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octo!cas curling his tentacles around dean’s wrists and ankles and holding him down before gently rubbing a tentacle up and down dean’s hole, watching as he moans and writhes and tries to fuck himself down onto it.
and dean is just begging for it. until finally cas just slides it in, splitting him open and he fucks him until dean comes untouched all over his tummy.
and then cas uses another tentacle to clean up the mess, but he brings it to his mouth so he can taste dean’s release.
E is for Electrostimulation…
Electrostimulation: or (e-stim) is a practice involving the application of electrical stimulation to the nerves of the body. Erotic e-stim is the use of electrostimulation in an erotic or sexual manner (usually focused on the genitals) in comparison to the more painful applications of it that can be applied through BDSM play. The general rule for electrostimulation is ‘only below the waist’.
Warning: Electrostimulation, when misused, can cause:
-Tissue damage and mild to severe burns (from a lack of lubrication or bad contact between electrode and skin)
-Cardiac arrest i.e. (interference with normal heart function, potentially death).
Do not place the electrical contacts in a way that current passes through the chest, use improper or ‘home made’ electrodes or purchase from untrustworthy, unprofessional sources.
Always research the hazards, limitations, and techniques of electrostimulation and the devices used.
Dean’s very excited because his long-time boyfriend and Dom has been planning this scene for weeks. It’s always been something he’s wanted to try, but never felt comfortable (safe) with any of his other doms or playmates until he met the love of his life; Castiel.
But it’s finally happening, finally. Everything’s prepped and ready, they’ve both done the research (as much as Dean hates research) planned out the scene to a T (which normally Dean would feel takes a bit of the spontaneity out of it, but for their first time Cas insists on not having any surprises) and now Dean is lying on the bed, pretty purple panties pulled down around his ankles, a little bit like a bind.
Cas was leaning over him, busy attaching the two electro pads to Dean’s cock, one just under his swollen head, the other close to his base. Cas had already checked all of the electro-pads and toys for exposed wires, but he re-checked them again. Once satisfied they were safe he made sure to fit them closely to Dean’s shaft.
Dean moaned with the attention being paid to his cock, though it was more mechanical than sexual.
They’d tossed up the idea of attaching a pair of pads to Dean’s balls, but Castiel had taken Dean by the chin and tilted him up into a kiss, licking into his mouth only to say “we have all the time in the world to try everything, Dean” in a low thunderous purr and well, who was Dean to argue with that kind of logic? A part of him wanted to savour it anyway, not have it all experienced in one sitting.
He was already filled up. The black dildo between his cheeks had two long black wires falling across the mattress, hooked up to the power box by the foot of the bed. Dean was lubed up liberally, for one to help ease the insertion of the dildo, for the other to improve the conductivity. The same treatment had been given to the rest of Dean’s skin.
With his cock smothered in KY, and with wires and pads attached all over his thighs and crotch at all the sensitive points, Dean stared up at Cas naked above him, drawing in a shaky breath when Cas smoothed his hands and the gel over his inner thigh, fitting the last of the electrodes, and leads in place. Cas knew the details, and though he’d spent quite a bit of time explaining it to Dean, all Dean could see from his vantage point was a series of paired wires that everything below his waist was jacked into.
Nothing was turned on yet, but Dean still felt- with every shift of his hips, nudging the still dildo inside of him- as though his skin was tingling. It’s tapered tip dug directly into his prostate, causing a consistent thrumming sensation throughout Dean’s muscles, like fuzzy TV reception.
Cas seemed pretty content with taking his time to get Dean prepared.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
It was a direct question, so Dean was allowed to answer. “G-good. Cas- I want-”
He closed his mouth with a small sound when Cas raised an eyebrow. After a moment of Dean’s silence, Castiel gave a forgiving nod. Brandishing the black e-stim box, he ran the tip of one finger along one of the dials.
The promise of something that could deliver the electrical current into him had Dean licking his lips. Cas picked up Dean’s dick and gave it a couple of gentle strokes. “Your safe word?”
Castiel lowered his eyes so his lashed brushed against the tops of his cheeks. He pressed a kiss to the head of Dean’s cock tonguing the slit, smearing his lips in pre-come. He didn’t bother to lick it off instead left his mouth looking glossy. Dean’s next breath was a shudder. “Your colour?” he asked.
Castiel nodded. He picked up the power box, eyes intent on Dean.
Dean didn’t realise he was nodding, his breaths a little trembly, shallow- he was excited, but nerves were licking at the tips of his fingers, skating up and down his spine.
“You ready?” Fingers over the power dial, thumb pressing over the switch.
Another question. “Yes.”
Cas turned the dial, flicking the switch with his other hand.
Buzzing. A little sharper than the vibration of a vibrator, a keener edge to it even with the power set low, buzzing through his legs and ass, settling a little firmer in his groin.
A soft sound of pleasure blew through Dean’s lips and then Cas started to play with the dials. Dean sucked in a breath like a gasp as the electrodes on the inside of his thighs grew in intensity. Castiel adjusted the other dials, teasing him, but when a particularly sharp shot fired around his cock, feeling almost like hands but something more alive, Dean’s knees sunk together, pulling the legs of his panties around his ankles to the point of worrying stretch.
“Feel good?“ Cas asked, his own voice a little rough.
Dean moaned. His cock jerked, dribbling filth onto Dean’s stomach.
An increase in the current, in Dean’s ass, on his skin around his cock. Dean squirmed his movements restricted by the wires, his panties and the electricity running through his veins, seizing him up.
“F-fuck!” Dean cried out. A series of grunts and moans escaping him. The buzzing was verging on painful and it was delicious, thrilling, it fired Dean up from the inside, causing him to bite back a scream and thrash about. The current on his prostate, doubled with the press of the dildo there when Cas reached down and gave him a few insistent thrusts. It was like there was a real cock inside him, but an electric cock. And hands covered in a thousand needles working his cock.
Distantly he was aware of how little control he had, his body convulsing, his cock jerking about as his muscles felt like they were falling apart. There was no use trying to last, the overwhelming sensation too much, there was a tightness forming in his balls, in his stomach. And when Cas put one hand on Dean’s stomach (in an attempt to keep him still as any more thrashing and he’d pull out the wires as much as it was a desire to touch him) and cranked up the power with his other hand just a smidgen more-
With the jerking of Dean’s cock, pulsing with electricity, come spurted out of him spectacularly, arching up wide into the air raining down on Dean’s chest and stomach, a great thick dollop splattered onto his chin, falling down the curve of his neck as Dean tilted his head back and screamed.
Dean swore that he blacked out, but he still felt everything. Cas’ hand smoothing down over him, using Dean’s own come to slick his hand and bring himself off.
Tingling, tingling tingling. Dean felt the power still running through him gentle but god, Dean felt raw. Dean was still twitching, his cock, his arms, the thick vein in his neck in time to the frantic pulsing of his heart.
“Wow,” Dean managed, every part of him prickling. “Fuck.”
Cas looked down on him, his expression ravenous, eyes so dark split down to the pupil that he looked almost demonic, the sight of it made everything in Dean flush. “Did you enjoy that boy?” he asked crawling up over Dean.
Dean made a move to wrap his arms around Cas’ neck, and when he couldn’t, made a needy sound in the back of his throat until his dominant got the message and brought their lips together.
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Tagged: LARPing, Humor, Fluff, Awkward Flirting, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Dean/Cas Secret Santa 2015, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Season/Series 10, Charlie Bradbury Ships It, Betaed, Prompt Fic
A thousand lives lived as one, Dean summarizes, not realizing that he’s staring at the seraph. And he’s chosen to spend a weekend nerding out with our sad asses.
Secret weapons, mead, longbows, tents and elves: it must be Moondoor’s first weekend of the year and Team Free Will is invited. Charlie sees it as the perfect opportunity to dish out a side of romance while her kingdom faces off against the Shadow Orcs.
It’s all for the plot, of course.
The sun hangs lazily in the sky, the heat almost too much, but there’s a cool breeze coming off of Lake Michigan. Air moving pleasantly over the main Moondoor campsite site—where the Queen’s host is stationed—it feels to Dean like this long weekend is maybe just what they all needed. Charlie had said summer is for LARPing and standing here among the excited players, a sense of adventure and anticipation buzzing through them all, Dean can understand why. It just feels right to be there while the weather is this good—to head out to play and pretend. To just get away from their problems and themselves for awhile.
Even Dean is buzzing. In five minutes, the Queen of Moons will announce that he, Sam and Castiel are her new honor guard and what this weekend’s game will be about. Dean is waiting outside the honor guards’ tent, all reds and silvers, set beside the queen’s, as Sam and Cas finish getting their costumes on.
Chainmail rests against Dean’s chest, shoulders and back, the little metal links clinking whenever he shifts his stance. The reddish tunic he wears has the queen’s crest just over his heart, all moon and stars—underneath is a creamy long sleeved vest, with the sleeves partly covered by leather bracers. On his legs is a pair of suede pants in brown and on his feet a pair of coffee colored leather boots, strapped all the way up his calves. A LARP sword hangs from his left hip, dangling from a belt, its length suitable for single hand use or hand and-a-half; the crossguard elaborately detailed for what amounts to little more than a toy if Dean were to compare it to the swords in their armory back in the Bunker. And finally, upon Dean’s left forearm rests a bronze colored, circular buckler.
Movement inside the guards’ tent draws Dean’s attention and he turns to see Sam and Cas finally emerge. The two of them are similarly dressed to Dean in terms of colors and armor types, though Sam has on a surcoat instead of a tunic, because of his tall frame. Both had refused to tell Dean what weapons they would be using, but he now sees that Castiel has gone for a longbow and a full quiver, plus backup dagger; Sam has picked up a huge halberd and a shortsword. The blades are suspended by their hips. We are going to kick ass.
“Looking good, guys,” Dean smirks, but his eyes wander over Castiel a touch more than they usually would, it being so strange to see the seraph out of his trenchcoat while outside.
“Any sign of our queen?” Sam asks, looking to Charlie’s colorful pavilion.
“No, she said she’d call when she was ready.” Dean gives Cas a small smile.
“Am I correct in assuming that we are meant to have character names when we are playing LARP?” Cas runs his fingers along his longbow’s grip and Dean can’t help watching the movement, eyes fascinated by the long elegance of Castiel’s fingers.
Dean wonders how he could have never noticed their elegance before and then shakes his head, looking to Charlie’s tent instead. He swallows, nervously and comes back to himself.
“Right, yes, character names. Sam?”
“You can call me, uh, Alard of Burnswick.”
Dean nods approvingly. “Awesome, what about you, Cas?”
“I was thinking perhaps that I may be called Bero of Harrow.” Castiel licks his lips—and why can’t I stop watching this? “What about you, Dean?”
Shaking his head again, Dean tries to bring his thoughts together. “You can call me Elias of Burnswick… I figured, y’know, if you don’t mind, Sam, that we could still both be brothers?”
Cas shifts just as Dean’s eyes had somehow wandered down the length of the seraph and Dean isn’t quite use to seeing the seraph out of his usual attire. The suede pants are hugging Cas’s legs in a more flattering manner than his dress slacks ever do.
“Sounds good… hey, are you okay?” Sam stakes a step closer to Dean. Dean’s breathing is shallow and he’s feeling warmer than he did five minutes ago.
Taking a deep breath, Dean looks away from Cas and glares at Sam. “I’m fine… Alard. Now, shall we go and check on our queen?”
Before Sam can reply, Castiel stalks past the two of them and stands to the entrance of Charlie’s pavilion..
“My queen, are you ready to greet your subjects?” Cas calls, voice sure and commanding, drawing a pang from Dean that the older Winchester doesn’t want to acknowledge.
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On the rare occasions that he’d let himself think about it, Dean had always privately figured he’d the one doing the fucking, should the situation ever occur. Because he’s Dean fucking Winchester; it’s not like he’d be the one who –
He didn’t let himself think about it very much.
But that was before Castiel, before he met the angel reverberating with the powers of Heaven, before seven-odd years of watching Cas go from puppy-dog innocence to warrior of God, and trying to ignore the things that did to his dick.
And even he wasn’t deep enough into denial to pretend that he hadn’t jerked off once or twice or a dozen times to the memory of Cas shoving him against that alley wall, growling into his ear.
But even still, even after Cas had finally pushed him against the driver’s side door of the Impala and kissed him senseless, after they had all gotten back to the bunker, safe and together and themselves, Dean had assumed that if they ever – that if Cas really –
He still didn’t let himself think about it very much.
But after weeks of brief touches and stolen kisses – after Sam finally yelling will you two just fuck already before storming out of the library – when they finally end up locked in Dean’s bedroom, to Dean’s shock, it’s he who’s spread out naked on the bed, with Cas’ long fingers stroking between his legs.
“Cas,” he gasps, fingers twisting in the sweaty sheets, “Cas, I – I don’t –”
“Shh,” Cas murmurs. "Let me take care of you.“ He pushes his fingers further, then pauses, uncertain. "I – is this okay?”
Dean opens his mouth to inform the angel that no, this is not how this is going down, but then Cas’ fingertip rubs over his rim, sending sparks up his spine.
“Shit,” he croaks. "I – I don’t know…"
“I do,” Cas reminds him. "I know you, inside and out. But I will never do anything without your permission.“
“I,” Dean says again, closing his eyes. "I – y-yeah. Go for it.“
Dean cracks his eyes wide enough to glare at Cas. "Not if you keep askin’ me. Just – just do it.“