Textfic Post Numero 1 - SPN
First dump post of textfics. This is the SPN edition. Pairings and ratings vary.
~*~
Sam smiled against Dean's shoulder, tilting his hips just so to get that soft, broken sound again. "How's it feel," Dean?" he murmured, hands tight on Dean's hips as he moved. "How's it feel, knowing you can't touch yourself, that you won't come until I say so?"
Dean's hands jerked at the tie binding him to the headboard. "All talk, no action," Sammy, he ground out. Sam chuckled and bit lightly across Dean's shoulder blade.
"Another half hour it is," he said and slowed his thrusts, enjoying the way Dean's body trembled under his, the way ean was breathing too fast and shallow.
"Sammy. Fuck, Sam. Please."
And Sam grinned, pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in fast to hear his brother groan. "Since you asked so nicely," he said and then neither of them said anything more for a while.
~*~
Gabriel grins down at Sam, lets his wings fall to either side. "You've got me," he says, shifting just enough to remind Sam of just what Gabriel's sitting on. "So what are yu gonna do with me, now?"
Sam stares up at him for a moment, mouth open. Then his eyes narrow, he grins, and Gabriel finds himself being flipped, one large hand pulling him up smoothly to meet Sam's thrusts as the other hand buries itself in the soft feathers on the inside of Gabriel's wing. Gabriel gasps, all the sensations too quick, too immediate.
"What am I going to do with you, Gabriel?" Sam echoes, bending to brush his lips against Gabriel's ear. "Anything. I. Want."
And Gabriel lets him.
~*~
Sam ran his fingers through Castiel's feathers, tugging slightly to pull the angel back against him. Castiel turned his head to smile at him.
"Good morning," he rumbled. Sam slid his arms around Castiel's waist, ghosting his lips along Castiel's nape, making the angel shiver.
"Morning," Sam replied, voice still rough with sleep. "Come back to bed?" he asked, rocking his hips gently against Castiel's. Castiel hummed in thought. "Please," Sam added, switching tactics to nibble along what he could reach of Castiel's jaw.
The angel sank back against him, wings trembling just enough to let Sam know he'd won. Smiling, he pulled Astiel backwards, tumbled them both back into bed.
"You are insatiable," Castiel grumbled, though his hands were eagerly roaming over Sam's chest and back.
"Mm," Sam agreed. "Just for you."
~*~
Dean grabs Gabriel's hand, pulls him in close. "Stop fidgeting," he growls. Gabriel tangles their fingers together, smirks up at him.
"Make me, big boy."
Dean crushes his mouth to Gabriel's, his free hand slipping around the smaller man to pull him all the way in. Gabriel opens easily under him, melts immediately into the assault, his slender fingers fisting in the loose folds of Dean's jacket. Dean sucks on Gabriel's tongue, bites his bottom lip and tugs, making someone groan. He pulls away long enough to mutter, "And shut up, angel," before kissing Gabriel again, bruisingly hard.
Gabriel doesn't bother answering with words.
~*~
Sam watched, eyes dark and intent, as Dean fingered Castiel open. "Gonna make you feel so good," Sam murmured, petting down Castiel's side with one hand. His other hand was tangled with Dean's on Castiel's thigh, both to steady Dean as he bed over Castiel's legs and to hold Castiel spread open.
Dean smirked up at Sam and a second later, Castiel groaned and shuddered. Sam smiled, bent his head to mouth at the side of Castiel's neck and earning himself a broken whimper.
"So very good."
~*~
Castiel strained against the invisible restraints, body arching almost entirely off of the bed, as Dean sucked and hummed around him.
"Not yet, kiddo," Gabriel chuckled, kissing him. Pulling away, he glanced over his shoulder. "Sam, get something in me. Now."
Grinning, Sam obeyed, spreading the archangel with one hand and steadying himself against Dean with the other as he bent to his task. Gabriel hissed against Castiel's mouth, automatically pushing back against Sam's. Dean hummed approval, causing Castiel to groan and starting a chain reaction through all four of them, joined as they were by hands and mouths and hearts.
~*~
"I'm just saying, we should be more aware of how these things will--"
Dean rolled his eyes and tuned Sam out. Turning to the angel next to him, he slipped a hand into a back pocket and tugged. Across the room, Gabriel grinned at him and Dean smirked back. Oblivious, Sam kept on talking.
Pressed against Dean, Castiel was warm and solid and Dean slipped his other hand around to finger the fly of Castiel's jeans, grinning at the hitch in Castiel's breath and the way Gabriel's eyes go dark.
"Sam," Dean interrupted, pulled Castiel's fly open and sliding his hand inside. "Either get out or stop talking and help Gabriel with the gun in his pocket."
Sam's words stuttered to a halt. "What?" Oh. Oh." He swallowed. "Yeah, okay."
Dean hid his grin against Castiel's throat and set about forgetting everything Sam had been talking about.
~*~
"Gabriel!" Sam hissed, squirming in his seat. The archangel grinned, a flash of white in the dim light, then slid one hand further up Sam's shirt.
"Yes?"
"Not here"
Someone shushed him and Sam felt his face burn as Gabriel slipped a hand around to his back, two fingers dipped under the waistbands of both jeans and boxers. On the screen, someone died, but Sam didn't know who; Gabriel had a finger on one nipple and his mouth on Sam's neck.
God, Sam was never going to be able to watch Captain America again.
~*~
Dean groaned, one hand gripping the counter tight and the other wound in Sam's hair, a pretense of control. Sam' mouth slid over Dean, tongue tracing patterns on heated flesh and teeth just barely scraping at the more sensitive areas. He was heat and wet and suction and Dean wasn't going to last.
"Sam," he moaned. "Sammy, fuck. I'm gonna..." Sam rolled his eyes up to meet Dean's and hummed, sucking hard as he took Dean in even further. Dean cursed and closed his eyes as he shook, feeling Sam swallowing around him.
When he could breath again, he pulled Sam up and kissed him hard, tasting himself on his brother's tongue.
~*~
"Dean, I need..."
"Yeah, Cas, I've got you."
The angel gasped when Dean's hand wrapped around him, his eyes fluttering closed when Dean stroked just once.
"Dean," he groaned.
Dean buried his face against the side of Castiel's neck, licking sucking and biting as he started to stroke in earnest. "God, Cas," he mumbled.
"Dean," Castiel repeated, hands clutching at Dean's shoulders. "Please."
"I will," Dean promised. "I'll take care of you, Cas."
~*~
Lisa ran a hand absently across Balthazar' wing, smiling when the movement dislodged a few feathers. "You're molting," she said.
Balthazar huffed into the pillow. "I'm not a bird, love. I don't molt." Lisa tugged on a handful of feathers and considered the ones that came away in her grip.
"If you say so."
~*~
Sam smiled against Dean's shoulder, tilting his hips just so to get that soft, broken sound again. "How's it feel," Dean?" he murmured, hands tight on Dean's hips as he moved. "How's it feel, knowing you can't touch yourself, that you won't come until I say so?"
Dean's hands jerked at the tie binding him to the headboard. "All talk, no action," Sammy, he ground out. Sam chuckled and bit lightly across Dean's shoulder blade.
"Another half hour it is," he said and slowed his thrusts, enjoying the way Dean's body trembled under his, the way ean was breathing too fast and shallow.
"Sammy. Fuck, Sam. Please."
And Sam grinned, pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in fast to hear his brother groan. "Since you asked so nicely," he said and then neither of them said anything more for a while.
~*~
Gabriel grins down at Sam, lets his wings fall to either side. "You've got me," he says, shifting just enough to remind Sam of just what Gabriel's sitting on. "So what are yu gonna do with me, now?"
Sam stares up at him for a moment, mouth open. Then his eyes narrow, he grins, and Gabriel finds himself being flipped, one large hand pulling him up smoothly to meet Sam's thrusts as the other hand buries itself in the soft feathers on the inside of Gabriel's wing. Gabriel gasps, all the sensations too quick, too immediate.
"What am I going to do with you, Gabriel?" Sam echoes, bending to brush his lips against Gabriel's ear. "Anything. I. Want."
And Gabriel lets him.
~*~
Sam ran his fingers through Castiel's feathers, tugging slightly to pull the angel back against him. Castiel turned his head to smile at him.
"Good morning," he rumbled. Sam slid his arms around Castiel's waist, ghosting his lips along Castiel's nape, making the angel shiver.
"Morning," Sam replied, voice still rough with sleep. "Come back to bed?" he asked, rocking his hips gently against Castiel's. Castiel hummed in thought. "Please," Sam added, switching tactics to nibble along what he could reach of Castiel's jaw.
The angel sank back against him, wings trembling just enough to let Sam know he'd won. Smiling, he pulled Astiel backwards, tumbled them both back into bed.
"You are insatiable," Castiel grumbled, though his hands were eagerly roaming over Sam's chest and back.
"Mm," Sam agreed. "Just for you."
~*~
Dean grabs Gabriel's hand, pulls him in close. "Stop fidgeting," he growls. Gabriel tangles their fingers together, smirks up at him.
"Make me, big boy."
Dean crushes his mouth to Gabriel's, his free hand slipping around the smaller man to pull him all the way in. Gabriel opens easily under him, melts immediately into the assault, his slender fingers fisting in the loose folds of Dean's jacket. Dean sucks on Gabriel's tongue, bites his bottom lip and tugs, making someone groan. He pulls away long enough to mutter, "And shut up, angel," before kissing Gabriel again, bruisingly hard.
Gabriel doesn't bother answering with words.
~*~
Sam watched, eyes dark and intent, as Dean fingered Castiel open. "Gonna make you feel so good," Sam murmured, petting down Castiel's side with one hand. His other hand was tangled with Dean's on Castiel's thigh, both to steady Dean as he bed over Castiel's legs and to hold Castiel spread open.
Dean smirked up at Sam and a second later, Castiel groaned and shuddered. Sam smiled, bent his head to mouth at the side of Castiel's neck and earning himself a broken whimper.
"So very good."
~*~
Castiel strained against the invisible restraints, body arching almost entirely off of the bed, as Dean sucked and hummed around him.
"Not yet, kiddo," Gabriel chuckled, kissing him. Pulling away, he glanced over his shoulder. "Sam, get something in me. Now."
Grinning, Sam obeyed, spreading the archangel with one hand and steadying himself against Dean with the other as he bent to his task. Gabriel hissed against Castiel's mouth, automatically pushing back against Sam's. Dean hummed approval, causing Castiel to groan and starting a chain reaction through all four of them, joined as they were by hands and mouths and hearts.
~*~
"I'm just saying, we should be more aware of how these things will--"
Dean rolled his eyes and tuned Sam out. Turning to the angel next to him, he slipped a hand into a back pocket and tugged. Across the room, Gabriel grinned at him and Dean smirked back. Oblivious, Sam kept on talking.
Pressed against Dean, Castiel was warm and solid and Dean slipped his other hand around to finger the fly of Castiel's jeans, grinning at the hitch in Castiel's breath and the way Gabriel's eyes go dark.
"Sam," Dean interrupted, pulled Castiel's fly open and sliding his hand inside. "Either get out or stop talking and help Gabriel with the gun in his pocket."
Sam's words stuttered to a halt. "What?" Oh. Oh." He swallowed. "Yeah, okay."
Dean hid his grin against Castiel's throat and set about forgetting everything Sam had been talking about.
~*~
"Gabriel!" Sam hissed, squirming in his seat. The archangel grinned, a flash of white in the dim light, then slid one hand further up Sam's shirt.
"Yes?"
"Not here"
Someone shushed him and Sam felt his face burn as Gabriel slipped a hand around to his back, two fingers dipped under the waistbands of both jeans and boxers. On the screen, someone died, but Sam didn't know who; Gabriel had a finger on one nipple and his mouth on Sam's neck.
God, Sam was never going to be able to watch Captain America again.
~*~
Dean groaned, one hand gripping the counter tight and the other wound in Sam's hair, a pretense of control. Sam' mouth slid over Dean, tongue tracing patterns on heated flesh and teeth just barely scraping at the more sensitive areas. He was heat and wet and suction and Dean wasn't going to last.
"Sam," he moaned. "Sammy, fuck. I'm gonna..." Sam rolled his eyes up to meet Dean's and hummed, sucking hard as he took Dean in even further. Dean cursed and closed his eyes as he shook, feeling Sam swallowing around him.
When he could breath again, he pulled Sam up and kissed him hard, tasting himself on his brother's tongue.
~*~
"Dean, I need..."
"Yeah, Cas, I've got you."
The angel gasped when Dean's hand wrapped around him, his eyes fluttering closed when Dean stroked just once.
"Dean," he groaned.
Dean buried his face against the side of Castiel's neck, licking sucking and biting as he started to stroke in earnest. "God, Cas," he mumbled.
"Dean," Castiel repeated, hands clutching at Dean's shoulders. "Please."
"I will," Dean promised. "I'll take care of you, Cas."
~*~
Lisa ran a hand absently across Balthazar' wing, smiling when the movement dislodged a few feathers. "You're molting," she said.
Balthazar huffed into the pillow. "I'm not a bird, love. I don't molt." Lisa tugged on a handful of feathers and considered the ones that came away in her grip.
"If you say so."