#sub cas

Dean watched Cas’ eyes wander around, looking to the side. Where those fucking Brits from the European branch of the company were sat. Mick Davies seemed particularly in his line of eye, and Dean hummed, snatching back his boyfriend’s attention. “You looking at someone else, Cas?”

“What- no, of course not,” Cas promised as he snapped out of his daze. He blinked his large, blue eyes and shook his head. In a lower voice, he added. “I belong to you, Dean.”

“Good. You need a reminder when we get home.” Dean whistled under his breath, his eyes hooded when they met Cas’s.

“I,” Cas’s voice was suddenly shaky, but still gravelly rich, with excitement, lust and panic. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.” Cas shuffled, so that they were standing a bit closer. “You know I’m yours.”

A smirk tugged at Dean’s lips, and he leaned backwards. He put his hand on the small of Castiel’s spine, and with his next words, slid it around his waist slowly, coming to rest on his hip. “Yeah, I know. But do you?” He squeezed, and Cas twitched, the sudden movement extracting a gasp from his lips.

Hannah showed up right then, and Cas straightened from the way he’d begun to gravitate towards Dean, and began to talk to his colleague. Dean, sure of will, kept his hand around Cas, even as he looked away to avoid listening in to the boring workings of HR. Cas didn’t mind.

The evening went on, and Dean had almost forgotten Cas’s momentary lapse of judgement and impending punishment, and began to relish the thought of simply going home with Cas, taking him to bed to a sweet night of love making. That is, until it happened again.

There Cas stood, his Cas, mere yards away from him, chatting to Davies. They stood sufficiently close for Dean to narrow his eyes, and it was when Davies put his hand on Cas’s shoulder in the middle of a laugh, that Dean had had about enough.

He’d already been pretty distracted, so he excused himself from the group of his colleagues from Sales, after downing his sixth glass of bubbly, making a beeline for Cas. And Davies. Fucking bastard.

“Castiel,” Dean purred, reaching them, and slinging his arm around Cas’s waist, far from casual in his want.

Mick took kind of a step back, with his hands raised in a no-offense gesture, instantly. “Dean.” He greeted, with an acknowledging nod.

Dean ignored him.

“I’d been looking for you, sweetheart,” Dean whispered into Cas’s ear, his lips grazing against his earlobe. “And, here you are. With your friend, Davies, huh?”

“I’m, uh,” Mick cleared his throat. “I’m going to give you both some space.”

“That’s gotta be best,” Dean side-eyed him, before turning back to Cas. “Hey, you.” He repeated, his voice properly a growl now. “You think this is fun?”

“What?” Cas bit his lip, looking up at Dean through his eyelashes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Dean tilted his head backwards, regarding Cas with clouded eyes. “Uh-huh. That’s enough.” In another sudden motion, he had flipped Cas by an angle, so that he was pressed against Dean’s front. Cas’s eyes widened, and he gulped. “You. Me. Some-fucking-where.”

Cas kept staring up at Dean, taken aback by how gorgeous and furious he looked, and feeling flattered that his mere talking to someone else had had that affect on Dean.

“I know I’d said you need a reminder when we get home,” Dean hissed. “But, you know what? You need a lesson, right fucking now. This is your floor, so tellme where you want us to go - if you don’t wanna get your brains fucked out, bent over the slab in the men’s room.”

A shudder ran up Cas’s spine. You’re being unreasonable, he would’ve said, if he weren’t getting more aroused by the second. In his current state, held steadfast against Dean’s hardening dick, and pulled up to be the same height as him with just one hand - he could only mutter, “My office.”

“Perfect,” In a swift motion, he freed Cas. Cas desperately missed the heat and the feeling of Dean so close, but he began to lead the way instantly, almost stumbling over air in his hurry.

“You got any goodbyes to say to Davies?” Dean whispered hotly, following him close.

Cas whimpered out his denial, and kept on walking, faster.

They were soon there, and the moment they’d gotten out of the brightly lit hall, Dean had begun to get even closer to Cas. Now though, he was practically gloving him from behind, as Cas fumbled with the keys to his door.

“Good boy,” He pressed a chaste kiss on the back of Cas’s neck, as the door swung open, and they hustled inside. He slammed it shut behind him, and it closed with a decisive click. In the dark of the room, since no one even tried to go for the light switches, the frosted glass walls would be enough cover. The city was visible, twinkling through the glass balcony. “My good boy.” He didn’t lose any time, and cornered Cas against the wall, pinning him there with his own body.

Cas made an effort to move, but only ended up lifting his hips against Dean’s crotch, making Dean moan. He looked away from Cas for a moment, and bit the insides of his cheek. “Oh, you’re gorgeous.” He began, looking back at Cas, wide-eyed and shifty against him. “And you’re fun, and you’re obedient. Mostly. But you weren’t being good today, huh?”

Cas let out a throaty noise, his eyes glassy. His hands were pinned to his side, and his chest heaved.

“I have half a mind to fuck you against the glass,” Dean muttered. “Let the citywatch you being my good boy.”

Cas whimpered, as Dean moved just slightly enough to give him a bit of friction. His hips strained up against, but Dean didn’t reciprocate.

“And there’s a good deal of my head insisting that I should ruin your fucking desk, and get you naked, and whining over my knee, and spank you till you’re reminded of exactly who is the only one who gets to touch - ahh!”

The experimental roll of Cas’s hips, had Dean moaning again, screwing his eyes shut and silencing him mid sentence.

“Won’t let Daddy finish, will you?” His eyes gleaming into a darker shade of ivy, he put one of his hand against Cas’s mouth, gaining a muffled groan, as he pushed his knee up against Cas’s growing length, finally paying attention to his dick. Dean used his other hand to pin Cas’s hands behind him, holding them in place with just one of his, rough and passionate. Pleased with the way Cas was shaking against him, with desire and need, Dean licked his lips. “Oh, I don’t even need to do something to you! You’re perfect. I could look at you whining for my dick all night.”

Cas’s pupils were full blown and the blue was but a speck, when he gestured with his eyes towards Dean’s lips, before using his own to press a kiss against Dean’s palm.

Dean drew away his hand from Cas’s mouth, and replaced it with his lips, not able to resist Cas’s request. He captured Cas’s lips in an aggressive motion, dipping and pushing Cas against the wall. His tongue lapped into Cas’s mouth, and he kissed ferociously, exploring every bit of Cas. He was reciprocated, determined but feeble, with his hands pinned against his back and pinned against the wall. “Dean, ahh, fuck!” Cas moaned, his voice deeper, as Dean used his now spare hand to unbutton Cas’s shirt roughly, and wrenched his lips away from Cas’s, to lay heated ones along his neck line. By the time he reached his pecs, Cas was writhing to touch Dean too.

“Let me,” He begged. “I want to make you, ahh, feel good!” He had almost succeeded in freeing his wrists from Dean’s grip.

“You don’t get to,” Dean heaved, pulling back slightly, to begin to unbuckle his belt; Cas’s shirt now flung to the corner. “You don’t get to touch Daddy tonight,” He let out, panting.

Cas, obstinately, used his now free hand to claw at Dean’s chest, get his blazer off.

“Only one of us is getting naked today,” Dean hissed, swatting his hands away, and getting back to his fervent task of removing Cas’s layers, once he was done with his own zipper and buttons. “And it’s the one who’s not been a good boy at all.” He swore under his breath, as Cas gasped - Dean had just gotten his trousers off and the blast of cold air against his legs surprising him, even as Dean’s hands on the waistline of his boxers excited him.

Cas strained against Dean, pleading for him to pay attention to his arousal, which was standing at full attention with Dean’s grazing touches. But Dean wasn’t in a mood to oblige, or give Cas all he wanted. It was not one of those nights. It was a night when Cas had to be reminded whose good boy he was. With a haphazard movement, he pulled off Cas’s boxers, but didn’t even look at his throbbing dick, aching for Dean’s touch.

Dean held Cas’s gaze, resisting the enormous desire to rake his eyes over the entirety of this naked man, his good boy, but he won and used his hand instead to get Cas to look at him, with a hand on the back of his neck. Cas obeyed, his neck bare and Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Do something,” Cas whined, flustered and red in the face. “Fuck me - touch me, let me touch you - do something to me Dean, don’t make me wait any more!”

“You deserve to be kept waiting, boy,” Dean glared back, but obliged nonetheless, letting go of Cas for a moment, and with a slight downwards push, urging him to get on his knees. Cas did, submissively and eager, looking up at Dean frantic.

Dean let himself out, not pushing his jeans too far down his legs except for what needed to be done to give Cas access to his cock. He was just as aroused as the other, straining and a mess with precome dripping over the tip.

Cas flicked his tongue over his lips before looking at Dean for permission.

Dean nodded, hungrily, though still in control. He grabbed a fist full of Cas’s hair, while his other hand went to wipe the sweat off his own forehead as Cas took him in his mouth.

Expertly and eager to impress, and to pleasure - Cas began to take him in, more and more until Dean was wrapped in the warm and wet heat of Cas’s mouth.

Cas looked up at Dean, as if to say, look Daddy, look at what I’m gonna do! And he proceeded to swirl his tongue in all the right places. He brought a hand to fondle Dean’s balls, and closed his eyes as he set up a rhythm.

For a moment, but just a moment, Dean was lost. In the feeling of Cas, in the feeling of having his dick in another man’s mouth, in the feeling of having someone like Cas so eager to please him, and convince him that he only had eyes for him.

But a moment later, he was back. This wasn’t everyday. This was supposed to be punishment.

Dean yanked at Cas’s hair, and instantly bristled as Cas’s teeth grazed his soft cock. Much gentler, he pulled out a bit, but only enough for Cas to just notice that Dean was doing so.

When Dean’s eyes commanded Cas to, he dropped the hand that was pleasuring Dean’s balls. “I told you, you don’t get to touch me tonight,” Dean let out, with fading will, for his dick was still in Cas’s wonderful mouth and it was doing wonders to break his iron will of punishing Cas. “But Daddy gets to fuck your mouth,” He added, thrusting in suddenly, going past his gag reflex and slamming against the back of his throat.

Cas’s eyes widened, before rolling back into their sockets, as Dean pulled his hips back, but only to thrust again. With each thrust, he was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, and the way Cas looked, receiving it, was helping him majorly along his way.

Cas gave a small nod, when Dean paused for a moment, telling him that it was okay to go ahead. So Dean did. He began thrusting again, letting himself go, because he knew his good boy could take it. His good boy. His Cas. “Mine,” He moaned, getting closer to his climax, as he looked down at Cas - kneeling and naked, his hair a mess, drooling down his sturdy jaw, his pretty lips wrapped around Dean’s dick like nothing gave him more pleasure. “Mine - ahh, fuck,” His claim was cut short by a sharp strike of pleasure that ran through him as Cas sucked on him, his cheeks sunken and his eyes excited. “Fuck, Cas, I’m gonna - I can’t - I’m gonna -” He breathed in shorter and shorter gasps, his thrusting out of rhythm as his jaw fell slack.

“Fuck, ah, Cas,” He let out a moan, as he finally came, spurting his hot cum into Cas’s mouth, and Cas not budging. He writhed, and he rode it out, the waves of pleasure and of orgasm - thrusting until his hips were tired of the repetitive motion because of intense pleasure, and he fell slack in his routine. He’d emptied his hot seed into Cas, who’d swallowed it all, his eyes closed as if in bliss himself.

Dean let out a “mmph”, as he massaged his hands in Cas’s hair, running it through and through. Taking it as his cue, Cas got off of Dean’s dick with a pop, using the back of his wrist to wipe his mouth, but kept kneeling - now leaning back against the wall, as Dean let go of his hair.

“I’m yours,” He swore, for the second time this evening, as Dean dragged him up with strong hands on his biceps. “And you should really believe me now.”

“Don’t be cheeky, boy,” Dean was still breathless, tired and a heavy mess - he was leaning against Cas again, but the reasons were different. He wasn’t holding Cas in place, he was being held in place. “That was - something. Jesus.”

“You don’t doubt me now, do you, Daddy?” Cas purred, kissing Dean with pouting lips, batting his lashes at him.

“We may have to do another round when we get home,” Dean smiled, only half kidding. “Only this time, I’ll be fucking your ass, not that cheeky little heavenlymouth.”

“Will I be being bad, if I say I’m looking forward to your dick again,” Cas cooed, almost against Dean’s lips, his hands cupping Dean’s face - still obedient to when Dean had told him to not touch his body tonight.

“Yes, yes that’s bad,” Dean growled, getting steadier on his feet, and back in control of the sustained and word-punctuated kiss. “But sometimes, you being bad gives Daddy some damn good times, so I’ll let it slide, Cas. And well, at home, we got all the time we need to teach you to be good over and over again, don’t we?”

Cas let out a giggling laugh, before Dean began to redress his good boy with the most jealous care - because he was his, and the rest of the World shouldn’t get to see anymore of him than Dean allowed them to.

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Warnings for top, alpha, dom Dean and bottom, omega, sub Cas 

Castiel’s arms shake where they’re raised above his head, his feet up on his tippy toes as he waits. He’s stretched out, his body aching from being stuck in this position for so long. His breathing is steady but his heart taps rapidly against his ribs. He hates just waiting.

“Mmm,” someone hums behind him, their voice deliciously low, forcing arousal to burn in the pit of Castiel’s belly. “You look so beautiful like this.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Castiel says back, his voice breathy.

Dean steps around to the front of Castiel, his eyes greedily taking in his naked body. He feels so vulnerable, so exposed. A shudder wracks through his body because even now he’s turned on beyond belief, loving that his alpha takes control and does exactly as he wishes.

Dean is wearing his suit, his fingers slowly pulling the tie loose from around his throat. The move undeniably sexy and Castiel can’t hold back his whimper. Dean smirks before taking his tie and shoving it forcibly into Castiel’s mouth.

“There we go, sweetheart. That’ll help you stay quiet.”

Lord, give me strength...

you can call me Ro and i use any pronouns :3

i just love cas being babied and treat softly and wanted a place to scream about ideas of how he can be taken care of!!

i’ll probs be nsfw sometimes but i also like soft headcanons. i mainly ship sastiel but i also like deancas, wincestiel/wincaswin, cascrowley, megstiel and others!

basically, if cas is the centre of attention and getting loved? i’m in!