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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.”
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Dean and Cas go on a game show and fucking demolish that shit. Castiel knows every fact in the entire universe and Dean knows every pop culture question there is. The win a trip to the Bahamas.
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I just saw the post you tagged me in and I LOVE the idea, I got an anon last night with the same topic lol but I didn't realise your smut was 18+ I'm so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable with the Sadist!Cas ask I sent you and I won't interact with any of your smut/smut related posts in the future.
I totally get if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't wanna be moots anymore but I just wanted to say I'm very sorry I didn't realise!
It’s so cool we got the same idea!!
My rules page states that my blog is 16+, but I put banners and tags for those who like my page but might not want to see nsfw content, so I’m chill with being moots!
It’s honestly so hard to find banners that just say “nsfw content ahead” so the 18+ mark comes with the design.
It’s up to your discretion how you want to interact with my work (including tagging)— I’m not your boss! I simply take extra precautions as I’m not exclusively nsfw and can’t possibly check how old every person who visits my page is.
Ik the whole bird back touch with cas and Dean was destiel BUT hmo.. on reader x castiel but like reader keeps touching up on Castiels back heavily and allat like straight up just subconsciously asking to fuck ..and cas is really trying to hold back until he cant..ik you don't really right smut but just a thought.............
I do write smut, it’s just on a request only basis simply bc I don’t go out of my way to write it ┐(´ー｀)┌
You caught me at the perfect time though, Cas is all I’ve been thinking about…I could honestly write for him forever…
Aggressive sex warning ! !
You’d been on your laptop a bit too long, the past half hour spent searching questions about angels. How to care for them, how to make them happy. You’re doing your due diligence on account of Cas’s silence in regard to his needs.
“Do angels like their wings touched?” — search.
It must’ve sounded too much like caring for a bird, as the article headlining your search is about that very thing. It catches your eye and you move your mouse to the link.
Click.
Do birds like being pet?
“When petting your bird, avoid rubbing or petting under their neck. This area can trigger mating behavior and make them view you as a potential mate, leading to sexual frustration, especially during their hormonal season. Birds have their sexual organs located in their back and under their wings.”
You wonder if it’s the same for angels. The article has to be linked for a reason.
Walking past Castiel later in the day, you slyly rub your hand against his back. The shiver that runs up his spine is instant— and frustrating. His shoulders heave, eyes bursting wide with want, picking up on your invitation and ready to accept. Before he can reach out to grab you, you’re already gone.
The article was right.
You do it again and again: gentle pats, back massages, small strokes to his wings, taunting the tent in his pants that forms every damn time. He wants you so badly but you won’t give it to him without a tease. It feels as inhumane as it is hot. Cas knows it too.
But one thing you forgot to read on that article are the consequences to sexually frustrating a creature.
“If your bird starts seeing you as their mate, they may become aggressive, regurgitate food, pluck their feathers, or scream loudly.”
The next time you try to feel up Castiel’s wings, he makes sure you can’t walk away. Cas picks you up by the arms and throws you to the floor. You land painfully face up, only for him to grip you by the neck and flip you over. He mounts quickly, animalistic in nature, and aggressive in character.
“N-no. No more. You asked for this. You wanted this!” He roars. “Take your clothes off.”
You gasp for air.
“I said take them off!”
You hands fumble the buttons on your top, while Cas takes his own shirt and coat off. Once you’re naked, he makes haste to knot his tie around your hands.
“What garbage on the computer gave you the idea that your actions were acceptable?” He’s straddling your prone body, leaning forward until his head is against the ground beside yours. He looks at you for a serious answer, but not a word can be formed at the sight of his shrunken pupils.
Castiel can hardly control his emotions. You’ve been casually jacking him off for days, all of that foreplay leading up to this very moment. He exhales shakily through his nose, consuming your body with his wings and pushing himself in with no hesitation. You gag from how full you feel, trapped under a ruthless mating press. It could be 200, even 300 pounds of pure muscle, changing pressure from your lumbar to your shoulder blades as his wings flap angrily to steady you.
Everything is hot and sticky and reeking of sex, Castiel spilling out days of pent-up frustration that you caused.
“Do you feel good about yourself?” He moans, finally falling limply next to you amidst a searing orgasm. He pulls the knot and frees your arms. A wing drapes your body and a pile of tar colored feathers coat the floor around you.
It’s impossible to say a word. All you can muster up is enough energy to stroke the wing covering your used-up body.
“I see.” Castiel murmurs, climbing onto you once more. “You didn’t learn your fucking lesson.”
Ik the whole bird back touch with cas and Dean was destiel BUT hmo.. on reader x castiel but like reader keeps touching up on Castiels back heavily and allat like straight up just subconsciously asking to fuck ..and cas is really trying to hold back until he cant..ik you don't really right smut but just a thought.............
I do write smut, it’s just on a request only basis simply bc I don’t go out of my way to write it ┐(´ー｀)┌
You caught me at the perfect time though, Cas is all I’ve been thinking about…I could honestly write for him forever…
Aggressive sex warning ! !
You’d been on your laptop a bit too long, the past half hour spent searching questions about angels. How to care for them, how to make them happy. You’re doing your due diligence on account of Cas’s silence in regard to his needs.
“Do angels like their wings touched?” — search.
It must’ve sounded too much like caring for a bird, as the article headlining your search is about that very thing. It catches your eye and you move your mouse to the link.
Click.
Do birds like being pet?
“When petting your bird, avoid rubbing or petting under their neck. This area can trigger mating behavior and make them view you as a potential mate, leading to sexual frustration, especially during their hormonal season. Birds have their sexual organs located in their back and under their wings.”
You wonder if it’s the same for angels. The article has to be linked for a reason.
Walking past Castiel later in the day, you slyly rub your hand against his back. The shiver that runs up his spine is instant— and frustrating. His shoulders heave, eyes bursting wide with want, picking up on your invitation and ready to accept. Before he can reach out to grab you, you’re already gone.
The article was right.
You do it again and again: gentle pats, back massages, small strokes to his wings, taunting the tent in his pants that forms every damn time. He wants you so badly but you won’t give it to him without a tease. It feels as inhumane as it is hot. Cas knows it too.
But one thing you forgot to read on that article are the consequences to sexually frustrating a creature.
“If your bird starts seeing you as their mate, they may become aggressive, regurgitate food, pluck their feathers, or scream loudly.”
The next time you try to feel up Castiel’s wings, he makes sure you can’t walk away. Cas picks you up by the arms and throws you to the floor. You land painfully face up, only for him to grip you by the neck and flip you over. He mounts quickly, animalistic in nature, and aggressive in character.
“N-no. No more. You asked for this. You wanted this!” He roars. “Take your clothes off.”
You gasp for air.
“I said take them off!”
You hands fumble the buttons on your top, while Cas takes his own shirt and coat off. Once you’re naked, he makes haste to knot his tie around your hands.
“What garbage on the computer gave you the idea that your actions were acceptable?” He’s straddling your prone body, leaning forward until his head is against the ground beside yours. He looks at you for a serious answer, but not a word can be formed at the sight of his shrunken pupils.
Castiel can hardly control his emotions. You’ve been casually jacking him off for days, all of that foreplay leading up to this very moment. He exhales shakily through his nose, consuming your body with his wings and pushing himself in with no hesitation. You gag from how full you feel, trapped under a ruthless mating press. It could be 200, even 300 pounds of pure muscle, changing pressure from your lumbar to your shoulder blades as his wings flap angrily to steady you.
Everything is hot and sticky and reeking of sex, Castiel spilling out days of pent-up frustration that you caused.
“Do you feel good about yourself?” He moans, finally falling limply next to you amidst a searing orgasm. He pulls the knot and frees your arms. A wing drapes your body and a pile of tar colored feathers coat the floor around you.
It’s impossible to say a word. All you can muster up is enough energy to stroke the wing covering your used-up body.
“I see.” Castiel murmurs, climbing onto you once more. “You didn’t learn your fucking lesson.”
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