Hold Me Down (Sastiel)

Prompt:
Sastiel Wall!Sex, Sam pinning Cas to a door or the wall and holding his wrists together up above his head as he fucks him, head dipped down level with Cas’ ear as he whispers in Latin what he’s got in store for the angel, nipping along Cas’ neck as he moves a hand between them to stroke Cas, while Cas is reduced to panting and soft moans and other nonsensical sounds, the only coherent word is Sam’s name being murmured over and over like a silent prayer


There’s something about the way it feels to have Sam’s large hands holding him down as he fucks into him that just turns Cas on.

And it doesn’t matter how they do it.

Whether they’re on the bed, Cas on his back.  His legs hooked over Sam’s shoulders as the younger Winchester eats him out.  Tongue pressing against Castiel’s tight hole as he slowly works him open. Licking along the rim before pressing further in, slipping in a finger as well as he preps him painstakingly slow. One hand pinning Cas’ hip to the bed to keep from bucking up as he adds a second finger.  How he can feel Sam’s mouth curve into a smile against his thigh as he gasps while two fingers crook inside him, brushing over his prostate.

Or when Sam’s got him on his knees, hands braced against the headboard as he fucks into him from behind.  The way he drapes himself over Cas, a hand wrapped around Cas’ wrist, the other stroking the angel’s cock as he sucks at the base of Cas’ neck.  He enjoys the feel of Sam’s body framing his, how Sam’s broad chest feels against his back while he thrusts, voice coming out in a roughened manner as he whispers the few phrases he’s learned in Enocian from Cas.

Then there’s the times Sam lays back and has him do all the work.  How Sam will look up at him, hands gripping his waist while watching Cas ride him.  The way his breath will hitch when Sam bucks up into him, heels of his feet digging into the mattress for leverage to get a better angle. How Sam flushes, looking up at him through long lashes as he murmurs how beautiful Cas looks like that.  The way Sam babbles on about how good Cas looks riding his cock, till his words are coming out in breathy moans.

But the times Cas loves best, is when he’s got his back against the wall and Sam presses his body against him.  Those frantic moments when they’ve barely gotten inside the door before Sam is kissing him as if his life depends on it.  When buttons are nearly ripped off because of how eagerly they’re attempting to rid themselves of the extra layers. When Sam lifts him up and presses him up against the wall, pinning his wrists together with one hand above his head. The attention to detail Sam plays as he kisses along his jaw moving down his neck, lightly nipping at the exposed flesh. How he rocks his hips up, snaking a hand between them to stroke Cas while he fucks.  The way it makes his breath hitch as Sam shifts his hips thrusting in deeper, leaving Cas with the brain capacity to only pant out Sam’s name like a silent prayer while he’s fucked against the wall. How Sam sucks on the lobe of Cas’ ear right before he murmurs I love you, wrist twisting as he strokes Cas faster.

Cas just can’t help it.  Between Sam’s voice and touch all but consuming him, the angel feels his body shuddering as he cums with a gasp of Sam, lashes fluttering shut as his head tips back against the wall and his body goes lax as he basks in his orgasm.  Sam has that effect on him, makes him come undone and leaves him panting trying to catch his breath. And when they’re done Sam will let go of his wrists, or hips, or thighs, whatever he’s got a hold of, and he’ll press a kiss over the skin while he gets Cas cleaned up.

And while Castiel is an angel of the lord and could easily overpower any human if he so wished to do so, he likes these moments best, when he can relinquish control over to Sam.

Epic

The Benefits Of Gatorade (SPN RPS)

Title:The Benefits Of Gatorade

Fandom: Supernatural RPS

Pairing: Matt Cohen/Richard Speight Jr, Matt Cohen/Misha Collins

Summary: The one where late night Twitter convos turn into smut for the SPN cast or where drunk Matt finds himself in a bit of a pickle backstage

Warning: Drunkenness, backstage groping, drunken kisses, possessive behavior, marking, slash, RPS

A/N:This all started from late night Twitter conversations, because of course everything makes much more sense at 3am, so after getting people excited with running headcanons on what would happen if Misha and Matt kissed I got talked into writing this…well not so much talked as urged since I was on the fence (it didn’t take much urging)

this is the first time I’ve ever written Matt or Richard, and honestly I had no clue what I was doing, this was a new style of writing for me so I hope it turned out to everyone’s liking

also, since she doesn’t have an AO3 account and ff.net refuses to allow RPS, this is dedicated to Lexy, the Gabriel to my Lucifer who helped inspire a lot of this…also she’s the girl who gave Richard a sonnet (dedicated to his perfect ass) after karaoke IRL, which is why I made mention to it in this fic


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Title: Claiming and Mating

Pairing: Samifer (Sam/Lucifer)

Rating: R

Summary: Archangels were considered Heaven’s most powerful weapons. Of course no one knew of the secret among them, and why not? It was so well-kept, but really nothing can stay a hidden forever.

Warnings: slash, alpha/omega, heat cycles, mating, impregnation, mpreg, knotting, bottom!Lucifer, Top!Sam holy fuck my brain is like a porn shop

A/N:honestly, I don’t even know. I just really wanted bottom Lucifer, and then my muse decided “hey, you’ve never written and alpha/omega fic before….this is gonna be that fic” so then this happened…not sure what to think really

also the time explanation. That’s based off of Dean’s 4 months in Hell being equivalent of 40 years…so me being the type of person I am decided in class to figure out just what that came down to seconds on Earth compared to Hell. I didn’t have a calculator so it’s rounded up to whole numbers


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I Miss You (Sastiel au)

Title: I Miss You
Pairing: Sastiel (Sam/Castiel)
Summary: Sam gets a text that makes him smile
Rating: G
Warning: slash, mentions of mpreg, AU (Lawyer!Sammy & Stay-at-home-dad!Castiel)
A/N: honestly don't know what happened, I saw a pic of Misha and West in the kitchen, you know the one where Misha says he's teaching his son to do manly things too, and my brain went "That's domestic Sastiel right there"
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another headcannon

Samifer

5. Angel blood is twice as addictive as demon

In all honesty, it’s an accident the first time it happens. 

Even after a few millennia in the pit, even Lucifer can still have a slip up every now and then. He’s trying to make Sam break, wants desperately to see the younger Winchester succumb to his will. 

Sure he can take it, there’s nothing stopping him, big brother Michael is sulking in the corner, Adam no more than a drooling mess on the floor. There’s no one to dictate what he wants to do, this is after all his domain. So when he approaches Sam with a straight razor in hand, the only thing the hunter can do is swallow and accept the fact that Lucifer intends to mark him as his own.

He flicks open the razor, just like any other time before, only this time he nicks his thumb on the blade. Cursing softly he drops the razor looking at his hand as a line of red appears across his thumb running down his wrist.

He’s so focused on the fact that he’s bleeding, that he doesn’t notice the way Sam is looking at him.  How Sam’s eyes are focused on his hand, watching the line of blood as it drips off his finger. It’s not until he hears a low whining sound that he looks up and notices the lust in Sam’s eyes, and well isn’t that quite the promising sight?

He follows Sam’s sight smirking a bit when he realizes what’s caught his interest. “Hmm, I can work with this,” he murmurs smirking a bit at Sam. The younger Winchester simply licks his lips pupils blown wide.

Bringing his hand within Sam’s reach he watches with delight as he strains against his bindings leaning forward for a taste.  He humors him, letting Sam get a hold of his arm, licking up along his palm till Sam is suddenly sucking at the pad of his thumb, tongue eagerly lapping at the trail of blood.

Lucifer quickly snaps Sam out of his bindings handing over the straight razor has he drags Sam by his shirt to the bed. T

he first time was an accident, but one time is all it took.

Now when Lucifer lays spread eagle on the red satin covered bed propped up on one elbow dangling the razor out towards Sam, it’s no accident. Sam’s eyes darken with lust as he crawls on the bed between Lucifer’s legs reaching out for the razor. 

The first marks are superficial. Nothing more than crisscrossing lines over the fallen angel’s chest. Sam moves downwards along Lucifer’s belly next, bending forward, dragging his tongue over the lines of red that appear against Lucifer’s pale skin.

Lucifer gasps hips rocking forward a bit impatient wanting Sam to move further down.

Sam smirks, he gets the upper hand in these moments and he’s not likely to waste that.  He moves up to rest on his haunches grinning down at Lucifer as he brandishes the razor. Lucifer spreads his legs farther apart looking up at Sam with a mix of anger at being teased and an edge of desperateness. Sam just smirks wider as he makes tiny marks along Lucifer’s right forearm lapping up the blood that pools off the cut before moving to the other side.

He’s got the devil gasping beneath him, hips bucking upwards seeking friction. They could go on like this for what seems like hours, but tonight is different. Tonight Lucifer is feeling needy and as much as Sam would love to keep him hanging on the edge for hours he’s feeling a little charitable.

Dancing the razor over Lucifer’s heart he carves a jagged ‘SW’. He knows the mark will be gone in the morning, but right now the bloodied outline of his initials showing up against Lucifer’s chest sends heat pooling in his gut and he needs his angel now. Tongue tracing over his handiwork he rocks his hips against Lucifer one hand ghosting over the devil’s entrance as his other pins Lucifer’s wrist to the bed over his head.

When they’re like this, already so needy, desperately rocking against one another, it doesn’t last long. Lucifer whines, already painfully hard from Sam’s marks and careful attention with his tongue, and now that Sam is suddenly grinding down against him, it doesn’t take much to send him over the edge. Gasping he closes his eyes tossing his head back as he cums hard against Sam, body tensing as he shudders while Sam sucks at his initials, hips grinding down.

It doesn’t take Sam much longer before he’s cumming to, the sounds Lucifer makes alone while Sam laps at the cuts has him aching. Between the grinding and the way Lucifer moves a leg to pull their groins closer together is what does Sam in. He cums hard, teeth sinking into Lucifer’s shoulder earning him a yelp in response.

Once he’s come down from his orgasmic high, he releases Lucifer’s wrists flopping to the side of the still prone devil. Breathing heavily Lucifer turns to look at Sam, lips stained a shade of red from Sam’s own blood tainted lips.

Leaning forward Sam kisses Lucifer tongue dragging over his bottom lips moaning at the taste. Lucifer smirks into the kiss deepening it, and Sam thinks he’s found his newest addiction.

Even more Headcannon musings

Mikifer

3. Lucifer was always fated to fall in to temptation

It’s a cruel irony, but Lucifer has always been fated to fall into temptation. Even before the creation of humans and his fall from grace he’d always been one to push the envelope. It’s probably why he’s the one to make the first move. 

He knows he can’t be the only one to feel the connection, but apparently he’s the only one willing to do something about that. Michael is hesitant, but Lucifer is persistent. He has time; he’ll wait for Michael if he has to.

They start off slow, a few shared looks across the room, a light brush of fingers, or time spent under the stars lying next to one another. Lucifer is patient; he knows he can’t rush Michael into anything.  It pays off in the long run.

Their sitting under the Tree of Knowledge looking out on the rest of the Garden of Eden, when Michael reaches for Lucifer’s hand winding their fingers together.

Lucifer holds his breath at the contact, it’s the first time Michael has reached out first. Hesitantly he looks to his older brother who simply gives a small nod a shy smile on his face. Lucifer smiles before leaning forward lightly kissing Michael.

There’s a definite spark and Lucifer is happy when Michael starts to move with the kiss. It’s both the best moment of Lucifer’s life and the start to his downfall.  Of course he doesn’t know that, he’s focused on deepening the kiss, happiness flowing through him as he realizes that he finally has Michael.

Only angels weren’t ever really meant to partake in such human aspects of life, and when Michael wants to end it, Lucifer just can’t.  All he’s ever wanted was this, and now Michael is pulling back from him, withdrawing completely, his eyes moist with unshed tears as he shakes his head. They can’t do this anymore.

A part of Lucifer knows that Michael is right, that this was all wrong from the start, but mostly he focuses on how unfair this whole thing truly is.

He grows bitter, and it only gets worse when Dad creates those mud monkeys. Falling comes easy after that. He doesn’t have anything to stay around for and if he leaves he can go off his own rules. That’s the most appealing thing he’s heard in a long time.

He’s known from the start that he was different. That he wanted things he wasn’t supposed to have, only now he doesn’t really care. What’s truly stopping him from having those things? Surely not Michael, and so with the promise of freedom he leaves, falling from grace never looking back. 

Continuing Headcannon elaborations

Debriel

2. How Dean finally finds a way to quiet Gabriel

Gabriel talks entirely too much.

It makes Dean’s head hurt from how the angel just continues to blabber on and on about something or another.  He thinks he’s talking about the parties he used to attend during his time with the Pagans, but he’s not too sure because he’s head is pulsing and he’s just trying to hold on to sanity right now. 

It’s not that he doesn’t think it’s cool whatever Gabriel is talking about, I mean come on, wine, women, and the offhand sacrifice, what’s not cool about that? It’s just that he’s already had a long day and now all he wants to do is oil the guns so he can get some sleep, and he can’t seem to focus.

And yea he gets that Gabriel is the “messenger” angel, but he fled from Heaven long ago, and as far as Dean can tell that means he shouldn’t be tied to that post any longer, so he doesn’t get why the angel just can’t seem to stop talking for more than five freaking seconds.

He closes his eyes counting to ten, well attempting to, he doesn’t quite make it before Gabriel is extending a Snickers to him asking, in Dean’s opinion, a far too loud voice for this time of night, if he’d like a bite. He barely holds back a growl and shakes his head no instead.

It’s a big mistake, his head feels like it’s bound to burst any second, and of course Gabriel hasn’t noticed. He just goes back to talking, this time something about the wonders of sugar.

Dean sighs, hands coming up to rub at his temples. He needs some relief from the winged motor mouth, and he needs it now. It’s probably why he does it in the first place. He just wants some peace and quiet and Gabriel shows no signs of slowing down, so it makes sense that to shut him up he’s going to have to shut that mouth.

And yea, maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea to do it, but Dean’s at his wit’s end right now so he’s not thinking straight or at all really. He’s focused on getting some sweet relief from that endless chatter, so he turns around to face Gabriel and without even thinking he grabs the front of the archangel’s jacket and pulls him forward. 

It’s a messy kiss a clash of teeth and tongue, but Dean doesn’t care about finesse right now, he’s just happy that he finally has that blissful silence.  But now that he’s finally shut Gabriel up he realizes just what he’s doing and makes a move to pull back, only the archangel seems to anticipate the move and tugs him close, hand firmly at the back of Dean’s neck holding him in place.

Gabriel tastes of caramel and chocolate, it’s no surprise really, but Dean finds he kind of likes it, relaxing into the kiss he moans softly as Gabriel slips in some tongue deepening the kiss, and yea this he can completely get on board with.  

Plain and simple, Gabriel will talk until the cows come home and then he’ll talk with them too, Dean however, has found a way to finally get some peace and quiet. Well almost, Gabriel usually starts in on a different set of sounds, but Dean finds that he doesn’t mind those all that much.