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Imagine Castiel hearing you pleasure yourself

I wrote this for @splendidcas and for me and you and yeah. Tags under the cut

Castiel was trying desperately to ignore your moans of pleasure coming from the room down the hall, cursing his angel hearing. He flipped through the magazine over and over, until he couldn’t handle it anymore. He wanted to blame his vessel on this discretion, but it was the way your voice echoed in his ears, all the way down to his now hard cock. Trying to flood out your whimpers, he clutched the magazine; finally rolling his eyes in false annoyance, he threw it down on the table. His hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his black trousers and let free his hardness. Castiel breath out a sigh of relief as his cock sprang out, he palmed the head gently and slowly worked his hand down his shaft. He let out a soft groan, sliding his right hand up and down his cock. He listened to the sounds coming from your bedroom; a low buzzing from your vibrator and your soft moans. Castiel bit down on his lip, working faster to relieve himself to you pleasuring yourself. He envisioned your naked body, legs spread wide open; your hand moving the sex toy in and out of your tight wet pussy. How he wanted to bury his face between your legs and never leave; his hand worked faster and faster, jerking his hips up in the air. He slammed his left on the table, just as you let out a loud stuttering groan, recognizing the name you called out.

“Oh, Cas…Cas..”

The angel’s eyes rolled back just as he reached the edge, warm cum squirted onto his hand and trousers. Castiel let out a sigh of relief, relaxing back into the chair. He quickly cleaned himself up and tucked his cock back into his pants. He listened for more sounds from your bedroom; the sound of you walking and opening your closet door was all he heard. After a few minutes, he heard your door open and your footsteps moving toward the bunker library; where he was. He quickly grabbed the magazine and pretended to be invested in an article about onset diabetes.  You walked in looking flushed and relax, shocked to see the angel sitting at the table.

“Uh, hey Cas. I didn’t know you were here,” you died internally, wondering if he heard what you were just doing. You had thought you were all alone, the Winchesters had left to the store.

“I’ve been here for quite a while,” Castiel gave you a small knowing smile.

“Oh,” you murmured, because surely he knew. He had to know, with his damn angel hearing. “You..didn’t happen to-”

“I did,” the angel confirmed your terror. “Especially the last part.”

You watched Cas idly flip through the magazine and you swore the handsome angel had a smirk on his face. Completely embarrassed, you rubbed at your neck not knowing what to say.

“Just so you know,” Cas closed the magazine and looked up at you. “I’d be more than happy to take the place of your sexual device.”

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Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Nighttime with Cas

Warning: excessive fluff.

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“I think it’s time for bed,” Cas said suddenly from his chair beside you, closing your lore book for you.

You nodded and squealed out a high-pitched “yeeEESSSS” as you stretched, causing Cas to chuckle. 

“Carry me,” you requested softly, your eyes closed while you stood and held your arms out for him.

Cas rolled his eyes and smiled, picking you up easily into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

“You’re like a spider monkey,” he commented in amusement.

You grinned sleepily, burying your face into his neck as he carried you into your shared bedroom and gingerly tucked you into bed. You didn’t bother changing out of your t-shirt and shorts, instead choosing to watch Cas walk around to his side of the bed and strip down to his boxers before sliding into bed beside you.

“Cas,” you said quietly, resting on your side and scooting so that you were nose to nose with him, playing with his fingers as he locked eyes with you.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, interlacing his fingers with yours and kissing the back of your hand. 

“Where do you go at night?” You knew Angels didn’t sleep, and you didn’t expect him to just lay there all night doing nothing. So you got curious; what did he do all those hours you slept?

“I stay here with you,” he responded easily, his nose nuzzling against yours. “You know I enjoy snuggling.”

You smiled widely, sitting up to lean on your elbow. “Cas, you seriously lay next to me for 5+ hours every single night just to cuddle me?” As adorable as it was, you found it slightly hard to believe.

He smiled. “Not every night,” he admitted. “Sometimes I get up and wander around the bunker or do some reading. But I favor being in here with you.”

You hummed contently in response, snuggling up to his chest and sighing happily when he wrapped an arm around your waist. Before you could close your eyes, his free hand went up to your chin, gently tilting your face up so he could kiss you sweetly. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Light sexual references

Word Count: 562

This is part of my “500 Follower Celebration”. There will be five drabbles in total; fear, happiness, anger, love and sadness. These are just scene shots in the form of drabbles. They may eventually be turned into fics. I hope that you enjoy them and thank you again for following!

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The light streaming in through the window was warm against his skin as he laid there, tangled in the sheets. He sighed at the sensation and opened his eyes to see you lying there next to him with your head against his chest, sound asleep. Your arm was draped over his chest, your hair lying down on your shoulders in soft waves; the curls from last night having fallen down. 

You were perfect.

He couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you sleeping, watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, your heartbeat right next to his.

He gently put his arm around your shoulders and lightly ran his hands down your back, sliding the sheet down to your waist, careful not to wake you.

Last night had been a blur of tuxedos and dresses, champagne and dancing; your smile that lit up the room. 

He only had eyes for you. When you looked up at him the whole world disappeared and it was only you. He had spent the night watching you laugh and dance with everyone in the room. They all wanted time with you. But he was the one who got to take you home at the end of the night.

You shifted closer, sliding your leg over his and moving your hand up his chest. He looked down at the band on your finger and he could feel his heart skip a beat. You were his and he was yours; forever. He had promised to love you through this lifetime and the next. Whatever the future brought for you, he would never leave your side.

He placed his hand over yours and held it there, feeling the love in his heart overflow at the mere thought of being there with you. 

You were so fragile lying there, so very human as you slept against him. He would spend his dying breath keeping you safe. You were everything to him; his world revolved only around you.

He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, smiling even bigger when he saw your eyes flutter and look up at him through a halo of soft waves. Your smile melted his heart as you moved up to place your lips against his, kissing him softly in the early morning light. Sliding his arms around your waist he pulled you up closer, moving your warm body up against his.

He sighed at the touch of your hands against his face and rolled you back so that he was over you.

He broke the kiss and looked down at you in complete awe; the woman who had captured an angel with a smile. He rested on one elbow and cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb across, memorizing every detail. There was no world outside waiting; no people, no danger. There was only you and him, there entwined in a perfect morning of slow kisses and warm sheets.

You placed your hand over his, smiling up at him, whispering ‘I love you’ in the quiet of the morning. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against yours, drinking you in as your bodies moved together. 

For now he was happy. For now he had everything that he had ever wanted. For now there was nothing that could ever come into the world that existed within these four walls.


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Imagine Castiel outing your secret relationship with him

Gif submitted by the beautiful @sortaathief

“So I had her legs wrapped around my head,” Dean’s eyes widen in delight as he recounted last night’s venture. You half listened, eyes glanced over at Castiel; who was standing over Sam as he researched on his laptop. The angel looked at you and smiled softly; you looked down to your lap, trying to hide a smirk.

“And then she did this one thing with her tongue,” Dean groaned in remembrance. You laughed and playfully shoved the hunter.

“Yeah, I heard you,” you smirked.

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Summary: Cas has finally come home after two weeks away, and he can’t wait to play with you. 

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: kitten!play, spanking, oral (male receiving), dirty talk

*nsfw gifs below the cut!!*

A/N: happy smut appreciation day :-)

You sat back on your heels on the bed, joy and arousal pumping through your veins at the sound of Cas’ voice making its way down the hall toward your room.

Castiel was finally back home.

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Originally posted by plandfordumbass

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Angst. 

Word Count: 731

This is part of my “500 Follower Celebration”. There will be five drabbles in total; fear, happiness, anger, love and sadness. These are just scene shots in the form of drabbles. They may eventually be turned into fics. I hope that you enjoy them and thank you again for following!

Have some badass Cas.


Castiel stood there staring at the boys, his expression growing hard as the words spoken still hung in the air. “You were supposed to keep her safe.“ he growled.

Dean stood there with a large bruise gracing his cheek and a split lip while Sam held up a bandage that was soaked red against his collarbone. None of you had realized how many of them had been waiting when you had gone out that night.

Soon after sneaking into the building the three of you had lost track of each other in a flurry of movement; knives swinging, bodies flying, furniture being broken in the fight of good against evil. The chaos had carried from one end of the house to the other, each hunter fighting for their life as the flow of demons continued to run through the building.

You had each prepared as well as you could have, carrying demon blades, holy water and handguns with engraved bullets before walking into what you thought to have been another routine hunt. But word had gotten out about the Winchester’s coming to town and demons seemed to pour in, anxious to take a swing at the trio who had managed to kill so many of them.

Dean stood to his full height, just taller than the angel and glared at him. “We did everything that we could do.” His voice was low and full of anger as he stared into the blue eyes that were beginning to glow in the dimly lit motel room. “You honestly think that I would have let her fight alone if I had a choice?” The hunter and the angel were inches apart, both staring each other down; the tension thick and ready to snap.

Sam placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder to try to hold him back; to keep him from exploding. “Look, Cas” he started “There were too many of them and we all got separated. And before we knew it she was gone.”

Cas didn’t take his eyes off of Dean as he felt his vessel’s hands tighten into fists. He had trusted them to watch over you; to protect you. He had let you go with them on the one condition that they not let you out of their sight. His rage was growing by the second as he stood there, his grace buzzing frantically within the confines of this body. There had been underground rumors that the Winchesters had been in league with angels, and they were about to find out exactly how right they had been. The wrath of this one seraph would be enough to be heard from the four corners of the earth.

“We’ll find her” Dean snapped as he continued to stare him down, ignoring the ache of his broken ribs “They aren’t going to lay a finger on her.”

“She’s in this mess because of you.” Sam had never heard Cas’ voice like that, the tension of his words flickering in his jaw “You’ve done enough. I will find her myself.” And with that he disappeared from the room, leaving Dean to shout towards the heavens.

Cas closed his eyes and honed in on your voice; the world around him a blur as he heard your quiet string of prayers, pleading words muttered from your dreams in a state of unconsciousness.

He opened his eyes to find himself standing in front of the abandoned house where they had taken you. The sky was suddenly lit up by violent lightning breaking across the sky, the thunder rolling and making the ground tremble from the force. His wings stretched out behind him, unfurling in a fierce display to those who had provoked his anger.

He could hear your faint breathing coming from inside, the slow, strained beating of your heart carrying over the crack of lighting that sounded above him again.

The angel blade fell from his sleeve and he gripped the handle with white knuckles, preparing for battle as he listened to the sound of your labored breathing. Your pain only fed his anger as the intensity of his grace sent another roll of thunder, shaking the ground beneath his feet. He took satisfaction only in knowing that the ones who had dragged you here, the ones who had dared entice the anger of a warrior of heaven, would soon be nothing more than the charred remains of hell.


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Imagine Dean being turned on by the way you eat.

“Here ya go, sweetheart,” the waiter smiles at you as he sets a plate of ribs in front of you, “It’s nice to see a girl with a good appetite.” He winks at you, before putting down Dean’s plate hastily in front of the hunter.

“Thanks, we’re going to need more napkins,” you smile politely, wanting him to go away. He nods and walks away.

“What a douchebag,” Dean grumbles, taking a sip from his beer.

“Why? Cause’ he was flirting with me? I am single, Dean,” you point out, “Plus, I don’t see anyone else trying to snatch me up,” shrugging you look down at the large plate of food. You were damn famished after a long two day hunt with Dean, it was nice to have an actual meal.

“Just enjoy your food, sweetheart,” Dean smiles, not wanting to ruin the mood.

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Back to the Future: Part 2

Summary: You attempt to explain your pregnancy to the boys.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.4k (sorry it’s a little short!)

Warnings: language


Originally posted by magneticcas

You tried to swallow your nerves, your eyes avoiding the Winchesters and especially Castiel as they all stared at you with expressions of concern.

“Any reason you brought us all in here?” Dean asked, watching you carefully as he sat next to Sam and Cas at the library table.

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Loud and Clear

Castiel x Reader : Fluff.

A chance meeting on the bus with a certain angel.

Song played is ‘Waltz Sleeping Beauty’ by Tchaikovsky. I listened to this version here. You can blame this entire fic on the fact that I’ve been binge listening to Your Lie in April soundtrack. 

The piano. Fingers gracefully hitting every key perfectly. Up beat, abrasive at first. You moved your own fingers as if you were playing. Then it slowed down, the song became a familiar tune. Softly beautiful as you closed your eyes and played to an invisible piano, invisible crowd. Your wrist flickered with pain, but it goes unnoticed.

This was the only way you would ever play a hall again, the only way.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder that jerked you from your fantasy.

It was a cold day in November, as you opened your eyes and looked to the assailant who broke you from the music. Blue eyes.

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Sana, Sana

Castiel x Reader fluff.

“Sana sana colita de rana; si no sanas hoy, sanara manana.” A saying I heard a lot growing up in a Mexican household.

You stumbled out of the bar, Dean at your side. The two of you were disgusting drunk and were followed by Sam and Castiel, the latter completely sober.

“You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby. There was somethin’ missin’,” Dean and you sang out loud and totally out of key to the sky.

“Sam, what are they singing?” Castiel looked over to the hunter, who just smirked.

“REO Speedwagon.”

“You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe. But you didn’t listen!” You screamed out the lyrics, while trying to hold on to Dean who was stumbling just as much as you. The two of you starting laughing and singing all the way to the motel room a block down. Sam and Cas trailed behind the two of you, talking amongst themselves and keeping an eye on Dean and you.

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Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Mornings with Cas


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“Good morning, my love,” Cas whispered, his hands running up and down your sides to gently rouse you from sleep.

You groaned, turning over on your side to face Cas but refusing to open your eyes. You snuggled deeper into the blanket, and Cas smiled in amusement. 

“You need to wake up, my love,” he coaxed, leaning down and moving the blanket aside to kiss down your neck. “Sam and Dean need us for a hunt in about an hour.”

You hummed, tilting your neck to the side to grant more access but still refusing to open your eyes. When Cas stopped kissing you, you grunted in disappointment.

Cas chuckled. “I won’t continue until you’re up, Y/N.”

You stubbornly turned on your side away from Cas with a huff.

“Alright, I suppose I’ll have to use the hard way.” And with that, he immediately began tickling your sides, causing you to shoot up and squeal, flailing your arms as you laughed. He was grinning ear to ear, the sound of your laughter spreading an unexplainable warmth through his chest.

“CAS! No, stop!” you squealed, flailing with laughter as he pulled you into his arms. You were straddling his lap now, panting and grinning widely as you looked at your Angel.

He was smiling affectionately at you, lifting a hand to move your hair out of your face. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you smiled. You leaned in and rested your forehead on his, sighing happily. “Do we really have to go on that hunt?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Cas replied, his lips brushing yours. “But not yet. I’d like to spend some time kissing you first, if that’s alright with you.” 

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That’s definitely alright with me.”

And with that, his lips were on yours.

You were late to the hunt that day.

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Being With Cas (A Drabble Series): Baking with Cas

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“Crack one more egg,” you instructed, watching Cas carefully crack an egg into the bowl for your cake batter. “Good! Now, we use the mixer and then pour it into the pan and it’ll be ready to bake.”

Cas nodded, grabbing the mixer and turning it on as you held the bowl steady. As soon as the spinning mixer touched the batter, it went splattering everywhere, speckles of batter getting all over you, Cas and the kitchen walls. 

“Shit!” you exclaimed, both you and Cas laughing as he turned it off.

“I think you have some on your face,” he teased with a smile, his thumb wiping away some of the batter on your cheek as he locked eyes with you. 

“I think you do too,” you said quietly. Your hand reached behind him and dipped into the flour before placing a dot of it on his nose. “Right there.”

Cas went cross-eyed as he stared at the flour at his nose. You giggled and he looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he warned, grabbing a handful flour and advancing on you. 

You grinned and ran away from him, laughing hysterically as he chased after you and tossed flour at your back. A squeal left your lips when his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and lifted you into the air, twirling you around in a circle. 

“Got you,” he said quietly, placing you back on the ground and booping your nose, covering the tip of it with flour. 

You grinned widely, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cas immediately dropped his handful of flour onto the floor, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.


Dean’s loud voice startled the two of you away from each other, and you turned to see a very angry Dean glaring at you both.

“You two better clean this kitchen,” he warned, pointing his finger at you and Cas. “Friggin’ animals.”

Cas turned to you and smiled as Dean walked away grumbling to himself. “I think we should bake more often.”

You smiled, nuzzling your flour-covered nose with his. “I completely agree.”

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Imagine Getting Dean to Apologize to Cas After a Fight


Warning: heated makeout session, some groping I guess. 

Based off of the preview for tomorrow night’s episode!


Cas sighed as he sat next to you in the backseat before finally speaking. “What do you want to know?”

“Oh look, he speaks,” Dean spoke sarcastically from the front, earning a glare from Cas.

“Dean, stop being an ass. Just apologize,” you said, standing up for your Angel.


You sighed before turning to Cas, lifting your hand and gently pulling his face toward yours. You smiled at seeing his features instantly soften as he looked into your eyes.

“Follow my lead and don’t stop until Dean apologizes, ok?” you whispered, leaning in at Cas’ confused nod and kissing him deeply. 

His soft lips moved easily against yours as your tongue slid against his, and a quiet grunt erupted from Cas’ throat.

“Hey!” Dean shouted as he glanced in his rearview mirror at the two of you making out. “No making out in Baby!”

You and Cas promptly ignored him, your kisses turning into a full on heated makeout session as Cas gripped your hips and began to lower you down onto the seat.

Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked out the window in an attempt to ignore you and Cas, but Dean’s anger only grew, his hands gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles were white. 

“Don’t make me turn this damn car around!” 

Cas pulled his lips off of yours only to attach himself to your neck, making you groan. 

“Not until you apologize,” you gasped out, your eyes closing as Cas attacked your sweet spot. 

Dean’s jaw clenched in irritation as he stared down the road, wanting to be stubborn. But your loud groan as Cas squeezed your breast was the last straw.

“ALRIGHT, I’m sorry!” he shouted in defeat. “Now would you please keep your fucking hands to yourselves?”

Cas finally pulled away from you, a smirk on his face as he kept his eyes on yours. “Apology accepted.”

And with that, Cas flew you back to the bunker, ready to finish what the two of you started in the backseat.

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Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Days Off with Cas

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Originally posted by ardysgurl

“What about that one?” you asked, pointing to the red bird sitting in a tree branch a few yards from you and Cas. You kept your arm looped through your Angel’s, leaning your head on his shoulder.

It was a rare day off of hunting for you and Cas, and on special days like this, Castiel liked to surprise you and take you to different places that you had never been before. Today, Cas had taken you to a botanical garden, famous for it’s beautiful, scenic nature walks that were filled with different kinds of plants and flowers to look at. 

“That one is a summer tanager,” Cas replied easily, watching the bird fly off.

A grin spread across your face. “Tell me its scientific name.”

Cas sighed playfully, a hint of a smile on his face. “Piranga Rubra.”

You let out a giggle, squeezing his arm affectionately. Cas’ smile widened at the sound of your laughter as he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together before he continued to lead you down the path. 

“Cas, look at those flowers!” you exclaimed, walking over to a patch of beautiful, deep blue flowers in the grass. 

“Those are called ‘gentians’,” he replied, smiling at your excitement.

“They remind me of you; they match your eyes,” you noted, picking one and putting it next to his eyes. “Yep, a perfect match.” 

Castiel smiled bashfully before looking around and walking over to a bush of pink peonies. He picked one and brought it over to you, unable to get rid of the shy smile on his face. “These remind me of you.”

You grinned. “Why’s that?” 

“Because they’re almost as beautiful as you,” Cas replied, leaning in and kissing your cheek sweetly. 

You nudged his shoulder playfully before burying your face in his chest. “You’re making me blush.”

Cas chuckled, wrapping his arms around you before the two of you set off to finish the nature walk, hand in hand, holding on to your flowers. 

Cas made a mental note to make you blush more often.

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Back to the Future: A New Cas Series Coming Soon!

Imagine being in love with Castiel when Zachariah sends you and Dean to 2014.

Imagine meeting future Cas and making love with him.

Imagine coming back to the present and finding out you’re pregnant.

Originally posted by jensenacklesmishacollins

those on my Cas taglist will automatically be tagged, but if you’d like to be added to this series taglist, let me know!

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Being With Cas: A Drabble Series!

hey friends, so here’s a fluffy drabble series about what it’s like to be Cas’ girlfriend and the little moments spent with him on a daily basis. I have no end in sight for it; as long as I keep finding ideas, I’ll keep writing drabbles. 

Here are the drabbles I’ve got planned so far: 


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A Lost Bet

Requested By: @bkwrm523

Drabble Prompts: “Wait a second, are you jealous?” AND “Come over here and make me.”

Pairing: Cas x reader

A/N: nsfw warning *dryyyyy humpppiiinngg*. most of it under the cut bc I don’t know how to keep things short apparently hahah.


“I’m telling you, Y/N, Cas likes you,” Dean said, tossing back another shot at the booth you, him and Sam were sitting in.

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes, taking your shot. “He can barely look me in the eye.”

“It’s cause you make him nervous,” Sam smirked.

You furrowed your brow, and Dean cut you off before you could say anything. “Seriously. But if you walked over and talked to one of those guys at the bar, I guarantee he’d suddenly appear and rip the guy a new one.”

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