Castiel can get a little possessive of you, he may not understand that it can be considered bad. Even if he does know what he’s doing, he’ll still act clueless.
He doesn’t care if you go on hunts, but if something happens that he considers “too much”, he’s personally showing up to finish it off.
The amount of times you’ve walked out of the bunker, a motel, or just any place, and he’s just standing there. Dean told him that he can’t just appear somewhere, so he just waits patiently outside. You don’t know which is worse.
If you act like you’re hurt, he’ll try and heal you, even if he doesn’t know how that hurt you. Whenever you say ow, he’s immediately moving to heal you, even if it’s just an inanimate object.
Sometimes he brings you random things. Humans find weird things to be sentimental. He’s just given you soda tabs and coins. You have to keep all of them, he knows if you don’t. Not like you’d want to get rid of something he gives you.
Castiel has just randomly appeared with an animal you said you liked once, despite it clawing and biting the living fuck out of him.
He has quite the staring problem, but it some how manages to get worse when he likes someone. He’s never been in love before, and he’s trying to figure you out.
Before any of you even knew about angels, he was stalking you. Sometimes he didn’t even bother to change vessels.
If you’re being hunted by something or someone, he gives you his angel blade if he can’t be there personally. And if it even manages to get within six feet of you, he abandons whatever he’s doing.
He’ll let you shove and hit him if you ever get mad. He always tells you not to because he doesn’t want you hurting yourself, but won’t stop you unless you start bleeding.
Angels don’t need to sleep, but Castiel loves spending the night with you.
Unironically loves birds, especially owls. He will blurt out bird facts whenever you see any. I mainly see him liking owls because they are silent fliers and spend their nights awake, much like him.
After Metatron made him have knowledge of every book, he would talk to you about the books you like, as well as books that he thinks you would also enjoy.
Imagine how soft Castiels wings are. Once he becomes more comfortable with everyone, he’ll start having his wings out more often. Dean has gotten so tired of picking up all of the feathers he finds around the bunker, and oh so conveniently where you like to hangout there.
At first, you have to teach him about what relationships are, how to show affection, and that people can prefer different types of affection. He’s definitely a quality time type of guy. Most of time he just stands there awkwardly if you only just started dating.
He enjoys sneaking up on you. He doesn’t do it because he likes to scare you, but because if you think there’s multiple somethings in the bunker, you immediately call for him.
Wraps his wings around you whenever you’re cold and/or sitting/laying down.
Will gladly be your guard dog. He head butted that guy for Dean, he’ll do a lot more for you.
End of the world Castiel would follow you everywhere. His worlds you died a long time ago, even if you aren’t his, he won’t fail you again.
Literally looks at you like you hung the moon, and he’d gladly tell you that you are much more than the moon to him.
If you say something weird to him, he gives you a strange look
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.
I JUST GOT AN IDEA! I love your himbo!cas AU and I was wondering if I could request this idea?
I was thinking, like, what if Jimmy’s dad decided to encourage him to get together with some young woman around Jimmy’s age from his home town’s church? And maybe the reader was raised to be a good, Christian girl and was sent to finishing school since I’m assuming she’s probably around Jimmy’s economic demographic if his dad wants them together. But it turns out that she’s just as much of a freak as cas is and their relationship, unbeknownst to their families, is open as can be at night (maybe reader is more of a voyerist than a do-er)
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Summary: Jimmy comes home to meet a girl from his church. How bad can it be if she walks in on him playing with himself?
Note: If the service scene sounds more Catholic than Christian it’s because I was raised Catholic lmao. I consider this a bit ooc for Himbo!Cas / Jimmy but who cares!
Thank you all for the recent support, I love reading the stuff in my inbox so don’t be afraid to say hi :3
Part of moving out was to get rid of the confines that came with Chuck’s dedication to his faith. While Jimmy himself has never actually abandoned his faith in the pursuit of a higher education, it’s definitely taken a step to the left to make way for other things.
What wasn’t supposed to happen was for him to receive a call from Chuck asking to meet a girl back at home.
“She can be good for you, Jimmy. You’re both going after the same degree, she’s been at the church as long as you. You— you just need to meet her.”
As much as he doesn’t want to, Jimmy makes his way back home for the holidays in time for Sunday service. The state of the church reflects the people there: wealthy. Church bells chime at 8am and the masses rise in tandem with the sound. Jimmy’s in his best suit and tie, topped off with his trench coat to atone for the chill that accompanies the stone building. With his hair is styled and face clean shaven, he looks fresh. Clean. Put together.
Like a good little servant.
The morning ends with a reservation for breakfast at the tea house down the way. Jimmy stands around shyly, looking for a seat where he won’t have to speak to anyone— maybe a table with chatty old folk or a group that’s already well established.
He takes a seat at the first empty table he sees and throws his coat over the back of the chair, head down to look at the lightbulb reflecting off the plate. Then he feels a tap to his shoulder.
“Um, Jimmy?” You say gently. It’s hard to tell if he’s scared or in a bad mood.
He lifts his head. Jimmy’s nose is pink from the cold and he looks much more handsome in person.
“Hello.”
“Chuck sent me over here…he says we should meet?”
“Oh. You know my daddy?”
“Yessir.”
“I’m sorry.”
You giggle. “He’s a smart man, at least on paper. He wrote a letter to me about you.”
You sit beside Jimmy and pick up a menu. The table fills with random churchgoers and the soft chattering does something to ease the awkwardness of your first encounter. Jimmy doesn’t know what to say…you are pretty, and you seem smart, but the lifestyle that he lives would probably send you into a coma.
“He says we’re getting the same degree.” You add. “Religious studies. Chuck suggested I go back with you to take a tour of your campus. I’m looking to get my master’s too, and he says you put a lot of thought into where you wanted to study.”
Jimmy nods and gives you a shy smile.
He orders a pb&j, a tea, and a ginger ale. The food isn’t going to be the cheap grocery store quality he enjoys, but it does the trick. You order your own sandwiches and tea and Jimmy starts getting curious about what Chuck’s been saying about him. He straightens his posture and leans in towards you.
“Is that all he says about me?” Jimmy asks. When the tea arrives he drinks it with a splash of milk, stirring four times and tapping the spoon to the lip of the cup delicately. Going to fancy restaurants and keeping up appearances at home isn’t something he missed.
“He says you call sometimes, and that he’s surprised you showed up.”
Jimmy sighs. You seem so good-natured, it hurts knowing you’ve been tricked to think well of him. The sandwiches arrive soon after: dainty, finger sized things with the crusts cut off, served on cute ceramic plates and guaranteed to make you leave hungrier than when you arrived.
“I don’t think a campus tour would suit your tastes.” He replies honestly. “The culture is different from here.”
“You talk about it like I’ve never been let outside before.” You scoff.
“Some families are like that. Then you have to run away to discover what you enjoy, all on your own.” God knows Jimmy did, but he’s not sure of God approves.
“Mine isn’t like that.” You look Jimmy up and down. “I know what I like.”
Both of you stop to pray before eating.
Chuck’s mansion is decorated head to toe in gaudy decorations and religious decor like the words ‘church’ and ‘Tuscan’ were the only two descriptors he gave the interior designers. Jimmy is forced to stay at Chuck’s to ‘catch up with the community’— funny when Chuck hardly interacts with the community outside of the church— but Jimmy’s since retired to his room where his personal bathroom is connected.
The look that you gave him…there’s only a few others places he’s seen that look, and none of them were given while he was sober. Jimmy strips down to his pants and undoes his belt. Staring into the brass bathroom mirror, he splashes water on his face to get rid of the guilt.
He shouldn’t be thinking about people like that. A day without someone treating him like meat and he’s already aching for someone to grab him and do whatever they want until he’s purple all over. It only makes itself worse knowing his thoughts wander to a girl he’s just met.
He can’t help that it’s what he wants.
A smoke will get him in the mood for a distraction. He pops open the bathroom window, sits on the toilet, and takes in the mediocre taste of something pre-rolled. His frat brothers would’ve helped him out if they were here— a group to hold him down and coo in false sympathy while he’s whining for a hand on his cock.
Joint in his right hand, his left starts to rub the ache out. He feels light headed and happy, more like himself and less like Jimmy Novak. He lets the joint sit between his lips while he builds a steady rhythm rocking his hips against his palm. He whines, spreading his quivering legs in between deep breaths and long pumps like a desperate animal. He wants to go back to school.
“Unh…ah….shit….” It hurts to rub himself while dry, but it’s the only good pain he’s going to get until the holiday’s over. His head hangs loose on his neck and the smoke starts tangling in his hair. Jimmy’s never considered himself the sexually frustrated type, but he’s also never been away long enough to really know until now. When it hurts too much to keep rubbing dry he spits on his palm and keeps going.
What if Jimmy did take you on a campus tour? Do what Daddy wants from him by leading you around the nice parts of campus, take you to the cafe (for food worth actually worth eating), and introduce you to his brothers at Delta Psi-O. You wouldn’t have to know what he does at night, and Chuck might get off his case about coming back home to meet potential partners.
His eyebrows scrunch up and he squeezes his eyes shut. Blood rushes straight through his body at the thought.
He’s good. He’s so so good. He does what people ask of him and he’s so good for it.
It’s what people tell him at school at least.
The throbbing in his hand only grows when the joint in his mouth is gone. Fond memories flood back and he misses his real home. He misses Balthazar, he misses Gabriel, he misses the strangers that don’t mind when he’s gross, he misses—
“Jimmy?”—
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You push the door open and see Jimmy sitting on the toilet lid shirtless. His pants are on but the zipper is wide open, doing nothing to cover up the mess he just made in his hands. His eyes blow wide and he looks around in confusion like a helpless animal. He can barely choke out a sentence:
“Y-you’re not supposed to be here.”
Why aren’t you going away? Why are you just standing there? The whole room reeks and he looks like he’s just run a marathon.
You swallow the gob of spit that forms in your throat, heat flushing your cheeks and ears.
“Jimmy?”
Jimmy whimpers a bit. At this point people would be calling him Castiel and ripping off the rest of his clothes. “Y-yeah?”
You wave the smell of smoke away from your nose to no avail. Chuck was right when he wrote about Jimmy being suitable as a partner— but he probably wasn’t thinking about this side of it. Jimmy’s sweating bullets knowing at any moment she could run downstairs and tell the whole world that he’s a disgusting pervert. He wipes at the snot and sweat on his upper lip waiting for an answer.
“Can I help?”
Jimmy’s whole body convulses in shock. He’d cum again if he wasn’t putting all his energy into holding himself back. You shut the door and sit on the lip of the bathtub in front of the toilet, watching his poor attempt at saving face. When Jimmy can finally calm down, he sits still like he’s waiting for a command.
“Help…?” He wines through gritted teeth. He can’t bear to look at you.
“I’m not touching you if that’s what you’re asking.” You laugh at the sight of him squirming. “Not there at least. I’m helping myself to a piece of you.”
All you do is watch. Make him sit in the uncomfortable quiet of his own soft panting, sweat and snot dripping onto the tile floor. He’d cum when you caught him in the act and you don’t feel inspired enough to let him finish twice.
Jimmy bites his tongue before he can tell you he thinks this is hot.
“I need to have a shower.” Jimmy finally spouts. “If you’re not going to do anything, I’d like to do that.”
You do think about it.
“Okay.” You get up, not without taking another long look at him. “When are you going back to school, Jimmy?”
“Um…tomorrow. Night.”
Your face softens. “Can you let me know if you change your mind about the campus tour? I know I don’t need your permission, but it would be nice for someone to give me a thorough overview of the whole place. And teach me about the culture, of course.”
You talk as if the position he’s in is something normal. Jimmy only nods and thanks you when you give him a towel.
“Does he take care of you? Or could I easily fill his shoes?”
cw: Castiel x Female!reader, yearning, cheating, autistic!Castiel, smut (oral (fem!rec), fingering (fem!rec) p in v, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THIS), cervix hitting, Castiel has a big dick, squirting, grinding, technically age gap (he’s a zillion years old), reader is mid twenties, Dean cameo, praise kink, dumbification, NOT proofread lol, lmk if i missed any!
wc: 3.2k
a/n: it’s been two years since i wrote smut or fanfiction at all, so please be nice to me.
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Hunting with Sam and Dean was easy, find a case, research it, kill it. That was the routine. Till you met Castiel, the angel you were told pulled Dean from hell.
The first time you met him, was when he told the brothers that Sam’s soul was locked in Lucifer’s cage. Even then you were struck. Something about him was ethereal. Apart from the whole angel thing.
From the moment you met him, the second he looked into your eyes, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Your relationship with your boyfriend, that is.
Over the year Sam was supposed to be in hell. You’d gotten a break like Dean had. You’d gotten a normal job in your hometown, living with your parents, and you ended up with a partner. Parts of you had doubts but you couldn’t care about them. Not when you were happy. Mostly.
He was….good. Stable. Your boyfriend understood your line of work when you had to go back. You told him you’d always be in touch, call him everyday, never let him think you were dead.
That is, till the angel showed up.
Since then you’ve been slacking, texting your boyfriend maybe once a day, no longer updating him on cases, barely letting him know you were doing okay.
Your thoughts were consumed by the angel. Drinks you’d had with him, glances from across the room, subtle brushes of your hands when walking together, everything.
But he never stayed.
You knew about the civil war in heaven. You knew he’d told Dean he would stay if he could. You knew that, so why’d it leave you so empty when he left?
Unbeknownst to you, Castiel was in it worse than you were.
He’d had secret meetings with Dean, trying to crack the code of you. He knew he couldn’t go to Sam, who in their right mind trusts a man with no soul anyways?
Dean had given him advice he didn’t hate the sound of.
“Okay I don’t get it, why can’t you just confess your ‘undying angelic love’ for her to her face?” Dean said with a massive hint of sarcasm.
“But don’t tell her you love her!” Dean said. Castiel tilted his head.
“Girls like that nonchalant type guy, so you keep them on their toes.” Deans smirked.
Though he was an angel, Castiel knew women did not like that.
“She has a partner. You and I both know this, Dean. It would be…against human morals I’ve learned.” Castiel replied, unsure of himself.
“So? When has that ever stopped the guy from getting the girl?” Dean paused and sat down of the other motel bed, “Listen, Cas, I know you can see inside her head and I’m not an idiot, she likes you, we all know that. I say sit her down and have a gentle talk with her about your feelings, like lovesick teenagers,”
That flipped a switch in Castiel’s love-rusted brain. Once Dean had turned around for a beer to once more aid his ever-growing alcoholism, the angel had vanished.
That’s how you ended up here, two weeks later after that final conversation about you, trying too hard to keep yourself from pouncing on the ‘man’.
Right now, he had you cornered.
“Tell me, right now,” he starts. “Does he take care of you, like I do? How easily could I fill his shoes?” he stares, deep into you. waiting for a response. Looking in his eyes you see all of him. All the love and longing built up in his angelic heart. All of it. All for you.
“That’s the problem, Cas! It’d be like he never even existed!” you heave, wanting to sob into his stupid trench coat. “It wouldn’t be fair to him.” you say, meekly. It’s been at least ten minutes of heated conversation. So much for “gentle”.
He’s so close to you. Your bodies inches apart as you almost yell in his face. Tears well up in your eyes, your heart becomes heavier.
“I want you, Cas. So bad it hurts. It does. But…” you trail off. “But what?” he asks you. His hands come up to cradle your face as your tears spill. His thumbs wipes most of them away before they reach your chin.
You’re almost sobbing, not being able to form a morally right response. For a moment you stare into him. A moment that feels like forever. His eyes have met yours with a determined softness. As you see him, he sees all of you.
Watching your lips, he leans in slightly. His face closer than ever. His eyes flicker up to yours, looking for permission. You don’t respond, you can’t. So you close the gap.
You’ve kissed him a couple times before. One time dared by Dean, another time drunk off your ass, the third alone in a motel room. Every time you stopped it before it could go somewhere it couldn’t come back from. Every time you knew it was wrong.
But now? Now nothing matters. Maybe nothing ever did.
This kiss was nothing like the others. It was the past 6 months crashing down over you both like waves. Full of yearning, apologies, and love. But you’re not sure you wanted to admit that last part yet.
“I need to know you want this.”He pulled back to ask in that ever-so-gruff voice of his. “Because I don’t think I can stop once we start.” He needed you, maybe more than you needed him. “Cas, please. Please, baby, I want this, I want you.” you told him.
With that, his mouth was back on yours in a heartbeat. Moving with a newfound confidence that transcended the experience you thought he had. His tongue swiping your bottom lip, asking you to open up for him.
His tongue in your mouth made your knees buckle, almost falling. In an instant, you were picked up off the ground and thrown onto the motel bed. His mouth returned to yours. His hands beginning to roam down your body. Your shoulders, chest, waist, back, hips. He was all over you.
His hands reached the backs of your thighs, moving them to straddle his hips. With that, he ground his growing bulge into your core. Fuck, you hadn’t realized how turned on you were. Castiel felt it too, letting out a loud groan and the feeling of your wetness through your jeans.
He leans back from kissing you to stand up and look at your clothed pussy. His thumb presses into your clit. Your hips jerk but his eyes stay fixated. “I need these off,” he says, bluntly.
“So take ‘em off, baby” you tell him. That’s when he looks at you. Your hair ruffed, lying on the bed propping yourself up on your elbows. Your jeans are off in an instant, leaving you in your soaked panties. You begin to close your thighs, feeling exposed. “No.” Suddenly two, very strong, hands are pinning your thighs apart, putting you on display for him.
He drops to his knees, looking up at you for permission. You nod your head, almost too clouded to think clearly. He licks a stripe up your clothed slit. Entrance to clit. You cover your mouth as you moan, loud. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you, my angel.”
“Let me take these off,” he says as he pulls the elastic of your underwear back and snaps it back. You whimper out a yes, then they’re gone. Pulled off your legs and then stuffed into a pocket of his trench coat. You open your mouth in disbelief. He noticed “I’d like to keep these. A souvenir, if you will.”
He once again, spreads your thighs. Your bare pussy now on display for him. Before you can do anything, he presses a soft kiss to your clit. then begins kitten licking it. Your hands fist the bedsheets as he becomes bolder with his mouth.
Flattening his tongue against your clit then beginning to suck on it. The pressure in your stomach building faster than ever before. Your hands move to his hair and you curl your fingers in it, needing purchase. your hips begin to rock into his mouth, grinding yourself on his tongue. You can’t move very far through, his large hands still pinning you to the bed.
As he’s sucking your clit, you feel a finger swipe through your slick. You barely have time to think before he’s working you open on his finger. It’s not bad of a stretch, but his fingers are much larger than your own. He groans at how tight you are, imagining how you’ll feel around his dick.
Eventually, he stuffs another finger into you. He thrusts his fingers and curls them. Finding your g-spot so quickly you’d think he’d studied your body a thousand times before. You almost scream. He pulls back, worried. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, referring to your scream. “No no, baby,” you breathe out. “Keep going.”
That’s all he needs before diving back into you. Meticulously taking you apart piece by piece. You’d think he’d never have eaten before with how he’s eating your pussy right now. He’s moaning into you as he eats you. Sending vibrations through your clit so frequently your body’s jerking around almost violently.
“Cas!…I’m close..Fuck! Im gonna cum!” you say in between moans. “Please cum, I need to see you, feel you as you do. Please baby.” He saying while sucking you. Half of it coming out muffled and slurred with how drunk he is on your pussy.
Your climax is building fast. A train hurling its way towards you. “Oh fuck! Cas, please!” you yell. He thrusts his fingers harder, curls them more deliberately, sucks your clit more vigorously than before.
“Cas! Oh god….!” Your orgasm hits you hard. Your thighs clenching around his head, suffocating him, if angels can.
As you grind yourself through your climax, he continues stimulating you till you have to push his head away from between your thighs.
Your hands leave his hair as he sits back on his heels. His pupils are blown wide, his hair’s a mess, your slick covers the bottom half of his face. “You’re beautiful..” you whisper. He looks at you in what seems to be disbelief. He stands back up you kiss up your lying figure.
“You are the most gracious, most beautiful woman on this planet. I thought I’d known heaven before, but now I know. It’s here, with you. You are my own personal heaven. My father took his time with you.”
Any doubt you had ever had in your life washed away with his words.
His hands and eyes roam over your body in tandem. Worshipping you. In an instant, your head’s lying against the pillow of the cheap motel bed.
“I want to savor you. To savor this, but…” he pauses, hands moving up under your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra. “I don’t believe it to be within my wits as of now.”
“Castiel, please. I want you, all of you. Don’t hold back, please” you beg him. He leans down, kissing you for the nth time.
“Oh Sweetheart, don’t beg,” he breathes into your open mouth. “I’ll give you want you need.” He pulls you up to take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Then even that is gone in a matter of seconds.
He takes you in fully for the first time. Though you see the awe in his eyes, you can’t help but feel….heavy under the weight of his gaze. You move to cover yourself, also taking in how clothed he is.
The minute his angel-brain catches up on your insecurity, he’s gripping your wrists in his hands, holding them to his chest. “No, my angel. I want to see you, I need it.” He releases your hands, his move to your chest once more. Rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, making you squirm.
He brings his clothed bulge to your soaked, overstimulated pussy. The zipper of his slacks catching your clit just the right way. You paw at his chest, babbling something about how he has too many clothes on. You’re barely understandable but he understands you just fine.
he makes quick work of his tie, trench coat, and blazer. Still managing to grind against you. You bring yourself up to his face to get him to shove his tongue down your throat. Your fingers fumble with his button down, getting annoyed and leaving it half unbuttoned.
“Switch with me, now.” You pull away from him to command. You get up off the bed and lightly shove him down to where you were. Head on the pillow, his thick bulge on full display.
You swing your leg over his lap, your core landing straight onto his. He lets out a loud groan. You have to remind him there’s people next door. His hands fly to your waist when you grind down on him. Back and forth again and again. You’re sure his hands will leave bruises he’ll heal with his grace the next morning.
You sit back on his thighs and he whines. “Wait- baby, what-“ You shush him. Hands trailing down his torso down to his slacks. You grip him through his pants. That gets a reaction from the angel. Rubbing his cock isn’t enough, you need it in you. Now.
You undo his pants and pull down his boxers, his dick springing free, hitting his stomach. The sheer weight of it pulls it down to his stomach. For a moment you can’t do anything but stare. He’s…way bigger than you thought he’d be. You’d think it came straight from a playgirl magazine. You said you wouldn’t compare him to your boyfriend but….there’s no need to say who’s more blessed.
As you move yourself back up to rub your soaked pussy on his cock, his hands move to grip your ass even harder than he did your waist.
The feeling was nothing like you’d ever felt before. You felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your clit. His tip catching it just the right way. He threw his head back, his adam’s apple prominent in his throat. His hands moving you along him just the way you both needed.
“Castiel, let me-“ you lift yourself up a bit, grabbing his dick and lining it up with your entrance.
Sinking down on his cock was better than you ever imagined. The stretch of him burned in the best way. You saw him fight the urge to slam you down his length, opting to move you up and down lightly. You let yourself sink down further, about halfway now. “F-fuck..” you breathe out.
Castiel is seething below you. Watching where the two of you meet through the eyes of a predator. His control, he already said was gone, hanging on my a thread. Your pussy involuntarily squeezes him, his length become too much.
That small squeeze made him tip over the edge. His hands slam you down onto his lap, his cock fully seated inside of you. You almost scream, covering your mouth a little too late. Fuck, if you thought it was too much before, now? Now he’s hitting your cervix just by existing.
“Hold on- let me adjust, baby” you breathlessly tell him. He’s slowing grinding up into you from
below. His hand moves so he can rub your clit with his thumb. His other moving to grope your chest.
You move up, just a few inches, and put yourself back down. His body tightens up for a second, feeling your walls for the very first time.
You settle in to a slow-ish rhythm. It’s not on purpose, you’d go faster, harder, if you could. But he’s so big, he’s making your legs shake with every movement. His thumb still rubbing circles on your clit.
After a while of this, you fall forward onto him, unable to keep going after you fucked yourself dumb on his dick. “Cas, please-“ Your hands come to cradle his face in front of yours, kissing him. “What do you want me to do?” he asks in between kissing you.
“P-prop your legs up,” you tell him. You move yourself up once more, just a bit. “Now fuck me,” you whisper in his ear.
That ignites something in him. His hands move to your waist. His hips meet yours in a brutal thrust. His balls slapping your ass. Your clit hitting his pelvis.
You scream, suddenly forgetting the people next door. Your hands burrow in his hair and your face dives into his neck. The pressure of his dick dragging against your walls was driving you insane, making you go stupid on his cock as his thrusts make your whole body shake.
Suddenly he pulls out and shoves you down on the bed, now on top of you. He pushes your knees up to your chest and pushes himself back in.
He immediately hits your g-spot. A cry tearing through you. He stills for a second, analyzing you then starts bullying that spot inside of you. His hand moves to rub your clit once more, adding to the endless pleasure. You don’t think you could form a proper sentence if you tired. Your world shrinking down to just him.
“You like that, my angel? You like going dumb on my cock?” he asks.
Where the fuck did he learn to say that!? you distantly think.
You nod frantically, tears stinging in your eyes. “Cas! I’m close-“
“Call me by my name, then you can cum.” he demands.
“Cas-“ you begin.
“My real name,” He punctuates with three very hard thrusts, your ass is sure to be bruised.
“Castiel! Please let me cum, i need it!-“ His thumb presses harder on your clit. “Then cum.” he commands. Waves crash over you hard, screaming his name as you climax. Squeezing him tighter and tighter.
But Cas? He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting every spot. It’s too much, you can’t take it.
“Castiel, I-I cant-“ you plead with the angel.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. I couldn’t have you for months, you think i’m only making you cum twice?” He tells you.
“It feels weird- like i’m gonna p-pee,” you barely say.
His response? He presses down on your lower stomach. Making you feel all of him. Tears run like rivers down your face at the pleasure.
“I’m close, my angel.” You can hear him breaking down, feel his thrusts getting more erratic by the second.
The feeling doesn’t stop, it intensifies furthermore.
“I’m gonna-!” You barely get to announce it before you’re squirting all over his cock and lower stomach, soaking him.
Your release triggers his own. Hot, white spurts of cum painting your walls throughly.
He collapses next to you, breathing harder than any angel should.
He calls your name, moving himself closer to you. “I love you” he says while stroking your hair. You look back at him, not sure what your face says.
It must not be comforting because he looks panicked. You lean up to kiss him. “I love you too” You tell him. His face softens into that of a lovestruck man.
He tucks your hair behind your ear. “Dean said I shouldn’t tell you, but I can’t help myself.”
“Well Dean is an idiot,” you whisper back to him, kissing him once more.
Castiel leaves the bed to go get you a wet towel from the motel bathroom. He wipes between your thighs, careful not to touch your sore, aching core.
He crawls back up next to you, kiss your head as you drift off to sleep.
Summary: something something about you noticing the two winchesters are somewhat “protected” by their beings with wings makes you wonder.
Pairing: basically team free will x reader, + gabriel x reader
Warnings: fluff, teasing (mostly from dean)
Word count: 1.5k
Finally a part 2!! Sorry this took so long
Cas tilts his head like usual, trying to find a proper answer for you without wanting to hurt your feelings, while Dean gawks at you, trying to figure out your intent behind this sudden realisation, and Sam glances uneasily between everyone else, silently asking if anyone knew what to say.
Leaning back on the chair you continue, “I mean I've been on enough jobs and hunts with you guys,” gesturing towards them again “I think I deserve a little more credit you know”
Dean raises an eyebrow, Sam furrows his eyebrows closer in confusion
“Like my own personal protective angel.”
The one to finally crack is dean, he releases a short snort which develops into a deep laugh.
“..What?” you chuckle, your grin starting to falter. “I’m serious y’know” now standing from your seat, “you two are blessed with celestial beings so naturally it made me wonder where my one is”
The only response you start to get is the growing laugh coming from Dean, as if he just finished watching a Chris Rock special, they’re not even that funny anyways. Sam, like the lost deer he is, waits for anyone in the room to explain the joke, though there is none.
“I don’t see what’s so funny” you mutter
“Your own protective angel?,” Dean laughs “Seriously sweetheart? never expected you to be so demanding about heavens winged creatures”
“Dean” Castiel warns slightly
You scoff and cross your arms “Well excuse me for wanting some hard-earned recognition for my successful hunter labour,” Walking around the table you get closer to where the rest of the group is, in hopes they’ll see this as the serious issue it is. Not that serious but you deserve some type of compensation for very honourable work towards the brothers and dedicating most of your life towards the hunting business, is that too much to ask?! More eyes stare, wanting a more justifiable reason “Yes, seriously.”
“You gonna put in a request?” Dean adds-on
“Maybe.”
He snorts again.
“So what type are you looking for? Are we talking peter-pan sweet and naive or someone a bit more macho man guard dog?” Dean’s teasing smirk spreads on his face as he drags on his mocking.
Sam softly chuckles.
You squint your eyes at him, “you know all this mockery is just gonna make me drag this longer than it should”
“We could always leave this for another time” Sam tries.
You gasp dramatically “Sam! you're really going to back your brother on this? I thought you enjoyed my company more than that!” while bringing your fists towards your chest, clutching your heart like he just smashed it in half.
“Wait hold on-” Before dean can start his rebuttal, Sam interrupts.
“Just saying we can continue this on a clearer head”
“Good for you Sammy but my head has never been clearer than it is after this discovery”
He makes a small acknowledging sound before turning back to his laptop. Dean's expression softens for a moment before hiding it behind another scoff.
"Fine, we'll get you an angel."
"Really?" Your eyes light up briefly before smiling innocently
"No"
Your smile drops "Jerk"
"Had to make sure you weren't getting your hopes up," he grins “I mean come on, you don't actually want one of those"
Castiel's brows furrow.
"Why not?" Raising an eyebrow at him
"Because he'd follow you around everywhere"
"I already do that." Cas casually replies
Dean pauses "ok, bad example” Sam lets out a laugh, shaking his head.
There's a small silence in the room before Gabriel announces his presence.
“Alright then,” Gabriel claps his hand, finally deciding to join in the conversation “since your gonna pre-order yourself an angel might as well make a list”
Everyone turns to him, realising he was watching from afar. This is his forte anyways, being part of the audience, watching the chaos unfold until the opportunity to make things more entertaining is simply too good to pass up.
You raise one of your eyebrows “A list?”
He moves away from where he was standing, behind Sam’s back, and slowly makes his way towards you “Yeah I mean, since I am one of the more powerful angels in the room I gotta know what I’m working with” He finishes with a smirk. Castiel shoots him a look after his statement.
You squint your eyes at him, always been a bit skeptical about him, who wouldn't be? when the brothers thought they were hunting the trickster turned out to be one of the archangels.
You start shifting on your toes and sigh dramatically, “Fine. Someone nice” Dean shakes his head and firmly crosses his arm “Too vague”
“Patient”
“Unrealistic” he takes a seat next to Sam, because for him this conversation calls for sitting down. You continue “Funny”
“Definitely unrealistic.”
You glare at him.
He raises his arms up, “hey I'm trying to help”
“You're making fun of me”
“I'm multitasking.”
You pause for a second “Anyways.. someone who's protective"
Dean nods seriously “Ok, protective. Got it.”
“And that can actually listen, you know,” Dean makes a small agreeing sound, “someone who's not completely emotionally constipated.”
He pauses for a moment as a small grin appears on his lips “well it seems like we are reaching for the stars now” he smiles so wide someone might mistake it for genuine interest
Your glare just hardens with every one of his little comments while Castiel looks genuinely confused. “What does emotionally constipated mean?”
“Don't worry about it, Cas” Sam chuckles.
Dean points at you, “Hey, keep going, what else?”
You think for a moment, “Someone who's dependable.”
“Boring”
“Dean”
“What? You're describing a golden retriever.”
“Sorry didn’t know that was too much to ask” You scoff at him, deciding to take a seat opposite the brothers after they, mostly dean, worked you down to the gods about a very simple request. Leaning back on the chair you think about all the qualities your angel should have, hopefully. Patient, funny, protective, dependable.. for anyone this makes it seem like the bare minimum when people talk about what they would want their future partner to have, but that's not what you seek for, not the label at least, there's a bright line between partner and guardian angel. Before you can let your thoughts spiral deeper, Gabriel pipes up.
“Don’t you think you're missing something?”
You furrow your eyebrows “What do you mean?”
“Personally, I think you should get one with a decent sense of fashion”
You look over at him “That's not important”
“It absolutely is”
“Why?”
“Because if you're gonna have a celestial body follow you around, you might as well have something pretty to look at”
Dean groans. “Oh, God”
“You asked!” Gabriel throws his hands up.
“I thought you were gonna give some actual useful advice” You deadpan and turn back to Dean.
“Lastly, someone who can keep up with me.”
Dean looks you up and down “Now that might be asking too much.”
“Shut up.” muttering at him
He lets out a small laugh “so, let me get this straight.” He starts counting on his fingers. “Nice, patient, funny, protective, listens, emotionally available, dependable, doesn't baby you, can keep up with you-”
“And handsome.”
Dean stops
“Ah.”
You grin
“There it is”
“What?”
“You just had to throw handsome in there” He points at you as if he finally got to the whole point of your celestial body inquiry.
You lean closer towards him and rest your arms on the table. “Well, if I'm getting an angel, I'm allowed to have preferences.”
Sam looks between the two of you with an amused expression before covering his mouth with his hand to laugh as his shoulders start to shake.
Dean shakes his head, smiling widely.
“Anything else? Six-foot-tall? Blue eyes? Wings? Maybe a deep, gravelly voice?” He mimics Castiel’s tone before finishing his last sentence
You narrow your eyes at him while raising one your eyebrows “Are you making fun of me or filling out the application?”
“A little bit of both.”
Sam finally barks out his laugh quickly trying to disguise it as a cough, which he does terribly while Gabriel looks far too entertained.
“Alright I’m going to run through this again you want a hot, emotionally available angel who's gonna follow you around, protect you, listen to your problems, never tell you what to do, and somehow tolerate your attitude.”
You gasp at him dramatically while sitting up better in your chair “Wow good job dean it seems like you're finally starting to get it now!” Finishing with a sweet smile plastered on your face. Dean nods slowly before turning to Gabriel "Yeah well..good luck finding that in Heaven or whatever you make.”
Castiel, who's been listening intently since your create-your-own angel checklist, comments “I do believe there may be several angels who fit that description”
You huff out a laugh as Sam and Dean stare at him, subconsciously telling to not drag this any longer than it already is. Castiel just furrows his brows back at them.
The room quietly takes in the moment before Dean, of course him, decides to add his last two cents to it.
“Well, kid, sounds like you're asking for a miracle”
You smile softly at him as you tilt your head, teasing him one last time.
Watching and consensually recording himbo!castiel slut himself out to other people at the party you’re invited to because you like watching his usually confident self get all squirmy and flustered at the thought of you going back to video to get off, wondering what it would look like
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Castiel doesn’t bring people to parties. He just doesn’t. He meets people there and asks those who know Jimmy to keep that name under lock and key. His face, however, is a different story.
Cas doesn’t have problems with the recordings— girls with their cutesy flip phones shoving them up his shirt or guys with their kodaks taking snapshots of his face after taking a mouthful of the guy on top of him. His barrage of questionable desires outweigh a little bit of exhibitionism, ignoring the obvious fact that he finds the thought of a camera hot. It makes him feel like a celebrity or someone important, like a local camboy who does it purely for the love of the game.
You are no exception to the local camera crew. You’ve been to St. Delta a few times to understand how things tend to go, and maybe you felt kind enough to torment the local toy with a flashing red light.
And there he is.
Castiel’s not busy, surprisingly. His head is poking out of the bathroom door, hair a soaked mess, eyes red from a very strong smoke. Balthazar has Castiel by the hair, yanking him back against the bathroom sink trying to calm him down.
“You can go play in a minute! You’re filthy, Castiel, it’s a bad look even for you.”
“Calm down baby boy…” Gabriel says mockingly, almost like a stern parent. He’s got a camera in his hand too, and it’s crammed directly in Castiel’s flushed face. He gives Castiel an encouraging pat on the back. Castiel laughs at the camera, a little dazed.
“What’s the word?” Balthazar takes a towel to Castiel’s face and wipes him off.
“Hm…”
“I don’t hear words.” Balthazar snaps his fingers in front of Castiel’s face. It’s common to see them go back and forth about these things, but it’s only out of concern for Castiel’s reckless behavior. He can’t stop his behavior, but he can make sure nobody’s out to hurt him.
“Honeybee…”
“Are you using it?”
“No…”
He gives Castiel’s shoulders a squeeze and a once over to make sure he’s not on the verge of passing out. “You gonna let the locals tape you like this? You look like you offer services behind dumpsters…but I suppose you’re not above that.”
“Yeah.”
Gabriel takes another picture of Castiel before kicking him out of the bathroom.
It doesn’t matter what led up to it, but you’re in it now. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, Castiel’s head in your lap, looking up at the camcorder in your hand. He blinks in tandem with the red light flashing in the corner— being so close to it hurts his tired eyes now that he’s sobered up a bit. Someone’s busy kissing and biting Cas’s neck for him to really care about what you’re doing though.
“Do I look good…?” Castiel murmurs, tilting his head up to look at you better, and to allow the stranger better access to his body. He waves at the camera with his pointer finger as if he knows who you are.
“So pretty.” You smile.
“What’re you going to do with it?”
You set the camera down next to his face, head dipping beside his ear. He smells like weed. Strong. It does well to cover up the smell of Castiel’s stench of sweat and sex. “Home video. For when you’re too busy getting passed around like a 2$ slut to give the paparazzi some attention.”
Castiel’s eyes widen. He realizes that he’s never actually thought about what people do with the videos of him. He thinks about playing up the filth, making it gross and unbearable so you’d rather vomit at the sight than go home and cum to it.
“You have me now.” He quickly offers himself up, adjusting his head on your lap like he’s ready for your next command. Your eyes dart from his to the person getting busy between Castiel’s thighs as if to say: ‘Do I really?’
You don’t even want to touch him anyway. Filthy is a kind way of describing the man on your lap: half naked might be a better descriptor. “Do you want me to stop?” You pick the camera back up to record his body, what people are doing to him, then his face where he’s decorated in blush.
Castiel freezes. As much as he’d like to convince himself otherwise— he doesn’t want to disappoint you. He wants to be good for you. He likes it.
You do either sweep of his body while he thinks: that toned body of his clenching its abs, the sweat and cum mixing on his lower abdomen to create a shine around his tattooed groin: a church and the frat’s Greek letters, in blue.
“N-no.” He murmurs, eyes locking with the camera lens, knowing when you go home and watch it back you’ll have to make eye contact the nervous wreck in him. “But if you do anything to yourself with it…don’t be gentle. It’s not what I’m used for.”
He stares at the blinking red until you’re satisfied.
he’s surpisingly cuddly for an angel. eons of not being touched, let alone held will do that to you. you’d stroke his black locks while watching tv, smiling softly as his eyes—so blue they were almost translucent—gazed up at you adoringly. his wings fluttered gently. you paused. castiel only brought them forth with those he truly trusted. it took a great deal of his energy keeping them hidden. you reached down to stroke a feather.
“mm…”
they were incredibly soft. your hands ventured lower, dipping beneath his wings and tracing a short line up and down. those gorgeous blue eyes fluttered shut, a pink flush overtaking his otherworldly complexion. he rocked his hips against your midriff. “y/n,” he groaned, bloating pupils swallowing his irises. “stop that.”
you didn’t listen.
you rubbed fast little circles, fingertips pushing up from beneath his wing and it was like setting off a bomb. his wings snapped up, pulsing with grace. he was heaving. castiel didn’t even breathe.
“you,” he rasped, sitting up with quivering thighs. “you don’t understand what you’re doing.”
you responded by rubbing all up on his back. the angel came tumbling down.
you slotted your thigh between his, giving his aching cock much needed relief. his eyes rolled back, instinctually grinding down. you chuckled darkly at this display, palming his wings, fingering between the dark feathers. “please! pleasepleaseplease-”
you craned your neck to lick a stripe on the top of his wing. his hips bucked, gyrating wildly as his arms wrapped around you, squeezing the air out of you as his cock came pathetically in his pants.
you cooed softly, stroking his soft feathers as his hips gave little thrusts, stars bursting behind his eyes as he gazed up at you with more adoration than you’ve ever seen.
little did you know this meant the angel saw you as a mate. his mate.
