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Jealousy is a Blue-Eyed Monster
Pairing: CastielXReader

A/N: Smutty smut smut warning, mature readers only please. Mild Dom!Cas. It’s slightly longer, so I’m throwing in a Keep Reading break before the smut, so, you know, keep reading! One-shot written for @roxy-davenport ’s Lexie Carver SPN Writing Challenge. Prompts - #62 “Are you jealous?” and #54 “Did you write me a love letter?”

“And this one is courtesy of a shifter in Portland three years ago, no four,” you lifted your tank top up, revealing a straight line milky scar stretching from your armpit to under your breast, “Strong bastard, turned my knife on me. It was a clean cut - I’d just sharpened the blade.”

Dean leaned closer to examine the scar, pursing his lips in approval, “Nice work, did you stitch it yourself?”

“Super glue and duct tape,” you grinned, “Trick I picked up from Bobby.”

Dean whistled, “Impressive, but I’ve got better.” He jumped up, unzipping his jeans and dropping them down to reveal his boxers. He lifted one leg up on the couch next to you, peeling the boxers up his thigh to reveal a quarter-sized dense purple marbled scar.

“What the hell?” You ran you fingers inquisitively over the scar, “That’s no bullet or stab wound.”

“Arrow, tipped with flaming holy oil,” a proud smirk plastered across his face, “And FYI, don’t ever give Sam a crossbow.”

“Friendly fire! You win!” Laughing, you threw your hands up in the air, conceding defeat.

Dean chuckled, fishing his discarded pants off the floor, “Loser makes the beer run.” He winked at you, grabbing a bottle off the table and taking the last swig.

“What is going on here?” Cas’ gravelly voice boomed the instant he appeared, taking in the sight of you and Dean, stripped down to your skivvies. He glared at Dean angrily, jaw clenched.

You flinched at the harsh tone of his voice, peeking over the couch back to look at him. In the shadows behind him, you could almost make out the outline of his wings spanning threateningly across the room.

“Woah, nothing happened Cas,” Dean raised his arms in surrender and backed several steps away from you, “Innocent fun comparing old scars.”

Both Dean and Cas’ postures relaxed as you looked between them, noting with curiosity that they shared a brief look of unspoken understanding.

“Actually, I think I’ll make the beer run, grab some fresh air,” Dean collected his shirt from the arm of the couch, pointing at you, “You owe me one.”

You lifted your chin and nodded - watching as Dean exited the room, giving Cas a wide berth.

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The Antithesis of Nobility Part 2

Cullen X Kelandris X Annabel OT3 fic co written by me and @inner-muse

Part 2 of 4 - A VERY dark au centring on the two lady Trevelyan’s being held prisoner by Lord Tristan who has some twisted scores to settle.

Will Cullen and the Inquisition be able to rescue them in time? 

Part 1 is here and both can be read on AO3 here

Warning: This fic contains violence, graphic torture, swearing, heavy angst and is just evil. This series is for mature readers only. You have been warned. 

Part 2

“Good afternoon, Kelandris.” Lord Tristan’s silky greeting drifting through the cell door’s peephole jolted her from a restless half doze. Her head snapped up, heart pounding. “How are we feeling today?”

“You little shit!” The epithet slipped out before she could censor herself. She was too on-edge, too wrung out from the endless waiting… she jerked uselessly against her bonds as the door behind her opened with a screech of steel on stone. Light flooded the room, making her flinch.

“My, such language. Aren’t you supposed to be a lady?”

She gritted her teeth, forcibly regaining control of her temper. She would not let him get to her. She refused to give him that satisfaction.

“In any case, I have someone here who’s just dying to meet you – I’m told he is the best in the industry.” A burly man in dark overalls followed her captor into the cell, eyeing her impassively. A shudder ran down her spine but she hid her fear behind a mask of disdain.

“I should have guessed you’d be afraid to get your hands dirty. A pleasure, Ser— I always enjoy meeting the scum of the earth.”

The noble brat spun from where he’d been lighting the torches. “I’ve also been informed that if you scream loud enough, he’ll let you have some water,” he snarled, sounding peeved. “Isn’t that right, Sid?”

Any possible retort she could’ve made was lost as her body suddenly reminded her just how long it had been since she’d had anything to eat or drink. She coughed and the lordling smiled. Her eyes followed him warily as he wandered over to the laden table.

“So many choices… What do you recommend? You’re the expert, after all,” he mused, glancing at the silent “Sid.” Instead of an answer, the grizzled lackey – torturer – simply handed him a scalpel. He chuckled lightly and wandered around behind her. Her skin crawled as he passed out of her field of view; she couldn’t stop her tremor as she felt the blade at her throat. The touch of steel was not enough to break the skin, but it sent a message just the same: she was at his mercy.

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Need: Redux
Pairing: CastielXReader

A/N: One-shot explicit fluff – mature readers only!

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You dreamed of his hands snaking over you – your body writhing in pleasure as he rubbed circles around each of your nipples in turn. His soft full lips peppering your skin with wet kisses. The feel of your sweat slicked bodies rolling together - moaning in friction. The way he growled when you raked your nails across his back. The fluttering sound of his wings.

Castiel appeared beside the bed - a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he observed you dreaming of him. It had been weeks since he last parted from you, but even the turmoil in heaven could keep him away only so long when you dreamed so vividly…so, loudly.

His deep blue eyes met yours as he darted his tongue between your folds. His tongue, soft as a feather, tickling your clit. His fingers slipping into you, curling inside your heat – beckoning you over the edge.

You moaned lowly, fists clenching the sheets. Castiel sighed deeply, his arousal growing as he watched what the mere thought of him did to you.

His lips crashed into yours as he plunged his cock into you with a growl – his head falling to your neck, grunting, fingers digging into your waist as he pounded into you - your hips rolling to meet every thrust. You clenched around his throbbing cock – tumbling into orgasm again as his thrusts became sloppy and he found his own release, groaning out your name.

You gasped, arching your back, the air catching in your throat. Castiel couldn’t stand by any longer. The scent of your dripping arousal, heavy in the air, filled his nose. With a needy growl, he crawled over you and began pressing tender open mouth kisses across your neck, swiping his tongue along your collar bone, relishing the taste of salt on your skin. You gradually roused from sleep as he continued his gentle ministrations. Your nose catching his scent, the sweet earthy smell in the air after a thunderstorm ends, before your eyes fluttered open.

A sleepy grin spread across your face as you carded your fingers through his hair, “Castiel.”

A happy sigh rumbled through his chest as he exhaled into your neck, “Y/N.”

You pulled the full weight of him on top of you – his body instantly relaxing into your curves. He really was here - you weren’t dreaming anymore. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace, burying your face in his hair and inhaling deeply.

After allowing you a few breaths, he shifted - propping himself up on his elbow as he brushed the hair out of your face. His blue eyes, pupils blown with desire, met yours, “Y/N, I…”

You caught his words with a kiss - his lips smiling back against yours. The fact that he missed you, and you missed him went without saying. The physical needs you had were a far more pressing matter. You curled your hand around his neck as he parted his lips, deepening the kiss as you explored each other’s mouths. You parted with a gasp for air, as he rested his forehead against yours, both of you savoring the feeling of being together – knowing the moment would pass all too soon.

So, I found this at the Goodwill Store. Yep, that’s a corgi on the cover!
This book is part of a series of romance novels about a morally bankrupt woman who dies young, but gets the chance to redeem herself in the afterlife… by returning to Earth in the form of a fat corgi named Piggy who must help her lonely owners find love.

This author sure knows how to write corgis!

P.S.: Mature readers only, please ;)
Submitted by ms-cherry-tart