Kinky Monday

[sansdatelimite]

So, I’m in one of those moods again so it’s time for another Kinky Monday (stolen shamelessly from tiptoe39).

No real rules. If I can't/won't write something, I'll just tell you. There may or may not be any sort of context. There will be porn. You'll get at least 100 words out of me.

If you want to leave more than one prompt, knock yourself out. I just

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I blame my love of egg!fic on you and Hayley.

[sansdatelimite]

For a long moment, Castiel is silent. His eyes slip shut and his lips part and he makes a soft, pleased sound. His thighs are trembling from the effort of fucking himself on Dean’s cock, sliding up and down the length of it easily, and he grunts softly every time Dean is buried completely inside of him. “We could try again, in a few months.”

The words are casual enough, but Dean knows Castiel well enough to know that Castiel doesn’t want to have to wait a few months to try again. As much as Dean has been complaining about the constant sex and not being given a moment of peace, Dean kind of hopes this works, too, because he never thought that he’d actually get the chance to have his own kid, especially after the whole falling in love with a male Angel of the Lord thing.

“Guess we’ll just have to keep trying,” Dean decides after a moment. Castiel smiles at him, but doesn’t open his eyes because he’s concentrating so intensely, and it turns Dean on to think that Castiel needs to focus that much on making sure Dean gets off and comes in him. It’s kind of ridiculous, but Dean can’t pinpoint exactly why. “So these babies - “

“Fledglings,” Castiel corrects.

“- fledglings,” Dean amends. “How many are we looking at? ‘Cause - ah - Gabriel said it’d be more than one, more than likely.”

“Mhm,” Castiel hums. He drops to his elbows, lips seeking out any available inch of Dean’s skin to press openmouthed kisses against, and he doesn’t slow the rocking of his hips down any. In the last four days Castiel has had time to practice the fluidity of his movements, has perfected all the little motions with his hands and mouth and ass to draw an orgasm out of Dean easily and quickly. “The usual nest size is five or six eggs,” Castiel murmurs into Dean’s ear, before his tongue flicks out to trace the shell. “Though they have been known to be smaller or larger.”

“Five to six - ?” Dean curls his fingers into Castiel’s hips, torn between stopping him and tugging him down for sharper thrusts because on one hand, Castiel feels awesome and on the other, Dean definitely did not sign up to have that many fledglings. “Fuck, Cas,” Dean groans, letting his head thump back against his pillow. “How the Hell are you going to even give birth or lay them or whatever?”

“Very carefully,” Castiel replies wryly and Dean doesn’t know whether to be amused or terrified.

Re: I blame my love of egg!fic on you and Hayley.

[pandionpandeus]

HEEEEE~!

Oh, goodness, I love this. <3<3<3

The whole things just kind of makes me incredibly happy, especially that very last bit. *loopy grin*

I love you, bb~ <3<3<3