For mpreg monday (I know I'm early) I just want Dean fucking a tiny, pregnant Samandriel and coming all over his huge, swollen belly. Extra love if Dean can't stop talking about how gorgeous he looks and how he can't wait to knock his tiny angel up again! ^^
“Easy, baby, easy,” Dean coaxes, rubbing his hands up Samandriel’s trembling arms as he pulls out, still hard, and coaxes Samandriel over onto his back. “Just gotta roll you over.”
Samandriel is breathing heavily, his hips wriggling in an effort to get comfortable on his back. He can’t stay like that for long, so Dean reaches down with one hand and starts stroking himself quickly. His other hand rest, reverent and gentle, on Samandriel’s huge pregnancy bump, rubbing over the pale, soft skin.
Fuck, Samandriel being pregnant is possibly the hottest thing Dean’s ever seen.
“Gonna fuck another one into you, soon as I can,” Dean promises, one corner of his mouth quirking up when Samandriel makes a desperate, filthy sound, reaching out so his fingers wrap around Dean’s hand and squeeze tightly. “Wanna see you knocked up the rest of my life, baby, wanna - fuck, fuck.”
His orgasm slams behind his eyes and Dean gasps as he comes all over Samandriel’s swollen baby, marking up the evidence of the baby he fucked into his little bird. Samandriel’s pink cheeks look so soft and sweet where he is, smiling up at Dean, eyes half-lidded and entire body relaxed.
Dean lets him roll onto his side where he can be more comfortable and leans down to kiss his mate, cupping the back of Samandriel’s head and kissing him deeply.
“So gorgeous, baby,” he breathes, reaching down to fist Samandriel’s cock, stroking him slow and gentle so that he doesn’t make Samandriel strain himself.
“Dean,” Samandriel gasps, nails digging into Dean’s shoulder. “Mm, Dean, please, just like that -.”
Dean smiles and kisses his mate again, making sure that when Samandriel comes it’s all over Dean’s stomach in turn. He knows his little bird gets possessive.
Samandriel gives a happy hum, and smiles into Dean’s lazy and gentle kisses.
I'm back, because you are now my favorite person and I just discovered AngelHarem! and I am in love. For freeforall Friday, please, it can be fluffy, smutty, pregnancy-related (or all of them if you want me to melt into in a puddle of tears and feels and happiness), it can be anything you want but please I need it to live!!! (PS, do you see what you've done to me!?) (PPS, have I mentioned you are awesome?!? <3) -Em
((Oh Gosh hi friend! And I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not.))
Michael’s dark wings snapped up, arching high as he came into Samandriel’s shaking body. He shoved a hand between the Angel’s wings, pushing his chest down onto their nest, his body following so that he could keep the angle, keep his cock buried as deep inside of his Seraph as he could.
Samandriel gave a quiet, complaining whine when Michael pulled out, achingly slowly. His rim, pink and slick, clenched up as best as it could to keep Michael’s seed inside of him.
Michael bent down, kissing softly at the small of Samandriel’s back. “Stay just like that,” he ordered, petting down Samandriel’s spine. Samandriel sighed softly, his wings relaxing down onto the bed until they hit resistance.
Inias was on his back next to Samandriel, Dean braced over him, hands at the backs of his knees and driving deep into the Seraph’s ass. Inias turned his head, catching Samandriel’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright.
Dean growled, reaching down to grab Inias’ chin and force his gaze back. “Eyes on me, baby,” he said, his hand flattening out across Inias’ collarbone. “Wanna look at you when you come for me.”
Inias gave a soft, low grown, arching up as Dean kept going. Then, Samandriel’s attention was drawn back by a tongue tracing around his rim, chasing the small trail of come that had leaked down back to his hole and driving inside.
Samandriel’s golden wings fluttered and he sucked in a breath, clawing at the sheets. Michael’s big hand settled across the back of his head, petting through his sweaty hair as Castiel started to lick into his hole, cleaning him up.
“Come here, little dove,” Michael ordered, pulling Samandriel up so that he was resting his head on Michael’s thigh. Samandriel gave a soft shiver as Castiel pulled back, hands sliding up to his hips as he took his position behind Samandriel, ready to take his turn breeding him.
“Please,” Samandriel breathed, softly, arching back as Castiel began to slide into him. His Grace burned with the desire to take his mates inside of him until his mating drive was sated and he was pregnant once again.
Michael smiled, petting through Samandriel’s hair. “Gonna give you what you need, little dove,” he said fondly, his eyes rapt on the sight of Castiel sinking into Samandriel, his black wings fluttering in pleasure at the tight, hot clench of Samandriel’s body.
Dean gave a soft snarl, reaching out to gently but firmly take hold of Inias’ throat. “Know you’re close, baby,” he said, leaning down to tease his lips against Inias’ gasping mouth. “Gonna come for me? Gonna have to if you want me to breed you up.”
Inias gave a soft, plaintive whine, staring up into Dean’s eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock. In a few thrusts, squeezing tight around the head of his cock, he came with another soft sigh, but kept his eyes open as well as he was able, obedient to Dean’s order.
Dean smiled down at him and pulled his hand away, kising him passionately as he let Inias’ other leg drop and sank into him a final time, letting go so that he could come and fill up his pretty, submissive mate.
“Good job, baby,” Dean murmured, nuzzling against Inias’ bruised throat.
ugh, but just imagine Castiel ordering his Lieutenant to bed over his desk and get naked.
previous anon. *Bend on the table. Sorry
maybe they're both mostly still in a bit of armor and there's metal clanking and they're both moaning so loud everyone can hear them but they just don't even care uggghhh
rule 63 samandestiel and/or samandestiel at a catholic school please???
They have to be quiet, if any of the priests find them they’ll all get sent home. Dean doesn’t want to think about losing Cas and Alfie. They’ve been friends since they were learning their colors and numbers and there’s no way Dean could live without either of them. It would be like trying to live without his little brother. They’re a part of him.
Alfie’s damn-near biting through his lip, nails digging hard into Dean’s shoulders. Cas coos and kisses his jaw. Dean’s knees are hurting, thighs cramping, but rugby’s put him through worse than this and doesn’t end half as well. If Cas ever gets leg cramps from kneeling like this he doesn’t say anything. Mild discomfort aside, his favorite part has to be how clingy Alfie is. He’s strong for as small as he is and he holds on through every jolt and rough buck. Dean’s wondered a few times if he could take both of them. Being able to feel Cas against him, throbbing and hard as they both fuck up onto a loose and willing hole, god.
Cas slides a hand down and rubs where they’re joined, feeling Dean’s cock as it glides into the other teen’s body. He leans forward and nips at Alfie’s neck. “We’ve got to hurry, the priests will be up soon to ring the bells.”
Dean nods and wraps his arms tight around Alfie, going harder and harder, chasing his orgasm. It’s hard enough to get into the bell tower when no one’s around, it’s going to be a lot worse when people are up and heading right for them.
He feels Alfie clamp down hard, squeezing him and milking him as come lands on both their chests. Right before he finishes he almost thinks about smearing some across the bell, claiming this tiny part of the tower as their own.
