#castor hetfield smut

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hi! So I had thoughts about Castor🤭

I don’t know why…but here’s my thoughts. So reader is a member of the band opening for Metallica on (whatever tour) and is really close to James. Not in a weird way or anything, but James and reader get along really well. Castor’s always had a thing for the reader and James knew that so he decided to introduce Catsor to reader and they hit it off really well.

A/n: I don’t write enough Castor for an account that was made to make more Castor

Warnings: none just fluff

Metallica was going on tour and James had found the perfect opening band.

He’d heard Castor listening to them and figured since he was taking him on tour why not bring a band he knew his son liked?

While planning everything you went to James for help since your band didn’t have an official manager or someone to deal with booking and finances. You were raw dogging it and it was astonishingly hard so after spending a week pumping yourself up you finally brought yourself to contact James.

The day before you went out he invited you and your band over so you could all catch the flight together, he knew you’d been worried about someone getting left behind and this definitely helped calm your nerves about the whole ordeal.

You and your band were nothing less than ecstatic about this trip. Sure, you’d been on tours but small ones where you never left your country, now, suddenly, you were performing for thousands of people almost every night in places you’d never even dreamt of visiting, it was all a fever dream but it was really happening.

James had never told you how he’d found your band, you never cared all too much because you were worrying about flights, hotel rooms, everything like that.

You were on an overnight flight from Vancouver, Canada to Frankfurt, Germany. It was almost a ten hour flight and you were ready to, hopefully, sleep most of the way.

Of course, right as you sit down there’s not an ounce of melatonin your brain tried to produce and you were just stuck there. James was beside you, he purposefully booked your seat near each other but there were few flights where you were right next to each other. It was just another way for him to help you with your worries, also because the both of you had created a bond while planning and were genuinely having fun together.

Occasionally on the flight Castor would come by to ask his dad something or just to talk, his gaze always flickering to you. You played it off as nothing but it brought some questions to mind.

“James,” you started once Castor left, “how’d you find our band?” A bright smile came to his face, he wasn’t just expecting this question he was hoping you’d ask about it.

“I heard Castor listening to you guys.” He said simply enough. You gave a small nod. “He really likes you guys, you know? Always talking about your music, outfits, he really likes your outfits.” You could feel your cheeks heating up at that.

Your band wasn’t all glam but you definitely took inspiration from the whole thing, you often wore some sort of leather bottoms, usually pants or a tight skirt that hugged your curves. Your shirt normally consisted of a band shirt, however being on stage had you sweating so you’d eventually have to take it off and reveal whatever you had on underneath.

“I never would’ve guessed he liked us.” You mumbled, trying to hide your sudden shyness. “He’s always quiet and tries to stay away from us.” You heard James chuckled, he knew what he was doing. Dickhead.

Your next show was in London, one of the bigger shows. You were backstage and completely exhausted. It was a flight to bus to hotel to bus to flight to flight to stage and you’d barely slept in the last twenty-something hours.

There was a small room backstage with food and drinks and such. You were stuffing your face full or whatever to keep you going.

You made the mistake of sitting down, someone was beside you but you couldn’t care less who it was. Your eyes closed and you were out.

“Hey,” you heard a voice in your ear, “you’re on in, like, ten minutes.” Slowly, you blinked your eyes open and scanned around, trying to figure out where you were.

You were still in the food room, still on the couch. After you fell asleep you must’ve leaned against the person next to you. You looked over and saw you were fully cuddled up to Castor, a small wet spot on his sleeve from drool. You quickly wiped your mouth and moved away from him. “Sorry, I’m just really, really tired, I didn’t mean to.” You blurted, the words slurring together in your still sleep state.

Castor just stared at you until you stopped talking. “You can sleep on me.” He said. Your head was in your hands and you were rubbing your eyes.

You peaked up at him. “Yeah?” He nodded and you sat up again, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I mean, you still have a show to do.” You groaned loudly and he laughed as you got up and stumbled away.

On the bus ride after the show to the hotel you could barely keep your eyes open. Honestly you were pretty sure you blacked out on stage at a few points.

Castor came over to you and hesitantly sat down beside you. “Tired?” He asked. You nodded as you moved to cuddle up to him again. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

You woke up a few times but didn’t stay awake for long. You saw James' long ass legs standing in front of you on the bus, you saw the entrance of the hotel while you were being carried to your room.

The next morning you woke up with your head on Castor’s chest, his arms wrapped loosely around you.

You whined softly and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it..?” Castor brushed some hair out of your face.

“Ten.” He responded, his voice raspy from sleep. It was light outside so you assumed he meant in the morning, meaning you didn’t have to move for a few hours yet. So, you closed your eyes and nuzzled into him, quickly falling back asleep.

You didn’t realize the mistake you’d made until later that evening at another show.

You had to wear these passes so people knew you were in a band and were supposed to be backstage. These passes always had a picture of you so if anyone ever tried to steal it they wouldn’t get very far.

Your bandmate handed you your new pass since you’d been told it was left in another hotel, but you had it the night before and usually kept it in the same spot on the bus. You took the pass and saw the picture of you barely awake and cuddling with a fully asleep Castor.

“Like your new pass?” James gleamed as he came up to you before the show. Castor came by presenting a nearly matching photo of the both of you curled up in bed together.

[metalbrojack]

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[stevenssticks]

it makes me very uncomfortable the fact that some people write things of castor hetfield specially smuts or thots. they are free to feel attracted to him but for me... it's just not. it's like... i don't know, it doesn't feel right to me.

like it’s james’ son and i think that’s what irks me. or the fact that he is very much reachable like i could 100% get a ticket to his gig and meet him. like he’s so much more real? and i still think of him like a kid even tho he’s literally older than me. my feelings are complicated on this.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do a castor fic where the reader is also in a band? your castor fics are soo good btw <3

A/n: tysm <3 I'm so glad people love Castor as much as I do! I need to write for him more :') I know not many people write for him, I've also been thinking about London Hudson(Slash's son) a lot recently and was wondering if anyone would be interested in something about him🤔

Warnings: Smut, finger(f receiving), oral(f receiving), squirting, size!kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Bastardane was going on tour and decided to bring along another band with them, that band just so happened to be yours. You were the drummer of another small band and when you guys were offered the chance to go on tour with another metal band you took it with open arms.

The tour wasn’t a break for your band as you were working on songs for your next album, the driving was a good opportunity for writing and banging out some good riffs and whatnot for when you got back, and when you did you guys went straight to the nearest studio.

During your time with Bastardane your band got pretty close with them. They were great people with great energies to be around and it made the whole trip such a positive experience.

You ended up especially close with the other drummer, Castor. You kept chalking it up to being because you were both drummers but on more than one occasion you two had been caught cuddling together, dancing together and doing other romantic things. Still, you refused to believe it was anything more than just being friendly... 

This particular day you were so tired of everyone and everything. You dropped by a grocery store because you were running low on food, a group of girls started following you around and doing whatever they could to make your time a living hell. A random dude yelled at you when your card didn’t work the first try and you almost left without any of your things.

Finally, when you thought you were in a place where you could get out some of that anger you kept messing up on your parts. You started too soon, too late. You hit the wrong drum, repeatedly. Nothing was going your way.

Your band went to get lunch, they wanted you to come but you declined, refusing to leave until you’d gotten through a full song with no mistakes. They asked you over and over again to come with them but you wouldn’t budge and they eventually left with the intention to bring you back something to eat.

Not long after they left you heard a knock on the door and it fucked up what you were playing. You threw your drumstick and it bounced off your hi-tom. The door opened and in came Castor, although he entered hesitantly after having seen your little fit.

“How’s it going?” He asked with a soft smile as he slowly came closer to you. You reached over to pick up your stick and went back to getting through the song, starting at the beginning again. “That good, huh?” You didn’t hear him, choosing instead to just go harder until you had it right.

It wasn’t that easy and you made another mistake. This time you just froze and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before throwing your stick again. It made it across the room and hit the wall on the other side with enough force that it snapped in half.

Seeing the two pieces on the floor you just sat back on your seat and let out the breath you took. Your seat rocked and you tipped back, landing hard on your tailbone. “Mother fucker!” You yelled, getting up and throwing the seat away as well. You were huffing and could feel tears brimming in your eyes.

A hand came on your shoulder and you turned to see Castor looking down at you with a worried expression. “Uh, I was told you were having a rough day.” He said, glancing around the room. “Didn’t know it was quite this bad.”

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You groaned and went to get your seat back.

“Why don’t you take a break?” He asked, trying to keep a calm tone in hopes of calming you down as well. “Might help clear your mind so you could get it right without putting a hole in the wall.” He had a small smile, adding a teasing hint to his voice.

You dropped your seat back in its spot. “I don’t need a break.” You grumbled.

“I think you do.” Again he turned you to face him.

“I’m fine, I just need to get this right.” You said, taking a step. Castor stopped you, lifted you onto your drumset with ease.

“You’re taking a break.” He repeated more firmly. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What, am I just supposed to sit here?” You looked up at Castor and noticed his gaze was wandering. “Cas?” His eyes quickly met yours and he gave a small hum in acknowledgement. You looked down to see what he’d been looking at.

You were wearing a skirt, a tight faux leather one, one that rode up your thighs when you spread your legs even slightly and revealed your panties at the right angle. You looked back up at Castor and his gaze had fallen to your panties again, this time he seemed less embarrassed to do so, biting his lower lip.

You enjoyed the way he looked at you. Hungry, lustful eyes, a window into his filthiest thoughts.

Castor got on his knees between your legs, looking up at you for affirmation that this was ok. You bit your lip and give him a quick nod. He pushed your skirt up a little more and pulled your panties down your thighs. He admired your slick folds for a moment, pressing a few kisses to your inner thighs before lapping up your juices.

You watched him between your head rolling back and your eyes closing from the pleasure. He was watching you, seeing what made you feel the best, how your face morphed when he did something you liked.

He pushed one long digit into you, curling it inside you until he heard a noise he liked. He proceeded to hit that same spot over and over again, relishing the way it made you squirm.

When he noticed you were close he pulled away. You whined loudly at the sudden lack of sensation only to calm right down when Castor undid his jeans and pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock was hard and leaking, begging for you just as much as you were for him.

He held a hand out to you. “Spit.” He ordered. You did as you were told and spit in his hand. He stroked himself a few times, using your saliva as lube before pushing himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp as he hit deep inside you, making your stomach bulge slightly. You always thought you just liked that he was taller than you because it made cuddling easier, you’d never thought it would go deeper than that. Both figuratively and literally.

Castor gave you a moment to adjust to his size, not moving until you told him he could. He went slow at first, trying to savour the feelings but soon the sounds you were making got to him and he couldn’t stop himself from going faster.

He held your hips as he rammed his hips into you, making you moan louder and louder. He groaned in your ear, mumbling about how good you felt around him, how badly he wanted this.

A knot built in your gut, a familiar yet different feeling. “Fuck, Cassey, ‘m gonna cum.” You mumbled. Your hands were on the toms behind you, needing to hold onto something. Castor moved a hand and started rubbing circles on your clit. You came hard around him, watching your cum squirt over his abdomen, soaking into his shirt and jeans.

You knocked your cymbals over and the rest of the set eventually went down with it, drowning out both your sounds. Castor didn’t stop. He held you close while he fucked you, bouncing you on his dick. You could feel him twitching inside you, ready to burst and soon he did. You could feel his hot cum hitting your gummy walls while he moaned into your ear.

He carefully set you back down farther away from the fallen drums. You pulled your skirt back down, Castor examined your drumset. “Nothing seems broken.” He said, picking up your panties off the floor and shoving them in his pocket. He got himself back into his damp pants before turning to you.

You had a knowing look, your arms crossed over your chest once more. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence. He patted the small bump in his pocket. “I’m keeping these.” You smiled at him, taking a few steps closer and leaning up to kiss him. Knowing that he’s a giraffe, he met you halfway.

When you pulled away you looked back to the mess, chewing your cheek. “I don’t wanna clean this up.” You said, looking to Castor for an answer.

“Lunch?” He asked, holding a hand out for you to take. You happily accepted the offer and followed him out of the studio.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

You need to do more Castor your one shot about him was so good!!!

A/n: I've been meaning to do more of Castor! He's literally the reason I started writing these because there's nothing of him and it's honestly criminal, I love him so much. I wrote most of this while feeling like absolute dogshit and did not proofread it so it might suck but smut is smut so enjoy :3

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), I think that's if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Castor was home from a tour. Bastardane was supposed to start work on their next album the day after they got back but everyone quickly realised that was a terrible idea as they were all exhausted and their bodies hurt.

Which led to a very peaceful morning for you and your boyfriend. He was tired but he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He didn’t want to just lay in bed so he came out into the living room to be with you, making himself a bed on the couch.

You two had moved into an apartment together not long ago. You never wanted a really big house, you knew Castor would do anything to make you happy so if you did want one he’d find you one, instead he settled on getting you some nice, new, slightly expensive furniture. Everything looked a little off in the small space but you filled it with enough homey things that everything just tied together so nicely.

You got two bowls of cereal for the both of you, something easy and quick because Castor was whining the whole time you were away from him but you still wanted him to eat. Coming back to the couch you saw that the blonde didn’t have a pillow. You reached for one from a nearby chair but he stopped you.

“Don’t need a pillow, just gimme your lap.” He mumbled as he reached out for you, his long limb prodding your thigh. Your ass, really. It was the closest thing he could reach.

You chewed your cheek, thinking it over for a moment but when you saw the innocent, tired pout on his face you just couldn’t say no. You sat on the couch and Castor got his head all nice and comfortable on your lap, nuzzling into you.

You turned the TV on so you’d have something to watch while you ate. Castor ate sideways and was very careful to not drip any milk on you, though a few drops escaped him. He spilled a spoonful and nearly spilled the whole bowl as well, making half of your pant leg wet.

Castor apologised, you told him you weren’t mad and got up to change your pants. “Where are you going?” He asked, leaning on his elbow.

“To change?” You replied. He shook his head.

“Just take your pants off, you don’t need to leave.” He tugged on your pant leg. Again you thought about it, and again you were deterred by his sweet pout. You slipped off your pants and sat right back down.

Castor finished the rest of his cereal sitting up, though he refused to not lean against you. His chewing was right in your ear. Frankly you didn’t care, you missed him just as much as he missed you.

You both set your empty bowls down on the coffee table, saying you’d clean them up later. They will be forgotten for at least a week. The TV was still on and you let your focus drift back and forth between it and your own wandering thoughts.

Castor rolled over. You thought it was just to get comfortable but then you felt him pushing his nose against you, into your panties.

He kissed around the thin fabric, poking his tongue out to lick your inner thigh or trace the waistband of your underwear. He loved watching you twitch, hearing those deep breaths you took to calm yourself when he just knew he was driving you crazy.

“Please, Cassey,” you said, “just do it.” There was already a whine in your tone. You were needy and desperate for his tongue to just be inside you already after all this time apart.

Of course, Castor didn’t wait a minute longer. He loved teasing you but at this point he was just teasing himself. He got on his knees in front of you and took your panties off, tossing them to a far side of the room. He planted his hands on your thighs and spread your legs, staring at your glistening folds.

“You’re so pretty.” He mused as he hooked your knees over his shoulders. He kisses you soft, sensitive skin, his hot breath fanning over your heat. “All needy for me.” He licked a strip up you, dipping his tongue in your hole. You moaned softly, your hand reaching for his head and tangling in his long blonde hair.

He sucked on your clit, lapping at it as well while his fingers prodded deep inside you, pumping in and out at a wild pace. You bucked your hips to meet him, mind fogging at the sensation. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He purred against you.

“Hah~ Fuck, Cassey-Cassey, ‘m close.” You moaned, head falling back onto the couch. You ground your hips against his face, cherishing the feeling of his nose hitting your clit, his tongue and fingers taking turns fucking you.

Castor was looking up at you, waiting to see that look of ecstasy fill your face. And soon it did. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open in moans. Castor didn’t stop, continuing to deliciously eat you out. Your thighs closed around his head, holding him in place as you rode out your high on his face and fingers, juices spilling down his chin, onto the couch.

When you finally let go of him and pulled back and got up, moving to sit back down on the couch with you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear.

You leaned up against him, nuzzling into his warm embrace. “I love you too.” You purred.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Creekside Scandal

First post here, hope it's up to your standards lol. If you like my writing and have any requests send them in and I'll be happy to put my twist on them, in the mean time enjoy this :3

Warnings: Not proof read, smut and fluff, fingering, oral sex(on reader), squirting?(gn!reader so it depends on how you're reading it ig) I literally just finished this but can't remember what I wrote so if you see anything you think I should mention feel free to tell me :3

Word count: 1997

You and Castor have been seeing each other for a while. You met after one of his band's concerts and just hit it off.

Things were going great between you, he was the sweetest thing while also being the biggest tease you’ve ever met.

You two were staying at his dads ranch for the weekend. You do this every so often just as something fun to do, you’d usually spend your time helping out around the house, making meals and such. Just having an all around fun time with your boyfriend, James popping in every now and then and making some stupid joke or teasing the two of you.

This morning was different. When you woke up you were not greeted by Castor’s warm arms around you, instead you were alone and his side of the bed was cold. The bed was actually rather small and you basically slept on top of him. You always assumed that’s why he enjoyed spending so much time here.

Smelling something buttery and good you ventured out into the hallway and to the kitchen, thinking he might’ve decided to make breakfast for a change. Nope, James was at the stove making French toast. He offered you a seat at the table, saying he was almost done. You sat down and he handed you a plate with two slices of French toast, setting maple syrup and butter down on the table as well before getting his own plate and joining you at the table.

“Do you know where Castor is?” You asked, spreading some butter on your breakfast.

James shrugged. “Said he had something special planned.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes. Still, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

After breakfast you did what you normally would, helping out around the house and with yard work, whatever James needed help with. You just couldn’t find Castor, not that you ever really went far enough to look. It was strange, usually you couldn’t go five minutes without him crying for a kiss. It was honestly a little worrisome.

It was now around five o’clock and you decided to set yourself up on the porch to read a little outside before the sun set. That’s when you heard the revving of a bike. A quad, to be specific. And there was Castor, finally coming around to the front lawn where you were facing.

He doubled back and looked up at you with a bright smile. “Come down here!” He called, obviously you couldn’t deny him. You marked your page and set it down on a nearby table before heading down to meet him.

“Where have you been all day?” You asked, unable to conceal your smile at seeing him again.

“C’mon and I’ll show you.” He said with a chuckle, patting the seat behind him. You joined him on the quad, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Ready?” He asked, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You couldn’t resist kissing him, you’d been missing his lips all day, it was only fair.

“Ready.” You smiled. He drove you down across the fields, weaving around cattle and other livestock before coming to a small creek where you saw a picnic all set up.

There was a big blanket spread out a little further away from the riverbed to keep it dry, a small basket, a bouquet of your favourite flowers along with a few lit candles spread around. This romantic little shit, you thought.

He stopped the quad a little further away, turning it off before getting off and helping you down as well. “Do you like my surprise?” He asked, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, gently guiding you over to the picnic. The sun was starting to set, lighting the place up with a golden glow.

“It’s perfect.” You gleamed, holding his hands against you.

Castor giggled and sat you down. “Alright, alright, hang on, it gets better.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he rushed off to a nearby tree where there was a small speaker. He pressed a few buttons on it, fiddling with the settings until “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam came on. It wasn’t too loud, just soft and in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere Castor had set up for you.

He came back and sat beside you, his arm snaking around your waist and holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Your hand found its way to his shoulder, moving up his neck.

Soon you were in his lap, both your hands tangled in his long, blonde hair. Soft moans escaping you while his hands explored your body. “It’s been so long.” He mumbled against your lips. He trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck. He knew from past experience where your sensitive spots were and started sucking and nipping at them, drawing more noises from you.

“Fuck- Cas, need you so bad.” You whined, grinding against him. His big hands went to your hips, holding you down.

Castor gave a soft chuckle. “I know, that’s why I brought you out here.” His fingers dipped into your shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down. You helped him out a bit with getting them along with your underwear off, leaving your bottom half open to him.

You shivered and pressed your lips to his again. “Cas, it’s cold.” It was mid spring, but still a bit chilly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you nice and warm.” Castor smiled and pulled off your shirt. He got you onto your back and kissed over your collarbone, licking and flicking your nipples, pulling more moans out of you. He watched you carefully as he kissed down your torso. “This is what you wanted, right?” He kissed the inside of your thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to muffle the noises you desperately wanted to let out. Castor bit the same spot. “You have to use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, just fuck me.” He laughed at your pleas. He licked a strip up you and began to suck, swirling his tongue around you and making you squeal. Your hands went to his hair, tugging on it. He groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations through you. A knot was building in your stomach, familiar and warm. “Fuck- Cas, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out through your moaning.

Just as the knot was about to burst Castor pulled away. You whined at the abrupt stop. He sat up on his knees. “Didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He asked, looking down. It was condescending in a sense but sent shivers up and down your spine.

Castor pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. You admired his built frame while he fumbled with the fly of his jeans before he finally got them off, tugging his boxers down with them. His cock sprung free, you bit your lip at the sight, hands sliding down your sides before going to touch yourself. Castor swatted your hands away. “That’s my job.” He took your hands in his, holding them above your head in one as the other came to cup your cheek. “Such a sweet thing for me.” He praised before his lips crashed against yours again.

The hand on your face caressed all down your body, stopping to pay some attention to your chest before continuing down and pushing inside you. Your lips parted in a moan and he took it as his chance to get his tongue in your mouth. He had two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace with the heel of his palm hitting you just right to add to the pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back. “Hah- fuck, Cas, I-I can’t-can’t take it, please!” You whined into his mouth. He pulled away a bit to look down at you, his fingers still curling inside you and hitting just the right spots.

“Can’t take what? C’mon, you gotta use your words.” He teased, pulling his fingers out until it was just the tips. “Want me to stop?” He knew the answer, of course.

You shook your head. “No! No, no, no, please! Want you! Want your cock, please!” You cried, squirming beneath your boyfriend. He laughs at your sad attempt to get some more friction.

“Alright, since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a reward.” He let your hands go and pulled his fingers out of you, lining himself up to your now pulsing hole and slowly thrusting in. Your jaw hangs open as a long, breathy moan leaves you at the familiar stretch. When he’s all the way in he stops, giving you a second to adjust. His hands move up and down your sides in a comforting fashion. “Would you look at that?” He hummed, pressing down lightly on your stomach to reveal a small bump. “I missed that, you know?” He pressed his lips to yours for a moment before he started moving, slowly at first and then his thrusts picked up.

Castor held your knees to your chest, rutting into you with harsh thrusts, his hips slamming against yours. Low grunts and groans left him while you were left a moaning, crying mess, weakly tugging at the blanket and grass around you. “Please! Please, please, please! Cas, Cas, I can’t- Cas, please!”

“Please- fuck, please what, Doll?” He asked, barely containing himself.

“Please, let me cum, please! I-I’ve been good, promise!” The knot was building all over again, twisting and turning and heating up.

Castor’s eyes screwed shut and he bit his bruised bottom lip, his head tilted back at the pleasure jolting through him. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick.” You let out a squeal, your legs shaking and your back arching off the ground. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped open but nothing came out as you squirted all over yourself and Castor. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, your walls fluttering around him and he just needed to reach his own high. “Fuck- Can I- can I cum inside? Baby, let me cum inside, please.” It was always fun to watch him beg, the way he’d hold himself back until you gave a clear indication of what he wanted. You gave a small nod and he shot his load deep inside of you, letting out loud, guttural groans.

Castor’s hands came beside you as he slowly lowered himself, laying down at your side and pulling you to him so he wouldn’t have to pull out just yet. “Fuck, I love you so much, you know that, right?” You gave a small nod, still reeling from your high. “Tired?” He asked with a soft smile, you nodded again. He held your head to his bare chest and chuckled. His breathing was still heavy, his heart beating fast and hard.

Castor cleaned you up, the basket he brought didn’t actually have any food in it, just a soft cloth to get the both of you cleaned off afterwards. “You had a whole picnic set up just for sex?” You asked.

“Just go to sleep.” He said with a laugh and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get you back home.” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb and went back to packing everything up.

You managed to fall asleep while he got everything put away. When you eventually woke up again you were already back in bed at the ranch house, head on Castor’s chest while he lazily played with your hair. You looked up at him, not fully awake. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more, Doll.” He whispered back, kissing your forehead. “Now go to sleep, don’t wanna be tired tomorrow.” You smiled and nuzzled back against him, cuddling closer before falling back asleep.