Put My Finger On Your Tongue 'Cause You Love To Taste
☁︎ Paring: Sam Winchester x GN!Reader
☁︎ Summary: Every time you walk out the door, Sam aches for you.
☁︎ Warnings: SMUT! dom!reader/sub!Sam, male masturbation, voyeurism, cum play, praise/encouragement(?), corruption(?), mild comedy
☁︎ Word Count: 900
☁︎ Rating: Explicit/16+
☁︎ A/n: Title is from Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. So, my first foray into writing smut! Please be kind lol but I hope this is okay <3
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The second you, Dean and Cas left, Sam's eyes flicked to the door, waiting to hear the car start up and drive off. He was up instantly when he heard that screech, gravel crunching under its tires.
He fucking hated himself for it, but every time you left, he found himself achingly hard. Sure, he was hard when you were around too, but it got worse when you walked out the door, worse when he could do whatever he wanted without you being any the wiser.
He clenched his jaw when his hand slipped away from the lore book he was supposed to be reading, always the nerdy kid staying at home while everyone else went out and had fun. But little did you know, he was having a whole world of fun by himself - fun and shame, really more shame at this point but he still felt that tinge of relief when all was said and soaked- done.
His breath caught when his own fingers slid beneath the band of his boxers, grazing his already leaking cock. He pulled himself out, enough precum pouring down his shaft to more than sufficiently lube up his hand, fuck he needed you.
His hand wrapped around the base, moving up and down in slow strokes, working himself up to the thought of you.
Sam looked back in his mind to earlier that night, when a ghoul shoved you out of the way and towards him. You landed on top of him, pausing for what he almost thought could be a moment, back up again like it never happened, like you didn't strandle his lap when he was already desperate for you, like you weren't the cause of the pain inside him now, and the pleasure.
He always found something about you to fixate on when he touched himself, usually the way you'd look at him. He didn't need an accidental half lap dance to get hm going, though it did work this time, every other night he just needed you. Everything about you pushed him further to the edge, the little smile you offered him every morning, those times when he was so tired he opted to sit in the back, but you didn't want him to feel lovely so you joined him, everything sweet and perfect and pure about you.
And look at what he was doing with those thoughts.
He was disgusting, taking your kindness and turning it into a kink, but in the moment, every damn moment, he managed to be shameless too.
He'd let out all manner of sinful sounds, whines and pleas, cries of your name to touch him, to keep going, to never fucking stop.
You did stop though, in the doorway.
You stopped when you saw Sam, face flushed bright red, sweat slicking the edges of his hair, mouth dropped open around a pathetic moan.
You tried to speak, to make your jaw move and voice work, but all you could do was stare. Until he saw you.
"Fuck, shit I-" He stammered, reaching for the blanket before he could speak, covering himself with whatever was closest.
Your fucking sweater.
"S-Sam I-I'm so sorry" You forced out, feeling heat speed up your cheeks "I didn't mean to-"
"No I um, I sh-should've, I'm sorry I just-" He stopped, he didn't know what the fuck to say, neither did you.
"Did you say my name?"
Well that wasn't it.
"Uh, yeah I-"
Or maybe it was.
"I-I'm so sorry, I just- I-"
"Keep going"
That certainly wasn't the response he expected.
"W-what?"
"If you're okay with it" You rounded the corner of his bed, stalking towards him "Keep going"
He couldn't speak, he could barely keep his fucking eyes open, stinging, was it even fucking real? Were you? He'd had so many dreams like this, dreams where you'd catch him and have your own fun, toy with him however you chose, God he really was pathetic.
He reached back down, moving your sweater away, grasping himself once more. He slid his hand up the length of his cock, eyes locked on yours as you watched the movement, seemingly mesmerised by it. He continued, picking up in speed, panting along with his movements.
"That's it baby" You muttered, eyes still fixed on his cock, gushing out precum, running over his knuckles "Doing s'good Sammy"
Your words flipped a switch deep inside him, his hand spend up, hips bucking up into his first until he let out a scream of your name, white ropes painting his chest, reaching so far up to his chin.
His chest was rising and falling fast, heavy, trying to suck in as much air as he could, head bobbing against the pillow hard to keep it up straight.
"Fuck" You let out with a breath, getting that little bit closer.
You swiped two fingers through the cum sticky against his skin, bringing them up to his lips.
"Open"
His lips parted and closed again around your fingers, tasting salt and depravity on them as he sucked his own cum clean off.
You smirked, withdrawing your hand, giving yourself the same little taste, and Sam could've sworn he stopped breathing.
"You're pretty tasty Sammy" You leaned down, licking a stripe of white up his chest before leaving a quick peck to his nose, reaching over to grab your sweater as you pulled back, stepping over to the door "Glad I forgot this"
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~Maldo
Bottles clinked softly against one another. Contents of various colorful booze swirling on the inside. Patiently waiting for any willing consumer. Particularly by the hands of weary souls. They tend to come in large numbers as the moon rose higher in the gray night sky.
A white skinned Drider standing 6 feet on all six of his fuzzy legs, worked the bar in the hotel lobby. His long arms reached high on the walls shelves to reach the bottles he needed for each drink. Four bright green eyes bore into the faces of his customers. Searching for any indicators of intoxication resulting in a late night trip to the emergency room. A phone call he would greatly like to avoid. None of them were thankfully showing any of those signs... yet... All of them behaving as good wayward souls should. Or at least while they still had their wits about them.
He moved cautiously in front the symphony of intoxications. The tips of his legs ticking against the glossed hotel floor. His body was bigger then most other driders roaming around the city. Yet, not on person could say they had ever seen him bump into anything. He did well to keep all of his limbs close to himself. Always mindful of the space he took up.
Serving another flashy drink to a women dressed in too much glitter vanished from his sight in less then a second. Allowing him some room to turn his head from side to side. Scanning out into the new sea of people coming to and from the hotel. His eyes falling on the certain shape, size, color of hair. The air seizing in his throat. Running back out his nostrils a cool gentle breeze along his knuckles.
"Well, well, if it isn't the little sapling, always a pleasure to see you darling." He spoke lowly, a small smile creeping onto his pal face. Keeping the conversation between the two of them. With them here now, hardly anyone else mattered. If he had been able to he'd simply ignore the rest of the patrons surrounding him... But the price tag on his room forced his hand to give his precious time to others less deserving.
He did a quick sweep of the other guests at the bar. Refilling drinks or pouring entirely new ones to those who had shown up a bit late tonight. Mentally, he made note of two noisy guests who would need to be cut off soon... Possibly a cab called for them to take them back to where they came.
Finally, he swayed his long body into view of his most precious guest. They were a regular at his establishment. His enjoyed their company greatly. The sound of their voice was soothing, the stiffness in his muscles from standing on hours end. It didn't matter what they talked about. Their words were always welcomed and well articulated.
"The usual tonight dear?" He asked. A nod sending a jolt of joy through his spine. They were dressed elegantly tonight. Choosing the perfect scheme of colors to bring out the happiness in their eyes.
Perfect.
He placed their favorite drink directly in front of them. Complete with garnish of their liking. "Here you are little sapling. Exactly as you like it." He flashed a quick smile. Wiping the residue from his smooth hands with a towel.
The next two hours were spent chatting away at what the pair had been up to for the last week. The driders was a short tale. Having nothing better to do then sleep in his hotel room and attend work each and every night. Cracking a joke or two roused laughter from his sapling. His heart skipping against his chest each time...
His sapling retold their part of the week. He listened attentively. Memorizing the words falling from their lips. Things they liked, things they didn't like. He kept them all as mental notes, though he doubted he would ever have to rely on such on information's.
But just in case...
The night grew later and later... The guest began thinning out little by little. Until it was only him and his sapling and annoyingly enough another rude patron. Shamelessly, chattering away on their brightly jeweled cell while sipping at their liquor he had just poured in the other. Fortunately, they were too busy with said conversation to notice the bartender absence.
The drider shook his head at the sight of the women. "Sometimes I wonder why they come here when they can just as easily spend the night in their comfort of their own home doing exactly the same thing." The drider chuckled. Swiftly turning his head to one side to look at his sapling. Their face had grown a little redder due to the booze swimming in their system. They weren't drunk, he knew that for sure. He would have cut them off long ago if it were the case. He wouldn't dare run the risk of something awful happening them in such a state...
"Hm?" His sapling had said something. They had said something and he had missed it. Too preoccupied in his own mind to have noticed. Fortunately, for him, they weren't offended by his absent mind. Simply repeating the question for him again.
"Do I live here?" The question caught him a bit off guard. Their prior conversation having near nothing to do with his current living situation. Still... He cleared his throat, preparing to answer truthfully. He had no reason to hide anything from them. "
"As a matter of face little sapping, I do, in fact live in this grand hotel. Why do you ask?"
They answered without a single speck of hesitation in their eyes.
"Ah, you've seen me ride the elevator at the end of my shift instead of out in the street. A well placed observation sapling."
A giggle erupted from their sweet lips. The tooth-aching sound echoing in his ears. He would wait a thousand years to hear such a lovely melody. Luckily, in this still moment in a quiet bar... He didn't have to strain his ears to hard.
Another few minutes passed. Neither one really saying anything to the other. Their presence together was enough for them to enjoy. The Drider flickering his eyes every so often to steal a glance from his sapling He couldn't help himself.
Before anyone knew it. The hours of intoxication came to a slow unsteady end. The last substance gracefully swirled at the bottom of their cup, flowing along onside of the crystal glass. Flooding the taste buds of the drinker. A warm summer fire igniting in their chest. The glass falling back down onto the marbled counter.
"Finished dear?"
The Driders voice seemed to have caught them off guard. Even so, they regained themselves rather well. Flashing him another one of those radiant smiles to turn any dark night into one filled with a full moons light. They nodded their head. Pushing the glass over with their rosy knuckles. He took it under his nimble hands, placing it over the sink for him to wash later.
He heard his sapplings chair move out from under them. Standing to their feet, the upper side of their chest rested on the counter. A hand supporting their head as they leaned forward. He also knew this routine well... It was time for them to bid their farewells...
He greatly disliked farewells...
He looked his saplings face over once over. Checking their eyes, their stance. Making sure he was fully confident in himself they were alright to go home. He hated to admit it to himself... but he was a bit selfish over them... It would devastate them if something happened to them on his account.
He was placed more at ease as they walked away from him. Not a single stumble in their step. A grin surfaced on his face. He would hope to see them again soon. The Drider was about to turn and begin cleaning his station... Right until a series of yelling fell on his sharp hearing.
☁︎ Paring: Sam Winchester x GN!Reader x Dean Winchester (NO Wincest)
☁︎ Sequel: Worship In The Bedroom
☁︎ Summary: Sam can't stand the sight of you in his flannel, in the best way possible. And Dean can't pass this up.
☁︎ Warnings: established polyship, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, dom/switch!reader, subby Sammy, domish Dean, slight overstimulation, creampie, flirty comedy, fluff, swearing, Sam's a lovesick lil pup....with a huge dick, Dean's cocky *wink wink*
☁︎ Word Count: 1k
☁︎ Rating: Explicit/16+
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Sam's voice echoed from the bedroom, through the hall, to the kitchen where you were stood making breakfast.
"Honey, have you seen my-" He stopped the second he rounded the corner, seeing you in the exact flannel he was looking for.
"Hm?"
"Wow" His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes raking over you, in nothing but his flannel and a pair of shorts that were certainly true to their name.
"What? Did I get flour on myself or something?" You asked, checking yourself over.
Sam didn't answer, he only stepped towards you in long strides, crossing the room in seconds. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like you were something precious, because to him you were.
"Sam, I-"
Before you could continue, his lips met yours in a bruising kiss, heavy and claiming, love poured into every second of it.
His hands drifted down, skirting over your sides, around your thighs. You felt his fingers grip tight, digging in deliciously as he hoisted you up and onto the counter, the dishes you were about to do clattering into the sink, you never liked that bowl anyways.
You had to push him off you - hands firm on his chest, hot, burning in the best way - so you could take in a breath.
"Damn" You panted "Good thing you work out, huh?"
He didn't answer once again, mouthing at your neck, jaw, teeth grazing hungrily.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, still wet from his shower, pulling a little, just how he likes it.
Just as he let out this soft, beautifully pained sound, Dean walked in.
"Oh for fuck's sake" He groaned, far too dramatically "Can't a man have coffee in peace without a live sex show?"
"You don't usually complain when you're the star" You bit back, sliding off the counter.
Sam kept his head down, ready for ridicule.
"C'mon Sammy, go put a shirt on" Dean mumbled, eyes trained on you.
"Can't, 's occupied"
"You have others"
"Fine" Sam rolled his eyes, motioning to leave when Dean looked you up and down, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes burning fire across your skin, specifically your thighs.
"You on the other hand, if you wanted to take that old thing off, I wouldn't mind one bi- ow!" Dean exclaimed as Sam whacked him up the back of the head with the newspaper you'd gotten him.
"Today's my day, you know that"
Dean rolled his eyes as Sam grabbed your hand, taking you down the hall with him. Your fingers curled around Dean's, pulling him along with you.
"Looks like we're sharin' today Sammy" He chuckled, grabbing your ass as Sam sighed.
"Fine, but it's my turn first"
"Boys, boys" You grinned, walking into the bedroom with both of them "There's plenty of me to go around"
You looped your arms around Sam's neck, pulling him into a kiss, biting his bottom lip. Dean came up behind you, hands slipping under the flannel, toying with the waistband of your shorts, flicking it against your skin.
"Stop" You took a breath between kisses "Teasing"
Dean smirked, teeth grazing the back of your neck "But it's so much fun, Angel. Love those little sounds you make"
"Then make me make more, baby"
Dean chuckled, pressing his hips to your ass, letting you feel his cock beginning to strain against his jeans.
You leaned back into it, rubbing against him before pulling away far too soon, shoving Sam forward and onto the bed. You grinned down at him, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans down his thighs as you straddled him. You reached into his boxers, hand wrapping around his dick, hard as a fucking rock.
Dean ripped your shorts off in one swift movement, exposing you, already radiating heat, needy in such a perfect way.
"Brute" You huffed out, the smirk on your lips betraying your tone.
"Only for you baby"
You pressed your lips to Sam's, moaning together as you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down in one amazingly stinging stretch.
"Fuck" Sam exhaled, hands gripping onto your hips like he was afraid of letting go "So warm, Gorgeous, so f-fucking tight"
You ground your hips down, jaw dropping at the size of him, feeling even bigger now. His palms spanned across your skin, guiding your rhythm, urging you up and down with a slap of your skin to his, the sound resonating throughout the room.
Once you had your rhythm, moans and groans flew out of your and Sam's mouths, Dean's lips found your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin.
Your eyes found Sam's face, thrown back against the pillows, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, delicious looking sweat beading at his temple. Your hand found his cheek, thumb brushing over his bottom lip.
"So pretty when you're about to cum"
That spurred Sam on, bucking his hips up into you, hitting that spot inside that made your eyes roll back.
Dean reached around you, his hand finding you, slick, sensitive, begging for attention. All it took was a few slow strokes for you to shatter, clenching around Sam like a fucking vice, triggering his release.
Ropes of white painted your insides, oozing out, creating a beautiful mess at his base. Dean held you against his chest as you came down from your high to the gentle movements of his fingers, pushing you until you twitched, overstimulated, perfectly.
Your panting slowed along with Sam's, now softening inside you. Dean licked a stripe up your neck, slick with salty sweat, the taste of you.
"You ready to go again, Sweetheart?" Dean grinned against you as you nodded before he looked at his brother, smug as fuck.
"My turn Sammy, get out your notebook, y'might learn something"
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★ Stars: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader x Sam Winchester (no wincest)
★ Prequel: My Lover's Got Humour
★ Plot: Now, it's Dean's turn.
★ Run Time: 1.1k
★ Rating: Explicit/16+
★ Warnings: established polyship, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, sub/switch!reader, soft dom!Dean, flirty comedy, fluff, swearing, Sam's adorably, quietly insecure, a lil comfort for Sammy, soft aftercare
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Dean's hands tightened on your hips, guiding you up. Your bows pinched together, wincing slightly as Sam's cock slipped out of you, a rush of white sliding down your thigh.
"Aw look at that, baby" Dean cooed in your ear, voice honey-sweet with that little edge just waiting to come out "'s snowing"
"You're gross" Sam groaned from underneath you, breathing finally slowing back to normal.
"Dude, I say this in a completely not weird way, that's your cum"
"And you're talking about it"
"So are you"
"You're such a-"
"Hey, person the cum was just in here" You interjected, what a dumb fucking time for a fight "Can we not right now? Kinda killing the mood"
"Y'mean the mood where we're literally just fucking horny?"
"It's still a mood!"
"A damn good one too, whaddya say we get back to it?" Dean smirked against your skin, teeth catching, nipping.
"Well" You sighed, giving up "I suppose so"
"Hey, if you've got better plans-"
"Dumbass" You muttered, arm reaching behind you, moving in just the right way to shove Dean onto the other side of the bed.
You planted your hands on either side of him, moving to straddle him when he grabbed you just in time, flipping you onto your back in an instant.
"Nu-uh, Eastwood, you're not ridin' tonight"
"I get that you like cowboy movies, but do you have to make sex about Clint Eastwood?"
"He makes everything about Clint Eastwood" Sam rolled his eyes, reaching over to the nightstand in hopes for a drink, knocking over two of the five bottles sat there.
"My bad" You looked up at him with those sad puppy eyes, the ones he taught you.
He reached a hand over, fingers brushing your sweat-slicked baby hairs back, lingering softly. Your eyes trailed up to his, warm, happy. Sam always got fuzzy after he came, all dopey smiles and tender hands. Lighter than usual, like all the bad didn't really matter for a while, just you.
"Alright, Loverboy" Dean rolled his eyes "Deal's a deal, you had your turn, now it's mine"
"Knock yourself out" Sam grumbled "See if it matters"
"The fuck did you just-"
"Boys!" You scolded, you couldn't believe you let these two idiots fuck you "Enough"
"Relax Sweetheart" Dean murmured, back to that disgustingly hot tone "I'll help ya get those frustrations out"
He rolled his hips, grinding his clothed dick against you, pushing hard against his jeans.
Yeah, now you remembered why you let 'em.
Dean leaned down, lips trailing over your jaw, neck, down your collarbone. He was slow, taking his time. A fuckin' artist. A fuckin' fucking artist, he'd argue, garnering a look from both you and Sam.
You moved your hands around him, up to his back before he stopped you, grabbing them and pinning them by either side of your face. You stared up at him, eyes wide but not exactly in a puppy dog way.
"Y'wanna help me out here, Sammy?"
"I thought you were planning on showing me something, Dean. I might learn something, hm?"
"Stop being difficult and use that dumbass giant strength of yours for some good"
"Dude, we fight monsters everyday, isn't that good?"
You pressed up against Dean, begging for any form of friction you could get. Slightly trying to stop them, they were damn good at a lot of things, arguing being right at the top of the list. Almost.
"Would ya look at that? All desperate an' needy for me. Weren't like that with Sammy, were you baby?"
Before you could answer, Sam's jaw clenched, hands darting out immediately to pin yours to the mattress. You let out the quietest little gasp, eye shooting back to Dean.
He saw that look on your face, no more teasing, you meant it this time.
His palms landed on your inner thighs, teasing just a little too high before spreading you open for him, the drying slick coating you even more obvious.
"Damn" He muttered, amazed, like a kid in a damn candy store "I dunno 'f I wanna lick ya clean or make a new mess right on top'a this one"
It certainly wasn't a question, you could really tell that when Dean unzipped his jeans, his cock springing out, already glistening with precum.
He lined himself up, easing into you slowly, carefully, eyes locked on the spot he disappeared inside you.
Your back arched when he was balls deep, his body pressed to yours, Sam's grip on your wrists tightening just a little at the expression on your face.
Dean started thrusting shallowly, letting you get used to him, not wanting to push you too far. He talked a big game, but he was always careful with you. Sam's fast and rough and desperate. And you love it, but it makes multiple rounds a little too achy. Dean's slower, more precise, he knows what to do and when to do it, and now? You're falling all over again.
Dean worked you up, not fucking you into oblivion, just letting you climb up to that peak nicely, and damn he was good at it.
You felt your whole body tense, each muscle pulling in tight like strings were threaded through them. As he gave that final trust, he snapped them all instantly.
You shook, twitching, breaking. Good thing Sam held your hands down or Dean would've had some serious scratches on his back. Again.
He kept moving, drawing out the last sensations of your pleasure before he let himself go, face buried in your neck as he let out a low, broken sound from his chest, hips jutting weakly.
Sam finally let go, pulling away while your arms wrapped around Dean, panting in each other's ears as your palms slid up and down his back, soothing, grounding.
You stayed curled into each other for a little while, before Sam came back. You weren't sure how long it had been, but he came back with wet hair and by the length of his usual showers, you could guess a while.
"Where'd you run off'ta?" Dean mumbled, voice muffled against your shoulder.
He laid behind you now, latched on your back like a little koala.
"Got cleaned up, figured you two'd want a minute"
You smiled, sweetly blissful "C'mere ya big pup"
You dragged him back into bed, too tired to care about cleaning up, just happy with your boys.
He cozied up against your chest, damp brown curls smelling of that cucumber mint shampoo Dean steals every now and then.
"This was fun" You started, voice immediately giving away whatever mischief you were bound to be up to "But tomorrow, it's my turn"
What the fuck did that mean? No one knew, but you were sure as hell happy to figure it out together.
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★ Warnings: smut, sub!reader, Dom!Cas (baby is a fucking warning), teasing teasing lots of teasing, vaginal fingering, marking, claiming, thigh riding, one (thigh) slap, begging, unprotected p in v, rough sex, aftercare, sweetheart Cas
★ Commentary: Kinda ooc Cas but I feel like after a while this is what he'd be like after he gets more comfortable. In my head there was like a conversation before this where the reader asked Cas to try being dominant or it was something he wanted to try- but I just wanted to get down to the nitty gritty here lol, enjoy!
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It started off purely out of curiosity. You'd been together before and he noticed a pattern, after a certain touch here, special attention there, you'd unravel faster. So he decided to see just how fast.
Then how slow.
He wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, and he was intrigued by how long he could keep you just on the brink of an orgasm. He decided to test his theories late one night in the bunker.
Sam and Dean were out of town seeing old hunting buddies, leaving you and Cas alone. Initially, you had been excited to have the place to yourselves, eager to be as loud as you wanted.
Of course, Cas made you feel a slight tinge of regret that you didn't exactly have a time limit on when the boys would be back.
You were watching TV, relaxing for the first time in a while when Castiel appeared beside you. You were happy to see him, dragging him down to binge your favourite reality show together.
After a while, you were starting to get a little too cozy. Hands roaming, drifting, touching. In a split second, he whisked you up and sat you on his lap.
You could feel the bulge in his pants immediately.
It wasn't too obvious, meaning he was just a little turned on, a challenge in your eyes.
You shifted, seemingly readjusting yourself, but you purposely pushed your ass against him repeatedly, grinding down.
You could feel it working.
You continued your work through the show, not caring about whatever the hell was going on that wasn't you and your Angel.
You felt his hand creep up your thigh, toying with the waist band of your pants.
"Be good and sit still" He half growled, lips brushing your skin, breath unfairly hot.
You let out a shaky breath, followed by another as his fingers slipped down into your pants, forefinger tracing a line over your already soaked underwear.
"All this so fast?" It almost sounded like a real question, but it held that slight air of pride, he did this to you, no one else.
He traced the edges of the cotton for far too long, running along the seams, getting you all hot and bothered and on the verge of begging. He watched as the speed of every inhale you took grew more rapid, your skin beginning to heat up, almost shining with sweat.
Then he dipped a finger in.
Just enough to collect your slick, gently and far too slowly stroking from your opening to your clit. He repeated the action, back and forth, back and forth, working you up until you threw your head back against his shoulder, struggling for breath and trying your hardest not to writhe and squirm.
He pressed a barely there kiss to your cheek, changing his motions. He moved to circle your clit, speeding up and slowing back down intermittently, bringing you right to the edge then calming you back down. It was borderline torturous.
Even more so when every now and then, very randomly, he'd dip the tip of his finger inside you, nowhere near enough to make you cum, just enough to push you that little bit further.
Your fingers dug into his thighs, nails sure to leave little crescent marks even through his pants. You could feel his slight smirk against your neck, revelling in your almost silent little sounds but wanting just a bit more.
"We're alone, my love. You can be as loud as you like"
He punctuated his statement by slipping his finger all the way inside your dripping cunt, pulling a pathetic moan out of you, twitching up in his lap, craving more movement.
"Please Cas!" You cried out, grinding your hips up against his hand, trying to pull any movement from him you could.
"I said" A low rumble came from his chest "Sit still"
His other hand clamped down onto your hip, his grip bruising, borderline shattering.
You let out a soft whine, half-heartedly writing in place, just begging for something.
He kept toying with you, fingers barely moving, gathering more and more of your slick between your thighs.
He did this for hours, bringing you right up to the edge only to pull you back down.
It was torture, pure, cruel torture.
And you couldn't get enough of it.
Your chest was heaving, rising and falling with each painful breath you took. Sweat coated your skin, glistening around your neck. Sweat mixed with Castiel's saliva after he left mark after mark across you, littering your body with his claim.
"C-Castiel" You panted, brain too foggy to say much more "Please, let- let me come. Please Angel"
"First, work for it"
His voice was distant, like he didn't care, but that couldn't be further from the truth. 99% of the time, giving you pleasure was his number one focus.
But today was that special little 1%.
In the flash of your eyes opening and closing, he flipped you over, positioning your dripping core over his thigh.
"Show me what you want"
You took a shuddering, deep breath. Swallowing hard and closing your eyes as you readjusted yourself in his lap, planting your knees firmly. Your hands came to the back of his neck, holding steady, forearms finding purachse along his shoulders.
You rolled your hips experimentally, letting out the slightest whimper, the muscles in your thighs pulling, a little sore from Castiel's teasing.
You pushed through the pain, finding pleasure fast. His pants bunched up just a tad, your clit catching and rubbing in just the right way.
You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, your mouth dropping open as your pleasure built.
Castiel watched you, almost too captivated by what he thought to be your divine beauty to stop you.
Almost.
Just as your breath hitched and your orgasm approached, his hand gripped your waist tight, halting your movements immediately.
"Cas!" You whined, head falling to his shoulder "Please! Just let me cum" You gave a pathetic attempt at a thrust through your sobs.
"I want to see your eyes while you beg"
You lifted your head up, a few inches from his, staring into those deep, blue, lustblown eyes.
"Cas, ple-"
You cried out as a loud crack resounded through the room, his palm crashing against your thigh.
"Say my real name"
"C-Castiel!" You cried, trembling "Please Castiel, please let me cum. Please fuck me, Angel, please, please!"
"Since you asked so nicely" He let a small smirk slip as his grip shifted to the underside of your thighs, flipping you onto your back.
He freed his cock, hard as a rock and weeping. He brushed the head against your clit, swiping it through your folds, collecting your slick before driving in. You let out a broken cry as he slid home, every inch knocking another breath out of your lungs. He stilled for a moment, allowing you time to adjust as leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss.
"Mine" He breathed out against your lips "You're mine, say it"
"I'm yours, Cas!" You cried, trying to grind against him, to feel something more "All yours"
"And I am yours" He repeated, pulling back and plunging into you, deeper than he'd ever been before.
Your eyes shot open at the feeling, rough but utterly perfect.
Your hands flew to his biceps as he picked up his pace, nails digging into tan skin, leaving sharp, crescent marks he'd admire for every second they branded him as yours before they disappeared far too quickly.
He kept up a steady, punishing pace as you writhed against him, back arching, pressing yourself closer than you thought you could get.
Just when you could barely stand the pressure, you felt his Grace circle your clit and you broke.
You cried out his name, clenching hard around him, shaking, trembling, falling apart beneath him.
He watched with wide eyes before he felt his control snap, fucking into you hard before he let out a low, animalistic sound. His head fell to your shoulder as he spilled inside you, coating your insides with thick ropes of cum, filling you with everything he had.
He rolled his hips a few more times, helping you ride out your high as best he could as he came down from his.
Nothing but your shared panting filled the slience of the room for minutes, both of you trying to compose yourselves.
He spoke first, head still pressed against your pulse point, feeling it race.
"Are you okay?"
You huffed out a laugh, working your tired arms around him "Yeah Cas, perfect"
He smiled against your skin. Once again the soft, sweet Angel you loved.
"I'm sorry if I was too much, I-"
"Cas, baby? Never apologise for that. Like ever" You grinned, fingers drifting up into his hair "That might have been the hottest sex we've ever had"
"It did feel particularly….pleasurable"
You chuckled, rubbing your other hand up and down his back, right in that spot you knew he liked, where his wings should be.
His palms slid up your sides, curling lightly just above where they were before. He watched as the bruises formed, a slight bluish shade blooming across your skin.
You felt a weak warmth before your hands landed on his, preventing him from healing you.
"Whaddya think you're doing Angel?" You asked, his expression confused in that adorable way of his.
"Healing you. I-"
"You aren't gonna do a damn thing, okay? I wanna keep these. For as long as they'll last"
He smiled, far too innocent and sweet considering he was still inside you.
He leaned up, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your lips, a whispered "I love you" following suit.
He rested his head back against your shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth the crook of your neck provided. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, fingers combing back through his hair with such care and reverence.
"Rest, Angel. I might not be done with you yet"
You felt the small grin he sported against your throat, followed by a few light kisses.
It was only a matter of moments before he was asleep, the only time he ever did sleep was after a terrible hunt or a wonderful night with you.
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Dean was going off at you after you slipped up on an in and out hunt. It should've been easy, you'd done this twenty times without fail, until now.
Castiel watched from across the room, he'd usually leave around about now, but after healing you, he wasn't at his strongest so he thought it best to stick around.
He'd never seen you like this, not on top of everything, just sitting there and taking the abuse. It wasn't that bad really, but Cas hated seeing you being treated this way, even if he got worse almost daily.
He had enough, raising two fingers to Dean's forehead without warning, knocking him out in seconds.
"What-"
Before you could ask, he stretched out his arm to you. It took a moment, but you took his palm, following him outside. He took you up to the roof of the motel room you were holed up at, staring up without words at first.
"Dean" He started, standing closer to you than usual "He upsets me more than I tell him. Not as much anger anymore, but I don't feel like I'm enough for him. He's very judgemental and he lashes out at the people closest to him when he doesn't mean it" He turned to face you, stoic and serious as ever, but starting to soften around the edges.
"You're enough"
"Thank you, Castiel" Your eyes met his briefly before looking back at the sky, intertwining your fingers with his once more "So are you. To me, and Dean"
"Thank you" He wasn't entirely sure he believed you, but he wanted to.
"Why are we here?" You asked, a slight chill curling around you.
"Look over-" He extended his arm, pointing up and a blank spot between stars "-there"
"Yeah?" You followed, soon seeing a little flash of white light "W- what was that?"
"Angels form through supernovae, and sometimes, you can see a light echo millions of years later. For more common spuernovae, there aren't many, but when Angels form, the light rebounds many times, resulting in scattered echoes over a much longer time frame. That's where I was created, among others"
"Y- Cas" You turned to face him, a marvel of creation standing right next to you "That's incredible"
"It is" He hummed softly "I come out here when inside is too much. It helps, to look up at the stars and see how everything has evolved and changed during my existence. More has changed in the past few years I've known you, Dean and Sam than in millennia, it can be- overwhelming. When I feel out of place, I do this. You're welcome to join me whenever you need to, your company is calming"
You weren't sure what to say, it's hard to respond to something like that, so you just looped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a firm hug, lingering in his embrace.
"You're not out of place, Cas" Your voice was a little broken, but okay "You make it all easier"
"Thank you" He responded, quieter.
He was starting to believe you.
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You and Sam were waiting with Rowena, watching, while Dean went out to get some info on the Witchy Strangelove sisters. You decided to head out, grab some coffee, something to eat. With Dean's fucked up love spell and the sudden reappearnce of little miss dies a lot, it didsn't surprise you that you'd managed to miss lunch. Sam missed a little more.
Just as you were coming back, you caught the end of their conversation. About Lucifer, his real face. You always knew he was something terrible, but you never exactly thought of what. Sam wouldn't talk about Hell, and you weren't gonna push him, it had been seven and a half years, if he was going to say something, he would've already.
That's what led you back home, after all was said and done, Rowena was off making herself almost invincible, good luck oton her, you hoped it worked, after seeing what this had been doing to Sam for so long, you knew she needed it.
Sam and Dean had one of their little broments in the kitchen. You always left them alone when they did that, despite the fact it happened just about all the damn time.
You waited until Dean headed to bed before going in, seeing Sam staring off into space again, he'd been doing that more lately, but you'd often find him like that. Over the past seven and a half years at least.
You didn't speak, you knew not to when he was like this, it was easier if he didn't have to answer questions or pretend he was okay so you didn't worry. You just walked up to him, gave him one of those soft smiles that were the only thing making him glad he made it out these past few weeks, more really. And you took his hand, leading him back to your room.
He didn't take the time to change, just kicking off his boots and the light flannel, laying down with you before anything else could get him. You pulled him close, gentle but steady, resting his head against your chest. For a while, he just held you close in a vice grip, molding his body to yours in hopes he could fuse you together.
You let as much time pass as he needed before his hold on you loosened, not gone, but not clinging on for dear life. You slid down, your face to his, pressing the softest, lightest kisses all over, covering every last inch. Your hand came up to his neck, brushing the back of your finger over his skin, barely touching, just enough for him to feel the whispers of it.
You always spent these nights running your hands all over him, gentle and kind in a way he never imagined he'd feel again after the Cage, in a way he never thought possible. Touching him with love, flowing it through him again, as best you could. No more hate, or twisted fun.
You always paid more attention to his neck, letting him breathe, feeling it happen from the outside just to be sure. It was Lucifer's favourite place, that was the one thing Sam told you, so you always made sure to be as soft as possible there. Even when moments turned heated, you'd leave feather-light kisses there, never more.
After every monster's hand around his neck, after the rope and knives, you'd be sure to be the every day salvation he needed, even when he didn't want it.
