Awaiting My (Diabolical) Rise From Perdition~🪽

And You Don't Stop, Sure Shot~!

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𐂂 Fawn ~ She/Her, >18, SB’s Princess

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Schoolgirlish Castiel lover, Sam Winchester’s sweetheart, and Dean Winchester’s favorite.

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I love mean bitchy Cas ESPECIALLY when he’s unaware of it. Obviously in heaven they handle misbehavior differently (aka chucking them from the sky to earth hell) but on earth, Cas sees himself as above Dean. I mean, if God is throwing him out of the sky as punishment for his love of humanity, Dean can take a little tossing around. It makes him feel funny in his…stomach. It must be because of that love for humanity, of course.

Ok this? Yes hello beloved mutual I have IDEAS.

I am a personal lover of sadist!cas who praises you while also degrading you. He knows you thrive off both, so seeing you squirm from his touches and his words is so so delightful.

"There... Enjoying yourself are you? Very very good. Don't beg now, it makes you weak." And he likes hearing your response to it, whatever that reaction is. But it's always verbal in some way.

Heugh... I love him.. but that's obvious. Ok I love you beloved mutual goodbye 🫶

I Like How You Talk~🪽

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⛪︎ Sadist!Castiel x Fem!Reader | this one is short bc I don’t want my posts taken down again :( I’ll make an ao3 collection

Notes: One of my faves? In my inbox?? I love my moots 🥹 ! ! I typically hc Cas as a silence during sex kind of guy but I can totally see him being super critical and having something to say about it. I personally find bluntness super attractive…<3

Castiel is a creature of structure. Repetition. Everything must go his way exactly as he’s laid it out, down to the words he says to you.

That’s the important part: words, conversation, and communication. What should be sweet talking is a distraction from an underlying want.

He can do so much more when all your brain power goes into pocessing the hymn-like way of speaking, unique to Castiel.

You’re laying back against a table, holding yourself up with weak legs, back pressing painfully against the tabletop. He has you trapped for his own self gratification, he’s reminded you, demonstrated by your state of undress and his lack thereof. He makes sure the lip of the table jams hard into the lower end of your torso just to watch your knees shake harder between his own.

“All you want is for someone to get off on your misery.” He tuts. “Do you feel attractive yet?”

“C-Cas…” you whimper, lips swollen and purple from a session of long, relentless angel kisses. He bucks against you again so you’re forced to feel the outline of him through his already messed trousers. The sight of you crying out his name is almost enough to illicit another groan from Cas. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” He pushes his hips forward against yours, forcing the wood of the table to jab you harder. “Use your words.”

“Everything.” The warmth hits you just shy of where it should be, and your knees get weaker.

Castiel scoffs at that.

“Well….I hope you understand that unattractive people aren’t worth the fucking. You should consider yourself lucky. Humans are filthy creatures.”