Wincestiel – food kink

samanddeaninpanties:

Castiel’s obsession with food rivals Dean’s. He moans over peanut butter and jelly. Sighs happily over a glass of milk or a hot cup of tea. Cas-the-human is vocal every time he tastes something new.

It shouldn’t shake Sam as much as it does. The satisfied noises shouldn’t replay in his head on a loop. Cas was Dean’s, wasn’t he? That profound bond was still there. It hadn’t disappeared just because Cas wasn’t an angel anymore.

And yet…

“I think you and your chocolate chip ice cream pie need to get a room,” Sam says, averting his eyes when Castiel licks leftover chocolate syrup off his lips.

“Perhaps – if you join us,” Cas says and there’s no mistaking the suggestive tone.

“Huh?”

This time, Cas licks his own fingers, eyes on Sam as he mouths at each one. “We should grab whipped cream first. Dean insisted -”

Instead of denying his interest, Sam chokes out, “Dean knows?”

Cas gets out of his seat and moves to stand by Sam, resting a warm hand on his shoulder. “You weren’t subtle.”

YAAAASSS!!!

mayalaen: Title: Hollandaise SaucePairing(s): Dean/Castiel – DestielWord Count: 1.7kRating: PG-13/Teen/Not ExplicitTags: humor, prank wars, kissing, food kink, season 9, Men of Letters Bunker, human!CastielOriginal Post Date: September 12, 2014Link: AO3 Summary: Fill for an Anonymous Prompt.  Sam gets Castiel involved in his and Dean’s on going prank war, convincing Castiel to tell Dean that he …

Written for @spnpolybingo​​​​​ Title: Strawberry JamPairing(s): Dean/Castiel/AaronWord Count: 2309Rating: NC-17/Explicit/AdultTags: poly/group, asexual!Castiel, aromantic!Dean, foodplay, jam used as lube, kissing, anal sex, oral sex, rimming, mild D/s, voyeurism, voyeur!Castiel, exhibitionism@spnpolybingo​​ Square: Aaron Castiel Dean AO3 Link – Strawberry Jam – “C’mere,” Aaron says, and Cas happily slides over on the couch, snuggling up to Aaron. There’s …

mayalaen: Pairing(s): Jensen/Misha – CocklesTags: rps, slash, drugs, foodplay, first time, sensual sexLink: spnkinkmeme Prompt: Misha has an open door policy for his friends, which has lead to Jensen walking in on some interesting moments, but this one takes the cake. Misha had been brainstorming for GISHWHES and decided his creative juices needed a little …

bloodandcream:

Title: Melon Fucker and the Peanut Butter Bandit

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1,941

Notes: for a certain special melonfucker who’s birthday is today @stardustandfreckles  (although I have no idea if you are behind or ahead of me in time zones) Warnings for graphic descriptions of the defilement of a muskmelon.

“Hi. My uh, my name is Dean Winchester.”

“Hi, Dean,” Castiel droned with the other twenty or so adults – mostly male – who were assembled on creaking folding chairs in the musty basement of a squat brick church.

“So it’s been… about four years since I started…”

Squinting and leaning forward, Castiel found himself wishing that he’d sat closer to the front row. He’d never seen someone so handsome at one of these meetings, and was intensely curious what in particular had brought Dean here.

“… and it’s getting pretty bad. I’m having a hard time holding down relationships…”

Under the too bright white of fluorescent lights, the freckles across Dean’s cheeks popped out from the blush that was intensifying.

“… not that I’ve ever really been good at holding down relationships, you know, but uh, my last girlfriend, Lisa, she caught me, she caught me in the kitchen…”

Dean coughed into his hand, scuffed his worn work boots against the linoleum floor and clutched at the edge of the wobbly wooden podium. He looked down, took a deep breath, screwed his eyes shut, then looked up to the ceiling. Castiel found himself on edge, waiting for when Dean would finally get over his pussyfooting and tell the group why he was there.

Fidgeting, Castiel tugged at the frayed hem of the hole in the knee of his jeans. Black-booted foot tapping the floor, he flicked his tongue against the labret in his lower lip and waited.

“It’s ok Dean,” Garth, the group leader, stated gently, “Safe space here, remember. You can talk to us about anything, this is a judgement free zone.”

Swiping a hand down his face, Dean blew out a deep breath and leaned into the microphone.

“I really love fucking melons and I can’t have sex anymore without thinking about melons and Lisa caught me with a cantaloupe in the kitchen.”

Castiel’s breath caught in his throat, a tingly feeling oozing all warm in his stomach.

Dean was perfect.

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This is amazing and wonderful and I love it! AND CAS HAS A PA!!!!!!!!

And I’m just going to drop these links here and tell you I’ve got a “fruit” tag in my porn bookmarks 😀 (spoiler: they’re ALL melon-fucking p0rn links)

I’m going to go gush more on AO3.