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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, F/F
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester/Castiel/Benny/Victor/Aaron/Cain, Dean/
      Castiel, Castiel/Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Cain/Castiel_
      (Supernatural), Castiel/Meg_Masters, Aaron_Bass/Dean_Winchester, Michael/
      Adam_Milligan/Samandriel, Charlie/Charlie
  Additional Tags:
      Gangbang, Bottom_Dean, Top_Sam, Top_Dean, Bottom_Castiel, Top_Castiel,
      Belly_Kink, Bulges, Comeplay, Felching, Double_Penetration, Cockslut
      Dean, Twink_Castiel, Size_Kink, BDSM, Blasphemy, Underage_Sex, Catholic
      School, Catholic_Guilt
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-26 Updated: 2015-09-15 Chapters: 9/? Words: 2664
****** Random Tumblr Porn ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     Smut I wrote on tumblr :) saltandbyrne.tumblr.com
***** Dean/Castiel, underage, twink Cas, belly bulge, gaping *****
As much as he loves seeing Cas’ pretty little face when they fuck there’s some
animal part of Dean that needs to see that perfect little stomach ruined.
 Every inch of Cas is so smooth and goddamn tight, his mouth and his ass, the
bitten red little nipples that stand out on his chest as he arches back.  Cas
doesn’t look like he should know what curse words are, let alone like he should
sink down onto Dean’s cock until it’s so deep in Cas’ guts that he can fucking
see it.
Dean brushes his hand over the bulge and grits his teeth, adrenaline and the
tight clench of Cas’ fuck forced hole gripping him.  Cas is straining for it,
mouth open and his head hanging back in the crook of Dean’s collarbone as he
seats himself to the base.  The fat outline of Dean’s cock pushes against pale
skin and Dean has to bite his lip or he’s gonna blow his load way too soon.
“Do it again for me, baby.”
They’re so close Cas’ breath steams the mirror as he leans forward, cheeks
flushed, eyes wide and barely focused.  Fuck, Cas doesn’t even have a driver’s
license but he makes the filthiest, cockslut groan as he eases forward and
draws up on Dean’s dick.  Slick inch by inch he bucks forward, pulling tight
until Dean’s cock pops free with a nasty sound and a steady shine of lube
spilling out after it.  Cas’ lips part, licked-wet and shaking in the mirror.
 God, Dean doesn’t even know which part of him to look at, two holes gaping
pink and slick for Dean at either end.  
“Dean,” Castiel whines, his hole flexing as he throws a look over his shoulder
and yeah, Dean knows what he needs.  He pulls Cas back, big hands covering
Cas’s hips as he sinks back into that sweet, fuck tight little hole.  Cas lolls
himself back, his eyes fixed on the steady push of Dean’s cock as he grunts his
way down again.
Cas likes to watch even more than Dean does.
***** Wincestiel, felching *****
Sam’s always been in such awe of Dean, you know?  It’s hero worship and fucked
up family stuff and let’s face it, Dean himself with that goddamn face.  Seeing
his perfect, cock rock brother spread his legs and get fucked bare, Christ, it
just crosses all the wires in his brain. Watching Dean take Cas’ cock in his
ass and moan, beg for it, stretch himself out and fuck back onto it until the
bed shakes gets Sam’s dick drooling hard like nothing else.
And as good as it is to watch Cas plow into him, all the strength the good Lord
gave him focused on tearing Dean apart, Sam’s favorite, cock jerk part is when
Cas pulls out.  
He loves seeing Dean ruined.
It’s better than sucking Dean off, better than the tears that streak his cheeks
when Cas face fucks him star-eyed, better than both of them painting his face
and smiling when he scoops it back into his mouth with greedy fingers, better
than taking them both in his mouth and gagging on come when Cas cheats and
comes at exactly the same time Dean does.
There’s nothing better than laying flat on his back while Dean’s hovers over
his face, come dripping from his hole to dot Sam’s chin and make him buck up
for it.  There’s nothing better than the shameless, wet sucks of his mouth when
Dean finally, finally cants back onto Sam’s face and feeds Cas right back to
him, muscles flexing around Sam’s ear as he pushes every drop of it out.
***** Dean/Castiel, underage, size difference *****
It’s so fucked but Dean’s favorite thing is how dirty it makes him feel.  Cas
didn’t even know what rimming WAS when Dean picked him up, and now Cas bends
over and spreads his cheeks for Dean’s tongue every chance he can get.  And Cas
has a hole that Dean wants to take to church - tight and pink and so fucking
smooth.  
Cas is so small Dean can pick him up and his favorite fucking thing is looking
in the mirror and seeing his hard cock nudge up against that perky little ass
because it always looks like there’s no way it’s gonna fit.  But Cas can
fucking take it, with that willful grimace on his face and those soft,
determined grunts as he pushes himself open.  
***** Gangbang, Dean/Sam/Cas/Benny/Victor/Cain/Aaron *****
Sam is his baseline for cocks in his ass, always has been.  Long and thick and
he can keep a fucking hardon for-fucking-ever.  He’s strong enough to take Dean
straddled on top of him while Cas backs him up, strong enough to hold still
while Cas slips in beside him.  The best thing about DP is that he couldn’t set
the pace if he tried, he just has to let Cas snap into him with that maddening,
fuck-machine efficiency of his, his soft growls and his hand clenching Dean’s
jaw open.
It’s not just Sam and Cas doing double duty.  Benny’s got a cock you can taste
just thinking about it, and he always whispers the nastiest shit in Dean’s ear
with honey-drip accent of his.  When he takes Dean’s mouth he’s slow and
steady, likes the soft choke when he holds Dean down.
Victor likes to muscle in, cocky confidence and rough tugs on Dean’s hair when
he hip-checks Benny and slides in next to him.  He likes it wet, when Dean
moans foamy around the stretch of their cocks and tears squeeze out of his
eyes.
Cain likes to hover over him, bear muscle menace with that big daddy cock and
that smirk on his face.  He spits in Dean’s hand for him before he lets Dean
start jacking him.  He slicks his own fingers in the lube-fucked mess of Dean’s
ass and tugs, smiling when Dean grunts filthy around Benny and Victor.
Aaron’s the sweet one, blood-shot eyes half lidded as he fucks into Dean’s hand
and pays the favor back with his mouth on Dean’s aching cock.  
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael/Adam/Samandriel, twink and bears
Unf unf fucking unf, yes, this is the kind of thing I would probably write as a
background pairing in like a Destiel fic but my God does this deserve fleshing
out.  
Little twink Alfie!!!!!  And Michael and Adam, the couple that even jaded pervs
Dean and Castiel are a little bit afraid of.  Adam’s got those sleepy bedroom
eyes that just look like sin and Michael looks like the kind of guy who’ll kick
you in the nuts as fast as he’ll kiss you stupid.  So of course they set their
sights on actual baby deer Alfie, all 125 pounds of him soaking wet.  He
blushes like he’s never seen a dick before but they all know Alfie’s the one
who trotted his sweet little ass into a leather bar looking for trouble.  Alfie
acts all bashful and shy as they peel his clothes off and pry his mouth open
for each other’s cocks but no amount of squirming can hide how hard his little
dick is.  He makes the cutest fucking faces, with his brow all scrunched up as
he tries to suck them both off at the same time, or the way he pouts with
frustration when Adam holds his hands behind his back and tells him he’s coming
on a cock or he’s not coming at all.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Meg/Castiel, blasphemy, underage, BDSM
Megstiel, blasphemy, underage, BDSM
/wraps an arm around you.
Oh honey I am SO INTO IT.  While blasphemy doesn’t really hit any buttons for
me normally (secular lefty parents, I missed out on all that good religious
guilt) the idea of guilty religious Cas just ruins me.  Whether he’s a priest
and Meg tempts him away from every single one of his vows, where it feels like
abandoning his celibacy is the least of his sins because the things she does to
him are obscene, or he’s just faithful and tortured and so hung up about sex
but he can’t say no to Meg, God, I just want ALL of the guilt-ridden Cas.
And because I like my special hell extra-crispy, can we talk about catholic
school girl Meg and priest Cas?! How she lives to torture him, to bend over
when it’s just them in the classroom and flash her panties, how she sits in the
front of the class and spreads her legs under her desk so only Father Castiel
can see her touching herself while he stutters his way through catechism.  She
waits until he’s in the confessional and then she spins him the filthiest
secrets she can dream up just to hear the hot huffs of his breath as he gives
in and puts a hand on himself.  They fuck in the old storage room next to the
gym and he comes inside her with his face pressed against a trash-heap statue
of St. Sebastian.
WAIT WAIT WAIT AND and and priest Cas who visits pro-dom Meg once a month,
whenever he can’t stand the itch under his skin, who tells himself none of it
counts because they don’t really have sex, not in any way he was ever taught to
understand it.  She beats him raw and fucks him rawer, until he feels like
every inch of his body is quivering pink like the pussy she taunts him with
when she gets herself off, boot pressed into his balls and the slick black of
her latex nun’s habit letting loose a few of her luscious curls.  She’s
beautiful and vicious, one of the lions men like him used to get fed to and he
adores her almost as much as he hates himself.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Good Charlie/Dark Charlie, BDSM
Charliecest, BDSM
Ugh, yes, every statement in here is true.  
I relate to Charlie on so many levels - ginger, queer, nerd, awkward, the list
goes on.  I’m also completely convinced that Charlie is kinky as fuck.  You
don’t grow up reading comic books and not come out a little scarred!  
You know baby queer Charlie was obsessed with anything involving women being
tied up and it fucked with her so much, how turned on she got seeing her
favorite characters rendered powerless like that.  Because she’s a feminist and
she believes in empowerment and women existing outside the male gaze!  But God
it always got her so wet to imagine Kitty Pryde lashed to a chair and begging
for help.  She’s never cosplayed Emma Frost because she’s still embarrassed by
the fact that her go-to spank bank withdrawal is imagining herself in that
outfit just wreaking havoc on a sea of begging pussy at the Hellfire club.
And Charlie knows BDSM.  Kinky people are the nerdiest people on earth and
Charlie immediately felt at home the first time she watched two grown men argue
with each other about the precise composition of someone’s home-woven bondage
rope.  She knows her knots and her hitches and every tired argument about “you
shouldn’t really call it shibari, kinbaku is the far more accurate blah blah
blah”.  She likes playing in public, likes the social atmosphere and the chance
to show off her work.  She’s got no lack of willing partners, everyone knows
picking up rope bunnies at a con is like shooting scantily-clad fish in a
barrel.  
She’s always so, so mindful of being a good top, too.  She probably over-
communicates and tends to hound her partners about their aftercare needs, even
if Gilda really, she promises, seriously, Charlie, only needs a candy bar and a
quick cuddle.  That guilt is still in her, despite all the intellectual debates
and subreddit disasters she’s been through.  She knows she holds herself back.
 It’s scary to think about how much she’d like it.
Then she splits.
Good Charlie’s first thought is how fucking sexy Dark Charlie is.  The way Dark
Charlie just boxes her in against the wall, knee spreading her legs and her
lips (who knew she looked so good in a dark plum shade?) curling up.
“We’re gonna have some fun.”
Dark Charlie doesn’t hold back anything.  Dark Charlie pulls her hair so hard
she goes teary eyed.  Dark Charlie calls her a whore while they’ve still got
their clothes on.  Dark Charlie likes to choke her out until they’re both weak
in the knees and wet between their legs and when Dark Charlie slides a hand
down to touch herself Good Charlie shudders right through it.  
She’s not in any rush to put herself back together.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Cain/Castiel, BDSM
Cain/Castiel, BDSM
OMG bb I fell asleep before I got this last night.  Plus side I’ve been
daydreaming about it all day :)
We share a headcanon when it comes to top Cain, for real.  I feel like Cain is
a really old-guard leather daddy, the sort of guy who’s a legend in his local
scene.  Half the doms are terrified of him, forget the newby subs who tramp in
with their half-cocked notions of speaking without being spoken to or using
their own names.  Cain doesn’t have time for any of that new school bullshit.
 But then Cas comes along, beautiful and so bravely vulnerable, the sort of boy
who’ll just rip his chest open for you and Cain knows he can make something out
of him.
Cas loves order and obedience comes as easy to him as breathing.  Sometimes his
empathy can be crippling and just exhausting but when he’s with Cain,
anticipating his every need, keyed in to his every gesture, Cas can finally be
at peace.
And Cain is such a show-off.  He loves the envious stares when he leads Cas in
on his leash, when he spanks that little twink ass of his cherry red and Cas
thanks him for it.  He loves seeing that ass up in the air when Cas crawls to
his feet, stuffed with the pretty little plug and cockring combo Cain bought
him.  (I’m_totally_picturing_this_one).  Cain values the old traditions and he
gets Cas his own boot black kit so he can watch Cas kneel and shine his boots
like they’re going back behind a glass case at the Met.  
Cain loves shaving his boy, with a boar bristle brush and a straight razor so
sharp he can hear it sing.  Cas doesn’t even twitch when Cain presses the flat
of the blade against his hole, just spreads himself wider so Cain can drag it
over the barely-there stubble starting to grow in.  Only real men get to have
hair down there.
And God, Cas’ mouth was made to warm a cock.  Cain can pass hours with some
good conversation, four fingers of bourbon, and Cas moaning wet around his
dick.  He doesn’t get hard unless Cas does something to earn it.  Whenever
someone compliments him on how well-trained Cas is, Cain just hauls him up by
the hair, grinning tightly at Cas’ quivering, spit-wet lips and his wide eyes
and the way he sighs when Cain mutters, “Yeah, the boy ain’t so bad.”
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean/Aaron, BDSM, marijuana
Dean/Aaron, drugs, BDSM
I never understood why fandom didn’t run with Aaron more - like, it’s white
dick, fandom, this is your wheelhouse, no?
First of all, he’s a stoner, with all the wonderful, giggly, happy Dean fucking
that entails.  Aaron doesn’t ask him hard questions or get all weird when he
needs to leave, he just goes to town on Dean’s dick while he’s burning a spliff
and he always has like 5 kinds of cereal in his house.
Also Aaron is such a bear cub, like I will never understand why every leather
bar/bear/BDSM fic doesn’t have him as a background character.  Like maybe Dean
sees him at bear night and Dean wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for, maybe
a big daddy bear, maybe some little otter twink to split open on his dick and
then this fucknuts adorable little cub face just stumbles in all wide-eyed and
smiling and Dean just puts his arm around him and tells Aaron he’ll break him
in real slow if Aaron asks him nice.
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