Wooo, here we go!!
7. Praise-kink |
Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs | Incest“You know, you look much better than they do when we do that.” Cas said, coming up to stand behind the couch Sam was lounging on.
Sam scoffed. “These are porn stars, Cas, they have porn star level bodies. No-one looks as good as that.”
“You do,” Cas said simply.
His hand was a warm weight on Sam’s shoulder and Sam turned his head to look up at him.
“You are a fine specimen of a man Sam. I never tire of looking at you.”
Sam blushed, feeling a little like a teenager eager for and embarrassed by compliments in equal measure.
“The way your muscles move, the way they ripple and swell when you’re naked. I’d take you any day over a hundred of them.” Cas continued, his voice dipping even lower.
“Cas -”
“And it’s not just how you look,” Cas said, curling his fingers into Sam’s hair, slowly teasing the strands and scratching at the base of his neck. “It’s knowing what you use your body for, how you keep in shape for a reason not just because you’re vain.”
Sam squirmed, his eyes flicked between the tv screen and the outline of Cas’s body behind him. The porno was still going, no longer ruthless pounding but slow and sensual, rolling bodies, glistening muscle.
Sam swallowed. Cas hummed above him.
“I love how you get turned on so easily.”
“Well… you do things to me, I’m always eager for you.”
“Eager is right, you can’t get enough can you?”
Sam’s blood rose in his veins turning his face a flushed pink blush.
“You’re breathtaking,” Cas leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Your body is a temple and I will worship there forever.”
Sam rolled his head back to rest on Cas’s chest.
“So gorgeous, so toned, so strong, and all mine.”
His arousal grew, he preened under the praise. He wanted to reach around and grab Cas, pull him close.
“Always doing the right thing, always waiting and ready for me, always giving me what I want. Make it so wonderful for both of us.”
Sam turned around until he was kneeling on the couch, he grabbed the lapels of Cas’s coat and held on like a drowning man. His head was swimming, all blood, diverted down down down.
“Don’t ever turn me away do you?” Cas asked.
“Never, I wouldn’t.”
“Such a good boy, my best and most cherished. My only.”
Cas leaned down and closed his lips in the hollow of Sam’s throat, sucking just enough, his tongue dipping out to taste the sweat that pooled there.
“And the way you taste,” Cas moaned.
“Your mouth feels amazing.”
“Want me to kiss you?”
“Okay,” Sam said, breathless.
“Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, god yes.”
“Need me inside of you? Need to be filled up, feel just how much you get me hard?”
“Please, come on, please.”
“Want me to ruin that pretty ass of yours? Want me to own it, mark it? Leave you dripping with my come and loose and breathless?”
“Yes, Cas, stop teasing and do it!”
“All in good time, you’re more fun when I make you wait for it.” He pushed on Sam’s shoulders and Sam went where he directed, until he was laid out on the couch. “Now, let’s see how much better we can do at love making than that amateur hour porn. Let’s make you all fucked out and beautiful.”
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Whumptober Day 30 – Caregiver
@la-vie-en-whump (since this is the last fic I´ll write for whumptober I´ll say it here) This writing challenge was a lot of fun and if you do this again next year I´d love to participate again! Thank you for doing this! 😀
and as promised I´ll tag you @sastiel-daily !
(moodboard by @smolstiel still to come)
Fandom: Supernatural
Relationship: Castiel/Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Human Castiel, Human Castiel in the Bunker, Hurt Castiel, Light Angst, more like worry, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Castiel Needs a Hug, Hugs, Kissing, Bathing, they’re just really soft okay
The door to the bunker opened, Cas leaned back against it when it fell shut. He closed his eyes for a moment. His bag fell from his grip.
Dean and Sam stood at the foot of the stairs and looked at him, worried.
Cas pushed off the door and took a few shaky steps forward. He gripped the rail but stumbled on the first step. He fell forward.
Sam’s eyes widened and he ran up the stairs to catch him. Dean was close behind him.
He pulled Cas up but he was unconscious. Sam exchanged a worried look with Dean and together they carried him to a table in the library.
Dean went back up the stairs to get Cas’ bag.
Sam checked him over for injuries, found nothing but some bruises and scratches.
“He looks like shit. What do you think happened?” Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. “No idea.” He felt Cas’ pulse again. Then he shook his shoulder.
At that, he jolted upright. Cas sat there, his eyes wide as he looked from Dean to Sam and back. He breathed a sigh of relief and slumped a little.
Sam reached out to steady him and Cas leaned into the touch.
Dean frowned. “Cas what happened?”
A heavy sigh. “I fell from Heaven. My grace is gone.”
Worry passed over Sam’s face. He looked up at his brother and found the same expression there. “You can stay here.” Sam assured him.
Dean nodded.
“Thank you.” Cas looked up at them.
Sam asked: “D’you need anything?”
When Cas remained silent, Dean suggested: “How about something to eat?”
Cas stomach rumbled and he held a hand to it. “Yes.”
Dean tapped his fingers on the table. “Okay. I’ll go to the kitchen and make you something. Be back in a bit.” With that, he left.
Cas sighed deeply.
Sam started caressing his back. He watched Cas for a while, took in his appearance, the beard, the dark rings under his eyes.
Then Cas looked up at him. His eyes were so tired.
Sam pulled him in for a hug, wrapped both arms around him.
Cas jumped but relaxed just as quickly. He turned around a bit to reach for Sam, clenched his hands in the fabric of his shirt. His breath hitched a little when Sam’s hand slid up his neck, cradling his head against his chest. He closed his eyes and revelled in the gentle touch.
At The Park
Pairing: Sastiel
Challenge: This is for @queen-of-deans-booty ‘s 3,500 follower celebration (spn card thing)! Congratulations on 3,500 followers, you deserve it and so many more! ❤
“Prompts”: Sam + stress + single parent AU
Warnings: Mentions of death, a widowed parent, mentions of divorce
Rating: Mid-Fluff
Word Count: 1,559
A/n: Also I apologize if this isn’t good- I’ve never written for Sastiel, but thought I would try something new for the challenge!
Title: At The Park
Sam sighs, glancing at his phone one more time before moving up to the receptionist once more. “Are you sure all of the kids are out?” She nods slowly, her head tilting slightly.
“Yes, I’m sure Mr. Winchester. They all left about 10 minutes ago.”
It’s around this time that panic rises in Sam’s chest, and he nods, turning quickly and bolting out of the building, shouting a rushed thank you over his shoulder as he jogs down the street, his gaze raking over the sea of people. “Johnathan! Johnny!” Sam searches frantically, stopping every person he can. “Have you seen a boy? Five years old, about this tall? He’s wearing an orange shirt- plain, yeah, plain orange, he has a dark green puffy jacket- jeans and som- no? Oh- no, thank you,” he bolts down the street, cupping his hand around his mouth and shouting. “Johnny! Johnny!” He racks his brain to think of anywhere Johnathan could be and remembers the conversation they’d had earlier. “The park…” He turns quickly, blinking away the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as he backtracks quickly, weaving his way through the crowd while constantly calling for his son.
Not too far away he can see the park, and he sees a streak of orange running across the playground. “Johnny!” He moves faster than he ever thought possible as he jumps over the bench, dropping quickly and scooping up his son, pulling him to him in a tight hug. “Oh, god, Johnny, what are you doing? Why did you leave- are you okay? Oh god, Johnny, are you okay?” He pulls away, grasping his child’s head and turning it, examining every visible inch of his son.
“Dad!” Johnathan whines, a smile sliding across his face. “I’m fine!” Sam frowns, pulling Johnathan in for another hug.
“Don’t ever do this again, why would you leave? I told you I was going to be late! I told you to wait at the front desk, Johnny!”
“Oh, my.” Sam looks up, frowning when he hears the deep voice. He stares down at him and looks away briefly. “I, uh…that would be my fault. I’m so sorry- I didn’t realize…” He motions to the side. “Maria said that Johnny said that his dad- you, I guess, said that he could come to the park with us. I didn’t think much about it- I’m so sorry. I hope you didn’t get too worried.” Sam swallows roughly and stands up.
“Johnny, go play- we’ll talk about this later, okay?”
“I’m not in trouble?” He asks softly.
“No. I’m just…I’m glad you’re okay- go, have fun.” He watches his son run over to the jungle gym, and sighs, plopping down onto the bench and covering his face.
“I’m so sorry,” the man sits down next to Sam. “I didn’t mean any harm.”
“No- I know, it’s fine. I just can’t lose him- you know? He’s all I have left.” He drags his hand down his face and then holds it out to him.
Can you maybe write something about Sam telling cas the abuse he went through in the cage? After s11 in general it feels like Sam reacts to Lucifer the way victims react to their abusers and I need some sastiel fluff (with maybe a hint of nsfw)
“You know,” Cas starts, his voice quiet as he pets through Sam’s hair, “I’d always thought that…something like that had happened. But I never felt it my place to question your experiences down there, or to dredge up something so incredibly painful.”
Sam licks his lips, his mouth dry from talking. “Yeah,” he replies. His eyes are a little wet, his body pressed against Castiel’s. “It’s – you know. Time’s different down there. Pain’s different. Memories are…odd, the ones created there. “Seeing Lucifer? It just…”
Cas holds him tighter, stroking down his back. “Sam…I – I am so incredibly sorry. What can I do?”
Sam lets out a shaky breath. “You can just be with me, Cas. Just like this.”
Never Again
Autonomy was such a funny thing about humans, Castiel thought. Such an odd little custom that made such a difference.
Angels have no custom of autonomy. Without corporeal forms, how could they? Angels really have no need for the concepts of choice and independence, but on Earth, it became easy to see that humans depended on them. After all the time the angel had spent stationed on Earth watching humanity, Castiel had begun to think he understood it all a little better. It took only days after meeting Sam Winchester to realize how wrong he was.
The rules just didn’t seem to apply to Sam Winchester. He was the Boy with the Demon Blood, and yet he was kind. He towered over any other human in sight, and yet he seemed so small. But strangest of all, he was violated time and time was again, and yet he never fit the pattern of human victims Castiel had seen over the years.
What struck Castiel most about Sam’s behavior was hard to explain. The young man barely showed any signs at all of being used as a pawn in a larger game in which he had no say. After every kidnapping and every violation, it was business as usual for the boy. And yet, there was something disturbing about his actions. Castiel just couldn’t put his finger on it.
It took ages for him to finally figure it out, or so it felt like. In comparison to the centuries he’d spent thinking he’d figured it all out, a couple months seemed like nothing, but time was different around the Winchesters. Maybe it was because Sam was only twenty-seven years old, that as Castiel began to see through the young man’s eyes, time seemed to slow. But regardless, it struck him.
Sam’s voice was what gave it away. It was the only thing that would shift after his ability to make his own choice had been taken yet again. It was the only sign that yes, Sam Winchester did understand the importance of what had been taken from him. And that was how Castiel realized it: Sam had hardly even known autonomy. Choice—the principle which was hardwired into every human brain—had never factored into Sam’s equation. And all of a sudden, it became too much.
So in the end, as Castiel faced his older brother—an archangel without even the understanding of why angels would need consent nor desire to figure it out—it came down to this:
“You are not taking Sam Winchester,” Castiel threatened.
Never again.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 