Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!
A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!
Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.
Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.
Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.
He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.
There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.
Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.
The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.
“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.
“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”
The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.