Lucifer makes a deal with Castiel and the Reader that will please everybody. But it’s up to the reader to accept.
Pairing: Casifer x reader
Warnings: restraint, gagging (kind of), oral (female receiving), breath play
Word Count: 1195
Note: I’ve never felt so dirty writing in public before. Happy Supernatural Smut Appreciation Day.
“Y/N.”
With one fluid motion, you had your back against the wall and your gun pointed at Cas’s chest.
You lowered it with a sigh. “Cas. We’ve talked about this. I know that a bullet won’t hurt you, but I would prefer not to shoot you either. You need to knock instead of just barging into my bedroom.”
“There wasn’t time. Y/N,” he slumped against the closed door, “I need to… tell you…” You rushed to catch him as he slid to the floor. The color was draining from his face and he had broken out into a cold sweat.
“We need to call the boys,” you started. Before you could shout, Cas had his hand over your mouth. With a flutter of wings, he pinned you to the bed. He held your wrists above you with one hand while the other continued to cover your mouth. There was a gleam in his eyes that you’d seen before, but not in him. Sam had it for a while. You gasped and struggled under his grip as you realized.
Lucifer.
His voice was higher than Cas’s. Playful. “You’ve always been the smart one, Y/N. I’ve been with the boys all morning and they haven’t noticed a thing.” Castiel’s face grinned at you, but with a darkness. “Then he actually pushed me out of the way for a bit. You are very important to him.” He twisted his head and shuddered, “easy Cassie. Don’t fight too much. Not when I’ve got your girl in such a compromising position.”
Your blood ran cold. What do you want, Lucifer?
“I want you to keep this a secret from the Winchesters. They are searching for something I need, but they’ll stop once they know I’m not Castiel.”
You glared at him, refusing to believe it was that simple.
“How about I up the ante? I’ll give you the thing you want most; you won’t even have to beg for it. Unless that’s your kink.”
How could he see that? You’d buried it long ago.
“I know you’ve been longing for it. And guess what? Castiel wants it too.”
For a split second Castiel broke through with a look that was so him. Ashamed, but questioning.
So, you’re going to buy my silence with sex?
He leaned forward till you could feel his breath next to your ear, “I guess I am.”
Warnings: Smut! Grace bondage, multiple penetrations, oral (female receiving), talk of voyeurism, blacking out (in a very good way)
Word Count:457
Note: It’s my first fic with the angel so please let me know you enjoyed it by rebloging, liking, and commenting! And my requests are open…. just saying.
Imagine you’re in the hotel after a hunt. Sam and Dean are off with their scores, so you’re left to please yourself. You know how you like it. Feathery touches, maybe a tie around your throat if you had someone with you. You know who could please you like that, but you don’t think he’ll come. So you play with his face in mind. Sighing and moaning with the thoughts of what he would do.
Then you hear the flutter of wings.
“It’s a sin to lust,’ he’d say. “You pray very loud, Y/N.” Would he step closer one step at a time, or would he suddenly have you pinned to the bed? He whispers in your ear, “you could be louder, though.”
While his grace held your hands above your head, would the angel first kiss every inch of your skin or just dive his face into your heat, eating you out like a starved man? His grace is more than you could ever have imagined, touching you everywhere he can’t while pulling you to your first high. You would come on his lips as his hands made bruises on your hips. Grace would tweak your nipples once your shuddering had subsided, making you jerk and gasp underneath him.
Would he then crawl up your body, or whisk you both over to the wall to hike your legs over his hips? Soft or hard? He’s obviously hard, but how tightly are you clenching around him? He would feel so good, long and thick. By now he’s naked as well, and you can see his form. His rutting builds you quickly; you cry out his name as you let the orgasm quake through you.
But he’s still going.
On the bed, he pulls you to sit on him as he lays down. “I’ve heard you praying for me before,” he would say, “so I know what you want.” His hips would thrust up into you while he pulled down on your hips. A cool touch runs up your legs and back to your hole. It would stretch you slowly, keeping an alternating rhythm to him beneath you. Would you brace yourself on his chest, or collapse onto him so he could kiss you while filling you? No matter what, he would find a way to hit every spot that made you scream his name. Imagine seeing his wings spread underneath him as you climaxed just before your sight dissolved into white, then black.
He would call your name softly till you came back to him. He’s cleaned you up and his holding you close. Once he knows you’re okay, “are you satisfied? Was it everything you dreamed?”
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