god!stiel

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Dean Winchester x Reader

May 3rd 2007

Kink #1 - Kiss You Everywhere (1), Can You Handle It? (2)

This is Our Heaven?

Alive Again

Better Keep Quiet, Baby

Always Have Been

Kink #85 - 2:54am

Kink #4 - One For The Road 

Professor Dean Series

Yes, Professor

The Art of Lying

The Art of (Almost) Seducing Your Professor

The Art of Actually Seducing Your Professor

The Bustle of University Life

How Can the Theatre Go Wrong?

What Counts as a White Lie?

Pumpkins and Maids Outfits

When Lying Goes Wrong

And I’m Trying to Find My Peace of Mind

More Than You Bargained For?


Sam Winchester x Reader

We Should Start Thinking About Names

“Tonight”

So Worth It

If The Tent’s A-Rocking and Sam Comes A-Knocking

Stay

Kink #36 - Enough to Distract You (Against the Wall)

Kink #1 - Kissing 101 with Sam Winchester

1921 Is A Good Year

Salt N’ Lime


Castiel x Reader

Memory or not?

Kink #13 - Temptation to Sin and The Indulgent Sinner

Kink #9 - Following Instinct

Kink #6 - Patience is a Virtue Even God(Stiel) Does Not Possess

Be Still (1) Your Turn Y/N (2)

Can You Hear Me?


Charlie Bradbury x Reader

If The Tent is A-Rocking, Don’t Come A-Knocking

If The Tent’s A-Rocking and Sam Comes A-Knocking


Abaddon x Reader

Dangerous Situation

An Acquired Taste


Gadreel x Reader

Kink #16 - Thank God for Dean Winchester and His Meddling

Kink #32 - In a Hurry

Kink #6 - Patience is a Virtue Even God(Stiel) Does Not Possess

Pairing: Godstiel (Castiel as God from s7) x Reader

Word count: 4300 (oops)

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Profanity, oral sex (reader giving and receiving), the smut takes place in a church, use of the ‘c’ word. Excessive smut, dom!Cas.

A/N: This took me such a long time to complete but I’m fairly happy with how it turned out! I’m working on some more fics and hopefully they’ll be done quicker than this was! :)

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Good and Evil II M!A

One angel stood glaring coldly at his exact opposite from across the room, cracking his knuckles threateningly. Obviously, he was displeased about his wings being clipped, and had nowhere else to go.

“Is something the matter? You seem tense.” Good Castiel frowned if only for a second, before the carefree and dazed smile was etched into his face again, “Do you want some coffee?”

The filthy and unsettling glare he got in return was answer enough.

He opened his mouth to reply, closed it, and rose from his seat. “I’ll… make coffee.”

This is what my brain does when I sleep.

This is the dream I had about God!stiel.

It begins during the scene in the laboratory, where he shows up filled with souls and declares himself God. And he tells Sam and Dean and Bobby to bow down in worship for him, and Bobby drops to his knees. He can see they don’t mean it, though, they don’t love him like you’re supposed to love Him.

And then Godstiel gets thinking about how that doesn’t matter, he can MAKE them love him. He can MAKE everyone love him. And he does, and everything works for a while. He has his perfect kingdom, and he fixes everything, and the world works just how he imagines.

Only every time, something goes wrong, maybe he looks at Sam and Dean and Bobby and he knows that the only reason they care right now is because he changed reality so that they would, and so they’re not really them because they’re his own creations, and as an angel he doesn’t have the kind of creative power to make a person with any depth, they’re just two dimensional images of the people whose opinions he cares about, so he goes back in time to that moment in the lab and tries again.

And again,

And again,

And again and again.

And eventually, they’re back at that moment in the lab, and he’s lived this scene a hundred times over, and he finally says,
‘Stand up. There’s no point if you don’t mean it.’
And events after that play out pretty much how they do in the show.

Imagine a stand off with God!stiel...

“Cas, come on, snap out of it, you’re killing people!” You said shaking your head in disbelief. He was definitely far from the sweet angel that you knew now… He was a monster. The kind you usually put down.

“So?” He said with a smile that made your stomach churn.

“Damn it Cas. It’s taking every ounce of me to not… not…” You stuttered.

“Not what? You really are wasting my time.”

“Not slap you round the face you arrogant little shit.” You felt your eyes go wide at your small outburst. With Cas in this state, who knew what he could do?

“What a brave little ant you are, but you know what more evolved species do to ants?” He rotated his foot a little in emphasis.

“I’m not an ant.” You half snarled as you carefully reached into your pocket for any form of weapon.

“Hm. Maybe not… However, I’m God and you, Y/N, are a nuisance.”