My bad boy - W1nchester

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Castiel smirked to himself as he left Naomi standing there gobsmacked. She didn't much like the fact that the Angel was now with Dean, in a legitimate relationship. But Castiel didn't give a fuck really. He'd rather lose his grace than not be with Dean Winchester. He left the scene and zapped back to the motel where he'd left Dean sleeping. He figured it was time for the man to get up, after all, it was going up to the afternoon hours.

The Angel moved to him and nibbled his ear lobe gently. "Dean, I'm home." he whispered into his ear, voice husk. "You had better get your ass out of bed for Daddy." he added, knowing Dean had a Daddy kink and Castiel liked to use that to his advantage. Maybe he'd wake Dean up, and leave him hard as punishment for over sleeping. Either that or he could tear his ass up with his 'Daddy belt' as he liked to refer to it.

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"I'm bored." Lucifer sighed, staring out of the window of the house he shared with the Archangel Michael. He'd been bound to his human vessel for some time now, his powers limited but he could still set things on fire...just for fun and because he knew it really got on Michael's nerves. Luci loved annoying Michael, even if it did get him over the Angel's knee more often than not.

Michael was away in heaven doing something stupid, and Lucifer had got himself grounded, which meant he couldn't leave the house. He tutted and looked around, wondering what he could do to entertain himself. Eventually he decided to snap his fingers and burn down the house they were currently living in. For two reasons.

One, for attention. And two, he could be outside despite being grounded.

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Dean hummed as he was pleasantly woken up by Castiel nibbling on his ear. That made Dean shudder a bit as he got conscious. He looked over his naked shoulder to the angel, eyes tired, and he breathed out slowly through his nose. He rolled over off his side onto his back, blanket coming loose and showing more of Dean's exposed chests, and one of his bare legs. He smiled lazily up at Castiel. "Or what?" He then asked him, mentally preparing himself for what may come for that dangerous question.

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Michael was off doing "stupid older archangel stuff" as Lucifer referred to it as. He often liked being away from his youngest brother, simply because Lucifer was a giant brat and Michael needed to breathe sometimes. So he had chosen a menial task to occupy himself while Lucifer was grounded at home. He figured his little brother could have contained himself.

He was wrong.

By the time one of his goons told him what Lucifer had done, the house couldn't be salvaged. Michael appeared next to his little brother, a firm hand on his human form.

"Explain." He said, voice hard and cold as usual.

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Castiel rose a brow at Dean's answer and looked down at his lover, wondering which he should go for out of the two options, well why not both? Castiel's hands went to the buckle on his belt and he slid it off with that tell tale whooshing noise, so Dean could hear it and know what was coming. "Shouldn't that be 'Or what, sir'?" he asked before whacking the folded up leather down on the exposed thigh, dangerously close to Dean's cock. "Is that any way to speak to Daddy?" he asked, before then straddling Dean's naked form, pushing the troublesome covers out of the way and stroking his cock up and down.

"Maybe I should leave you hard, as punishment?" he asked, licking his lips and lowering his head to lick up and down Dean's hardening dick. "Such a naughty boy Dean, you really do need punishment."

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Lucifer smirked at his handiwork, watching the house burn down with a glee on his face. He wondered how long it would be for his oldest brother to show up and pay him attention. Then, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and looked up into those cold, hard eyes. "Not sure what happened Mikey." he answered with a lazy shrug, brushing the Angel's hand off of his shoulder. "I was being good, and grounded like you told me to, and then the house suddenly burnt down." he lied, though it was obvious he was lying because of the carefree tone the younger was using.

"Oh well, guess I can't be grounded anymore." he said with a grin and thought about something he could do to pass the time. "I'm gonna leave you to get on building a new house, while I head to the bar, have fun." he told him, heading off down the sidewalk.

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Dean was admittedly excited as Castiel's belt whipped out of its loops--but he jumped when it came firmly down on his thigh. He had gasped out loudly from shock, it devolving into a whine at the end as the pain sunk in. He looked up with big eyes as Cas straddled him. "I'm sorry, Daddy." He breathed, humming with pleasure when Castiel stroked his cock. And he whined when Castiel told him he should leave him hard as punishment, bucking his hips up a little to invite Castiel's mouth again.

"Ahhhh. Daddy... Can't you please spank me instead?" He asked his lover, hands going to pull at Cas' slacks, wanting his clothes off also.

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Michael was not pleased with Lucifer's answer whatsoever. "You're lying to me." He stated obviously, shaking his head especially at the part where Lucifer said that he was good. Lucifer was never good! He scoffed. "Very likely, brat." He said, a very hidden tone of affection said into the last word.

And Michael didn't like it when Lucifer started to walk away. "Our new home will be ready by the time I have dealt with you." He said, going to his little brother, gripping his arm. They teleported to a type of woodshed, with a chair in the middle of the room. Lucifer would recognize this place because he had often been taken here to be punished.

Michael dragged Lucifer to the chair and sat down, undoing Lucifer's jeans and pushing them, along with his boxers, to the ground. Then he pulled him over his lap, securing him firmly. He didn't speak at first--just gave a hard volley of swats to him, lighting his bottom up, then he paused.

"Why are you in big trouble, Lucifer?" He asked.

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Castiel smirked down at Dean when he said he was sorry and then hummed in pleasure as he stroked him. "Hm, you should be Dean." he answered and watched him buck his hips up, the Angel pulling away and chuckling when Dean asked to be spanked instead. "Oh? Is that how you ask Daddy to spank your naughty ass, Dean?" he asked, a mock unimpressed tone creeping into his voice. It was true though, when Dean had earned himself serious punishment, Castiel always made Dean ask for it, and in the most humiliating way possible. Even if Sam was in the room or something.

"If you ask Daddy properly, then he will spank you, and take care of this little problem." Castiel told him, referring to his hard cock which he stroked up and down once more before then pulling away all together. He loved making Dean so submissive under his touches and tone of voice. Castiel fit very well in the dominant role. Both sexual and none. "I'm waiting naughty boy." he reminded him.

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Lucifer had to hide a chuckle when Michael told him he was lying to him. "What? Me? Nah, I think you're getting paranoid Mikey." The blonde answered and smirked when he called him a brat, he knew that word was usually used as a term of affection. But the conversation was growing boring so Lucifer decided to head off to a local bar or strip club to cure his boredom. After all, he couldn't stay grounded if there was no house to stay grounded in.

But then he was suddenly grabbed, and Lucifer gave a dramatic, annoyed sigh. "Really?" he asked before then being zapped to the woodshed he was familiar with and his eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Oh these walls knew just how loud Lucifer could scream and bawl. "W-Wait Mikey!" he yelped, as he was dragged to the chair and his backside was bared. "Not this again! Come on! It's your fault for grounding me, you should have thought twice about that." he said, trying to turn it round on him.

However he ended up over Michael's knee and grunted, hissing when his big brother started to smack his bottom, and damn hard at that. "Because you never let me have fun." he snorted.

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Dean whimpered, a blush spreading across his cheeks as Castiel told him to correct the way that he asked his 'daddy' to spank him. He squirmed a bit, still definitely struggling with that part of their relationship. Then Castiel told him to basically hurry up, stroking his cock before dropping it like a hot potato. Dean groaned unhappily. He put together as much will-power as he could, submissively lowering his head to Castiel and looking him in the eyes.

"I-I've been a bad boy, Daddy." He forced himself to say. "Please punish me... I wanna be over your knee... and I want to be spanked until you think that I'm going to be good, Daddy..." He asked him, voice soft.

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Michael didn't acknowledge Lucifer's protests. He never had, and never would. And Lucifer should have known that by now. And Michael didn't much appreciate Lucifer trying to turn the blame back onto him.

"You must have known that by destroying our home, that you would be turned over my knee for a spanking, little brother." Michael said, hand sending down some sharp swats as he spoke. "Do not try to turn this on me. You are solely to blame."

Then Michael scowled at Lucifer's response to his question. "You're right. Never. And just to prove that, you are now grounded for two more weeks, and are going to be placed on bedtime punishment for those two weeks."

Bedtime punishment meaning early to bed, right after a good trip over Michael's knee every night.

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Castiel waited patiently, he made Dean ask for his spankings for two reasons. One, because Dean was accepting it and knowing he needed it. And two, because Castiel loved how much power that gave him. He smirked at the unhappy groan, knowing Dean had trouble submitting to this in particular but either way, Cas wanted to hear it. He looked his lover back into his beautiful green eyes and listened as he asked him to spank him, and he nodded, pleased with that.

"Good boy Dean, Daddy will spank your bottom nice and hard, just like you want." Castiel answered, taking Dean's wrist and then the Angel sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his naked lover across his firm lap. "And then he'll make sure your little problem is taken care of." he assured, reaching over for his belt and then whapping it down hard right across Dean's backside, the fullest part. "Count, Dean."

Dean's backside was still nice and pink from his spanking two days ago, Castiel had tore his ass up with his belt because Dean thought it would be clever to drive home from the bar, drunk. Cas was of course, livid.

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Lucifer pouted childishly when his oldest brother put him over his knee and sent down some sharp smacks to his bared bottom. "Oww! Mikey, you're so mean to meeee!" he whined like a child and kicked his legs. It wasn't uncommon for Lucifer to act like a naughty child...that was basically what he was in everyone else's eyes. "I'm not to blame, you knew this was going to happen, you should be the one getting sp-AH! NKED!" He yelped and squirmed over his lap.

"What!? Now that's just unfair! I'm going to be so bored!!!" Lucifer snapped at Michael when he told him he was on bedtime punishment and grounded for two weeks. Lucifer hated going to bed, period. Never mind early! "I get to pick the time I go to bed, that's how it works!" he snapped, trying to push up from his lap. "Stop itttttt!"

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Dean liked it when Castiel put him over his lap--in a bedroom setting. Because whenever he dragged him over, one hand always grabbed his wrist, and the other always grabbed Dean's leg, specifically right up against his ass, curling his fingers on his inner thigh, hefting him over and then dropping him. He loved the little things, like that, that Castiel would do to make him crazy.

"Thank you, Daddy." He remembered, answering respectfully. "Yes sir." He jumped at the first swat, his ass was probably still pink from two days ago--it still stung. "Ow! Daddy! That hurts!" He whimpered before saying, "One, sir."

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Michael snorted at his naughty brat of a brother. "The day you can overpower me is the day you can spank me." He said dryly to the youngest of the four archangels--the brattiest one, arguably even brattier than Gabriel.

His hand went up and came down firmly all across his cheeks and his thighs and sit spots. This was going to be a hard lesson for Lucifer, and Michael knew that. So he was far from done.

"You. Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do." Michael growled, his firm hand slamming onto Lucifer's sit spots. "We can go back to talking when you've become a good boy, then." He said, picking up the pace in turning his brother's human backside as red as a cherry.

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Castiel smirked a bit and ran his fingers along the inner thighs of Dean Winchester, enjoying the feel of his warmth over his own crotch, even through the slacks he was wearing. He pinned Dean's hand to his back, fingers curled around his wrist and he raised the belt, bringing it down firmly against his little bubble butt. "You're welcome Dean." he told him with a small chuckle, nodding approvingly when Dean counted his swat after jumping at it like a kicked puppy.

"Of course it hurts, a nice hard spanking for Daddy's naughty boy, that's what you wanted, right?" he asked, bringing the belt down another three times, and then twice more to his under curves, watching his skin turn from very faded pink to light red in a matter of seconds. He paused and rubbed in the terrible sting with his hand, his fingers moving down to tease Dean's hole a little bit. "So naughty..." he breathed.

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Lucifer whined, "Aw but I've been a good wittle boy." he taunted, shaking his ass and just being plain cheeky like he always was. Though Michael knew just how to break him down into a sobbing mess, sore ass and all. "Ow! Ah! Eeeeh!" he yelped, kicking his legs and somehow managing to make his jeans and boxers fall to the floor. "Okay!!! Okay!!!" he yelped when his big brother told him that he didn't tell him what to do and then spanked his sit spots. "Yowza!!!" he growled, "DAMN YOU MIKEY!"

Though his tough act didn't hold up for long and tears started brimming his light eyes, the younger squirming and kicking with all his might because it hurt so damn much. "Awwhhhhhh!!! Mikeeeeeeey!!!" he pleaded, though there was no way in hell he was going to say sorry to his older brother. "I'll be goooooooood!!" he howled.

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Dean breathed out slowly as Cas played with his thigh and pinned his arm back. He liked that a lot. Liked the feeling of being helpless and totally out of his own control. He squirmed a bit and whined at his first question.

"Yes, sir! B-But it hurts, Daddy!" He gasped, bucking his hips at the very hard swats. "Ahh! I--I'm sorry I'm so naughty, Daddy!" He whimpered, twisting around a bit, pushing his ass up to invite more toying with his entrance.

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Michael rolled his eyes at the antics of his brother. He knew that Lucifer liked to act tough, for his own pride. But a couple of hard smacks all around his bottom could reduce him to a soppy, mewling mess. "Don't you curse at me, Lucifer." He said, smacking his upper thighs until they were redder than his pink bottom.

It was easy getting his little brother to break. He couldn't take much in his human form. "Will you?" He asked in response to his cries, continuing to mercilessly swat away. "And how do you plan on doing that? Explain to me, Lucifer." He demanded.