castiel

so i’m going to be making a NEW blog just so that i can have it as a main rather than this one being a side for another acc. it’s still gonna be called privarot, but i’m gonna be able to interact with accounts like i want to! it may end up being a slow process but i am gonna get things transferred 🫡 i’ll attach the blog here once i get it settled

Either sleeping on his chest or him on yours works, even next to each or other face to face. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest is the reminder of both your existence and mortality, Alive but temporary, and something to marvel at the opportunity that arises.

Sleeping on his chest arises a protective and prideful feeling, your back turned to him but face still visible beneath his nose allows him to gaze at the lift of your lashes and parted mouth in its most relaxed state. Your chest at this position gives him ample opportunity to ogle at the places your so shy to show him most days. Your leg (by his doing or yours) is hanging off his hips and his hand caressing your hips and ass in a relaxing but still sensual caress. While he isn’t surprised this chosen mate trusts him with their well being, it’s still pleases his immensely as it’s taken quite a while to convince you of his place in your life.

With his head on your chest and his leg share a twisted embrace with your own he feels cocooned in the most amazing paradise. Your chest and ever so available (and fatal) organ mere inches from his fangs and claws while the rest of your supple flesh is his to grab, massage, and caress in uncharacteristic gentleness. Your neck and delicious flesh are a readily available temptation to suck, kiss, and taste to savor your vulnerable state of rest. It’s one he resists for the sake of your human stamina being unable to most days keep up with his fervor, but also to enjoy this small part of your he can indulge without worry of your reluctance or apprehension of his closeness or intensity.

To stare at your face at its most vulnerable and relaxed and know that anything he wished could be his at this moment. If he wished it, you in this position could do nothing to stop a predator in pursuit of what would sate his hunger. That being a bloodied organ at the palm of his hand or your heat against his, wet, wanting, and dripping to be filled with his offspring. Sweat bearing each part of your body if only to satisfy him, and your vulnerable state only giving him true go ahead to take what he wants. To tear your jugular or to make you tear in pleasure as he takes from you again and again as is his insatiable nature.

9. “Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

You run two fingers up the underside of his little dick, and Di-Roy tries to ignore how his whole body twitches in response to the sensation. 

It’s good. Really good, in the weird kind of way that leaves sparks in his belly and makes his whole body try to curl in and hide. That part is already getting stiff under your touch, swelling up even though that doesn’t make it much bigger at all. One more stroke makes him whimper. 

“How does that feel?” you ask, because apparently, you’re going to bully him now. “Is it good when I touch you here? ...or maybe here?”

With that question, your fingers wander lower, teasing at the puffy, tender skin just behind his balls. Di-Roy doesn’t have time to answer before one of those fingers slips inside, just far enough for him to feel it, and crooks forward to put pressure on places that have his whole body jolting with the shock of it. He tries to squirm away on reflex, but you hold him down. 

“Not fair—” he tries to whine, but the words are cut off when a second finger joins the first. The stretch takes the breath right out of him, all hot and sharp and forcing pitiful little yelps out of his throat. 

“I asked you a question,” you say, and your hand shifts a bit.

Di-Roy knows exactly what’s coming. He still doesn’t have any time to protest before your thumb finds the little bump at the base of his dick. 

He feels the light rub that follows, barely-there pressure and nothing more, all the way up his spine. It’s too much, too soon, and when you flick it again and again, he aims a weak, useless kick in your general direction. “Yes, it feels good! It’s good, okay!? I answered, so cut it out—!” 

The slurred words feel absolutely pathetic, but the way you smile in response turns his insides to mush. He’s still clenching around your fingers, way too worked up now that you’ve messed with him this much, and silently hoping that you don’t notice him half-trying to hump your hand now that you’ve stopped with the actual torture. A slight twitch of your fingers inside of him earns an eager whine. If he’s good, will you... 

Instead of making fun of him, you start to move for real. “That’s a good boy,” you say, as if you don’t know what those simple words do. Di-Roy doesn’t know if he can come just from your fingers in his cunt, but it’s starting to feel like he might— especially when you’re looking at him like he’s something precious, holding him open and still to do with as you please. 

“T-Touch me more, p-please...?” 

It comes out all on its own, said quiet and hesitant because it still feels surreal that you want to do this at all. Di-Roy is prepared to flinch away from the mockery that’s sure to follow such a desperate plea, but instead— 

He'll chase the nightmares and bad thoughts away. He loves holding your hand and kissing you. He is so possessive and protective because you mean everything to him. He can't keep his hands off of you, either affectionately or sexually.

"Hey, you okay?"

2. "You were hyperventilating in your sleep."

3. "Do you want to talk about it?"

4. "Breathe, baby. It's okay."

5. "Scoot over. I'm staying with you tonight."

6. "I'm right here. You're safe."

7. "It was just a dream, honey. It wasn't real."

8. "You have these a lot, don't you?"

9. "Shh. Go back to sleep, darling."

10. "As your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, it's my duty to cuddle you back to sleep when you have a nightmare. Come here so I can do that."

11. "Stay. Just until I fall asleep."

12. "Please don't leave me." "Never, sweetheart."

13. "Are you sure you're okay? You're sweating."

14. "Were you having a nightmare, darling?"

15. "It's over. You're safe now. I've got you."

16. "Look at me. I'm real. Hold my hand if you need proof. I'm real and your dream wasn't."

17. "Nothing can hurt you when I'm here."

18. "You were screaming so loud I bet the neighbors think you were being murdered."

19. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

20. "Don't worry, love. I won't let them hurt you."

21. "Just let me hold you for a minute."

22. "Close your eyes. Listen to the sound of my voice."

23. "Darling, you are shaking."

24. "Open your eyes, baby."

25. "I'm sorry I woke you up." "No, don't apologize, honey. I had to make sure you were okay."

26. "I know it scared you. But it's over now."

27. "Deep breaths, love. Just like that."

28. "I can wait until you're ready to talk about it."

29. "What made it so scary?"