#cas x reader wing!kink

[fatecantstopme]

What I'd Give

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: When Dean is gravely injured on a hunt, (Y/N) makes a deal to save him--a deal that might just cost her everything.

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, mentions of death/dying. SMUT, dom/sub vibes, choking kink, overstimulation, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

You screamed helplessly as you watched your best friend and fellow hunter be thrown from the window across the room. You'd just managed to stab the demon you were fighting a mere second before you heard the breaking of glass.

You yanked the angel blade out of the demon's chest and ran straight towards the demon who'd just tossed your friend out the window. You stabbed the demon in the back, bringing an end to the fight.

You looked out the window and saw the horrific scene three stories down. Your heart clenched in your chest as you raced to the stairs, making it outside in record time.

"Dean!" you cried as you reached his broken body. "No, no, no, no..."

You were almost afraid to touch him--afraid to search for a pulse and not find one. You exhaled sharply and pulled yourself together, placing a firm hand against his neck. You could feel a very weak pulse beneath your fingertips and you knew he was in trouble.

The fall had certainly broken some bones and he likely had internal injuries of some kind. The glass from the window had sliced his skin in a million places, and you were worried he would have severe head trauma as well.

Normally, you would call out to Castiel and he would come running to save Dean, but this wasn't a normal day. Cas had been missing in action for weeks, and neither you nor the Winchesters knew where he was.

Dean's safety--his survival--depended solely on you. The two of you had been hunting alone, while Sam was out helping Garth on a different hunt. You'd hunted together countless times, but neither of you had ever been this seriously injured.

You knew he was dying--as surely as if there was a neon sign screaming "death!" above his head. You couldn't stand the thought of losing him, so you made a decision that would change your life.

"Anyone who's listening, I need your help," you called out. "Please...I will do anything...just save him."

You waited in silence for a few moments, hoping against hope someone would hear your call and take pity on you. You weren't exactly on good terms with most angels, but you couldn't help but hope at least one of them would care.

You heard the soft flap of wings that always signaled the arrival of an angel and you looked up hopefully. You inhaled sharply when your eyes met the glowing red eyes of the man who had come to rescue you--or should you say, archangel.

"Well hello, (Y/N). It's nice to see you again."

"Lucifer," you hissed lowly.

"In the flesh!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard your call," he said simply. "And well, let's be honest, no one else is coming to help you."

"Did you come here to gloat?"

"Of course not. Even I'm not cruel enough to find joy in the death of Dean Winchester."

"Then why did you come?"

"To save him, obviously."

Surprise lit up your face. Out of all the responses you'd expected, that hadn't been on the list. "Pardon?"

Lucifer smiled darkly. "For a small fee, of course."

"Ahh," you acknowledged. "That sounds more like it. What do you want?"

"Nothing too extravagant."

"Lucifer..." you growled.

"As you can see, this vessel isn't doing so well." He gestured to himself and you had to admit, he looked like absolute shit. "In fact, it's dying...which means I'm in need of a new one."

"Absolutely not," you said instantly. "He would never say yes to you."

Lucifer smirked. "I wasn't referring to him."

Your eyes widened. "I'm not an archangel vessel," you whispered.

"No, but you are a vessel. And I think you're strong enough to contain me long enough to find me a better one."

You swallowed thickly. There was no way you were going to agree to this...you knew what being an archangel's vessel would do to you and you weren't exactly interested in being strapped to a nuclear bomb.

"No," you said firmly.

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. "But just remember, Dean's death will be on your hands now."

You exhaled in defeat as you looked down at the man in your arms. You knew he was close to death--no hospital would be able to save him. Lucifer was your only option.

"Save him first," you whispered.

Lucifer smirked, knowing he'd won. "I would, (Y/N), but this vessel is simply too weak. I would need your body in order to save him."

You looked up into his dark eyes and considered his words. "I don't trust you."

"You would be a fool to trust me after all we've been through. However, I need you...and I need Dean alive and well to help me find an archangel vessel. Possessing you is a good motivator for him."

You clenched your jaw as you thought about your options. It took you mere moments to realize you didn't have any. You would rather die than allow Dean to...so your decision was made in an instant.

"Fine," you murmured softly. You looked up at the monster standing before you and exhaled slowly. "Yes," you breathed.

Lucifer wasted no time--immediately exiting his vessel and entering your body, taking over in an instant.

It was painful, feeling his energy within you, and you knew with absolute certainty you wouldn't be surviving this--no way in hell.

To your surprise, you were fully aware of everything happening around you. You could still see and hear--but you had no control over your body in any way.

Lucifer--you--reached out to Dean and touched him. Your palms began to glow and you watched the various wounds on his body heal quickly. His bright green eyes slowly blinked open and he looked up at you in surprise and confusion.

"What happened?" he groaned.

"You got tossed out a window," your voice said, though it was not you speaking.

Dean sat up and rubbed at his head. He looked down at himself, clearly surprised by his lack of serious injuries. "I fell three stories down..."

You nodded.

"How am I not dead?"

You felt your lips curl into a smile--a slightly cruel smile you knew was not your own. "You're welcome."

Dean's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What?"

Unbeknownst to you, your eyes began to glow red, alerting Dean to the presence of someone else in your body--and there was only one creature you knew whose eyes glowed red.

"Lucifer?" Dean yelled angrily.

"The one and only," he replied.

"How the hell...why are you...where's (Y/N)?"

"Oh she's right here," he said with a smile, tapping the side of your head. "Watching and listening like a little creep."

"Well it is my head, you asshole," you mumbled.

"Doesn't mean it's not creepy," Lucifer's voice hissed inside your mind.

You didn't like the idea that Lucifer could hear your thoughts and speak to you like that...and it made you wonder what else he could see within your mind.

"Everything," he teased darkly.

"Fuck."

"Get the hell out of her body," Dean growled.

"Not a chance, buck-o. (Y/N) was kind enough to invite me in, so I think I'll stay a while."

Dean pulled an angel blade out of his back pocket and pointed it at you. You knew he would never use it if it meant killing you too. It was an idle threat and Lucifer knew it.

Lucifer simply laughed. "You're not going to use that, so put it away."

"Get out of her and I won't have to."

"Oh please, you won't kill her."

Dean's expression remained impassive, but you could see his resolve waning. You knew him too well to miss the small tells. Unfortunately, that meant Lucifer knew him just as well.

"Let's make this easy on ourselves," he began. "Everything (Y/N) knows, I know. Every memory, every thought, every feeling, everything. So put the damn blade down before I have to break your arm."

You could see the anger on Dean's face, but he lowered the blade and slipped it back inside his jacket. "Why the hell did she invite you in?"

"You were about 5 minutes from death and she couldn't save you."

"So what, she called out to you?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"She called out to everyone...I'm just the only one who responded." You felt your eyes glance around in slight concern. "Speaking of, we should probably get out of here, just in case."

Dean nodded and lead the way to the Impala, which was parked a short distance away. You got into the passenger seat like usual and you saw Dean tense up at your proximity. He clearly didn't like the idea of the Devil riding shotgun.

"So why did you heal me?"

"I need your help," Lucifer admitted.

"What makes you think I'd ever help you?"

"I knew you wouldn't, which is why I convinced (Y/N) to let me have her body for a little while."

"Convinced?"

"I may have told her a little white lie--that my old vessel was too weak for me to save you. She didn't exactly offer herself up, but she didn't fight very hard when she realized I was her only option."

"You slimy son of a bitch," you growled.

"I'm the devil, (Y/N). What did you expect?"

"You son of a bitch," Dean mumbled, echoing your sentiments. "What exactly do you want from me?"

"I need to find an actual archangel vessel. I'm getting tired of jumping from vessel to vessel...they keep burning out. It's rather tiresome."

"Well you're not touching Sam, or me for that matter."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he insisted. "I know there are others out there, but I need someone with your connections to help me locate one."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "My connections?"

"Well, Bobby Singer's connections, really...but the best way to him is through you, and the best way to you is through her."

Dean exhaled angrily. You knew he was mad at you just as much as he was mad at Lucifer. You were surprised he hadn't given you an earful yet, even with Lucifer listening in.

"Fine," Dean grumbled. "But the moment we find you a vessel, I want you out of her body. Do you understand me?"

"Perfectly," Lucifer answered.

"Now just sit there quietly until we get to Bobby's, understand? I want absolute silence."

"Well that's boring--"

"I can't stand hearing you speak with her voice, okay? So shut up."

Lucifer smirked, but fell silent, deciding instead to annoy you.

"He's mad at you, isn't he?"

"I said yes to you...of course he's mad."

"Does he know?"

"Know what?"

"How you feel about him?"

"I would really like you to shut the hell up now, Lucifer," you hissed.

"But I'm so bored," he whined.

"I don't give a damn and neither does Dean. It's about 2 hours to Bobby's place...can you be silent for 2 hours?"

"Fine," he grumbled. "It'll give me more time to dig around in your brain anyway..."

"Shit--no!"

You tried to shut him out of your mind as best as you could, but you could still feel him rooting around in your head...making himself at home and digging into memories and thoughts and feelings that were never meant to be shared with another soul.

**********

"What an unsightly place," Lucifer grumbled as he--you--followed Dean up the stairs to Bobby's door.

Dean shot an annoyed glare in your direction, but didn't comment.

"Bobby!" he called as he entered the house.

Bobby came into view and offered you both a tired smile. "Hey you two. What brings you to Sioux Falls?"

"We were close by on a hunt and now we need your help," Dean answered.

"Sure. Come on in."

Neither you, nor Lucifer, had said a word of greeting to Bobby, which struck the older man as odd.

"You alright, (Y/N)?"

"Oh I'm just peachy," your voice answered.

Bobby's eyes narrowed at you, immediately noticing your voice was off. Besides, you didn't tend to talk to Bobby like that.

Before Bobby could question you, Dean spoke up. "We need to find an archangel vessel...as fast as possible."

Bobby stared at him for a moment. "Dean, you are an archangel vessel."

"Yeah, well I need one to house the devil--and it ain't gonna be me or Sam."

"Why the hell do you need a vessel for Lucifer?"

Your hand reached out and tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Judging by Bobby's shocked expression, you assumed your eyes were once again glowing red. Bobby quickly took a step back, looking between you and Dean in confusion.

"It's a long story," Dean muttered. "But I don't want him riding shotgun in (Y/N)'s head any longer than necessary, so we need to find him another vessel."

"Preferably before this current one starts to rot from the inside out," Lucifer added.

"Seriously, Lucifer?"

"Well that is essentially what happens, you know. I wouldn't want to damage such a pretty face."

"Oh fuck off," you grumbled.

"Why in god's name would she say yes to you?" Bobby asked angrily.

"To save my life, okay?" Dean snapped. "Look--we don't have time for this. I need your help to find another vessel. Please."

Bobby sighed and crossed the room to his desk, which was covered in books and papers--an organizational system only Bobby understood. He eyed you warily, but he didn't comment on the situation further.

"I assume you know how to find an archangel vessel," Lucifer commented.

"Perhaps you could enlighten me," Bobby responded.

Lucifer sighed and began to tell Bobby what he needed to look for. You ignored the words coming from our own mouth, instead focusing on Dean. You could see how upset he was and it made you feel incredibly foolish. You hated seeing him like this, but you didn't regret your decision. The mere fact he was alive to be angry made this whole thing worth it.

"How long do you think it'll take?" Dean asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"A week or two--maybe a little more," Bobby answered.

Dean looked in your direction, eyeing you with concern. "Will (Y/N) last that long?"

"Might wanna keep it closer to two weeks," Lucifer replied.

"You're lying, aren't you?" you asked quietly.

"Do you want me to tell them the truth?"

You sighed internally. "I think Dean deserves to know."

"A week would be even better," Lucifer said aloud.

Dean stared at you, worry deepening the lines on his face. His gaze traced your face, searching for any signs of deception--or maybe signs of damage.

"Well then," Bobby muttered. "Better get started."

**********

You sat in the corner, feet up on another chair as you watched Dean and Bobby. You could tell both of them were extremely worried, but their focus was on finding another vessel. They didn't have time to dive into their fears for your life.

Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed to think he had all the time in the world. He was quite happy to torture you instead of providing the two hunters with any assistance.

"Why haven't you told Dean?" he asked for what had to be the 1,000th time.

"There's nothing to tell, Lucifer. Would you just back off?"

"You're really no fun, you know that?"

"Good. This isn't supposed to be fun for you."

"I can make it fun."

"I'd really rather you not."

"Too late!" he said gleefully.

You could feel him poking around inside your head again, searching for something he could use to hurt you with--or hurt Dean with. You tried to keep him away from your darkest secrets, from the things you'd never shared with another soul, not even Dean. But you noticed it was getting harder and harder to resist him. You weren't sure if it was because he was so strong or if you were becoming weaker. Either way, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer found something he shouldn't.

Unfortunately for you, that moment came much sooner than you'd anticipated.

"(Y/N)--fuck, I mean Lucifer...can I talk to you outside for a moment?" Dean asked suddenly, rising from his chair and heading outside without waiting for a reply.

"Well this should be fun," you mumbled internally.

"I assure you," Lucifer mocked. "It will be."

You felt your body moving, feet heading after Dean whether you wanted to or not.

Once outside, Dean turned to face you, eyes filled with a multitude of emotions you couldn't stand to see. "I want to talk to (Y/N)."

"Oh come now," Lucifer said. "You know that's not how it works."

"I know you can shut up and take a backseat. So that's what I want."

"Hmm..." Lucifer hummed thoughtfully. "You know, I'd rather not. Besides, (Y/N) doesn't really feel like talking to you right now."

"Fuck you, Lucifer. Let me talk to him!"

"Sorry, sweetheart. Ain't happening."

"Somehow I doubt that," Dean grumbled angrily.

"You can doubt it all you want, but I'm the one physically inside her head. I know what she's thinking and let me tell you, it's not very complimentary of you."

"What?" Dean asked in surprised confusion.

"You have no idea what she really thinks of you, do you?"

"Lucifer, what the hell are you doing?" you growled.

He ignored you, instead focusing on his conversation with Dean.

"She's my best friend," Dean responded. "What more do I need to know?"

Lucifer laughed cruelly. "I'm sorry, that's just too funny. You think she's your best friend?"

You could see the look of hurt cross Dean's face for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.

"Sorry," Lucifer said, laughter subsiding. "It's just hilarious that you think she cares about you that much."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"She's tired of you, Dean. She's tired of your stubbornness, your self-loathing, your reckless behavior. She's tired of everything to do with you. She doesn't care about you--not really, anyway. You annoy the shit out of her, but she puts up with you because she feels like she has to."

You fought with everything you had to overpower Lucifer and take control of your mind and body. Not a single word Lucifer was uttering was true and you desperately wanted to tell Dean the truth.

"Stop fighting, (Y/N). You can't win," Lucifer whispered.

"Stop lying to him and I'll stop fighting," you insisted.

"No. I'm simply having too much fun."

Dean's face was impassive to the average person, but you saw through the mask on his face, and so did Lucifer. "I don't believe you," Dean said softly.

"You don't have to believe me. They're not my words. I'm simply relaying (Y/N)'s thoughts," Lucifer said with a shrug. "Haven't you ever wondered how she puts up with all your shit? You're not exactly walking sunshine, Dean. You're one of the most damaged humans I've ever met."

Dean inhaled deeply. "If she hates me so much, why does she stay?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Neither you nor Dean knew what Lucifer was going to say next...and his words cut deeper than you'd expected them to.

"She's in love with your brother," Lucifer sneered.

"Lucifer, no!" you screamed.

Dean's eyes widened and shock settled onto his face. He turned around, his back to you in an attempt to collect himself.

You fought even harder...you needed to get this son of a bitch out of your body. It felt like you were locked inside your own mind with no way out. Lucifer was too strong and the harder you fought, the weaker you became. You quickly realized the more energy you expended, the stronger he became...there was no use in fighting him.

"You're a monster," you whispered.

"They call me the devil for a reason.'"

You didn't bother responding to him. Your heart was aching for Dean and all you wanted was to comfort him. You knew exactly where his head would be at right now and it was killing you.

He'd always compared himself to Sam--at least as long as you'd known him. He seemed to think Sam was better than him in a lot of ways and certainly more lovable. The mere idea that you agreed with that sentiment...that you loved Sam...it would break him and you knew it.

"Sam is better than you in every way," Lucifer added, stoking the fire. "Why would anyone love you when they could have Sam? He's everything you're not...sure of himself, confident, open and honest. Sam is better for (Y/N) than you could ever be."

Dean turned back around, face a mask of impassiveness once again. "Let's find you a vessel so you can get the hell out of our lives," he said in a low voice. "Besides, I wouldn't want to get in the way of Sam and (Y/N)'s love."

If you'd been capable of crying, you knew the tears would be streaming down your face in that moment. Your heart ached in a way you were unfamiliar with and you hoped Lucifer could feel the pain the same way you did.

"Why?" you whispered.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you say that to him?"

Lucifer laughed. "Simple...I knew it would hurt both of you. You're in love with him and if his reaction was anything to go by, it looks like he feels the same."

"We're both helping you right now. Why can't you just be grateful for 10 fucking minutes?" you hissed.

"Where's the fun in that?"

You knew the question was rhetorical, so you didn't bother responding. Instead, you quietly watched Dean walk away and you knew he was going to lose his shit. You could feel it as clearly as your own emotions.

"Let's follow him," Lucifer said happily.

"Let him take his anger out without an audience," you snapped.

Lucifer ignored you and quietly followed after Dean, keeping a distance to avoid being noticed.

Once Dean was farther away from the house and seemingly alone, he grabbed a crowbar from a nearby bench and began to beat the ever-loving-shit out of a junker car.

If you'd wondered about Dean's feelings for you before (and you had), you didn't wonder anymore. It was clear he cared about you in the same way you cared about him and you hated seeing him in such pain.

You wanted nothing more than to go to him, but Lucifer was much happier standing to the side and watching Dean suffer alone.

"Please," you whispered.

"You can tell him I'm a lying bastard if you manage to survive this."

"You and I both know that's not likely," you sighed quietly. "I don't want him to suffer and I don't want to die with him thinking I hate him."

"Pity. Guess you should have told him sooner..."

"Oh fuck off, Lucifer," you growled.

Lucifer's laughter echoed in your head and you hated him in that moment more than you could even begin to express.

**********

"You alright kid?" Bobby asked Dean when he returned to the house an hour or so later.

Lucifer, and therefore you, had returned shortly after watching Dean fall apart. When he'd dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, Lucifer had gotten bored and left.

"I'm fine," Dean lied. "Do you have any leads?"

"I've put out my feelers to every person I could think of. I'm sure someone will have something for me soon."

"Did you call Sam?"

Bobby shook his head. "I assumed you did."

"Call him and let him know what's going on. I'm going out."

"Where are you going?"

"Yeah, Dean," Lucifer chimed in, "where are you going?"

"The nearest bar. Don't wait up."

You tried to say his name, but your mouth refused to form the word.

As soon as Dean was out of earshot, Bobby turned his attention to you. "What the hell did you say to him?"

"Me?" Lucifer asked, feigning innocence. "Why would you think I did something?"

"Maybe because you're the devil?" Bobby answered sarcastically.

Lucifer smirked darkly. "I may have poked at all of his insecurities."

Bobby groaned. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"

"That's not a nice thing to say about my Father."

Bobby just glared at you and rolled his eyes. He got up and left the room and you assumed he was going to call Sam.

"I second Bobby's comment."

"I wear it like a badge of honor."

You knew exactly what Dean was going to do and it was killing you. He was going to drink until he couldn't feel a thing, pick up some random girl, and fuck her senseless--anything to feel something other than the ache in his chest. You knew him better than he knew himself...but in this moment, you desperately wished you didn't. You would give anything to not know what he was going to do.

**********

Three days later, one of Bobby's sources had a lead on a potential archangel vessel.

Dean hadn't spoken to you or Lucifer unless he absolutely had to. It was too hard to even look at your face and hearing your voice was a thousand times worse.

Sam was still out on a hunt with Garth, but he promised to be there to help as soon as he could.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Bobby asked Dean as the two of you were preparing to leave.

"The less people involved, the better. Stay here in case we need more intel," Dean responded.

"I don't like the idea of you traveling alone with Lucifer."

"I'll be fine."

Bobby didn't believe him anymore than you did, but neither of you commented on it--not that you could have if you'd wanted to.

As you/Lucifer and Dean climbed into the Impala, Dean didn't spare a glance in your direction.

"Isn't this fun?" Lucifer asked. "I've always wanted to go on a roadtrip."

Dean groaned. "What are the chances you'll be quiet during this drive?"

"Slim to none," Lucifer said with a smirk.

The response almost made Dean smile. It sounded like something you would say and technically it was your voice. He had to remind himself you weren't really talking to him--every word out of your mouth was Lucifer.

Dean took off without another word and you silently prayed this lead would pan out. You were extremely tired and it had only been about four days since Lucifer had possessed you.

By this point, you were having a hard time focusing on what was happening in the real world. You were in pain and you could feel your body weakening...you were dying and you knew it. You just hoped Dean didn't notice.

**********

By the time the three of you arrived at your destination, you were feeling terrible. You weren't even sure how much time had passed since you'd left Bobby's. In fact, you were pretty sure you'd fallen asleep very early on.

"It's been about 12 hours," Lucifer told you.

"I slept for 12 hours?"

"You're dying," he said nonchalantly. "So you're going to have a harder time staying awake."

"Great," you whispered sarcastically.

"Lucifer!" Dean growled. "You coming?"

"Of course."

Lucifer followed Dean into a building you assumed was an apartment complex. Sometime during the elevator ride, you must have fallen unconscious again, because when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself standing in a nice apartment.

Dean was talking calmly to a young man who looked moderately terrified.

"Is he the vessel?" you mumbled.

"Yes. I can feel it," Lucifer responded.

"Thank god..."

"I'm sorry, you want me to allow the literal devil to possess me?" the young man practically yelled at Dean. "That's assuming I even believe in the devil."

"Look man," Dean said with surprising calmness. "I know I sound insane, but it's all real. We need an archangel vessel and like it or not, that's you."

"What if I don't want to say yes?"

Dean grabbed him by his collar. "Then the woman he's currently wearing will die...and I will do anything to prevent that." His voice was low, barely above a growl.

The young man looked terrified, eyes wide with fear. "Are you threatening me?" he whispered.

Dean straightened out the guy's shirt and gave him a dark smile. "Of course not."

"So I have a choice?"

Lucifer chuckled. "Don't think for a moment he'll give you an option, kid."

The guy looked at you and you felt terrible for him. You understood his fear and apprehension...and it felt wrong to force Lucifer onto him. This kid didn't deserve it.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you mumbled.

"Too late, (Y/N). Dean knows he's an archangel vessel. There's no way he's going to leave without getting him to say yes."

You wanted to respond--to fight, but you couldn't. You were too weak...too tired. Everything hurt too much.

"What's it like?" the guy asked softly.

"Like being strapped to a rocket," Lucifer said snidely.

Dean shot him an annoyed glance. "You'll be fine. You were meant for this."

The guy's gaze remained fixated on you. "She looks like shit...am I going to look like that?"

Dean finally focused his gaze on your face and you saw the fear flash in his eyes. He could see you were dying. Your skin was pale, your eyes bloodshot, dark circles adorning them...your lips were cracked and there were slight lacerations appearing around your forehead and jawline.

"She wasn't meant to house the power of an archangel," Lucifer responded. "She's dying, but the same won't happen to you."

"Will she be okay if I say yes?"

"Yes," Lucifer lied smoothly.

The guy looked like he was contemplating what to do, so Dean spoke up again.

"Look, kid. She's important to me...more important to me than pretty much anyone else in this fucked up world. I would do anything to save her...she's--she's my brother's girl."

You wanted to tell him that wasn't true, but you knew it was fruitless to even try. Even still, your heart ached at his words.

"How long?" the guy asked, directing his question at Lucifer.

"As long as I want. You'll never age, never die, as long as I'm with you."

The guy nodded. "Alright. I'll do it." He stood up. "What do I need to do?"

"Just say 'yes'," Lucifer answered.

"Yes."

A bright white light filled the room and Dean had to shield his eyes. When the light faded, you were lying on the floor and Lucifer was now clearly possessing the young man they'd come to find.

"(Y/N)!" Dean yelled as he raced to your side.

Your pulse was faint and you looked even worse than you had moments before.

"Heal her," Dean demanded.

Lucifer's lips curled up in a cruel smile. "No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no," he repeated. "I'm not interested in saving her."

"You wouldn't have a vessel without us. You owe her!"

"I'm the devil, Dean. What makes you think I give a damn about debts?"

Dean stared at him, anger and terror fighting for control in equal measure. He stood up and went to lunge at Lucifer, but the archangel simply disappeared, leaving you and Dean completely helpless and alone.

**********

Dean had rushed you to the hospital and was currently sitting in the waiting room, hoping to hear something about your condition.

Sam rushed into the room, eyes scanning for his brother. When he saw him, Sam crossed the distance and wrapped Dean in a tight hug.

"How is she?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said quietly. "But it doesn't look good."

"She's strong, Dean."

"I don't think that matters...her body was never meant to house an archangel and she managed to do it for almost a week. She's dying, Sammy."

Sam's eyes filled with tears, but he blinked rapidly to keep them from falling.

Dean's heart ached, seeing his brother look so upset. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a broken emptiness in his soul--a space you used to occupy. But he needed to push past his own pain for his brother's sake. After all...you weren't his.

"For (Y/N)?" a doctor called into the waiting room.

Dean and Sam practically ran in her direction. Dean's heart clenched in his chest as he took in the doctor's sad expression.

"Are you (Y/N)'s family?"

Both men nodded.

"Come with me, please," the doctor said quietly.

They followed her to a private waiting area and Dean's dread increased significantly. "What's going on?" he asked worriedly.

"Please have a seat," the doctor asked, gesturing toward the chairs against the wall. She closed the door before taking her seat across from them.

"My name's Dr. Murphy. I'm (Y/N)'s treating physician."

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."

"There's no easy way to say this," Dr. Murphy said gently. "(Y/N)'s injuries are quite severe and she's in critical condition."

"But she's going to be okay, right?" Dean asked hopefully.

Dr. Murphy frowned and shook her head. "Her organs have begun to shut down...it's only a matter of time now. The best I can do is try to keep her comfortable."

"No," Dean whispered. "No, she can't--"

Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to comfort his brother.

"I'm very sorry," Dr. Murphy murmured.

Dean suddenly stood up. "I can't do this. I need--I need air."

He practically ran from the room and Sam got up to follow him, but Dr. Murphy placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I think it's best to give him a moment."

Sam nodded as he desperately tried to push his own emotions away. He adored you, but he knew exactly how much Dean loved you...so he knew how much pain his brother was in right now. It hurt him almost as much as losing you.

***********

Once Dean was outside, he ran around to the side of the building, desperate to be alone for a moment. He collapsed onto the ground, back against the hard stone of the hospital exterior. All of the tears he'd been pushing back for days finally poured out.

He found himself falling apart in public--something he couldn't recall doing before. He couldn't bring himself to care. You were dying and it was killing him. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so careless, he wouldn't have gotten injured and you never would have had to beg Lucifer to save him.

He knew it wasn't a rational way of thinking, but in that moment, it didn't matter. You were about to become just another name on a never ending list of people who died because of him. He couldn't take it--it was too much.

"I know I'm not exactly on good terms with any of you and I probably don't deserve your help, but I'm not asking for myself. (Y/N) is dying and I can't save her. I'm not normally the kind of man to beg, but I'm on my knees right now...begging for just one of you to find it in yourself to give a damn. She doesn't deserve this. She's the best person I've ever known...so please. Please someone answer me. Please..." His voice was broken by the end of his short speech.

He was desperate and there was nothing he wouldn't do to save her. If no angel would help him...he wasn't above making a deal with a demon. He'd been to hell once before, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant you could live.

"Hello, Dean Winchester," a soft female voice said from beside him.

He jumped up quickly, ready to fight if need be. He hadn't even heard the woman arrive, which meant she likely wasn't human.

"Don't worry," she said gently. "I'm not here to hurt you. My name is Aliraphael."

"Aliraphael?" Dean repeated. "I've never heard of you."

She smiled. "You don't need to know my name to know what I am."

Dean swallowed thickly. "Why did you come?"

"You prayed for help. I answered."

"But why? We don't know you...what would make you wanna help us?"

Aliraphael smiled. "You, your brother, and (Y/N) have sacrificed much for this world and all of the people in it. I think you deserve a miracle."

Normally Dean wouldn't believe her, but there was something in her eyes that made him feel safe. He was inclined to trust her, but he had to be sure. "What do you want in return?"

"Nothing. This is my gift to you."

"Nothing is free."

"I understand why you may be jaded, but sometimes a gift is simply a gift. This is one of those times."

Dean nodded. "I'm choosing to trust you, but just know if you betray me, I will kill you."

She smiled. "I would expect nothing less of the great Dean Winchester."

Dean led Aliraphael into the hospital and his eyes scanned the waiting area for Sam. He wasn't there, so Dean assumed he'd gone to your room.

"Excuse me. Can you tell me what room (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is in?" Dean asked the receptionist.

The woman typed on her computer without looking up and muttered, "Room 212."

"Thanks," Dean replied. He tried to walk slowly--normally--to room 212, but every instinct in his body was screaming for him to get to you as quickly as possible.

When Dean entered the room, he saw Sam standing beside your bed, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. He was speaking softly to you and Dean felt that ache in his chest intensify.

"Sam," Dean said softly.

Sam turned towards the door, eyes red from his tears. He looked between Dean and Aliraphael in confusion. "Who's she?"

"I am Aliraphael," the angel responded. "I am here to heal (Y/N)."

Sam cut Dean a look. "What did you do?"

Dean shrugged. "I prayed. She came."

"Okay, but what did you promise her in exchange?"

"Your brother has promised me nothing. I am doing this because I wish to. I have no ulterior motive."

Sam still looked worried, but he stepped back to allow Aliraphael access to your bed. Aliraphael gently placed her hand against your forehead and closed her eyes. A soft white glow began to envelop your body and your skin began to return to normal.

After several moments, Aliraphael dropped her hand from your head and turned to Sam and Dean. "It is finished."

You started to stir in the bed and Dean's heart beat faster.

"She will awaken in a moment," Aliraphael assured them.

"Thank you," Dean whispered, unable to take his eyes off your face.

Sam echoed his brother's statement and Aliraphael smiled.

"You are all very welcome." With that, the angel disappeared as if she had never been there.

You groaned softly and your eyes slowly opened. You blinked rapidly trying to clear them and focus on the room around you.

"I have to go," Dean muttered.

"What?" Sam asked in surprise, but Dean had already exited the room.

"Sam?" you asked softly, hearing the younger Winchester's voice.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," he murmured. "I'm here."

Your bright (y/e/c) eyes focused on his face. "What happened?"

"What do you remember?"

You thought about it for a moment and the memories of the past few days came flooding back. "Lucifer..." you whispered.

Sam sighed and nodded. "Yeah."

"I was dying, Sam--I felt it. Why am I not dead?"

"Dean prayed...and some angel we'd never met before came to save you."

Your eyes widened. "Dean...where is he? I need to talk to him."

"He was just here, but when you started to wake up, he bolted."

"Shit," you murmured. "We need to go after him."

You started to sit up and tug at the IV in your arm, but Sam stopped you.

"Woah! Woah! Slow down, (Y/N). You were almost dead not even five minutes ago."

"And now I'm not, so we need to get the hell out of here Sam," you insisted.

Sam sighed. He knew better than to fight you, so he simply helped you remove your IV and untangle you from the web of other tubes and wires. He handed you your clothes and turned around so you could get dressed in privacy.

"Alright, let's go," you said as soon as you were dressed.

*********

When Dean left the hospital, he'd taken the Impala and started the long drive back to Lawrence. He just wanted to get home before you and figure out what his next move was. If you and Sam were going to be together...he didn't want to be there to witness it. He couldn't.

Dean's phone had rang several times, but he hadn't answered. Most of the calls were from you and a few were from Sam, but he couldn't handle hearing your voice right now. Especially if you were going to tell him everything Lucifer had said was true.

"He's still not answering his damn phone," you muttered, throwing the phone onto the dash angrily.

"I just don't get why he'd leave like that," Sam said for the fifth time.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "Lucifer said some things to him, Sam...things that hurt him deeply. None of it was true, but Dean doesn't know that."

"What kind of things?"

"Things about me...about how I feel. And about you," you admitted quietly.

"(Y/N), just tell me."

"Lucifer told Dean I couldn't stand him and the only reason I hung around was because I'm in love with you."

Sam scoffed. "And Dean believed him?"

"You didn't see his face, Sam...he believed every word. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn't overpower Lucifer."

"Shit," Sam mumbled. "He's a goddamn idiot if he thinks you love me more than him."

You laughed dryly. "Lucifer played on Dean's insecurities and unfortunately, it worked."

Sam sighed. "Where do you think he'd go?"

"I have to hope he went home."

"Then let's get there before he does." Sam sped up, flooring the stolen car like he'd--well, like he'd stolen it.

You were about five hours from Lawrence and Dean had a head start. You knew it was unlikely you'd get there first, but you had to hope you could get there before he left.

**********

When Sam pulled into the Bunker's garage four and a half hours later, you were relieved to see the Impala parked where it should be. Dean would never leave without his beloved car, which meant he was still there.

Both you and Sam practically ran into the Bunker, calling Dean's name.

The green eyed hunter heard your voices, but he ignored both you and Sam. He couldn't face you...he just couldn't.

"Dean? Where are you?" you called again.

"Come on, Dean. We know you're here," Sam said in annoyance.

You headed into the kitchen and Sam went down towards Dean's bedroom. Both of you hoped to find him before he managed to sneak his way out.

Sam entered his brother's room without knocking and sighed in relief. "Dean. There you are."

"Sam," he said curtly.

"Why the hell did you leave? And why didn't you answer our calls?"

"I just needed to get out of there."

"What, before (Y/N) woke up?" Sam's tone made it clear exactly how stupid he thought his brother's actions were.

"Look man, I'm glad she's okay, but I can't face her. I don't want to have that conversation."

Sam decided to play dumb. "What conversation, Dean? The one where she thanks you for saving her life? Or where you yell at her for saying yes to Lucifer in the first place? Cuz trust me, we had that conversation already."

"That's not what I'm talking about, Sam," Dean said quietly as he started to pack his duffle. "But it doesn't matter. I'm leaving."

"Why the hell are you leaving?"

"I can't stay here. I can't--I can't see the two of you together," he whispered.

"Together?" Sam asked incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's fine, Sam. I know."

"There's nothing to know!"

Dean glared at his brother and shook his head. "I saw you at the hospital...you clearly feel the same as she does."

"Yeah I do!" Sam yelled. "She's my friend--she's family!"

Dean was about to snap back another retort, but Sam cut him off.

"Just talk to (Y/N), Dean. Let her explain...you owe her that much."

"I don't want to talk to her."

"I'm not going to give you a choice," you said from the bedroom doorway.

Both men turned to look at you in surprise. You crossed your arms and stood firm.

"I don't want to talk," Dean said quietly.

"Good. I don't want you to talk, Dean. I want you to listen." You turned your gaze to Sam and gestured with your head for him to leave the room.

He gladly exited, not wanting to be a part of this particular conversation.

You closed the door behind him and continued to stand in front of it, afraid Dean would try to leave if you moved.

"Lucifer is a liar, Dean. I shouldn't even have to say that. He's the devil, for crying out loud. He's kinda known for his lies."

"But he's also been honest with us before," Dean countered.

"Only when it benefited him. Just like he lies when it benefits him. Hurting you? Hurting me? That shit brought him joy."

"Really? Did it hurt you to hear him tell me how you really feel about me?"

"No," you said angrily. "It hurt me to hear him lie to you about how I feel! The things he said were cruel and terrible, but more importantly, they weren't true!"

Dean stared at you silently, clearly not believing a word you said.

"Do you really think I'm capable of lying to you for years? Think of every moment we've spent together, Dean...do you really think I pretended to care about you? Pretended to enjoy spending time with you? Think about all the times we've laughed together, the times we've had each other's backs, the small glances, the whispers in the dark when one of us had a nightmare. Think about all of those moments and then look me in the eye and tell me it was all a lie."

Tears filled his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same expression was reflected in your own. You took a step towards him, desperately wanting to touch him, but afraid it be unwelcome.

"You're my favorite person in the world, Dean Winchester. You. Not Sam, not Bobby, not Jodi...you. You hold my whole heart in your hands...you always have. If you don't want it, then I understand, but don't for a second think I love anyone but you."

His lips parted in surprise. "But what about Sam?" he whispered.

You sighed loudly. "Weren't you listening? Sam is my friend, Dean, but nothing more than that. I love him like a brother." You took another step towards him. "He doesn't compare to you--he couldn't compare to you. I love you, Dean...and I don't mean like a brother."

Dean inhaled deeply. "I want to believe you, (Y/N/N)..."

"Then believe me," you begged him. "I love you."

Dean thought about what Lucifer had said and he realized why he'd believed it so easily. They were all things Dean was afraid of...he knew he wasn't good enough for you and he was terrified you knew it too.

"Talk to me, Dean," you whispered, taking a final step towards him.

He looked deep into your eyes and found nothing but love there. The same love he held in his soul for you. "I've always been afraid to tell you how I feel because I know I'm not good enough for you," he admitted. "That's why it was so easy for me to believe Lucifer's lies...it was almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy. I couldn't believe you'd ever want me, so it was easier to believe you wanted Sam. He's better for you in every way."

"Stop," you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. "I decide who is best for me and I choose you. I will always choose you."

"(Y/N)," he whispered.

You pressed your lips against his, trying to infuse it with all of the love in your soul. Dean's arms wrapped around your thick waist, pulling you closer to him. He deepened the kiss, lips hungrily devouring yours.

You stayed locked in each other's embrace for what felt like an eternity. Your tongues fought for dominance and your hands caressed any part of each other they could reach.

When the kiss inevitably broke so the two of you could breathe, Dean laid his forehead against yours. "This might go without saying, but I love you too, (Y/N). So goddamn much."

You chuckled breathlessly. "After a kiss like that, I'd sure as hell hope so."

He grinned and tugged you even closer to him. His lips pressed against yours again and he found himself wanting to feel every part of your soft body. He needed it, just as much as needed air to breathe.

"Let me show you how much, baby," he whispered against your lips.

"Please," you moaned softly.

“Strip for me, pretty girl,” he commanded.

You gently pushed against his chest, forcing him back against the bed. He dropped down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving your body.

You slowly began to remove your clothing, taking much longer than you needed to. You were teasing him and he was eating it up.

You finally got down to just your bra and panties, nothing fancy as you obviously weren’t planning on this happening, but Dean didn’t seem to care. In fact, you were about to be very glad you didn’t wear anything nice.

“You are so damn beautiful, baby,” he whispered.

You offered him a warm smile, appreciative of the affection in his gaze. He thought you were a goddess among humans, a treasure to behold.

“I think you’re a bit overdressed, Dean,” you teased softly.

“You know, babe, I think you’re right.” He stood up and shed his layers significantly faster than you had. He was extremely impatient, as he was dying to get his hands on you.

You admired his broad chest, thick arms, and sculpted form. He looked incredible, scars and all. You felt the strong urge to kiss every single one of them, if he would allow you.

He now stood before you in nothing but his boxers, his large erection straining against the thin fabric.

“Let’s get this off you,” he muttered, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.

The moment your breasts were exposed to his gaze, he let out a low groan. “Fuck, baby. These are even better than I’d imagined.”

“You imagined my—“ your question was cut off by the feeling of his lips wrapped around your nipple and his hands caressing your breasts gently.

The gentle movements quickly turned more intense, and he began to truly knead and nip at your flesh. You moaned softly and gently ran your fingers through his soft hair.

You pressed yourself even closer to him, feeling his bulge press against your abdomen. He lifted his head with a small smirk.

“Impatient, are we?”

You nodded quickly.

“Oh come on now, sweetheart. Use those words for me. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you whimpered. “I want you.”

His smirk widened. “I figured that much out on my own, darlin'. I want you to tell me what you need.”

You weren’t exactly accustomed to expressing yourself verbally in the bedroom. To be honest, a lot of your past experiences weren’t that great anyway. A lot of one night stands with men who only cared about their own pleasure.

You found yourself feeling kind of excited at the prospect of a man listening to you and what you wanted…even more so because that man was Dean.

“I want you on your knees, handsome,” you said firmly.

Dean’s eyes widened slightly, but he dropped to his knees obediently. His normally bright green eyes were dark with lust as he locked eyes with you.

You loved the powerful feeling you had as you stood over him. The great Dean Winchester, on his knees for you.

You touched his face sweetly and he leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Do you wanna eat my pussy, Dean?” you whispered.

His eyes shot back open, a hungry expression on his face. “Yes,” he breathed lowly.

“Then get to work,” you commanded softly.

Dean was used to being in charge in the bedroom and it wasn’t often he found himself submitting to a woman. You were different than any woman he’d ever been with before—after all, he loved you. If you told him to do a damn handstand naked, lick your feet, and call you “your majesty”, he would have done it in a heartbeat.

His calloused hands slowly slid up your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh. His mouth followed, leaving sloppy kisses as he worked his way closer to your core.

“Baby?” he asked softly, glancing up at you.

“Hmm?”

“Do you have any particular attachment to these panties?”

“No, why—Dean!” you gasped as he ripped your underwear in half, tossing the remains to the floor.

He grinned and made a happy little noise deep in his throat before kissing your mound. He grabbed your right leg and tugged it up over his shoulder, giving him better access to you.

“Lean on me for support, beautiful. I got you.”

The moment you laid a hand on his shoulder and he was sure you were stable, he dove into your pussy with a deep growl.

Your head fell back in ecstasy and a series of moans left your lips. The hand not holding onto his shoulder immediately wound itself in his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Dean—feels so good,” you moaned.

His hands dug into your ass cheeks in response, tugging you even closer to him. He never wanted to stop—hearing those sweet sounds you made mixed with the heady taste of your sweetness was more intoxicating than any drink he’d ever had.

Your legs had begun to tremble and Dean’s grip on you tightened. He wasn’t willing to stop his ministrations, but he wouldn’t let you fall either.

Your nails scraped against his scalp and his shoulder as you clung to him. The pleasure was almost too much and not enough all at once, and you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Dean,” you gasped. “I’m so close.”

He smiled against your core and shifted his focus more heavily to your clit. You cried out and cursed softly, and he knew he’d made the right move.

“I—oh god,” you cried as your orgasm washed over you.

Dean lapped up everything you had to offer, his grip on your body never loosening. As you began to come down from your high, he slipped his hands up to your hips to ensure he didn’t drop you.

He gave your pussy one last lick before allowing you to pull him up by his hair. To his surprise, you mashed your lips against his hungrily, not giving a damn that he tasted like you.

One hand tangled into your hair and the other held you tightly. “What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?” He murmured against your skin.

“Take control, Dean,” you begged. “Make my legs shake. Make me scream. I don’t wanna be able to move for hours.”

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “Who taught you to talk like that, baby?”

You smirked. “It comes naturally with you.”

"Well it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard," he murmured.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and gripped you tightly. He spun you both around so your back was to the bed. He pulled you up into his arms and tossed you onto the bed.

You gasped in surprise, not used to being manhandled in such a manner. You sat up slightly, resting on your elbows as you looked at the gorgeous man in front of you. You curled one finger and beckoned him towards you with a smirk.

He quickly discarded his boxers and dropped onto the bed, crawling slowly up your body. He dropped kisses onto your skin as he moved, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

When he reached your mouth, you reached up and grabbed the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him down to you. Your kiss was hungry and needy, leaving no question as to what you wanted.

As the kiss deepened, Dean shifted his body to touch your soft curves. In doing so, the tip of his cock brushed against your pussy, eliciting soft moans from both of you.

Dean's hands traced softly up and down your sides, relishing the feeling of your skin against his. "I love touching you," he murmured in your ear. "You're so damn soft."

You smiled and turned your head to nip at his jaw. He groaned and turned his attention back to your soft lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth and biting down gently.

Much like Dean, you loved touching his body, but you reveled in the firmness of his body beneath your hands. Every time he moved, you could feel his muscles tense and shift. His body was powerful and beautiful--a vessel carrying the most incredible soul you'd ever known.

Dean shifted again, nudging your head to the side so he could suck at your neck, leaving love marks on the sensitive skin. You lifted your hips up slightly, seeking some kind of friction to relieve the ache between your legs. Once again, his cock brushed against your core and you gasped lightly. Dean, on the other hand, bit gently into your neck to suppress a loud moan.

"I can't wait any longer, baby," he groaned.

"Take me. I'm yours," you whispered.

He sighed softly, kissing you sweetly before pulling away. "Roll over for me, sweetness. Hands and knees."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you rolled over immediately. You lowered your upper body to lay flat against the mattress, ass high in the air.

"Holy shit," Dean murmured as his hands grasped your large, round ass. "Who said you could have an ass this incredible? I can't wait to watch it jiggle while I fuck you senseless."

Before you could respond, he smacked your ass with an open palm, causing you to gasp slightly.

He seemed to realize belatedly that he should have asked if you were okay with that before doing it, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined smacking your ass for years. "Is that okay, baby?"

"More, please," you begged softly.

He smacked your ass again with a grin. "You like that?"

"Harder, Dean," you moaned. "Like you mean it."

"Fuck," he groaned, hand coming down against your cheek again.

Each time you moaned loudly, reaffirming your enjoyment of the action. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were beyond desperate for him to just fuck you already.

"Dean, I need you--please," you cried desperately.

"Where do you need me, baby?"

"Inside me," you whimpered.

Without warning, you felt one of Dean's thick fingers enter your pussy. "Like this?"

You shook your head rapidly.

"Words, babe," he said firmly.

"I want your cock, Dean."

"Yeah? Tell me where."

You turned your head to look at him as best as you could from your current position. "I want you to fuck my pussy with your big, thick cock...please," you pleaded softly.

Dean blinked rapidly and licked his lips. He pulled his finger out from inside of you and sucked your juices from it. "Yes ma'am," he murmured.

He leaned forward and kissed your cheek where he'd left a red mark from his slaps. You turned your head back around, forehead against the mattress, preparing yourself for what would come next.

Dean gripped his cock tightly, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He started to enter you and you gasped at the stretch. It was painful given his larger than average size.

"I've got you, baby," he whispered, running his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner. "Just relax for me."

You took a deep breath and tried to relax your body as much as you could. When he felt the tension leave you, he continued to push forward.

You'd never felt so full before and the pain had begun to subside into pleasure. "You're so big," you mumbled.

Dean smirked and chuckled softly. "I'm not all the way in yet, sweetheart."

"What?!" you gasped in surprise.

He pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him against your cervix. "Fuck!" you yelped.

Dean continued his soothing hand motions on your hips as he allowed you the time you needed to adjust to his size.

While you appreciated his gentleness, you desperately needed him to fuck you. Instead of telling him what you wanted, you moved your hips forward slightly before slamming back against him so your ass pressed firmly against his lower abdomen.

Dean's blunt nails dug into your hips and he growled lowly. "Fuck, baby."

His hips snapped forward and he held you in place by your hips. He set a brutal pace, unable to move slowly--it felt way too damn good.

Dean was completely mesmerized by your ass, watching it jiggle as he fucked into you forcefully. He slapped the opposite cheek from the one he'd hit earlier and you cried out in pleasure, pussy clenching around him.

"You feel so fuckin' good, sweetness," he moaned. "Tightest pussy I've ever had."

You couldn't formulate a good response to his words as you were already too far gone. His cock slammed into your g-spot with each thrust, making your legs shake and your head fog up.

"Made for me, weren't you baby?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

Dean smiled, knowing you were overwhelmed with pleasure and unable to respond properly. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of your hair at the base of your neck. He tugged back slightly--just enough to cause a little pain without truly hurting you.

His thrusts were almost violent, they were so fast and hard. He wanted to feel you come apart on his cock and he knew you were close.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he whispered.

You simply whined desperately.

"What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need."

"More," you begged.

"Hmm," Dean hummed. He slipped an arm around your waist and tugged you back against him so you were sitting up as he continued to thrust into you.

One hand slid up to your neck, wrapping around your throat and applying just a tiny bit of pressure to gauge your reaction. His other hand moved slowly towards your core, seeking your clit for added stimulation.

"Dean!" you cried.

He bit into your shoulder. "I'm here, baby. I want you to fall apart for me."

He rubbed at your clit quickly, thrusts slower due to the new position, but nevertheless pleasurable.

You needed just a little more to push yourself over the edge, so you gripped his hand around your neck and put more pressure on it, indicating what you needed.

Dean got the hint and tightened his grip on your throat, just enough to push you over the edge. He didn't want to hurt you--he would never hurt you.

"Cum for me, sweet girl," he murmured in your ear.

You cried out as your second orgasm crashed against you and your pussy tightened almost painfully around Dean's cock. He helped you ride out your high before lowering you back to the bed and rolling you over onto your back.

He was immediately on top of you, thrusting into you more slowly. He put one arm on either side of your head to support himself, effectively trapping you beneath him.

He rolled his hips against you, the motion pressing his pelvis against your clit, causing you to whimper in pained pleasure. Your hands found purchase in his upper back, nails digging in as he repeated the action.

"I love your body, baby," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."

You smiled up at him, pulling him down for a heated kiss. "I like it too," you mumbled. "Yours isn't bad either."

He chuckled lightly, kissing you lovingly. "I wanna see you come apart for me, (Y/N). Can you give me one more?"

Your eyes widened. "I don't think I can..."

"I bet you can, sweetness." He grabbed your hips and pulled your legs up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He began to thrust in earnest again and your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips.

Dean closed his eyes, focusing on pulling at least one more orgasm from you and keeping his own at bay. The way you were squeezing him made it a hell of a lot harder than he would like.

The harder his thrusts, the tighter you seemed to grip him, and the deeper your nails dug into his back. He knew he was going to have some serious gashes on his back, but he intended to wear them with pride.

"Come apart for me, baby. Let me feel you soak my cock," he begged.

"Dean," you groaned.

"Come on, my love--let go."

Your eyes fluttered closed and your body began to shake as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. You came for the third time that night, cries of pleasure mixing with Dean's moans of encouragement.

You started to come down from your high, body overly sensitive from the onslaught of pleasure that continued. "Dean, too much!" you gasped.

"Just one more," he begged.

"I can't!" you whimpered.

"Please baby--one more. Need it," he continued to beg.

You didn't think it was possible for you to cum again, but you began to feel a new sensation in your abdomen. It felt similar to the familiar tightening coil that signified an oncoming orgasm, but it was infinitely more intense. You weren't even sure if it was pleasure or pain--the feeling was simply too overwhelming to comprehend.

"Dean--I can't--" you gasped in confusion.

His hand slid between your bodies to gently massage your clit and you suddenly couldn't breathe. You began to writhe beneath him, hands gripping at the sheets to try and ground yourself.

Dean knew you were about to come undone again, so he didn't slow any of his motions. "Look at me, baby."

Your eyes met his for no more than a moment before your vision became blurry. You screamed his name as you came for a fourth and final time. The feeling was so incredible, you couldn't even begin to describe it.

Your vision began to return to normal as you desperately tried to catch your breath. You were practically limp beneath him as Dean began to chase his own orgasm.

He tucked his head into the crook of your neck and murmured soft words of praise against your skin. "Feels so good--squeezing me perfectly."

He kissed your neck as his thrusts became more erratic. "I'm gonna fill up this pretty little pussy, sweetness. Gonna cum for you."

You managed to press a kiss into his shoulder and wrap your arms around him, hands clutching his back. "Fill me up, Dean," you whispered encouragingly.

Dean groaned lowly. "This pussy is mine, baby. You hear me? Mine."

"Yours, Dean. Only yours."

"Oh--fuck--" he groaned. "(Y/N)!"

His hips began to stutter, thrusts faltering as he filled you up with his seed. He whispered your name like a prayer as his movements began to slow to a halt. You clung to him tightly as he came down from his high.

He finally collapsed on top of you, completely spent and breathless.

You rubbed his back soothingly, lips pressing gentle kisses to his shoulder and neck. As the two of you laid there quietly, you began to notice the bedding beneath you was particularly wet--more so than you had expected it to be.

"I love you so much," Dean whispered, lips pressed softly against your jaw.

"I love you too, baby," you said sweetly.

Dean began to lift himself up, each movement making you gasp--body too overstimulated to handle any motion.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he murmured softly.

"I'm not complaining," you assured him.

He grinned slightly as he pulled himself up completely, softened member sliding out of your excessively wet pussy.

He looked down at the bed and his grin widened. "We made quite the mess, baby."

"Yeah, it feels a little...wetter than normal."

He chuckled softly. "That's probably because you squirted, (Y/N/N)."

You gasped, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. You realized that must have been the result of the most intense orgasm of your life. "I did?!"

Dean noticed your discomfort and immediately reassured you. "Yeah, sweetness--and it was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

You bit your lip and looked up at him. "Really?"

He grinned. "Really."

"I've--uh--well...I've never squirted before," you admitted.

His chest puffed up with pride. "I'm honored to have been the first--and the last." He added a wink for emphasis.

You smiled softly. "Maybe don't make it a regular thing...I literally can't move."

Dean laughed. "Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you."

You watched the handsome man cross the room and go into the bathroom, emerging several minutes later with two washcloths. He gently picked you up, moving you to the other side of the bed where it was dry. From there, he very gently began to clean you up with the warm washcloths.

You were moved by the loving way he took care of you, making sure you were clean and comfortable before leaving the room in search of another set of sheets.

When he returned, you found you still couldn't move, but Dean didn't seem to mind. "I can change the sheets with you in them, (Y/N)."

"But--"

"Hush," he insisted as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

He made quick work of removing the sheets on the other half of the bed and putting the clean sheets on that side. He then scooped you up again and moved you to the clean, crisp sheets. He removed the rest of the soiled sheets and finished making the bed.

As soon as he was finished, he crawled into the bed beside you. He reached out to grab your soft body and tugged you against his warm chest.

You nuzzled into him and sighed softly. "I could get used to this."

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "I'll always take care of you, baby...so you might as well get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."

You smiled and pressed a soft kiss onto his chest. "I love you, Dean."

Dean tightened his grip on you and smiled. "I love you more, (Y/N/N). Always."

[hotcocosstuff]

Mine; Gabriel x Reader smut

You were at a bar with the Winchesters getting away from it all when Gabriel had decided to show up. "Hiya boys." Dean nearly jumped out of his seat. "Jesus Christ Gabriel you can't do that" Gabriel just shrugged "Why not i thought it was funny." You decided to stop the fighting there "Hey Gabriel." He smiled "hi sweet cheeks." You blushed softly smiling. Dean sighed "You guys have fun I'm going to try to get laid." Sam spoke up "Ok im going home then." "Seeya sammy." Gabriel said as Sam walked out the door. "Wait can I come with Sam?" He turned around "Sure come on." Gabriel pulled you into a hug "Bye youngster." He said ruffling your hair smirking as you then dashed out the door.

"So you've got a thing for Gabriel." Sam said when you got in the car. "No i dont." You smile to yourself as you look at the ground. "Yes you do I can see it every time you look at him." You blush softly "Can you really?" He smirked "It's kind of obvious Y/n." "Do you think he knows?" He chuckled "No."

You smiled as you pulled up to the bunker. As soon as Sam turned off the car you ran to your room. When you got to your room you laid down smiling to yourself "It can't be that bad to love Gabriel." You heard a flutter of wings and jumped up "Hi Cas." You said looking at the angel happily. "You seem happy y/n." "Just thinking about something." He moved to sit next to you "Care to tell me what." Castiel and you were friends with benefits he knew you had your heart set for Gabriel. "Just you know a handsome archangel." He chuckled at that. You smiled as he wrapped an arm around you. That was until he said that you should tell Gabriel. Then your mood kind of dropped "Are you crazy!?" Cas tilted his head "What do you mean?" You sighed "I mean he's an archangel and I'm just a human." "Y/n don't think that lowly of yourself." You sighed "I just need some rest." "Ok." He left after that. You laid down and closed your eyes drifting off to sleep.

Castiel's pov

After my little talk with Y/n I went to talk to Gabriel who was still sitting at the bar. "Hello brother." "Hi Castiel." "What are your feelings on Y/n?" "Why?" He looked at me and I could have sworn he was blushing. "Just curious." He sighed looking away "She's nice." I decided I wasn't going to get anything out of him that way so I decided to take it up a notch. "I'll tell you one thing Gabriel." He looked at me "What?" "She's really submissive during sex." He growled at me. I thought it was funny so I decided to tease more. "She's such a good girl and has such a daddy kink." He stood up straightening his back and challenging me to say more. I gladly took his challenge "She's got such a dirty mouth and looks so good chocking on my cock. The best thing is she's mine." Gabriel snapped his fingers bringing us back to the bunker. I got pushed against the wall "Whoa what's happening." "Out Sam." Sam walked out with his hands up. "You have some courage challenging me brother but she will not be yours for much longer." He looked me in my eye before letting me go. Being the angel I am I had learned how too make a guy jealous from dean and I had one last trick. " You know Gabriel I was thinking of marking her as mine." This pushed him over the edge "Don't you fucking dare brother." He disappeared and I laughed. "What was all of that about?" "You might want to go somewhere else for the night." Was all I said before I teleported to Y/n.

She was sleeping peacefully until I lightly woke her up. "Huh? Oh hi cas." I didn't say anything I just kissed her knowing damn well Gabriel was watching.

Normal POV*

One second he was kissing you the next he was flown across the room. "You've crossed the line Castiel." You looked at the voice who spoke it was Gabriel! "Gabriel?" You ask quietly. "Yes sugar?" He made Castiel disappear. "What's wrong?" Instead of answering you he backed you up to the bed. "So you've been fucking my brother?" You gulped "Yes?" "Mmm baby your in for a hell of a night I'm going to make you scream my name so hard you forget Castiel's and your own name." As he pushed you down he grabbed your wrists leaving them there by using his grace. "Gabriel." You whined and he applied pressure to your throat making you moan. "Castiel said you've got a daddy kink." You nodded. "Daddy please." He smirked "if I let you go will you be a good girl and suck my dick. You nodded vigorously. "Words baby girl." "Yes daddy please let me suck your dick." You felt the restraint lift and you got on your knees. You unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down revealing his hard erection.

"Suck now baby girl and if you do a good job daddy won't punish you as bad." You whined as he told you that. You put his dick in your mouth and started bobbing your head. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours baby." He started moving his hips to need you face. You looked up to him tears in your eyes as you start gagging around him. "Look so good chocking on my cock baby. I'm So close baby girl." He shoved his cock as far down your throat as possible before he shot his hot cum down the back of your throat. "Swallow baby girl." He told you as he pulled put of your mouth. You did as told and opened your mouth to show him. "Good girl I think you get a reward." You stood up and he snapped bother of your guys clothes off. "Lay down baby." You laid back on the bed as he pumped a finger in and out of you. He used his grace to play with you clit as he attached his mouth to your nipples. "Daddy I'm close." He stopped and moved off of you. You whined. "Sorry baby you still had to be punished." You nodded softly as he then lined himself up with you. "Ready baby." "Yes daddy." He smirked before pounding into you and setting a bruising pace. His wings spread out behind him. You reached out to touch them and he nodded reassuring you. You stroked his soft feathers as he bit you neck drawing blood before healing it. "Gabriel I'm close." "Cum for me baby." Then you did screaming his name as you fell over the edge. "Oh fuck y/n." He came inside you then smirked as he pulled out.

"Why are you smirking so much and what did you do to my neck?" "Im smirking because I've wanted to do this forever. I marked you neck with my initials in enochian." "Why?" "So everyone knows your Mine." You smiled grooming his feathers. He buried his head in your neck groaning softly. "I need to get you cleaned up sugar." "Ok." You smiled.

Gabriel POV*

Before I took her took clean up I thought "She is MINE now Castiel." "I know brother." I smirked to myself before carrying her to the bathroom.

[spnfanficpond]

Secret Santa 2022 Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist of all the story for our Secret Santa 2022

* Christmas Tradition by @cleighwrites 

Characters: Sam x Dean x Cas 

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.

Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex

* 12 Days of Christmas Winchester Editon by @waywardnerd67

Summary: (Y/N) plans out an epic gift that spans over the 12 days before Christmas.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader/Sam Winchester x Reader/Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Fluff/Smut

* Under The Mistletoe by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Summary:  Moving on is difficult and sometimes includes uprooting to a new state thousands of miles away. Just before Christmas.

Tags/warnings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins (past), Christian Kane, Padalecki Family, Genvieve Cortese, Timothy Hutton, meet-cute, floof/fluff, schmoop, slight angst, loss, rom-com, Christmas, Alternate Universe

* Christmas Baking by @spnexploration

Summary:  a short, fluffy fic for Secret Santa. Does include a touch of A/B/O dynamics.

* I’ll be home for Christmas by @little-diable

Summary: Dean and the reader have always hated one another, a natural instinct they've run with. Now, on Christmas Eve, both cross paths once again, forced to endure one another's closeness.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), enemies to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

* Of Glitter and Paper by @thesassywallflower

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

* Oblivious by @ambergoddess444

Summary: You and Dean haven’t always seen eye to eye, even when it came to celebrating a win on a case. A few drinks, a confession and a fun night lead to a little more.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff heavy, smidge of crack, angst and smut (oral sex) - fairly plot heavy

* Under the cover by @jld71

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves sharing a bed and revealing their feelings for each other.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Wincest, Angst, one bed, Sharing a Bed, Longing, admission of feelings

  * Shifted - The Plan by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Summary:  The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning:  So far, nothing. This will be updated as I go, though, if anything crops up. I’m posting as I write, for the first time EVER, so I can only say I hope this will be more fluff/crack than anything else.

* If we make it through December by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Summary:  Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing: Dean x Donna Hanscum

Warnings:  explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

* Cabin Comfort by @idreamofplaid

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings:  Sex is described here

* Secret Santa Exchange by @the-slythering-raven

Summary: (No Summary) 

Pairings:  Sam/Reader (platonic) (Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Warnings:  There is whump, there is comfort.

*Christmas in Heaven by @outofnowhere82

Summary:  Sam and Dean enjoy a Christmas in heaven.

Pairings:  Sam/Dean 

Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Secret Santa   

* Tell it on the Mountain by @ladylilithprime

Summary: Castiel was able to protect himself and Dean when Dick Roman exploded, but it weakened him badly, as did getting Kevin away from Crowley and back to the safety of his mother. When angels show up under orders from Naomi to bring Castiel in by whatever means necessary, a banishing sigil is the most effective way to get rid of them. If only it didn't mean banishing a weakened Castiel too. If only Sam had not been dragged along for the ride.

Pairing: Castiel x Sam

Warning: Alternate Universe - Timeline Divergence, Accidental Wing Manifestation, Truth Compulsions, Frank Discussions of Sexuality and Intimacy, References to Sam Winchester's Hell Trauma, No Trips to Purgatory, 

* Not Another Winchester Christmas by @kickingitwithkirk

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: cursing, a bit of angst, some TPE implied

* Ugly Sweater by @ilovedean-spn2

Summary: Reader buys ugly Christmas sweaters.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dean being put in his place lol, all the hunters being out in their place! Badass reader?

* My Padabear by @fandomoniumflurry​

Summary: This Christmas with his best friend is different than all the others. But why?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: No warnings just Christmas fluff. Unbetad. Not my best work but hope you still like it. It's been a while since I've written anything. Posted on mobile so please be kind.

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Word of the day {4}

Oneshot summary: You’re left alone with Cas when Sam and Dean leaves the bunker for a case. Meanwhile you don’t only learn that Cas has hidden an injury since the last hunt, you also learn quite a few things about angels and their wings.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 4.4k

Warnings; suggestive themes, wing!kink, teasing,

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

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ADVENT CALANDER MASTERLIST

"Hey Y/N!" You heard Dean shout your name and you raised your head from the computer.

"Yeah?" As soon as your gaze flickered from the screen. You saw the boys stand at the entrance of the library.

"We're going out for a quick salt and burn", the older Winchester informed you.

"And you didn't invite me?" You saw how Sams eyebrows raised and how he started to form an apology. And as he excused himself and his brother by arguing it 'was just a short trip', you couldn't hold yourself from chuckling and waving your hand for him to stop. "I'm just messing with you. In fact, I think it's good for your brotherhood doing cases on your own".

"I would rather have you with me. You don't snore in the car", Dean muttered as he turned around, patting Sam's chest in the movement before he started heading for the exit. The brunette didn't look after his brother. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes and tilted his head backwards.

"It was only one time", he called back.

"One time that repeats itself?" Was the hunter's response, continuing to walk out. After releasing a heavy sigh, Sam looked at you.

"Are you sure you rather want to spend time with Cas than prince charming over there?" He pointed discreetly over his shoulder, hope lacing his voice.

"Sorry, I'll take the angel duty today", you laughed while shaking your head. You saw him shrug before beginning to say something.

"You should know..."

"Sammy!" Dean's voice rang out again, to which the brunette couldn't but sigh again.

"I'm coming", he answered before waving goodbye to you. You waved back even though he didn't see the gesture when he turned around and walked out of the room.

The bunker became eerily quiet once the Winchesters left, although you didn't mind it. You sat in the library, browsing for cases that were more than salt and burns, which all of you maybe could head out on when the two of them returned. Sadly though, besides the one Sam and Dean already went on, there wasn't much hope in finding anything else. Disappointed, you therefore pushed yourself out of the seat, heading to get something to drink.

While the journey wasn't far from the library to the kitchen, it seemed you got caught in your own head as you didn't notice the angel sitting at the kitchen table. Not until you turned towards the fridge, seeing something in the peripheral, did you realise you hadn't been alone in the kitchen.

"Oh", you spun towards the dark-haired angel already looking at you. "Hi Cas, I didn't think see you there". He smiled and nodded his head in a greeting back. Although, you didn't note the strain as he did it. Instead, you turned around again, opening the fridge and reached for a water bottle.

Not until you had grasped one of them in your grasp and had closed the fridge did you face Cas once again. However, instead of joining him by the table, you decided to simply lean against the countertop.

Whilst taking a swig of the water, you met his blue eyes, though, only for a fraction of a second before he averted his gaze. And it was whilst he kept staring down onto the table you started to feel like something was not right.

"Cas?" One of your eyebrows raised as you tried, and failed, to get his attention. Something was indeed wrong.

Simultaneously as you pushed away from the countertop, you also abandoned your bottle on top of it. And, even if Cas didn't look up, he must have seen you move towards him as he shuffled to sit a bit straighter in his seat. This time you did, however, notice the strain when he moved.

There was a particular stiffness when he now sat with his back straighter than you'd ever seen. Neither did he move, not even the tiniest shift that was usual to anything alive. But these weren't the only things you started to notice.

Usually, Cas kept his clothes and himself in as pristine condition as possible. Now, his clothes seemed to have been lazily thrown somewhere and later put on again. Seeing how wrinkles littered his dress shirt as well as trenchcoat. The state of his hair wasn't better. It was ruffled as if he'd run his hand's through it one too many times.

"Is something wrong?" Upon asking this while sitting down opposite him, you caught how Cas continuously clenched and unclenched his jaw. "I know you can be this awkward around others, but it was a long time since I was one of those", you half-joked, trying to get a reaction out of him. When only your chuckle was heard, you stopped, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Even times he was stressed, he greeted you with a gentle smile, so you only assumed one thing.

"Castiel", his full name made his head shoot up and his gaze to meet yours. "Are you angry at me?"

"No", he gruffly answered.

"Even though you say so, your tone doesn't imply the same thing", you bit back a smile as confusion made his eyebrows draw together. He adverted his gaze once more, but this time it was followed by a deep breath.

"I'm not angry with you, Y/N", his voice supported what he said this time. "It...". He continued, but as soon as his gaze found yours, he stopped.

"What?" You urged him to continue.

"It just hurts". Never do you think you'd shot up from your sea as quickly as you'd done and, in seconds, stood before Cas. You wanted to turn his face side to side to find the injury he was talking about. But right before your hand settled on his cheek, you froze in your movement. 

You didn't know where he was hurt, so you could possibly just make it worse. That was why you settled on looking over him. 

"It is not that important", the angel's voice was soft and his blue eyes gentle as he stared at you while you looked him over. Although the reserved facade could've fooled many, you remarked the tick which entered his jaw when he moved his body to face you.

"It isn't nothing, Cas, I can see that much", when he began standing up, you backed away to give him room. Although conflicted about doing so, seeing the grimace twist his face upon his action. "Please, tell me".

Your angel friend relented and purely that he didn't try to convince you any further spoke volumes of the pain he must be in. "On the last hunt", he began, but you zoned out as soon as those words left him.

The last hunt all of you guys had been on, including Cas, was over a week ago. He hadn't looked to be in pain, but the thought of him being hurt for over a week...

The angel said your name, noticing how your eyes got that faraway look in the. However, you were completely unaware of how your angel friend tried gaining your attention as you continued to scan him for the injury he hadn't shown.

"Y/N!" You stilled, not upon his raised voice but when Cas caught your face between his hands, urging you to concentrate on his face only. And you did when a forced inhale sounded from him. Almost as if the effort of bringing your attention to him by moving was too much. That was why you didn't know whether or not your heart jumped a beat because of this. Or the way his gaze intensely locked with yours.

"It... it's", he began, voice wavering before he closed his eyes and continued. "It's my wings", he opened his eyes again once he said it, witnessing how your eyes grew wide while your mouth opened and closed to find anything to say.

"Oh", the meek sound of your voice made Cas smile, though it was a brief one, and let go of you. "I-I...". You fumbled over your words while taking a step back. You'd never gotten to see his wings, only a glimpse on a hunt a year ago. You won't forget it, the way the shadow of his wings unfolded behind him.

"I-If you want, I can help", while you'd tried mustering up enough courage to ask, Cas had walked, something which looked more like limping, to the entrance of the kitchen. However, you were surprised by how fast he turned around when hearing your voice. Although as soon he did, a pained expression dawned on his face. Running forwards to the angel now leaning heavily on the doorframe, you heard him question you.

"Are you sure?" You felt his gaze on you while placing his arm over your shoulders.

"Of course I am, although I would've preferred if you came and personally asked", you looked up at him, smiling when seeing his baffled expression. "Come one, better get you to your room before you collapse on me", you murmured while turning around, slowly enough for him to follow.

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Why did God make angels so heavy? Even though you knew Cas didn't lean all his weight on you, the further you walked down the bunkers too long corridors at the moment, the more he did. You almost would say it was by sheer luck you nudged open his door with your foot and got him to sit down on the edge of his bed.

"How are you doing?" You didn't know if angels could get sick, most likely not, but with how white his face went, you began doubting the fact.

"I'm fine", pursing your lips, you squatted down in front of him, hand coming to rest on his knee. It made him open his eyes and look down at you.

"What do you want me to do?" You questioned, watching how he took a few deep breaths before once more forcing himself to stand up. Even though supporting him with a hand on his front and another one on his arms. You knew you would do little to catch his fall if he couldn't keep himself upright. That was why you didn't understand why he forced himself to do stand once more.

Not until he gave you a nod to say he could fend for himself, which you doubted but listened to anyway, and instructed you what to do, did you start to piece things together.

"Firstly, close your eyes". Unsurely you nodded, lifting your hand to cover them as Cas had said, however halting when you saw what happened next. He shrugged off his trenchcoat with great effort, tossing it over the chair not far away. Afterwards, he undid the button on his suit jacket and not until he had taken that off as well did his eyes find yours.

"If you're going to get naked, I need a warning". Wide-eyed, you looked at how the angel's tie hung loosely around his neck while the dress-shirt clung to his body as the only layer shielding his skin from your view. A gentle blush covered his cheeks as he shifted the grip on the blazer, changing it from one hand to the other. The move made your eyes flicker down to it and then back to his eyes.

"It's only the top. It makes it less uncomfortable", Cas said bashfully. While nodding, his blazer and tie joined the coat. However, you couldn't pull your eyes away when his fingers expertly opened the buttons on his shirt one after one. When half of his chest was visible, he looked up again, most definitely feeling your eyes still being on him. You noticed his eyebrows raising when he caught you, a smile beginning to play on his lips. "If you don't want to hurt your eyes when I unravel my wings, I suggest you close them".

Wings. Right, just focus on the wings and nothing else. You thought to yourself as you heard but now didn't see him shuffle this time around. Then it became quiet, but it wasn't the silence that suddenly dawned that threw you of, but the light.

Despite your eyes being closed, you raised a hand to cover them when a blinding white beam burned your eyelids. It suddenly felt like the room became warmer, though not an uncomfortable heat. Nevertheless, before you could distinguish what the added temperatures actually felt like, they were gone. Even the light faded. Still, you didn't dare open your eyes, not knowing whether you should if your angel friend hadn't said anything.

But no second light show seemed to take place, concerning the go-ahead you waited for came not soon after.

"You can open them now", you trusted Cas's soft voice and carefully opened your eyes. One last time you repeated the 'don't look at anything but his wings' mantra. But it wasn't hard to accomplish once you saw them.

A gasp escaped you when your eyes settled upon them, almost greedily observing them in. You don't know if you were surprised by their colour or not, but seeing how your first thought when imagining angel wings were 'white', most probably from how books portrayed them, you were surprised when seeing they were black. However, it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Seeing how they shone in all different kinds of colours, almost as if someone had dipped them in oil and depending on where the light hit, a different hue rippled over them.

"Cas...". Astonishment made you unable to finish the sentence, as you kept watching how his wings moved with every shift he did. It wasn't until you noticed how they began folding behind his back, you met his gaze. "Please don't, they're breathtaking", when you said it, he stopped the movement.

Unsure if he would back away, you tried taking a step closer to test the waters. But once you noticed he didn't distance himself from you, you slowly walked up to him.

Up close, his wings nearly towered over you. Even so, you didn't feel intimidated, only in awe.

"Can I touch them?" It sounded like a plea, but witnessing the marvellous things his wings was you couldn't muster your voice any higher.

"Yes", you didn't need any further affirmation, as you believed he would have said something more if so was the case.

As you reached out, your eyebrows raised the moment your fingers brushed his wings. They were soft, much softer than you would've thought. Still, they weren't delicate. You could feel the giant cord of muscle tensing beneath the feathers and down. And upon feeling how his wings trembled somewhat as he held them up, you remembered you weren't here to simply view his wings.

Quelling your urge to delve your hand farther into the feathers, you retracted your hands, even took a step back to not give in to the temptation.

"Why do they hurt?" Albeit seeing the struggle, now not only in his body but wings as well, you couldn't spot anything that seemed out of order when looking at them. Hence the question.

"After the last hunt, they got damaged, but I was only able to tend to the inside", you nodded, eyes flickering to the joint where his appendages bent and which made them tilt slightly forwards, almost as if you would see the backside. As you did this, you didn't notice how Cas studied you. "You don't need to do this".

Your gaze fell to meet his, noticing the worry swimming in them. "Neither can I watch you be in pain, so tell me what I should do?" A relieved look spread on his face and you held his gaze while he backed towards his bed. Not until he climbed up and sat with his back to you did he advert it. But even if your eye contact had been broken. You saw the pain in his face as he unfolded his wings.

"You need to correct the stray ones while everything that looks abnormal needs to be discarded", upon his voice, you moved to stand directly behind him. That was when you understood why he was in so much pain. His wings touched both sides of the room and in-between the span, you saw crooked feathers, even broken ones.

Albeit your hands raised to correct one, you hesitated. "Cas, I'm afraid to hurt you", at his chuckle, your eyes flittered to the back of his head.

"You won't", and that was what made you begin.

But even if you started to fiddle with the feathers, you were unsure what you really were doing. Although when you found a large crooked one and corrected it, you heard a sigh escape the angel. You perked up at the sound, knowing that you'd done something right.

To not lose yourself and simply stand there and touch his wings without offering him the help you had, you moved to the edge of his left side wing. You found that if you almost petted the outermost layer of his wings, you could find those awry ones not visible to the eye. There weren't many, however, so swiftly you moved downwards.

"The big ones are called primaries", Cas's voice startled you while you'd bent down to correct one of those big feathers. However, as you realised he wanted to explain the anatomy of his wings, you couldn't help but smile.

And that was how it started. While you worked your way closer to the roots, he described every part you were working with. Alulas, primary coverts, primaries, marginal coverts, secondary coverts, secondaries.

You'd decided to come back to the area at his shoulder blades later, as they neither needed as much maintenance nor would take as much time, so now you worked with his right wing.

Seeing how he already had told you what the feathers were named. This time around, Cas sat in silence, seemingly enjoying your touch by how his wings not simply hung in the air but started to push against your hands.

Thanks to the silence, you now also heard the nearly unnoticeable sounds Cas made when you carded your fingers through his wings. You enjoyed not only hearing his pained grunts disappear but also that the otherwise reserved angel relaxed enough for those relieved noises to escape him.

Knowing what you looked for this time, the process went faster. Swiftly you once again stood behind Cas's back. You watched the smaller feathers, which slowly turned to down, feeling a smile creep on your lips. Looking more fragile, you petted them instead of combing through them. But as soon as your hand touched them, Cas took a sharp intake of breath.

"Tertiaries", he breathed out slowly and you couldn't but swallow hard at his voice. It had become... lower, but you simply presumed it was because he was more relaxed and in less pain.

Continuing to move them gently, you couldn't stop your fingers from roaming from the small feathers to the down closest to where they connected to his shoulder blades. Savouring the soft sensation under your fingers, you gave away to the urge you earlier had, sinking your fingers into the feathers. Though the action made a whimper escape Cas, something you raised an eyebrow to.

"Scapulars", his voice sounded even more strained now and he squirmed in his seat as you continued. However, it was not of the uncomfortable sort, at least not when comparing it to his earlier writhing in pain.

You hadn't noticed how your eyes trailed from watching your hand embedded in his wing to his muscular shoulders and back. Although you soon would. Concerning you hadn't paid attention to what you were doing.

By accident, you'd angled your fingers downwards, so it was more your nails that scraped along the base of his wings rather than the pad of your fingers. Before you registered what sound had left Cas, you thought you'd hurt him. Thus, your hands left him. However, when you replayed his reaction in your mind, you realised that injuring him had been the thing the furthest away from what you'd done to him. Thus it hadn't been a yelp or anything like that which had left him. The angel had moaned.

You felt your body heat up at the realisation, only then noticing that his wings also seemed as if they'd become warmer. Not only that, they did something you hadn't witnessed until now. They ruffled, almost as if to make them seem bigger while they thrust themselves against your palms hanging in the air.

You swallowed, feeling how that heat in your body didn't ease up. The number of times that Cas unknowingly had made your body feel like it was on fire were almost embarrassingly many to name. You'd never acted at the feeling which had grown into something more than just being attracted to him. However, you felt that now when Cas hadn't said anything about what had happened, or he currently was doing, it was now or never situation.

Fuck it, you thought. It wasn't as if you could interpret this all wrong and possibly made things awkward with your angel friend. Your confidence faltered for a second upon debating if it was worth it or not. But, it seemed your body had already decided for you, concerning how your hands embedded themselves even further into his wings.

Starting to trail a similar pattern on each side, you slowly worked your way through his wings and down towards their base. You felt your lips quirk upwards when noticing goosebumps spread on his skin.

Seeing him react like this, arching into your touch, goosebumps covering him as shivers seemingly straightened his spine, all while soft sighs left constantly, you couldn't stop yourself when you leaned forwards.

"Feeling better, Castiel?" You were almost thankful your concentrated on how breathy your voice had sounded and not on what your next, rather daring move would be.

Thankfully, Cas played right into your hand as he, directly before he answered, took a deep breath.

"Yes!" The very same second the first lullaby had formed on his lips, you'd slipped your fingers deeper and let your nails scratch against the skin on the base of his wings. His answer became a prolonged moan, the sound going straight throughout your whole body like a shiver. By now, you didn't know who was more affected, you or him, as short breaths puffed from him while you held your breath.

He sat still for a moment, but when he began turning around, you took a step back, suddenly very unsure of the situation you created. Although the sight that met you was something causing you to bite your lip.

Sweat lingered on his forehead, making it shiny, his lips red from chewing on them and his pupils were blown wide. Deep breaths seemed to be the only thing controlling him as he stared at you.

"Y/N...". Your name coming from his lip like a prayer made your lips part but with no intention of saying anything. "Please", Cas sounded desperate, so when he extended his hand for you to take, you couldn't resist.

He tugged you closer, prompting you to stand in between his legs. You swallowed upon having the angel stare up at you as he did, though your sensations didn't stop there. When he let go of your hand and placed both of his hands on either side of your hip. A shiver travelled down your spine from feeling the near scorching temperature.

"I need you to know", his gravelly voice made the hair on your arms stand. "This is something significant for angels...". He turned his head away and even at this moment, you noticed a blush spreading over his cheeks once again. You were unable to not tilt your head as a smile spread on your lips.

Thus, you hooked a finger under his chin, moving it, so he looked up at you once more. "I'm listening", Cas blinked one time before continuing.

"We usually don't let someone touch our wings, u-unless we want to take them as mates". You'd never heard him like this before, voice so shaky and breaths so deep.

It went up for you why he'd reacted as he did earlier. Why he'd been so surprised when you asked to help, his stunned expression when you mentioned you would've liked him to ask you in the first place and all the times he made sure this was ok. By the gods, you had practically asked an angel of the lord to be your mate without even knowing it.

"I understand if you regret it now...". Cas trailed off, but you couldn't but cradled the hair on the base of his neck, twirling a few strands as you answered him.

"I don't regret anything", you started to ghost your fingers down his neck, your goal set as you kept gazing at him. "Otherwise, I wouldn't do this". You silently thanked him for curling his wings closer, seeing how you now could let letting your hands move to their centre, feathers parting as they dragged your fingers down. A long and low groan resonated from his chest as he closed his eyes and let his head fall forwards, pressing it against your stomach. As the sounds faded together with your movements, you heard him choking out incoherent syllables of Enochian.

You believed your legs finally gave out when the angel looked up at you, but before you could fall to the floor, Cas pulled you close to him. Though it didn't stop there. Instead of now looking down at the angel, you looked up at him whilst feeling a softness under you.

Somehow he'd placed you further up on the bed while changing positions.

Laying under the angel, who held himself slightly above you, you for the first time didn't only admire his wings, but him as well. Your eyes dragged down his chest, closely followed by your hand. A groan left him, a sound you desired to hear again. So you let your nails mark his skin the further you went.

From one second to another, whatever restrains Cas had on himself disappeared as he rolled his hips against you. It elicited a gasp from you upon feeling the not so hidden bulge. For the first time, you saw a cocky smile spread on his lips as he leaned closer, curling his wings around you.

You couldn't but close your eyes at the sensation, his feathers feeling like silk caressing your bare arms. It made you squirm around, whimpers escaping until his hand found your cheek and made you still.

"It's time I repay the favour".

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

I am once again in my supernatural era, Castiel is the only thing on my mind. Castiel wap edit on repeat non stop. Do not contact me until I’ve had my morning angel

(also I haven't finished the series bc I have a panic attack anytime I think about it so don't mention anything post season 14 or I will block u and also kill you)

[impala-dreamer]

Let Me See

SPN FanFic

~It's the End of the World and Y/N needs a little distraction. Thankfully, Cas's cabin is always open for business.~

Endverse!! Cas x Reader, mentions of Dean.

2,725 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Drug Use. Smut. Angst. Feelings. WING!KINK.

A/N: This is for my Wing!Kink square for @spnkinkbingo, and a commission for @crashdevlin. Hope you all enjoy ;)

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"Get out."

Y/N's voice rang out over the din of meditative humming and four slightly grimy women turned their gaze to the door, shocked to be so commanded.

"Now!"

The women gave a collective sigh of disappointment and Y/N stepped aside to let them out of the cabin. She wasn’t in charge persay, but when she shouted, people tended to listen. It was easier than dealing with her persistence or Dean’s ire once Y/N ratted them out.

Cas didn't move from his spot on the floor, legs still crossed, fingers in circles on his knees. He did peek one eye open and a big smile pushed at his lips.

"That wasn't very nice," he teased, closing his eye again once Y/N gave him a grin.

"Yeah, well, I'm not very nice, Cas."

“Well that’s not true at all,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders to stretch his arms out in front of him. “I seem to remember you being very nice...very…” He paused to search the ceiling for the word her was reaching for. “...lascivious.”

Y/N laughed and then froze, her eyes narrowing as the dictionary in her head went to work. She crossed her arms and popped a hip in annoyance. “Cas, did you just call me a slut?”

He smirked as he stood and gave her an innocent wink. “Oh, come on, there was a time you crawled from one Winchester’s bed to the other.”

Y/N beamed with attitude but shared his laugh. “Different times,” she sighed right after, recalling the boys of her past, a hint of sadness echoed in the breath.

Cas nodded solemnly and gave her a moment to reminisce. “So... what brings you to my humble abode besides breaking up my evening plans?”

Y/N dropped her arms and gave him a pathetic look. “I…”

It was then that Cas noticed the splattered blood on the back of her hand, the newer rips in her jeans, the fresh mud on her boots. The look in her eyes told him more than these details and he opened his arms to her. “Having a rough apocalypse today?”

She stumbled forward, all but dragging her feet across the creaky floor. “I wanna smoke and forget,” she said as her cheek crushed against his linen covered chest. “And I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Cas wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “I think we can do that.”

The room filled quickly with gray and blue smoke, the only ventilation being a few cracks in the wooden ceiling and the gap at the bottom of the door. It didn't matter that she almost couldn't breathe anymore; this was exactly what she needed.

The joint crackled as she took another pull, drawing in the drugs with a deep breath.

"Slow down," Cas teased, reaching for the fag.

"Hey!" She swatted his hand away. "You've had enough."

Cas jabbed his fingers into her side until a laugh rang loud and she relented. “I never have enough,” he said, stealing the joint and pinching it between two fingers. “Never enough drugs, never enough sex.” He sighed and exhaled a line of smoke that pushed another ring away. “Never enough time.”

Y/N’s laugh from his tickling had died in the wake of his sad remarks. He was right, the world was over and there wasn’t enough of anything left. Not enough happiness, love, or if you asked Chuck, toilet paper. They were nearing the ultimate end, one shitty day at a time.

As the final breath of smoke left his lips, Y/N leaned in, turning his face to hers with two fingers. His eyes seemed darker than she remembered, almost cobalt now, and the fiery rage was gone, replaced with a hazy twinkle of something that once was.

“I miss you, Cas,” she said softly, staring, breathing the perfumed air.

He smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges, scruffy cheeks lifting for a moment. “I’m right here.”

She leaned close, diving in without waiting to see what he’d do. There was a time when she wouldn’t have dared, a long time ago when the world was only just starting to crumble; when Castiel was a warrior and Y/N was just a young girl tangled up in The Life. None of that mattered now. There would be no awkward morning, no walk of shame, the world was over and so were all the dumb little worries that once held her back. Now there was but that tingling pull of desire and Cas’s impossibly pink lips pushing against hers.

Cas moved closer, scooting over on the hard floor until he was practically in her lap. He sighed into her mouth and pushed his tongue inside, lazily poking around while she kissed him back, lashes brushing against his cheek as her eyes closed. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, hands dipping down into the smooth space between his shoulder blades.

Cas shivered and moaned into her, blue eyes rolling closed. “Uhh…” His jaw trembled and Y/N drew back, afraid he was losing interest or hurting.

“You OK?”

He nodded quickly and reached for her mouth, lips puckered and wet. “Fine.”

She tipped her head curiously as he lifted his hands to cup her cheeks. “What did I do?”

He blushed beneath four day old beard. “It’s...nothing.” His smile was swallowed down as she shrugged and kissed him hard, sucking on his big bottom lip when he paused for a breath.

“You taste delicious,” she hummed, kissing her way across his firm jaw to nibble on his ear.

“I think you mean divine,” he teased, dropping a hand to paw at her breast.

Y/N sucked in a heavy breath as he pinched her nipple. “Keep forgetting,” she moaned, the ache between her legs growing with each pulse of his fingers, “you’re an angel.”

“Used to be.” He grinned and twisted her face with his free hand, turning her head to expose her neck. He kissed the thick muscle along the side of her throat, stopping here to take a bite, there to suck a mark. She writhed against him, hands webbed in his black hair, nails scratching against his scalp and falling downwards, dipping inside his shirt and once again hitting that spot between his shoulders.

“Fuck…”

Cas groaned almost painfully and Y/N pulled back.

“You did it again,” she said, eyes narrowing as they met his.

“It’s... fine.” His eyes rolled and his back tensed awkwardly.

Y/N frowned. “What’s going on?” Trying to soothe him, she ran her fingers across his back and Cas grit his teeth as a heavy moan rumbled through him.

He tried to speak between rushed breaths. “You're...that's... my wings.”

“Oh my god!” She pulled her hand away and bit her lip, eyes wide in apology. “I’m so sorry. Does… it hurt?”

“No.” He shook his head quickly, tension leaving his body as the tremor passed, shoulders slumping, grin returning. “No, Y/N, it feels amazing. I’m just not used to it.” He let out a sigh and smiled. “Haven’t felt that in forever.”

Y/N laughed and lay a hand on his chest. “Cas, you fuck all the time. Like, anyone that looks at you.”

He rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her as he pushed her down onto her back. “No, not...not like this,” he breathed, lips hunting for hers as his body covered her.

Y/N kissed him deeply, in awe of the energy suddenly in his words and touch. He pushed a knee between her legs and she sucked on his tongue, loving the closeness, the high, the need pulsing through her.

Cas whispered her name. “Y/N...please, do it again.”

She pushed between his shoulders gently, feeling his body tense against her. When she pushed a little harder, Cas let out an animalistic yawp into her mouth.

Y/N pulled back, dragging a single fingertip along the invisible wing base, watching as his face melted into pure bliss.

"Cas, you just growled."

He swallowed hard and licked his lips, head rolling on his neck. "Feels so fucking good."

Y/N kept touching, massaging his back with curious fingers, feeling him start to shake between her legs. He rocked forward, hard dick pushing against her jeans, rubbing in time with her caresses.

"I wanna see them," she whispered before he claimed her lips again. "Let me see…"

His tongue slid, wet and hot into her mouth, his lips pulling, drinking her in. He rolled his hips again and Y/N tensed as he nudged her pussy through the layers, her nails threatening to pierce his skin.

"Please, Cas, let me see."

Another pass of your hand, another deep grunt from the back of his throat.

"I can't, Y/N. You can't see them…"

She wound her fingers through his hair and held him close, breathing in the weed and patchouli, the musky heat of him. "Then touch me, Cas. I want to feel them. Want to feel you." She sat up, pushing him back gently, and lifted her shirt, tossing it away to settle across the floor.

The angel looked her over with glassy blue eyes and dragged his thumb down the line of her middle, admiring her beauty.

"Close your eyes, Y/N."

He kissed them closed, a gentle whisper of lips on each eyelid as he laid her back down. Y/N sighed and bit her lip as he sat up, pulling the linen shirt from his back and fumbling with her jeans. Y/N laughed sweetly, her head floating with the drugs as she lifted her hips for him. The cabin air was cool and her skin dimpled.

Her eyes fluttered and Cas clicked his teeth. "I said close your eyes."

"Sorry," she laughed, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Good. Now keep them shut."

Y/N held her breath, anticipation making her heart race. Cas dropped his shoulders and spread his wings; invisible on this plane but for a shadow of black, broken and missing feathers here and there. He sat up on his knees between Y/N's spread legs and let his wings brush over her.

She gasped in amazement as the soft tips of a hundred feathers caressed her body. They passed over her face like a gentle autumn breeze, covered her arms and neck, flowed downwards like a blanket; touching everywhere but nowhere at once.

"Oh...fuck, Cas…" She arched her back as the feathers concentrated on her tits, the soft edges bristling back and forth over her nipples making them tingle and stand tall.

"I've never touched anyone like this," he confessed, staring at each marvelously sensual face he pulled from her, drowning in every moan.

"Well...don't...stop," she panted, near to tears as the downy touch moved lower, tickling the lips of her already slick cunt. "Please…"

He dropped down then, arms by her head, hips pushing into hers. "Never…"

He kissed her hard, breathing into her mouth even as she gasped for air. Feathers and lips, skin upon skin, the drugs in the air- she was wasted and flying on Cas.

Y/N clawed at his arms, firm muscles hard as he hovered over her. With her tongue in his mouth, she reached down, hooking her finger into a belt loop and tugging hard. Cas grunted as she rolled her hips, grinding her cunt against his jeans.

"Fuck." His voice dropped deep, eyes became slits, thick arms strained to hold him up.

"Yes," she cooed, wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck and reaching up. "Fuck me, Cas, please." Y/N licked at his lips and he exhaled hard, wings still in motion, mind in a fog of lust and drugs.

Silken touches held her attention as Cas shed his pants, kicking away the worn denim and gently stroking his cock. He sat up on his knees and watched her squirm, wishing he had just a flicker of Grace to touch her with, a mere thimbleful of magic to make her cum so hard she'd lose her mind.

As the tips of his wing drifted over her lips, Y/N’s eyes rolled and she moaned almost painfully, pathetic in her begging. “Cas...please…”

He kissed her silent when he lay back down, pressing her into the hard floor without a thought other than making her moan again. It was strange- a hundred women came and went through this cabin in a month, but none of them had ever touched him the way Y/N had, none had ever asked about his wings, begged to feel them. She was something special.

When he slipped inside, they moaned in tandem, voices mingling together in the quiet of the woods. Y/N wrapped her thighs around his waist and dared to peek as his thrusts picked up speed.

The shadow of his wings encased them both, shielding them from the world, making a sacred space just for the two of them. She shivered at the sight and whined with pleasure as Cas rode her into the hard floor. He glistened with droplets of sweat, black hair matted to his forehead, firm hills and valleys of muscles moving in a sultry dance as he slid in and out of her slick cunt.

Y/N gasped when he dropped a hand to her pussy, thumb reaching to rub against her clit.

“Want you to cum with me,” he whispered, out of breath and flying high.

She nodded quickly, tightening her legs around him, reaching up to massage his thick chest, touching everywhere that she could as he rubbed and caressed, wings still tickling her sides and face. Cas was inside and out, in every breath she took.

“That’s it, right there!”

Her eyes popped open wide as they came and Y/N saw what Heaven must look like.

Cas’s entire body seemed to glow, every muscle straining as he pumped into her. Y/N lifted a hand to shield her eyes and realized that it wasn’t Cas that was glowing, it was his wings.

Giant, pale gray wings flickered in her eyesight, glowing with a brightness that she could barely stand to be next to. The cabin filled with the celestial illumination and the very timbers above and beneath them began to gently vibrate; the angel’s ecstasy shook the forest.

The light dimmed as he came down, breathing roughly and slumping down over her body. Cas buried his face in her neck and Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him close.

“I...I saw them, Cas…” she whispered, still in awe and shaking.

He exhaled deeply and rolled, lying on his side next to her. “That was incredible,” he panted, eyes hidden by heavy lids.

There wasn’t much to say, no ‘I Love You’s were passed between them. It was over but neither wanted to move.

Y/N grabbed his hand suddenly and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles before laying his palm over her heart. He flexed his fingers and settled, enjoying the heat still pulsing off of her soft skin.

Cas watched her eyes flicker back and forth over the ceiling, wishing like Hell that he could read her mind.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked finally, lamenting his loss of powers once more.

Y/N patted his hand and sighed. “We lost four men today,” she said quietly. “Croats just ambushed us.” She plucked her teeth with her tongue as the memory played on the ceiling, emotion welling in her eyes. “Dean just...kept going, like it didn’t even matter. Those guys were our friends, ya know? He just doesn’t care anymore.” She turned to look at him, glassy eyes searching for a word of wisdom.  

Cas frowned. “It’ll all be over soon,” he said calmly.

“Well that’s morbid as fuck.”

Cas pulled his hand from hers and lifted it to her cheek, holding her sweetly. “It is,” he agreed. “But it’s also true. This can’t go on forever. The End is here.”

Y/N sighed and a single tear rolled down onto the floor, disappearing into nothing. “If we’re gonna start talking like this, I’m gonna need another toke.”

Cas smiled and leaned forward, kissing her forehead gently. “You read my mind.”

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[webcricket]

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Psalm 91:4

[theostrophywife]

unholy.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: once again, this fic is inspired by a song which the full version of actually just released today! unholy by sam smith and kim petras is the ultimate strip club vibes so you know i had to write an azriel piece about it. warning: public stripping, thigh riding, lap dances, daddy kink and mutual masturbation. honestly, take your pick and it's there. summary: tired of being the innocent one out of the inner circle, you show azriel your unholy fantasies.

It started out as a stupid dare. 

Get up on stage and dance. 

A simple enough task, propositioned by the one and only Morrigan. She didn't think you would actually do it. To be fair, you didn’t think you would either, but against better judgment, you found yourself agreeing. Fueled by strong faerie wine and the company of your friends, you were determined to let tonight be the night that you finally let loose. 

What started out as a spontaneous performance with the burlesque dancers on stage somehow snowballed into giving Azriel a very suggestive, very seductive, and very unexpected lap dance in one of the private rooms at Rita’s.  

But you were getting to that. 

In hindsight, perhaps things had gotten a little out of hand, but at least now no one could ever accuse you of holding back. 

Out of your circle of friends, you were always considered the innocent one. The sweet and demure healer who blushed at Cassian’s flirtatious remarks and balked at Mor’s suggestive dares. It wasn’t like you were inexperienced, but your hesitation and reluctance when it came to the inner circle's wilder antics unintentionally created a good girl persona for yourself that couldn’t be further from who you really were. 

In truth, you were just a notorious overthinker and it took awhile for you to get comfortable showing others your true colors. The majority of the time, you were perfectly content letting everyone chalk it up to shyness, but tonight Cassian’s teasing managed to get under your skin. 

“There’s no way you’re going up there, honey.” 

Even the nickname, dubbed by the Illyrian general to commemorate your first meeting at Madja’s clinic when you smeared honey salve on his once tattered wings, alluded to your supposedly saccharine nature. The rest of your friends spurred you on to join the burlesque dancer beckoning you onto the stage. All except the shadowsinger, who offered an apologetic smile on behalf of his brother. 

“Don’t listen to Cas. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

The remark was incredibly thoughtful of Azriel, but unbeknownst to him, it contained just the right amount of challenge to nudge you out of your comfort zone. You were tired of everyone assuming that you were coy and naive and perhaps showing them a different side of you would change their assumptions, Azriel included. Though the shadowsinger never made you feel ashamed of your more cautious approach, you wanted him to see you as more than the designated innocent member of the inner circle. 

“What if I want to?” you ask with a raised brow. 

The mischievous grin that spread across his beautiful face sent shivers down your spine. “Then you’d be making every male in this place very, very happy.” 

With a wicked smile, you rose from your seat and tossed your jacket at Cassian who stared after you in disbelief before launching into a deafening cheer. Beside him, Rhys and Feyre clapped while Mor whistled. Amren smirked over the top of her wine glass, but Nesta, who was the only friend who had ever witnessed your wild side first hand thanks to your countless girls night out with the Valkyries, simply mouthed a message of encouragement. 

Give them hell.

Your skin buzzed with anticipation as you climbed up onto the makeshift stage at Rita’s, sidling in next to the pretty pixie who twirled you around towards the audience. 

“And who is this pretty little thing joining us tonight?” 

You blushed, blinking under the bright faelights pointed in your direction. The varying colors flashed with every shade of the rainbow. “You can call me honey.” 

The dancer laughs in delight as the roaring cheer of your friends echo through the pleasure hall. “Let’s see if you’ve got some sting to you, honeybee.” 

With a snap of her fingers, the faelights dimmed and the music filtered through the room. A smoky blue spotlight kissed you with its hazy ring while fog skittered through your ankles. The pulsating beat thrummed through your body, drowning out your nerves with its seductive rhythm. You must have watched the burlesque dancers perform this routine half a dozen times and while it was more daring than your classical ballet training, the music flowed through your body all the same. 

Your hips swayed to the beat, losing yourself in the fluid movements of the dance. Leaning forward, you trace the outline of your leg, fingertips skirting along your supple skin, and stopping right above the hem of your dress. Teasing the audience, you allow the skirts to ride up to your thighs, giving them a brief glimpse of the lace garter holding up your thigh high stockings. 

The crowd was rambunctious as you winked before turning around and unzipping the zipper on the side of your dress. The dainty floral fabric slipped off with ease, revealing the lace nightgown that you were wearing underneath. You kicked the dress off to the side of the stage with your right heel, eliciting a roar of cheers from the audience. 

Mor was full on standing and whistling between her fingers. Teetering beside her, Feyre squealed in delight while Rhysand jokingly covered his eyes. Amren raised an amused brow while Nesta merely smiled. Her mate was the most boisterous of the group, letting the entirety of Rita’s know that it was his friend up there currently stripping for them. 

But it was Azriel’s gaze - golden and burning - that pierced right through you. The way the shadowsinger was looking at you made you feel more exposed than the act of undressing in front of nearly half the citizens of Velaris. 

Tossing your dark hair over your shoulders, you shot him a quick wink. He leaned forward to the edge of his seat, elbows pressed against the top of his knees while he watched you with unveiled scrutiny. Shadows peered over his shoulders, plunging him into a deeper darkness than the already dim lighting of the pleasure hall. 

Azriel had opted out of his usual dark leathers tonight and was instead donning a casual dark button up and black trousers. Thanks to the current heat wave in Velaris, the shadowsinger left the first few buttons of his shirt open, giving you a full view of the sprawling tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin. As if that weren't enough to give you heart palpitations, he'd also rolled up the sleeves to his elbows to showcase his strong arms. Your gaze immediately dropped down to the large veins covering them and immediately felt a bead of sweat slide down your back at the sight. Perhaps it was a peculiar thing to find attractive, but this was Azriel. The male made the act of breathing look like a masterpiece.

The other dancers gyrated around you and the pretty pixie gripped your waist, turning you once more to show you off to the crowd, but Azriel’s eyes remained solely fixed on you. An easy smile broke through his usual cool demeanor and a shiver went through your spine when he rose, those powerful wings of his flaring behind his back as he raised a glass in your direction. 

You swallowed thickly as he tipped the glass to his lips, the crimson wine sliding into his mouth and tinting those plush lips of his a deliciously wicked red color. Azriel never once broke eye contact while his pink tongue darted across his bottom lip, licking away the remnants of the alcohol. 

It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. 

Perhaps that single flirtatious gesture was to blame for what happened next. 

After wrapping up your brief stint as a burlesque dancer, the drinks flowed and the party migrated to the private room reserved for you and your friends at the back of the building. As you made your way through the packed crowd, several people congratulated you on your performance and some even offered to buy you a drink. Never mind that you couldn’t recall the last time you paid a single coin out of your pocket for your countless nights out thanks to Rhysand’s open tab. You wouldn’t be surprised if the High Lord was singlehandedly funding this pleasure hall on the inner circle's supply of wine alone. 

Cassian waved off your admirers, drunkenly draping an arm over your shoulder. “Who the hell knew you had it in you, honey?” 

“I did,” Nesta announces proudly. “That was tame compared to the moves I’ve seen her unleash at the tavern.” 

You blushed, sticking a tongue out at your friend. “That was supposed to be our secret, Nes!” 

Mor chuckled, falling in step beside you. “Cat’s out of the bag now. Our honeybee is a certified smoke show. That little striptease was hotter than the Cauldron.” The blonde’s mischievous sights settled on Azriel. “Wasn’t she on fire up there, Az?” 

You elbowed the blonde, but she only grinned in response. 

“You brought the whole damn house down, honey.” 

Azriel’s words swept over you like a torrential wind. His gaze stayed glued on you all night, serving as your own little spotlight and burning brighter than the faelights from earlier. 

As you slid into the booth next to him, your body thrummed from post adrenaline rush. You hadn’t bothered to put your dress back on, opting to stay in the skimpy little nightgown that left barely a sliver to the imagination. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you scooted closer to Azriel, arms and thighs touching as Nesta and Cassian sandwiched the two of you towards the end of the table. 

The familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedar enveloped you on all sides. To your left, Nesta shot you a knowing look which you rebuffed with a subtle shake of your head. 

Make a move, she mouthed. 

Fuck off, you responded. 

The brunette smirked and inclined her chin towards Azriel, who was looking at you expectantly. The boldness from earlier weaned under the intensity of his gaze. Despite Nesta’s urging, you couldn’t muster up the courage to make the first move. You’ve been crushing on Azriel since the moment Cassian had dragged him into Madja’s clinic, fussing and fighting against receiving treatment for a mild injury to his wing. 

You’d pulled out a sharp basilisk tooth, threatening to inject him with venom if he didn’t allow you to patch up his wing. Azriel had taken to you instantly after that, often dropping by the clinic to eat lunch with you or walk you home after a long day of tending to gruesome wounds. 

You cherished the friendship you had with him, but there were times when you wanted more. Tonight being one of them. 

Because in the midst of the loud, crowded room, you only really had eyes for Azriel. 

The shadowsinger smiles, draping an arm over your shoulder. A silver necklace peeked out from his exposed chest, settling into the hard planes of his muscles while he scooted closer. “I meant what I said earlier,” he states over the blaring music. “You were great up there.” 

“Thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve been on stage.” 

Azriel squeezes your arm. “I’m only sorry that I never got to see you perform at the ballet.” 

You smile. He knew how much you loved dancing. When you met, you had just finished your stint as prima ballerina at the Velaris Ballet and shifted towards turning your volunteer work at Madja’s clinic into a full time job, though it never really felt like one. You liked helping people too much to consider it work. 

“Perhaps I’ll give you a private performance one of these days.” 

Just like that, the boldness was back with a vengeance. 

Azriel raises a brow. “Feeling daring tonight, are we?” 

You shrug nonchalantly. “The night’s still young. Who knows what sort of trouble Cas and Mor have in store for us?” 

You nod towards your friends, who were now dancing atop a table at the corner of the room. The wood creaked underneath their weight, but the two didn’t seem to notice. 

The shadowsinger chuckled beside you, his fingers skimming the side of your neck. They drummed a pleasant little pattern on your skin as you gulped down a sip of your wine. 

“Sorry about their teasing. They can get a little out of hand sometimes.” 

“It’s alright, I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to come out tonight,” you glance up at him, cheeks heating from a mixture of the alcohol and your close proximity to the Illyrian warrior. “Besides, it was time for me to come out of my comfort zone.” 

“Speaking of comfort zones,” Nesta interjects. “I think it’s time for a drinking game.”

Your friend beckoned her mate over and the rest of the inner circle followed suit. You raised a brow at Nesta, who rarely ever initiated these games. She shot a feral smile at you, which told you all that you needed to know. You were in deep shit.

“What are we playing, Nes?” Cassian asked. 

A mischievous smile spread across the female’s face. “Truth or drink.” She lined up the shot glasses in the middle of the table, filling each one to the brim with alcohol. “The person next to you gets to ask a question. You can choose to either answer truthfully or take the shot.” 

Mor smirked. “This should be fun.” 

Nesta nodded to the blonde, who was sitting right next to her youngest sister. “Looks like you’re up first, Feyre. Mor, will you do the honors?” 

The devious smile that spread across the beautiful female’s face was downright wicked as she nodded. She tilted her head, examining Feyre. “Out of all of the High Lords, who do you think is the kinkiest in bed?” 

You snorted as Feyre’s eyes went wide. Sheepishly, she mouthed a sorry to Rhys. “Helion, for sure.” 

Cassian hooted, clapping his brother on the back. “Don’t take offense, brother. The High Lord of Day would put any of us to shame.” 

Rhys grinned. “None taken. Helion can take the prize for kinkiest, as long as I’m still the most handsome High Lord in your eyes, Feyre darling.” 

“Get a room, you two,” Amren said with a roll of her eyes. She gestured to Feyre. “Now do us all a favor and ask your mate something to knock him down a few pegs.”

Feyre nodded, determined. “You once told me that you, Cas, and Az measured wingspans. To settle the age-old argument, who has the biggest wings?” 

The High Lord chuckled. “Easy. It’s Az.” 

Everyone glanced at Azriel, who only shrugged in response. Morrigan raised a brow. “Follow up question, if Az has the biggest wings then does my theory about its correlation to other body parts hold up as well?” 

Naturally, your gaze drifted to the shadowsinger who winked in response. He leaned in, shadows wafting over him like smoke. “Don’t tell me you’re curious too.” 

“Maybe I am,” you shot back flirtatiously. “For scientific purposes, of course.” 

“Of course,” Azriel echoes, squeezing your knee under the table. His hand remained there even as you both drew your attention back to the game at hand. 

Rhysand raised the shot glass in his hands. “Now that’s one secret I’ll never tell, cousin.” The High Lord tipped the liquor back and grimaced from the burn of the alcohol. 

His laser focus was upon Mor at once, stars winking into his violet eyes. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that this is a question all of us are dying to know. When are you finally going to ask Emerie out?” 

The blonde shot her cousin a glare. It had been nearly a year since Morrigan finally felt comfortable sharing the truth about her sexuality and all of your friends had been extremely supportive. On top of that, each of you were particularly invested in her budding romance with the Illyrian female. 

“Emerie and I actually already went out last week.” 

A chorus of gasps and inquiries erupted from your friends. Derailed by this new revelation, you watched in amusement as Cassian grilled the blonde for details. Sipping your wine, you tried to look everywhere but the hand resting on your knee. The front of your dress had slightly ridden up your thigh so Azriel’s fingers were splayed out on the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of your dress and the tops of your stockings. 

The shadowsinger was facing straight ahead, but a hint of a smirk graced his beautiful face as you tried not to squirm in your seat. 

“Enough about my love life,” Mor says with a wave of her hand. “It's your turn, Cas. Last Winter Solstice, I gave you custom red leather boots, but I have never seen you wear it once. Were you lying when you said you liked them?” 

Cassian’s eyes widened. You chuckled as the Illyrian general dramatically picked up his shot glass, tapped it on the wood, and downed the liquid in one gulp.

Mor gasped, slapping the sticky surface of the table. “You told me you loved them!” 

The wings upon Cassian’s back twinged slightly. “No comment.” 

“With you two? I thought the boots would get some use in the bedroom,” you say, wiggling a brow suggestively between Nesta and Cassian. 

Immediate regret shot through you like electricity as Azriel’s hand inched higher up your thigh. He squeezed gently and you nearly knocked your knee into the top of the table. Shadows pulled your ankles to the floor while Azriel's cool demeanor never once faltered.

While Mor and Cassian duked it out, the shadowsinger leaned over conspiratorially. “It’s not so nice to be on the receiving end of the teasing, is it?” 

“That's not fair. You're playing dirty and you know it, Az.” 

The grin he flashed was nothing short of feral. “Oh you have no idea how dirty I can get, princess.” 

Heat flared through your skin in response. What the hell was happening? You swallowed thickly, trying your best to keep up with the line of questions going around the table. In true Cassian fashion, the Illyrian general turned upon his mate with a downright ruthless smile. 

“During your last girl’s night at the House, all of you got drunk and decided to skinny dip in the Sidra. Two of the Valkyries backed out, but the others almost got caught by the sentries posted by the river. Which of you had to run buck naked through the night with only burlap sacks covering them?” 

Nesta’s gaze met yours. You gave her a small nod, confirming that it was alright for her to reveal your crimes. 

“It was me and honey.” 

The room erupted into boisterous laughter. Rhysand narrowed his eyes. “That was you two? The sentries woke me up in the middle of the night to ask if they should go after the streakers.” 

Nesta only shrugged. “Your turn, honey.” Her unyielding gaze flickers on your face, examining you with careful consideration. Then, a smile bloomed on her lovely face. “Have you ever had a dirty dream about anyone in this room?” 

Shit. You were going to kill her. Nesta was well aware of the answer to that question since you had shared a particularly steamy dream you’d had of Azriel that would’ve made Sellyn Drake herself blush. The shadowsinger’s fingers hovered over your skin, noticing the sudden stiffness of your limbs and the shift in your breathing. You twirled your finger around the rim of the shot glass, deciding your fate. 

“Yes,” you finally answer. 

Nesta smirks. “Care to share who the dream was about?” 

“You only get one question, Nes.” 

Your friends groaned, but Nesta only chuckled. “Fair enough.” A vexatious glint shimmered in her eyes while she nodded to your right. “Ask Az a question then.” 

Azriel smiled as his fingertips traced idle patterns on your skin. The contact made you clench your thighs together, but the pull of his shadows spread your feet apart so his hand could travel further up your leg. 

The Illyrian had a wolfish smile on his face as he whispered only low enough for you to hear. “Better make it a good one, princess.” 

You examined the male, grin growing wide as the perfect question came to mind. If Azriel wanted to play dirty, so be it. “Have you ever used the chains and whips in the dungeon for anything other than torture?” 

The whole room held their breath as the shadowsinger’s gaze met yours. Those hazel eyes of his beckoned you forth like a magnet, never once leaving your face as he picked up his shot glass. Licking his plump lips, he gave you a wink as he tipped the alcohol back. 

Cassian chuckled. “I think that was answer enough.” 

Azriel shrugged casually, not a hint of emotion breaking through that cool exterior of his. The game continued with another round of questions and the shadowsinger swept his hot touch over your skin once more.  The caress held nothing but promise.

“You’ll pay for that later, honey.” 

The threat made you dizzy with arousal. You were barely paying attention to the scandalous information being discussed, too busy with the task of discretely ogling Azriel through the rim of your wine glass. Your hot gaze trailed from the soft dark hair curling around his ears, inky strands caressing the sharp angle of his cheekbones. The glow of the faelights bathed his golden brown skin in a soft halo, hugging the elegant slope of his nose and framing his smirking mouth. With the rim of the wine glass caught between them, Azriel's lips appeared so enticing that it was almost criminal.

Gods, he was so fucking beautiful. It almost hurt to look at him directly.

Azriel squeezed you gently. “See something you like?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur. “You’re just so pretty, Az.”

You reveled in the blush that swept over his cheeks. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re the only pretty thing I see here, princess.”

You grin, batting your lashes. The rest of your group seemed utterly oblivious to the game happening between you and the shadowsinger. He inched his way closer to the edge of your panties as you sucked in a sharp intake of breath. The arousal coating the lace fabric had you soaked right through. The scent of it wafted up to Azriel who only smiled, satisfaction written all over his smug face. 

“Now be a good girl and ask me another question.”

An hour and two drinks later, you found yourself perched on the shadowsinger’s lap. The longer the night went on, the touchier you both got. It started with you playfully stretching your legs onto Azriel’s lap, which led to him pulling you by the ankles to bring you closer, and eventually bouncing you on his knee so you could hear each other better. 

The rest of your friends had joined the crowd outside, no doubt dancing the night away as you and Azriel stayed behind in the private room. On any other night, you would’ve been out on the dance floor partying it up with Mor and Feyre, but right now, you were perfectly content where you were. 

Azriel tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You should wear your hair down more often,” he states in a low and husky voice. “I like it this way.” 

His fingertips skirt over your collarbone, toying with the strap of your lace nightgown. The flimsy spaghetti strap slides off your shoulder, revealing the blue lace bra underneath. 

“This dress,” he murmurs in appreciation. “I like this dress on you, too.” 

You blush, tipping your head back in laughter. “Are you just going to keep naming things you like about me?” 

“We’d be here all night.” 

“You’re a shameless flirt, Az.” 

A shiver snakes its way up your spine as his shadows sweep over you, their cool touch caressing your cheek. “Only for you.”

“You seem different tonight,” he whispers into your ear. “Less guarded. More confident.” 

“Maybe I’m tired of everyone thinking of me as the innocent one.” 

Azriel chuckles. “The first time I met you, you threatened to stab me with a basilisk tooth. You never had me fooled for a second.” 

“You know what I mean, Az. I’m the one that always holds back. The one that overthinks everything. For once, I just want to be the fun one.” 

“Hence the stripping on stage?” he teases, twirling your hair between his fingers. You rolled your eyes playfully and he tickled your cheeks with the strands. “You are fun, whether you’re undressing for all of Rita’s to see or curling up with one of those smutty books you like so much back at your flat.” 

You tilt your head to the side, biting back a smile. “I don’t know. It might be silly, but sometimes I wish I had the courage to be this version of myself more often.” 

Azriel’s fingers traced the curve of your jaw. “You know you can always be yourself around me, right? The good, the bad, the ugly. I like every version of yourself that you allow me to see. Tonight is no different.” 

Warmth spread through your cheeks and you pitched forward, covering your face within the dark curtain of your hair. “You’re my best friend, Az. You have to say that.” 

The shadowsinger lifts your chin, examining your features with tender eyes. Your heart was pounding inside your chest so frantically that it would take a miracle for Azriel not to hear it. 

“Friends don’t think of each other the way I think about you,” he says softly. 

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered erratically. “And what exactly do you think about me?” 

He pauses, taking you in. “I think that you’re smart and sweet and funny. I think that my day never really feels complete until I talk to you because you’re honestly one of my favorite people.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as a hint of mischief flashed through Azriel’s eyes. 

With his voice low and his gaze hot, Azriel adds, “And I think that if I told you the filthy thoughts that crossed my mind while you were dancing on stage, no one would ever see you as innocent again.” 

A shiver went down your spine. You’d imagined crossing this line with Azriel so many times, but you were too afraid of ruining your friendship to ever pursue it. The flirting and the touching wasn’t anything new. You and Azriel had a tendency to draw towards each other wherever you were, but besides the occasional suggestive remark or lingering touch, neither one of you acknowledged the sexual tension brewing between you. 

More than that, Azriel truly was your best friend. You talked about anything and everything under the sun and you just understood one another. It’s rare to find a connection with someone like that. So, you kept your feelings under lock and key, but now Azriel had unlocked unknown territory. 

You couldn’t deny the desire rolling off of you in waves. The thoughts running through your head were ones that you only allowed yourself to think about when you were alone. Usually in your bed or in the bath with your fingers between your legs, but now, the male that consumed your thoughts just admitted that you consumed his too. You weren’t about to let this moment pass you by.

Music pulsed through the room and you could feel the seductive beat thrumming through your veins. You rose to standing, perching yourself between Azriel’s thighs. Guiding his hands over your waist, you shot him a seductive grin. 

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked, his voice so low you could barely hear it. 

“Showing you what I think about when I think about you.” 

The dim faelights flickered as your body swayed to the music, hips rocking side to side as you circled Azriel. The glow of the siphons on his hands reflected off the lights, bathing the entire room in a hazy cobalt fog. With the pulsating beat of the music and the sultry lighting, your body moved of its own accord. The shadowsinger's eyes followed your movements, from the way your fingertips traced the soft curves of your body to the sensual pop of your hips as you dropped it low. You slowly rose, bending over backwards and giving him a full view of your backside.

You continued to gyrate, your body flowing as smoothly as the Sidra. Winding and grinding, Azriel craned his neck to watch as you danced around him. You kneeled, fingers twining with his while you twirled back up to standing. Slowly, you pressed your chest against his and let your lips brush against his cheek while the tops of your breasts grazed his mouth. You tugged at the chain dangling on his neck, watching as his eyes fluttered close while you placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He tried to capture your lips in his, but you only chuckled while you turned around and perched yourself on his lap.

Azriel’s tongue darts out from between his lips as the straps of your dress fall over your shoulder. He inhales sharply as you settle between his thighs, grinding against him slowly while your hips rocked in a steady rhythm. The shadowsinger grips your waist in his large hands, fingers disappearing underneath the lacy fabric of your nightgown. Finally, you turn to face him and the ravenous look in his eyes made you shiver with anticipation.

He traced soothing circles against your skin as you settled over his right thigh, your arms hooking behind his head. Deft fingers hike the skirt of your dress up even more until your lace panties pressed against the fabric of his trousers. You rocked your hips over his thigh, moaning as the friction rubbed against your already soaking core. 

“Is this what you think about?” Azriel whispers into your ear. “Teasing the absolute hell out of me until I’m so hard that I can’t even think straight?”

“Yes,” you whimper as you buck against him, your arousal coating your lace underwear and his trousers. His fingers lace through your hair, gripping the back of your head with light force. “I fantasize about it all the time. In my bed. In the bath. Anywhere I can.” 

“Fuck, that’s hot. Do you get yourself off while thinking of me, princess?” 

“Always,” you admit breathlessly. “It’s always you.” 

“Do you touch yourself and imagine that its my fingers inside of you?” He groaned, kneading your ass with his hand. “Do you fuck yourself and call out my name?” 

You nod, the hazy fog of lust clouding your thoughts. “I do.” 

“Then show me, princess.” 

Azriel guides your hand towards your lace panties. He yanks them off you, tearing the delicate fabric and exposing your bare cunt to the cold air. The ruined lace rolls off your ankles and he discards them to the floor without a second glance. He lifts you gingerly, sliding out of his own pants so he could feel your arousal against his leg. 

“What would our friends think if they could see us now?” The dark chuckle that followed told you exactly how little he cared if anyone were to walk through the door. The risk of getting caught made this that much more enticing. 

“I don’t care,” you answer. “Do you?” 

Azriel guided your hips over his leg once more and the skin on skin contact nearly made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “My little exhibitionist,” he says with a smirk. “Tell me what you want.” 

You bit your lip, thinking. “I want to ride your thigh.”

He chuckles darkly. “Not so innocent now, are we? Is that really what you want? To ride my thigh until you’re nothing but a needy, whining mess in my lap?”

“Yes, Az. Please,” you plead, pouting your lips. 

“Come get yourself off on my thigh then, princess.”

That was all the encouragement you needed before you needily grinded against him. Azriel’s warm mouth connected to your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along your skin. His lips skirted over the hollow of your throat, nipping and sucking all the way down to your collarbone. He pulled down the straps of your dress, letting it drape down your torso as he admired the lacy blue bra hiding underneath. 

Azriel inhaled sharply at the sight of your cleavage. He continued kissing your chest while dexterously making quick work of the hook of your bra. Releasing your breasts from their constraints, he cupped your soft flesh before taking a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as his tongue swirled around your peak and you continued riding his warm thigh, the slick sound of your arousal rubbing against him filling the room. 

The sensation on your clit is heavenly and you could feel yourself closer and closer to reaching your reprieve as he hums against your skin. A slick sound interrupted your thoughts and you looked down to find Azriel pumping himself while he watched you get yourself off on his lap. The sight of his hard cock in his hand made your mouth water. 

“Touch yourself for me, princess.” 

You whimpered, sliding a finger over your clit and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves while Azriel continued to rub himself underneath you. Two fingers slide into your pussy, coating them with your juices while you and Azriel watch each other masturbate. You bucked against your own hand, imagining that it was his cock underneath you and releasing a loud moan. 

“That’s it, princess. Keep fucking yourself against me until you cum.” 

The buck of your hips turns erratic as Azriel continues to watch you shamelessly get off on his thigh. Your toes curled, body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over you. The friction made your head swim with incoherent thoughts.

"Azriel," you gasp, moaning his name into the crook of his neck while you worked yourself towards release.

A light tug at the back of your head placed you face to face with the shadowsinger. His hazel eyes glowed with desire, drinking in the sight of you pleading his name like a prayer.

"Say it again."

With your mouth slightly open, panting as the pressure built behind your needy core, you whimpered. "Azriel."

His free hand drifted up to your nipple, rubbing and teasing as you bucked against his touch. Azriel licked the hollow of your throat, nipping at your soft skin and sucking at your flesh so hard that it was sure to bruise. You could only imagine the trail of love bites littered all over your neck.

Azriel grinned into your skin. "Don't cover my marks. After we walk out of here, I want everyone to know who did this to you. Who made you whimper and moan and beg. You're mine, princess. Do you understand?"

You whimpered against his neck. Shadows coiled at the base of your throat, turning your chin to place you face to face once again. The intensity of his hazel gaze burned into your skin like a brand.

"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." Azriel withdrew his touch from your nipple and you whined at the loss of warmth.

"I'm yours, Azriel," you answer in a breathy pant. "I always have been."

The growl that emitted from the back of his throat was nothing like you’ve ever heard before. Azriel’s free hand tangled through the back of your head as he forcefully pressed his mouth against yours. Your lips melded together, making your head swim with lust as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. The kiss brings you over the edge and a whining pant escapes from the back of your throat as Azriel swears. 

“Let go, princess. I’ve got you.” 

Azriel kisses you, deep and slow, while you give yourself over to your orgasm. The tension in your abdomen uncoiled and you came all over his muscled thigh. With a growl, Azriel releases his cock from his right hand and plunges his own fingers inside of you. The peak of your release intensified as he curved his middle and pointer finger inside your walls, eliciting wave after wave of pleasure to rack through your body. You whine as he withdraws seconds later, your juices coating his digits. Arousal glistened on his scarred fingers and he brought them to his mouth, licking up every last drop of you. 

“You taste like fucking heaven, honey. Better than what I could’ve imagined.” He brought his fingers to your lips. “See for yourself.”

You took his digits into your parted mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting yourself on him. His eyes were nearly black as you sucked on his fingers, releasing them with a loud pop as he pulled them out of your mouth. 

“Such a good girl for me.” 

“I want to taste you, Az.” 

The curses that flew out of his beautiful mouth would’ve made a sailor blush. You smirked, giving him a quick peck before sliding down onto your knees. Above you, Azriel watched with lust blown eyes while you grip his cock in your dainty hands. Lifting his shirt, you greedily licked a trail up his abs while he shuddered at the sensation of your warm mouth. 

His wings flared behind him as a moan ripped through his chest. Pure, unadulterated pleasure rocked through his body while his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. “Keep teasing like that, princess and you’ll have me on my knees by the end of the night.”

Satisfied with that response, you pumped him in your hand and grinned. You spit in your right hand, rubbing up and down his length with determination. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you licked his long, hard member from base to tip, catching his precum in your mouth while Azriel gathered your hair in his hands. 

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you squeezed him in your hand, slowly pumping his member as you began to take him into your mouth. Tears pricked the back of your eyes while his cock hit the back of your throat. Azriel was bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. You gagged on the sheer size of his member, your spit trailing down his lap while you fucked him with your mouth. 

“That’s it, honey,” he said gruffly. “You can take it.” 

Azriel guided the back of your head, helping you bob up and down his length while he moaned your name. He yanked on your hair while you gagged, the sloppy sounds of you choking on his cock filling the room. The filthy swears coming out of his mouth only served to turn you on even more. 

“Does my pretty little princess like to choke on my cock?” He shudders, bucking his hips into your mouth. “You’re just begging to have your throat fucked, aren’t you?” 

You whined, inhaling through your nose while tears streamed down your cheeks. Saliva dribbled down your chin and you were pretty sure that you’d been reduced to nothing but a slobbery mess, but you were determined to get Azriel off with your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Azriel swears, rolling his head back as he spoke. “How are you so good at that? Taking me in so deep like a good girl.” 

You hummed while sucking your cheeks in, letting his length hit the back of your throat over and over again. The shadowsinger shuddered, wings fluttering behind him as he came closer and closer to his release.

“I want to make you cum, Az.” 

“Not yet, princess. I want to feel how wet you are for me first. I could smell your arousal all night and I want to fucking bury myself in it.”

He released his hold on your hair, picking you up from your kneeling position. Your legs wobbled underneath you, but Azriel steadied you and placed your hands on the wooden table directly in front of you. He swept away the remnants of food and drinks littering its surface onto the floor and hovered over you. Shadows swirled through your ankles, spreading your legs apart with force as Azriel cups your ass. 

“Be a good girl and bend over.” 

A shock of electricity jolted through you as you leaned over the table, face down and ass up. His fingers traced the thigh high stockings covering your lower half, cupping your ass in appreciation. A loud smack echoed through your ears as Azriel brought his hand down on your right cheek. The action stung and it would no doubt leave a handprint on your ass until the next morning, but your head was reeling with too much pleasure to care. Steadying himself on the table, Azriel lined the tip of his cock on your wet cunt and teased along your slit.

Your pussy throbbed with desire, needy and desperate to feel Azriel buried deep inside you. A whine escaped your lips as you greedily rocked against him. The shadowsinger smacked your ass again, gripping your waist in place. 

“I wouldn’t do that again unless you want to get punished. I decide when to put my cock inside you. Do you understand, princess?” 

You nod, goosebumps prickling over your skin. “Yes, daddy.” 

Azriel chuckles darkly. “Absolutely fucking filthy. My spoiled rotten little princess.” He braced himself behind you. “Now try and be quiet so the rest of the people here won’t know that daddy's about to fuck you into oblivion.” 

“I’ll be good.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Azriel eased himself into you, swearing under his breath when he slid into your wet pussy. You were dripping for him and it made it that much easier for him to slip all the way in. He moved slowly, thrusting into you at a steady tempo until he hit that sweet spot within you that made you cry out in pleasure. Encouraged by your reaction, the shadowsinger rutted into you relentlessly and you tried to desperately swallow the moans rising within you. A small whimper slipped out and Azriel leaned over you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

“What did I say about being quiet?” he hissed into your ear, suddenly pulling out of you. The absence of his warmth inside you made you whine in desperation. 

“Please, I swear I’ll be quiet. You just feel so fucking good.” 

“Look at you begging for me. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Azriel’s hand trails up your torso, squeezing your breast on the way up before wrapping his fingers around your throat. “I suppose I’ll just have to find another way to keep you quiet.” 

Shadows clamp down over your mouth while Azriel pounds into you again, squeezing gently on your neck. The lack of oxygen combined with his aggressive thrusts had you reeling with pleasure. Until now, you’d never really understood the appeal of choking, but with his hand wrapped around your neck and his cock buried deep inside you, Azriel was convincing you otherwise. 

With your face pressed against the table, Azriel gathers your hair into his fist and leans over so that his chest is touching your bare skin. The cold sensation of his necklace hit the small of your back while he savagely pounded into you again and again.

“My honey’s just so pretty when I’m fucking her senseless.” He presses a kiss on your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin as he railed you from behind. “Feels so fucking good. Like your pretty little cunt was made just for me.” 

The vice grip of your walls pulsed around his member while he hit all the right spots. Your legs were shaking as skin slapped against skin, the tempo of his thrusts matching the pulsating beat of the music blaring through the pleasure hall. If any of your friends walked through that door, they’d see the tears forming in your eyes as you begged Azriel for more. The thrill of getting caught in the act made you moan into the shadowsinger’s hand. 

He eased on his grip, leaning over to hear what you had to say. “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me until I cum all over your cock. Please.” 

Azriel chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely, princess. I’ll let you cum first.” 

His hands traveled south, settling on your clit while he rubbed circular motions over the sensitive spot. The shadowsinger rutted even more aggressively into you and the sweet nothings he whispered into your hair had you gushing all over him. Turning your head towards him, he kissed you deeply and swallowed your moans into his own mouth. 

“That’s it, honey. Just ride it out. Wanna feel you cum while I’m deep inside you.”

The second orgasm rocked you harder than the first. Your walls clenched around Azriel, coating his member with your arousal while it dripped out of you. 

“Such a good girl. You want daddy to fill you up, princess?” 

You nod, biting your lip. Azriel’s veiny, tattooed arms came down on either side of you as he released a shaky breath. “Cum inside me, Azriel. I can take it.” 

It was all the encouragement Azriel needed to hear before spurting his seed inside of you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to mask his moans of pleasure. The shadowsinger sighed in contentment, turning you over for a kiss. His forehead dipped down to yours, a shy smile spreading across his face. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. It sounded so different from the confident, authoritative male from a few moments ago. 

You smiled, nodding your head. “Never better.” 

Azriel scanned the room and took in the mess you both made, the food and bottles littering the floor, the ruined underwear hanging over the booth, and finally, your disheveled sex hair. The two of you looked at each other and the gravity of what you’d just done hung in the air. A line had been crossed and you could never uncross it. 

Slowly, the shadowsinger breaks out into a grin. The gesture was contagious and you found yourself mirroring the act until the two of you were both bursting with laughter.

“This isn’t what I had envisioned when I finally told you how I felt.” Azriel finally says. 

“Oh yeah?” you ask teasingly. “What did you have in mind?” 

The shadowsinger chuckles, pulling the straps of your nightgown back over your shoulders. He gathered his pants and pulled them on quickly. Retrieving a small cloth from his pocket, he wiped up the remnants of his orgasm on your leg and set you down on a clean surface of the table. Azriel raked through your hair, wiping away the beads of sweat on your temple and setting a comforting hand over your shaking legs. He kneeled, slipping your heels back on and ensuring that they were properly strapped around your ankles. You couldn't even recall when you'd taken them off.

The gentle manner he took in your aftercare made you smile gently as he kissed your cheek.

“Well, I was thinking that I’d take you out for dinner. Pick you up from your flat and fly into the city. I even planned on buying you a bouquet of irises. Your favorite.” 

You beamed as Azriel smoothed down your hair. “Did you think you’d get lucky after our first date?” 

“I’d feel lucky just being with you.” Your heart squeezed in your chest. He winked, a mischievous smile spreading across his beautiful face. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope that you’d invite me up to your flat at the end of the night.” 

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I would have waited for you, though. However long it took.” 

“Haven’t you heard, Az? Waiting is highly overrated. If I learned anything tonight, it’s that you should just go after what you want. You never know how it might turn out.” 

Azriel grinned. “How did it turn out? Hypothetically speaking?” 

“Hypothetically speaking, I wish I had taken the leap out of the friend zone sooner. Hypothetically speaking, I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” you pause, biting your lip as you consider your next words. “Hypothetically speaking, I should have told my best friend that I was crazy about him ages ago.” 

Azriel was smiling so widely that it tugged at your heartstrings. “Factually speaking, your best friend is crazy about you, too.” 

He gathered you into his arms, lifting you off your feet as he kissed you gently. You savored the taste of him, the remnants of you on his tongue mixed with the wine from earlier was enough to make your head spin. Azriel pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“What do you say, honey? Will you go on a date with me?” 

“I’d really like that, Az.”

The shy smiles on both of your faces made you giddy with excitement. You couldn’t wait to explore this new territory with Azriel. He kissed you softly, feeling him grin against your lips. The two of you were so caught up in one another that neither one heard the door swing open. 

A drunk Cassian stumbled in, his eyes glazed over as he leaned against the ajar door. “Where have you two been all night? It’s a party out there.” 

Azriel shrugged, casually retrieving your ruined lingerie from the corner of the booth and slipping it into his pocket. “We’ve just been talking. Did we miss anything fun, brother?” 

Cassian nods, gearing up to tell you all about the antic he most likely caused outside, but then the Illyrian general paused. His eyes narrowed at the both of you, sniffing the air. 

“What the hell happened in this room? It reeks of sex in here.” 

Azriel stared at his brother for a split second. Then, he leans over to you dramatically, “Honey?” 

“Yes, Az?” 

“What do you think about going on that date right now?” 

A grin spread across your face. “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all night.” 

With that, Azriel takes your hand in his and faces Cassian again. “Sorry Cas, no time to talk. I have a date to go on.” 

If it was possible for someone’s mouth to fall to the floor, Cassian’s would’ve currently been sitting on the sticky linoleum under your feet. 

“I can’t believe you seduced our sweet, innocent honey, brother,” Cassian says, half-surprised and half appalled.

You patted your friend on the arm. “Actually Cas, the lap dance was my idea, but it kind of just spiraled from there.” 

The surprised choking sound coming out of Cassian was the only thing you heard before Azriel led you through the door. You both looked back at the male, who was currently gaping at the wall as though he’d just received realm shattering news. 

Azriel only chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Looks like you do have some sting to you, honeybee.”

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[arizona2004]

Two Illyrians and Their Good Girl: Take Two

Cazriel x fem!reader

Request: “Hey!! this my first time making a request so I’m not sure if I’m doing this right loool. Also it’s okay if you decide not to do this one. Can we get a part two of the cassias and azriel smut (two Illyrians and their good girl) but instead of it being cassians night, it’s the readers? Thank you xx”

Word count: 1826

Warnings: spanking kink, hair pulling, sir kink, dom Az, sub reader, sub Cas,  rough sex, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex(male recieving), more..?

Blindfolded, I stand in my bedroom, wondering what is going on. My lovers dragged me here nearly five minutes ago and tied a piece of silk fabric around my eyes so I can’t see anything. I can hear them bicker about something and rustling around, but neither has touched me since I was blindfolded.

Suddenly they both go quiet. I stiffen in fear and wait. A sharp slap lands across my ass, and I scream suddenly, unprepared for the sting. I bite my lower lip quickly and force myself to be quiet as I prepare to get spanked again.

“Clothes off,” Azriel growls lowly from a few feet away.

I obey immediately and start pulling the dress over my head. As soon as it’s on the floor, I reach for my bra, but another painful slap lands on my other ass cheek.

“You know better than to leave your clothes on the floor, don’t you, sweetheart?” Az asks.

“I- Um-” I bite my lip harder and nod slightly.

“Speak up, y/n, you know to use your words.”

“Sorry, Sir. B-But- I can’t see.”

“So?” Az’s voice is smooth and deep, and it makes the butterflies in my stomach beat their wings faster.

“How do I put my dress away if I can’t see anything, Sir?”

“Hmm,” he seems to think for a second. “Give the dress to Cassian: he’ll put it away.”

I do as I’m told and pick up the dress before holding it out in the general direction I believe Cassian to be standing in. He grabs it gently and walks away as I reach up for my bra slowly, waiting to see if Azriel will protest. 

When he doesn’t, I take the bra off and hold it in my hand while I reach for my panties. After I’ve slowly pulled them down my legs and stepped out of them, I bunch both pieces of fabric in my hands and try to figure out where Cas is now. “Cassian?” I murmur.

“Right here, baby,” he says, pecking a kiss on my cheek and taking the undergarments from me.

“Good,” Az’s deep voice fills the quiet space again. “Now, get on the bed.”

With a general idea of where I’m at in the room, I move toward the bed with my hands out, waiting to bump into it. As soon as my legs make contact, I place my hands on the soft fabric and crawl onto the large bed.

Another slap lands on my ass as I make it onto the mattress and wait for further direction on my hands and knees. I moan a deep sound at the painful pleasure. Cassian sits down beside my head and moves the hair back from my face as he places a soft kiss on my neck.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers sincerely, “Az is making me do it.”

It only takes me a moment to interpret his words. He’s the one spanking me. At Azriel's command. I turn my head toward him and press my lips to his softly.

“Enough,” Az’s voice rings out, “You can point the blame at me all you want, but don’t kiss without permission.” Another slapping sound fills the air, but it wasn’t me, and as Cas groans, I realize Az had spanked him.

I bite my lip and say nothing as Az moves behind me. I’m practically shaking with excitement as his hands move over my hips gently.

“Lay down,” Az demands, but as I start to move, he grips my hips painfully, holding me still. It’s not until I feel Cassian moving that I realize the order was for him, not me.

Cas positions himself on his back beneath me, and before I can move or think or do anything, Az is leaning over my back and whispering into my ear. “Tonight Cas and I are gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he murmurs. “Do you want that?”

“Yes, Sir,” I practically moan the words. 

“Good girl.” He smiles against my neck, pressing a soft kiss on the spot where it meets my shoulder. “You’re gonna have to get him ready for you, though.”

I nod and allow him to move me up the bed slightly, and push my head down until it is positioned right above Cassian's cock. I stick out my tongue and lick his shaft. Cassian moans beneath me, and the smile that lights my face is uncontrollable; I love making my males feel good. 

With Azriel's direction, I open my mouth and take Cassian's cock down my throat. With plenty of practice, I’ve mastered the ability to take them all the way to the base, so I don’t hesitate to go deeper and slick each thick inch of Cassian's cock.

I hollow my cheeks and bob my head up and down, fast and hard. Cassian’s practically bucking up into my mouth when Az grabs me by the hair and pulls me up.

“I think he’s slick enough for you to take, baby,” Az speaks lowly into my ear, still holding me tightly by the hair. 

“Mmhmm,” I practically moan and try to move forward onto Cassian's cock. Azriel holds me still, though, not allowing me the one thing I want most: to fuck my males. “Please, sir,” I whine.

I still gotta get you ready, baby. If I let you sit on his cock do you promise to hold still for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Please!”

“Alright, princess,” he agrees, moving me up the bed and crawling onto it behind me. When I’m situated right above Cassian's hulking cock Az picks it up and positions it at my entrance. With the tip just barely poking my core, I slowly start to sit on Cas’s hips, slowly let his cock fill me and take control of my body.

Azriel waits patiently behind me, gently rubbing up and down my spine. When I’m finally seated, though, he wastes no time in taking back control. He pushes me forward so that my hands are planted on Cassian's chest, and my ass is in the air instead of seated against Cassian's thighs.

We just stayed like that for a moment, Cassian moaning beneath me, me shaking with restraint, and Az kneading my ass. When he was finished squeezing and rubbing, he swiftly stood from the bed and moved to grab something. I moved slightly, repositioning myself subtly, but to my utter dismay, Cassian was not at all subtle and moaned quite loudly. 

“I told you not to move, Y/N,” Az speaks from behind me again.

“Sorry, Sir,” I mumble, and a second later, a sharp sting lands on my ass.

“Why did you deserve that, Y/N?”

“Because I moved when I wasn’t supposed to?”

“No. I forgave you for that because I only needed you to hold still while I prepared you for me. I spanked you for mumbling.” Another sharp slap landed on my ass, and Azriel's hands began their gentle kneading right after. 

Then his hands left me, I heard the sound of a bottle opening, and then Azriel’s slick, long finger poked at my ass hole. He prodded my puckered hole with a single lubed finger, and I struggled to hold myself still. 

Beneath me, Cassian whimpered and gripped my thighs tightly enough to bruise. I don’t complain about it, though. I don’t even really mind. I moan as Azriel pokes a second lubed finger into my ass and Cassian’s cock throbs in my pussy. The feeling is setting me on fire, and I want nothing more than to rock against him, but I know doing that will only bring punishment and delay my pleasure, so I bite my lip and hold back.

Azriel doesn’t waste much time lubing my hole, thank the mother. He’s quick to open me up, and as soon as he considers me prepared enough for him his thick, hard cock is poking at my entrance. 

“Once I’m in, baby, I’m gonna need you to pull off of Cassian's cock a bit.” I nod, and Cassian whimpers beneath us. A slap lands on my ass, followed by Azriel speaking again, “Stop whining, Cassian.”

“It’s torture,” Cassian whimper again, but Az just sighs and pushes further into me. I moan loudly and squeeze Cassian’s pecks beneath my hands, scratching deep red marks into his chest. 

When Azriel is more than halfway into me, he pulls me up by my hair and wraps his hands around my chest to play with my nipples. The changes in position pull me slightly off of Cassian and onto Azriel, then Azriel suddenly thrusts into me and slams me down onto Cassian.

I see stars as pleasure ripples through me. Cassian’s hand is quick to find my clit and begin rubbing as he throbs harder inside me and thrusts up. 

Azriel pinches my nipples and squeezes my tits, overstimulating me to an extreme degree as he roughly thrusts in and in, again and again. 

I moan and scream as orgasms pulse through me one after another. My males don’t slow, though, and they certainly don’t stop. They thrust and thrust into me as I shake from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I’m not even sure how many times I’ve cum when Cassian's thrusting becomes sloppy and erratic. His cock pulses and I squeeze tighter around him as he cums inside of me.  

Azriel follows soon after. I collapse onto Cassian's chest as his pulsing member throbs inside my weeping cunt, and Azriel thrusts a few more times. Hard and deep, he shoves his cock into me and explodes. He collapses onto my back and nibbles my neck as he finishes releasing his cum into me. 

It’s many minutes more before either male pulls out of me, but  I don’t mind. I don’t mind the feeling of Cassian's firm body beneath me or Azriel's heavyweight atop me. I’m content to be suffocated between them, but before I actually lose the ability to pull air into my lungs, Azriel rolls to the side, and Cassian turns over too and gently pulls his lower half away from me so that his cock falls out and his cum follows.

I don’t even realize that Azriel rose from the bed until I feel a warm cloth between my legs. His scarred hands clean the fluids from me gently and swiftly and move to clean Cassian’s limp cock next. 

I turn onto my stomach, throwing half of myself onto Cassian's chest when Az steps away, and listen to Cassian mumble nonsense. Unable to speak, myself, I nuzzle into him and wait for Azriel to return. He does a moment later and presses himself into my back before throwing an arm all the way over to Cassian's other side, holding us both. 

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Did You Purr?!

- Supernatural & Marvel Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Wing/Grace Kink and Quote-GoodOmens

Paring: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings?: Fluff, Father Son bonding, Lucifer being fatherly, Wing/Grace Kink, Soulmates(mentioned), me trying to flirt.

A/n: Reader doesn’t live at the bunker all the time[She lives off campus of her collage]. This one-shot is shorter then the others,but respecting the rules of the bingo card there won’t be any nsfw content.

Annoying pain or a itch that couldn't be scratched is how Jack described it. He asked Sam and Dean about it,but they were no help. Planning to ask Cas and he was unavailable. Jack had one final option go to his father to ask him what's wrong with his body.

Lucifer met his son a state over in a retro fashioned dinner. Together they sat in a both a milkshake in front of the young nephilim. "So you said you had a problem with your body?" The archangel said not quite ready for the 'Your going through changes talk'. "Yes. There’s been this unbearable pain in my back that's just been getting worse each time I "'teleport'" as Dean put it." He said as he slipped the cold dairy beverage.

"Oh thank you father!" He said with a sigh as he held his chest. "It's just your wings. When was the last time you groomed them?" Lucifer asked his son. "They need to be groomed?" The boy asked confused. The devil ran a hand down his face that stupid angel that's watching over his son couldn't even teach him basic knowledge. "Yes you need someone to groom them every two weeks."

Jack looked up at his father. "Can you do it?" He asked making the pour fallen angel choke on the air he didn't need to breath. After calming the coughing fit. "No! That's a very intimate thing. Only specialized angels or Soulmates are allowed to do that." He said. "So like Y/n?" The boy said, his father's eyebrows raised and a smirk played on his lips. "Y/n,Y/n Winchester? Is your soulmate?!" He asked with interest. Jack nodded his head his father. "She said she was the only one that could see my wings and Cas told me that we were soulmates." Jack stated. "Well why are you still sitting around here for got to her!" Lucifer said raising his arms. "She's across country on a solo hunt and I don’t think I can fly that far like this." The nephilim said. Lucifer stood up and grabbed his son by the arm dragging him outside. "Hold on tight don’t want to drop you in a random state." With that they were gone only think left was the milkshake and a couple Bill's.

They appeared outside a motel where a F/c '67 Shelby sat outside. The father and son duo walked to the motel room that radiated with her presence. Lucifer rises his sons hand and high fives him patting his shoulder. "Have fun. Heard that Winchester's are quite dominant in the bedroom." The man hummed. Jack turned to ask what he meant,but his father was gone. Knocking on the door it only took a minute for the door to creak open before it was open completely. The youngest Winchester stood in a large flannel that could be a hammy down and short sleep shorts covered by the button up. Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were drowsy,but her body was tense and her hand held on tightly to the demon blade. Y/n relaxed when she realized who was in font of her. "Jack what are you doing here?" She asked as she let him in rubbing her eyes. "And what's wrong with your wings ?!" Her voice held shock as her eyes widened at the sight the normally golden wings were a dark brown,patches of hard leather like skin were exposed and shedding feathers fell all over the floor.

"That's what I wanted to talk about." The young nephilim said as he stood in front of her pain etched on his face. "I need help grooming my wings." Jack said bluntly. The youngest Winchester just starred at him confused before nodding. "Yeah? Yeah. Of course just sit on the bed." She told him as she went to lock the door again. "Do you know how to do this?" Y/n asked as he shook his head with a sigh she went to grab her phone to search up how to groom bird wings. Close enough right? Going around the motel room she got the supplies she needed and sat behind Jack placing the warm water and towel aside. “If it hurts tell me,babe.” She said as she uses the now moist towel to clean the wings as feathers fell on the bed, the grim was thick,but after awhile the now with a dirty bowel of water and washed wings things were looking better. “How you feel?” Y/n asked her boyfriend. “They feel lighter,but still a bit heavy.” Jack said shacking his wings out.

Reaching forward she ran her hand through a patch of large wings causing him to stiffen and the once slicked wings to fluff out. Combing her fingers the lose and decaying dirt brown feathers fell out and Y/n went to the base in in between his shoulder blades and she froze when a unexpected sound  came out of Jack that shocked them both.”D-did you just purr?” She asked confused and blushing. He didn’t respond as his flushed face looked straight ahead. Not slowing down her movement she continued as her angel purred silently trying to stiffly it as much as possible. Y/n was finished within half a hour,but Jack didn’t seem to notice as she got of the bed and started to clean up. “Jack?” She said snapping her fingers pulling him from his sleepy daze. “All done,sweetheart.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist his face resting in the crook of her neck. “Guess Ill get out of your hair and let you finish the hunt.” He said as he was about to fly off when she held onto his forearm stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m actually almost wrapped up with this hunt and I’ll be heading back to my apartment. So after I’m done here you can stay at my place, if you like.” She with a smile leading him to the door. He stepped over the threshold as she kissed him goodbye leaning to his ear to whisper something. “By the way...I like it when you purred might have to find out what other sounds you can make.” With a signature Winchester smirk she closed the door leaving the poor nephilim shell shock and a blushing mess. Turning around he saw his father standing there with a cheesy grin as he gave his son a thumbs up. “Sounds like a date?” He teased his son as they both left the dingy motel with out a trace.

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Almost done! Just need to come up with ideas!!!

[67impalaandwhisky]

Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Physical Violence, Angst, Fluff

Chapter 6.

Cold couldn't even begin to describe the night you two met. 

Left alone at the Right Swing Motel, you had done all your father said to do until he came back. You would only answer the door when you heard the secret knock. You put salt on every surface and even cleaned a gun or two as old sitcom reruns berate your ears through the fuzzy television screen. 

Being left alone in old dingey motels didn't bother you as much as it used to. You've practically grown up in these small rooms that house two twin beds and water stained ceilings. You've gotten used to eating whatever junk you could get out of the vending machines and drinking whatever soda was cheapest-- usually Tab. 

But, you never got over being alone on holidays. That bothered you still. There were holidays like Thanksgiving and Easter that your mom would brush your hair with a special brush over one hundred times until it was shining like brand new. That's a memory that has branded into the cortex of your very being. 

Or, when your mom used to put on Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer every Christmas Eve and let you sip her spiked eggnog before telling you to keep it a secret from your dad. 

Your eyes flicker over to the brush that you hold dear and it's a hard lump to swallow as you stare at the cheap and peeling wallpaper of your room.

Maybe if you just leave, for just a minute you'll be alright. If you just get a snack from the vending machine and a soda… Get some fresh air… Your dad would never know. He'd never find out.

You shove your knife into your combat boot before grabbing a few dollars and opening the door just a smidgeon to not break the salt line before worming your way through the small crack.

Your feet are silent and quick as you wrap your sheepskin jacket tighter around your body. Maybe you'll get a Twix bar and if you can afford it, a can of Coke. 

The gentle breeze that blows through your hair doesn't make you stop short, it's the sounds of feet that accompany it that do.

Tilting your head, you grip at your thigh high combat boot before slowly wrapping your hand around your knife. 

"Stupid." You murmur about yourself before continuing to walk to the vending machine.

You can hear the feet continue to follow you and your heart begins to beat so fast due to nervousness you can hear it in your ears.

Shakily you take the money out of your pocket with your free hand and feed it into the vending machine. You can see a shadow looming behind you on the ground and it inches closer and closer as you input D-7 into the large machine.

With a shaky sigh, you pull the knife from your boot before whirling around and grabbing the assailant by the arm. Tugging the body back and jamming him up against the machine, you press the knife to his throat as you bare your teeth at him.

"Why are you following me!?" You bark out as he holds a knife back up to your throat.

His eyes are as green as the forest on a summer's day. His handsome face smattered with freckles as he gives you a sly grin. His chest beneath your arm is rippled and smooth and you press the knife tighter as he slowly brings his hand up to his lips cautiously.

Tugging his upper lip upwards, he shows you hole-free gums before looking at your neck. The demon warding necklace you wear makes him raise an eyebrow and he begins to smile as he pulls the knife away from your throat.

"Dean Winchester. Wanna share that Twix with a handsome stranger, sweetheart?" 

You heard every earnest word that fell from your best friends lips last night. You didn't know he felt any sort of way about you like that. He made it very known since you were younger than nothing would ever go on between the both of you.

Which is why you pushed down the feelings you've been marinating inside of your chest for forever.

Dean is usually really good at pretending that things never happened. Especially deep and meaningful talks or...practically anything that showed his raw emotion. But, this morning after last night, he was awkward and odd like when you were kids. You could hear Sam and Dean shifting around the motel room silently until the decided to go get breakfast. Leaving you on your lonesome to heal.

Sitting up in bed, you groan loudly. Your body feels like you've been in twenty car accidents in the span of one very vengeful spirited evening.

"Hey, Cas. I'm sorry to bother you but I need a little help here." You call out in the empty motel room.

You shakily grab the water that has been left for on the bedside table as you let out a gentle whimper before hearing wings flutter.

"Hello, Y/N." You hear from the corner of the room and you give him a gentle smile in return.

"You're hurt." He says, concern riddling his voice as his trench coat shifts with his legs.

With a grimace, you nod to him as you lean up against the headboard of the motel bed.

"Yeah...I took a beating last night and I know you aren't only good for healing but I wanna help the boys finish this j-" Before you can even finish his hand is on you, the blueish-white light radiates throughout your chest and your body feels warm and safe. Taking his hand away, you feel brand new and you crack your neck loudly before sighing happily.

"Thanks Cassy." You whisper and he gives you a gentle smile before standing back up.

"I thought you called me for other reasons." He mumbles, but you still catch it as you take another gulp of water.

Raising an eyebrow, you fold your arms after setting down the glass of water. "And those other reasons would be?" You ask him.

It's not rare to see deer in headlights Castiel but it's a sure tell that he's hiding something.

"Oh...Just about...this case. Yes, this case you're working." He averts his eyes from yours as your eyebrows raise questionably.

"Cas… you wanna tell me what's going on?" You ask slowly, standing to your full height which is still shorter than his by all accounts.

He grunts nervously as he looks around the room as if to find any reason as to why he should leave.

"Castiel." You call to him quickly and he opens his mouth.

"If you fly out of here I will summon you in a ring of holy fire and make you talk to me. So fess up. There's no lying between family. I told you this already." You say, venom enlacing your voice as you step towards the angel.

"Yes. I'm aware. I'm sorry." He says before sitting down on Sam's bed with a huff.

"What are you hiding from me?" You ask gently as you sit beside him.

"The truth. About you and Dean." His voice is serious and you crane your neck towards him as if you could hear him better that way.

"Come again?" You grumble.

"Dean has been making me keep it a secret from you. And, I am truly sorry." He says and you snap your fingers quickly as your brain starts to become jumbled and confused.

"What secret? Just tell me." You whine before looking out the window to see if the Impala was coming back.

The angel's hands wipe nervously at the knees of his pants before looking you in the eyes.

"You and Dean. You are destined to be together. Like how, John and Mary Winchester were destined. You and Dean are as well. It's been going over the angel radio for years but then it stopped and now it's back. Dean doesn't want to be with you because-" 

"Because he doesn't do destiny and he doesn't do anything that is forced of him." You finish before running your hands through your hair.

You feel as if you've been punched in the gut. 

"And he's been hiding this from me?" You ask Cas as he stands back up.

He nods to you slowly, "Yes. Dean has been trying very hard to keep this destiny thing away from you. He doesn't want you to feel hurt. He's known about it since he was a teenager." 

You scoff loudly before closing your eyes. 

Is that why he's always been just that much more distant from you? Why he batted down your advances when you were younger? All because of this stupid prophecy?

That's the problem with Dean Winchester. He will do anything and everything in his power to make something nonexistent if HE deems it will save the other person. He never thinks of how others will feel in the end. As long as he does what he thinks is right, then that's the end of any conversation or action.

You can hear the Impala's loud engine as it pulls back into it's parking spot.

"Thanks Cas." You tell him and he nods before taking off.

It's not something you can wrap your head around so easily.

You were destined to be his and he's pushed you away so severely all these years. All because of what? That God wants you to be together? 

Is he fucking serious?

The motel room door swings open and your hands clenched into fists as your older best friend strides into the room.

"Morning, Candy girl. I got you pancakes!" Dean cheers as he sets the food and coffee down on the small table by the window.

Just even looking at him makes you sneer.

"Sammy." You call as he shuts the door.

His eyes slowly land on you as you stand up.

"Why don't you go take a walk?" You ask slowly as you crack your neck.

He swallows thickly and Dean's eyes look over at you sharper than a whip.

"Okay." Sammy says quickly, grabbing his coffee and scurrying out the room.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks as the door slams shut.

"You." You seethe through clenched teeth before grabbing his tee-shirt and slamming him into the motel wall.

"WHOA!" Dean yells as he grips onto your shoulders.

Looking up into his evergreen eyes, you can feel your gut churning and squeezing inside of you.

"How dare you?" You whisper venomously as you beat your fists into his chest.

He groans loudly, his head lolling back against the floral printed wall as he pushes you away from him.

"How dare I what?!" He yells, shoving you away.

Your bare feet dig into the carpet beneath you. Your grip on him tightens and he grimaces a bit at the painful clenching of your fists.

"How dare you decide what is best for me." You say. Shoving him with your whole weight, he stumbles before the back of his knees hit the bed. He wobbles slightly before falling onto his back as you advance at him.

"You wanna clue me in on what the fuck is going on right now?!" He barks out as he grips your hips roughly as you straddle him.

You give a short chuckle, one devoid of any true humor as he keeps you in place with his large hands. 

"Cas came and he told me. He told me this secret you've been keeping all the goddamn years I've known you." You admit to him. His hands falter from your hips to your thighs as he takes in your words.

His jaw muscles tighten and his eyes narrow at you--the simple action taking your breath away from the recesses of your chest.

"Goddammit Cas." He growls before flipping you onto your back so he is above you.

He pins your arms at your sides before locking them in place with his knees, "Y/N. Now, you listen to me-"

"No! I'm sick to death of it! Do you know that I've liked you since we were fifteen? Do you have any idea how hurt I was that you made me feel like I meant absolutely nothing to you?" 

His hardened eyes soften, the forest green irises with pretty flecks of new day yellow bore into yours as you yell up at him.

"Why don't you fucking get it?! You've pushed me away because of some stupid destiny?!" You yell at him, wriggling underneath his body as his eyes flutter shut.

"I'm protecting you from...from-"

"You're not protecting anyone! I'm a grown ass adult, De! You're doing what you think is best. Because if I know one thing, one thing at all, it's that Dean Winchester does whatever the fuck he wants because he thinks it's best and everyone else just better fucking hop aboard or they're cast to the wayside!" You counter as he sighs gently.

"All that stuff last night, the whole 'I don't want to stay away from you anymore' bullshit. Was that a lie? Was that to protect me?" You bark out.

His eyes snap open, his lips parting before scoffing as he bends down.

"No it wasn't a fucking lie! I meant that shit, Y/N! I've been trying so fucking hard to act like myself around you-- to act like I'm not worried about you every damn second of the day!" He says as he presses his hands to your shoulders.

"So what then?" You ask as his hand reaches up to caress your cheek.

He lets his thumb graze your cheekbone before taking a deep inhale through his nose. You can see the way his pupils dance back and forth that his brain is wracking for answers. 

"Don't push me away, De. Not this time." You practically beg of him. 

He leans over you to grab the whisky bottle on the bedside table. He spins the top off before taking a large chug, the brown alcohol coats his lips and throat before he grimaces at the burn. 

He holds the bottle out to your lips and you part them softly to accept his offer. He tilts the bottle gently and you hum to him that you've had enough before swallowing and cringing at the burn yourself.

Sitting back on his heels, he runs his hands through his hair before sighing.

"It started with my dad. He always told me that you and I were meant to be. That...That you came into my life for a reason and I should be grateful to have someone so perfectly made for me." He smirks to himself, the corner of his lips flicking upward before he takes another sip of alcohol. 

"And, I couldn't have agreed more. Y'know? From the second you took charge when we met and you put that blade to my neck, I thought 'Wow. This girl, she's exactly what I want.' You were fearless and beautiful. Passionate and powerful." He chuckles to himself and your heart begins to pick up speed as he truly lets his soul do the talking.

You begin to count the freckles on his face once more. Begin to take in everything he is in his entirety above you.

"I fell in love with you so easily. It's almost sinful how much I love you. But then it never seemed to stop-- all the destiny crap. It just kept piling on and on. And, somewhere along the way, being a Winchester and knowing that anyone that's close to us gets hurt-- I didn't want that for you, Y/N. So I was selfless in making sure you thought I didn't like you in that way. So maybe you would get over me. Over us. Over...What we should be." His voice drops with each sentence and you can see the guilt riddling his face with each word that passes from his pretty pink lips.

"You never even gave me a choice. Never even let me decide what I wanted." He clicks his teeth as he climbs off you before looking down at you as you sit up on your elbows.

"You don't need me. You don't need the danger that comes with me." He whispers.

Here we go. The same Dean song and dance that riles you up and sets you in seeing red.

"You don't get to tell me what I need! I do! I make my own decisions! I've loved you from the jump! And I can take care of myself, thank you very much if you haven't seen it already! What hurt me the most was that you always made it seen like I was never good enough for you." He takes an uneasy breath as you stand up before him.

"I've never...never meant to make you feel that way. I...Y/N you're so much better than anything or anyone I could hope to be with." He whispers earnestly, his hands press to either side of your face as he looks down at you.

"We're supposed to be together. Have kids. Get married. And our kids will be vessels for God or what heavenly douchebag and I can't have that." He says as he closes his eyes.

You can understand him. Truly. But, the oldest brother always walks around like he has the world on his shoulders and the burden is all his. 

"No one can tell us what is or isn't supposed to happen. Vessels have to say yes. And, if your kids were anything like you-- they wouldn't say yes if they had an ounce of your DNA in them." Dean lets out a small chuckle before his head lolls back.

His eyes open, he takes in the dirty water stains on the motel room ceiling before pressing his lips into a straight line.

"Everything you said last night. You meant it?" You ask softly.

"With all my being." He whispers as you wrap your arms around him.

"Then stop being afraid and let us work out our own destiny." You whisper.

"Y/N." He sounds breathless in his reply.

His index finger tips your chin upwards, his thumb traces your lower lip before he curses gently above you.

"Fuck it." He mumbles before his lips come crashing down to yours. His lips are soft and plush against yours. You can taste the whisky on him as the tip of his tongue licks across the seam of your lips.

You've dreamt about this since you were fifteen and all of your dreams could never have done this justice. 

His mouth opens just enough to suck your lower lip between his teeth and he nibbles on it until you're mewling and whinging before him.

"Fuck." He groans gently. His arm wraps around you before dropping you down to the mattress below.

"De." You whisper softly as he runs his fingers over his reddened lips. Your hands caress over his tee-shirt to his shoulders and you whimper as his head bows back down.

"God, your skin is so soft." He whispers against the shell of your ear as his hand dips beneath your tank top.

His hand splays over your stomach as he takes his time kissing and sucking down the column of your throat. 

Panting and mewling for more, you can barely hear the lock click open to the motel room before the sound of Sam clearing his throat rips you both out of your actions.

"Oh. Gross." Sam mumbles as he puts his hand over his eyes.

"I will shoot you." Dean threatens, he doesn't budge above you as you swat at his chest to get off. Your cheeks burn pink at the embarrassment of being caught by your best friend.

"I'm never going to unsee that for as long as I live. We have to go take care of this ghost but I see you've forgotten." Sam says before slamming the door shut.

You press your hand to your mouth as you give a giggle. Dean looks back down at you with a broad smile before tilting his head.

"Is it something I said?" He jokes. 

He runs his thumb over the apple of your cheek once more.

"Make our own destiny, huh?" He whispers against your lips and you nod gently as he kisses you.

"I like the sound of that, Candy girl." He mumbles before helping you up.

"Me too." You say as your fingers press to your lips. You can still feel his lips on yours, like a distant but not forgotten dream.

Your nerves are frazzled and fritzing as he hugs you tightly.

"I love you." He murmurs. You can hear how difficult it is to push out the words. You know he barely ever does this. He barely says it to Sam. But, it means so much to hear them from him.

"I love you too, De." He has a smile on his face as his chin rests atop your head. 

The smile only grows as he feels the burden of all these years slowly drifting off of his body.

"Let's go gank this bitch, huh?" He asks as he pulls back.

You smile as he kisses your forehead and you can barely contain the teenage-like giggle you give as he winks at you.

Making your own destiny sounds better than anything.

Destiny Is Heaven Sent Taglist: @roonyxx​​​​​, @deans-baby-momma​​​​​, @supernatural-love14​​, @winchest09​

Forever Dean Tags: @akshi8278​​​​

Forever Tags: @mariaenchanted​​​

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Holiday Freebie: You write smut, don't you? A Cas x Reader where they have a thing and he calls his wings by accident when he has an orgasm. Maybe some Wing!Kink?

a/n: this challenge is closed, but i’ll take this one because i’m so bored 😂 and yes i do!

warnings: smut, wing!kink, reader is tied up

Many people don’t know this, but Castiel is packing. Compared to the Winchester’s he’s small, but he’s far from that in every aspect. He may not have known humans for very long, but he sure knows how to act like one.

“Fuck!” you scream as he pounds into you from above.

He has a lot of stamina due to being an Angel, so it’s your job to keep up with him. He grips your hips so tightly you know there’ll be bruises to admire tomorrow. He pulls your hips flush with his with every thrust. The tip of his cock hits your g spot every time, and the coil just gets tighter.

“Shit! I’m close!” you cry out.

Your hands are tied to the headboard above you, so you’re not able to run your nails down his back or grip his shoulders in the way you know he likes.

“Wait for me,” he says in a lower than normal voice.

He gives a few hard thrusts and he’s right there at the edge. He’s so caught up in the moment that he doesn’t realize what’s happening behind him.

“Come,” he demands just as he pounds into you.

You arch your back in pure ecstasy and come all over his throbbing cock. The grip on your hips doesn’t falter as he shoots his load into you, and just as he did that, his wings flourish behind him. They stretch to their maximum length, and you struggle to keep your eyes open to watch the beauty of them.

Once he knows you’re filled to the brim with his come, he pulls out of you. His come gushes down your legs, and he can’t help but grin. His wings flutter as the last course of pleasure rock through his body.

“Fuck, Cas, that was intense. Do your wings normally come out like this?” you ask, out of breath.

He reaches over and unties you and gently lays you down to tale care of you.

“Only with you,” he says truthfully.

“I’m so tired, but we are definitely exploring that link later,” you chuckle.

“Get some rest. I’m far from being done with you,” he whispers just as you slip into darkness.

[webcricket]

Castiel Drabbles

Characters: CastielXReader

Item/Object: Shoulder Blades

Word Count: 523

Requested by: Anonymous

Warning: Drabble contains written erotica content! Wing kink. Super sweet smut below the cut.

“Again,” Castiel gasps into your ear, pink lips sinking to sear the column of your neck, blue eyes fluttering shut as a wave of ecstasy crashes and breaks over his vessel. The stubbly fuzz of his chin sets the soft stretch of your throat ablaze. His hot desperate pants of pleasure further fuel the fire on your moisture sheened skin and stoke the slow burn of bliss threatening to incinerate your senses with each rolling thrust of his hips against your body.

You’ve never seen him this wrecked. An unselfish lover, ever intent in his focus on your gratification, he has never let himself lose complete control; not fully, not like this. He knows all the sensitive spots that make you writhe and moan in delight. He has memorized the map of your pleasure, wielding his vessel and divine power like weapons to target and destroy you in the best possible ways – rebuilding your shattered nerves with his soothing grace only to devastate you all over again.

“Please, again,” he begs once more, the request emerging a husky whisper off his tongue. He leans back to look into your eyes, propping his weight on his elbows to brush his palms over your hair. His entreating gaze is eclipsed nearly to black with desire, irises lost in a thin gleaming ring of ocean blue surging in a sea storm of lust.

Fingers clawing at the dark damp locks curled at his nape, you pull him to your mouth, lips waltzing in a passionate dance to the mad melodic music of your frantic combined heartbeats. Now that your wandering caresses have discovered where he’s most vulnerable – the move that leaves him weak and begging for more – you’re going to take full advantage and return the favor of his unrelenting affections. Your fingertips ghost his back, lightly traveling the muscular arch of his shoulders, following the sloping curve to knead firmly into the broad base of his shoulder blades.

He groans long and low into your mouth, the salacious sound vibrating to tighten your core to the breaking point. The rhythm of his thrusts falters as his cock twitches and swells inside you and the weight of his trembling frame collapses on top of you.  In your embrace, the indulgent angel loses control of his vessel’s limbs as his pure celestial being yields itself to the overwhelming pleasure of your touch. Powerless to contain them when he submits to you, jet black wings unfurl behind him, filling the room with a feverish rustling of silken quills. The feathers frenetically jolt, his shuddering wingspan outstretching to test the very boundaries of the bedroom.

Even as your own orgasm overtakes you, pulsing walls drawing out his warm release, your fingers do not relent, massaging the mass of downy fluff at the base of his shoulder blades until he is limp and mumbling incoherent choked syllables of Enochian into your skin.

Breathless and spent, his wings contract as he rolls to his side. Keeping your lax figure pressed close to his vessel, his wings shake themselves out and relax, draping to blanket you both in the afterglow of bliss.

[67-chevy-baby]

Teach Me

Pairing - Dean x Reader / Eventual Cas x Reader / No Destiel

Rating - 18+ Only!!

Squares Filled - Kink Bingo: Voyeurism and Castiel Bingo: Smut

Tags - Voyeurism, Smut, Fingering (Female Receiving), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Finger Sucking, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Use of Grace, A little bit of a Threesome (NO DESTIEL in this one), Some Fluff at the end, and I think that’s it.

Word Count - 2,969

Beta - @winecatsandpizza​

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

Written for - @spnkinkbingo​ and @castiel-bingo​

Dean couldn’t keep Y/N quiet. Her pleasure-filled screams echoed through the halls of the bunker as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, two of his skilled fingers curling inside her searching out her sweet spot. He was just glad that they were alone and didn’t have any close neighbors because he was sure the cops would have been called by now. Edging was one of his favorite things to do to her. Dean loved seeing her beg. He always thought she begged pretty.

“Oh God, please… Dean, please! Need to cum…”

Dean knew she was close. The way her needy moans became pants as her walls started to tighten around his thick digits was his key to stop. He pulled out of her, chuckling at her low whimper. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission yet. You gotta be a good girl. Only good girls get what they want. Think you can do that for me?”

Y/N’s chest was heaving, and she swore the moment anything touched her throbbing clit she’d explode, but Dean always knew what she needed. Especially when she was in a submissive state like this. She felt Dean’s calloused hands slide slowly up her sides, goosebumps rising in their wake. His lips sucked at the pulse point just below her ear sending a shiver down her spine. 

“D-Dean…” 

His lips ghosted along the skin of her throat ever so lightly. It was getting hard for him to hold back himself, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. His fingers found her slick folds once again, her walls fluttering around nothing before he slid one into her. The action wasn’t anything near what she needed, but it was better than him not touching her at all. 

Y/N began to raise her hips to meet the lazy thrust of his finger. All she needed was a little bit more, just a little more, and she’d be soaring into pure bliss. Dean’s sound of disapproval brought her back to reality, and she almost sobbed when he pulled out of her. 

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Didn’t say you could move, darlin’.”

“Fuck, please… please Dean. I-I need it.”

Just as Dean was about to give in and grant the release they both needed, a flutter of wings sounded in the corner of the room. Y/N scrambled up the bed, covering herself with the sheet just as Dean threw his black t-shirt on and grabbed his pistol off the nightstand. 

“Y/N? Is everything alright? I heard you calling for De-”

The familiar figure of Castiel stood clad in his usual attire looking halfway between confused and embarrassed as he took in the scene before him. His head tilted slightly before he spoke again, his attention fixed on Dean curiously. 

“Dean, was it you that was causing Y/N to cry out in distress?”

Y/N watched as Dean put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes. 

“Dammit, Cas … Y/N wasn’t distressed. She was enjoyin’ herself.”

Cas’ eyes narrowed to thin slits finally realizing that they were completely naked save for Dean’s tee. He walked forward slightly, picking up Dean’s boxers for a moment before dropping them back onto the pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, I understand now Dean. This is how humans participate in the act of intercourse. My apologies for interrupting.”

Y/N watched as Cas awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other before looking at Dean expectantly. 

“Cas? You okay, buddy? I was kinda hoping to get back to uh … well, ya know …”

Cas’ blue eyes wandered over their bare skin slowly, and Y/N didn’t miss the hint of redness that tinted his cheeks.

“Dean? I would very much like to learn how to make Y/N enjoy herself as you did. Can you teach me?”

Y/N’s gaze darted to Dean’s as he looked at her, the silent question was understood and she nodded slightly. A moment later, Dean stood from his spot at the foot of the bed and walked slowly towards his angel friend. Cas looked at him curiously as the fabric of his signature blue tie slid through the hunter’s thumb and index finger. 

“Well, first things first Cas, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He looked crestfallen at Dean, grasping the lapel of his trench coat lovingly. 

“I like my clothing Dean. I don’t see why it would matter if I took all of it off or not.”

Y/N held back a laugh, shaking her head as Dean scrubbed a hand across his face. 

“Cas, buddy, you gotta be naked. It’s uhh … it’s easier to …” 

He sighed heavily, the annoyance thick in his tone.

“Trust me on this, Cas. Okay? It’ll make Y/N happy.”

Moments later, the ever-so-powerful angel of the Lord stood there in nothing but his white boxers. Y/N hadn’t realized just how muscular he was underneath all the layers of clothing he normally wore. His biceps were notably distinguished, his chest looked firm, and his deeply defined Adonis belt was deliciously inviting. 

“I still don’t see how my lack of clothing would make Y/N feel pleasure, Dean.”

Just as Dean let out another exasperated sigh, Y/N patted the bed welcomingly and scooted over. 

“C’mere Cas, let me show you what Dean means.”

The angel stole a hesitant glance at Dean, watching him nod towards the bed. Cas swallowed thickly and made his way over to where Y/N laid invitingly. 

Cas watched as her delicate hand patted the thin fitted sheet. Her fingers sliding over the fabric made his pulse quicken. It wasn’t until Dean sat on the end of the bed that he came to his senses. 

“Go on, Cas. You have to feel how smooth her skin is. Y/N’s got the prettiest skin doesn’t she?” 

Indeed, Cas always admired how beautifully porcelain it was. He just didn’t think he would ever get this opportunity. Celestial beings weren’t supposed to participate in acts like this. Sexual desires rarely crossed his mind, mainly because it was wired into his genetic code to serve God. 

Ever so slowly he extended his hand, allowing it to come to rest on Y/N’s bare hip. Not only was her skin soft, but this simple touch seemed to electrify his body. The celestial energy within him made everything more heightened. An instinct he never thought he would’ve possessed took over. 

Y/N returned the gesture by stroking her fingertips along the side of his cheek. She watched as Cas closed his eyes, the initial contact making him shiver. He’d never been touched so intimately before. The sensations from it alone caused his breath to hitch, and she hadn’t even got him completely naked yet. He hadn’t even noticed Dean move to the chair in the corner until his gruff voice broke the silence in the room, egging him on. 

“Yeah, buddy that’s it. Kiss her next. See if you can find the spot on her neck that drives her absolutely wild.”

Y/ N’s gaze flitted from the angel’s slightly-parted lips to his cerulean eyes. It made desire begin to pool in her abdomen seeing him like this. She’d always had feelings for Cas, but it never seemed possible that she would be able to explore those desires. His mouth descended onto her neck, kissing and sucking at her fair skin. 

Y/N’s back arched into his toned chest at its own accord, his lips continuing their journey south. His ocean-colored eyes looked up through his thick lashes at her reaction to his kisses. It never occurred to him how such a small gesture could have such an effect on someone. He wanted more, needed to see Y/N come completely undone for him. 

Cas marveled at her beautiful figure laid out before him. Beads of sweat collected in the valley between her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with want. He gracefully kissed his way back up to her bowtie lips, capturing them in a passionate caress. His tongue danced with hers expertly, the thickening of his cock evident on her upper thigh. 

The moment his lips left hers a needy whine fell from her lips. Y/N looked over at Dean and felt her walls clench again. Seeing him fully naked again with his cock in his hand, hard and leaking, drove her absolutely wild. Her body began to shake again, her hands fisting the sheets. 

“P-Please… I… I can’t… I need…”

Dean chuckled as Cas looked over at him with slight confusion etched in his features. He bit his lip, nodding at the angel to keep going as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on his cock. 

“Dean, did I do something wrong? Y/N seems to be in distress again.”

A low moan fell from the elder Winchester’s lips. It was getting harder to focus on being a teacher when he was getting the hottest live show he’d ever seen. Eventually, he shook his head and tried desperately to form a coherent sentence. 

“Nah buddy, I bet her pussy’s soaked. Just look at the way she’s breathin’. You see the way her eyes roll back in her head just from your hands and mouth touching her? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Cas. You really wanna hear Y/N lose it, then you gotta find her sweet spot.”

Dean stood up and joined his angelic friend on the bed, carefully spreading Y/N’s legs. He showed Cas his middle and ring fingers for a moment before dipping them into the slick folds of her sex. Cas didn’t miss how her back arched off the bed or the way she whimpered. Dean didn’t keep them inside her long though. This wasn’t his show anymore, but he wasn’t upset. If he was honest with himself, teaching turned him on more than he thought it would.

“You see that? Now you try…”

Cas slid his left hand up Y/N’s thigh, his fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps on her skin. He took note of how she sucked in a breath the moment his fingers grazed her folds. Dean was right, she was very wet. Ever so slowly, he began to smooth them up and down, his cock throbbing in his boxers every time a new plea fell from her mouth. 

“Is this her sweet spot, Dean?” 

His hand never faltered as his blue eyes met Dean’s lust-blown ones. The hunter shook his head and bit his lip, his voice thick with arousal as he spoke. 

“Not quite, Cas. I’ll help you find it though. Those two fingers you’re touchin’ her with? Push them inside her. Then, I want you to curl them upwards.”

Cas did as he was told, and the moment he curled his fingers the prettiest moan he’d ever heard filled the room like a prayer.

“Oh, Castiel!... M-More… please!”

Cas didn’t have to be told twice. Virgin or not, he could tell he’d found the spot that drove her crazy. He began to rub his fingers along the bundle inside her, his other hand rubbing his own arousal through his boxers to gain some relief. Dean praised him, egging him on as he used his thumb to draw circles around her clit. 

“That’s it, Cas. Fuck... keep moving your hand like that, and she’ll cum in no time. You think we should let her? You wanna see her squirt? She tastes like Heaven.”

Cas wasn’t sure what Dean meant by that, but he loved the way Y/N’s walls squeezed around his fingers. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little faster each time. His eyes went wide as he watched Dean lowered his mouth towards where his hand was.

“I’m about to show you another spot, Cas. This one’s called her clit. Y/N’s about to become putty in our hands. Ready, buddy?” 

Cas nodded, licking his lips as Dean closed his mouth over Y/N. Almost instantaneously he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d never experienced anything like this before. Why would his Father keep something this pleasurable hidden from his brothers and sisters for so long? A few seconds later, Cas felt something wet gush over his vessel’s hand. 

“Oh, fuck! C-Cas…. Dean I… I’m gonna… Right there!... OH, FUCK!!”

Dean sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with Y/N’s juices. A smirk formed on his lips before he gestured to where Cas’ hand was. 

“Good job, buddy. You know, for an angel you’re not too bad at this. Taste her, Cas. Then, I wanna see you fuck her.” 

Cas did as instructed and slowly removed his fingers from Y/N’s heat. He curiously observed the way they glistened with her wetness for a moment before sucking them between his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her. Dean was right, she was delicious and he needed more. Before he could stop himself, he settled between her quivering legs. His instincts took over and soon he was devouring her like it was the only thing keeping him alive. 

“Sh-Shit! CAS!! Ohholyshityes… yes… YES!” So good… Oh, you’re so good! AH!” 

Dean’s jaw went slack as he watched the scene play out before him. His cock jerked in his hand, and he began to stroke himself faster. The coil of his arousal tightening with each passing moment he watched Cas work Y/N over. 

“Jesus, Cas… Look at you, making her a complete mess with your mouth. Fuck… yeah, make her sweet pussy cum again… C’mon, buddy… you can do it. Make her scream…”

His words gave him the fuel he needed. He closed his mouth over the same spot Dean had before and sucked. He could quickly tell that she was sensitive, so as if on queue he used his grace to hold Y/N in place while he moved his tongue in circles across her bundle of nerves. 

“Ca...Cas… Cas, OhmyG-... M’gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna… CAS!!!”

He released her clit after her second orgasm calmed down and sat up next to where Dean was standing. His pupils fully engulfing the blue of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard in the confines of his boxers, so he took a moment to remove them. 

“Cas, I think she’s ready for you. God, I can’t wait to see you fuck her and watch her cum with you buried inside her.” 

Cas had never had something so filthy be spoken to him, but it unlocked something inside him. Something primal that needed to be sated, and it was something only Y/N could provide him. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He heard her cry out and stopped, his eyes looking down into hers as he waited for her to adjust to him. 

“Please… please, Cas… fuck me…”

The moment the words left her lips, he gave in and began a punishing pace. Dean marveled at the way Y/N looked from this angle. He knew he wasn’t going to last like this. Seeing his best friend fuck the girl he loved senseless would be his undoing. He stood there fucking himself into his hand while the most obscene noises filled his ears. It all became too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the stream of Enochian chants coming from Castiel, and the sound of Y/N begging for him to cum sent him over the edge. Thick ropes of his release coated her chest and neck as he gripped onto the headboard for support. 

“Mmm, fuck Cas… Yeah, buddy… fuck her just like that… She feels amazing, doesn’t she? That tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice. She’s close, I can tell.” 

He leaned down close to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe. 

“You like when Cas fucks you, sweetheart? His cock feels good splitting you open… I can tell. You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over him?”

The moment Y/N’s walls fluttered around Cas he was a goner. With a guttural cry, he stilled inside her, his release filling her completely. 

For a few moments, no one said anything. It was all just heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Y/N. Dean broke the silence and ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair before slipping back into his boxers. 

“That was… wow… We gotta do that more often. He padded across the room to the door and gave the Cas and Y/N a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. You two should do the same and then we can talk about all this.”

He was gone seconds later, but before Y/N could move to get up herself, Cas shook his head. “Allow me.” With a quick snap of his fingers, they were both clean and back in their clothes. She smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his. “That was amazing, Cas. I… I don’t know what we do from here, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” Cas smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple. “I may be somewhat ignorant of intimate feelings, but Dean seemed pleased with what we just did together.” 

The two made their way to the Bunker’s library completely sated. If you’d told Y/N a year ago that she’d be fucked into oblivion by an angel of the Lord while one of the most beautiful hunters that ever existed watched, she would have laughed. Now? Now, it was safe to say that anything can happen, and she couldn’t wait for Dean to give Cas another lesson.

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Cool Fact

Warning: Small wing kink, fluff, No smut Pairing: Castiel x College!Reader

         I was a college student. A Freshman. Constantly, I would go to classes, jog down notes, rush to my dorm, work, sleep, repeat. Oh, right, also get bullied in between everything. I never knew why, but people picked on me a lot. The three people that pick on me the most, are junior guys.

         One day I had stumbled across Castiel. He claimed to be an Angel. I didn’t believe him until I saw his wings. He said he was here to protect me. He saw the beauty of my soul. It was pure, and full of hope. He kept me safe. He was the only person who loved me.

“Y/N, you have to get up, you have Literature in 20 minutes.”

“But, Cas, they’ll be there. I don’t want to go through pain again. Please, can’t I stay here with you?”

         Castiel kissed my cheek, handing me my bag.

“I’ll be with you along the way. I won’t let them hurt you, you know that.”

         I sighed, putting on my backpack and grabbing an apple. I walked towards the door but stopped when I remembered a cool fact.

         “When we get back, I want to show you something I learned.”

         “Okay, you can show me anything you want. No more time-wasting, let’s get to class.”

         It was the end of the day and I was walking back to my dorm. I gasped when I saw the juniors. They gathered around me. One was in front of me, he knocked my books out of my hand, crumpling my work. The one on my left snatched my bag, dumping everything on the floor, kicking it afterwards. Lastly, the one on my right, pulled on the necklace the Castiel had given me. It was a silver chain with a tiny angel blade in center that dangled. When he pulled it, the chain snapped in half.

         The guys started laughing while they yanked on my clothes.

“Hey! Get away from her!” Castiel yelled from behind me.

         The boys froze from me, turning their attention towards the Angel. His wings were invisible, but his eyes were glowing blue.

“Why? What are you going to do about it?”

         All the boys started laughing. I, on the other hand, started backing up. Castiel raised his hand while I buried my head in his trench coat. I heard screaming, then feet running.

“You can look now.”

         As I raised my head, Castiel slowly relaxed, his eyes going back to normal. When I turned to see the juniors, they were only in their boxers, running to their dorms.

“Castiel?”

“I’m not going to hurt the idots, as much as I’d like to, but I can embarrass them.”

“Oh.”

         Castiel and I made our way back to my dorm. As we settled on the couch, Castiel turned to me.

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?”

“Oh! Right, I almost forgot.”

         I got up, walking in front of Castiel, then proceeded to straddle his lap. His head tilted as he smiled and placed his hands on my hips. I tangled my right hand into his hair, placing my left on his trench coat. Castiel started to lean forward, eyes closing, as he connected his lips with mine. This is when I put to plan into action. I bit his bottom lip, tugging on it, making him whine. Tugging on the trench coat brought him closer to me, deepening to kiss. Lastly, I tugged on his hair, causing him to growl and moan. Then it happened. His wings appeared.

         I pulled away, Castiel looking shocked as ever while he reached towards his wings in disbelief.

“How did you do that?”

“Well, when an Angel experiences enough pleasure, their wings can become visible, as well as sensitive to touch.”

         Castiel grinned wildly, then proceeded to tackle me to the couch. He kissed me passionately as his fingers tangled in my hair. Let’s just say that Castiel showed me how proud he was that I learned a giant fact like that about him.