#windriel

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lucifer is something of a recluse. he'd rather be alone, doesnt much like people. he built his house from the ground up and rarely leaves it. one day, out his window he sees a man just staring at his house. it bothers lucifer quite a lot - he doesn't like strangers on his property - so he goes outside to confront the man. "get off my property or i will call the cops," lucifer says. 1/2

"oh sorry, man. it's just- im an architecture student, sam. your house is amazing. do you know what year it was built?" when lucifer, with some pride, tells him he built the house, this invites a whole slew of questions. for some reason, lucifer finds that he doesn't mind. so he invites sam in to answer all of his questions. they talk all evening, going so late that lucifer invites sam to stay the night rather than walk home in the dark. and lucifer would rather sam be safe. (2/2)

hush maddi my heart can only take so much

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WHAT IF SAMANDRIEL GETS GIGGLY AFTER REALLY BIG ORGASMS

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[antivancoffeelover]

it's so cold in my room right now and all i can think about is a really grumpy cas and alfie huddled up together in the covers while dean pads around their room in just his boxers and they seriously wonder how the hell he isn't freezing

plus them being all petulant and trying to get dean to come back to bed awwwwhhh

[antivancoffeelover]

Dean, Cas and Alfie hanging around their house on a cold day. They snuggle up under the blankets together- they've got warm cozy sweaters on top, but they've decided this is a no-pants day. They lay back-to-chest, tangling their legs together, just using the blankets and each other for warmth. Their hands wander, exploring each other under the covers, tickling over a thigh, a butt cheek, a cock. There's no goal, just playing and cuddling and loving, and whispering gently in each other's ears.

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maddi you spoil me too much ahhhh

windriel submitted:

It starts with one finger, just one. On his stomach, Samandriel moans at the slim intrusion as it begins to pump, swirl around.

“Give me more,” Samandriel demands, looking over his shoulder in time to see his boyfriends break their kiss.

The slide in of Castiel’s dry finger alongside Dean’s burns slightly without more lube, but it’s a pleasant ache. Their fingers push in and out in perfect synchronization. Samandriel gasps when one of the fingers breaks rhythm to curl into his prostate.

“Fuck!” he cries out and shudders.

“What do you say to another?” Dean asks. Samandriel’s not sure who he’s asking, but he answers anyway.

“Yes, fuck, please,” he begs, canting his ass into the air to drive their fingers deeper.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

This time, not just one finger, but two enter him. Samandriel cries out with surprise at the thicker-than-expected intrusion. They burn going in unlubricated, but it still feels good.

“Fuck,” he says again. “Dean. Cas.”

“We’re right here,” Castiel says.

“You’re going to come just like this,” orders Dean. Samandriel is almost certain it’s his fingers pushing against his prostate, now. “If we have to stuff more fingers into ya, we will. But this is it. Fingers.”

“No cock?” Samandriel whines, dismayed.

“Not until you can prove you can take us both,” Castiel says, his voice irritatingly even. Samandriel’s head falls onto the pillow and he lets out a little cry.

[antivancoffeelover]

someone write me samandestiel? oooh or micheanstiel. unf. i'm gonna be cooking for a while and it'd be cool to have thing to come back to. please?