comment_fic | Kinky Thursday

Hi, everyone, sexycazzy here yet again! Today is my last day of my week's guest hosting :( I've enjoyed hosting for you lovely people and the past few days, I've enjoyed seeing what you have came up with your prompts and fills. So thank you to everyone for making this week a enjoyable one!

We end the week with one of my favourite themes - KINKS!

Let us remember that your kink is your kink, and someone else's kink is theirs! Be respectful and we will get on fine! With that said, let's get started with some examples:

Oh, my god, Daniel has a kink - to be spanked by Colonel Jack O'Neill while he's in his uniform in Stargate-1. Guess what? Neal wants to be Peter's slave in White Collar. Adam (CSI:NY) loves to worship Abby's feet (NCIS).

Let's follow the format for prompts:

Stargate-1, Daniel/Jack, spanking & military uniform

White Collar, Neal/Peter, Neal wants to be Peter's slave 24/7

CROSSOVER

CSI:NY/NCIS, Adam/Abby, foot worship

Remember the rules:

-No more than three prompts per fandom.

-No more than five prompts at a time, though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more.

-No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.

-Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.

Have fun!

Don't forget, if kinks is not your thing, then why not go over to Lonely Prompts and see if any of them would be interesting for you to fill?

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SPN, Dean/Castiel, accidental stimulation and/or frottage

Three days ago, Dean shoved Castiel to the ground, hard, and pinned him there to avoid getting hit by a witch’s spell.

Three days ago, Castiel felt what it was like to have the hard lines of Dean’s body press against him, covering and smothering the angel in the hunter’s warmth.

Three days ago, Dean’s breath had tickled against Castiel’s cheek and ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Three days ago, Dean’s knee slipped between Castiel’s thighs and the angel had the joy of experiencing his first awkward erection.

Three days ago, Dean stopped making eye contact with Castiel, and shoved himself away from the angel with reddened cheeks as soon as it was safe.

Three days ago, Castiel realized how screwed he really was.

I'll.

Um.. I'll just be over here.

Rubbing myself against this fic.

What? Don't judge me.

UNF.

Heh heh heh.

Don't worry, I'm not judging you.

Ngggh!

When Dean shoves Castiel against the wall of the motel of the week, Castiel isn’t nearly as surprised as he should be. He doesn’t know what he expects to happen because they’ve been dancing around the event of three days ago and Dean’s been torn between embarrassment and shame. Castiel knows what he wants, hasn’t tried denying it to himself and he isn’t going to start denying it to Dean.

“Cas,” the hunter says, licking his lips. His fingers hesitate, flickering between clutching at Castiel’s shoulders desperately and petting them. His words die on his lips when he meets Castiel’s gaze and he makes a choked sound. “Cas.”

He surges forward than, catching Castiel’s face in his warm palms and pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Their teeth clack together loudly before they manage to slot together, but even then the kiss is a mess. The nips are too hard and Castiel has no idea what to do with his tongue. He drags Dean impossibly closer by the front of his shirt and forgets the hunter needs to breath. He doesn’t want this to stop, ever, can’t afford to let it stop now.

Dean fumbles to tear of Castiel’s trench coat and suit coat, yanks the angel back from the wall far enough for Castiel to tug himself free of the layers before Dean shoves him again. His fingers tear at the buttons on Castiel’s dress shirt and he just shoves at Castiel’s undershirt, pushing it up and out of the way.

Dean’s hands are hot and large when they press against Castiel’s stomach and Castiel can’t stop the sharp, startled inhale of breath (muscle memory, Castiel thinks, bless Jimmy) or the way his body trembles under Dean’s gentle caress. Warm lips trail across Castiel’s jaw and down his throat the only thing Castiel can think to do is to clutch and Dean’s shoulders and just struggle to hold on.

Castiel isn’t sure which one of them is moaning and panting and pleading, or if it’s both of them, but he doesn’t care. Dean’s cock is a long, hard length against Castiel’s hip when he finally manages to get a thigh between Castiel’s legs and it’s driving Castiel delirious with need. Castiel doesn’t bother trying to stop himself from rutting up against Dean, grinding his own cock into the hard muscles of Dean’s thighs.

Dean laughs against the hollow of Castiel’s throat, a low, dark, desperate sound that sends shivers down the angel’s spine. The muscles in his stomach and thighs twitch and jump with every thrusting movement of Dean’s hips, every drag of his jean-clad length. His own cock is straining, leaking precum against the front of his slacks and he just doesn’t care.

The smothering weight of Dean is perfect, as is the feel of the hunter’s lips and teeth and tongue moving across his skin and the desperate rutting of his hips as they both struggle for release. It’s all Castiel can do to hold on Dean, digging his nails into his covered shoulders and throw back his head and moan pathetically, whimpering in whining when Dean attacks the exposed line of delicate skin with his teeth.

It’s quick and dirty and dizzying and the friction is not enough and too much at the same time, and Castiel can’t think anymore. He’s given himself over to just feeling this, feeling Dean. He wants to remember this feeling forever, this crazy, passionate feeling and the way Dean is surrounding him and holding him up, guiding him towards the brink.

When Castiel finally comes, it’s with a strangled cry of Dean’s name. He’s startled by the torrential wave of emotions and feelings that washes over him, the moment of perfect oblivion as he comes for the first time, hard, and in his slacks. Without his consent, his body goes limp, weak, and if it wasn’t for Dean’s strong arms he fears he would collapse.

It’s strange then, like feeling through glass, as he waits for his body to calm, even as Dean continues to moan brokenly against his throat and rut against him like a desperate animal. Castiel strokes his shoulders soothingly, before carding through his hair gently. Dean comes with a whimper, thrusting hard enough against Castiel the angel would fear bruising.

“Cas,” Dean moans, hiding his face. Castiel doesn’t know if it’s from shame or embarrassment or exhaustion, but he doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. He just keeps up the gentle caresses until Dean stops shaking, murmuring a litany of “Dean, Dean, Dean,” until the room stops spinning for the both of them and they finally part.

Castiel doesn’t know what has just happened between them, what this makes them, but he can’t bring himself to be scared when Dean meets his gaze and smiles tiredly.

*slack-jawed*

Uh... uh... what

tiptoe39 said. GOOD GOD YES.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dude, whoa. How come it says "she" instead of "tiptoe39"?

Also, yay!

Ngggh again@ *ded*

Damn! That's good!

Holy mother of fucking hell's bells. You will kill me one of these days. I just know it.

asdfkjld;lfkjda!!! I LOVE THIS!!! What is it about your porn that just undoes me, I sweartaGOD!! so hot!!!!!

My love for you is epic. Never doubt it.

Nghghg. *gurgles, lies on floor, flails* BOYS DO THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME PLEASE. so hot. sooooooooooooohooooooooooot. ng.

Hee! I'm glad that I seem to be able to have this affect on you a lot. In a purely self-serving, manipulative way. Because I'm cruel like that. ;D

I second the, uh, live action repeat. *shifty eyes*

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