We Were Nineteen
While drunk, Dean tells Cas about his love for silk panties. Cas exploits this confession.
Settle Slowly
For the kink prompt: Dean/Cas, exhibitionism.
Dean and Cas share a certain trust in their relationship. As most things seem to, it evolves. It becomes something other. Dean isn’t complaining.
What Do We Say?
Word Count: 731
Description: Just Dean and Cas having a roll in the hay. Pushy bottom Dean. Total and utter PWP. With panty kink.
Disobedience
Author: the_gabih
Pairing: Dean/Cas/Gabriel
Word Count: 3003
Summary: Gabriel was planning on a nice, relaxed evening. Pity his mates have other ideas…
Warnings: threesome (m/m/m), mating cycles/in heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, D/s, fingerfucking, knotting, self lubrication, implied mpreg, dom/top!alpha!Cas, sub/bottom!omega!Dean, omega!Gabriel
Hands-On
Author: the_gabih
Pairing: Dean/Cas/Sam/Gabriel (Team Free Love); side - Dean/Sam, Dean/Gabe, Cas/Gabe, Dean/Cas, Sam/Gabe
Word Count: 4046
Summary: Dean’s elected to try something new. The others help him through it.
Warnings: foursome (m/m/m/m), fisting, fingering, mild BDSM, wing!kink, sub/bottom!Dean.
I accidentally KGB pwp under the cut?
Don't Panic
Author: deans1911
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Words: 7298
Summary: Dean is a Secret Service agent. Castiel is his ex-KGB handler.
“In I Iad, In I Ia-Idon”
“Ineeah – innie iaddon?”
Castiel smiled pityingly at him; Dean let his head drop onto the table. “Not quite.” The angel said, smiling all the while, and Dean folded his arms, and rested his head on them.
“What did I say?”
“Not a lot.” Castiel shrugged. “It’s mostly your pronunciation.”
Dean scowled. “Okay, fine. What did you say?”
“Mine is god, Mine is all powerful.” The Headquarters’ dining-room echoed with his voice.
Dean pulled a face. “When the hell would I use that?”
Castiel shrugged, puzzled. “Well, what do you want to learn?”
“I don’t know. Conversational Enochian. Hello, goodbye, where’s the john – you know.”
Castiel looked amused. “Conversational Enochian doesn’t really exist, Dean. The English language is obsessed with wordplay – in Enochian, there’s not even such a thing as euphemism.”
Dean drummed his fingers on the table. “Huh.” He frowned. “Weird.”
The angel threaded his fingers together in his lap and looked at him sideways. “Do you still want me to teach you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, we might as well try.”
Shakedown (the big one)
He should probably stop treating the guy like shit; it wasn’t his fault that Dean was harboring the world’s biggest unrequited crush on him.
Dean is a legacy NASCAR driver, and Castiel is his crew chief of three months who hates him. Or maybe he doesn’t. It’s complicated.
Also known as That Goddamn Nascar Ficlet. Eventually I hope to extent the AU world this is based in. For now, just imagine that it takes place halfway through said fic.
This is for Team Peen Please but most especially deans1911. Y’all are awesome and I hope it’s not too terrible. Much thanks to mischievousart for a fabulous beta.
