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tw: occasionally themes of depression, mental heath issues, eating disorders, self harm and suicide are explored in posts and fics, please consider your own comfort levels before proceeding
Once again fellas, how do we feel about reader taking care of Sam quite a lot and maybe there's like a SLIGHT sugar daddy undertone except I hate that term and what's associated with it, but it's basically like you buy nicer things than Sam's used to because he deserves to be taken care of properly. It's nothing outrageous, but just better treatment than he's used to and he's just this puppy eyed mess for you every time you tell him he's your little thing and he deserves it with a slightly teasing tone and a little kiss to the tip of his nose.
Uhm, yes, thoughts?
Just a couple lil tags for a few people who liked my last one: @the-little-fruit @bitesizedtales @digitaltraditionalartmakertwo - np to respond to this btw!!
Reminder to my iron deficient lads, lasses and otherwise Scottish/Irish/certain regions of English-ly gendered, do not, I repeat, do not pick up heavy furniture and put it up high when you haven't eaten all day, if I hadn't been in my bedroom, I may have actually hit the floor lol
𖤓 Summary: You disobey Cas, and he teaches you your lesson.
𖤓 Warnings: smut, angry sex, anger leading to other emotions, boooo feelings, mild biting, rough sex, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger sucking/biting, sub!reader & dom!Cas, binding/tying up - with belt, swearing, possibly ooc Cas but this is how I see him long after he's gotten comfortable with sex and is very fucking angry
𖤓 Rating: Explicit/16+
𖤓 Word Count: 1.4k
𖤓 Requester: @gemini-serpentis
𖤓 A/n: I'm a whore for this Angel, end of story.
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You knew it was dumb. You knew it was dangerous. But some part of you couldn't just sit on your hands, waiting for Sam and Dean when people were out there getting killed.
Cas was too busy with whatever was going on in Heaven, so you didn't think to mention it. Hopefully, you'd be in and out with minimal scratches.
Your second last breath was a call of his name.
He appeared beside you immediately, visibly shaken by your tone, then he saw you.
The creatures were smote within seconds, then he was by your side. His throat closed in a way he'd never felt before when he saw you laying there lifeless. All it took was a simple touch to your forehead to bring you back to near perfect health, a few little scrapes and bruises still around as souvineers.
You blinked up at him, everything coming back into focus after fading away into a blur.
"Cas?" Your voice was small, like you knew you fucked up.
Big time.
"Are you okay?" He asked, a darkness he tried to hide in his tone ever present.
"Y-yeah, I uhm, I think so. Thanks to you, Angel" You smiled softly, hoping it was enough.
"Good" He said curtly, helping you to stand.
Once you regained your balance and he was sure you were okay, he whisked you back to your motel room just outside of town, shoving you harshly against a wall, his body pressed against yours, pining you there.
"What is wrong with you?" He growled, low and furious "You knew how dangerous it was, the position you were putting yourself in, why would you do that?"
"The-the people. They needed help, baby, I couldn't-"
"Don't call me that"
"B- Cas, I-"
"I know you, I know that you'll try and reason or flirt your way out of this, and it isn't going to work. I told you to stay safe"
"I know, I just-"
"No excuses. You disobeyed, and now you must be punished"
You felt yourself clench involuntarily, breath hitching.
Castiel's hands lowered, hooking under your thighs, hoisting you up.
One arm reached under, holding you up against the wood panelling with the assistance of his Grace.
His other hand found you, hot and desperate. You hadn't noticed his Grace whisk your clothes away but you were fucking glad it did.
You arched your back, pressing harder against him, a soft moan falling from your lips at his touch.
He kept pushing, swirling his fingers fast then slow, building you up closer and closer to the edge before calming you back down, a pathetic whine coming from you each time.
You weren't sure how long it had been, but when your eyes caught the old clock on the wall reading 1:34 you knew he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
Without warning, he dropped to his knees, flinging one of your legs over his shoulders, a hand reaching up, splaying over your body to keep you pinned to the wall.
He dove in, tongue flattening over you, limbs of his Grace trailing, pinching your nipples, twisting. He had no intention of being too careful this time, letting his teeth graze over you, sending a tingle down your spine, fingers gripping tight in his hair.
Just as you relished in the stinging pleasure, he bit down, small but hard, pulling a cry from you and your hands tightening in his hair.
"Cas! God, please!"
"God isn't here"
He stood, letting your leg slip from his shoulder, mouth crashing against yours, tongue exploring, making you taste yourself on his lips.
Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close, trying to linger in the softest moment you'd shared all evening.
His arms came around you again, lifting you into the air, your wetness smearing over his pants. He carried you to the bed, laying you down, right over the signature trenchcoat he'd shed when you got there.
You tried to press your hips against him, gain any kind of friction, but you soon felt his hands grip your hips hard, bruises undoubtedly starting to form.
"Can you not obey me once in your life?"
"I'm sorry Cas, I just- please"
"Please what?"
"Come on Angel" You mewled, writhing in his grasp.
"Use your words or I will stop touching you" The darkness in his voice sent a chill through you.
You saw the seriousness in his eyes, no room for argument.
"I need you inside me, Cas, please, please fuck me"
"Better" He growled, one hand reaching down, quickly undoing his belt.
You bit your lip when you saw him whip his belt out, eyes going wide when he grabbed your wrist. He moved over you, slipping the leather through the iron detailing on the bed frame, looping it around your other wrist.
"This should teach you to listen to me"
You fought through a hard swallow, eyes never leaving him as a palm found your thigh, spreading your legs wider as he slotted his hips against yours.
He left a soft kiss to your collar bone, your little signal. No matter how angry he was, Castiel would always make sure you were okay, it was the most important thing to him, he'd never throw that away.
You nodded and stared as he pulled his cock out, hard, leaking, nudging against your entrance.
He drove in with one, long thrust, barely giving you a few seconds to adjust before he picked up his pace, slamming every frustration he felt into you.
Moans flew from your lips, groans and grunts from his. His hand was planted firmly against the mattress, his anchor as he fucked you deep, your eyes rolling back fast as he hit that spot inside over and over again.
He could tell you were close, the way you clenched around him, those quick little breaths you let out.
Not yet.
He pulled out on his last thrust, leaving you with that sudden, empty feeling, protest flying from your lips.
Before you managed to say much else, he flipped you over, belt twisting a little tighter around your wrists.
He moved you around like a ragdoll, that damned Angel strength, positioning you just as he wanted. On your knees, arms stretched out enough to support yourself, for the moment.
He shoved back into you in a brutal thrust, you cried out, this angle made him feel even bigger, filling you deeper.
The wet slap of his skin against yours filled your ears, drowning out your half hearted little noises.
You felt your peak build inside you, everything curling tighter, that stinging behind your eyes, vision failing you.
His hand clamped down over your mouth, two fingers slipping past your lips, giving you something to suck and bite on as you came with a loud moan, clenching around him like a vice.
He only managed a few more thrusts before he was spilling into you, groaning your name as he collapsed forward, the rest of his hand flattening, wrapping around your throat carefully. A claim, never a threat.
He felt you breathe hard against him, pulse racing under the pad of his thumb as you came down.
His forehead fell against the back of your neck, pressing hard, feeling you. His spare hand splayed over your back, half covering one of the large bruises his Grace couldn't heal, the threat of your mortality cutting straight through his high.
His lips brushed your skin, voice quiet, like he didn't want to say what he had to.
"I can't lose you"
You moved to reach back, the leather binding you tight to the bedframe. With one flick of his wrist, Castiel let the belt fall, your arms freed, muscles aching in just the right way.
You extended an arm behind your back, hand finding his, fingers entwining tightly.
"You won't, Angel. You'd be hopeless without me, I can't leave y' behind" You huffed out, chest still working to catch up and slow your racing heart.
He smiled softly, not altogether happy, knowing you were right and dreading the day it would be proved true.
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𖤓 Summary: You disobey Cas, and he teaches you your lesson.
𖤓 Warnings: smut, angry sex, anger leading to other emotions, boooo feelings, mild biting, rough sex, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger sucking/biting, sub!reader & dom!Cas, binding/tying up - with belt, swearing, possibly ooc Cas but this is how I see him long after he's gotten comfortable with sex and is very fucking angry
𖤓 Rating: Explicit/16+
𖤓 Word Count: 1.4k
𖤓 Requester: @gemini-serpentis
𖤓 A/n: I'm a whore for this Angel, end of story.
꧁ Read my rules and send in a request! ꧂
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You knew it was dumb. You knew it was dangerous. But some part of you couldn't just sit on your hands, waiting for Sam and Dean when people were out there getting killed.
Cas was too busy with whatever was going on in Heaven, so you didn't think to mention it. Hopefully, you'd be in and out with minimal scratches.
Your second last breath was a call of his name.
He appeared beside you immediately, visibly shaken by your tone, then he saw you.
The creatures were smote within seconds, then he was by your side. His throat closed in a way he'd never felt before when he saw you laying there lifeless. All it took was a simple touch to your forehead to bring you back to near perfect health, a few little scrapes and bruises still around as souvineers.
You blinked up at him, everything coming back into focus after fading away into a blur.
"Cas?" Your voice was small, like you knew you fucked up.
Big time.
"Are you okay?" He asked, a darkness he tried to hide in his tone ever present.
"Y-yeah, I uhm, I think so. Thanks to you, Angel" You smiled softly, hoping it was enough.
"Good" He said curtly, helping you to stand.
Once you regained your balance and he was sure you were okay, he whisked you back to your motel room just outside of town, shoving you harshly against a wall, his body pressed against yours, pining you there.
"What is wrong with you?" He growled, low and furious "You knew how dangerous it was, the position you were putting yourself in, why would you do that?"
"The-the people. They needed help, baby, I couldn't-"
"Don't call me that"
"B- Cas, I-"
"I know you, I know that you'll try and reason or flirt your way out of this, and it isn't going to work. I told you to stay safe"
"I know, I just-"
"No excuses. You disobeyed, and now you must be punished"
You felt yourself clench involuntarily, breath hitching.
Castiel's hands lowered, hooking under your thighs, hoisting you up.
One arm reached under, holding you up against the wood panelling with the assistance of his Grace.
His other hand found you, hot and desperate. You hadn't noticed his Grace whisk your clothes away but you were fucking glad it did.
You arched your back, pressing harder against him, a soft moan falling from your lips at his touch.
He kept pushing, swirling his fingers fast then slow, building you up closer and closer to the edge before calming you back down, a pathetic whine coming from you each time.
You weren't sure how long it had been, but when your eyes caught the old clock on the wall reading 1:34 you knew he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
Without warning, he dropped to his knees, flinging one of your legs over his shoulders, a hand reaching up, splaying over your body to keep you pinned to the wall.
He dove in, tongue flattening over you, limbs of his Grace trailing, pinching your nipples, twisting. He had no intention of being too careful this time, letting his teeth graze over you, sending a tingle down your spine, fingers gripping tight in his hair.
Just as you relished in the stinging pleasure, he bit down, small but hard, pulling a cry from you and your hands tightening in his hair.
"Cas! God, please!"
"God isn't here"
He stood, letting your leg slip from his shoulder, mouth crashing against yours, tongue exploring, making you taste yourself on his lips.
Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close, trying to linger in the softest moment you'd shared all evening.
His arms came around you again, lifting you into the air, your wetness smearing over his pants. He carried you to the bed, laying you down, right over the signature trenchcoat he'd shed when you got there.
You tried to press your hips against him, gain any kind of friction, but you soon felt his hands grip your hips hard, bruises undoubtedly starting to form.
"Can you not obey me once in your life?"
"I'm sorry Cas, I just- please"
"Please what?"
"Come on Angel" You mewled, writhing in his grasp.
"Use your words or I will stop touching you" The darkness in his voice sent a chill through you.
You saw the seriousness in his eyes, no room for argument.
"I need you inside me, Cas, please, please fuck me"
"Better" He growled, one hand reaching down, quickly undoing his belt.
You bit your lip when you saw him whip his belt out, eyes going wide when he grabbed your wrist. He moved over you, slipping the leather through the iron detailing on the bed frame, looping it around your other wrist.
"This should teach you to listen to me"
You fought through a hard swallow, eyes never leaving him as a palm found your thigh, spreading your legs wider as he slotted his hips against yours.
He left a soft kiss to your collar bone, your little signal. No matter how angry he was, Castiel would always make sure you were okay, it was the most important thing to him, he'd never throw that away.
You nodded and stared as he pulled his cock out, hard, leaking, nudging against your entrance.
He drove in with one, long thrust, barely giving you a few seconds to adjust before he picked up his pace, slamming every frustration he felt into you.
Moans flew from your lips, groans and grunts from his. His hand was planted firmly against the mattress, his anchor as he fucked you deep, your eyes rolling back fast as he hit that spot inside over and over again.
He could tell you were close, the way you clenched around him, those quick little breaths you let out.
Not yet.
He pulled out on his last thrust, leaving you with that sudden, empty feeling, protest flying from your lips.
Before you managed to say much else, he flipped you over, belt twisting a little tighter around your wrists.
He moved you around like a ragdoll, that damned Angel strength, positioning you just as he wanted. On your knees, arms stretched out enough to support yourself, for the moment.
He shoved back into you in a brutal thrust, you cried out, this angle made him feel even bigger, filling you deeper.
The wet slap of his skin against yours filled your ears, drowning out your half hearted little noises.
You felt your peak build inside you, everything curling tighter, that stinging behind your eyes, vision failing you.
His hand clamped down over your mouth, two fingers slipping past your lips, giving you something to suck and bite on as you came with a loud moan, clenching around him like a vice.
He only managed a few more thrusts before he was spilling into you, groaning your name as he collapsed forward, the rest of his hand flattening, wrapping around your throat carefully. A claim, never a threat.
He felt you breathe hard against him, pulse racing under the pad of his thumb as you came down.
His forehead fell against the back of your neck, pressing hard, feeling you. His spare hand splayed over your back, half covering one of the large bruises his Grace couldn't heal, the threat of your mortality cutting straight through his high.
His lips brushed your skin, voice quiet, like he didn't want to say what he had to.
"I can't lose you"
You moved to reach back, the leather binding you tight to the bedframe. With one flick of his wrist, Castiel let the belt fall, your arms freed, muscles aching in just the right way.
You extended an arm behind your back, hand finding his, fingers entwining tightly.
"You won't, Angel. You'd be hopeless without me, I can't leave y' behind" You huffed out, chest still working to catch up and slow your racing heart.
He smiled softly, not altogether happy, knowing you were right and dreading the day it would be proved true.
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Does anyone else get like ferocious mama bear levels of protective over their fav fictional characters? Like, sometimes I worry. Anyone hits Cas? I will turn them into a puddle. Anyone makes fun of him? They're getting beaten to a pulp, even if it's Dean. On that matter, anyone hurts Dean? Same rules apply. And Sammy, especially 12 ep1 & 2, I heard Elizabeth Blackmore's voice in a voice over and my head shot up within a few seconds I was ready for murder. I just want my boys to be happy </3
Klaus has come across all kinds of people throughout his thousand years, but you're the first you. He loves your art and no matter the medium, his favourite thing to do with you is capture nature. He watches you more than the sunset or meadow he's meant to be painting, he watches your process, the thoughts in your head as you lay colours over a page or canvas, it's truly entrancing and he considers you to be more of a work of art than anything his brushes could bring to life.
And Damon....
Damon may not share your love for animals, but he respects it. He sees animals as Stefan's next gourmet meal, and he makes plenty of jokes about that, but he understands that you love them. He even uses his vamp hearing to find little forest animals when you go for walks together, turning your path in the direction of them so you can spot them in the bushes, purely for the happy expression you wear when you find a little bunny, sometimes even a young fawn. All while Damon's looking at you with the same expression, you're the wonderful creature in his life, even if he's "the monster". Though you never see him that way, and that sits deeper with him than he'd ever admit.
And Dean!
Dean loves bringing you sweets. He shares your sweet tooth so whenever he's on the road without you, he gets Sam to look up any and all candy stores in the area and he picks up at least five new kinds you haven't tried yet. A few handfuls may or may not be missing by the time he gets back to you, but it's the thought that counts, especially when he's gone longer than usual and wraps up a big bundle of them for you, the most uncharacteristically shy expression on his face as he waits to see if you'll like them or not. He should know by now, you always do. He knows your favourite flavours by heart.
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Looking for any and all slightly obscure Kinktober ideas for pretty much any of the characters I write for except Sam and Dean unless it's in a poly aspect (ZERO wincest but also Destiel x reader, pooooosssssibly Sastiel x reader and tfw x reader are all on the table).
And by obscure, I mean something more that just like ooh what if you pegged a character NO I've become more desensitized than I'd like so now pegging feels very vanilla 💀 I probably need help lol
I'm a relatively open minded person, just no stepcest, incest, scat or non-con.
I get that people have the right to have whatever DNIs they want but do you ever get in a frustrating loop? bc in the past couple weeks, 5 blogs I follow have changed their DNIs and 4 of them were/are moots (with permission to waver the DNI on that one) and like. why. why's it happening sm like right now I am confuse
