#Angel!reader

[ambiguous-avery]

Glitter and Ashes

No pairings, fem!Angel!Reader/You | WC: 1513

Summary: Dean finds you during a hunt gone sideways. He expects a demon or a curse. Not an angel with tear-stained cheeks and who’s given up on humanity. You don’t think there’s anything left to save. But Dean thinks otherwise.

Tags/Warnings: no use of Y/N, no beta we die like men

A/N: My submission for @chevroletdean’s 500 celebration! Not gonna lie, this thing was a doozy for me to try and come up with an idea for! But it was a super fun challenge! A huge shout out to @jollyhunter, @losers-clvb, and @bettystonewell for all the help! I was hoping to get this done and uploaded earlier, but a bug has kept me in bed for the last two days straight. I’m still on cold medicine right now, so please forgive me if some of this seems... not entirely coherent.

When Dean kicked down the door of the motel room, he expected claws and fangs or maybe some sort of creature mid-feast. What he wasn’t expecting to find was you sitting on the bed with a horribly out of date floral-patterned comforter, wearing little more than an oversized t-shirt, staring at the static on the television, and with countless beer cans littered around the room.

Your gaze flicked over to him and Sam as they stepped into the room, surveying the mess around you. You made a small noise of acknowledgement.

“Huh... thought you’d be taller.”

“Excuse me?” Dean asked, lowering his gun and flashing you a confused expression.

“I watched you before I fell. A lot of angels did.You were the Righteous Man. Michael’s vessel. We all thought you’d be… I dunno… more impressive in person?” You shrugged and took another swig from the beer can in your hand. You grimaced at the taste.

“You’re an angel?” Sam asked, stepping further in the room. His gun was still trained on you, but he wore the same confused look as his brother.

“Was.” The word was bitter on your tongue. “Fell about three months ago. Still getting used to…” you made a vague gesture to yourself, “all this. Hunger. Exhaustion. Intoxication.” You raised your beer can in a mock toast. “And emotions. God the emotions! They’re like the worst part of it all.”

”Yeah, well, welcome to being human. It sucks.” Dean tucked his gun in the waistband of his jeans and cautiously moved around the room. You didn’t flinch when he stepped closer and the floor creaked beneath his boots. “So, what, you just decided to take a little vacation from Heaven? Thought you’d slum it with us mud monkeys for a while?”

You barked out a laugh that sounded less like a laugh and more like shattering glass.

”Vacation? Is that what you think this is?” You gestured with the hand holding the beer can, sloshing the liquid over yourself and the bed. You didn’t bother wiping it away. “Can you believe I chose this?” You asked incredulously. “We chose. Me and her. We believed in what Castiel was fighting for. Humanity. Free will. All of it. We thought…” Your voice caught in your throat. “Thought it would be worth it. Wanted to experience it.”

”What’s your name?” Sam asked, finally lowering his weapon. His expression softened as he came to stand by Dean.

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” you muttered, reaching for another beer that sat on the table next to you. “The name I had in heaven means nothing here.” You cracked open the lukewarm beer and downed a quarter of it in one go. 

“You’ve just been living like this?” Dean asked. There was no judgement in his voice. Just... pity? Understanding? Sadness? You weren’t entirely sure.

“I stopped living when she died,” you said quietly, turning your attention back to the static on the TV. “This is just what comes after.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“My sister,” you said, the words feeling hollow in your mouth. “We fell together. Cut out each other’s grace. Figured we’d navigate this whole human thing together as a team.” You took another long drink, the alcohol going down easier than it had a couple weeks ago. “About a month in, a demon found us. Recognized what she was. What we were.” Dean frowned, his expression hardening.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be.” You shrugged. “You didn’t rip her apart while I watched. I couldn’t do anything. No grace. No power. Just... screaming.” Your free hand covered your ear, as if it could silence the cries you heard in your head every night. Sam moved closer, his foot kicking one of the stray beer cans on the floor.

“Is that why you’ve been causing trouble? The incidents around town–”

“I haven’t been causing trouble!” you snapped. “I’ve been trying to survive. Turns out that humanity doesn’t exactly welcome my kind with open arms. No ID, no history, no skills. Can’t even smite anything anymore.

“Castiel gave up everything for your kind. And we followed him down thinking that maybe we could understand what he saw. But it’s all just pain. Cruelty for no reason. And these parasites you call emotions,” your voice cracked as you spoke. “They feed on you when you least expect it. I thought you humans were supposed to have hope. And longing. And happiness. All I’ve gotten is despair and hurt.”

Sam and Dean shared a look between them, a silent conversation you couldn’t decipher even after a millennia of people-watching. It was different being among them – being one of them. Dean met your gaze.

“Yeah, some days it’s mostly crap.” Dean’s voice was gruff but there was a sense of understanding laced in it. “But that’s not all there is.”

“Then where is it?” you straightened up, beer sloshing over the rim of the can. “Cause I’ve been searching for the last month and a half, and all I get is ending up back at this motel room.” The room felt too small with the three of you in it. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation.

“It doesn’t just come to you,” Sam said gently. “That’s not how being human works.”

“Then how does it work?” your voice went quiet. “Because I don’t understand any of this. I watched humanity for centuries. I saw civilizations rise and fall. I thought I understood, but–”

“You were watching from the cheap seats, sweetheart,” Dean interrupted. “Big difference between seeing a game and being in it.” He stepped closer and carefully took the beer from you, scowling when he felt how warm it was. “Look, I get it. The world’s a mess, and people are worse. And when you’re in the thick of it, it can feel like there’s nothing good left.”

You sank back into the pillows on the bed, his words sinking into you like lead. The weight of humanity dragged at your bones in a way your vessel never did when you had your grace.

“I just wanted to understand,” you whispered. “I thought that... whatever Castiel must’ve felt had to be wonderful if it was enough for him to sacrifice everything.” Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you’re looking for some big revelation. Some perfect moment that makes everything worth it. But that’s not what being human is about,” he said gently.

“Then what’s it like?” You hated how small your voice sounded. How human it made you feel.

“It’s... moments.” Sam paused, searching for the right words. ���Small ones. A good cup of coffee. A book that holds your attention while the hours go by. Laughing until your sides hurt.”

“Or pie,” Dean cut it, his lips quirking up in a half smile. “Definitely pie.” You stared at them like they had gone mad or perhaps grown a second head.

“That’s it?” you asked incredulously. “That’s what makes all this,” you gestured vaguely to the room around you, “worthwhile?”

“Didn’t say it would be easy,” Dean said, crossing his arms. “But yeah, those little moments? They matter. They’re what you fight for.”

“I’m not fighting for anything anymore.” The admission felt like defeat. Regret. Regret for falling. Regret for ever believing in silly little humans. Dean held his hand out for you.

“You’ve seen the worst of us. Let us show you the rest.”

You looked down at your own hands. Hands that used to hold the stars and now shook from sorrow and regret. For a brief moment, they seemed to twinkle in the dim light of the motel room. And after another second, you realized they weren’t twinkling. Tears had dripped down onto your palms and caught the light.

“Oh,” you whispered. “I’m... leaking again.”

“Crying,” Sam corrected softly. “It’s normal. Healthy, even.” You wiped the tears away with the heel of your palm.

“It feels terrible.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean gave a half-shrug, his hand still extended towards you. “Most of the important things in life do.” You stared hard at his outstretched fingers – calloused, scarred, human. The hand of someone who’s fought and bled and lost but kept going regardless. After a long moment, you took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

“So what happens now?” you asked, swaying slightly. 

“First, a shower.” Dean wrinkled his nose. “And some fresh clothes for you. Then food. Real food. Not whatever crap you’ve been living on.”

“I had pizza the other day.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need more than that, sweetheart. How about this? You shower, we’ll get you some clothes and some pie, then we can get you to someone who can help you adjust better than we can.”

“Who?” Your defenses immediately went up. The world had taught you caution these past few months. Every kindness came with a price tag you couldn’t afford.

“Cas,” Dean said simply. “He made you believe in us. Let us show you that we’re worth believing in.”

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Swear I couldn't sleep a wink last night - Choso Kamo

In the heart of Shibuya’s neon-drenched maze lived a tattoo artist named Choso.

By day, he etched skin with meticulous grace, crafting stories in ink for clients who trusted his steady hands. Quiet and reserved, he spoke little—but his eyes often wandered, distant and storm-stirred, as if haunted by memories too sharp to touch.

By night, he was simply a lonely boy, yearning for the touch of his angel. The angel he let go.

One afternoon, while outlining a dragon's serpentine form on a client’s forearm, his hand faltered. Just for a second—the needle quivered, the line veering minutely off course. To anyone else, it was imperceptible. But Suguru Geto noticed.

From the front desk, Suguru—lean, calculating, and sharp-eyed—had watched Choso for years. He recognized the slip immediately, and beneath the cold fluorescent lights, concern flickered across his features. He walked over, his voice low but firm beneath the hum of machines and lo-fi music.

“Choso, you look like hell,” Geto said. “Get some air. Come back when your hands stop shaking.”

Choso obeyed without protest. He stepped into the chaos of the city, where rain glossed the streets like lacquer and neon lights fractured into liquid jewels beneath his feet.

Shibuya buzzed around him, alive and endless, but all he could hear was the memory of you—a haunting lullaby echoing through the alleys, trailing behind like perfume and phantom wings.

He leaned against the shop’s exterior wall, watching the street art bloom across nearby buildings in brilliant defiance. But their color did nothing for him. The murals danced in the fading daylight, loud and bold, while he felt grey inside, like a canvas scrubbed raw.

He remembered the day you left. He relived it often, each time like tearing open a barely-healed wound.

The sun had begun its descent, brushing the skyline with bruised hues of violet and orange. You stood framed in the doorway of the parlor, silhouetted against the artificial glow of its neon sign. Your eyes shone—not from tears, but from restraint. Even your silence ached.

“I have to go,” you had said softly, each word dragging a knife through him. “It’s time. I can’t stay here anymore.”

Your wings, once ragged and broken when he first found you, had grown beautiful again—sleek, strong, radiant. They shimmered faintly under the sign’s flickering light, casting shifting rainbows across your skin like you were already halfway between worlds.

Choso didn’t speak at first. He couldn’t. He just looked at you, heart fraying stitch by stitch. And when he finally whispered, “I understand,” it was a lie.

He didn’t. He never would.

Now, beneath a smog-smudged sky with no stars in sight, Choso searched the heavens anyway. Maybe you were up there, just beyond the clouds—soaring between constellations, your wings catching the glow of moonlight and memory.

Or maybe you were further, far beyond even his imagination, locked in celestial battles, your eyes alight with the same fierce fire he'd once seen in your quietest moments.

He liked to believe you were looked down at him. That somehow, you still saw him.

You had always defied heaven's rules, worn your defiance like armor. You chose the mortal realm, over and over, despite the toll it took. He remembered every time you returned to him bloodied, your wings torn by unseen wars, and how he had stitched you back together with ink-stained hands and soft-spoken promises.

In those nights, when you trembled in his arms and sleep took you slowly, he dared to believe love could be enough. That maybe, just maybe, you could stay.

But you were never meant to. And now, all he had were dreams.

He dreamt of you nightly—your laugh tangled in wind, your silhouette winged against moonlight. Dreams where your fingers brushed his, and your smile banished every shadow. But always, he woke alone. The bed beside him remained untouched. The silence, unbroken. The ache, endless.

Love, he realized, wasn’t gentle. It was a storm—unrelenting, reshaping, violent. It left no part of him unchanged.

Some nights, he imagined a different fate. One where he could claw his way into the stars, challenge gods, bend the cosmos to bring you back. He saw himself not as a tattooist but as a myth, fighting legions of angels with nothing but his devotion. But fantasy crumbled with dawn, and he was left only human—his only power the ink in his hands and the weight in his chest.

Still, he breathed. Each inhale a battle, each exhale a surrender. You were free now—free from pain, from war, from the weight of choosing between heaven and earth. That was what he told himself.

And yet…

The city lights flickered against his skin as he pushed off the wall. Purple, blue, red—your colors. They danced across the pavement, shifting like memories too vibrant to fade. He watched them for a moment, then stepped back inside the parlor.

The warm buzz of machines welcomed him. Suguru nodded silently. His client said nothing. But Choso felt their gazes—curious, tentative, kind.

They didn’t ask.

He picked up the tattoo gun, its familiar hum settling into his bones. Every design he etched now was more than art. It was tribute. A sacred act.

His grief transformed into ink, into permanence. With each line, he honored what he’d lost. With each shadow and curve, he whispered your name to the stars.

He was still here. Still breathing. Still loving you in every mark he left behind.

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Heavenly taste~

Vampire! Black sapphire x angel! Fem! Reader

Overplot: you have a pair of visitors come and visit you during a party, you decide to let them in and let them take shelter from the storm, not knowing of the older one’s intentions with you.

Warnings?: blood, duh, this is vampires we’re talking about! And maybe a WEE lil’ bit of suggestive content, but nothing severe. Please proceed with caution if you wish to read it. Hope you enjoy! ^v^ (if you don’t like it, then don’t read it please! TvT)

Also, this fic probably is OOC for black sapphire. Please note this is just an indulgence fic, and not meant to represent his character. If you want a more canon-themed version, please check out “yearning”!

GRAPHICS BYYYY: @wwwshirzxoo and @dollywons! Go check them out, they make tons of cool stuff! >v<

Thunder whispers amongst your home as glasses clinked amongst each other. Your home is full of life and warmth for the first time in a long time. Children in the garden playing tag, stories of victories sung throughout the room, elegant lyres and violins echo throughout the ballroom. Then there’s you, the angelic hostess who started it all. To be frank, you didn’t expect so many people to show up, but you are grateful regardless.

As you are chatting with guests, you hear a knock on the door. In a brief moment, you hurry across the hall to open the door, a young man with a trenchcoat over his shoulders and a kind of microphone in hand, soaking from the rain coming ahead, and a little lady with tears in her eyes as she looks down at her dress, most likely crying over the fact her dress is ruined. They both seemed to be exhausted from adventuring the woods ahead, and the injuries, while minor scratches and bruises, still made you gasp a little bit.

“Oh you poor dears, come in, come in! Let me get you dried and get a medical kit!”

You let them in as your face formed concern when thunder strikes in the distance. before the young man can thank you, you rush towards your in-home healing bay and grab the medical kits, then you grabs some soft towels and some warm clothes for the two, including menstrual products for the little lady. You rush back downstairs as the young man takes off his trenchcoat and sets it on the coat rack, revealing his once dazzling suit. The young lady’s dress was definitely hand-made by an expert designer, probably the same one you use for your clothing if you have to guess. You handed them each a towel, soft clothes,

“Ah, thank you Miss. you’re the first one to let us in all night, I am greatly indebted to you for letting me and my little sister into your warm home.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all dear! Those wounds will get infected if you’re not careful! I wouldn’t want you or your little sister dying of sepsis now! Follow me, the med bay is right over here!”

They follow you diligently, the young man staring at the soft wings on your back, fluttering softly as you lead them to the healing bay. So it’s true that angels existed on earthbread.. he looks up at you, realizing he didn’t get that good of a look at you when you opened the door. He begins to wonder what you looked like in front of him.. maybe you’d have sharp blue eyes like a cat, or maybe the soft eyes he’s always seen in paintings from the creme republic.

You open the door to the med bay, letting them enter in and begin to get themselves cleaned up.

“Are you in need of any assistance?”

“No, we got it, thank you though!”

You smile at the young lady as she does a cute little curtsy in her soaked dress. You do a curtsy in your soft pink ballgown and make your way back to the ballroom. The young lady squeals a little bit as she rushes to the showers to clean herself and get changed into her pretty red and white dress. The young man walks to the medical table to treat his wounds.

You walk back to the ballroom to check on the guests. Everyone appears to be happy and chattering away as you enter the room again, a smile of content forms on your face as you wander around the room. Eventually, you catch the eye of one of the nobles that was invited, and he began to strike up a conversation with you.

“My my, such a wonderful presence in this wonderful manor tonight! Tell me ma’am, did you fall from heaven just to see me?”

He winks at you as you awkwardly giggle and step back. He grabs your hand and gives it a kiss, making the crowd gasp in shock as you stand stiff from the bold, lustful gesture. His eyes are full of a lust that you see in men all too well. He wants you for himself, and not in a good way either.

“I must say, someone like you deserves some good company, should you not? Let me get the bartender hired to pour you a drink and we can begin the discussion of-“

Suddenly, a stick like object lands on the noble’s foot. He lets go of your hand and holds onto his foot with a yelp, jumping up and down as people begin to laugh at him. Next to him is the young man you let in from the storm. His little sister is behind him, giggling alongside the other children who came inside before the storm hit.

“Tch, some men have no decency. Trying to flirt with an angel with such lust in mind is truly shameful, is it not miss-“

He turns to you, his eyes widening slightly as he could feel the breath leave his body. You were absolutely gorgeous to him. Gentle smile, a soft halo, and eyes that could make a man melt. The pair of wings on his lower back were flapping slightly as he stares at you. Not in lust, but in pure awe. You giggle at his sudden attitude change and you wave your hand in front of him to try and snap out of his daze. It’s always so endearing when men get this awestruck daze from you, it’s even cute in some cases as some stammered out how gorgeous you are to them. He is no different, but it’s cute watching them kind of melt in front of you.

“Hello there, are you alright?”

He carefully takes your hand and holds it for a moment, feeling the warmth on his cold, dead hand. The warmth makes his body shiver slightly as his little sister stares at him in shock, then walks up to you.

“Sorry about my older brother, he usually doesn’t act a fool like this around women! It appears that the weirdo has found himself lovestruck!”

He snaps out of it and glares at his little sister as she giggles before she runs off to the other kids.

“Candy apple I- ugh..”

He looks away, all flushed and embarrassed by the moment in front of him, then turning back to you as you let out a soft giggle yourself at the interaction.

“My apologies about my little sister, she can be a bit… rude sometimes.”

“Oh no dear, it’s fine! I’m used to men staring at me like that all the time! It’s not everyday you meet an angel in person, so I don’t mind them staring when they see me!”

He sighs as he continues to hold your hand carefully, as if it were made out of glass. Then he carefully brings it closer to his chest.

“I can see why they stare, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, mortal or otherwise… May I..?”

He raises your hand closer to his lips, you nod softly before he lays a gentle kiss on it, enjoying the warmth and sweet taste from that one kiss on your skin alone. Oh goodness, if you taste this sweet with just the skin, then he can only imagine how sweet your blood would be. You smile sweetly and giggle a little bit before he straightens himself up a little bit.

“Forgive me, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am black sapphire cookie, me and my little sister were off trying to reach the creme republic for a meeting when we got caught up in the storm. May I have the honor of knowing your name, Miss?”

“I am (name) cookie, the owner of this manor, as you can already tell. I’m glad you two stumbled upon my abode when you did, it appears the storm is only going to get worse overnight. You two are most welcome to stay until the storm lets up!”

You swear you can see him about to swoon before he sighs. You were perfect, a perfect meal that is. All he has to do is say the right things, and he’d be set. Yet, you’re just so precious and sweet, how could he want to just sink his teeth into you and give you the high of your life? He needs to savor these moments, as you two may not meet for a long time after this…

“So it is true, angels are genuinely sweet and hospitable towards all they meet. You truly are heaven sent aren’t you?”

He leans in for another kiss on your hand before the noble reproaches. His eyes having an angry glare as he stares at black sapphire cookie.

“What in the witches name was that for?!”

“Simple, you were making her uncomfortable, I put a stop to that by poking your foot with my mic. It’s not my fault you were acting lustful around one so virtuous and…lovely..”

He stares at you for a breif moment, he can feel his undead heart beating faster as he takes in your scared demeanor. Oh you poor thing, don’t worry, this man won’t be here for long.. The nobleman takes a step forward before black sapphire carefully guides you behind him.

“I suggest you be careful, for what you say next could be the thing that makes you fall apart like a barely-oiled machine.”

He stares at the ring on the nobleman’s finger, it’s on his heart ring finger. He can only assume that the nobleman is married off to someone, or just run out of ring slots. Either way, he can use this to his advantage.

“Give me one reason why you’re able to be so lovey dovey with the angel behind you. You shouldn’t even be here, vampiric leech!”

The crowd surrounding them erupt into a sea of gasps, you attempt to intervene, but black sapphire keeps a hand in front of him before eventually reaching back and carefully holding your hand, as if one wrong move would corrupt you.

“Leave this man to me, dear hostess. You should be enjoying this occasion just like the rest of us..”

He stares back at the noble, the ring still on his mind. So he stares at the ring. He smirks before approaching forward.

“That band, is it your wedding ring?”

“Tch, what an innapropriate thing to say, you shouldn’t-!”

Black sapphire puts his hand up as his mic floats in the air, bouncing up and down, just like your halo. His gaze darkens, a sinister smirk on his face as he sees his opportunity.

“One who is married or engaged should not attempt to court another without a partner’s approval, and since I don’t see any women around you staking claim, I can only assume you have a mistress at home, waiting for you.”

The room erupted into gasps once more as you tug on his sleeve. You worry that this may turn into a genuine fight, and you do not wish for either to be damaged before they leave.

“That’s enough now…”

Black sapphire gazes to you, his pupils, once slivers of lilac, now dilate when his gaze is brought to you. He looks as if he’s staring at a painting brought to life, but also as a 5-star dessert. He knows that if he messes up now, he won’t be able to get a taste of your blood, even if he begged you. So he simply pulls you behind him as the rumors begin to fly. Perfect, it’s all going to plan already!

Candy apple giggles as she watches her brother’s antics come into play as he escorts you to a different area of the manor. His eyes are glaring at the noble as he leads you away from the crowd and into a different room.

“I’m telling you, some men are just so weird. Why would you want someone else when you’re already happily married, especially when your face looks like a chopped salad?”

Her new friends agree as they chatter and laugh at the gentleman, who is now red from embarrassment. He scoffs before making his leave to the bar section.

Upstairs, you carefully fix up his suit as he stares at you with intention. It’s not inherently lustful, but it’s not entirely love either. Yet you make his heart beat as if he was still a mortal. You are a precious being, one who made cookiekind all the more beautiful.. you then smile and then walk a few steps back to the vase of roses you have in the room. Eternal and beautiful, just like you.

“Apologies about that miss (name) cookie, I didn’t expect him to get so hostile.. you’re not hurt are you?”

“I’m fine, just a little stunned about the event. I hope it didn’t ruin your stay, Black sapphire cookie..”

He sighs before stepping closer, grazing one of his hands against your cheek, so faint that you almost don’t feel his touch, except for a sharp cold sting at the end of it. You didn’t notice his cold touch through your gloved hands, but he noticed your overwhelming warmth. You shiver slightly from the touch, a smirk forming on black sapphire’s face.

“Would you believe him?”

He whispers softly. You look up at him confused before he puts his on your cheeks, cupping them ever so gently. You can’t help but blush against his cold hands.

“Believe what? That you’re a vampire or something similar..?”

He goes quiet for a moment before leaning in, his breath hitting your face as you stiffen up slightly, the storm slowly beginning to pick up as lightning crashes in the background, the sound of lightning scares you into jumping into his arms. As you hold onto him, his pupils dilate again, his face flushes a pale color as he could feel his fangs growing, ready to bite. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer as he takes in the smell of your perfume. The scent is soft, floral, and sweet. Some sort of twisted sweet combination of temptation to want to bite into you all the more desperate than before. He won’t be able to hold back for longer in this state, but at the same time he doesn’t want to let go. You don’t want to let go either. The scent of some kind of activated charcoal and rose fills your senses, making yourself relax more than you should. He raises your head with his hand under your chin, a smirk forming on his face.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was a vampire?”

You stay quiet for a moment, watching his face carefully. You see the teeth, devilish and sharp, his breath smelling of jam and something very sweet. You see his eyes. His Iris almost completely black, while his pupil is a sliver of lavender or lilac color. It dilates when you gaze into his eyes, as if he’s begging you to kiss him through just his eyes. Then his wings, a pair of bat or demon wings on his lower back, a sign that should’ve alerted you hours ago. Of course, you don’t know whether or not he’s hungry for jam, that’s the biggest issue at hand. Regardless, you cup your hands around his cheeks and lower his head as you get on your tip toes to kiss his forehead. One of appreciation, one of gratitude and comfort.

“I believe that all deserve to be in a warm home, to be able to sleep in a warm bed and eat warm food. It does not matter what you may be, all I know is that you needed aid, and if it’s the reason why I crumble tonight, then I’ll crumble knowing I did what I could.”

You could hear him swoon a little bit beneath you, his arms tightening his grip around you as his wings wrap around your waist, almost in a possessive manner, yet still gentle enough to let you move. He stands up fully, his pupils dilated still.

“And to think as someone such as you doesn’t have a ring on your hand yet. So sweet and beautiful, yet left alone, ready to be taken by creatures of the night to become corrupt like me…a true shame, honestly. I’m certain that you can protect yourself just fine… yet..”

He uses his hand on your chin to carefully guide your head upwards to meet his gaze.

“If I were given the chance, I’d protect you as much as I possibly could, to show you the whole world that is not corrupted by creatures of the night. Whatever you’d want to have, I’d pay the most to get the highest quality of the item possible. For your kindness deserves more than just praise, dear. You deserve all I can give you and more.. I just hope you know that..”

Your face burns red as you hear what he’s saying. Such high praises for the decency of humanity? How cruel has this world become in such a short 300 years? You sigh softly as you take into account of his words. They sound genuine, as if there’s something else he wants to say.

“Your praises are not needed, black sapphire cookie. I’m merely doing what I was asked when I became baked, to help all in need whenever I can..”

He sighs softly and carefully takes your hand and kisses it softly, a sense of lovesickness and obsession put into it. You shudder softly, the cold touch still being something you need to get used to.

“I hope that one day, I will be able to return to you. Once my mission is complete, I will return to you, and hopefully by then, I will be able to ask to court you properly. You deserve nothing but the best, and I am more than willing to give it to you.. until then, let us head down and enjoy the rest of the night, shall we?”

You smile softly with a blush on your face. In over 300 years, you never expected to be so desired so desperately by one who is almost the opposite of you. You take his hand and carefully walk him out of the room, him following closely as he could feel himself falling harder and harder. He knows he shouldn’t, but at this point he doesn’t care. All he wants now is to dance with you until the guests leave, and then finally sink his teeth into your sweet neck.

“You don’t have to be formal with the courting and all that. If you simply just wish to go on a date with me, I am open for it when you return!”

You explain with a smile, you can hear him swoon softly behind you before he catches up with you and you walk down the stairs together.

You two danced together throughout the night, waltzing to each song without stop. Gentle laughter fills the room as you two tell each other stories of your lives. You can’t help but feel like this is a moment in time you will remember forever, even if you never see him again, you will always remember this night.

Guests soon begin to slowly trail out as the storm passes over. You’re now in your room as you prepare for the night sleep you are in need of. Black sapphire took candy apple upstairs to set her down for sleep. She’s still a young vampire after all, the girl is going to sleep a lot. You remember when you were younger, you were always sleeping in your home when you didn’t have to work. Now you get to relax whenever you please, but your mission will not end, not now. Not until every cookie gets a home with a warm bed and enjoyable food.

You sigh softly as you finish brushing your hair. You set down on your bed as you wait for an update from black sapphire. A gentle knock occurs on your door, you gaze over to the opening door to see black sapphire, now out of the suit you’ve given him, and into a pair of night clothes he had in his luggage. A simple black long sleeve shirt and matching pants. Yet he still carries his mic, even in the night.

“I put her to bed, poor thing was exhausted from all the events… thank you for letting us stay the night here, I am truly in your debt.”

You smile softly as he steps in and sets on your bed, gazing at you with that same desire, albeit more mellow now. This is it, it’s all or nothing.. either he gets to taste your blood, or he’ll most likely starve.. but knowing you, you wouldn’t allow that to happen.

You crawl closer to him, sitting next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder. His wing wraps around you as he puts his head on yours, taking in the moment.

“No, I must thank you. You saved me from a nobleman who was planning on cheating on his mistress, or worse.. I’m still trying to find a way to repay you properly..”

He leans in closer, setting a hand over the other side of you. His gaze is hungry, yet gentle. Treating you as if you were a porcelain doll.

“I have an idea, if you wish to allow it…”

You nod softly before he leans in closer, his breath hitting your lips as you stiffen up slightly from how close he is.

“May I.. may I have the honor to taste your blood? It sounds surreal, but I’ve been desperately waiting for a taste of such exquisiteness. I heard that angel’s blood is an exquisite source of sweetness and decadence, even reverting some turned vampires to mortals again.. I wish to see for myself if those rumors are true.. if you will let me…”

You are surprised that he’s asking for consent on such a matter. You heard vampires rarely ask for consent when it comes to feeding, but you can only assume that since you’re a creature of divinity, it’s best to ask, much less you fall from grace. You smile softly and nod before kissing his cheek.

“I’ll allow it, you protected me and are asking for my approval, most wouldn’t ask me to taste my blood, but since you are being so endearing, I am more than happy to let you try..!”

He gasps softly as his eyes light up with awe and shock, staring at you as if you’re one of the witches. You carefully slip down the straps of your nightgown and it slips down your chest and you stop it with your hands, flushing red at what you are doing. Most men would be salivating at the fact you were doing this, but him? He’s just in awe at how selfless and compassionate you are. He’s met many cookies all around earthbread, but yet here you are, willing to slip down your nightgown to let him feed on you. He carefully leans into your neck, leaving small kisses on your neck as he whispers thank yous and sweet praises, getting you to relax so that way the bite isn’t as painful. He then stops and looks up to you once more.

“Are you ready..? You don’t-“

You lean in and give him a gentle kiss, promptly shutting him up before you let go of the kiss, leaving him stunned as his eyes are wide from the sweet taste that graced his lips just then. He stares at you in shock, his wings fluttering behind him as you nod softly and move your hair away. You hear him swoon once again before he gets on top of you, carefully embracing you before he sinks his teeth into your neck. You wince slightly as his teeth sinks deeper, beginning to draw blood.

A moan leaves his throat as he begins to taste your blood. He’s been wanting this for so long, and he’s getting exactly what he wants, and he is not disappointed. Each sip was a flavor of utter sweetness and decadence, lapping up every drop that leaves the bite wound. He was in utter heaven, and the moans leaving his throat definitely solidified that.

A little bit of noise leaves you as well as his noise echoes in your throat. You wrap your arms around him as his wings surround your waist, your wings fluttering softly as you feel him muffle praise you, his fangs still stuck in your neck.

“You’re so sweet.”

“You feel like heaven.”

“Thank you.. thank you…!”

Eventually he takes his fangs out and kisses the wound on your neck, causing you to wince at the pain. He takes his shirt off and places it over the bite wound, hoping the wound wouldn’t make you bleed out.

“You… you are everything I dreamed of and more.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle for anything, nor anyone else.. thank you, dear angel…”

He leans in and gives you a kiss in return, one of gratitude and love. You smile softly in the kiss as you let him hold you still, his wings surrounding your waist. You were exhausted from this ordeal, so much that you passed out in his arms not long after the adrenaline began to settle.

The next morning, candy apple and black sapphire were ready to head off to the creme republic, ready to spread rumors and lies, and maybe get some extra blood too. Yet, black sapphire seems to be hesitant. You were willing to be so vulnerable to him the night before, to show him what heaven could truly feel like. Now he has to leave you behind.

You smile softly as you hand candy apple some feminine care products and she puts them in her new bag that you given her. You stand up slowly before you feel his arms surrounding you. You put a hand on his arm as he leans into your neck. you could feel the guilt seeping off him as he holds you tighter.

“I’m so sorry to leave you so soon…I should’ve asked at a later date…”

He whispers before you kiss his forehead, making him perk up in surprise as his wings flutter softly. You giggle softly as you see his reaction. He chuckles softly as candy apple skips out of your manor with a smile on her face.

“C’mon black sapphire cookie, you hopeless romantic, we got deceit to spread!!”

He rolls his eyes and smiles at his little sister before he gets up and walks to the door, but not without kissing your hand once more. His eyes having the spark of life in them for the first time in many years, centuries even.

“Wait for my return dear, I’ll be back before you know it.”

You smile softly and pin a white rose to his jacket, pure, eternal, and gentle, just like your newfound love for him.

“I know you will, be safe on the way to the creme republic…”

And with that, they begin their travels to the creme republic. You watch them from your porch, your wings fluttering softly as you sip on some tea, extra sweet this time around.

Black sapphire glances back to your manor once more, soft, warm, and welcoming, with a large garden in the front. White roses follow the path for quite some time, letting them settle in your angelic embrace as they set off on their adventure.

You turn around and slowly begin to make your way inside, not knowing of a single black feather falling from your pristine white wings….

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AYY it’s done! I hope y’all enjoy this! Because it’s probably one of the few suggestive works I’ll make. Then again, we’ll just have to wait and see!

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Tattoo artist!rafe x angel!reader who lets rafe do her secret tats, the ones that her parents have no clue about.

warnings: secret tattoos, suggestive so MDNI, he does end up touching and looking at your boobs LMFAO, nd this is for my girls with spaced out titties (me) ✊🏽

♫ dirty little secret, the all-american rejects

“Shit, is that who I think it is?” His voice causes you to look up, smiling at him with a little wave, standing up from the leather couch you were sat on, pocketing your phone and walking towards him.

“My favorite client.” He complimented, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you with a grin on his face.

“Aww… you’re too sweet.”

“How are you? It’s been a little. Last I saw you was church.” He said with a chuckle, you shrugging.

“Same old. How about you?”

“It’s been… going. You know, can’t complain. But I was really glad when I saw you dm me.” He spoke, motioning for you to follow him back when he began to walk. He led you into a room, shutting the door behind him. You sat down, nerves shooting as he turned back to you.

“So, I got the reference all drawn out.” He spoke while grabbing the stencil, showing it to you. “What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! As always.”

He smiled, flattered. He began putting his gloves on, your heart thumping against your chest as you sat down. You were nervous for two reasons, one being that tattoos always made you nervous, rightfully so. Reason two, well, that was because Rafe, one of your best friends who you had a fat crush on, was about to see you completely topless. It’s not like he hasn’t before, last appointment being a pair of little angel wings on your back, leaving you in your bra.

But now, he was literally going to see you without a bra. Maybe you should have picked another artist.

But it was too late to turn back now, you realized after he turned back, cleaning supplies for your skin in hand, along with the stencil.

“Uhm- can you take off your shirt and bra f’me?” He nodded at you, your cheeks warming up at the words. “Here, I’ll-“ he murmured, turning around to give you some sort of privacy, his back facing you. You tugged off both garments of clothing, and swallowed the lump that formed in your throat when he turned to look back at you. You sat back down on the chair.

“You all good?” He asked you, trying his best to look at your face rather than your tits as he walked closer to the chair. He grabbed the cleaning supplies, cleaning near and on the area where you wanted it before drying your skin off.

“Mhm.” You nodded, watching as his eyes traveled down your body, a spark in his eyes, he moved his hands slowly, beginning to line the little bow stencil up. His hands grazed the skin of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch. You held them in your hands, shielding them from his eyes.

“Okay… you said right here, correct?” He spoke, glancing into your eyes as he placed the stencil where the valley of where your boobs were, trying his best to remain professional despite everything. God, he hoped you couldn’t see the way his cock started to stir in his pants.

You nodded at him, him poking his tongue out of his mouth as he put it against your skin, smoothing it against your body before peeling it back, the ink now on your skin.

He sighed out in relief, it was perfectly placed and he hadn’t given away that he was rock hard.

“You want a water?” He asked you, you nodding at him. “Alright. I’ll be back.” He spoke, you finally taking a breath when he walked out of the room.

Not only was it an almost seemingly very long appointment, he made it worse every time you felt his hands brush up on your body.

You tried your best to have casual conversation, but god, was he making it hard.

“Hey, did you ever tell your parents about this?” He asked you randomly, you looking at him with a furrowed eyebrow. “Just out of curiosity. I know how they are.”

“Definitely not. They would kill me. They already think that anyone else with tattoos is ‘sent by the devil.’”

He chuckled, “heard that one before.”

You found yourself staring at his pillowy lips when he spoke, or his hands when he traced over the stencil carefully.

And once it was done, he gave you a fucking discount.

“Wait, whys it cheaper?” You asked him, looking at him with confusion on your face.

“I told you, you’re my favorite client. Plus, I can’t say I disliked the view I got during it.” He was getting bolder, a smirk making its way onto his face.

Cheeky motherfucker.

You tilted your head to the side with a little pout on your lips. “Are you sure? I feel bad.”

“I’m sure, princess.” He chuckled. “Just come back, yeah? Needa see you more.”

“Well, actually… if you want, I’m having this party next weekend… you know,” you shrugged, casually leaning over the counter. “My parents are out of town for a while.” You told him, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he raised his eyebrows at the invitation.

“Yeah?” He hummed out.

“Mhm.” You nodded, “you should come!”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

You smiled at him, leaning further over the counter to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Rafey!” You told him when you turned around to leave, waving bye to him.

“Anytime, angel!”

[invincibledc]

۶ৎ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

Being an angel, a fallen that was supposed to be a guardian angel and watching over your destined one. You failed, having god mercilessly kick you out of heaven with a big boom.

It’s been years, years since you’ve fallen from heaven to earth. You would’ve thought you would cry and be so depressed and die. But no, here you eating a burger as your human companion, mark grayson watches the glory of you chowing down.

“I don’t get it.. how can you.. still use your 'heavenly' powers on earth when you were born an angel?”

“Correction, created as an angel. And honestly, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m practically a healer and support like those games you humans play?” You said as you pointed your greasy finger at him.

Mark handed you a napkin, you grabbed it and wipe your hands off. “Thanks.” Mark just nodded. You’ve been recruited into the Guardians, not much being helpful other than support for healing. You were just a chill angel that has no purpose but being there.

You would’ve thought mark would possibly forget about your existence, but mark can’t forget about you. The way your wings, your beautiful ombré wings of white to grey flutter when flying beside him.

You’re elegant, your stoic face, your moody demeanor. He wants.. to oddly break you. He tries to hide those dark freaky thoughts, he’s supposed to be your ally, your friend, your companion.

When meeting Oliver and Debbie, Debbie and you got along quite well with your neutral demeanor and antics. You even cleaned the house with her. Oliver liked your wings, so much he drew them. Mark tried to warn you about his half brother, but you didn’t care. Oliver was just another kid on a planet trying to adapt to it. Hell, you’re still trying to.

Each time your wings flutter, Mark has one thought in mind. Ripping your wings off. It’s cruel, yes. But if it’s to keep you with him. Then it’s worth it.

He just hope angel powers don’t work on yourself.

[daylighted]

dean winchester x angel!reader — kissing lessons.

or, the defenses are down, the blockades shattered, and you dont know how to kiss. or, let dean help you.

cw, 18+, MDNI! dean talks you through it for real this time. backseat sex LOL. fluffy smut? lowkey subby dean hehehe. no protection yell @ them not me.

word count: 5.6k

notes, dean gets to be his full freak self here hehehe. everyone say ur welcome since i've been being HOUNDED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIMEMEEEEMEEEE TO POST THIS. unfortunately for all of u this is the planned conclusion to their tale </3 don't crucify me. u legally can't since i'm giving u this.

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things were... a little awkward, after you saved dean's life with a kiss. like passion drove you over the edge, a desperate need to save him and to do it any way possible, that was the only time that you managed to kiss him right.

and he didn't — well, he kind of judged you for it. just little laughs, when you'd lean in to try and kiss him and end up flushing and sinking backwards. it was cute. sure, it did mean he wasn't getting any action anytime soon, and every bedtime kiss you promised him ended up becoming a bedtime smack for him laughing at your struggle, but hey, you guys just had a different dynamic.

he still thought you were the prettiest thing to ever grace earth. just because you didn't know how to kiss properly didn't mean he was going to suddenly stop being interested. it just opened doors to getting to teach you.

sam stayed back at the motel while dean volunteered to go on a drink run. it was one of those nights; a roundabout case that the both of them knew was going to keep them up looking for the slightest detail in the research that could alter their investigation for the better. sam needed a beer, dean wanted a beer, and you wanted whiskey.

literally. girl of his dreams, he'd thought. still thinks.

plus, you love car rides. dean had not let you back behind the wheel since the last time, and you didn't seem to want to try again either, more than content to sit and look pretty in the seat next to him.

the nearest liquor tour in whatever small town you guys were camping out in for the night was a good few miles away, and so he got to play all of his cards in one fell swoop. hand on your thigh, fingers trailing up the seams of your jeans, tracing with his nail on the inside of your palm.

you were squirming. he loved when you squirmed.

his fingers are just at the inside of your thigh, long enough to have gently walked their way over like they owned the place ( he did, you didn't know it yet ) and rest easily. that is the moment you speak up, those narrowed eyes locked on his in a glare.

"stop that."

dean's eyebrows flick up. he spares a single glance toward you, the picture of innocence written into the marrow of his sinful bones. "stop what?"

"you're touching me."

he hums to himself for a moment, eyes turned toward the stoplight he'd rolled up to. "could be touching you more."

"no."

dean huffs out a laugh. "are you scared of my hands, dove?" even as he says it, his hand moves again, to the safety of your thigh. "you know they'd never hurt you."

your eyes roll furiously. you grab his wrist and practically throw his hand onto the gearstick. "your hands are not sentient beings and cannot make that choice for you."

dean's gotten really receptive to you, over these past few weeks. what your expressions meant in the rare times that you didn't voice your confusion, what your body language said, and so now he's confident that he knows what you're feeling right now. your hands are clenched tightly in your lap, purposely not touching him, fisted so tightly that they shake a little. your eyes are facing forward without budging, even though he knows that his gaze is burning into the side of your face.

the stoplight illuminates your face in a green glow. "it's a green light," you say without turning to look at him, and that pretty much confirms it for dean. you're afraid. afraid, embarrassed, and not wanting to tell him any of it. "so go."

dean's jaw clenches as he restrains a frown behind the cage of his teeth. the absolute last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you had to hide away from him, keeping every one of those thoughts locked away in your inexperienced, curious head.

the car rolls into drive again, passing the parking lot for the liquor store. he sees it out of the corner of his eye; the way your head cocks to the side, your lip between your teeth while you try to figure out what he was doing. you could ask. he wanted you to ask. whatever was eating at you was keeping all of his pretty girl's first thoughts from him.

he pulls off on the side of the road and cuts the engine, leaving the both of you in darkness except for the moonlight pouring in through the windshield.

dean nods toward the backseat. "hop on back there, sweet girl," he says with a sigh, unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding out of the driver's seat. you don't move. he props himself in the doorway with an unmoved expression. "c'mon. it's late. don't wanna have to tell you twice."

the way your face twists up in annoyance is exactly what he wanted to see. good. anything but that weariness that had marred your features. he slips into the backseat, shuts the door behind him, before your door opens.

seconds later, you're dropping into the seat next to dean. he turns on the leather to face you better, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face. "you know you can talk to me, right? i act like an ass all the time, i know, but you don't have to lock yourself away."

your face goes pink at his words. that angry twitch of your nose makes an appearance, and it's all dean can do not to break into a wider grin. knowing that something so delicate could also be so wicked was an enticing thought all in itself.

"it's embarrassing."

"so what?" his lips twist as his shoulders raise in a shrug. "who's gonna judge you? me? be serious, dove."

your nose twitches again, mouth in a tight scowl. "you would definitely judge me."

"that's how i know you're feelin' all insecure up there," dean says, tapping your temple with his finger, "because you know that's not true. i know that's not true."

you growl, actually growl, and dean wants nothing more than to grab you by the hand and tug your mouth onto his. even if you don't kiss him back, he wants to kiss you. your furious frustration was a common occurrence around him, but that didn't mean it got any less attractive.

"when you touch me," you grit out through your clenched teeth, your hands fisted in your lap like you might hit him. hell, he'd have taken the punch right then, if it kept you talking. "i feel things."

dean blinks twice in quick succession. "and?" you do hit him square in the shoulder. your hands carry much more of a punch than he could have predicted. he lets out a little oof, his lips pursing with his lack of amusement. "it's a serious question!"

"i can't say." you look adamant, your frustration so pretty on your features, and dean's a bit dazed. "it's embarrassing," you repeat, and dean gets it. or, he thinks he does.

one corner of his mouth quirks again, his cheek dimpling. the hand on your face falls to your thighs again, fingers lightly dancing on the inner seam of your jeans. "here?"

your hand raises to punch him again, and he knows he's right; catches it just in time before you can bruise that spot on his shoulder. "well, i can't leave you feelin' all hot and bothered, can i?"

"i am not hot," you scoff out almost in disgust at the suggestion, and dean does laugh, then. you were so hot it was ridiculous, but alright. "but i am very bothered."

"lucky for you," dean murmurs, his hand releasing your wrist and moving to your jaw, turning your head to look at him again, "i am very good at handlin' bothered girls." he leans in, brushes his lips against yours. "angels, i should say."

dean can feel you retreating already at the slight touch of his lips, but now he knows that it's not because you don't want to kiss him, or don't want what he's offering. you're afraid of it like the feelings will bite you, nervous to feel the full extent of it. his fingers hold your jaw more firmly.

"now, i'm not gonna ask," he says, driven further by the soft sound of your breath catching, "since you're feeling a little trigger happy right now... but i think it's time my little dove has herself some kissing lessons."

to his surprise, you don't hit him again. you just stare into his eyes with such earnest honesty that it's his turn to lose his breath. you trusted him so much. he wanted to show you just how much it meant to him; let you watch as he cradled your heart in his hands.

the distance closes in a second between your mouths, the brush of his slow and languid against yours, judging your reactions. your kiss is hesitant, and then suddenly you're pressing further into him, the force of it almost bruising when you don't move your lips. he pulls back enough to look into your eyes.

dean's finger comes up to pinch your lips closed, smiling softly as he does. "don't have to try n' bite my face off, honey, i promise," he chides without any malice in his words, taking advantage of the gentle grasp he had on your lips to lean in again. he kisses you slowly again, deliberate in the way his mouth moves, so you could figure it out.

your fingers uncurl in your lap and move to his shirt, twisting the soft cotton lightly. that's when he releases your lips, his hand shifting to cup your cheek in his palm. dean's thumb traces reassuringly on your cheekbone.

when your mouth opens this time, it's less like you're trying to sink your teeth into him and more like an invitation. dean knew you were a quick learner; had from the moment he'd let you behind baby's wheel. seeing it action like this, with your hands in his shirt and your tongue swiping across his, was on another level.

his free hand reaches for your hands one at a time, his touch on your wrist light as he lifts your fingers to his hair. he has to force his mouth away from yours, has to pull away from the taste of your tongue. "i know how much you wanna yank my hair out," dean teases, letting go of your hand to let you take over, "so go ahead n' pull, baby."

you look between his eyes again with that same open look, and he's sure he's melting right there into the leather backseat. "really?"

dean laughs. "yeah, really." he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "matter of fact, touch anywhere you want, baby. this is all for you. so y'can get outta that head of yours."

something flashes in your eyes at that. he doesn't know what it was - the offer or the idea - that caught your attention, but he's intrigued, too. one of your hand drops from his hair to his shirt again, this time at the waist of it.

he's a little dazed, admittedly, as you untuck it from being bunched up in the waist of his jeans. it's intense to have your eyes on him while you pull his shirt up until it catches on his extended arms.

"took the first chance y'could to get me naked, huh?" dean asks, even as his voice comes out more strained than it'd been before, his jeans suddenly feeling just as tight.

you use your elbow to nudge his arms up, and he raises his hands in defense at your sudden act of authority before he lifts them. then, you've got his shirt off, tossing it behind your back. "shut up."

"there's my girl," he murmurs, hooking his finger in your belt loop and tugging you closer. maybe he was moving too fast. maybe he knew you'd adapt quickly.

and you do. he never doubted you for a second. your hand rests on his cheek, guiding him back into a kiss, more confidently than any of your kisses had been so far. your fingers tangle in his hair, and dean has to physically bite back on the groan in his throat.

he takes advantage of his hold on your jeans to start unfastening them. you're so good for him, a perfect match, because you don't even know what you're doing but your hips are lifting so he can start pulling them down.

dean breaks the kiss with a pop of your mouths, and the growl you let out goes straight to the hardening cock trapped in his jeans. he doesn't want to move so fast, but you've always been a little cruel like this, tempting him in ways that he should have been stronger to resist. there was no resistance now.

he hooks his arm under your legs to turn you in the seat, draping them across his lap. he unties your boots for you, pulling them off and setting them on the floor of the backseat. then, he's grabbing the bunched denim on your thighs and tugging until they're off. dean has more care with your clothes than you did with his. he'd always treat everything about you as gently as glass, setting them on the middle console between the front seats.

you look at him for a second, like you're trying to gauge the situation you've both found yourselves in. pulled over on the side of the road like teenagers that couldn't wait, stripping each other naked in the backseat. it'd be laughable if you didn't look so vulnerable. for the second time that night, dean realized how big the trust you had in him was, and he didn't want to do a thing to mess it up.

"lemme get this off of you, yeah?" he asks, his hands moving to the bottom of your shirt. he meets your gaze for confirmation; gets a single nod. "it means a lot, y'know," he continues on, trying to keep you out of the black hole that was your worries, as he pulls your shirt up and over your head, "that you're trusting me with this. all of it."

"don't start," you whine, your hands moving to your eyes, covering your face. dean grabs your wrists and pulls them apart, moving your arms out of the way so he could properly see you. "hey!"

dean's lips pull into a small smile. "hi."

"this is a lot," you say, and his smile softens considerably, "i don't know what to do now."

dean lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "whatever you wanna do. this is all you, baby, i'm just here to provide." he rests his large palm on your kneecap, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin. "we can stop. you can kiss me again, or punch me again, if that's what you want. we can get dressed again, get what we actually came for..."

"no." you blink a few times before you shake your head. "i don't want to stop, i..."

dean's not a patient man. he's used to time limits and counting his days. but in this backseat with you, he's certain time has stopped just for the both of you. he feels the world at his disposal, like every bit of time existed like pieces of sand in his palms.

when you realize he is, for once, not going to interrupt you, and not try and put thoughts in place of your feelings, you huff. "i do not know what to do from here."

dean grabs for one of your discarded hands, holding your fingers in his lap. "do you want us to be on equal ground?" he asks, nodding down at himself. you were in nothing but undergarments; he still had his jeans on. "and then we can figure it out from there?"

your smile is beautiful in its hesitance. "okay."

"okay like you want my pants off, or okay like you'd just feel better if we were both freezin' our asses off back here?" dean teases, even as he shifts a little in the cramped space to start taking off his jeans.

your huff is practically a wordless grumble in itself. "why do you want me to spell things out?"

"i want you comfortable, dove," he says, the waistband of his jeans paused at his thighs, "there's no pressure here at all. if there's pressure, then it's not fun anymore."

you think on it for a second. dean watches your expression shift with your feelings and acceptance. "you may continue."

"oh, mama's bossy now, is she?"

you grab a handful of the leg of his jeans and yank. "shut up."

"yes, ma'am."

you wad up his discarded jeans and toss them at him in a ball of denim. "shut up."

"you're so pretty when you're mad, honey," dean mumbles, using his grip on your hand to tug you forward. you stumble a little in the small space, falling into his lap. "come n' make me shut up."

your eyes are narrowed on him as you shift to make yourself comfortable. your leg tosses over his thighs, settling into his lap. his breath hitches in his throat at the feel of your heat through both of the thin undergarments on you, and from the look in your eyes, the evidence of his own arousal has made itself prominent against you, too.

you look like you might say something. you don't. your hands grab him by his face and drag him in for another kiss. he actually chokes on a noise in his throat at the suddenness, and he thinks he might love you. knows he does, but has never felt the intensity of it quite like this before.

dean's mouth opens to let you in, craving the taste of you again. your tongue meets his instantly, lapping against each other's in a languid slow dance. he's content like this. he could stop here, and go back to the motel with or without the alcohol and use this memory here of your tongue in his mouth while you sat all pretty in his lap to get himself off, and be perfectly fine.

but if there was one thing that you were full of, it was surprises. his little whiskey drinking, praise adoring, bossy angel. your fingers fall between the both of your bodies and rest on his hard on through his boxers, and dean looses a shuddering breath.

you pull away from his mouth with his saliva on your lips. dean's head falls back onto the headrest of the backseat with a groan. "you told me i could touch," you say, your innocent voice so out of place with your devilish hands.

"i did," dean says, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone. "didn't expect you to go for the gold immediately, though."

your answering smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen. the moon sits high in the sky outside of the window, glowing and whitecast down onto you.

a halo of your own making.

dean thinks he's going to die.

you raise your hips off of him for the time being, your light touch teasing and electric at once. dean grasps that hand and lifts it to his mouth, kissing each of your fingertips. "here," he says quietly, his other hand going to your waist. he traces over your ribcage lightly before he closes his fingers over your side.

he pulls you closer, lets you grind against the swell in his boxers. he groans, your breath hitches with a little whine, and he's sure, then, that he'll die like this.

"you like that?" dean asks you, dipping his head to get a better look at your eyes. you look dazed, a little drunk, and dean wants to see those pretty eyes glimmer and glisten.

he lifts you up again by your thigh, just enough to slide his boxers off of him as gently as he can. the space is cramped, and it's finally starting to feel like it.

dean's done this plenty of times, but there's something about your gaze that makes him feel more vulnerable than he ever has before. he's naked underneath you; you, who has never done anything like this before, and he feels more exposed than you seem to.

it's like a game, now. when he does something, you do it, like you don't want to fall behind in this back and forth. your hips stay up, and it's more awkward for you to tug your panties off, but you manage it with a few lifts of your legs, and a kick that sends them, somehow, into the driver's seat.

you laugh. it's breathtaking.

dean helps you settle back on his thighs, and it's all he can do to not fall apart there. you're warm, you're wet enough that he feels it on his legs, and all he wants to do is make you feel even better than you do now.

"green light?" dean asks, lifting his eyes to look at you again, and not at all of the skin bared to him. he doesn't want to overwhelm you with how intense he must be staring at you, but you're mesmerizing. perfection in the form of a wingless angel sat on his lap.

you blink a couple of times before the realization settles in. "go?"

"i'm askin' you, dove," he says in answer, hand going to the back of your neck to pull you closer, to press a kiss to your forehead. "red light or green light?"

your face is so close to his, but dean can see the melted expression in your eyes. instead of answering, you press a kiss to his mouth again. he's glad you like it, now that you know how to do it. he could handle kissing you over and over, but your lips kissing him back is something he was already getting addicted to.

on his mouth, you whisper, "green light."

dean blinks, now. his teeth drag your bottom lip back lightly until it pops back into place. "yeah?"

at your nod, he sits up a little better, his arms snaking around your waist. once he's got a good grip on you, he moves the both of you so that he's sprawled beneath you in the backseat, fully extended. he doesn't fit, his legs bent a little as his back presses into the door, but it's fine. everything is fine when he has you. plus, his bent knees only draws you closer to him.

"i promise this is the last time i'm gonna do this to you," he says with a teasing lilt to his voice, lifting you off of his thighs again. "just say red light if it's too much, okay?"

"okay."

it's more gentle than he's ever been, the way he spreads your legs open a little more, the way he lines the aching length of his cock up with your waiting entrance. just the brush of the tip against the wetness of your folds could make him crumble.

dean pushes up enough to just barely rest inside of you, giving you the moment to adjust. your gasp is small, breathless. he stops instantly, his hand on your thigh loosening its grip. your face twists into a frown. "i didn't say red light," you grumble through the pout, and he's always been a sucker for that little pout, as much as he is for when you sink your teeth into the puffy lip.

his laugh is warm, free hand raising in surrender again. "sorry, baby, jus' lookin' out for you."

you start to sink down further on him yourself with nothing but his hand in guidance. your eyes are wide, your lips parted in a soundless 'o', but you don't tell him to stop, and he trusts you enough to know that you would, if you needed it. he couldn't helicopter monitor you just because he was afraid of breaking the pretty thing he'd grown so attached to.

it's a tight fit, being inside of you. he can feel every bit of your walls expanding to fit him, and he tries not to groan, tries to not get too ahead of himself, but goddamn. months of fantasizing about this, of denying himself those same fantasies out of fear of ruining the trust you were building between each other, comes nowhere near the reality of how it feels to have you in his arms.

your head drops to press against his, and dean's unable to resist the way he leans up to peck a kiss to your mouth. a quick one, light and easy, that you take as a sign to deepen. your teeth scrape his lip, your tongue explores the expanse of his mouth, and dean takes this distraction from the discomfort he knew you were feeling to push the rest of the way inside of you.

you whine on his lips, and he kisses away the little noises. "i know," dean mumbles on your mouth, "it's okay."

the red light is unspoken, but he's not about to push you, or overstep anyways. you trace shapes with your fingertips on his bare chest, worrying at your bottom lip with your teeth.

"green light," you say after a few moments, and a few more soft kisses from him in the crook of your shoulder.

dean nods, leaving a last lingering kiss on your collarbone before he shifts enough to properly start to move inside of you. the thrusts are shallow and gentle, letting you get a feel for it, letting you adjust to his size.

your forehead drops to rest on his shoulder, each little whimper twisting at his heart, even if the sounds of them were beginning to get louder and less strained.

"feelin' better?" he asks, all of the strain from your voice stolen and bottled up in his. the way that you squeeze around him has all of his rational thought fogging, and it takes a conscious effort to be gentle with you. this wasn't about dean; it was about you.

you nod once, your hair tickling at his chest. he's about to keep up the slow pace, to keep going as gently as possible, until you sit up a little straighter and start to meet each of his thrusts with a grind of your hips. dean's head knocks against the passenger window, his breath leaving his mouth in a shudder.

you must like it, too, because you let out a breathless laugh. you grab his hands and hold his fingers between yours, letting them fall to rest on his stomach. it's that game again; you doing something to keep up with what he's doing.

dean grins as he watches you, the tight expression on your face melding into something a little more wild and free. he's never seen you like this. he'd take a picture if he wasn't absolutely certain that you and him were gonna do this again.

again, he moves your hand to his mouth to kiss your knuckles this time, his groan reverberating through your fingers. you match him so easily, like you were made for whatever he gave to you. your increasing confidence makes him feel comfortable enough to speed up, his other arm braced on the back of the seats for stability as he rolls his hips deeper into you.

your head tips backwards with the first real moan he's ever heard out of you. your reckless abandon is utterly disarming. he sits up straighter, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you pressed against him as he buries himself inside of you.

your hands tremble as they lock onto his face, holding it to be nose to nose with him. you're panting on his mouth, and he can't stop staring at your lips, and he's so deep inside of you that he can feel the tip against your cervix, deep enough to make a rough groan slip out of his throat.

there was no need for kissing lessons. you would have figured it out on your own, dean's sure of it, with how you tilt his head back to suck his top lip between yours, tongue languid against his.

it's embarrassing how close he is to coming already. how couldn't he? he was enamored, transfixed, and getting this little taste of you was intoxicating. your fingers move from his cheeks to his jaw, clawing at his lip, tugging the bottom one down as you ride him.

he lets you. he'd let you do anything.

dean's thumb finds it's way between your legs, slipping between your slick folds to rub gentle circles into your clit. your thighs clench around his, grinding your hips down further onto his, against his hand.

his head tilts up to capture your mouth again, wanting to taste each moan that you let out, to swallow your pleasure and keep it to himself, where no one else can ever see it. each of those shuddering moans gets louder, more frantic, and he knows you're close.

"dean," you whisper into his mouth, and dean wants to hear his name said like this every time from you, now. breathless, desperate, and as needy as he felt.

he thumbs more deliberately at the swollen nub, pressing a final kiss to your mouth before he works little hot kisses down your jaw, your neck. "dean, i--"

"it's okay," his voice is as rough as gravel. "that's how it's supposed to feel." he knows your head like his own, knows from the frenzied breath into his shoulder that you're going to come, and that it must be a little much, trying to live through those feelings and try to figure them out. "it's supposed to, okay? jus' let go, i've got you."

dean would always have you. he loved you too much to let go.

that thought is what breaks his resolve. his thrusts become more sloppy, harder than he should probably be with you, but he loves you, and it's ruining him to not show it, or tell you. the car is thick with hot air, the windows are foggy, his skin is sticking to the leather seats, but he loves you.

you come apart on top of him with the moonlight still bathing you in a halo's glow. your hips still, your fingers claw at his face, scratching red marks into his stubble, and you cry out a moan against his lips.

he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. his hips stutter to a stop inside of you, a gasping groan punctuating his pants into the column of your throat, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum fills you. he'd worry about that later. or maybe he wouldn't. he didn't care about anything in the world besides how much he loves you.

dean doesn't realize he's whispering it out loud until he registers that pretty laugh of yours.

your hair is stuck to your forehead, your skin glassy with sweat in the pale moonlight, and the halo of the moon still hangs above your head. you're the most divine thing he's ever seen, the closest to divinity he's ever let himself be.

"you love me?" you ask, your eyes so sweet and so warm as they watch him.

dean leans up to kiss each corner of your mouth. "where'd you get that impression?"

he can never tell when you'll be matter-of-fact or when you'll play around. he forgets sometimes all of the things he's taught you, every bad idea you've got wedged in your mind because of his influence. dean winchester never wanted to corrupt you or your innocence, but he knew he'd always end up pulling you into the dark with him. you were stuck together, after all, now that he'd embedded himself to you for saving his life.

"i had a hunch." your head tilts up pridefully, chin jutted out. the act is cute while it lasts but falls apart instantly when you start to laugh again. dean's never heard you laugh so much since you'd met. how'd he get so lucky?

the car ride back to the motel is peaceful, the frigid air conditioning blasting to try and clear the fog from the windows and cool the sweat on your skin. the entire time, dean's hand is on your thigh, and the entire time, you don't move it. the moon follows his angel out the window the entire drive, like it knows, too, that you were as divine as beings could be.

sam calls two miles from the motel. "everything okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice. "it's been at least an hour. i didn't think you could get lost on a beer trip in this town."

beer. liquor store. alcohol run. it all comes back to dean now that his head is a little more clear.

"oh," is all dean can say for a few seconds, gaze flickering over to you in the passenger seat. you pick at the threads on his jacket he'd given to you, head downturned to unsuccessfully hide your laugh, "got sidetracked. we'll be back in twenty or so."

it was sam's turn to be silent. his following laugh is more like a scoff than anything else. "jesus christ, dean."

"blame dove," dean cackles into the speaker, eyes fond as he glances over at you again. he makes a (definitely illegal) u-turn at the same stoplight that acted as the tipping point for the night's event back in the direction of the liquor store. "she's the one who needed taught how to kiss."

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[legalmente-loca]

An Angel In His Eyes

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader

Summary: Dean sees you as pure and himself as dirty. But you crave him and you must show him that there is nothing wrong with him.

Word Count: 3,115

loca's notes: This idea came from this image.

Tags/ Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, lost of virginity

You are perfect in his eyes. A real angel who fills his insides with grace. Anyone who saw you would say you were normal, just another girl looking for her way. But he knew the truth. Created centuries ago, your name too strange not to be given nicknames, heavenly gaze…

You were an angel.

A divine angel, a soldier of God, a warrior of heavenly battles.

And you were perfect for him.

You could see it in his eyes. Maybe you are not used to people's feelings, but you know how to read them. They are very easy to read. And Dean longed for you, in a way that made you feel unique. Being an angel of God was already something unique, but somehow, Dean made you feel more special.

But he also saw something in you that he could not shake off. Your innocence. What innocence? You are a warrior, you had blood on your hands, you had seen your brothers die and you had sought revenge for them. You had observed humans, their pleasures, their ailments, their perfections and imperfections. And likewise, Dean was the human who shined out from all the others. A soldier for his own father, like you. But a man nonetheless who longed for forgiveness. There was too much guilt inside him and as you got to know him better, you could see that he was even drowning in it.

And, of course you, as an angel, wanted to save him.

But he didn't want to be saved, he didn't see himself as someone worth saving.

That’s why he ignored you most of the time. Whenever you tried to get close to him, Dean would pull away. He would even start arguments with you just to have an excuse to get out of the room.

You see, Dean was fighting the lust he felt towards you. How could he not feel lust towards a sweet angel like you? After all, you were perfect. People interested you to a point where you wanted to gain knowledge about how they thought just to feel empathy.

He didn’t want to ruin that. To ruin something so perfect with his dirtiness, because he was dirty. He really was compared to you.

That’s why, when you walked into the motel room, he grabbed his jacket and got ready to leave for a bar where he would meet another woman. But you stopped him with your melodious voice.

“Wait. I want to talk to you.”

He turned around to look at you.

“About what?”

“Why do you seem scared of me?” You asked with clear confusion, tilting your head.

He shook his head in amusement and took off his jacket again.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“And why do you run away every time you see me? You don’t even want to talk to me. You know, I was one of the angels who dragged you back from doom.”

“I know, Cas told me.”

“So where does this fear I feel radiating from you come from?” You walked over to him.

He sighed. The war that was in his head downstairs was now in his head upstairs. He wondered if it would be a good idea to tell you how he felt about you. But he also thought that you wouldn’t understand, that he would have to explain it to you. How do you explain something that even you didn’t fully understand?

“Look, sweetheart…” He ran a hand across his forehead. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m hundreds of years old, my knowledge goes beyond that of any human.”

“Not in this field.”

You looked at him curiously. You knew about history, both human and celestial. You knew about plants and the other gods. You had watched how the different creations of humanity were created. What could he be referring to?

He noticed that you wouldn’t give up, so he decided to give in and tell you.

“I feel… Things for you.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well… Things like…” He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. “Like lust.”

“Lust…”

You had known Lust, even fought they. You knew who they were and what they did, how they rented people out. Was that the whole big deal?

“That’s all?”

He frowned.

“All? Sweethearth, I just confessed something big to you.”

“Not really.” You shook your head. “You say you feel lust, that’s normal. You’re human, my vessel too. The attraction you feel towards this body is normal.”

“You don’t understand…”

He looked away towards the window. It was starting to rain, a strong wind had been present since the afternoon.

“I feel lust towards you, not just your body.” He returned his gaze to you. “I feel lust when I think about your gaze, not your eyes. When I think about the way you move, not your legs. When I think about the tone you use to speak…” His gaze ran from bottom to top until it reached your eyes. “I feel lust towards you, angel.”

You were speechless. This human didn’t feel things for your vessel, but for you… For you and only you.

You swallowed, the emotions were confusing inside you. And what do you feel for him? You wondered. And you remembered his laugh, his jokes, the way his green eyes looked in the light, and also in his darker form; when he hunted and killed without a second thought, without mercy.

You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“I have feelings for you too.” You murmured.

Dean gulped, clearly nervous. But no, this wasn’t something he could ruin.

He placed his hand on yours and gently pushed it away.

“I’m not good for you, angel.”

You tilted your head in confusion. A human no good for you? Well, yes, it was against all the rules. The fruit of your union would be cosmic chaos on its own. But you sensed he meant something else.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’m a killer. My job is to kill. I’ve seen more blood than I have in my body and you… You’re an angel. I could never corrupt you like that.”

You held his hand. So that was it. Self-hatred.

“I’ve seen wars made up of bloodthirsty men,” You said. “Destruction of all kinds and cruelty throughout the centuries. I’m not afraid of you and your darkness, Dean. Because I know it really isn’t as bad as you think.”

He sighed and brought your hand to his cheek.

“You’re something from another world… You’re an angel.” He whispered.

You took another step forward and your gaze dropped to his lips. You ran your thumb over them before bringing your own lips closer and kissing them softly. But Dean pulled away from the kiss, at least at first. After a few seconds of looking into your eyes, searching for some sign of regret that he couldn’t find, he kissed you again. He moved his hands up your arms, moving up to your cheeks, where he caressed your skin with his thumbs.

It was your first kiss. You had never kissed anyone in any form, so you weren’t quite sure what to do. Dean seemed to notice this, as he guided you with his lips slowly and gently, taking his time to savor the moment and your mouth. You slowly walked back until your legs touched the edge of your bed, causing you to sit up. Dean stared at you, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth and licked his finger without taking your gaze off of him. He groaned and closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to hold back. But you didn’t want him to hold back. You brought your hands to his belt and undid it before unzipping his jeans. But he stopped you, placing his other hand over yours.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly.

And you could only nod. Your angelic voice was lost in your throat. It was enough for him and he let you continue.

Dean let you pull his jeans down and you looked at the bulge between his legs, causing you to clench your legs together. He noticed this movement and smiled.

“You look so cute right now.” He looked down at himself and placed his thumbs inside his boxers, pulling them down until his cock sprang free.

You gave a small gasp at the sight. The red tip, glistening with precum, eager for you.

You reached up and touched him gently, running your slender fingers along his skin. He couldn’t stop the small moan that came from the back of his throat and he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t do that or it will be over sooner than we both want.”

You nodded and moved back on the bed until you were sitting on your knees. You held the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You looked at him waiting for a reaction, your bra in full view.

“You are beautiful.” He murmured, looking at you in awe.

You smiled and shook your head.

“This is not my real form, Dean.”

“Yes, it is.” He said without hesitation. “Because it’s as beautiful as you.”

You tilted your head, but you didn’t have time to think about it too much as he took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He brushed your hair out of your eyes and kissed you softly again. His hands traveled down your body until they reached your bra, which he unclasped.

Your breasts popped free and a shiver ran down your spine. No matter how many moments you had lived, the sensations of now were unique.

Dean pulled away from the kiss and looked at your chest, his lips parted as he whispered something you couldn't quite make out, but you suspected it was almost the same thing he said before.

His hand ran along the edge of one of your breasts and you bit your bottom lip, feeling more moisture between your legs. Dean gently pushed you down to lay down, which you did.

You rested your head on the pillows and looked up at him. The light made him look like a God. Different from the ones you knew, but a God somehow.

He parted your legs and positioned himself between them before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Your body needs to be worshipped.” He murmured as he placed another kiss on your nose. “And that’s just what I’m going to do.”

He trailed his kisses down to your neck, where he licked and nibbled, causing you to let out small gasps from your pretty mouth. He continued down until he reached one of your breasts. He watched you intently as he took your nipple into his mouth and played with it with his tongue. Your breathing changed, your chest rising and falling faster as Dean continued to worship you. He bit down softly and pulled away slightly, tugging at your nipple until he released it from between his teeth until he moved to the other, giving it equal attention until both breasts were wet with his saliva and red from his bites.

He continued his way down your body, scattering kisses across your skin until he reached your waist, where he paused to look at you.

He wanted to know if you were still on the same page as him and you nodded.

“Good girl.” That comment made your legs shake. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” He chuckled softly and pulled your pants down.

Your panties were seen by him and he licked his lips. He could already feel your sting on the tip of his tongue, even before he leaned down and ran his tongue along your core over your panties.

You let out a moan and buried your head into the pillow. Your desire finally being satisfied, even though it was just beginning.

He continued to lick until he noticed your panties getting wetter and wetter, leaving a wet spot. He bit the fabric and pulled it down, patting your hips to signal you to lift them up. He slid your panties down your legs slowly, teasing you, and tossed them to the floor above his jeans.

He didn't beat around the bush and buried his face between your legs, licking and nibbling slowly at first, then faster. He licked like he was thirsty, like your grace was leaking out from between your legs and he wanted to collect it all.

You moaned and held the sheets beneath you firmly as you felt his tongue running over your purest place.

Then he gently inserted a finger, watching your expressions intently. He slowly slid it in and out of you, your walls squeezing him and he couldn't help but imagine his cock instead of his finger. That drew a whimper from him and he rubbed his face against your thigh before giving it a small bite.

He licked your clit as he pushed another finger into you and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh God…”

The name of your creator fell from between your lips as you felt a wave of pleasure rush through you from head to toe, making you shiver and tense your body, closing your thighs around his head as your back arched and your eyes turned blue making you believe that maybe you had teleported to heaven once again.

Dean moaned against your core as he licked up the last of your nectar. He pulled away and licked his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall in gasps with complete lust. He crawled up your body until he was close to your face and kissed you with more fervor than before. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“You were a very good girl.” He murmured against your lips. “And now you must continue like this, understand?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He let out a growl.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Dean…” You whispered.

“That’s my girl.” He placed a kiss on your nose.

He moved his body until he was more comfortably positioned between your legs. He held his member in one hand while resting the other on the mattress beside your head.

“Tell me how much you want this.” He rubbed his lips against your cheek while rubbing his cock against your folds. “C’mon, tell me.”

“I want it so bad. Please, Dean, give it to me…”

He placed one last kiss against your lips and slowly pushed the tip of his member into you. You moaned louder, the sensation taking you by surprise. You held onto his arms tightly.

“That’s it…” He murmured, his breath against your face as he went a little deeper. “You’re doing so well.” He scattered kisses all over your face to relax you.

You felt a sting, at first. More of an annoyance than pain, but that faded as he pushed another few inches in. You felt a trail of your grace run through your body.

“Dean…”

“That’s it, baby.” He kissed your lips, to which you responded gladly.

He reached the bottom and you felt him touch your cervix. He stilled, cursing, waiting for you to give him permission to continue. And you did, nodding and holding him tightly, your foreheads together.

He pulled out of you slowly, leaving just the tip inside before he entered again. You moaned and frowned, your breathing quickening as you felt him part your inner walls. He started to have a steady rhythm, your juices staining your thighs and his pelvis. The rain getting stronger outside.

“You feel so good, baby. Like heaven itself.” He rested his elbows on the sides of your head as he kept up his pace.

“Faster.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please.”

He nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek before going faster. You moaned louder and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh, fuck.” Dean cursed. “You’re so tight I can barely get out. You don’t want to let me go, do you?” He exhaled a laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t move away.”

His movements turned into thrusts, the bed beginning to rock and hit the wall.

You turned your face and noticed the cross that was on a wall beginning to bounce.

“Oh, God, Dean.” You whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

He took your chin in one hand, guiding your face to his again, kissing you passionately as he continued to pound into you.

You felt that trail run through your entire body again, and your eyes lit up. Dean watched in fascination as your eyes turned blue. That trail surrounded your body, and this time, Dean could admire it.

You arched your back and pressed yourself around him, causing him to moan and swear he saw the shadow of your wings expanding across the bed.

“T-that’s my good girl. C’mon, cum for me.”

You moaned his name, and your angel power exploded, the trail becoming too bright for Dean’s mortal eyes. He had to close them, but his movements didn’t stop, though it’s not like he could move too much since you were practically squeezing him tightly.

Dean came shortly after you did, his cum filling you, staining your walls and spreading out.

He dropped down beside you so he wouldn’t crush you, both of your breaths panting as you tried to get back to normal. He looked you up and down and leaned in close to you.

“You okay?” he murmured, running his hand through your hair.

You looked up at him and smiled tiredly.

“I’m doing great…”

He laughed and pulled your body closer to him, your head on the side of his neck, and you breathed in his scent.

“Was this okay? No regrets?”

You shook your head as you traced lines across his chest.

“None. And you?” You looked up at him.

Dean smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Nah.”

You laughed and snuggled into his body. Dean grabbed the sheet and covered both of your bodies.

“So… now what?” You asked.

“Now what?”

You shrugged.

“So… How does this go? Did it just happen this time, will it happen again or… Will it turn into something more?”

He looked down at you.

“Oh, this will definitely turn into something more.”

He hugged you tighter and placed a kiss on your hair.

You smiled and closed your eyes. Being an angel might give you a lot of knowledge in many things and innocence in others. Having a relationship with a human would go against the rules of heaven and The other angels would probably talk behind your back. But you didn’t care. You had Dean.

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ꪆ ׂ ִ 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 ₊ ୨ৎ

ˇ ⋆ ╱ bsf!chris x angel!reader ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

content ୭ꪆ fluff, soft chris, pining, gentle love, best friends

your head rests on his chest, heavy and unmoving. the air around you is comfortable. warm. like it always is when you’re with him.

chris’s fingers run through your hair, pulling on the silky strands. twirling them between his fingertips. your eyes flutter shut at the calming sensation.

sighing, you snuggle closer. curling your body into his, couch molding under you. hand resting delicately on his chest, fingertips tracing the curves of his exposed collarbone. memorising him.

❛ are y’falling in love? ❜ he asks quietly, not wanting to break the comforting bubble you two are encased in. his free hand sliding under the material of his hoodie that you always wear. tracing little hearts on the soft skin of your back.

you hum, sleepily. content. feeling his heart thump against your cheek, smushed against his black tee.

he chuckles softly. ❛ have a feeling y’are. ❜ he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. your face breaks out in a smile, unable to help yourself. feeling so safe and so warm. gosh you love your best friend.

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angel-winged ꨄ︎

── - ˚.⋆ 𝜗𝜚˚.⋆ - contains headcanons!! featuring castiel and sam mentions <3 deans a lover boy . set between s4-5, no michael sword mention.

pairings dean winchester x fem!angel!reader

— He first met you after Castiel called you for assistance due to the war in heaven.

— usually, the angels he met were dicks, but dean could pick up on your soft aura almost instantly (which he thought was strange).

— dean was the one who worked to introduce you to the real world.

— it turned out you loved junk-food as much as he did. dean was sure he hadn’t smiled like this in a long time.

— when heaven called you up above, he didn’t want to let you go. he’d gotten so close to you, he didn’t want to lose you. not like he’s lost his brother, and cas.

— you stayed though. the emotion on your newfound friend’s face broke your heart. it made your heart ache in ways it never had before.

— when you told dean that, a fond smile grew on his lips. he taught you of human emotions with the help of sam, sam welcomed you like a little sister, even teaching you other languages sometimes before dean dragged you away.

— “so you’ve never gotten up there in heaven? not even a little?” he knew cas was a virgin, but he would assume someone would want you. you were a beautiful soul. in his eyes.

— dean taught you about intimacy, he was slow, he slowed himself down purposefully so he could worship your body like the angel you were (he thought you were a goddess though)

— “I know you think ‘s wrong, sweetheart. But it isn’t, you know I’d never lie to you, princess.” everyone noticed the way the elder winchester went soft on you, everyone. god himself. your brothers and sisters.

— dean felt safe with you in his arms instead of you watching over his bed. he wanted to embrace you, and hold you. he wanted you to be at peace as well, your human vessel needed care too.

Taglist: @mostlymarvelgirl @theamuz @starzify @h8aaz @bejeweledinterludes @dulcescorderitas @bluemerakis — for dean!!, @immodestly-marina @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth

[joonjuul]

fallen angel. jjk

pairing: demon!jk x angel!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: dom!jk, manipulative!jk, virgin!reader, pwp except i spent a lot of time making it sound somewhat decent, unedited, corruption kink, slight noncon, slight coercion, light fingering (f receiving), light overstimulation (f receiving), multiple orgasms, crying, jk is a demon and wants to ruin a pretty little angel

a/n: reqs open ^_^

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he was corrupt, wicked, borderline menacing. an angel who had once been kind and forgiving, yet somehow strayed away from his path and found himself at the steps of hell.

perverted, demonic, every horrible and malevolent thing you could ever dream of, rolled up into one sinfully handsome man. every bone in his body was structured by the gods, but every thought in his head was straight from the devil himself.

and yet here you were, the picture of perfect innocence, a halo upon your head and an angelic glow that radiated down to your feet, kneeling before him, begging desperately for his forgiveness.

it’s strange and mildly confusing how you ended up here, and you prayed to any god that would listen to allow you to spread your wings and carry yourself as far and fast away from this place as you could, but no god could hear you now. for you were in the most dishonorable place known to man, begging for your mercy upon your accidental trespassing.

it was never your intention to stray away from home, nor was it ever your intention to collapse at the gates that are neither pearly nor white. yet here you sat, your knees aching and pink beneath you, wrists restrained behind your back and the remnants of tears stained to your cheeks.

“please.” is all your throat can emit, pleading with the demon for what felt like the 100th time to show you even the slightest bit of mercy, but the way he smiled down at you, his hands held carefully in front of him, and his head cocked to the side gave you no hope whatsoever.

he took a step forward, approaching your vulnerable state and admiring the piece of art before him. an angel, and a beautiful one at that, just somehow stumbled upon his hellish lair. it was a gift he could not refuse.

he leaned down, your faces leveling out between each other as his eyes scanned you carefully. his body ached at the thought of defiling you, using you until he pleases, corrupting your precious form until you couldn’t move nor speak. you were simply too tempting to resist.

he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up gently, your skin glistening in the tender light.

“please won’t cut it this time, darling. you broke the rules, you know angels aren’t supposed to stray down here.” for a demon, his voice was sweet. soft-spoken. but you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach at his words.

he tucks a hair behind your ear carefully. his touch somewhat soft despite the thoughts he was conjuring in his mind. brutal things he could do to you, things that should not be spoken, never mind performed on such a gentle creature like yourself.

“you’ll be a good girl for me, yes? accept your punishment?” he raises back to his feet, circling your frame as he decides where to begin. “i can’t promise i’ll go easy on you, angel.” you feel another tear forming at his words, the fear within your body now becoming otherworldly. never had you been consumed with such terror.

he’s quick to grab your arms, already tied tightly behind your back as he lifts you too your feet swiftly, noticing your already disheveled and panicked state.

“don’t start crying on me now, darling. we haven’t even started yet.” he taunts, closing in behind you as he tightens his grip around your wrists.

his breath is hot on your neck as he leans in closer to you, a pit forming deeper within your stomach at every step he makes.

“don’t make it harder on yourself.” you shudder at his words, feeling his hands move from your wrists to your sides, drawing circles along your perfect skin, skin that had yet to be touched, yet to be corrupted.

you close your eyes tightly, stifling the sobs that threaten to leave your mouth. however, this only spurs him on more. the sounds of your muffled sobs only fueling his desire to hurt you more and more.

he groans gently at your noises, his hands upon your skin gripping you tighter, hard enough to pepper bruises along your supple skin. you can feel him press into you from behind, his hard on painfully obvious against your flimsy skirt, doing barely anything to conceal you from his manhood.

your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him against you, circling along your bum, pulling you closer towards him. here you were, the picture of perfect innocence, about to be defiled, and the worst part was, you couldn’t help the pool that began to form in your panties at his unrequited touch, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

your ears perk as you hear him take a deep inhale, consuming your scent, the smell of your desire filling his senses completely, only making it harder for him to control himself.

“now that’s not very angelic is it, darling?” his dark voice vibrates through your entire body, his breath hot on your neck as he brings his hands down under your skirt.

you begin to squirm at his movements, trying to release yourself from his hold but it’s no use. you were no match for a demon like jeon jungkook.

“now now, be still, i don’t bite.” he carefully pulls your panties down, releasing a string of your arousal all the way from your dripping cunt, down to your panties which are now hung along your ankles.

jungkook takes another deep inhale, relishing in the smell of your desire, and the traces of embarrassment and humiliation that go along with it.

“poor thing, never felt true pleasure.” he mutters under his breath, pulling your panties out from your ankles, leaving you completely exposed to his future wrongdoings.

you sniffle, finally having given up, knowing that your attempts at escaping are useless, and preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“it’s not pleasure. it’s sinful.” you feel the words slip out from your mouth before you have time to retract them, knowing that you talking back will only make things worse for you.

your body tenses as you feel him slowly move up from under you, placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you to face him.

his eyes are dark, whether with lust or corruption, you weren’t sure. he traces over your figure, your shaking legs, your hands still tied tightly behind your back, your tear stained cheeks and pouty lips.

he smirks, his fantasy was unraveling perfectly.

he places a finger under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him.

“sin is pleasure, angel.”

before you can process what’s happening, you can feel his fingers tracing your folds carefully. your legs no longer able to hold you up as you collapse against his chest, but he never once fumbles in his ministrations.

you feel a whimper escape your lips, and you fall into a deeper pit of guilt knowing no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to avoid the pleasure the demon brings to your body, even if it was against every belief you ever had.

“shhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” he pats your head gently, holding you close to his chest as he continues teasing your folds, gathering the slick that had accumulated and bringing it to your hole, gently prodding at your entrance. “i’m going to make you wish you were a demon all along.”

you feel another tear trace your cheek as you begin to sob harder now, his touch both comforting and immoral, only confusing your body and your mind even more.

before you have time to process, you can feel yourself being laid down back on the floor, his broad figure now above yours, but his fingers never ceasing, as he carefully inserts one into your untouched body.

you gasp harshly, your hole cautiously opening itself to his finger, but not without a sharp pain filling your insides.

“god you really are untouched, aren’t you?” jungkook’s fingers begin to pump in and out of you, his pace quickening faster than you have time to adjust to, your body writhing as the pain builds in your lower abdomen, and your voice hushed as you whimper and cry at his movements.

“you can’t even handle my fingers, how on earth are you going to be able to handle my cock, little one?” his words reverberate through your body, your mind bouncing as you comprehend what he’s saying. if his finger was this painful, what would a cock feel like?

you feel your body get hot at the thought of the pain you would soon have to endure, your eyes welling with tears once more, and you barely have time to prepare before he adds a second finger, the pain only increasing as he stretches you in ways you never knew were possible.

“p-please.” you’re begging for anything, for forgiveness, for him to stop, maybe for him to even go faster.

“what’s wrong, baby? can’t handle it?” he’s mocking you, mocking your state, the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. and for a moment you think you’re filled with enough rage you could push him off you then and there, but then, something happens. he curls his fingers.

you feel the moan slip past your lips, your mind going blank as the pain suddenly disappears and it’s replaced with something much much stronger; pleasure.

you’re shocked, the writhing of your lower body morphing into small ruts as your mind subconsciously seeks out more.

but the demon hanging above you, couldn’t be less shocked.

“that’s a girl. feels good, doesn’t it?” you let out another moan at his words and you begin to feel a sensation building within your stomach, something you’ve never felt before.

it wasn’t painful, but it was like you were reaching for something that couldn’t quite be grasped. was it, anticipation?

jungkook watches carefully as you turn into a blabbering mess beneath him. you hadn’t even noticed he had untied your wrists several minutes earlier. you were too busy riding on a high that was unknown to you.

he can only feel the pressure building in his pants at your disheveled state. it was always one of his fantasies to corrupt a beautiful, pure angel like you. and the sight before him was enough to make him release into his pants right then and there.

your mind had now been completely forgotten, your body taking over completely as every sense in your body was filled with overwhelming pleasure. the way his fingers curled inside of you and perfectly aligned with pieces within you not even you knew existed only brought you closer and closer to the edge, if you knew what the edge was.

your breath quickens as you continue grinding against his fingers, your movements building in both intensity and speed as you approach a high that you never knew existed. it was all so unfamiliar, so godless, and before you knew it, you were there.

jungkook watches as you cry out, your body shaking profusely as you squirt around his fingers, your slick running down his forearm and covering your thighs completely. you were an absolute mess. writhing beneath him, panting, your cheeks burning as your face beautifully contorts into something that can only be described as unholy.

and just like that, he was hooked.

you finally feel yourself coming back to reality, your ears ringing quietly as you open your eyes, your body still overwhelmed with an insatiable pleasure.

“such a messy little angel. so perfect and sweet, all for me.” you can barely process jungkook’s words before he’s flipping you onto your stomach. your eyes widen as you hear him begin to take off his pants, a panic setting in that wasn’t out of fear for your innocence, but rather fear for the pain.

“don’t be nervous, little one. your cunt is soaked, you’re gonna swallow me whole isn’t that right?” you gulp harshly at his words, feeling the subtle brush of his cock on your bum as he finally frees it from the confines of his pants.

your breath quickens once more, secretly wishing you at least could see his size, and know what you were getting yourself into, but by the time the thought crosses your mind, it’s already too late.

your walls tense as he pushes into you, a scream crying out from your lungs at the sudden intrusion. your so blinded by the pain that you don’t even notice his hushed praises, and soothing touch on your waist. all your body can focus on is the feeling of your lower half being split in two.

“there you go baby, almost there.” he groans under his breath as he bottoms out inside of you. your walls stretched so wide you think you’ll break in half.

you inhale deeply through your nose, your bottom lip bloody from subconsciously biting it harder than you knew was possible, as your hands grip for anything they can find, anything to ground you to reality.

“god you’re so fucking tight.” you feel his head drop into the crook of your neck, his hips halted as he tries to gain his composure, and you silently thank him for not breaking you apart like he easily could’ve done.

“gonna taint that righteous little body of yours, angel. gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your god and worship me instead.” you wince as he begins to pull back, his hips settling on a painfully slow pace.

although the ache between your legs was more than present, you couldn’t help your desire to want more of him. why was he moving so slow?

jungkook however, was letting the pieces of his plan fall together. see, he couldn’t just fuck you and steal your innocence in one fell swoop, he had to make you want it. he wanted you so corrupted and perverted that you become glad that he fucked you, glad that he stripped you of your purity.

your eyes roll back into your head, your body falling victim to his deliberate pace. you couldn’t help but want more, he was filling you up so deliciously, your slick dribbling around his balls. this was more torturous than any punishment he could’ve ever inflicted upon you.

“please.” you whine, your hands gripping tighter to whatever object was the closest, your bum poking out subconsciously as you beg for more.

“hmm? what is it angel?” his voice is calm and collected, velvety silk as it rings through your ears, only building the tension in your abdomen more.

“more.” the word comes out in a whisper, barely legible but jungkook already knew what you wanted before you spoke it. he could tell by the way your hips swayed against him, the way your body responded to his cock, he knew you’d be drunk before the words fell off your pretty lips.

“more? does my pretty, innocent little angel want more?” he begins to quicken his pace slightly, his cock prodding your g-spot as you begin to cry out in pleasure. your mind completely free of any shame you had previously felt. all you cared about was reaching your second high that was approaching painfully slow.

“y-yes please.” and just like that, he began to plow into you inhumanely. it was animalistic, profane, borderline sacrilegious the way he slammed his cock inside of you. your screams only spurring him on as he rocks into you faster.

“this is what you wanted, baby? you want me to ruin your perfect little body?” he growls, bringing a hand up to your hair to grab a fistful and pull you back against his chest, unsatisfied with your silence.

“answer me, bitch.” you whimper at the sudden aggressiveness, your back now flush against his chest as he continues to pound into you.

“y-yes. yes. i want you to- fuck- i want you to ruin me.” if you could see yourself, you’re sure you’d be disturbed, certainly give up your wings willingly.

jungkook smiles, releasing your hair and watching you collapse onto the floor as he brings his hands back to your waist, pushing you against his cock as he continues to drive into you.

“that’s right, angel. all it took was a little cock, hmm?” you can feel the knot closing in your stomach at his words, the dirtiness scared you, you felt shameful, but god was his cock delicious.

jungkook watches as you begin to push back against him, your knuckles turning white as you desperately attempt to reach your high.

“getting close again, angel? that didn’t take long.” you moan at his words, but can’t help but grind your hips against him harder, gaining a growl from him in return.

but he was right, you were agonizingly close, and you weren’t prepared for the feeling of his arm snaking beneath you as he begins to draw circles around your clit.

your eyes shut, eyebrows crease together tightly as you release another load moan, your legs beginning to shake as you feel the knot closing in on you.

you feel jungkook lean forward, his chest against your back as his breath his hot on your shoulder. you shudder at the new sensation, your vision going black as you feel your body dance on the edge of release.

“cum for me, angel. wanna see you cum around my cock.” his rasp against your ear is all it takes for you to come undone completely. the tunnel vision turning into pitch black as you feel your release wash over you.

jungkook’s hips still as your walls tighten, his eyes rolling back into his head as he feels you throb around him, pushing and pulling him back in simultaneously, and completely soaking his cock in the process.

he groans at the sight, feeling his dick twitch inside of you as he begins to move again, even faster than before.

your feel your vision coming back to you, followed by your hearing, a wave of pleasure completely falling over you from head to toe, it feels almost blissful, until you feel jungkook’s movements pick up behind you.

your body is suddenly on fire, every inch of your skin overwhelmed in sensitivity, it was too much.

“too much! too much!” but your shouts are useless. his finger prints digging into your sides, completely overtaking the purple splotches he had left their previously.

“shut up.” he growls, his thrusts becoming messy as he approaches his own release.

before you’re able to gather a response, you feel his white hot liquid shoot inside of you, coating your walls completely and filling you up more than you ever knew was possible.

his hips slow, his breathing rapid as he carefully paints your interior, marking you as his until the end of time, until angels and devils cease to exist.

“fuck.” his voice is breathless as he pulls out of you, watching the white liquid seep from your throbbing hole, dripping down between you before landing on the floor in front of him.

he smiles at the sight, relishing in the fact that you will forever be imprinted on by his demonic, ungodly behavior. it was more than he could’ve ever asked for.

you lay panting, your body trembling aggressively as you try to process what had happened. you were no longer the pure, picture of innocence you had spent your whole life trying to obtain. you were stained, forever.

you feel jungkook’s presence leave you as he stands up, retrieving a towel from across the room and ducking down to his original stance to clean up the mess you had both made.

“don’t sweat it, baby. being bad is so much more fun anyway.”

[sunsbaby]

SWEETSˎˊ˗

ᯓ dean winchester x angel .ᐟ reader | minors do not interact!!

* dean makes you clean baby, but it doesn't go as planned.

! unprotected p in v (please wrap it up) . nicknames. creampie. sex in the impala. dean has a thing for wings.

it wasn't unusual to find an angel in the bunker, castiel popping up out of nowhere sometimes. or the occasional hostage situation. but you were a new edition, having been found while dean was on a lone hunt. sticking towards him like glue, you wouldn't leave his side, so he had no choice but to take you back home with him. candy was what he called you. due to your obsession after coming down to earth and how sweet you were to him. your eyes lit up at the treat, immediately doing whatever you could to obtain it.

however, what dean didn't like was the wrappers left all around baby. the sticky residue hard to clean out, so today you would be the one to fix your mess.

you lay on deans bed, hair a mess and only his t-shirt on. body sore from last night's activities. you'd only just opened your eyes, when you saw him standing there. already covered in grease, black staining his hands and clothes.

“mm-baby, goodmornin’” you spoke as you stretched, letting noises fall from your lips at the feeling.

“c'mon candy, there's no time for all that–” he motioned to the bathroom, ignoring the sounds you made, “you got work to do, and by work i mean, cleaning baby.”

you stare at him confused, a pout forming on your plump lips. all dean wanted to do was pull you into a kiss and stay beneath the sheets with you, wasting the day away. but he knew he couldn't. he had to show you how to be responsible.

“but, baby, why do i have to clean your car?” you crossed your arms, annoyance laced in your tone.

it was early in the morning and you hadn't even had coffee, who was he to ask you something as dumb as cleaning his car.

“don't care, you made the mess, you clean it.” dean wouldn't take no for an answer, pulling you up and dragging you into the garage.

you still only had his shirt on, which he didn't notice. solely focused on getting his babys interior shining.

here you were, face down ass up in the backseat of dean's impala. his hands grip tightly on your hips. his hold bruising, but you liked it that way. his cock bullied your cervix, hitting it every time he would snap his hips into yours.

“such a messy girl aren't ya, candy–mm,” he groaned, his words going straight to your core. the seats were coated in sweat mixed with your arousal, a faint smell of fruitiness trickled into the mixture.

wings fluttering underneath your–his shirt. your fingertips grasp onto the leather material, trying to find some stabilization. moans spewing from your lips like sinful melodies, a melody dean couldn't resist.

he pushed the fabric decorating your body up with a greased covered hand. your wings fluttered out, ruffled and sensitive. the sight only fueled him further, he always had a thing for them. your hard nipples pressing into the slick, cool leather, added to your pleasure.

even more so when dean forced your back into a more profound arch, his thick cock hitting deeper–which you didn't think was possible. he filled you up completely, both in mind and cunt. he brought his thumb down to your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to send you to cloud nine.

“my dirty girl, gettin’ my car even more messed up–” dean's thrusts became more brutal, each stroke of his cock in your tight heat hitting that sweet spot inside that makes your knees weak and mind fuzzy. 

“so fuckin’ dumb on my dick. atta girl. milk my cock dry.” he practically growled into your ear, incoherent babbles push past your lips into the air.

your orgasm came crashing down on you 10x more than any other. his followed soon after, your warm silky walls clenching down onto his sent dean over the edge. he spilled his seed into you in thick hot ropes, coating your inners. your cheek presses against the seat, panting–spent and used.

dean wrapped his arms around-caging you in his warm, sweaty embrace, kissing your temple with gentle care.

“you're so good f'me, candy..” he whispered to you, his hand rubbing soothingly along your wings. coaxing you to fall asleep.

while you slept dean let his thoughts wander, specifically on the fact that his car was even dirtier now and he couldn't blame you.

sunny talks! first smut!! comments are greatly appreciated, i rlly hope this is enjoyable. i am not the best at conjuring up and writing sex scenes 😿

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[losers-clvb]

possession sam winchester x ruby x angel!reader

content: mentions of (kidnapping, shackles, punishment via cutting, non-consensual voyeurism), stockholm syndrome, manipulation, coercion, demon blood sam, sam and ruby are possessive and mean, sam is manipulatively soft, ruby is manipulatively mean, praise, language, religious themes, smut (oral sex (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, edging, size kink perhaps, marking/bruising, unprotect piv penetration, face sitting, implied cockwarming), canon typical blood play (think sam with the demon blood, i don't know what else to call it), perhaps some fluff if you twist it enough

word count: 4.9k

note: everyone say "thank you smin!" for inspiring this with our feral chats over messaging. i may have missed some warnings, please let me know if i did. i'll say this until my lungs give out: LET ME INTO YOUR MARRIAGE, JARED AND GEN!!

The cool metal of your runed shackles weighed your hands down, forcing them to rest on your knees.

Here you were, again, praying out for help, again.

It was a lost cause. You’d been locked up here -- some hidden away cabin -- for longer than you could even keep track of. Every prayer, every beg, for rescue had gone unanswered. Still, you couldn’t stop your kneeling against the floorboards of the bedroom, hands clutched together.

“Mmm…,” you heard purred out from behind you, “still at it?”

You ignored the voice. He was cruel. Cruel and mean and so fucking hot that he had lured you into this whole trap.

Sam Winchester was supposed to be kind. He was supposed to be the kind of boy you smile and flutter your lashes at to get whatever you want. Something had changed since your first meeting with the man.

You suspected that something was your other captor, who had been significantly missing for days.

The thumping of boots on the creaky wood floor made you shiver, and you quickly mumbled the rest of your prayer. Cold fingertips grazed against the bit of spine that pushed against the skin of your bent neck. You hated the way you loved it.

“They’re not coming.” Sam hummed. “Your family no longer deems you worth the effort.”

You swallowed, lip quivering. You were scared of Sam, yes, but not because he’d hurt you. He’d simply sat back and watched as Ruby sliced into your skin after your first, and last attempt at escape. You’d looked to him for help. All he had to offer you was a look of faux sympathy. You knew the truth from the shimmer of something dark in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. You didn’t need to explain the apology. It’d been the only thing you’d said since he had caught you in the woods last week, your weak body thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, I know you are.” He tutted condescendingly, giving you a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He brushed a hand over your hair and you leaned into it. “But bad girls need punishment.”

“Where’s Ruby?” You asked. The words threw him off-guard, but he didn’t show it.

“She’s out. Just you and me right now, angel.” Sam’s voice was so soft, so calming, you’d forgotten your momentary fear of him.

“Don’t call me that,” you immediately responded, but had the sense to add, “please.”

“Oh, so quick to abandon your faith?” Sam raised his eyebrows and you looked away. Your eyes were watering and you felt the need to bite your bottom lip to keep from crying.

You knew it was wrong. You shouldn’t give up. Not ever. That was where angels fell into trouble. They gave in to emotion, to the overwhelming sense of dread when their Father ignored their prayers. You had thought you were better than them, but here you were. You should have known you were weak when you had let Sam, the old Sam, kiss you.

“Oh, my angel.” Sam’s voice weaved into your brain, growing roots into the smallest parts of you. You didn’t correct him this time.

“Remember, they abandoned you first,” he cupped a hand on your cheek, using his thumb to brush away the stray tears, “they left you here to rot. Who was by your side through the days and nights?”

“You,” you whimpered, your chains rattling with your shifting movement, “and Ruby.” You watched a soft but wicked smile cross Sam’s face.

Neither of you acknowledged the fact that the days and nights were his and Ruby’s faults. You wouldn’t be suffering like this if it wasn’t for them abducting you. They’d hoped your loss in Heaven would spur an army of angels for the rescue, an army they knew they could defeat. When no one came for you, the two had come to a silent agreement: you were theirs, forever.

“That’s right,” he cooed. He knelt to your level, eyes raking over your worn nightgown. “And who always knows best?”

“You and Ruby.” You echoed, the names tumbling from your lips on instinct. They’d flipped some switch in your brain long ago, but it had taken time for you to truly follow everything they said.

Alone, you were still that hellbent-on-escape little angel they’d trapped, but in their presences? You grew weaker until all that you thought was what they had fed you.

Sam and Ruby both knew, it wouldn’t be long before you were wholly theirs.

“Mhm,” Sam trailed a finger over your collarbone. He just wanted to feel your skin. The warmth reminded him that you were real.

There had been a time, before Ruby, when he loved you in a way that was holy. He wanted to give you the world. Your risk of falling had kept him from doing all of the things he really wanted. He had dared a small kiss, in the moments before he’d faced a nest of vampires alone. He couldn’t die without knowing how you tasted.

Now, with the demon blood -- Ruby’s blood -- running through him, he wasn’t in the mood to compromise. If you would fall, then he and Ruby would catch you. Heaven didn’t deserve an angel like you.

They did.

They loved you in the only way they knew how, obsession, but it was love, no less.

“Can you take them off?” Your voice was meek. Terror ripped through you when Sam pulled his eyes back to yours. You were tempted to take it all back, beg for forgiveness for even asking, but Sam gave you a sad smile.

“The last time I took them off, I had to chase you through the woods like a rabbit.” Sam was right. The moment your shackles had left your wrists the week before, you had headbutted him in the nose and dashed out the door.

Ruby had tried to snatch you back up, but it was Sam with his long legs who had caught you. He’d knocked you to the ground before slinging you over his shoulder. Your widened eyes had caught sight of the blood streaming from his nose, the fire of rage burning in his eyes, and you immediately started your groveling.

Sobs of “I’m sorry” had left your throat and lungs raw. Ruby didn’t listen. She just sliced away at your forearm with your own blade. Her goal was made clear when you caught sight of the cuts.

She’d carved Mine into your skin. Mine meaning you would never get away from her, or Sam, for that matter.

Sam had pulled you into his arms after that, a pool of your blood staining his shirt. He didn’t care. He simply brought you to your room, a square space with only a bed, and wrapped your arm in gauze.

“I’m sorry,” you had quivered out again.

Sam smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I know.” He had responded before tucking you into your soft sheets and blankets.

That night, he’d fucked Ruby so hard he had seen stars.

“It won’t happen again, I swear.” You promised, shifting your knees again. You took Sam’s hands into yours, wrapping your fingers around them.

“I won’t run. Please, I’ll be a good girl.” You begged, bringing your forehead to where your hands connected. Sam loved this, watching you plead with him to get what you wanted. He wasn’t going to give in that easily, not yet, but it was a nice sight to have.

Then you said those words. You hadn’t known the impact it would have. You were just babbling on.

“Please, Sam,” you hesitated for just a moment, “I love you.”

It had been the first time you had said it. Ruby and Sam had dragged a vague confession-like thing out of you before, but this was the first time you dared to say those exact words. You meant them, in a twisted kind of way. That was the best part for him.

Sam dove onto you, lips smashing into yours. He’d kissed you before. Once as his old self, and dozens of times as this new version. It had only ever been something small, a peck lasting a few seconds if he was lucky.

This was different. He loved you, and you loved him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He wouldn’t hold back anymore.

He moved his lips against yours hungrily. You melted into him, letting your mind drift away to a better place.

His hands worked at your shackles, the lock clicking open with the turn of a key. You sighed when they dropped to the floor. Your wrists were flushed red, the skin raw, but the weight was finally gone.

You stayed true to your word. You didn’t run. You were a good girl.

“Really, Sam?”

Her voice chilled you to the bone. Sam pulled away but you slumped into him, burying your face in his neck.

“Ruby,” Sam said, his hand splayed across your back to hold you close. He didn’t seem all too shocked to see her. You wondered how long she’d been there.

“One mutter of love from her and you’re rolling over like a dog.” Ruby stepped closer into the room, her eyes stuck on you clinging to Sam. “She’s lying.”

“No, she’s not.” Sam hooked a finger into your hair to pull it away from your face. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nodded, eyes closed. Ruby frightened you more than Sam. She’d been mean from the start. She’d also shown some softness to you, but nothing like Sam. You didn’t know if it was enough to compensate for her torture.

“Use your words,” he encouraged, tracing a finger on your cheek.

“I love you,” you said to Sam, then, after a second of contemplation, you opened your eyes and looked at Ruby. “And I love you.”

You watched something cross over her face. Something dark and lustful. She twisted her sneer into a smile and you kept your eyes locked on hers while she walked to you.

“She’s not gonna hurt you,” Sam soothed in your ear when you tensed up. “As long as you’re a good girl, she won’t hurt you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from whining when she finally reached you. You were still in Sam’s arms, but he’d moved one of his hands to rest on the back of Ruby’s thigh. Ruby narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t believe you.” She said, a challenging look in her eye. You let out a shaky breath, fear racing through you. She didn’t believe you?

“I-I love you, please, I swear.” You stuttered. You didn’t know what she would do if she thought you were lying. Your forearm throbbed in pain at the memory of your last punishment.

Ruby dragged her eyes to Sam, tilting her head in a silent message. He must have known how to decode her, because a second later he was standing next to her. You were left alone, on your knees, with Sam and Ruby towering over you. They held twin smirks at the sight of your widened eyes.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Sam hummed, turning his head to Ruby, “I don’t believe her either.”

“She likes to lie.” Ruby agreed, nodding her head. Sam still looked at Ruby, but her eyes never left yours. Your pace quickened. They loved the fear radiating from you.

“No, no, I’m not lying,” you rushed out, “I love you, both of you, so much.” You scrambled closer to them, resting your head on Ruby’s stomach. Your hand grasped at Sam’s shirt. “Please believe me.”

“Prove it.”

Your trembling paused for a moment. You tilted your head up to look at Ruby and she smirked. Her fingertips danced over your cheek, landing on your lips. You just watched her, tears threatening to well back up.

“Show us how much you love us.” She pressed two fingers past your lips. You didn’t need to ask what she meant. You knew.

You’d heard them enough, the moans and grunts echoing through the thin cabin walls. They did it on purpose, you’d realized once. They were loud and messy and verbal in an attempt to lure you in. They’d hoped you would give in to their control faster if you heard what you were missing out on. It had worked, not in the way they had wanted, but you found yourself yearning for their dirty words during sex to be aimed at you.

You pressed your tongue against the pads of her fingers, sucking on them.

“Good girl.” She praised before pulling them out.

Your hands flew to the front of her jeans, hastily unbuttoning them. You tugged the denim down her legs, pulling her underwear with them.

“So fucking ready to please.” Sam mumbled, palming himself through his own jeans. He’d have your lips wrapped around him soon enough, but right now he wanted to watch. Ruby weaved her fingers into your hair, helping to guide your mouth where she wanted it the most.

You dragged your tongue through her folds. Your eyes fell shut at the taste.

“That’s right,” Ruby cooed when you got the rhythm down, “just like that, angel.” You looked up at her through your lashes, a swell of pride blooming in your chest when she moaned.

Sam placed his hand where Ruby’s lay tangled in your hair. He interlocked his fingers with hers. They were one, putting just the right amount of pressure on you to get Ruby biting back noises.

You trailed your hand to the front of Sam’s jeans. For a moment, you just brushed your thumb against his bulge, feeling the hard denim against your fingers. He rolled his hips, chasing the friction.

Sam bent his neck down to Ruby’s level. He kissed her hungrily. This was different from the way he’d kissed you. With you, he’d been starved of your touch for far longer. Ruby, he was comfortable with. The passion was still there, but Sam knew the best angle to slot their lips together.

Sam pulled her bottom lip in between his teeth when her mouth fell open. You had flicked the tip of your tongue against her clit and it had the effect you had hoped for.

“Knew you’d be good,” Sam growled at you, sucking on Ruby’s lip before moving to her neck.

With the help of Sam’s hand over your own, you were able to undress his bottom half. His cock sprang free, red and angry.

“I don’t know-,” you started to say when you saw Sam’s size, but Ruby clutched her hand around your jaw, making you look back at her.

“Don’t you love him?” She asked, a cruel spark running through her eyes.

You nodded.

She smiled and used her thumb to swipe up the mix of her arousal and your spit that was glistening on your chin. Her eyes rolled back when she wrapped her lips around the digit, sucking it clean. With a look from her, you knew you needed to do this. No, you corrected yourself, you wanted to do this.

You turned your attention to Sam, who was staring down at you while he stroked himself. He raised an eyebrow.

“C’mon, angel,” Ruby murmured, rubbing herself with her middle finger, “show Sammy how much you love him.”

You hesitated before wrapping a hand around Sam, just above his own. You noted the way your fingertips weren’t able to touch. A squeeze made Sam suck in a breath.

You kissed his leaking tip, the taste of him leaking through to your taste buds. Slowly, you pushed him past your lips. Your jaw dropped further and further as you took in more of him. You stopped when he brushed against the back of your throat.

“Aww, poor angel can’t fit it all in.” Ruby mocked in a sweet voice. She pushed slightly on your head, forcing you closer to Sam’s abdomen. Your breath hitched as you tried not to gag.

A smile twitched onto Sam’s face at the sight.

“See how she’s taking it,” Ruby purred to Sam and pushed you further, “she was made for this -- made for us.”

Sam steadily let the air out of his lungs, dropping his head forward when your throat constricted into a swallow. He swooped his head lower, nipping at Ruby’s cheekbone. He still had his hand twisted with hers in your hair, but he took his other and began to drag circles on her clit.

Ruby’s mouth fell open in ecstasy. You felt the twitch of Sam against your throat when Ruby groaned. In the haze of her pleasure, she rushed her pushing and your nose crashed into Sam’s pubic bone. This time, you did gag. It was too much all at once.

You dug your nails into Sam and Ruby’s thighs, hoping to get their attention to what you were going through. They continued to be enamoured by each other. Sam was pulling on the skin of her neck with his teeth, just enough to leave bruises. Ruby was grinding into Sam’s hand, moans falling from her lips.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You pulled your head back, straining against their shared hold. Somehow, you slipped out of their grasp. You tumbled back, catching yourself on your hands.

Your chest heaved and you trembled, trying to catch your breath enough. It had scared you, that small moment when you didn’t know if you would be able to come up for air.

“Oh, angel.” Ruby knelt to her knees, brushing your tears away. You didn’t flinch. Ruby loved you, and as long as you were a good girl, she wouldn’t hurt you. “Was it too much?”

You nodded and let her palm cup against your cheek. Sam gathered one of your hands in his, helping you to your feet. You swayed a bit, but ultimately stood your ground by leaning against Sam.

“We’re sorry, baby,” Sam kissed your forehead. He was surprisingly sweet for someone who was still rock hard. You closed your eyes and buried your head in his chest. You felt your hair get brushed back.

“Let us make it up to you,” Ruby kissed your neck. “Let us show you how much we love you.”

You hummed out a response.

They worked together to guide you to your bed. You didn’t know how it would fit all three of you. Sam and Ruby didn’t seem worried about this fact.

Sam gathered the hem of your nightgown up, lifting it over your head to leave you naked. When you regained your sight, Ruby had shed the rest of her clothing. You eyed her like she was the most holy thing you’d ever set eyes on. The flash of mischief in her eyes told you she was anything but.

“Lie back, angel.” Ruby instructed. She placed one hand on your back and the other on your chest, helping you into the position she wanted you in. She left featherlight kisses on you, spanning across your chest, stomach, thighs. She was working you up while Sam undressed himself.

“Fuck, this all from loving us?” Sam asked when he caught sight of your glistening center.

“I love you.” You whined when Ruby tapped a light message against your clit with her finger. Sam and Ruby exchanged similar looks of joy at your programmed response.

This was is it. They knew it then.

You were theirs, all theirs, only theirs.

They took turns going in on you, tongues sometimes mashing together when the other couldn’t hold themself back. You were a writhing mess, but they held your hips steady.

“So good,” Ruby muttered, panting. She nipped at your clit lightly, just enough to make you squeak. She pushed her tongue into you, fucking you with it while Sam slithered up to your face.

“So perfect,” he whispered to you, kissing you. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips. He brushed a thumb across one of your nipples.

“I’m-,” you broke mid-sentence when Sam sucked a mark onto your neck, “I’m gonna come.” Your voice was small.

You grasped onto Sam’s shoulders. He slunk back down your body, leaving bruises with his mouth along the way. You locked eyes with Ruby. She smirked against you and sucked a bit harder.

She saw it in your eyes, the sparkle you got just before you came. You didn’t see the spark of dominance in her before it was too late. She’d pulled away from you, leaving you whining as your high slowly simmered down.

“Not yet.” Ruby slid up to your level, kissing your forehead. You knew better than to argue. Snuggling into her neck, you felt Sam’s hands graze against your skin until they cupped over your breasts.

“Wanna feel you come apart on me, angel.” Sam whispered into your ear. He kissed your neck.

You let out a breathy whine, a quiet and soft noise. Your eyes fluttered shut while they showered you with kisses.

You never felt more loved.

In Heaven, you were a soldier. A pawn in the divine plan. You were used to deliver salvation to humanity, responsibilities of keeping everything as it was supposed to be according to your Father’s plan.

Here, you were appreciated for what you brought to the table. You had no expectations, nothing other than complete obedience. You didn’t have to think. Sam and Ruby loved you, and they would take care of you until the end of days.

You needed to give them more. You needed to show them how much you loved them.

“Ruby?” You asked in a timid voice. Your lips brushed against her skin while you spoke. She smirked, locking eyes with Sam. She was waiting for you to do this. She knew what would come next.

“Yes, my angel?” Ruby answered.

“Can I make you and Sam feel good again?”

Ruby ran a tongue across her teeth, trying not to let you know how much your willing nature was already pleasing her.

“Yes.” She was already guiding you up to sit on your knees on the bed. She motioned to the spot where she wanted Sam and he obliged, rolling over to lay on his back.

“Right here, angel, sit right here.” She instructed, her firm grip on your hips dragging you to rest on Sam’s thighs. You brushed against the base of his cock, making you let out a shaky breath. You were already sensitive after the night’s earlier events, but the knowledge that he would soon be inside of you was enough to intimidate you. The sick part was the arousal that washed over you in tandem with the fear.

Ruby bent down until her mouth was just over Sam. She spit onto him, using it as lubrication to prepare him for you. Not that it was all that needed; you were dripping just thinking about how much you loved them both.

“Come here.” Ruby beckoned. She helped you move over Sam, lining him up with your entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” Sam lied, assuring you when he noticed your hesitation. He could have been sincere in it, you thought, but you knew his intentions went out the window the moment you sunk down onto him. His eyes flicked to pure black. It was a reminder that his humanity was dwindling. The demon blood was converting his soul to darkness.

You sighed, your head falling back, when you finally reached his base. You sat there, trying to organize your thoughts. Sam didn’t like that. He didn’t want you to think.

He gripped onto your hips, lifting them before letting his own hips follow, slamming himself back inside. You gasped, a moan escaping. Ruby rested one hand on your lower back, the other on Sam’s abdomen, like the puppet master she was. She controlled you both, but her hold on you was stronger than the one on Sam.

“Fits so well,” Sam grunted, pounding into you. You let out a strangled moan. You gripped onto Ruby’s arm, needing to stabilize yourself.

“See what you’ve been missing out on?” Ruby flicked the tip of her tongue against your cheek, pushing her chest closer to you. You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe with the speed Sam was moving at.

That pleased Ruby even more. You were her dumb little angel, listening to everything she said.

She pulled away from you to climb onto Sam’s face. This scene was too much. She needed to come, and she knew Sam was always happy to offer his mouth up for that assistance. She sat comfortably on his face, eyes fluttering shut when he groaned into her.

You watched her with a hazy mind, choking on your breath at the pleasure. When she looked back at you, her eyes were the same inky black as Sam’s had been. It should have sent a shiver down your spine that you were in the presence of such evil.

But Ruby didn’t feel evil. Not when she was pulling you toward her to kiss you so hungrily. This was your Ruby. She loved you, and you loved her.

You whimpered into her mouth when she clawed at your arms, tearing away the bandages. In the haste of trying to prove yourself to Sam and Ruby, your slow-healing cuts had been ripped open. The blood seeped out slowly, not enough to trickle, but enough to drip when it pooled up too much. You hadn’t noticed.

Ruby did. An idea popped into her head, one bred from the desire to be closer to you. She remembered forbidding you from healing yourself after your punishment, and, God, was she grateful for it when her tongue flashed over your arm.

She’d tasted blood before, bathed in it even, but nothing like this. Your blood brought the sweetest sting down her throat. She relished in the fleeting pain. She scraped her teeth against the slices, chasing the high angel blood was bringing to her. You whined as she moaned.

Sam almost protested when Ruby slid back but before he could get a word in, she slammed your forearm down to his mouth. He sucked on instinct and his thrusts stuttered with the tang of your blood.

It didn’t hurt him like it had Ruby. No, it had a different effect on him. It turned the dirty inside him clean, filled him with hope. He felt lighter, almost. Somehow he knew that the mixture of demon and angel blood in his system would make him more powerful than ever.

The thought brought his pace back to life.

His hips were unforgiving on the backs of your thighs, bruising them with every moment of contact.

Ruby reclaimed her prior spot over his face. This time, Sam had her falling apart in minutes. He’d gotten a new spark inside of him with this whole thing. You and Ruby were his girls and he’d be damned if you two went unsatisfied.

A scream caught in your throat when you came. You doubled over, falling to Sam’s chest. It didn’t falter his pumping in and out of you. In fact, it seemed to motivate him more. The clenching of your walls around him had him silently begging for release. He needed it.

Ruby took no time to level her head with Sam’s. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but knowing he was still inside you had her kissing next to his ear.

“Come in her,” she whispered to him, nibbling on his earlobe. Sam groaned in anticipation. He’d been planning on doing it but now Ruby had given him the permission he needed. “Fill her up for me.”

“Fuck,” he seethed when it finally happened. He dug his hips into your ass, grinding up to ensure his release was deep inside. He was able to get in a few sloppy thrusts to guarantee he was completely satisfied before he relaxed into the mattress of your bed.

You were heaving out breaths. You hadn’t opened your eyes since your orgasm, but they both knew you weren’t sleeping. Ruby traced a finger across Sam’s cheek before kissing him.

“Good boy.” She praised, earning her an exhausted smile from him.

“Angel?” Ruby asked softly, skimming her hand over your shoulder. You didn’t move. The only indication you had heard Ruby came from the small “Hmm?” that vibrated from your throat. She smiled wickedly at that. You were completely spent. Still, she wanted one last thing before you fell asleep.

“Tell me again.” She ordered. You needed no explanation, even with your fuzzy mind keeping you from thinking.

“I love you,” you mumbled, shifting your hips. Sam scratched lightly against your back, making your skin tingle.

“And who will love you when no one else will?” Ruby asked. She pulled a blanket over you three, protecting against the cold night air. Not that anyone would get cold tonight, not with your bodies still tangled together.

“You and Sam.” You breathed out one last answer before drifting off. The soothing circles on your spine calmed the part of your brain keeping you from sleep. Ruby smirked proudly, kissing both yours and Sam’s foreheads while you both slept.

“Good girl.” She purred, settling in to watch over you both all night long.

The morning would come, but your fear of them would not. The wounds on your arm would heal into a scar, spelling out their possession of you every time you looked at it. As long as you were a good girl, Ruby wouldn’t hurt you again, a mantra that reminded you to never try to leave them again.

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[donatellawritings]

“a’ight, now look directly into this camera and tell us your name, age, and where you’re from,” the cameraman speaks, his gold-ring clad hand carefully adjusting the zoom of the lens on the expensive camera as you sit on the crème colored couch with a cheesy smile, your swollen lips all glossed and glittery.

letting out a nervous giggle, you flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, gently adjusting your barely there skimpy bikini top to cover your hard nipples, “uh, you can call me angel,” you bat your cat-like lashes, before mushing your glossed lips together with a ‘pop’, “m’twenty-one, and i’m from carolina, puerto rico,” you seal with another shaky laugh, swallowing thickly as you steal a quick glance at the man behind the camera, he was a bit older than you, and very handsome — you couldn’t help but be a silly little school girl.

with a feigned-defeated sigh, the cameraman zooms in on your plump breasts, earning a wide grin from you as you playfully shimmy, allowing your perky tits to jiggle, “puerto rico, huh?” he chuckles, licking over his pink lips as you swiftly run your acrylic-nails finger across the pink-heart shaped pendant that dangled from your bellybutton piercing, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he comments, trailing the camera down to your lower half, focusing on the way the plush curves of your thighs and ass swallowed the flimsy fabric of your tiny boy shorts.

with a clearing of his throat, the cameraman brings the camera back up to your pretty little face, “is this y’first time getting fucked on camera, angel?” he asks, his voice heavy in greed as you nod immediately, “fuck — why don’t y’bend over for me and show me that cute little ass of yours,” he beckons, his eyes hanging low as you obediently stand from the couch.

you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you turned away from the camera, before pulling your the thin cloth further up your fat ass cheeks, before bending over with a muffled giggle as you bit down into the chunk of your bottom lip, “look at that,” the cameraman ogled, letting out a throat groan as his warm and calloused hand suddenly cupped your asscheek, gently jiggling the supple skin.

“y’like it?” you questioned, glancing over your shoulder, letting out a surprised gasp as the cameraman’s hand abruptly slapped down onto your ass.

“i love it, angel— m’gonna open you up a bit, yeah?” he informs you, his eyes squinted as he crouches down onto one knee, carefully angling the camera lens at the crease where your puffy pussy and tight asshole met.

your nails slowly dug into the fabric of the couch as the cameraman’s thumb curled into your skin, pulling your asscheek apart, leaving your wet and eager holes exposed to the cold air conditioned environment of the casting room. you failed to hold back a low mewl as the tip of his thumb grazed over your glistening pussy.

“fuuuck, she’s so pretty,” he cooed, jiggling your asscheek once more, before standing firmly on his two feet as he closed the distance between you two, his jean-covered bulged pressed firmly against your ass, “y’gonna be a star, y’know that, angel?” he praises, holding the camera impressively still with one hand as he undoes the button of his jeans with the other, seamlessly slipping his hand under the waistband of his briefs as he releases his firm cock from its confines.

cutely, you wiggled your hips, your pouty lips plagued with a coy smile as your ass brushed against the flushed cameraman’s erect cock. your cute little act quickly came to a halt as he locked his hand around the dip of your waist, pushing his hips closer into you as his dick laid perfectly atop of your ass. a cocky chuckle left the man’s throat as he measured his dick, his mouth watering at how his tip surpassed the top of your ass and rested on your lower back.

your bambi eyes widened at the feeling of his length resting on you, your heart rate increasing as he pulled down your tiny shorts, revealing your bare ass and sweet pussy.

“m’gonna make you a star,” he huffed with a smile, before spitting a glob of warm saliva down the crack of your ass, lowering the camera to catch how it drooled down into your pussy, before tapping his flushed tip against your aching hole.

a squeaky moan left your lips as he slowly pushed into you, your sticky lips parted in pleasure as his flexed arm grips the the couch, your small hand closing over his forearm as the two of you let out satisfied moans. warmed tears were quick to brim around your waterline as he pushed his hips further into yours, the camera now close to your face.

“i love it,” you smiled, your lips stretch into a drunken grin as you pose for the camera, the sounds of the cameraman’s hips slapping into yours now muffled as you focused your fuck-me eyes on the camera.

you knew that you were always meant to be a superstar — no matter what it took, or who you’d meet along the way.

even if it was the eager cameraman who was fucking himself deep inside of you.

[deansbite]

　　　　𝒥𝒞　　｡　　drink up, angel

pairings　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　afab!reader x demon!dean winchester　,　angel!reader x demon!dean winchester

warnings　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　18+ mdni !!　kinktober (ish)　use of nicknames　use of "good girl"　unprotected sex (WRAP IT!!!)　p in v　guilt　degrading　demon!dean (he should have his own warning tbh)　mocking praise　consumption of (demon) blood　sorta virgin!reader (except the vessel isn't)　no prep　descriptive blood　dom!dean　sub!reader

summary　𓎟𓎡 ₊ ˖　despite dean going missing and mysteriously reappearing in the bunker — the thought of him and you together wasn't as bad as you initially thought. Infact, you were probably attracted to it. Despite being the angel everyone expects to be perfect and innocent.

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It was unusual. Well, the eerie silence that filled the bunker from top to bottom. Except for when you stood up and took a step. Every tiny noise echoed — you could drop a feather in the Deans empty room and hear it all the way to the library. That was because Dean had the Mark Of Cain and just so happened to die — which caused the fucking mark to turn him to a demon. Not because of possession, no, it was purely Dean controlling his body.

It was no biggie, because the boys got through thick and thin — except there was maybe a little problem.. It was that you guys couldn't exactly help Dean without Dean there.. present physically — right..? And that's exactly what your problem was — Dean was M.I.A. and nobody had a clue on where he was or with whom he was. And that had a whole search party out for him. Castiel, Sam, Jody, Donna.. every and any hunter would call if they saw him.

That lead to why you were babysitting the bunker. If a hunter called, you'd simply fly there. And Castiel couldn't do it due to some struggles he had with controlling his flying.. and none of you guys could afford a fail. You needed some good news. And you agreed so now you were left pacing around the bunker, every step you took echoing through the bunker.

The clanks of your shoe against the pavement weren't as quiet as you'd expected. It was like you could set off an entire earthquake with each step. God — you were so bored you were analyzing everything and observing to the point where you see things you never did before.

For example, you noticed the amount of books that had a bunch of dust particles on their spines, the top edges and at the bottom of them. And — there was one particular wooden plank in the library that when you stepped over, would groan. There was also a continious hum of the fridge whenever you walked into the hallway and past the kitchen. Which would fade out further down and come at a complete stop when you stood infront of Deans room —

Deans room. A frown settled on your face. You weren't familiar with the human emotions — but you presumed this one could be connected to melancholy you think it was. You've read about that somewhere. It was connected to sadness. But you shouldn't know how that feels.

Like, you were a full blown angel. You shouldn't feel human-like things. You weren't exactly on the rocky, terrestrial planet which was earth every single day. This was actually your first time being here for a longer period of time. All you knew before was that it was a solid and active surface with mountains, valleys, canyons, plains and more. But you never explored much and never felt the desire to do so.

Not until you ended up being asked by Castiel to come down a couple of times. And you agreed hesitantly, it incredibly strange. You were in a vessel, that could describe how you'd look if you were human. But you weren't human.. whatever, that wasn't important. What was important was that during the period where he asked for help, you popped in here and there or when the boys prayed. Not every single time because you had your own things to tend too. But they were grateful for the help.

Despite basically being put on the blacklist now for all the angels and heaven due to you deciding to help the Winchester's and Castiel, which both of them had a reputation of killing a bunch of angels — you felt like it was a sacrifice that was up to you to make. Which you felt proud of making. Because checking in here and there became normal and even something you looked forward too, helping everyone — and may or may not aswell as seeing the older Winchester.

You hadn't known or seen him — heard of, yeah but not met until you helped them out. He was a bit rough around the edges, extremely rude toward you at first — because he didn't trust angels. Which was understandable. With time, he warmed up enough to you to pray as a form of communication on occasion. You'd sometimes move around some objects so he knew you heard. You both had a thing that felt very dear to you. You genuinely would get concerned when you didn't hear from Dean at least once a month.

And you didn't know how to feel about it. Because you weren't human. You didn't have the mind to feel emotions, feel what humans felt. You felt numb to most things. It was a scary thing to experience, because imagine being a loyal and obedient angel — a favorited angel, who was also beloved by many. And then you became fond of humanity. All because of a single human. Hell, if you hadn't met Dean and became who you are today, you'd just consider squashing him like a bug. That's how weak he truly was in comparison to you.

But here you were, have you had an idea of what happiness was? Nope. Sadness? No. Anger? What even are these words? Aren't they just here to describe how someone is acting that? Because your perspective of emotions were blurry — because you don't know what they are enough to really care. You didn't have a grasp on what it was, really.

You saw nothing special about them. Until now. Standing at the doorway of Deans room. Pondering and reminiscing. Your eyes flew from one part of the room to another. The sheets untouched but slightly messy and they had the same note Dean gave Sam before he left on the pillow. His handwriting. He wrote it before he willingly left. You just stood there, unsure of what to think or feel. A moment passed before Deans scent finally hit your nostrils. The aftershave smell, his cologne, a hint of alcohol and a bit of a.. cigarette smell that you could tell just in the slightest bit that humans wouldn't tell.

A memory you had that stuck to you. It was one where Dean would put his duffle bag on his desk before lazily throwing himself on his bed, settling in and getting all cozy. Then you knocked, he'd sigh before telling you an almost inaudible little 'come in' and you'd enter. Dean would ask what you were doing before you asked him a couple of questions. And that night you guys spoke the entire night. It was fun.

You'd genuinely do anything to be able to have a repeat of that event.

A sigh escaped your lips before you made your way back to the library. Just to make sure that nobody called during the time you'd been busy daydreaming or whatever. Once you made it, your hands reached out and grabbed the smartphones, clicking their power button so they turn on, just to get nothing. You were about to just place the phone back on the flat, wooden surface — until you sucked in quite a deep breath, inhaling a familiar smell.

You were about to just brush it off as nothing when it got stronger. Your eyebrows furrowed and you blinked. Thoughts filled your head and you turned your head over your shoulder. Nothing. The distinctive smell started to subside. Okay.. maybe your mind was just playing tricks and you were just paranoid after Deans absence.

Until it came back. Hell, you might even have to say stronger than the first two times. And then it hit you. Aftershave, a cologne you couldn't ever put your finger on what it smelt like, a heavy stench of alcohol and smell of sex — jesus christ, the same hint of cigarettes. And you knew this couldn't be a paranoid joke. Your hands grip tightend on the smartphone.

The recognizable voice chuckled behind you. "Sweetheart, I know you know that i'm here. Don't be shy, show me that pretty face." His voice was mocking, maybe even straight up cruel because of how extreme the way he said it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you had goosebumps. You were certainly terrified — unknowing of what could possibly come your way when it came to Dean as a demon.

"I know you can hear me, c'mon. Pretty angel like you doesn't like to take orders? Hm? What if I was God? Told ya too obliderate all of humanity. Wipe the slate clean. Start over. Or told you to fucking look at me because I won't be asking another time." Deans — demon Deans voice boomed throughout the library. The old you would probably be ignoring him. But you weren't exactly 'the old you'. You were.. simply present you.

So, you spun around on your heels, your eyes taking a moment to drag up from his shoes. And then you met his emerald green eyes. Usually they were majestic and amazing to look at. But this wasn't Dean Dean. Because you saw his piercing eyes and the glint of dark, malevolent emerald green eyes. It left you speechless. And not in a good way. Nope, exactly the opposite.

"Uh huh, following instructions all proper. Makin' me feel all high and mighty, sweets." He let out a low chuckle, his eyes observing you. As if he had an idea that you were probably planning on just getting the hell away. He hummed, clicking his tongue. "Not too fast, Mary. We just reunited, I missed you real bad." He frowned — trying to impersonate being sad.

You just furrowed your eyebrows, clearly displeased. "What're you even planning on doing with me?" He shrugged, "That depends on what you want to do, sweetheart. I don't do shit without consent." You scoffed in amusement. "A demon refusing to do something without consent? What is this? A bad dream?" You quickly shut up when Dean simply glared at you. "I take that back." "Good girl." And that made your knees weak. I mean, fuck it was still the same looking same green-eyed man in front of you, with the same deep voice.

But it wasn't exactly him. You knew that. But was it bad a part of you just.. simply couldn't care less? "I don't want you to do anything." He simply let out a laugh. "Sure. You're a prude anyway, d'you even know what there is for me t'do to you? Like I don't know, show you what sex is, stick my fingers in you or my cock while i'm at it. Betcha would like that." You accidentally choked on your spit at that. "Huh?" You said between some coughs.

"Didn't ya hear me?" He asked, skeptical. A moment passed where you just stared at him, all wide-eyed. "I asked you a fuckin' question." He added, stern now. "Oh — I uh, no I wouldn't —" He didn't respond to that, just took step by step, every step slowly approaching you, the wooden floorboards groaning under his newly added weight. "Y'sure? You wouldn't want me t'just turn you 'round and slip in nnice 'n slow. Wonder if you're tight." You just stared at him, lips parted. He smirked, the right side of his mouth tugging upward.

He then decided to simply lean down, his head closer and closer to yours, lips almost touching. You felt his breath on your lips and he most likely felt yours on his. Your eyes slowly travelled down — they lingered over his nose with the small bump — then his cheeks and nose which had the faintest freckles dusted around and finally down to his plump lips. You cleared your throat. "Just say no 'n i'll leave y'alone." He spoke, his tone mocking as always. "But i'm sure an innocent, perfect little angel like you won't accept big, bad demon like me."

You just noticed him lean in closer, your lips basically touching if either you or him accidentally sneezed. "And? No complaints?" He chuckled, in a cruel way — which you hadn't noticed, but even if you did, you probably couldn't really care less. And he dragged it out, obviously. Just sucking in a deep breath, his eyes darting from your eyes down to your lips. You were sure you were slowly coming to a realization on what you were exactly doing.

But before you had any time to exactly protest, his lips came down, clashing against yours. His hand immediately touching you all over.. singular because his right hand was busy wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly to make your airway a bit tighter. But to necessairily cut it off. He chuckled when your lips vibrated against his because you whined in the kiss — but the kiss trapped the noise from being any louder.

"Thought you were a good lil' angel. Seems like the exact opposite. 'Cause I ain't gonna be nice, baby. Gonna bend y'over on the table, fuck y'all nice 'n good, make sure your brain s'all fuzzy 'n fucked out." He promised. Your lips were chasing his as you both had a hot and sloppy makeout. Deans left hand paused at your clothed ass, just squeezing before pulling away from the kiss.

"Bend over the table." He ordered, his right hand leaving your throat and his left hand hesitantly letting go of your ass before he removed it. "But what about the door anyone could walk i —" He shot you a sharp glare, not before blinking and when his eyelids lifted, his eyes were pure black. No iris in sight. Pun not intended. You gulped and just decided to stay intact before turning back around. Mind you, phone still clenched between your fingers.

Dean wasted no time, his hips ground against yours. Around four layers of clothes not providing the friction he gave. His hand went to your lower back before he slowly bent you over. He had a smug smirk on his face as to how easily you followed along with what he made you do. But you didn't see that because your eyes were currently focused on the bookshelves in front of you. All you could do was hear and wait patiently for something to happen.

And honestly — this whole situation escalated so fast it would probably be a blur by tomorrow. As if it never happened and you would be like those.. drunk people you've seen on the television screens and in bars. At least you hoped so, because you were sure fucking a demon wouldn't exactly be a list of things of what to do as a fucking angel. Besides, maybe it was just the way demon Dean attracted you. He was simply Dean.. just less Dean and add some.. more insanity to him.

You were wondering what Dean was doing before you looked over your shoulder, seeing Dean take in the view. Before his right hand landed on your hip. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. "Uh-huh, a moment 'go you were all whiny 'n bitchy 'bout me fuckin' ya but now you're all slutty, ain't that right?" He just raised his brows. You just rolled your eyes. "Oh? Gonna act all bitchy again?" He tutted, his left hand going to your hair and his fingers wrapped around a good chunk of your hair, he tugged on it.

"Anythin' ya wanna add?" He sneered. You shook your head. Despite being an angel, you still felt the burn of the hair strands being tugged on your vessels head. "No — no." You managed to get out, he seemed pleased enough. "That's what I fuckin' thought." He let go of the pieces of hair, but his hand shoved your head down onto the table. It wad harsh. "Don't move or I swear t'god y'won't be able too anymore."

And you knew he was not joking so you just let the side of your face rest on the wooden table, your hand let go of that phone and they travelled down to the edge of the table, your hands gripped onto it and you weren't exactly experiences in this — but Dean knew what he was doing. You at least assumed — because you weren't sure how this whole thing would go down. "Will this hurt?" "What'dya fuckin' expect?" His response was filled with irritation.

You wiggled your hips as you just heard his belt clanking as he undid it. All you could do pretty much is just wait because you did not want to disobey Dean. "Y'fuckin' want this, right?" He asked which he then grumbled something under his breath. You nodded before he rolled his eyes. "A fuckin' verbal response please?" "Yeah —" And he immediately continued with what he was doing.

You couldn't see anything so after a little, Deans hands went on your body, his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your pants. His hands were warm in contrast of your colder skin. He tugged your pants down as fast as he could. He seemed like he wasn't planning on wasting a single second. Because holy jesus the 180 turns that keep taking you by surprise just keep going. You sucked in a breath when Deans fingers now went to your panties. His index teased your entrance through the thin fabric seperating them.

He then — without much warning pulled your panties to the side with the same index finger, his left hand gripping your hip and his calloused thumb after years of hunting and labor scratched your skin a little. You felt something tease your entrance. A gaspy breath escaped Dean from behind you. "Y'feel so wet. Hopefully s'enough t'act as lube." And then you felt him push in. His tip was in and you let out a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

He chuckled. "Jeez, baby. That fuckin' cunt s'suckin me in perfectly. Clenchin' 'round me real tight, too. Sad your pretty lil' vessel ain't a fuckin' virgin. Woulda enjoyed poppin' two cherries at once." He now pushed in deeper. His right hand went under your shirt, you just now realized because he was groping your boobs, his index and middle finger twisting your nipple as you let out a whine. "Fuck." You exclaimed.

"Real filthy. Never expected an angel like you squeezin' my cock so tight." He taunted, he bottomed out. Your walls clenched around him and relaxed before repeating that action, pants escaped your lips. You could feel every vein, the size of him and the way he almost split you into two. Dean boasted about sex all the time after he slept with girls. You never knew how right he was until now. Because jesus fucking christ you weren't expecting it to feel this good. You were probably zoned out because Dean spanked your ass. "Come back t'me, whore. Stick a fuckin' dick in ya 'n you'll become all inresponsive like a cock whore." He scoffed.

"C'mon, as I was sayin', open up that mouth." He ordered, still deep in you without moving. You fluttered your eyes open, his wrist right in your eyesight. He folded himself over you, his chest flush against your back. His right hand no longer teasing your boobs. Which was probably why his wrist was right in front of you. But it was because he had sliced his skin open a little under. "You're enough of a slut t'take a demons dick. I'll fuckin' move when ya suck on demon blood. Like Sammy, except a pretty lil' thing like y'does it. Drink up, angel." The crimson red substance was right in front of you.

Your eyes widened. "I —" Jesus christ. You were an angel getting dicked down by a fucking demon. You were in far too deep right now. You leaned forward slightly. "That's it, atta girl." He praised, you didn't pay attention to it if it had an underlaying cruel tone under his words. You just focused on the disgusting demon blood you were about to consume. Your lips wrapped around the wound, the iron — y taste immediately sitting on your tastebuds. That's when you didn't even have time to complain about the thick substance you swallowed —

Because Dean pulled all the way out — well, almost because his tip was still in you. Then he slammed his hips forward, you would've moaned had his arm — and blood you were consuming with some dribbling down your chin onto the wooden table — not been muffling you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Fuck, shoulda fucked this pussy a while 'go. Was actually thinkin' bout it." He panted and slowly started a harsh, relentless and fast pace from the get go.

You had time to adjust at the beginning, but now he was just careless, fucking away all and every thought you had. At some point, the table was shaking due to the hard thrusts. Your hips were probably gonna be bruised with the edge of the table digging into your skin.

You heard him groan and gasp behind you, a breathy chuckle escaping him. "So much for innocent angel."

That made you whine — well, as best as you could, still lapping up the blood that was basically like a faucet eacaping him. You were being fucked so good and hard — skin slapping against skin echoing — the light creaks of the table shaking and Deans pants were so incrediblely lewd and loud.

It seemed like there was no end in sight. Except you felt something build up in your abdomen — you weren't sure what it was. If you didn't know how to explain emotions, whatever this was you probably couldn't, either.

You were right there. Until the bunker door opened, your eyes widened and you were surprised Dean didn't even try to stop, he just hummed in amusement. "Hey! We're home —" Sam called out with Castiel whispering something to him. "Yeah — I know." Sam said — probably in response to Castiel. Before he started speaking up once more, his boots clanking against the metal staircase.

"Hello? Anyone home —" Sam's voice died in his throat when Castiels jaw dropped. "Oh." Your eyes flew to them as their eyes were wide. "Oh hey, look. We got an audience. Demon fuckin' an angel in front of their friends. Ain't that funny?" Dean kept going, not a care in the world.

You were fucking embarrassed. And that was for fucking sure.

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I didn't proofread this shit and i quite frankly do not want too I HATE THIS SO SO MUCH but i gotta feed yall </3

tags: @pearlzier @fallbhind @beausling @deanswidow @gibson-g1rl @dollsltt

amab vers: im too fucking lazy for this rn...... leave me alone

[gh0stsp1d3r]

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ angel!r x season one Rafe

To everyone else, you’re the sweetest girl on the outer banks- exuding everything he’s not. When you’re helping a hurt animal on the street, nursing it back to health. Or when you would donate a large sum of money to charities simply because you can. Or when you would use your time to volunteer at children’s shelters, helping the poor little pogues on the cut when no one else will.

The two of you are an unlikely, odd, couple. The gossiping old ladies called you the most “unfitting couple in the obx.”

But their words didn’t matter, because you knew you both fit together like glue. You’re his, and he’s yours. It worked.

Behind closed doors, you and Rafe were also the most passionate couple in the obx.

No one knew how Rafe could do anything to you, and you would thank him. No matter how degrading, nasty, or even insane it sounds.

And Rafe wouldn’t hesitate to do any of it.

Shoving a loaded Glock down your throat while you humped his lap like a damn dog, making you run naked in the woods behind his house while he chased you, spitting on your face and smearing it all over, using you while you slept, finger fucking you in public, fucking you in the ass while he held a knife to your throat, the list can go on.

Though of course no one needed to know that side of you. He’d let you keep up the sweet, little, angel girl act for now, and he could keep the rich, coked up, fuckboy act.

I’m your god

Tattoo artist!rafe x angel reader

[grapejuice32]

Bad Dream

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

warnings: cockwarming

word count: 700+ a/n: angel has a bad dream and just wants to feel close to rafe

You were curled into his side, one of his arms wrapped around you as you slept. His finger trailed aimlessly over the soft skin of your arm while he scrolled on his phone doing something or the other work related. It wasn’t all the late in the night, but you’d been yawning all day, so he told you to just go to bed, and you’d listened. One of your arms was wrapped tightly around a stuffed animal you’d had since you were a child and your other one was thrown over his chest, your hand gripping onto his waist as you slept.

As time ticked on, your breathing became faster and you began to shift in your sleep causing Rafe to become concerned, his phone now turned off and strewn somewhere in the bed with your countless pillows. He pulled you closer to him, hoping it would do something to make you calm again, but to no avail. It wasn’t long before you woke up, tears instantly welling in your eyes and your breathing becoming more erratic. 

He swore to himself as he took in the sight of your distressed state, but spoke up softly, trying not to alarm you. “Angel? ‘s everythin’ okay?” You shook your head, bottom lip trembling. “What happened?” He cooed, trying not to let the state you were in upset him, “Did y’have a bad dream? ‘s that what happened?” You nodded, your breath shuddering as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing. “What d’you need, hm?”

You still didn’t say anything and instead just tugged on his shirt. He understood, quickly pulling it off before following suit and taking your silky pyjamas off of you, gently pulling them off as if he was afraid to break you. You immediately lay yourself on him, the skin-on-skin contact doing wonders for you. He let out a sigh of relief and began to rub his hand up and down your back, his other tangled in your hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

Much to his disdain, your calmed state didn’t last for long as you began to cry again but refused to talk about the nightmare. He ran a hand over his face tiredly, at a loss for how to calm you down, he knew what you needed was to talk about it, but he also knew you and knew you wouldn’t want to talk about it. “What can I do, baby? What can I do t’make y’feel better?” 

You sniffled before speaking for the first time since you’d woken up, your voice coming out as more of a teary whine, “Wanna be closer to you.” He hated that he had to be the barer of bad news and hated that he had to be the one to increase your cries when he told you that this was the closest you could possibly be. You didn’t accept that, “Want you to be closer, don’t want you to leave me.” 

“ ‘m not gonna leave you, baby.” He said softly, “But I can’t possibly get any closer than this I-“ he cut himself off as an idea dawned on him, “Shit okay, c’mere.” He said before trying to take off his boxers, he lifted you off of him, leaving you to sit next to him on your bed, confused. “You wanna be closer?” He asked again, knowing what the answer would be.

You nodded, watching his every movement with wide, teary eyes. You took in the way that he was fully naked, watching as he ran a hand over his length a few times until he was semi-hard, causing you to slowly catch on to what he was doing. He exhaled and beckoned you over with his hand, helping you to pull down your underwear before lifting you into his lap. He carefully sat you on him, his cock warm inside of you, trying not to let the small mewl that left you affect him too much. 

He lay back down, pulling you with him, closing his eyes briefly as you shifted around trying to get comfortable. When you stopped, he reached for your stuffed animal and handed it to you, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your warm breath fanning his skin, damp from your tears. “Better?” he whispered into the air, running his fingers through your hair, just relived you tears had stopped. You sniffled and nodded, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ before letting yourself succumb to sleep again, Rafe following not long after you.

a/n: requests are open