I always pictured Castiel to be the sad accepting type of jealous lover
Like, he gets jealous, but he doesn't act on it. He kinda just sits, stares, and looks on longingly, wishing it were him
Imagine with me:
Dean tries to make Cas' jealous, wanting that fun lil spice in their relationship. Wanting to see if Cas is gonna act on it and be all possessive
He does the smallest thing. They're at a bar and Dean just winks and nods at the pretty bartender who sends back her own flirtatious lil look
Dean turns to Cas, hoping to find his (they're in the dating stage) boyfriend looking fierce and angry
And he immediately panics cause Cas is giving him the biggest, saddest eyes known to man
Big blue and glassy. Like he's gonna cry but it's the type of cry of someone who's accepted they've lost
And Dean immediately goes to rectify his failure. Just ditches the bar entirely. Takes Cas out star gazing and showers him in love. Cause that look? That sad, forlorn look that ripped his heart out of his chest?
Dean is gonna dedicate his entire life to make sure Cas never looks that way again
You were untouchable like a distant diamond sky. He couldn’t understand why he was so caught up in you. It wasn’t like you gave a shit about him.
You were one jewel he couldn't steal.
No matter how good of a thief he was.
The dreams of holding you in his arms and calling you his was what gave him strength to keep going everyday.
You had chosen the other side.
That heist changed everything. The biggest regret of his was choosing that medallion over the one thing he cherished most.
You.
He left you behind; speeding off in that stupid silver car.
Leaving you to rush off and fend for yourself.
The next time he saw you was at a meeting with the other millionaires he had gathered into his Society.
You had joined a group called the UnderGround. As one of their leaders.
Learning that he was on top of your hit list sent shivers down his spine.
He didn’t wanna leave you. He was just blinded by the idea of wealth.
Pretending like you were an enemy hurt his heart. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever came face to face with you.
The lingering reality hung in his mind.
It’s you or him if it came to that.
You were leader of the UnderGround and he was leader of the Society.
One of you had to go.
Yet he would let you pull the trigger if it came to that.
He couldn't kill you.
He was far too caught up in you.
Which is why the night he caught you sneaking in hurt him. He had heard the noises coming down stairs. Somewhere near the vault. The thought of him just hearing things crossed his mind yet it was too loud for him to just be hearing things.
Heading down the stairs from his master bedroom he eyed the door to the vault. His hair was messed up, dress shirt loosely buttoned and dress pants without a belt. He looked like a mess.
“Who’s there?” His voice came out slightly shaky, holding up his pistol. Aiming it at whoever might be down there.
The rustling noise stopped. He headed down the steps to the vault, the shadow of a person coming into view.
“{Y/N}?” He dropped his aim slightly.
“Montague.” Your voice seethed as you looked up at him.
His eyes softened and he stepped down a few steps to get a better look at you.
Instinctively you raised your own pistol, aiming straight at his head.
“Woah- come on.. Let’s not do this.” Montague raised his hands; pistol in one.
“Hand over the medallion now.” Your voice was so demanding, much rougher than he remembered. “Come on.. Let’s talk.” Pleading wasn’t something he did often. He would rather be shot than anyone hear him beg. For you on the other hand. He would do anything to have just a moment with you again.
He missed how you both could talk about anything. Sit in an abandoned building and plan out the next heist.
Stealing was the way you both lived. You had grown to trust each other in those heists. Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and random rich people.
Montague had become the person he swore to you he wouldn't.
“We are doing this Montague.” He couldn't see through you like he used to. You seemed so truthful. Like you were serious about blowing his head off if you had to.
“{Y/N}... please just let’s talk. I’ve missed y-.” He had taken the last few steps to reach you; hands still in the air.
He felt the end of your gun press to his forehead. His eyes stared into your scrunched up ones. Anger prominent in your {e/c} eyes. In that moment he knew he lost you. He just wanted you.
“Why miss me? You were the one who left me behind. Without a second thought.” That silky voice of yours despite seething with anger was so angelic. The feeling of the gun pressing against his forehead harder snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I know what I did.. I know.” His voice was soft and pleading. He looked you in the eyes as he spoke.
He had missed them.
“If you don’t give me that medallion now, I’m gonna blow your head off and take it myself.” You shoved him against the wall holding the gun to his head. He didn’t even flinch. He just liked that you were somewhat touching him.
“I miss you.” Those words hit your ears and for a moment the grip on your pistol faltered.
His voice was almost a whisper and his breath tingled your neck.
“Don’t do this to me Montague.. I can’t let my group down.” The feeling of the trigger between your fingers reminds you of how you controlled the situation despite his words.
“I miss you, I miss you more and more everyday..” He stared into your eyes so desperate to change the emotion in them. He wanted to see that smile.
The happy look in your eyes when you’d see him.
He missed that.
“I’m not falling for this Montague.. Let me in the vault.” You demand voice breaking between anger and sadness.
He tore off his medallion and held it in front of the vault's scanner. The vault unlocked as it scanned the diamond.
Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the vault open before turning back to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you {Y/N} trust me when I say that.. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was stupid for it..”
You hesitated between letting him go and getting what you needed or holding him there against the wall.
The way his eyes pleaded for you almost made you believe him.
If you didn’t know him so well you’d think it was an act.
“You’re right. You were stupid for it.” Was the only reply you gave before kicking him in the crotch. His low groans filled your ears. You almost wanted to say you were sorry.
Too bad you weren’t
He fell to the floor holding his crotch, letting out foul language in his native tongue.
You quickly stepped into the vault looking around before grabbing the map you had been searching for. Just where Hope said it would be stored. Montague really wasn’t that good at hiding things.
Something you always knew he faltered at.
A good thief but a terrible hider.
You walked out stepping over Montague who laid on the floor still.
You stopped and turned around to look at him.
“I won’t be so nice next time.” Your voice was icy cold in warning. He simply looked up at you: regret covered his face.
“{Y/..N}” He closed his eyes tightly as tears pricked the corners. You didn’t know what to do. Leave him there or stay. He used to be your best friend. Your ride or die. Now he was just..
Nothing.
The sound of your feet coming closer gave him strength to sit up. You crouched down to his level offering a small smile gaining one in response from him.
“You’re so beautiful.. I wish I told you that sooner. I wish I told you a lot of things before I fucked us up.” His hand reached out and cupped your cheek. Letting yourself lean into his touch made memories flood back.
How close you two used to be.
His touch always calmed you down. No matter the situation. It still did.
“Oh Montague..” Your voice cracked slightly as you allowed yourself to soak up his warmth.
“Please.. Don’t go.” He begged as he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapping around you.
“I have to.. I can’t let my group down.. I’m sorry Montague. It’s you or me. I can’t let it be me who gets left again.” Your words slowly soaked into him. Before he could react your pistol was back at his head. Tears streaming down your face.
It was a hard life now. No more fun and games of stealing stupid things no one would notice.
Stealing a life would always be noticed.
A heinous crime.
Something that could not be undone once done.
You knew that.
You had to do this.
You had to win this battle.
Jonsey, Hope, the whole organization was counting on you.
“I love you.”
Those three words made your whole body shake. How could you kill him after that?
“I know you have to do this. I know that only one side is going to make it out of this thing alive.” It was his turn to start truly crying. But not from the fact he was going to die.
No.
He was crying because at least even in his last few moments he gets to see you again.
It was all he could ask for in this cruel world.
“I love you too..” Your confession was all he needed to die happy. To know that he wasn’t chasing some dumb dream every night. You did like him back..
“Can I call you mine.. Once?” His question made your tears flow harder.
“Yes.. you can.” You sobbed harder as he leaned closer.
“I’m so glad you’re mine, mon amour.” His lips pressed against yours. For a moment you almost let your gun fall.
Wouldn’t it be so easy to leave and run off with him?
Possibly in your dreams.
You would be hunted down and never forgiven for that act.
You had picked your side to stay loyal to.
As did he.
So as you kissed him and lived in this moment of bliss you let it be the last thing he remembered.
->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better
->2k words
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Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever.
Montague.
His french accent: annoying
His outfit: ugly
The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating
He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission.
There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on.
You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart.
“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle.
Here we go.
He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing.
He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.
Mistake number two.
He didn’t even bring the tripod.
“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already.
“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought.
“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious.
“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.
“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often.
“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him.
“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-
You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.
Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.
“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.
“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this.
Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.
Another?
He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual.
His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.
Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.
“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly.
“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear.
“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair.
“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely.
“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants.
“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks.
His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind.
“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.
He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end.
His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth.
Despite that desire he kept you in this position.
You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body.
“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard.
“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait.
“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.
He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing.
“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room.
He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit.
You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you.
He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.
He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance.
You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long.
He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live.
He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted.
He wanted to please you instead of annoy you.
He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.
“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good.
He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit.
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest.
Good thing he had 500 others.
He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.
“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.
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