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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Gabriel/Sam
      Winchester, James_Bond/Q
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, its, all_-_Freeform, Porn, Destiel_-_Freeform, Rimming, 00Q_-
      Freeform, All_The_Ships
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-30 Updated: 2014-01-04 Chapters: 4/? Words: 2830
****** It's all Porn ******
by Randomusername12
Summary
     Just a collection of short stories. I will be taking requests if you
     guys want anything written.
***** Number 1: Destiel in the Impala *****
Number 1: Destiel
They were led on the soft, worn leather of the impala. Both of them topless;
Hands everywhere in their haste. They only had a short while before Sam would
be back from the case. Just about an hour or so. Dean peppered kissed down Cas’
smooth chest before sitting up to pull the ex-angel’s jeans off. He slid the
fabric teasingly slowly causing the man to practically whine in frustration.
“Missed you so much” Dean breathed his voice rough and thick with lust. It only
took a swift movement to remove Cas’ boxers also. Dean too Cas expertly into
his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head in an even rhythm, picking
up pace and taking the ex-angel deeper and deeper as he grew more confident.
Cas’ hands flew to Dean’s soft hair gripping tightly, the hunter moaned in the
back of his throat; the vibrations shot through Cas’ body making him loose
control. His hips thrust up into Deans willing mouth. He came hard. Dean
swallowed around Cas until he was soft and sensitive. “Fuck” Cas sighed laying
his head back against the car door. Dean chuckled before placing a quick kiss
on the other man’s chapped lips. “Never leave me again” Dean’s eyes were
pleading. “I won’t I promise” They held each other close until there was a
sharp knock on the steamed window.
***** Request 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     00Q-my girlfriend asked me to write this for her but I didn't know
     anything about it so I did tons of research...it was horrible
     really...so much hard work! *cough* (I read fics and watched the
     film) I also did fuck loads of planning so enjoy. PLEASE COMMENT WITH
     PROMPTS AND REVIEWS I LOVE YOU!!
Q was sat at his desk one miserable November afternoon. He was quite content
with his star wars mug of earl grey and laptop for company. It was silent in
the office around him apart from the odd shuffle of feet marching past his
door, and the steady *tick* of the clock on his desk which read 1pm. He was
late again. He was always late. Q idly wondered what his excuse would be this
time. He sighed deeply resting back on his padded chair.
As if on cue, Mr Bond stepped into the cluttered office. He was dressed in his
usual (very sexy in Q’s opinion) black suit with the crisp white shirt that
seemed to repel dirt. “Good afternoon Q” Bond strode up to Q “I trust you have
a mission and some gadgets for me?” He eyes practically smouldered as he spoke.
However, Q was not taken in quite that easily. “Yes Mr Bond I do indeed.” He
pushed back from the heavy wooden desk and stood. He knew the agent’s eyes
followed him around the small room; He could feel the heat of his gaze on the
back of his head. Q smiled to himself. He could read this man like a book.
“I feel as though there were other matters you wished to talk to me about” Q
smirked turning around to face Bond; who had placed himself lazily on the edge
of the oak desk. He held in his hand a crystal glass of what looked like
whisky. “Why would you think that” Bond cocked an eyebrow questioningly, but
there was a smirk behind his cool blue eyes. “Well with your…history” Q stepped
forward until he was very close to the other man. “This tends to be the method
you deploy…at least with most of the women you fuck,” He stated bluntly. A
flash of shock at Q’s words danced behind Bond’s eyes for a moment, before he
regained his arrogant persona. “Oh really?” He chuckled. “Is it working?” he
asked cheekily.
Before both of them knew it, Q had closed the small gap between them, in a
heated kiss. Bond was quick to respond. Deepening the kiss instantly, massaging
his tongue over the others teasingly. Bond grabbed Q’s hips and pressed their
hardening cocks together. Q practically purred at the sensation. Nevertheless,
there was the damn fabric in the way; Q was hastily unbuttoning both of their
shirts with nimble fingers. However, it was rather distracting to have 007
sucking light marks on the soft flesh of his neck. Once he had removed both of
their shirts, bond ducked his head to trail kissed along Q’s collar and down
his chest. Q was helpless. His heavy breathing and low moans showed that. He
practically squeaked when Bond palmed his straining erection through fabric
“Off now” He breathed, Q quickly removed his belt and trousers, discarding them
on the rug next to him. He did the same for Bond except in the addition of his
boxers. His cock was thick and long, he had to be around 6 inches.
Bond turned them around so that Q was now bent over the desk. “So hot like
this” he mumbled, running his hands expertly over the other man’s body.
“P…please” Q whimpered. Bond chuckled and pulled down Q’s boxers to expose the
pale curve of his ass. “Eager aren’t we” bond muttered smirking. “Fuck you” Q
muttered in response. However is breathing hitched when he felt bond’s highly
talented tongue begin to open him up. Then a slick finger pressed into his
entrance, When the fuck did he get lube? Q thought to himself. Bond worked him
agonisingly slowly, taking care as not to hurt him. Stars dazed him when Bond
found the little bundle of nerves. Two fingers now scissoring inside him. Once
he was fucking Q with four fingers, he removed them, earning a soft whine from
Q.
“D…Desk” Q stuttered gesturing to the top drawer. Inside, he found a pair of
silver handcuffs. “Oh you naughty boy” He mumbled, smacking Q’s ass playfully,
Q positioned his hands and let Bond securely cuff his wrists together.
By this time, Q was almost begging, and Bond was only more than happy to
oblige. He lined up his cock and slowly pushed in; they both moaned in unison.
“Oh fuck” Bond breathed grasping the smaller man’s hips, steading himself “feel
so fucking good on my cock” He began to move slowly, almost pulling all the way
out before slamming back in. One of Bond’s hands was fisted in Q’s soft curls
pulling him back as Bond fucked into him lazily. “F…fuck” Q almost sobbed.
“Harder. Fuck me until I can’t walk for a week.” He begged. Bond sped up pace,
trusting hard and as deep as he possible could, he hit q’s prostate with every
thrust and soon Q was cumming hard onto the desk’s shiny wood surface. Bond’s
thrusts became erratic as he rode out his own climax.
Once Q was un-cuffed and they had both gained underwear, Q pulled Bond into a
softer kiss. “You’re amazing” Q sighed breaking the kiss “I know” Bond smirked,
which earned him a light-hearted slap. “I look forward to our next meeting”
“As do I”
***** request/gif set 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     THIS WAS A THING FROM TUMBLR (LINK IN THE NOTES)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"When?" Dean asked.
"now" Cas replied.
He quickly removed his belt and threw it to the floor; it landed on the faux
wood surface with a dull clunk. This simple noise rang loud in the heavy
silence of the room. Cas walked over to Dean and placed a hand on his hips,
pressing himself into Dean as they shared a kiss. But no time for much as Cas
had to get back to where ever the hell he just came from.
Dean broke the kiss as he dropped to his knees, in front of Cas. With skilled
fingers, he unbuttoned Cas' trousers and pulled them down along with the white
boxers. He wasted no time, took the angel into his mouth, and hollowed his
cheeks, increasing pressure. Above him, Cas' breathing hitched and a low moan
escaped the usually composed angel. He began to bob his head in an even motion,
massaging the underside with his tongue. occasionally he would pull off
completely to tongue the slit before deep throating him again. 
As he worked Cas, he unzipped his trousers and began palming himself through
his thin boxers to relieve himself. After a minute or two, he yanked down his
own boxers and slowly began to jerk himself off. Cas quickly lost control and
thrust rapidly into Dean's eager mouth.
"C...Close...fuck" he moaned a warning. Dean only fisted his cock faster in
response. He moaned around the angel's cock as he came onto his hand. Cas came
at the same time, shooting his down his lover’s throat.  The hunter pulled off
and swallowed. "I love you Dean" Cas smirked. "I know" Dean winked.
With that, a flutter of wings Cas disappeared.
Chapter End Notes
     Link to the post ( http://two-men-one-angel.tumblr.com/post/
     66123553265/cuddleswithhiddles-loki-is-my-god-now )
***** Teen!au Destiel *****
Chapter Summary
     A cliche little AU for you lovlies
     "“Give that back” he giggled chasing after Dean; Cas caught up to him
     once he’d reached Cas’ bedroom. Holding the controller above his head
     in an effort to keep Cas away from it, Dean grinned. Cas grinned
     wickedly at him, before pouncing. They both tumbled to the springy
     bed.
     “Ugh get the fuck off me, prick” Dean whinged but Cas ignored him and
     just sat on his stomach reaching above him so he could grab the
     controller. Dean wriggled to get away. So Cas straddled his hips to
     hold him still. He stopped struggling and froze, eyes as wide as
     saucers."
Just a little cliché AU for you guys :D (It was a fic I wrote for a guy at
school but it was a shame to waste it)
Note: Cas and Dean are around 16 (I'm from the UK so it’s legal don’t kill me)
Dean was at Cas’ house. They had spent the whole day playing video games. Cas
was winning by miles, effectively pissing Dean off.
“OI” Cas yelped as Dean yanked the controller out of his hands.
“Give that back” he giggled chasing after Dean; Cas caught up to him once he’d
reached Cas’ bedroom. Holding the controller above his head in an effort to
keep Cas away from it, Dean grinned. Cas grinned wickedly at him, before
pouncing. They both tumbled to the springy bed.
“Ugh get the fuck off me, prick” Dean whinged but Cas ignored him and just sat
on his stomach reaching above him so he could grab the controller. Dean
wriggled to get away. So Cas straddled his hips to hold him still. He stopped
struggling and froze, eyes as wide as saucers.
“Cas, no, please get off me” his voice was almost panicked; Cas thought that he
had maybe really hurt him until he realised why he wanted him off him. “Dean…”
Cas’s voice was a little higher than usual. There was a slight bulge in his
trousers, that was pressing into Cas’thigh…Wait had he…Had he turned him on?
Dean searched the other boy’s eyes imploring silently, begging him to not take
the piss. “You…You’re?” He nodded, blushing and looking away. Then suddenly as
if realising he was pinning Dean’s wrists down, he let go hurriedly. But,
neither of them moved.
They just stared at each other, both debating what exactly they should do next.
The tension built like a wall between them. Timidly Cas leant down until their
lips met. The kiss started sweet and tender but as the seconds ticked by things
got more heated. Cas trailed his hand under Dean's shirt silently asking him to
remove it; he did so and Cas did the same. Dean broke away before peppering
Cas’ neck with kisses, sucking a light bruise on the other boy’s collarbone
causing him to moan softly.
“Want me to help you with this?” Cas murmurs, his voice stuttering; palming
Dean’s erection through the fabric of his jeans. “Oh god, yes” Dean moaned at
Cas’ touch, his head falling back. Cas moved to kneel next to Dean; then he let
his fingers trail along the zip of Dean’s jeans. “Fucking tease” Dean breathed.
Chuckling Cas unzipped and pulled his jeans off . Dean’s breathing hitched at
the rough friction, Cas apologised, kissing Dean softly and palming him through
the white boxers he was wearing. “Tease” Dean muttered again and pushed Cas
onto the bed, moving quickly to straddle Cas, pinning his wrists together above
his head and kissing him fiercely.
“Dean” Cas moaned slightly shocked by the turn of events. Dean ground their
hips together causing delicious friction between them, smirking when Cas’ head
hit the pillow. “Fuck” Cas breathed closing his eyes as Dean continued to move
his hips, working up a rhythm. But then suddenly the weight lifted off of him
and Dean was gone. He felt his jeans and boxers being pulled down his legs
“Wha…OH” Cas squeaked when he felt the cool air hit him.
“Do you want me to?” Dean asked, his eyes unsure. Cas didn’t know what he was
agreeing too but he nodded. “Yes” He sighed smiling. Swiftly Dean took him into
his mouth sucking the head. He swirled his tongue almost expertly, the
stimulation caused Cas to buck his hips further into Dean’s mouth. “Oh s…sorry”
he stuttered, breathing heavy. “It’s fine; you can do that again if that’s what
you want.” He looked at Dean surprised. Cas used his hands to guide Dean, Going
at the speed he wanted. When he hit the back of Dean’s throat, Dean swallowed
around him; earning an extra loud moan. After a few minutes, Cas was an inch
away from climax. Cas stuttered “C…Close” Dean pulled off of him and Cas was
about to protest but the firm hand around his member shut him up. And it didn’t
take him long before he was cumming, his back arching off the bed.
“Wow” he panted; eyes closed. Dean chuckled next to him. “That was awesome” Cas
yawned sleepily. He felt Dean lie next to him before he drifted to sleep.
*****Later****
Cas woke up at what must have been around noon. And as he was still slightly
groggy from sleep, it took a moment to comprehend what hand woken him. It was
Dean’s fingers softly trailing intricate patterns over the sensitive skin of
his spine. It tickled and Cas couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh so you’re awake now?” Dean smirked as Cas turned over to face him. “Yeah”
He yawned in reply. “You’re gorgeous when you’re asleep” Dean smiled. He cupped
Cas’s jaw and moved to kiss him sweetly. Their lips moved together slowly, with
just…well, I guess you would say “with just a hint of tongue.” It was perfect.
Dean’s hand on his hip pulling him closer, the tender kisses Dean was now
peppering Cas’ neck with; he didn’t want this moment to end.
Cas could feel the hard length of Dean’s erection pressed against his thigh and
he smirked, grinding their hips together. This caused Dean’s breathing to
stutter and his grip on Cas’ waist to tighten for a moment. Gaining confidence
again Cas began to work a steady rhythm of his hips against Dean’s. “Fuck” Dean
breathed, hips twitching into the friction.
“If you wish” Cas chuckled, breaking away to look at Dean. “You sure?” Dean
asked, sincerity clear in his eyes even though his pupils were blown and his
eyes were slightly hooded. Cas nodded laying back on the bed as Dean directed
him. Dean sat up looking around the room searching for something before getting
off the bed and walking to his jeans that had been discarded on the floor
earlier. Cas looked curiously after him (totally not checking out his ass). He
watched as Dean reached into his pockets one by one until he had found what he
had been looking for. He still couldn’t see what it was until Dean held the
foil wrapper and little bottle up to him. A condom and lube. “You carry those
in your pocket?” Cas raised an eyebrow smirking. “Yeah better to be prepared
right.” Dean winked earning a roll of the eyes from Cas.
Dean knelt back on the bed, in-between Cas’ spread legs. Kissing him in a way
that would make his knees buckle if he were standing, he felt Dean’s hand move
from his waist and after a moment, Dean pressed a slick finger into him. Cas
gasped clutching at Dean’s shoulders. “Relax love” Dean murmured in Cas’ ear,
and he did as he was told. Soon Dean had two fingers in him, moving in and out,
stretching him. After the initial uncomfortable sensation to begin with, this
felt fucking amazing. Eyes shut, His head was thrown back against the soft
pillows behind him and his hips moved in time with Dean’s fingers.
But after a sinfully short time Dean pulled his fingers away, Cas almost
whimpered at the loss. when he opened his eyes he saw Dean slide the condom
over his erection. “You still sure?” he asked and Cas rolled his eyes “Yes, you
prick I’m sure” but there was no anger in his voice, Dean chuckled, kissing Cas
once and lining himself up, he lifted Cas’ slim hips up as he pushed in
agonisingly slowly. Then he began to move, rolling his hips with each thrust,
Dean withdrew almost to the tip and then pushed in a tiny bit deeper . Once he
was able to thrust in all the way, he picked up speed, still watching Cas’
reaction for any hurt.
This was even better that the mind blowing blow job he had received earlier. To
feel Dean inside of him was just…so much. With the amount of stimulation he was
receiving it didn’t take Cas long to come, his back arching, moaning his lovers
name. While he was coming down from his high he felt Dean’s thrusts become less
rhythmic. He bit down on Cas’ shoulder as he came, leaving a love bite that
would be there for ages.
“Fuck” Dean shuddered, collapsing on top of Cas, who held him. “That was the
best…you’re fucking amazing” Dean said sleepily, yawning.
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