can i please request steven grant making the reader squirt for the first time after a stressful day at work.
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Steven Grant X Fem!Reader
Omg this has been in my ask for so long. I hope whoever asked for this ends up reading it! Sorry about the wait!
Steven's mouth is quick to turn into a frown when you walk in. Not because he isn't happy to see you, but because he can tell you've had a long day, and he doesn't like that for you.
"Hi love," he greets. He slips his reading glasses off and stands up to meet you by the front door. "Long day?"
"Yeah," you sigh, and that word alone is spoken heavily enough that he can't help but pout.
"Want to talk about it? Or rest?"
"Rest. I just want to sit on the couch and do nothing. Not think." You toss your jacket over a nearby chair before you plop yourself down on the couch. Your head tilts back, and the sun from the window casts your skin in golden hues. Steven takes one look at you before he knows how he's going to help you relax.
Steven kneels in front of you, his hands ghosting up your thighs. "Can I help you not think, my love?"
You look down at the man between your legs. His big brown eyes looking up at you with hope. "You don't have to."
"Nonsense," Steven says as he already begins unbuttoning your jeans. "I want to."
You lift your hips, allowing your boyfriend to pull your hands and underwear off in one go. "If you're su-" you break off into a moan as Steven wastes no time bringing his mouth down to your core. His hands hold your legs open, holding you at the edge of the couch as he sloppily licks your center. Your hand comes up to play with his hair and he moans right into you. "Shit, that's good."
Steven pulls away with a wet smile. "I'm just startin', hun."
Steven was sloppy at eating you out. And you loved it.
His tongue slipped through your folds, warm and wet, gliding through your center, slurping up all you had. Every bump of his nose against your clit had you jerking on the couch. He threw your legs over his shoulders, pulling your core further into his face and holding you there. His calloused hands squeezed your ass.
"Shit Steven, don't stop!" You encouraged. Each sloppy lick was heaven on Earth. His thumb rubs circles over your clit, building your pleasure up and up and up.
"Give it to me, yeah," Steven moaned. "Show me how good I make ya feel."
"So good!" You cried, fingers pulling at Steven's short curls.
"Show me!" Steven demanded. "Please baby,"
You climax felt different this time, the switch so sudden you couldn't warn you boyfriend in time before you were coming. Your vision went hazy but you could hear it over the dull roar in your ears, the splash, liquid falling on the ground.
Your body felt heavy in the way that only came from sex, particularly good sex at that. Your eyes opened and you found yourself staring at a very wet man.
"Oh Steven, I'm so sorry!" You reached out for your boyfriend, prepared to force your tired limbs to move in order to get him, and the floor, properly cleaned.
"Sorry?" Steven asked with a quirk of his head. You always found it so sweet when he looked at you like that. Wide eyes, tilted head and crooked smile. "That was bloody brilliant, yeah?" Steven sat up and pinned your hips to the couch between his arms. "We're doing that again, baby, this time in bed."
And holy shit, you thought, you fucking loved this man.
𓏲 ⛪︎ ˖ — Ditzy!Castiel who just adores being around you. You’re his comfort person, and he has no clue what he’d do without you. He’s perfectly capable of doing things by himself…kind of. That is until it’s late at night and there’s down time to be ridiculous. It’s a little game that the two of you like to play: Cas will patiently wait around like a ‘guard dog’, anticipating the moment he’ll get called off of protective duties to get coddled with your kind words.
“Are you okay Cas? Protecting is hard work…”
“Such a strong angel! You did so good…”
“Don’t worry about me anymore, we’re safe.”
Yes it’s a little stupid…but so is Cas, and he’s not hurting anyone. You let his puppy love roam free.
𓏲 ⛪︎ ˖ — Ditzy!Castiel has a lot to learn after touching down on Earth: from discovering naps to understanding people can’t teleport at the blink of an eye. It’s so amazing how humans have big wooden boxes dedicated to all of the clothes they’ve collected! You both love learning new things with the company of one another, and It’s not unusual to spend a whole day on one activity. The best afternoons have Cas stumped on the kind of facial expression he should be making, overwhelmed with how fascinating it is to be living like a regular person.
𓏲 ⛪︎ ˖ — Ditzy!Castiel loves to follow your lead, and the irony is beyond adorable. An angel of the lord, a creature that kills demons and wards off monsters, holding your hand to cross the street because it ‘feels better that way’ and it’s “much safer when crossing traffic’. Definitely not making excuses to hold hands with you.
𓏲 ⛪︎ ˖ — Ditzy!Castiel loves being lazy. Does he already spend time standing around for you? Yes. But does that truly count? Lazy brings you to the roof of a building, staring up at stars while Cas names them like he’s known them forever.
“Hm…I’ve been to that one.”
“I would not visit that star. It was too warm to be around.”
“That one was a pleasant visit. I can take you sometime.”
He forgets that humans can’t travel that far, maybe all of that teleporting is what rattles his brain, but it’s nice to know he’s thinking about you no matter the circumstance.
*Note: I had this idea swirling around in my brain all day, but for some reason I had such a hard time articulating it! Maybe it’s bc I wrote this at work lol >_<
I was wondering if you would write Cas with a down baddd boob fixation?? Like him and the reader will be fucking and he just loves to be basically smothered by them. I read a hc about that concept once and it lives rent free in my mind... :)
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notes: hope this isn't too kinky like say wallahi bro say you swear that it isn't too much. sooo sorry for the delay gosh i've been sooooo busy so sorry!!!! hope ya like it Xx
tags: castiel x fem!reader, castiel with a serious boob fixation, p in v, boob sucking, not very much dialogue, lmk if i should put this in hc or drabbles or whattteyehheugh
your puffy lips wrapped around castiel's cock like a thirsty woman in a desert. your hole swallowed him like he wasn't the only otherwordly creature in that room.
his hair all messed up, so was yours, but does it really matter? a bunch of nonsense coming out of your mouth after making love for a couple hours.
you don't even know if dean and sam are back from the hunting trip they went on. you hope they aren't, because you could swear the amount of noise you're making would be enough for anyone outside the bunker to hear it.
you were on top of him, god, what a view! your knees (with a little bit of help of castiel's magical force) were not tired at all after bouncing and coming so many times. your hands were in his hair so you felt his head going on one direction; to your breasts.
it wasn't anything new truly. he did stare at them. sometimes lay his head on them, things that you thought a regular angel person would enjoy.
then, between tears of being totally fucked silly, you saw castiel's soft pinkish lips softly kissing your breasts. wet kisses all over your tits. then you saw castiel's soft pinkish lips wrapped around your nipples, sucking, you think (you couldn't really think clearly).
and from that day on, the man couldn't stop! everytime you made love, he'd politely ask "may I lick your areolas?". words so sweet and direct that even if you didn't want him to, it would be hard to deny him that.
of course that never happened, you enjoyed it almost as much as he did.
after a couple weeks of him daily sucking, nibbling, leaving small hickeys on your breasts and nipples, no matter what position, you got used to it. and you weren't that suprised when one day you were making out with him on your bed, his hands found your lower back pulling you closer to him.
this time, he didn't want to suck your breasts, he wanted to be suffocated by them!
—oh- cas- do you really want to? I mean I do but um, dont you have to breathe?
the next thing you remember after that is his head between your boobs. his tongue explored them while you were stroking his hair, soft little muffled moans coming out of him, his bulge growing against your leg.
and just like that, it became a daily routine! during sex, after sex, in the shower, in the bunker's kitchen, after a FBI questioning, etc. really any time.
specially when he had a rough day, it would soothe him the feeling of your breasts being around his face or just playing with them like a stress ball. maybe even suck your nipples, like expecting something sweet to come out of it (which obviously never quite happened).
maybe it was just his imagination and thirst for your tits but he could swear that they had a subtle cherry flavour (which he tasted in the short time he was human)
he'd roll your nipples between his fingers, suck them, and maybe, if you'd let him, come on them (and be certain that he'll suck them afterwards).
however, if you'd ever ask cas what's his favourite body part of yours, he'd say that he loves every single one of your body equally. you both know he's lying
i need more castiel p!links theres not enough :((((
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a/n :: gosh this was tricky but i love cassie so i tried my best, although they might be ooc..!! be sure to tell me if any link doesn't work anymore and ill try my best to find a replacement!
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cas fucks slow and deep. he savors the intimacy of sex.
he wants to learn more about your body, nice and gentle.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would get nervous from just your presence. you could be at a team dinner and he would glance over at you, eyes landing on your face. And he gets flustered. Blushing immediately and he has to look away. If he was to continue looking he wouldn’t be able to talk. He’d be a flustered mumbling mess.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would teach you to play chess. He wouldn’t care how long it would take until you got it. He would get a little frustrated with you but that would be because he knows you can do it and you are waiting like you can’t. But as soon as you get the hang of it you guys are playing. Him and his genius means he’ll win every-time but of course he will throw it so you win. He just likes seeing you happy.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who absolutely hated that guys flirt with you. Of course if you were uncomfortable he would stand up for you. Even if it means he gets laughed in his face. But sometimes he gets insecure and will go quiet. Having to sit in the corner as some more conventionally attractive guy flirts with you. From then on he wouldn’t talk or be able to look at you dead in the eyes. He won’t tell you what’s wrong until you practically drag it out of him. He may even get teary. But you’d make him feel better with a few kisses and hugs.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who rambles to everyone in the team even though no one listens to him. You would all be on the jet and he’d go onto one of his interests. Talking and talking until eventually coming to a slow stop as he realised everyone had either turned their backs to him or put headphones in. But then he’d feel your hand on his and see you looking. You’re listening. You’re always listening.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would love when you cook for him. He will be stood watching you the whole time, waiting until you ask him to taste it.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would hold your hand everywhere he could. It took some getting used to. He wasn’t used to being touched in a loving way. But ever since you first did, he thinks about the feeling. Perks of an eidetic memory. Whenever he was sad he’d just think about that. Think about you.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would come to you if he had a problem. You being more confident and not afraid to speak your mind meant you would cuss anyone out who would even look at him the wrong way.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would love kissing you. Like this man would always want to be kissing you if he could. You guys are always making out on one another’s couch. He of course didn’t know how to kiss and you had to teach him. But he’s a quick learner.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who would buy you little gifts and leave them on your desk. He’d be all smiley when he watches you open them. He loves seeing you happy. It genuinely makes him feel the happiest he has. Especially when you throw your arms around him and hug him to say thanks. And don’t even get me started on your birthday. He would spoil you. Make the day perfect. Using his memory to remember all the things you said you wanted to do or wanted to be gifted. He’d be so thoughtful too. Not some crappy gifts. Meaningful things he spent months on preparing.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who looks at you like you’re a prized jewel and he’s been searching for you for years. Cause he has. He’s always wanted to be loved and be seen. And you’re that person who loves and sees him.
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season 1!bf Spencer Reid who is pathetic when it comes to you touching him. You could just brush his thigh and he would moan or whine. And when you do touch him properly he is a mess. Nobody has ever properly touched him and loved him. So of course you’re sweet and gentle for him. And he loves it.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who eats you out better than any man. He loves doing it. He could be there for hours and he’d be so okay with it. It would make him so happy to just be licking at your core.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who used his eidetic memory for your benefit. He remembers what makes you moan loudest, what you told him he did good, what feels good for you. He really wants to make you feel good. Always above his pleasure.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who is a sub with a mommy kink. There’s no doubt about him being a sub. He’s all shy and sweet he couldn’t be a dom. He’s tried but as soon as you just smile he melts. He’s a whining whimpering mess. The word ‘mommy’ has slipped past his lips more times than he’d liked. He is embarrassed at first. But you said you didn’t care. And that was the biggest relief.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who likes praise and degrading. For a guy who’s inexperienced he has a lot of kinks.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who loves your boobs. Like loves. Low cut top? He’s staring. Tight top? He’s staring. Normal top? He’s staring. So of course it wasn’t a shock when he asks to suck your nipples. He worked himself for days to ask, so who are you to say no?
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who’s always embarrassed when he gets hard. But you of course always make him okay about it. Always helping him out. Wink wink.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who actually died first time you gave him a blow job. His hands were in your hair, grabbing and pulling. He didn’t want to hurt you but he just couldn’t help it. It felt so good. He never knew sexual acts could feel this good. But you showed him good.
season 1!bf Spencer Reid who at first wanted to take things slow. He was nervous of course. Always nervous when you’d even look at him slightly lustfully. But now? Now he always wants it when you get home. Not sex, no. That’s special and he wants that to be special but he wants you so bad. So he’s letting you use your hands when he’s had a long day at work. You suggested it once and my god did it make him feel better. So now he loves it. He’s completely different to the man who wouldn’t even let you clicking his stomach.
౨ৎ⋆˚࿔ THINKING ABOUT dating early seasons spencer reid
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid, the genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory that has never failed him, who turns out to be a complete idiot when it comes to love and romance.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who you end up asking out because he never had the courage to do it, even after years of pining and months of “c’mon pretty boy, go for it !” from morgan.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who’s actually just rambling to you one morning about how brewing coffee is actually a physical change, not a physical one. you listen, nodding as he talks before cutting him off :
“maybe you could show me ?”
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who, after a couple of coffee and bookstore dates, can finally manage a conversation with you without blushing or stuttering.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who doesn’t want to tell anyone that you’re dating at first. he just can’t believe that it’s real, that you’re real, and that you willingly chose to be with him.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who practically has a heart attack the first time you say “i love you”. instead of making fun of him like everyone else would, you repeat it about a dozen times, kissing his face between your words.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who visibly freezes when you invite him to stay for the night for the first time. but somehow, his constant need for space and alone time is completely thrown out the window the minute you introduce him to cuddling.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who shows his love for you through the little things, and it makes you swoon. step by step, he lets you in and reveals himself to you in a way he never has with anyone else.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who got a phone just for you, (thanks to garcia). if he never thought he’d really need one before, he’s very grateful to be able to see your pretty face through pictures and facetime calls when he’s away.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid, the quintessential romantic. he doesn’t even realise how thoughtful he’s being until you tear up one day when he gifts you an annotated copy of your favourite book. he just wipes your tears and asks repeatedly what he did wrong. the poor boy.
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid, who’s honestly a bit clueless about women but does his best to understand. soon enough, he know everything about you - from how much ice cream tubs you go through when you’re on your period, to which pillows and blankets are supposed to be “decorative” on your bed, and how much time you need for your sunday night “everything shower”
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid, who becomes a completely different man after a couple of months or dating you. everyone notices his growing confidence and happiness, and that’s all because of you
౨ৎ early seasons spencer reid who’s absolutely and unconditionally in love with you. it may have taken him time to admit hit feelings to you and to himself, but you can be sure he’ll never, ever take you for granted.
reblog is a creator's best-friend, thank you!! requested.
Spencer keeps a running list in his head of things you casually mention liking. You’ll forget you ever said you loved a specific obscure author, and months later he’ll hand you a first edition copy like it was nothing, adjusting his sleeves awkwardly when you stare at him too long.
He's shy the first time you both get in bed, not that is inexperienced, but he likes you so much and he's afraid that he won't meet your expectations.
He doesn’t realize when he’s flirting, like... at all. He’ll go on a five-minute tangent about synesthesia or probability theory while slowly getting closer to you, then stop mid-sentence when he notices the way you’re looking at him, blinking like he’s the one who got caught doing something intimate.
Spencer reads aloud when he can’t sleep, not for himself but for you. Even if you’re already half-asleep, he’ll sit beside you with a book resting against his knee, voice low and steady, occasionally pausing to explain a word he assumes you already know.
He likes when you pull on his hair during sex, or when you kiss his throat. There's always the prettiest noises escaping his throat and he gets all shy about them. You won't let him cover his face just to see the pretty blush on his cheeks.
He secretly loves when you call him petnames, and it can be anything. Of course, being Spence is already something he likes. But hearing you say baby, angel, pretty boy makes his knees wobble.
When he gets jealous, it’s quiet: he won’t interrupt or act possessive. He’ll just go still, observing, overanalyzing every interaction until it eats at him—until you notice and pull him back with something simple like your hand in his.
He loves when you play with his hair, even though he’ll try to keep talking like it’s not affecting him. His words start to slow, his sentences getting softer, until he’s practically melting under your touch.
During sex, he likes being submissive. He can totally step-up if you need to, but his default mode is being a good boy for you; he's obedident, likes being told what to do or how to do it.
He overexplains his feelings the first time he confesses them. It comes out like a ramble—probabilities of attachment, psychological patterns, fear of loss—until he finally just blurts something simple and raw that means more than everything else he said combined.
Spencer would absolutely get flustered if you teased him in public: a hand on his thigh under the table, a whisper too close to his ear and he’d freeze for half a second, brain short-circuiting, before trying (and failing) to act normal.
castiel + discovering how much he loves the reverence of sex (he’s been cast out and frowned upon by the other angels, this dude needs some praise)
✶ match box 08 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: castiel x fem!reader, 1.9k wc, smut | 18+, praise [both ways], unprotected sex education.
— mixed with this other request, they both wanted praise w/ cas so why not 1 fic where both cas + reader get praised both deserve it!
Everything Castiel knew about sexual relations came from Dean or porn. Neither are all that reliable of sources, God doesn’t exactly give his angels a sex ed class. Therefore to him the act of sex seemed to be a theatrical messy thing humans did for the fun of it, and well he’s half right. He learns with the direction yours and his relationship was progressing, the next natural step was sex (according to dean, why is he listening to him again? he forgets)
So when Cas appears in your bedroom with a “Hello” that scares you shitless, and he’s dressed in a pizza man costume—you are a little beyond confused. “Uh hi my love, why-” you can’t hold back a chuckle, “Why are you all dressed up?” you question. “So we can have sex” your face grows hot at his words and you have to put down your phone to give him your full attention. “Do you want that?”
“Dean says it’s the next step to our bond” he states it like it’s a fact, “Cas, I don't care what Dean says” you sigh softly, grabbing his hand to pull him to sit down on your bed. “Do you want to have sex?” you ask again. He tilts his head in that endearing way he does when he doesn’t seem to comprehend something, you continue on. “Just because Dean told you our relationship should be at that step, doesn’t mean we have to have sex” you explain further, intertwining your fingers with his.
He’s always liked just holding your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palm. “I think I want to, it looks to be fun” he states plainly, looking down at your hands together. “My love, it’s okay if you don’t nothing bad will happen” “And i want you to know you want it not just think it” now he’s confused again, “How do i know?” he asks.
“You know how sometimes when we kiss, it goes on for a while and I occasionally climb in your lap?” “Yes, I like when that happens” you swear your thermostat isn’t set that high so why is your room so hot all of a sudden. “And does anything ever feel-” you pause to think of how to explain arousal to an angel, what is your life. “Tingly? Or like it’s getting hard?”
The way his brows furrow show you he doesn’t completely understand you. “Like between your legs” you add on, he recalls in porn how they sometimes show the thing between the human males legs gets bigger and stiff. He replays in his head, the last time the two of you were kissing and when your hips kept rubbing in his lap, his body seemed to like that a lot.
“Yes” he nods, that weird buzzing feeling runs under his skin now, he doesn’t know what exactly causes it. “That’s being aroused, and do you ever feel like you want something more when that happens?” he’s already nodding before you really finish the sentence.
slick settled in your core at his answer, “Then yeah- yeah we can have sex my angel” you coo a bit out of breath, “Just…one last question?” he’s quiet in loo of waiting for it. “Why the costume?”
“Is a pizza man uniform not a customary part of sex? all the males in those pornographic videos have one” “But I would like to not be as rough as they are, that part does not seem fun” you laugh softly and shake your head side to side, “The costume is just for porn, actual sex is usually different—no, no uniforms necessary and we can go at your pace”
He feels a tad silly now but your laugh makes him body heat up in that odd feeling you talked about “How do we begin?” you let go of his hand and he feels himself pout a bit at the loss of contact to you. It is quickly remedied however when you climb into his lap, his hand instinctively grabbing onto your hips. “We start with foreplay” “Getting the other person worked up, it can be a bunch of different things but how about we stick to what you like? Kissing” you prompt and all Cas does is nod his head. You smile softly in return and place your arms over his shoulder, the silly outfit is still making you want to giggle but you can focus.
Leaning in as you close your eyes as your lips meet his, he responds immediately by doing the same, the kiss quickly heating up with passion, yeah the angel has this down. He rather thinks he’s good at this part. “There we gooo” you giggle a little in praise dragging the vowel to the last word as it morphs into a content hum.
“I like when we do this” he states again even if it doesn’t need to be reiterated, he’s a bit breathless as he says it against your mouth, your hips grind down a little on their own accord. “I can tell, you’re already hard my love” you moan out softly, the noise being the most beautiful sound Cas thinks he’s ever heard in his millions of years. “What- mm what is that next step?” he questions, not wanting to pull away so his words are mumbled into the kiss still.
You however do, nipping at his bottom lip, making a shudder run down his spine as eager blue eyes watch your face—taking in your swollen spit coated lips and lidded eyes. “The next part is where clothes come off” you explain as you hook your fingers under his silly uniform shirt, waiting on his go ahead to continue.
“Please” is all that leaves his lips. You nod softly and tug his t-shirt up and off his upper body, fingers quickly working at undoing his belt and the buttons to his khaki pants. “Aren’t you gonna get undressed too?” he asks once you have him beneath you clad in nothing, his cock twitching in interest, pre-cum already leaking from the reddened tip. “Thought you’d like to be the one to do that angel, if not-” his hands are already grabbing at your shirt, mimicking your motions and stripping it from your body. Your jeans soon join the growing pile of clothing on your bedroom floor, Cas hovering over your body as you laid back on your comforter. “Such a quick learner baby” you coo, raking your fingers through his hair. He strips you of your panties no issue but stalls at your bra, “How-” "There's a clasp at the back, hold on” you aid him by undoing it behind your back, letting the straps fall down your shoulders a bit but allowing him to pull it off completely.
Moving your body a bit, you spread your legs revealing everything to Cas, his eyes can’t help but trace over every part of your naked body. Your bare breasts that rise and fall with each breath you take, the line of your waist down to your hips, and your sex nestled between your thighs that aches at his attention.
Before you can prompt him on the next step, he says your name, making you look up at his face, “Yes love?” "God took his time with you" your heart damn near skips a beat, the way Cas states it as a fact makes you lose your breath a bit. “As he did with you” you state matter of factly, even if Cas doesn’t completely believe you. He moves on his own between your parted legs, his cock pressed to the mound of your pussy, making your hips buck up a bit. “I’ve seen this next part but I want you to do it” shaking your head in understanding you wrap your fingers around the base of him, making him pant out. Dragging him through your soaked folds til your slick collects at the tip, stroking your hand up and down his shaft to coat him in it as lubrication. “A- Ahh” he moans out softly at the small stimulation, “Feels good or bad?” you prompt as you can’t completely with his scrunched up expression.
“Feels new- but good” he huffs out, eyes tracking each stroke of your hand. “Want to be inside” he mumbles out, his thumb coming down to push through your folds aimlessly. You whine a bit at his action, as he manages to somehow brush over your clit with each drag of his thumb.
Grabbing a hold of his hip to pull him closer you line his cock up with your entrance fully prepared to push him in on your own but once his tip pushes at your hole Cas takes over, getting the hang of things by jutting his hips forward fully, til his cock is inside you to the base.
“Oh fuck!” you cry out, “Did i hurt you?” Cas assesses with worried eyes over your body, watching the way your thighs spasm a bit either side of him. “No, no s’ okay just was a lot all at once”
He leans down to kiss at your shoulders and over your face “M’ sorry” he whispered against your skin “Feels so good, like i can feel your heart beat, i like how close we are” he mumbled before lifting back up, holding onto your hips. “Can- Can we continue?” you feel so full and your head already so fuzzy all you can do is use your hand on his hip to push away his body. He pouts for a second thinking you don’t want to until you push him forward again and by the second time you do it, he picks it up. Pulling his own hips back again before thrusting forward at the steady pace you set.
Your head tips back and a moan falls from your mouth when he manages to hit your g-spot dead on by his fourth thrust. “Right- Right there don’t stop please angel feels so good” you cry out. he listens intently and keeps his thrusts aimed at that spongy spot deep inside you.
“You’re doing s’ well my love” you praise, nails raking down his chest, the other leaving his hip to grip at your sheets as your body arches off your bed.
“You’re making me feel so good” “Feel so close to you and s’ loved” he whimpers out, watching the way your sex engulfs his cock with each thrust inside as praise falls from his lips. “Look so pretty under me, wanna do this again can we please do this again?” he blabbed out his hips speeding up the tighter the pit of his stomach feels, he thinks that's a good feeling he’s supposed to chase he’s not sure. Either way he now understands why humans do this and get addicted, it feels like the purest form of love. “Yes we can love, shit, yes. God yes” “Gonna make me cum baby” you whimper out, pussy clenching down on him.
“Is that good?” he inquires, not stopping his deep and hard thrusts. “Yes!” you damn near scream out not in frustration but pleasure. Your orgasm hits you head on and you clench down hard around his cock, making him release a strangled moan as your pussy milks his own orgasm out of him.
With little unrhythmic ruts of his hips, he spills ropes of cum inside you “Good boy” you coo once your breathing evens out, rubbing circles on his waist. “I- Think I also came…was i supposed to?” he pants out after regaining his own breath, you giggle a bit. “Yes love, means it felt good for you too, s’ a good thing” he nods along to your words.
— i’ve never written cas til now + i rushed this near the end so to me this sucks but i hope i did your request justice, so very sorry if not. I also didn’t really proofread this.
(A/N): I'm sorry that this has taken so long to come out, I started focusing on streaming on Twitch more recently and playing video games. However, even though I'm doing that, I have no intention of discontinuing this book or my Daryl Dixon fic.
TRIGGER WARNING: suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please text or call 988.
1st Person POV:
Sam has been acting strange lately. It's scaring me honestly. Especially after he let Dean turn into a vampire. We did end up going to Scotland though to find and burn Crowley's bones, so that was a fun experience. However, we didn't burn his bones, he came and took them after he agreed to give Bobby back his soul.
Cas has been MIA since getting the Staff of Moses. It's not surprising with the war going on in Heaven but I miss him. He hasn't even called. So I've just been throwing myself into cases, including Sam's.
"I know what I saw, Bobby." Dean insists, talking to Bobby on the phone, the both of us wandering away from Sam. "He threw me to that vamp. I'm telling you, it's not my brother...Yeah, or it's freakin' Lucifer." Dean replies to whatever Bobby says as Sam grabs us food from the street vendor behind us. "'Course I called Cas. He's not answering. Screw him. I can't wait anymore...Professional? He watched me get turned!" Dean pulls the phone away from his ear long enough to put it on speaker so I can hear. "Tell him."
"What you saw... are you sure that's what you saw?" The voice of my dad, gruff as always speaks through the phone.
"Damn it, Bobby, yes. I know. (Y/N) saw it too." Dean huffs in frustration. When it had happened, the vampire had Dean pinned to the dumpster. I had just rounded the corner of the alley to see Sam just watching, his back to me instead of helping Dean. In my attempt to help, I was gifted a toss into a wall that shattered my phone.
"Well, 'you know' ain't the same as proof. 'Cause we're talking about --"
I interrupt Bobby, "-- we're talking about doing something about this, and fast. It's not just the vamp, okay? He has been different from the get-go."
Bobby sighs, "All right. I'm with you."
"Are you?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. I'll hit the books, hard. Just don't shoot him yet, all right? Watch him. We need facts. 'Cause if it ain't Sam... we don't know what it is. And if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how."
"We don't even want to ride in the same car with him, much less work a damn case." Dean complains, sounding like when we were kids and I stole his snacks.
"Get in the car. He's your case." Then Bobby hangs up the phone right as Sam walks up with a newspaper and lunch in his hands.
"Hey. I was just, uh, I was leaving Lisa a message." Dean lies, holding up the phone.
Sam looks a little confused, "With (Y/N)?"
"Oh, I was trying to call Cas first. Also no answer." I add onto the lie.
"Trouble in paradise. Still hasn't called you back, huh?" Sam asks Dean.
Dean shakes his head, "No."
Sam hands us both a foil-wrapped hot dog, "Sucks."
"Yeah." Dean and I mumble at the same time.
"You okay?" Sam asks, looking at us intensely.
I nod quickly, "Yeah, just worried about Cas, ya know?"
Dean also nods, countering Sam's question, "How are you?"
Sam blinks in surprise, "Me? Great. Here, look. Check this out. Think it might be something." He holds out a newspaper for us to take and look at. "Four people, out of nowhere, all in the last couple of weeks. What do you say?"
"Yeah. Sounds like a plan." Dean replies, handing back the newspaper.
"Let's go."
~~~~~~~
The boys and I end up at the house of a woman named Olivia, the sister of one of the victims of whatever this is. The red-headed woman comes around the corner with a picture of her sister, Jane. "I don't understand. Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?"
I clear my throat, approaching Olivia with my hands in my pockets. "Well, um... it's a new, more caring administration."
I can tell she thinks I'm full of crap. "Well, I already told the cops. Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do." She tucks some hair behind her ear and glances back at Dean as he leans against the doorway. "I... tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there."
"You know what a 'tell' is?" Sam asks, a cruel look in his eyes.
"Sam--" I start.
"Excuse me?" Olivia replies weakly.
"It's a poker term... for when you're bluffing. Like what you just did with your hair." Sam gestures to his own hair.
Olivia basically shrinks in on herself. "What are you trying to say?"
"You're lying." Sam's accusation makes Dean and I look at each other with surprise.
"What?!" Olivia exclaims.
"Tell us what you did to your sister." Sam presses.
The woman looks to Dean and I for reassurance. Then Sam looks at us, and the cruel expression softens a little like he had to force it. "Okay. You're right. I was lying. I wanted to tell her, 'I love you. I'm here for you.' Oh, but what came out was... 'You're a burden. Just kill yourself.' Who says that?! I-I-I just couldn't stop!" Olivia sobs, while Sam looks rather smug that he got that information out.
We leave shortly after Sam traumatizes the poor woman further. "See anything in the house?" Sam asks as we walk back to the car.
"No hex bags, no sulfur, no EMF. You?" Dean says, glancing at me.
"I got normal family photos and a snow globe from Niagara Falls. Sam?"
Sam shrugs, "A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today. So, what, already kinda suicidal?"
"Right, and then big sis's Taxicab Confession sends her over the edge. Question is, what made big sis open her big, fat mouth in the first place?" Dean adds.
"Yeah, that is the question." Sam replies with an ever-serious tone as he gets in the car. Dean and I both hesitate to get in with him but do after a few seconds.
~~~~~~~
"Hey. You got anything?" Dean asks Bobby on the phone again, peeking out the curtains anxiously, afraid Sam will come back so soon.
"I've been up all night lookin'. Nothing fits." Bobby replies through the speaker phone.
"Awesome." Dean grumbles sarcastically.
Bobby sighs, "You got anything else to go on?"
"Yeah, my skin crawls being in the same room with him. Why don't you look that up?"
"I'm working on it."
I grab the phone from Dean's hand and sit down on one of the beds, "We don't know how much longer we can do this, Dad. You got to figure out what the hell he is and fast."
"I'm trying. But, sweetheart, there's a worst-case scenario." Bobby leads on.
Dean sits down in front of me, adding with even more sarcasm, "What, Satan's our co-pilot? Yeah, we know."
"Well, that'd be the other worst case."
"Well, then what?" I ask, leg bouncing anxiously.
"Maybe it's just Sam." Bobby proposes. I can almost hear the shrug on the other side of the line.
"We gotta go." Dean says suddenly.
"Dean."
"You got a day, Bobby, and then we're handling this." Then Dean hangs up the phone and takes a sip from a beer.
"You really gotta hang up on my dad like that?" I chastise, crossing my arms over me chest.
"Jeez, you sound like Ellen. Stop that." Dean grumbles before Sam comes in, wearing his FBI garb.
"There was another one." He says, with a smile that makes a chill shoot up my spine.
Dean and I both stand up quickly from the beds, "Yeah? What?"
Sam rubs his hands together, "Dentist drilled a guy to death."
"You mean the... non-sexy kind of drilling, right?" Dean asks.
"Ew, Dean." I cringe, swatting at my brother's shoulder.
Sam is as eager as ever, like you just told a kid they were going to Disneyland. "50 bucks says he's mixed up in all the crazy."
"You think?" I retort sarcastically.
"Yeah. Let's go talk to him." Sam says.
Dean looks nervous, stuttering, "Okay. Uh... why don't you go ahead? I'll catch up. I'm gonna do a little research."
"You sure?" Sam asks, surprised at the refusal.
Dean shrugs, "Yeah. We got to know what we're up against, right?"
Sam hesitates for a long time, glancing between Dean and I before relenting. "Yeah. Yeah, good idea."
"I'll go with you." I offer, already going to grab my suit.
"Sweet, I'll meet you in the car." Sam nods once and exits the room.
"Are you crazy?" Dean asks incredulously.
"Dude, can you be any more suspicious?" I counter, "He may not be Sam but he's not stupid. He's totally onto you."
"Oh come on its not that obvious." Dean argues, sipping his beer.
"Add oblivious to the list of adjectives to describe you right now while you're at it." I sass before going to the bathroom to get dressed.
~~~~~~~
"Thanks a lot." Sam says to the dental hygienist before we walk across the street. Sam pulls out his phone and calls Dean, putting it on speaker phone.
"Anything from Marathon Man?"
"Not exactly. He hung himself in his cell before we could get to him." I explain, more to let Dean know like 'hey, I'm fine alone with whatever defected version of Sam this is.'
"Yikes."
"But he was definitely involved. Just got the scoop from his assistant." Sam adds.
"Yeah?"
Sam nods, not that Dean can see it. "Yeah. Let's say the stuff that his patient was confessing to -- I'd have murdered him, too." That doesn't mean much nowadays it seems.
"So, root canal and Russian roulette -- both of 'em, it's like they were cursed, right? I mean, people are just compelled to puke the truth all over 'em?"
"Oh, getting hit with the ugly truth, you go postal? I'd call that a curse. Do us a favor -- we're going to the morgue to check out the body. Why don't you take the dentist's office, see what you see?" Sam suggests.
"Yeah. No problem." Then the distinctive click of Dean hanging up the phone.
~~~~~~~
3rd Person POV:
Dean had just got back from a music store, his laptop open to a page about Gabriel's Horn of Truth, it looks exactly like the horn that the shop owner said was missing. The oldest Winchester reaches over for his whiskey and finishes the glass. Then he calls out, "Castiel? Hello? Possible loose nuke down here, angelic weapon. Kinda your department. You hear that, Cas?"
Dean gets up from the bed and turns, seeing Cas leaning against the kitchenette counter, "Hello, Dean."
"Are you kidding me? I have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid horn?!" Dean exclaims.
"You asked me to be here, and I came." The angel keeps his voice steady.
Dean starts walking towards Cas, "I -- I've been asking you to be here for days, you dick! So has (Y/N)! You're always at her beck and call, what the hell, man?"
"I didn't come about Sam because I have nothing to offer about Sam." Castiel replies, abashed.
"Well, that's great, because for all we know, he's just gift wrap for Lucifer."
Cas shakes his head, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the counter and opening it. "No, he's... he's not Lucifer."
"And how do you know that?" Dean asks.
The angel pours the amber liquid into the glass, "If Lucifer escaped the cage, we'd feel it."
"What is wrong with him?" Dean presses, tone full of desperation.
"I don't know, Dean. I'm sorry." Cas mumbles.
"What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one."
"I'm at war." Cas turns, placing the bottle back down on the counter with a thud. He leans forward on the counter. "Certain... regrettable things are now required of me."
"(Y/N) needs you." Dean says, hoping it'll get a reaction.
"Is she relapsing?" The angel asks simply, though his concern is obvious. "I have not felt her in distress."
"No. I think. But she's having us taking case after case. And whatever is up with Sam is feeding it. They're both finding new cases not even two days after finishing one." Dean pleads, worried about his siblings, hoping his "brother-in-law" would help. Cas just sighs softly, conflicted. "And Gabriel's Horn of Truth? That's a real thing?"
Cas turns, seemingly disregarding the rest of the conversation. "You've seen it?"
"We think it's in town. Something's forcing people..." Dean trails off, as Cas has disappeared. "Oh, well, you're welcome!" He takes a swig from his glass, nearly choking on it as Cas reappears behind him.
"It isn't the Horn of Truth."
"What are you talking about? You were gone for like two seconds. Where did you look?" Dean asks incredulously.
"Everywhere." Cas replies like it's obvious.
"Right. Well, nice seeing you, anyway." Dean tells the angel bitterly, turning back to the bottle of whiskey.
"Dean."
"What?" He snaps.
"About your brother. I... I don't know what's wrong with him, but I do want to help. I'll make inquiries. And I will pay (Y/N) a visit, make sure she is okay." Then the flutter of wings signals Cas' departure again.
"Yeah. Thanks." Dean says quietly, a little more genuine as he takes another drink.
~~~~~~~
The coroner pulls the metal slab out of the morgue fridge, the rails squeaking almost painfully. I can't imagine hearing that sound all day.
"Now, I'd actually like to see all the suicides that came in this week, not just Dr. Giggles." Sam requests, then notices the hesitation on the coroner's face. "Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Well, they're -- they're already gone." The man explains, a little nervous about it.
"As in transferred?" I ask for clarification.
He continues to be very vague about what happened. "Yeah, not exactly."
"Would you like to tell me what's going on here, or should I have a little chat with your supervisor?" Sam threatens.
The coroner steps closer conspiratorially, "They're gone."
"As in... gone gone?"
The coroner just nods and pushes the metal slab back in the freezer with the same agonizing squeak.
~~~~~~~
I call Dean as Sam and I walk into the building of a woman who died in a car accident before the rest of the suicides, her body was also missing from the morgue.
"Hey, what's up?" My oldest brother's voice comes through.
"All the bodies are gone." I explain, Sam walking a few steps ahead of me. Weird, normally he slows his pace for those who are...vertically challenged.
"What do you mean, they just vanished?"
I shrug, even though Dean can't see it, "That's what the coroner said. But we got a lead. One of the missing bodies, she died a whole week before everybody else."
"Suicide?" Dean asks.
"Reported as a car accident, but no reason it couldn't have been."
"So then that would make her our patient zero, right?"
I sigh softly as Sam and I start to ascend the stairs, "I'm thinking maybe. Whatever got this whole curse thing rolling started with her. We're at her place now, corner of Burnham and 159th."
"Yeah, give me 10." Then he hangs up and Sam and I continue up to this woman's apartment.
~~~~~~~
3rd Person POV:
Dean starts to walk to the Impala after leaving the bar, his phone up to his ear as he calls Bobby. "Hey, anything you're itchin' to tell me?"
"Not really. Sorry to disappoint."
"Ah, that's all right. I'm just testing a theory." Dean explains as he walks down the street.
"Well, I'm here hittin' the books while drinking a nice glass of milk, while watching 'Tori & Dean'."
Dean's eyebrows furrow in confusion and he stutters, "Wh-- wait, w-who and Dean?"
"Tori Spelling." Bobby replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm a huge fan. Girl's a real talent."
"Oh, I guess it does work over the phone." Dean says quietly to himself as he starts to get in the Impala.
"You know what else? I get a pedicure once in a while -- this nice Vietnamese joint."
"Okay. Okay, please stop."
"This one gal, Nhung Phuong -- her name means 'Velvet Phoenix.' Tiny thing, but the grip on her. She starts on my toes, and I feel like I am gonna --"
Dean puts a stop to that immediately, exclaiming, "Whoa, whoa! Hey, come on, ma-- now I'm scarred for life. Thank you."
"I never told anyone that. Why am I telling you? Maybe 'cause you're my favorite, besides (Y/N) of course. I dunno, it's different, maybe 'cause she's a girl. Although, Sam's a better hunter. Lately, anyway. Whoa. Why the hell am I tellin' you this?!" Bobby yells.
Dean can't help but be smug at being the 'favorite'. "Because I'm cursed."
"Cursed?"
"Yes."
"How is it... that half the time you clean a mess, you end up dirty?" Bobby chastises.
Dean just smiles, "Actually, this might be the best thing that's happened to me in a while."
"What do you mean? Dean... Dean, what damn fool move are you about to --"
"I gotta go." Dean interrupts, but before Dean can hang up Bobby continues.
"Okay. But did you know my first girlfriend turned out to be a --"
Dean then hangs up quickly to save himself from being traumatized, shaking his head, "No, no! Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh." Then he dials Sam's number.
"It's Sam. Leave me a message."
"Sam, it's me. Listen, I'm on my way to you, but if you get this before then, give me a call back. There's a few things I want to ask you."
~~~~~~~
1st Person POV:
After texting Dean the apartment number, Corey's roommate lets us inside the apartment they shared before Corey's "car accident".
Her roommate is looking at a picture of the two of them in her hands. "So, why is there an investigation for a car accident?"
"It wasn't an accident. Corey committed suicide." Sam replies, rather bluntly, not sugar coating a word.
The roommate's voice breaks, starting to cry softly, "You know... I wondered. I-I'm sorry. I just..."
I hand her a box of tissues with a sympathetic smile, "So, you had some idea Corey might have taken her own life?"
"Well... she had been going through a bit of a hard time lately... at school. And then, um, her cat, Mittens, had just ran away." She explains, sighing softly. "But, really, it was her boyfriend. She was sure that he was cheating on her. But he was just very good at covering his tracks. Which, of course, made her completely obsessed with --"
"-- finding out the truth." Sam finishes her sentence.
The woman nods and sniffles, "Yeah."
"You mind if we check out her room?" I ask gently, not wanting to upset the woman further. The roommate nods and leads us down the hall to Corey's bedroom, letting us in and closing the door so we can look. Sam rifles through the dresser drawers then opens the closet.
I kneel down and grab a box out from under the bed. I place the floral-decorated box on the bed and open it, eyebrows furrowing in concern as I see the cat skull inside. Sam comes over and leans down, hands on his knees as he eyes the skull. He picks it up and examines it, then he sighs, "Sorry Mittens."
We don't stay much longer after that, leaving the apartment and going down the stairs just as Dean was coming up, in his normal clothes and looking distressed.
"Hey, where you been? I found something." Sam asks Dean, holding up the box in emphasis.
"It can wait. We got to talk." Dean replies, turning to walk down the stairs with us again, his tone serious.
"Yeah. What's up?" Sam asks with furrowed brows, opening the box again to look inside.
"There's a few things I want to ask you, and, uh, you're gonna tell me the truth." My oldest brother demands.
Sam turns to Dean as we reach the bottom of the stairs, "Uh, yeah, Dean. Of course. What are you talking about? Whoa. Are you saying you're..."
"Dean are you sure this is the best time to--"
Dean just interrupts me, eyeing Sam. "I asked for the truth. And you know what? I'm getting it. So, like I said, I have a few questions for you. When that vamp attacked me, why did you just stand there?"
Sam falters for a moment, and I can see the expression on his face change to puppy dog eyes, like someone flipped a switch. "I-I didn't. I froze."
Dean doesn't believe him for a second. He glances at me briefly, then back at Sam, "You froze. You have been Terminator since you got back."
Sam shrugs, his voice pleading slightly. "I don't know. Shock? And then it was too late. I feel terrible about it. Believe me. Dean... I can't lie here. Do you really think I would let something like that happen on purpose? You're my brother. H-how could you even --"
"Okay." Dean interrupts softly, still not fully believing but for the sake of arguing. "Okay. Sorry. I...I thought -- I thought I saw something. I... I guess I was wrong. It's just been a really, really bad day."
Sam nods, "Hey. It's okay. I got your back, all right? I always have."
"We both do." I emphasize, Sam usually including me in conversations like this. I give Dean a pointed look, one that asks if he believes this crap.
Dean nods subtly and rubs his forehead, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks, guys."
Sam nods and turns, heading out to the car.
"That's not Sam." I tell Dean quietly.
"Yeah, no kidding."
"Are you okay?" I ask as we start to follow Sam out.
Dean sighs, "Lisa called back."
He doesn't need to say anything else. "Oh Dean I'm sorry." My hand finds his shoulder.
"It's for the best. We put them in danger." Dean reasons, like he doesn't know if he's trying to convince me or himself.
"That doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel." I argue gently as we approach the Impala. He doesn't answer, just gives me a slightly grateful look and gets in the driver's seat.
~~~~~~~
Dean tosses a dish towel on the counter of the motel room's kitchenette, holding the skull of the cat in his hand with furrowed eyebrows. "So this was the chick's pet?" He asks as he walks over to the dining table Sam and I were sitting at.
Sam types away on his laptop, "Well, she was obsessed."
"I think you mean crazy." Dean corrects, making me laugh softly.
Sam takes the cat skull from Dean, holding up each ingredient as he reads them off, "All right, so cat skull, uh, grains-of-paradise seed, devil's shoestring. Mix 'em well, you got yourself a summoning spell."
"Demon?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Sam turns his laptop towards Dean and I so we can see the screen. "God. Corey was so desperate for the truth about her boyfriend's cheating heart, she went digging around. Nothing panned out, so she went looking for a different kind of help."
"Opened a door she couldn't close." I conclude.
Sam nods, scrolling the browser page, "Yeah. Now anyone in town who asks aloud for the truth invokes Veritas. And she doesn't just give it to you. She slams you with it until you kill yourself and she gets her tribute."
Dean's eyebrows raise in realization, "So, all that 'tribute' vanishing from the morgue. What do you think, uh, Soylent Green situation?"
I shrug, leaning back in my chair and fidgeting with a pen in my hands. "Gods got to eat, too. Which means we got to take her out or you're on the menu."
"All right, well, what do we know, besides crazy cat lady?" Dean asks with a sigh.
"Well, dogs are her Achilles heel."
"Naturally." Dean and I say at the same time.
He gives me a look, pointing at me like he's offended. "I hate when you do that."
"That's why I do it." I stick my tongue out at him, shoving his shoulder with my foot.
Sam rolls his eyes, calling to get our attention. "Children, children. And she was a pretty hands-on goddess back in the day. Her thing was coming down from the mountain to speak truth to the masses. She wanted more than tribute. She wanted to be worshipped."
"An attention whore." Dean concludes.
Sam chuckles a little, "If you want to put it that way."
Dean leans back in his chair with a small huff, "And what is the 21st-century version of speaking truth to the masses?"
~~~~~~~
Later that night, Dean pays a guard at the tv station to let us in and steal information from the television host that's been everywhere in this town, Ashley Frank. After stealing a computer tower, Sam puts it in the trunk of the Impala, and we take it back to the motel room.
We sit at the foot of the beds, Sam's laptop hooked up to the computer tower and it sitting on a chair in front of us.
Sam hits a few buttons on his laptop and a clip plays on the screen. "I'm Ashley --" The woman clears her throat into her fist. "I'm Ashley Frank, bringing you 'Frank Talk.' Let's do that again."
There is several hours of footage. At one point, Dean gets food. I swear I fell asleep after about four hours.
"Okay, still rolling." A voice off screen says, the sun shining through the motel room curtains.
"I'm Ashley Frank, bringing you 'Frank Talk.' Again. I'm Ashley Frank. Are organic fruits and veggies really worth the cost?
Dean sips from a cup of coffee, a half-eaten donut in his other hand. "She's creepy. I mean, the hair alone. I don't know, man. Maybe there's nothing here."
Sam increases the speed on the video. "Maybe."
"She's at least boring as Hell." I grumble, taking a donut from the box in Dean's lap.
More time passes. We all have changed clothes, Sam is still watching the footage, on hour thirteen. Dean is at the table eating a slice of pizza while I lay on my stomach on the bed, watching with Sam and also eating a slice of pizza.
Ashley Frank still speaking, still on fast-forward. "Are we -- we're spinning? Do the new rent-to-own prices...A recent trend in furniture stores...But think twice before you decide to buy --Before you make that big purchase...Okay." Sam returns the footage to normal speed as it shows Ashley outside the studio, reporting on something in front of a white picket fence. "...We'll ask the councilman ourselves." A dog on the other side of the fence barks at her repeatedly, and the woman is clearly nervous and antsy. "Are we still rolling?"
"Hold on. Check this out." Sam calls Dean over as he rewinds the video.
"Zoom in on that." Dean points to the screen. Sam complies, zooming in on Ashley's face to show an inhuman, blue glow as she glares at the dog.
~~~~~~~
We follow Ashley as she drives her red convertible out of the parking lot of the studio, all the way to her expensive ass house. It's very modern, something I could never hope to afford in this life or the next. Seems like someone should be taxed more.
"Looks pretty normal, right?" Sam asks, almost hesitantly.
"I'm sure inside it's chock full of creep." Dean grumbles as the house lights up with Ashley's arrival. Dean holds up two knives and Sam holds up a third one in one hand. "Ready?"
Sam nods, his other hand holding a jar of dark liquid, "Yeah."
"And that's...?" I trail off, unease creeping up my spine.
"Dog's blood." Sam replies nonchalantly.
"Do I even want to know where you got that?" Dean asks, looking like he needs a shot, or ten.
"Probably not."
Dean and I both cringe. This can't be Sam, he loves dogs, I doubt he couldn't even hurt one out of self-defense. "All right, let's do this." Dean sighs. We exit the car and head up towards the house. Getting inside wasn't an issue surprisingly, but what was weird is that it looks completely normal inside.
The dining room looks minimalist, but expensive as fuck. In the next room was a lounge room of sorts, a lit fireplace on one wall with two cats in front of it. "So where's all the creep?" Sam asks quietly, blood-soaked knife in hand.
One of the cats runs off, and we follow it downstairs. At the bottom is a few cat statues, and a mosaic of Veritas, the same picture Sam showed us on his laptop earlier. The cat goes into the next room, a set of sliding double doors slightly open. Dean opens it further and we continue to follow the cat.
The sight in the room is gruesome. On the right is a gurney with a mangled corpse on it, the cat munching away at some flesh. Across from the door is a headless body on what looks like a meat hook, very Texas Chainsaw. On the left is the body of the dentist, pale and lifeless, but intact.
"You came for dinner." A voice says from behind us.
We turn to see Ashley Frank, or Veritas, standing in the doorway dressed in a goddess' raiment. She waves her hand, sending the three of us hurtling into the hanging body. We land in a large basin, meant for catching blood. My vision blackens around the edges as my head cracks against the tiles, a sharp pain radiating through my skull as I fall unconscious.
Sometime later, the boys and I awake in the basin, tied to handles meant for helping people get out. I watch Veritas put the blood-soaked knives in a drawer.
"Mm. Sit tight. You're up next." The goddess grins before she turns to the corpse of the dentist. Sam gives Dean and I a look while her back is turned. I nod back and glance over at the woman as she pulls something out with pliers. "The tongue... is the tastiest part. It's where the lies roll off." Then she takes a bite out of the fucking tongue. I have to look away, gagging a little but quickly swallowing the bile threatening to spew out. "Mmm. Mmm! I cannot wait to eat yours. I mean, I've seen liars before, but you three? Gold standard." She puts the tongue down and walks away from the corpse.
"Point of professional pride." Dean says with a smirk, distracting the goddess for whatever Sam has planned.
Veritas walks around the basin, standing in front of Dean. "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Dean. You know what happens when you base your life on lies, right? The truth comes along and... So, while you've still got your tongue, God knows you've got an earful." She takes a step closer, sitting down next to him. "I think it's your turn to spill some. How 'bout we play a little truth or truth? What should we ask Dean first, hmm? Maybe ask (Y/N) too. Something... Personal about you?" She looks at Sam. "Hey, Dean, (Y/N), I'm curious. What do you really feel about your brother?"
Dean is hesitant at first, but her power makes him spill. "Better now. As of yesterday, I wanted to kill him in his sleep."
Sam looks surprised but gives no other emotion away. "And (Y/N)?" The goddess gives me a sickening smile.
I swallow thickly, feeling the compulsion taking over my thoughts. "He scares me now. I miss the brother I could go to when Dean got too strict."
"I thought he was a monster. But now I think..." Dean trails off.
Veritas only pushes him further. "Now you think what?"
"He's just acting like me."
"What do you mean?" The goddess presses.
"It's the gig. You're covered in blood until you're covered in your own blood. Half the time, you're about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out... that I wanted a family."
"But you were lying." Veritas grins.
Dean just shakes his head. "No. But what I'm good at... is slicing throats. I ain't a father. I'm a killer. And there's no changing that. I know that now."
The goddess looks at me again and I have no choice but to talk. "I don't know what I want. Whether to continue hunting or get out. My dad wants me out, but my soulmate is a fucking angel, so I doubt that'll happen. And he hasn't talked to me in I don't even know how long. So, I just keep throwing myself into cases, hoping that if I put myself in enough danger, he'll show up."
Veritas pats Dean on the shoulder and stands up, twirling a strand of my hair as she passes me. "So, Sam walking back into your life must have been a relief. Hmm? The Larry to your Curly and Moe. And how do you feel about the band getting back together? Hmm, Sam?" She then sits next to Sam.
Sam swallows thickly, "Look... what we do... is hard." I can see Dean look over at another hook to my right, his left. "But...we watch out for each other." Dean nods at me subtly before looking at Sam. "And that's what's important. And that's it. That's the truth."
Veritas just looks confused, "No. No, it's not."
"You said yourself -- I can't lie." Sam argues.
"How are you doing that? That's not possible. You're lying to me!"
"No, I'm not!" Sam exclaims, voice rising as he gets exposed.
"What are you?" The goddess asks, then she looks at Dean and I, who are equally confused. "What is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really? I doubt that. I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth right now. You're not human." She insists, looking at Sam like he's dirt under her feet.
"What?" Dean asks in disbelief, his wide eyes meeting mine, both of us in shock.
She looks over at Dean and I. now a little smug. "You didn't know that? Now, that I believe."
It's then that Sam cuts through the ropes, tossing the knife to Dean. Veritas hits Sam once and he goes for the blood-soaked knives in the drawer. He gets hit again before managing to grab the knife and lunge at the goddess. But she knocks him to the floor, sending the knife clattering to the side. She straddles him and begins to choke him. Sam struggles as Dean breaks free, and he puts the knife in my hand, then he grabs the hook.
I cut at my ropes rapidly, Dean approaching Veritas from behind. He swings the hook through her back, making her turn to him as her face becomes something of nightmares, resembling a snake. Big blue eyes and fangs. I manage to cut free, quickly going over and kneeling next to Sam's head and grabbing the knife. I plunge the knife into her chest, making her gasp and her face returns to normal. I grunt and twist the blade for good measure, her body going limp and falling over halfway into the basin.
Dean and I move out of the way as Sam stands up, three scratches on his cheek. Dean has a different blade in his hand, pointing it at Sam. He goes into protective older brother mode, grabbing my sleeve and pulling me away from Sam.
"Dean, it's me." Sam pleads with his hands up.
Dean walks forward, making Sam back up around the basin. Dean's other hand still holds my sleeve while the knife is pointed in Sam's direction. "You are not our brother."
"Just listen."
"What are you?!" Dean exclaims.
"I'm me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain."
"Why the hell should we believe anything you say?" I demand, pulling my sleeve from Dean's fist.
Sam keeps his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is. God's honest." Then he points at the goddess' corpse. "She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known it for a while. I lied to you. Yeah. And...I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I knew there was a cure, Dean, and we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!"
"Handle it?!" Dean echoes in anger.
"He could've died!" I add. "I knew as soon as I turned that corner that something was wrong with you!"
"I could've killed Ben." Dean concludes.
"And that should stop me cold. But I -- I just don't feel it." Sam sighs, pointing to himself.
"You what?" Dean asks.
"Ever since I came back, I am a-a better hunter than I've ever been! Nothing scares me anymore! 'Cause I can't feel it. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think... I need help." No shit.
I gently pry the knife from Dean's grip as he turns towards me. I set the knife down on a shelf with a small clatter. Dean's green eyes meet mine and I just nod subtly. He turns back around, looking emotional, and Sam sighs in relief, looking hopeful.
Dean hesitates for a moment, before swinging, punching Sam hard enough to send him to the floor with a grunt. Then Dean, grabs him by the collar, punching him again and again, reaching a total of thirteen times plus the initial punch. He doesn't stop until Sam is unconscious and bloody.
Dean pants heavily, then he turns to me, a desperate look on his face. "What the hell is he?"
I wish I knew. I wish I could tell Dean that that is Sam, that he's just different. I wish I could say that it's some easy explanation that can be fixed with salt and iron. I wish I could tell him anything. But instead, I say, "Let's get him to the motel."
Castiel headcanons because I owe @reginaphalangelobster some-
Warnings: fluff, and smut under the cut 16+
☆Whenever you're cold or standing close to Cass he wraps his wings around you and holds you waist with his hands. Basically hiding you behind a wall of black feathers.
☆His favorite thing is to watch you sleep. He can see all the expressions you so carefully hide throughout the day. And when you whisper his name grabbing for his hand, his angel heart melts.
☆He learned how to cook because he knew humans did it for each other. His favorite to cook is pancakes, he likes the way the syrup feels on his fingers.
☆He picks you up and flies you around. He's an angel so everything is weightless to him. He loves seeing your excitement when you see the Christmas lights around town.
☆He let's you groom his wings, giving you a special tool angels use to get them clean and sort through the injured ones. He gets extra clingy after this because he loves that he can trust you with an intimate part of himself
☆Morning (and any time of day) snuggles are a must. He knows some humans love touch, so burying his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your back feels more like heaven than heaven does.
NSFW (under the cut)
☆He likes taking his smaller set of feathers and rubbing them on you gently while he's thrusting into you roughly. The contrast of it makes you scream
☆He loves watching all your expressions during sex, just like when you sleep. If he thinks you aren't enjoying a certain thing as much, he'll change what he's doing. His goal isn't to see how loud he can make you, its to see how much he can show you his adoration
☆When he's eating you out he wraps his arms around your thigh, his wings around your waist to push you down, then he pushes out his longer wings so you can hold them.
☆When you play with his wings it makes him all needy and squirmy. They're sensitive so he has to suppress moans. Sometimes when he's sitting with his wings out, you brush them, or you stand behind him and grabs a handful of feathers near the base of his wing. He usually yelps because its unexpected but feel so damn good. He does spend the rest of the day hard and embarrassed
☆He WORSHIPS your body. He'll spend hours kissing every inch of your skin. And I mean EVERY inch. He just is so full of love for you, and he wants to share it with you. And on those nights, he usually makes you cum until you pass out.
Headcanons about sportacus crushing on reader (I dont ship myself with him its just for fun:3)
At first, Sportacus tries to hide his feelings for the reader, thinking that it may interfere with their friendship or make things awkward. However, as he spends more time with them, he finds it increasingly difficult to suppress his feelings.
One of the things that Sportacus finds attractive about the reader is their positive attitude and kind heart. He admires their willingness to help others and their dedication to making the world a better place.
Sportacus is also drawn to the reader's intelligence and quick wit. He enjoys having conversations with them and learning from their perspectives on various topics.
When the reader is around, Sportacus becomes more playful and lighthearted. He enjoys teasing them and making them laugh, always looking for ways to brighten their day.
As Sportacus spends more time with the reader, he finds himself becoming more protective of them. He wants to make sure that they are safe and happy, and he will do whatever he can to support them.
Although Sportacus may not always show it, he gets flustered and nervous around the reader, especially when they compliment him or show him affection. He tries to play it cool, but deep down, he is thrilled that the reader feels the same way about him.
Sportacus may express his feelings through small gestures, like bringing the reader a healthy snack or offering to help them with a task. He may also get a little jealous if he sees the reader spending time with someone else, although he tries not to let it show.
When Sportacus finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings to the reader, he does so in a heartfelt and genuine way. He tells them how much he cares about them and how they make his life brighter and more fulfilling.
What about a fic where Castiel needs help w pin feathers/smth wing related and will only accept help from reader?
If you cant tell he’s my all time favorite character
I LOVE YOU AND UR WRITINGGG
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Castiel x Reader | moody convo, Cas is nude, flirting, foreplay, play fighting nicknames (Duck and Goose) | [16+ rec.]
Note: Love this, love you, love Cas…that’s all ! ! <33 🪼
Clothes cast aside a plush hotel bed, sparkles of early morning streetlights are all that light the room. Castiel flexes his back and his shoulders tense amidst his grip on the wooden headboard. You lay beside him, still dressed, eyes squinted in a half-asleep kind of peace. You got lucky with Cas: his friends preferred motels over places like hotels. But after meeting you, he developed a taste for the finer things in life— “precious things need precious housing” is what he’ll say despite your assurance that one night in a motel room won’t kill you. Getting him to believe you always felt like a wild goose chase, except a bop to his head didn’t have him running in circles.
You turn to Cas, reaching out to touch his sensitive back. “Mh…morning Goose. Why’re you up so early?”
His head slowly turns to look at you, back muscle flexing like a flinch despite his face frozen with stoicism. His back has loose feathers poking from the surface of his skin, like he’s holding back his wings from freeing. “It’s summertime. Good morning, Duck.”
You drag your nails down his back and he flinches again. You pull your hand away. “Did something happen?”
“Apologies.” Cas murmurs carelessly. “I’ve been preoccupied with distractions.” His tongue drags lazily over his bottom lip in a fit of uncomfortability rather than attraction and a low sigh escapes.
You force yourself to sit up to inspect closer. His face gives you nothing to assume. “Nothings going to get better if you don’t say anything.”
Cas shifts in his spot like he’s embarrassed by what he has to say. Most likely he’s trying to figure out how you’ll react to whatever he’s about to say— he likes to be perfect like that.
“Are these hurting you?” You glance back at the split and roughed-up feathers protruding from him. He groans a little, nose scrunching and head tilting aside. “So that’s why you’re grumpy…Sam or Dean didn’t help you while you were out?”
“I did not want them to.” He relaxes and you press your fingers on the tender flesh around his feathers, easing out yet another soft groan from the angel.
“Why not?”
“Pruning is…an intimate thing. It’s a responsibility that I cannot place in the hands of boys as reckless as them.” He takes your hand and brings it to his cheek, moving his whole body to face yours. “I said I would only accept your assistance.”
You bring his face up close and kiss his nose, then his lips.
Suborn angel. As if managing him wasn’t hard enough, he’d found yet another standard to raise. “You’ve got a lot of attitude for someone who won’t get dressed this morning, Goose.”
“Humans often fail to meet my standard. I doubt being particular counts as attitude.” Castiel kisses back hungrily, tired eyes half-lidded in focus. “My clothes…segues into my secondary proposition—”
“—I know what you’re going to say.” You manage to blurt between his affections.
He suddenly stops and presses his forehead flat against yours. He’s a little sweaty from emotion, his cold, sterile, body smelling like wind and soil. “And?”
“I can help you. So long as you let me take care of this first— and you stay undressed.” You pull him forward, moving aside until he’s belly down on the mattress. His wings have started to show themselves by this point, and Castiel can finally begin relaxing. You haul yourself onto his lower back and straddle him, watching his wings twitch with excitement.
“Deal.”
You thread your fingers delicately through the rough feathers, working your way up to the puffy redness of his skin. His wings flutter every time you pull out a feather and set it aside.
“I tend to stray away from revealing myself during molting season,” Castiel admits. “My appearance renders itself distasteful.”
You pluck out a particularly painful feathers and he sucks in air through his teeth. “You’re so particular about everything. You know I don’t care how crazy your wings look.”
“Good angels look presentable for their partners.”
“And how many angels have partners?”
“Few.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
Castiel impatiently wiggles beneath you, wanting an answer. You tug out another painful feather with a laugh. The angel buries his face into your pillow in an attempt to look strong, arms tense from holding the soft material against himself.
“Good angels stay still during preening.” You stick a feather in his hair, and his hips stiffen.
“I am a good angel.” He murmurs, just short of a whine. The combination of your scent on the pillow and the warmth of your voice is just too much. You know what’s going on in that thick skull of his, and you plan on making the most of it.
“I know you are.” His hair becomes a victim of your sweet affection, getting combed and pet while the swelling on his wings diminish. A heavy, earth-felt shudder runs up and down him— he’s caught on. “You’re so good.”
“Ducky…” he takes a breath, everything smelling like you and forcing the blood to rush through him faster.
“Yeah?”
“This isn’t fair.”
He tries to sit up and you push him back down. “Ah ah- you asked me for help and now you’re getting it. If we stop now, then your wings are all you’ll be complaining about today.”
“Mh.. but my proposition—”
“I’m almost done.”
You pick out the last of the tattered feathers, all of them piled high at the foot of the bed, ready to be trashed. The swelling on Cas’s back has gone down and he’s calmer than before.
“How do you feel?” You push your hips forward and rub against his back teasingly. You know the second your hips lift from his back that you’ll be under him, receiving his thank you for carrying out something as sensual as the last half hour. So until then it’ll be nice to hear him speak.
“…Good.” He hums simply. “I regret relaying my preference for you however— I find it uncomfortable not being your carer.”
“It goes both ways, Goose.”
“I suppose.”
You lean down to give him a kiss: getting back a slow, erotic response incapable of being human. Your hands hold him down by the wrists and you settle higher up on his back. The sun is all the way up and street lamps start turning off.
“Duck…” Cas pants. “My proposition.”
“We’ll get to that….”
“Had you lead with this action my feathers would’ve flown off naturally.”
“Is that true?”
“I don’t lie, Ducky. …Can we do this at every hotel we visit?”
You and michael have been secretly seeing each other for awhile. because you both are afraid of what joseph would do. if he found out about this secret relationship.
you’ll often go out shopping with michael and with his bodyguard, bill. and after shopping, you guys would hit up the arcade section and play pac-man, and donkey kong.
after the mall, bill takes you guys out for a car ride and listen to music, and michael tells you all about his new upcoming album that he has been working on.
Michael is the type to walk you to your door and kiss your cheek goodnight and wait for you to get inside your house safely.
sometimes late at night, Michael would call you to see if you were awake, and most times you weren’t.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, it’s Michael”
“Michael. It’s one AM, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing..I just wanted to talk to you.. I like hearing your voice.”
Sometimes you like sneaking over to Michael’s house when no one was there. You guys would watch movies all day long and play board games especially Twister. One day unfortunately, Katherine found you and Michael playing Super Mario Bros in his room.
“Mother. this is Y/N, she’s just—“
“Hi Y/N, I’m Katherine. Please feel free to make yourself at home.”
“Oh. And no more sneaking around you too. At least not behind my back. I won’t tell anyone.” Later that night, Katherine told Michael that she was happy that he had found someone.
Your guys love language was exchanging comic books. You had almost every X-men comic up to date and Michael had every Spider-Man comic, and after reading them. You guys talked about it and show each other favorite pages.
Michael LOVES taking Polaroid pictures of you, ESPECIALLY unposed just you doing normal stuff. He kept a picture of you in his pocket whenever he was out without you.
you and Michael would often play bubbles and pet his other animals as well. Sometimes you and Michael would pick out outfits for Bubbles.
LIKES LOVES FOREHEAD TOUCHES
There are times where fans recognize him out in public. He’s very protective but subtle, he’ll use his body to shield you from the rowdy crowds and flashing lights. And place his hand on your hip to steer you.
A/N: aaaahhh I hope you guys enjoy this short and sweet fluff Michael Jackson x reader headcanons!!
⟡ tags/warnings: smut… and some fluff !! dean is pathetic (but what’s new..) touch-starved dean
⟡ an: this is the first smut that I’ve ever written, and I wrote this in a midnight haze a few months ago so please excuse any errors…
⟡ ⤷ Dean Winchester… who is the biggest boobs guy. During intimacy, the first piece of clothing that he’d remove would be your shirt. He’d try to pace himself, migrate his open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck, but he would soon end up back at your breasts. He’d kiss, and suck, and tease them until he was satisfied with the small marks that he’d left, and only then would he finally remove your bra. He would keep them in his hands the whole time, and then afterwards he would rest his head on your chest.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who adores seeing you in his clothes. When your hair is messy and you’ve got nothing on but a baggy band shirt of his, or when he buys you something and he sees you wearing it, he gets flustered and smiley.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who has a thing for performing ‘favours’ for each other in the impala.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who was so touch starved when you began dating him that it was bordering on pathetic. When you’d do so much as kiss him or brush your fingers through his hair, his brain would melt to mush and his jeans would grow uncomfortably snug.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who is SO loud during intimacy. He’s shameless about groaning, so much so that you’ve even considered him being proud of it; empowered by it. But when he whines, he gets sooo embarrassed. He tries to deepen his voice afterwards, and his checks get flushed. You ignore it once or twice but when it happens again you assure him that it’s okay, and even open the possibility that you like it. That sends him off the edge.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who is a certified munch!!! He’d wake you up with soft kisses along your neckline, trailing down the valley between your breasts, illuminated by the morning sun that soaked its way through your curtains. His faint stubble would tickle your sensitive skin, sure to wake you up. Once you were he would migrate his kisses to your stomach. He’d stall until you finally gave him the routine ‘okay’ by running your hands through his hair and urging him to remove whatever clothing survived the night. He’d start slowly; changing paces, tensing and flexing his tongue, moving down to lick a long strip and then going back up to suck and tease until you were silently begging. He’d drag your pleasure out for as long as he could, you’d tug on his hair as he worked you closer to the edge and he would groan into you, making you moan in return.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who loves being on top, but would melt if you took control.
⟡ Dean Winchester… who loves teasing you during intimacy. He’d make sarcastic remarks, not to make you feel bad, but to hear you groaning his name in the stern warning-like tone you always used. He’d do it to feel your own body betray itself as your pleasure slowly spread throughout your body.
౨ৎ currently thinking about condescending but soft dom!sam winchester
tw; dom/sub themes, pretty rough but not necessarily dark (the dove is alive and you can eat it!, sam’s all up in it, themes of sexual over stimulation
“i know, dolly, i know.” his voice is almost as high and whiny as your own moans but traveling through your body via your pussy, his voice is another low and torturous vibration. and when you wiggle away because it’s simply too much he roughly sucks your clit in an attempt to coax you into staying where you are. this obviously doesn’t work but he keeps going nonetheless. “m’ so mean for doin’ this to you. poor baby, m’ almost done try and settle down.”
eventually he’ll lock his arms around your legs so you can’t move away from him. even with his face buried into you and your mind so far away you very well may be in space, he’s still talking.
“poor girl,” he groans, “cursed with a man who’s obsessed with licking her,” he presses his nose deeper into your cunt, taking a deep breath “beautiful pussy.” he pulls back to spit on you, only to lick the glob back up before it drips down to your asshole.
he stays down there for one more hour, barely lifting his face but constantly kneading your thighs and cumming in his pants multiple times just from how beautiful you look when he over stimulates you.
when he’s finally satisfied he places a wet kiss on your clit, making you jump. he laughs, kissing your shaking thighs and already day dreaming about the next time you’ll let him get on his knees.
while eating you out is definitely sam’s favorite thing to do when it comes to sex, aftercare is always a close second. “s’okay honey. you did so good for me. thank you so much. did so good. s’okay, you’re okay. m’ riiiiiiiight here. thankyouthankyouthankyou.”
(The gifs are absolutely necessary what do you mean)
Castiel x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, grace/wing kink
You've got Castiel pushed against the counter. He's covered in bite marks, leaking profusely, and begging for you to touch him. Sam and Dean have long since left the bunker, not wanting to hear whatever noises were coming from the kitchen. Dean was not happy you were going to be ruining his new favorite place but he knew better than to protest. He was the one who got Cass in this situation, teaching him how to be snarky. Cass is bucking up against nothing, you've been leaving his cock untouched for hours now. Just leaving bite marks all along his skin.
"Why are you whining Castiel? You asked for this, and so pretty I might add." You leave another mark along his bicep and he let's out a high pitched whine. You sink down to your knees, now leaving bite marks along his thighs. You know he won't use his grace to remove them, he likes being claimed. You stand back up, still avoiding what he wants.
"You've got to earn that Cass. You can't get rewarded for your attitude." You twist him around so that you're on the counter and he's in front of you. He looks at you trying to decide what will get him in the least trouble and cumming fast. He kneels down and looks at you with his blue eyes, grace shimmering faintly in them. He pulls your hips closer to his face, licking from your slit to your belly button. You whine at him not to tease you and he's quick to listen. Diving his tongue into your heat, nose pressing against your cit. His wings pop out from the pleasure he's giving you. You grab him top set of wings and thread your fingers through the feathers. He whines, sending his grace shooting through you, causing your vision to white out and back to arch further into his grip. He nurses you through the aftershocks, trembling and whimpering. You lean down to place a kiss on his head. You help him up.
"I think you've earned a reward now Angel boy."
He looks at the ground ashamed and mutters something you don't hear. You look down to see a wet spot in his underwear that you can tell is uncomfortably cooling now.
You tease him, "awww poor baby couldn't hold it back." He buries his face in your hair, you hold him like that for awhile both of you contented enough to not let go.
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MDNI, 19+
fav position, classic missionary
angel stamina means he could go until you faint
obligatory tie pulling…
absolutely fascinated with your toy collection, and will make you use it while he watches
human anatomy interests him and he will study you for as long as he feels necessary
CW: NEXT TWO HAVE SPANKING!!!
It’s my party and I can headcanon Cas having a spanking kink!!!
Acting naughty around an angel of the lord?! He will simply have to deal some divine retribution.
He enjoys punishing you, but aftercare is absolutely imperative. He could use his grace to heal you, yes, but you like to feel it after. He resorts to traditional methods instead.
