places his head in his arms. 

The first 5 smacks come in a paced fashion, letting Cas get used to he hits. Dean quickens the pace as Cas lets out whimpers caused from the pain. He lost count of the spanks after 15. They probably went up to 25, that was Dean’s usual count. But Cas isn’t sure. He’s lost in the feeling of pain and the complete and utter feeling of being so turned on. 

“Cas, babe.” Dean says as he soothes Cas’s asscheeks. “Bend over on the arm of the couch, I’m going to get the lube.” 

“Yes, sir.” Cas obeys and follows Dean’s orders. 

He waits for a few seconds, with his ass up in the air and his cheek smushed on the black leather. Jumping at the cool feeling of Dean’s wet finger on his hole, he looks back at him. Dean wears a determined look as he begins to finger Cas open. One finger turns to two and then to three. He was carefully avoiding his prostate, not wanting to give Cas any pleasure through this punishment. 

Finally, Dean pushes his cock into Cas’s heat. He pushes and pushes until he’s fitted all the way in. Cas was tight. He tries to hold on to the leather couch, but was in vain. He doesn’t have to wait long until Dean starts moving again. 

It was slow and timed. Each thrust, equally as torturous to Cas as possible. Begging, Cas tries to push back on to Dean but would get a smack on his already stinging cheeks. His whimpers came out as a reflex. He begs and begs and begs Dean to go faster. He shouldn’t. He’s a bad boy if he does, but he wants to feel him inside. 

Finally, Dean loses it. He pushes a hand down on Cas’s upper back and grips another to his hips. The movement becomes fast and sloppy. Each thrust hitting Cas’s prostate, making him lose his mind, like it wasn’t lost in the first place. Both of them, release their orgasm in the midst of this animalistic affair. 

Dean, pulling his cock out, watches his come drip out of Cas’s hole. He pulls Cas up and gives him a deep kiss. They both sigh into each other as if they are the only ones who are alive in the world and nothing else mattered. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and eat dinner.” Dean says after breaking the kiss. 

Out of all places they meet in a tiny jewelry shop. Not a fancy one, no. A tiny one that sells all kind of jewelry. Cas is there to find a cute pair of earrings for his sister whose birthday is coming up, and Dean is searching for a new lip ring. Dean sees Cas glancing at him so he goes to talk to him because why not. Plus Cas is super cute in his glasses and messy hair.

Cas is pretty shy at first. He blushes deeply as he tells Dean he likes his style. They talk for a moment, well, mostly Dean talks, but Cas answers all the casual questions Dean asks him.

Dean is immediately drawn to the shy man who’s wearing a light colored sweater west over a pastel blue button up and freaking khaki pants. He’s nothing like the loud outgoing metalheads Dean has dated before, and maybe that’s exactly why he can’t let the man slip away.

To Cas’s complete surprise Dean asks him to get coffee with him. With his eyes wide Cas can’t do more than nod, swallowing down his nervousness as they both pay for what they came there for before leaving the store together. Dean takes him to a small coffee shop that Cas has never even heard of. The place is pretty dark with only dim lights on, it only has a couple of table and the whole atmosphere is very intimate.

They sit there in a small table for hours just talking. Cas relaxes slowly in Dean’s company and tells him more about himself. When he mentions that he owns a bookstore Dean’s eyes brighten and he starts to talk about all his favorite authors and books. That’s the moment when Cas really starts to fall for him.

When they finally step back to the streets from the coffee shop Cas tells him he really needs to go, it’s getting late and he has to be at his store early the next morning. Dean asks for his number, telling him he really wants to meet Cas again. After Cas saves his number on Dean’s phone they linger for a moment, neither of them really wanting to let the other go. Finally Dean takes Cas’s hand, gently pulling him towards himself. Cas expects Dean to kiss him, but instead Dean presses a quick soft kiss on Cas’s cheek before pulling away, smiling as he lets go of his hand and leaves.

Dean takes Cas on several dates that are nothing like the dates Cas is used to. They’re a million times better, way more exciting and just perfect. They don’t kiss on their first actual date, and neither on their second. Cas guesses it’s probably because Dean wants to give him space, thinks that Cas wants to or needs to wait, when in reality Cas can’t wait to get those plump lips on his.

At the end of their third date Dean leans in to press another soft kiss on Cas’s cheek, but before he manages to pull all the way back Cas stops him with a hand on his cheek. He hesitates for a moment, looking deep into Dean’s eyes before he surges forward, smashing their lips together. Dean is immediately on board, wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist, pulling him closer. They make out for almost ten minutes until they finally break away, both panting hard. They don’t end up in bed that night even though they both want it.

After going on dates for several weeks it’s Cas who asks Dean if he’d like to make it official. With the biggest smile on his lips Dean says yes, pulling his new boyfriend into a kiss.

That’s the night when they finally rip each other’s clothes off like they’ve wanted to do for weeks now. All of Cas’s shyness just disappears once he has Dean naked in his bed. Even though Cas has been comfortable around Dean for a long time now, it still surprises him when Cas pushes him down on the bed and immediately takes Dean into his mouth, taking him all the way down without gagging even once.

It surprises Dean even more when after a quick prep Cas positions himself over Dean and sinks down on his cock, taking it like he was made for it. When Cas starts to ride him Dean has no other option but to hold on to Cas’s waist and, well, hold on. Cas is loud, his words dirtier than Dean could’ve ever imagined coming from his pretty little mouth. He bounces on top of Dean, taking him as deep as he possibly can.

Cas comes completely untouched all over Dean’s stomach, his back arching beautifully as he screams in pleasure. Dean expects him to collapse or at least slow down, but no. Cas just keeps going just as rough and fast as he had before, only now his body is shaking a little more. Dean comes moments later, his mind blown just from how freaking amazing Castiel is.

   Last year we introduced Safe Mode, which filters sensitive content in your dashboard and search results so you have control over what you see and what you don’t. And now that it’s been out for a while, we want to make sure everyone has the chance to try it out.                    

   Over the next couple weeks, you might see some things in your dashboard getting filtered. If you like it that way, that’s great. If you don’t, no problem. You can go back by turning off Safe Mode [there’s a link here in the original mail] any time.

There is no information, NOWHERE, what will be filtered.

There is no information HOW we should even notice things getting filtered.

He’s only been with a few guys, but none of them have ever come on his cock like Cas just did. Dean’s seen guys do it in porn, but he thought it was staged. He had no idea that it was something that could actually happen, nor that it would be as unbelievably hot as it was. 

dean rimming cas

dean fucking cas slowly while they whisper about how much they love each other

cas riding dean 

dean fingering cas while he sucks him off

Dean gasped as Cas pinched his nipple harshly, so close to pain, yet so very far from it, just how he craved to be touched, while Cas sat further down on Dean’s cock, taking him in to the hilt.

Cas braced himself to his arms on Deans chest, lifting himself while Deans hands traveled from Cas’s ass to grasp under his thighs, going with Cas’s movement, urging him on.

Cas shifted to put his weight on the mattress, one hand trailing Deans chest while he bore down in a sharp movement, the angle of Deans cock hitting him just right, his head thrown back, making Dean wish he could reach and suck marks on Cas’s exquisite throat.

Suddenly, there was urgency, need to feel it again – how Cas engulfed Dean in smooth motion, Deans hands demanding on Cas’s flesh, the feel of Dean’s cock filling him.

All the while Cas had the presence of mind to thumb Deans nipple, to rouse those stifled groans, those uncontrollable moans when the assault to senses was too much and not enough.

Dean’s hands began to slip on sweaty skin, his grasp getting harder, desperate, his throat forming half-words to which Cas responded in kind, folding over, so close, so very close…

Their kiss was little more than shared, panted breath, Deans hands roaming over Cas’s back incessantly, trying to touch everything he could.

Cas buried his face into Deans shoulder, lips searching for skin, sucking for all he was worth, teeth coming into play, thrusting back onto Dean’s answering hips. Cas’s arms stuffed under Deans neck like a plead, to ask for help to get him over this crest, to let the wave crash.

Cas sat up abruptly, pushing back on Deans cock, a litany of Dean’s name filling the air, until his cock twitched violently, sending his seed on both their stomachs, still bearing down with purpose.

Not three seconds later, Dean curled over with a forceful sob, fingers pressing prints into Cas’s waist, spilling deep inside Cas.

Cas slumped onto Dean’s chest, breathing harshly into his ear while Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and held him tight.

It took more than the triviality of Deans flaccid cock sliding out of Cas to separate them. Neither of them cared about the mess of Deans stomach or Cas’s ass. There was no rush to clean up. So what if some come dried on them.

It wasn’t until neither of them could really feel their legs that they moved, and even then, just enough for Cas to comfortably lay beside Dean, his head pillowed on Deans shoulder.

There was no rush.