#· fluffy ·

[happifying-things]

📸 from naiquen2024

[featheredsnek]

Dova's come a long way in a year

Always a goober though

[zhonyua]

Hurt Heart

wriothesley x reader

notes: hello. long time no see, huh... welp i’m not dead and i will keep posting fics here bc i am very bored.

i will post fics about wriothesley and ratio as well, not only neuvillette and zhongli, so... be happy.

enjoy!!

context: you’re mad at your boyfriend, wriothesley, because he always comes home hurt.

content: pet names like baby and bunny; slight hurt but with comfort; wounds, bruises and light injuries like that, also mentions blood; kisses kisses; wriothesley is just a silly boy, please take care of him.

“ouch!” the man flinched at the exact moment your hand was touching his cheek with a piece of cotton, while he leaned his back on the bathroom sink. “ah, careful there.” he said in a playful tone but you didn’t find yourself laughing.

his face was filled with bruises and he had a small cut on his lips. his nose was bleeding before you cleaned it and he had a dark-toned bruise on his left eye.

“come on, are you mad at me?” he smiled but when he saw your stern look, he sighed, reaching his hand to touch your cheek. “i already told you i’m sorry.”

you completely ignored him, slapping his hand away. you resumed putting the medicine on his bruises with the help of the cotton. suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from your actions.

“y/n, stop ignoring me.” his voice sounded harsh and pleading at the same time. his eyes stared right into your soul. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a frown forming on your face.

“are you serious? you don’t want me to be mad at you? even after you come home like... this?” you pulled your wrist back. “you must be joking with me.”

you put the cotton aside, ignoring his surprised look. you turn away, ready to leave the bathroom, but he stops you by grabbing your arm. his grip is strong, but not enough to hurt you.

“let me go.” you said, trying your best to speak in a firm voice. your eyes looking seriously at him.

“no.” it was what he said, speaking in a lower tone than usual.

“wriothesley, let me go.” you tried to pull your arm to yourself, but he pulled you closer to him, locking you in his strong embrace.

as much as you squirmed in his arms, trying your best to free yourself from his grip, he would just squeeze you even tighter.

“wriothesley!” your voice sounded muffled since your face was buried in his chest. you tried to punch his arms but of course, he was much stronger than you, so it felt like a kitten’s punch.

“don’t be mad at me.” he whispered in your ears. his voice was low, since his head rested on your shoulder, making your legs weaker and weaker, but you didn’t want to give in to him so easily.

“i’m mad because i’m worried!” you tried to say but your voice got stuck in your throat when he squeezed you tighter, you just let out an annoyed grunt.

“you don’t need to be worried. i’m fine.” he said, still close to your ears. his hair brushing on your cheek.

“how can you say that? you’re hurt..” your voice got low and broke when tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

wriothesley noticed almost immediately, pulling away from you just enough to look at your face. you looked away while tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffed like a child.

“baby, don’t cry.” his hands quickly reached to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. his brows frowned in concern.

“why do you insist in hurt yourself like this? ... why do you keep fighting and getting hurt?” you choked on your own words, trying your best to speak properly. you felt when wriothesley left quick and soft kisses on your cheeks, trying desperately to soothe you down.

“i’m sorry, my baby.” he mumbled, still leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose. “please, forgive me. don’t cry.”

“promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” you grabbed onto his shirt, looking at him with pleading eyes. “please...”

he felt his heart sinking into his chest. he hated to see you cry. he always thought that he needed to protect you, so seeing you cry right in front of him made him even more upset. his hands rested on your cheeks while his eyes stared sadly into yours.

“you know i can’t .” his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, burying you against his chest. “i can’t stop it, it’s part of my job.”

“then get another job!” you said, grabbing his shirt firmly and hugging him tighter. “do something else...”

“you know it’s not easy, bunny.” he chuckled nervously, caressing your scalp, trying to calm you down. “ i can’t just leave.”

you kept sobbing against his shirt while he patiently caressed your hair. after a long time, you sniff and breathe in. you keep sobbing very lowly, your body slightly trembling under his gentle touch.

“are you feeling better now?” he asks, his voice sounds soothing to your ears and you nod slowly, without raising your eyes at him.

he gently reaches his thumb to your chin, raising your face so that you can look at his eyes. he looks a bit pathetic with his bruises and his lip cut, but to you, he looks majestic.

he doesn’t say anything, he just leans closer to you, placing his lips on yours. his gesture was so gentle that it seemed like you would break if he moved too fast.

you closed your eyes, feeling how his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his while the other hand rested on your waist.

you could feel a slight metallic taste of blood, coming out from the small cut on his lips, but you didn’t mind.

his hand squeezed your waist softly and gently, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin with his thumb. you let out a sigh between the kiss, showing him how much you liked this gesture.

he pulled away, just a few millimeters away from your face. you let out a whimper when he did, immediately feeling the absence of his touch.

“easy there. my bunny still needs to breathe, right?” he chuckled. his voice was like honey to your ears and it made your heart skip a beat. you realized that your breath was getting heavy.

you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating like a melody.

“take care of yourself.” you said, a pouty tone in your voice. “if you keep hurting yourself you will get ugly. i don’t want an ugly boyfriend.” you said, a small smile perking up on your lips. of course you didn’t think that he could get ugly someday.

he laughed. a warm laughter that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“oh, don’t worry that’s impossible.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“i know.” you said in a whisper.

©ZHONYUA, 2024. Do not copy, translate, and repost without my permission.

[birbmania]

please accept this picture of Fluffy doing the zippies with her beautiful feathers for today's pics, I love her so much

[highlandcattleofsaarela]

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Pairings: Neuvillette x reader

Warnings: Tall male!reader, flustered Neuvillette, teasing, little bit of hurt/comfort

Genre/Format: Fluff; Headcannons

Author's Note: A request from @cakeboxie that I originally denied, but later decided to do anyways. I did not realize that this was from back in December... I meant to complete this in January 😐 So sorry about the wait, please enjoy 🙏🩵

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Monsieur Neuvillette is... not used to people who match his height. Due to his draconic origins, he is usually taller than most humans

Not only did he meet a person that's nearly his exact height, that person has become his partner

This makes it quite easy to tease the poor former Iudex

You can so easily pull him towards you, chest to chest, and stare into his gorgeous eyes while Neuvillette all but flounders his sentence

Whenever you're both out in public (which is rather rare since he is very busy) the people of Fontaine adore seeing you together

THEE Monsieur Neuvillette is walking around with his boyfriend/fiance/husband? AND THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS?! DID NEUVILLETTE JUST SMILE?!?!

Sharing clothes isn't too difficult since you're similar sizes. Honestly, it's rather fun to dress him up in something other than his usual attire

Yes, he looks great in his fancy, Fontanian(?) suit. But Neuvillette in your clothes just hits different

Plus his inner dragon loves being wrapped in your scent and warmth 🩵

Cuddling! Cuddling with Neuvillette! Wrapping your arms around your pretty partner! Having him snuggled up in your lap! Softly kissing him while you run your fingers through his hair!

Sitting in your lap flusters the poor guy more than anything really. Again, your scent. It drives him wild

So does wrapping your arms around him from behind — resting your head on his shoulder and asking him about what he's up to

Overall, Neuvillette just loves you with all of his heart 🩵

[ddollfface]

There's just something about a... puppy-like yandere, who's just ready to come at your beck and call, stars in their eyes, and lip slightly jutted out. Oh, you're craving that one Mexican restaurant down the street? Why didn't you say something, sweets? They are already grabbing their keys and heading out the door.

It's just in their nature to care for sweet things like you, eager to please, and hopelessly in love, ready to go to the ends of the Earth just to get a peck on the lips or some back rubs.

They're completely in love with you, you, you. Everything about you is pleasing to their eyes, something worth taking a photo of, something worth singing praises to. Their hands used to hold onto your sides, massaging and smoothing out your skin, wanting to mold themselves into you. Lips peppering fairy-light kisses across your pudgy stomach, whispering softly appraisals into your stretch marks, thanking whatever God put you on this Earth.

You were put on this Earth to be held in his strong, muscular arms. He was made to hold you, feeling your soft curves press against his chest.

He just can't get enough of you, the cuteness-aggression getting the better of him when he throws you onto the bed, wrestling you into compromising positions. If he's feeling nice, he might even let you get the upper hand, your thighs straddling his hips, only for him to grind up into you and flip you over.

You should know not the play with him, he just can't contain himself when you're around.

He can't help but get giddy when he sees your face, something he always looks forward to. The motivation he needs to wake up in the morning, dragging himself out of bed just to see your face. Your praise is just what he needs when his day doesn't go as planned. His eyes scanned through the crowd of people, searching for your face among these nobodies. His heart picked up the moment his eyes met yours, though you hadn't seemed to notice him yet, he sure noticed you and quickly raced over to you. You jumped, clearly not expecting him to be so early to your little get-together, though he'd prefer to call it a date, he relents. His hands are folded as he stares at you, looking you over as he greets you, asking how your days have been. You smile back, and he almost faints. If he had a tail, it'd be waving back and forth, no doubt. You just get him so giddy, he grins.

[generaljenobi]

Cats are liquid 💧

[bumani]

[miaroseindreamland]

Reaction to MOM'S DAY

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

HAN JISUNG

You arrive home after a long day's work, eagerly anticipating a relaxing family evening. Due to your husband's unpredictable schedule, dinner together is a rare treat. As you step through the door, your husband greets you from the couch.

"Sorry I'm late, honey," you say, shrugging off your jacket.

"Good evening to you too. How was your day?" he asks, approaching you with a smile.

"Pretty good. And yours? How was our little troublemaker?" you reply, leaning in for his welcoming kiss.

"She kept me on my toes, that's for sure. She's in her room. Dinner is almost ready."

"Ready? Babe, did you cook for us?" you ask, pleasantly surprised.

"Do you honestly think I'd let you cook tonight? And..." He gives you a box of your favorite gummies and chocolates.

"Hmm?" you murmur, momentarily puzzled. "Oh my, is something special today?" you ponder, trying to recall the significance of the date. "It's not our anniversary, it's not my birthday... or yours... or Eunae's..."

"Y/n, it's Mother's Day today."

"Ohhhhhh, I completely forgot!" you chuckle.

"I'm not sure how that's possible, but it seems my memory serves me better than yours." He said.

"That's precisely why I married you," you tease, returning his kiss.

"Was that the only reason?" He asked

"Well, among other perks. But perhaps I'll show them later," You tease back, playfully tickling you as you laugh. "Stoooop, Sungiieeee," you protest.

"Alright, but be prepared for round two later," he warns with a grin, before heading to the kitchen. "If the kitchen explodes, I promise to call for backup."

"Don't even joke about it," you warn, though a smile lingers on your lips as you happily make your way to your daughter's room.

"Mommy!" your adorable daughter greets you, proudly displaying the paper she's been drawing and painting on.

"Oh, sweetheart!" you exclaim, scooping her up without noticing her glitter-coated hands. "So much glitter, Eunae."

"Daddy got it for me," she explains. You hug her tightly before setting her back down at her little table, where she continues her artistic endeavors. "Happy Mother's Day!" she announces, proudly showing you her drawing of three figures. "Eunae... Daddy and Mommy!" she declares, pointing out each character.

"It's beautiful, Eunae! Mommy loves it so much!" you say, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. "Oh, my little quokka, I love you to the moon and back!"

"I love you, Mommy," she replies, returning your embrace, leaving you now adorned with glitter.

"Did you have fun today?" you inquire, reaching for a tissue to wipe her hands clean.

"We got food, and paintings, and clothes, and glitter!" she recounts excitedly.

"Did you enjoy shopping with Dad?" You nod, smiling at the thought.

"Uncle Minho was there, and I saw Haneul and Hanwool Oppa!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, she did. Tell Mommy what happened." Jisung appears in the doorway, prompting Eunae to cast her eyes downward. "Some girls asked for an autograph, and she spoke up."

"What did you say?" you ask, glancing at your husband as Eunae pouts.

"The girls were nice and asked if she was happy to have a handsome father," he explains. "She clarified that Minho was not her father."

"Eunae, you hurt Dad's feelings!" you laugh, pulling her into a hug. "Dad is very handsome, sweetie."

"But Uncle Minho is even more handsome," she states matter-of-factly, causing Jisung to gasp dramatically.

"You see? You see? Imagine Minho's reaction to that. Now I'm not sure if our little quokka deserves ice cream for dinner," he says, earning a glare from Eunae and a laugh from you. "See? She's got your personality!" he adds, chuckling.

Suddenly, a burning aroma comes from the kitchen.

"Honey, the food!" You both rush to the kitchen, leaving a puzzled Eunae behind in her glittery realm.

FELIX

"Come in," you call out as a knock sounds on your dressing room door. Your face lights up as you see your husband holding your one-year-old baby boy in the carrier.

"Lixie!" you exclaim, rushing to hug your husband. "How was I? Did you catch the show?"

"I saw every moment. You're the best actress I've ever seen," your husband replies, his gaze shifting to your baby MinJoon, who squeals with joy at the sight of his mother.

"Really?" you ask, your husband planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Absolutely. You were incredible," he reassures you, as you chuckle and admire your baby's attire. 'Mama's prince.'

"Felix? It's adorable! He looks so cute."

"My sisters picked out the outfit," he explains. "But I dressed him," he adds proudly, handing you a bag from a luxury brand.

"What's this?" You asked.

"For your performance and because it's Mother's Day today, my love."

You smile and open the bag, finding the bag you've been eyeing for ages.

"How did you know?" You smiled.

"Your mom mentioned it to me. And do you think I don't pay attention to your interests?" he teases, as you laugh and give him a quick peck on the lips.

"You spoil me, Yongbok," you say, noticing him nodding towards your bag. "thank you love."

"Open it," he urges. Curious, you do as he says, discovering a smaller gift. You take it out and see a ring and a matching necklace. The necklace features a heart pendant with MinJoon's birth year engraved on it.

"Felix..." Tears fill your eyes as he intertwines his fingers with yours, showing you the ring inscribed with your initials, F and M, on the inside.

"Do you like it?" He asked while drying your tears.

"I'm speechless," you admit. "It's stunning. Oh! Now I feel guilty. I only got you a PC game and cologne for Father's Day."

"Y/n, this isn't a competition, silly," he says playfully. "I adored it. And I want to show my gratitude for everything you've done for our family since day one."

"You're too good to me," you say, pulling him into a tight hug. But your tender moment is interrupted by the sound of your baby's laughter as he plays with the teddy bears.

"Someone's in a good mood today," you tease, scooping up your little one.

"He had a great nap, didn't you, MinJoon?" your husband says as your son threw himself in his father arms, which makes you pout.

"MinJoon!" you call out, your husband chuckling and teasingly sticking his tongue out at you. "Hey! It's Mother's Day! Who's the one that feeds you?" you playfully ask your son, who just stares at you while tugging at Felix's black shirt.

"Dad treated him to some fruit today, Mommy," Felix says, as you chuckle, watching your baby happily.

"You know... I couldn't be happier, my love," you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Me neither. I love you," he says, leaning in for a kiss when your son's little hand unexpectedly makes contact with your cheek.

"Ouch!" you exclaim, while Felix chuckles mischievously.

SEUNGMIN

"Love? Seungmin?" you called out as you stepped into your home. Silence met you, something unusual for this time of day. Entering the living room, your heart swelled at the sight of your 1-year-old girl sleeping peacefully on the couch with your husband. He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gasped. "Oh, Y/N!" His voice was a mix of surprise and delight. Startling the little girl, she looked around before you sighed and scooped her up to prevent her from crying.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Did Dad wake you up?" you cooed, soothing her gently.

"Where were you?" Seungmin asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I got called into work, but today is Mother's Day, and I wanted to spend it with my little girl," you explained, pressing a kiss to the baby's cheek.

"Oh, damn! It's today?"

"You forgot," you stated, and he nodded sheepishly. "It's alright, love. I just want to be with my family. How about we take a walk in the park?"

"Anything you want. Today is all about you," he replied, rising from the couch as you headed to the bedroom to change your daughter's clothes. As you opened the door, your eyes widened in surprise. Inside, a large cardboard sign greeted you, reading 'Happy Mother's Day', accompanied by your favorite cake, a gift, flowers, and chocolates laid out on the bed.

"You really don't give your husband enough credit," Seungmin remarked from behind you, causing you to turn around in astonishment.

"Did you do all this?" you asked, to which he nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he lifted the baby into his arms and made his way towards the bed.

"My favorite chocolates!" you exclaimed as you unwrapped your gift, revealing a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant engraved with your daughter's initial. "Oh honey, it's beautiful." You looked back at him with tears in your eyes.

"Why are you crying, silly?" Seungmin chuckled softly as he approached, gently placing the baby girl in her bed next to the master bed. He then walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him tightly.

"Thank you... and I love you," you murmured softly, tears still glistening in your eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you confessed, your voice filled with gratitude.

"And you won't have to find out because I'm here to stay. You leave, and I'll come after you," he joked lightly, prompting a small giggle from you as you pulled back from the hug.

"I'm torn between feeling loved and feeling threatened," you joked back, wiping away a stray tear.

"Oh babe, it's all love," he assured, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "And I know you wouldn't let me live without you."

"You're absolutely right," you replied, turning your attention back to the necklace.

"Y/n... I know I'm not always around as much as I'd like to be, but..." He paused, his gaze intense as he searched your eyes. "I truly love you. Never forget that. You and our daughter are everything to me."

"Seungmin, I know. I know. You don't need to tell-"

"But I want to. I want to tell you more because you deserve to hear it. Hell, Y/n, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be loved, and I want to show you that every single day."

"You already do, silly. I feel like the luckiest woman alive," you declared, leaning in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by your daughter's excited babbling.

"She agrees with you," Seungmin laughed, his eyes filled with love. "Thank you." You hugged him once again, feeling overwhelmed with love and appreciation for the man standing before you.

JEONGIN

You were grateful to have finished cleaning the house before your family returned home. As you were nearly done, you heard the door opening and your husband entered with your 5-year-old son. He burst in, yelling, "Mama!"

You turned around to see him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Setting aside your cleaning, you walked over to him, smiling as you crouched down to his level.

"Thank you, baby boy. What's the occasion?" you asked with a smile.

"It's Mother's Day, Mama!" he exclaimed, making you chuckle.

"Come here, give me a hug," you opened your arms to him, and he leaped into them eagerly.

"Careful!" your husband, Jeongin, warned with a chuckle. "Kiwoon, go get Mom's present." The little boy dashed off to his room, and you looked up at your husband, who was beaming.

"Full of surprises, aren't we?" you teased, placing your hands around his waist as he chuckled.

"You deserve so much more, y/n," he said, leaning in to kiss you before glancing behind you.

"Mama, I made these for you!" your son exclaimed as he returned, holding two drawings.

"My little Picasso!" you cheekily said and picked up the drawings. "Is this me?" you asked, pointing to the birds drawn around you.

"Because you're a princess and princesses can talk to animals," he explained, making your heart swell with love.

"Ohhh, you think I can talk to animals?"

"That's what you're taking from that?" Jeongin laughed. "Your son is calling you a princess."

"Am I not?" you teased, glaring playfully at your husband.

"You are, Mama!" your son quickly answered, and you hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, baby boy. You're my prince!" you kissed his cheek in an exaggeratedly affectionate manner.

"Now, let Dad talk to Mom," Jeongin requested, and your son nodded, seemingly relieved to escape your loving onslaught. "You're not just a princess, you're my queen."

"Even for you, that's cheesy," you chuckled, as he shakes the shiver run down his spine. "It took all you had to say that." You joked.

"You have no idea, but I do love you, and that's why I have a present for you," Jeongin said, picking up his phone and opening his email. "Take a look."

You read the email and saw it was a plane ticket. "Babe? This is for my parents' hometown?" you asked, confused. "And it's for next week? Jeongin, are you serious?"

"I am serious. I wouldn't joke about this. I can see how down you've been lately. You try to hide it, but I know you," he explained, his gaze soft and earnest. Your lips started to tremble as you looked at the plane ticket. "And I'll be there with you. Me, Kiwoon, and you will visit your parents for two weeks." You jumped into his arms as he laughed. "You didn't expect that, did you?" he asked as you shook your head while tears streamed down your face. He held you close, repeating "I love you" over and over as you finally broke the hug and took a deep breath.

"I love you so much. You treat me like a queen."

"You deserve everything and more," Jeongin kissed your nose, wiping away your tears with his thumb tenderly. "You are my love, babe."

"You're going to make me cry again," you whined, and he laughed again, pulling you into his embrace.

"I'm the happiest man in the world, Y/N, and I want to make you the happiest woman in the world," he whispered as his hand danced across your back.

"I already am, babe," you whispered back as you both kissed, before Kiwoon appeared in the living room again, confused by your tear-stained face.

"Mom is okay! Just happy tears," you reassured him.

"Dad is crying too." He pointed it out.

"Happy tears, buddy," Jeongin said, picking up his son in his arms. "Let's call Granny and Gran to tell them the good news."

END! What you guys think? Cute?

Happy mother's day to all moms! <3

[fluffymaya98]

Did anyone at the family function make a snide remark?

No one said any comment, I just saw the surprised look and shock on the faces of several people who hadn't seen me for over 2 years, so the difference was almost 40 kg

[happifying-things]

📸 from niccia

[moh-ai-r]

[smotherstories]

[highlandcattleofsaarela]

[rinoa2530]

Stolen Kisses

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word count - 1591

Content warning - None. This is pure fluffy goodness.

Rating - Teen

Summary - Now Dean knew he could kiss Cas, he didn’t want to stop kissing Cas. He loved every time their lips were touching. The beautiful taste of the man he loved. The adorable little breaths and whines he provided for him. The way their hands would wander over each others body with love.

He found his boyfriend so distracting he wanted to be kissing him at all times. But when they were trying to do research or were on a hunt, that’s when those feelings became a problem

Now that Dean knew he could kiss Cas, he didn’t want to stop kissing Cas. From the first moment their lips locked, when he felt those chapped, yet incredibly soft lips, against his own he was gone. Not to mention the wonderful little sounds Cas made, the little hums, the adorable whiny breaths with every single pull. It was intoxicating, a sound Dean needed at all times.

As a result he found any excuse to kiss his boyfriend. In the mornings when they woke up together he would press loving pecks against his shoulder, his neck and finally finishing at his lips. Enjoying Cas’s cute groans and moans as he was roused from his slumber. Affirmations of love coming soon after his boyfriend would blink wildly, stretching out before they went back to their chaste kisses. Hands clutching at hips and necks as they lazily ran their mouths over each other.

Outside of the bedroom he would do whatever he could to kiss Cas also. Anytime his boyfriend did something for him, make the coffee, cook breakfast or even heal him after a particularly bad hunt. No matter where they were, or who was around, Dean would pull Cas close, arms wrapped around his waist as he drew gorgeous stuttering breaths from his boyfriend. Enjoying as he would shake and moan with every little lick, bite and press against his lips.

It still wasn’t enough though. His body craved to have Cas at all times. The taste of his lips, his gentle touch, the feel of his skin under his wandering fingers. It was the only time Dean felt whole. Whilst it wasn’t an issue if they were alone, cuddled up in the Dean cave watching a nice film or just lazily making out in the bedroom, it was when they had to perform other tasks, such as research or hunts where the problems started.

They were sitting researching a case in the library with Sam. Cas in the corner on one of the cosier chairs they had procured with Dean at the table. Head bowed over a book, occasionally glancing behind to check on his boyfriend. Still in that uncomfortable trench coat and suit. It had been a couple of hours since he was able to touch him, run his mouth over his lips, neck, body. Sighing he went back to the book ahead of him, trying to read through the same chapter for the 3rd time and being too distracted.

It was pointless.

Unconsciously he stood from his chair, walking over to his boyfriend, straddling him and slotting his knees either side of his legs.

“Hello Dean.” Even now those words were enough to cause a shiver throughout the whole of Deans body. How did he ever get so lucky with this man?

He leant down. Taking those lips into his own, Cas put the book on the arm of the chair. Hands interlocking around Deans waist and pulling him as close as possible.

“Er guys. We’re sort of on the clock here?” Sam’s voice floated from behind. Neither were paying attention though, too focused on each other. Dean smirked when he finally heard Cas’s adorable whimpers, those hands now so tight they were almost bruising against Deans hips. There was only one place this would eventually go. “Erm…guys?”

Still nothing. Now so consumed with each other they were blocking everything out around them. Only focusing on the sounds, the touches. Their own little bubble of happiness.

“I guess I’ll go see if Jody is around to help.” He muttered to himself. Pushing himself away from the table and leaving them alone.

That was the first time their kissing became a real problem.

The second was on a hunt, a simple vampire one that should have gone without a hitch. But Dean, so distracted by Cas, focusing on his boyfriend instead of the real and present danger ahead of him, was almost thrown into a rusty rebar. He would have been impaled. Had it not been for Cas’s swift action, throwing his body in the way and taking the rebar for himself, Dean could have been seriously injured. As such, Cas was fine and able to heal quickly.

So concerned with his boyfriend getting hurt though, Dean pulled Cas into his arms and kissed him when the last threat was extinguished. Pecks across his face, neck, down his shoulder. Hands rubbing his back where the rebar entered to make sure everything was healed.

“Are you okay sweetheart? I was so worried. Don’t do that again.” More kisses, a tighter hug to ensure Cas was going nowhere. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Sam just watched from the sidelines, knowing he had to do something.

——-

“That’s it Dean, it’s time for an intervention.” They were in the kitchen, Dean and Cas entwined around each other by the breakfast bar. Gently tugging at each others lips, Cas with his arms around Deans neck and Dean his hands on Cas’s hips. Caressing his sides as he pulled those wonderfully intoxicating sounds from him. When Sam walked in with those words it took Dean a moment to process them. He moved away from Cas, rubbing his hips as they smiled sweetly to each other.

“An intervention? I don’t do drugs or gamble, and I haven’t had a drink for weeks.” He responded not looking at his brother, leaning his forehead against Cas’s before pushing forward, nuzzling their noses together. Loving the beautiful little laugh elicited from him.

God he loved his smile and laugh.

“That’s probably because you’re constantly attached to your boyfriend.”

“Huh?” He was not constantly attached to Cas that was such a silly thing for him to say.

“Dean, you’re addicted to kissing Cas.” That didn’t seem right. Sure they kissed a lot but it wasn’t like it was all he did all the time. He stared into those beautiful eyes, the look of adoration in those sea blues. Cas was impossibly cute. He could easily just lean down and…

“Dean!?” There was a harsh note in Sams voice as he tried to get his brothers attention. Making him stop and finally turning to look at him. Never taking his hands off Cas.

“That’s just not true.” Dean protested. Unconsciously shifting Cas so he was in front of him, hugging him from behind and placing a tender kiss against his neck before resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Ever since you and Cas have started this relationship you have found any excuse to kiss him. You’re now so attached to each other I don’t even think you know what personal space is anymore.” Right on cue Dean started to nuzzle against Cas’s neck, ghosting his lips down until he reached the juncture of his shoulder. Leaving Sam to huff in annoyance.

“Oh come on Sammy we aren’t that bad.”

“Oh yeah. So you didn’t nearly die on the last hunt because you were too focused on looking at Cas? Resulting in your boyfriend getting hurt? You’re an experienced hunter Dean and you let a vampire get the drop on you.” Well that was true, but it wasn’t because he was addicted to Cas, he just wanted to make sure he was okay.

Or…that’s what he told himself.

“I was fine though, Cas was there. He saved me.” With those words he tenderly pulled Cas’s chin up, so they were looking deeply into each others eyes. This time he had to kiss him. It had been too long. He just needed to feel that skin against his own and those beautiful little stuttered breaths. Knowing the angle was too awkward, Cas turned in Deans arms. His arms circled and pulled Dean down again, their lips slowly running over each other. Eyes closed, just enjoying the touch, the taste, the beautiful sounds they were drawing with each movement.

Sam realised he couldn’t stop this, sighing he continued.

“But what if he got seriously hurt Dean? He was barely scratched by that rebar and you were a complete wreck.” There was a slight pause as Sam considered his next words carefully. Knowing this tactic to get through to his brother wasn’t working. “Do you remember the two hunters we met? Jesse and Cesar?”

“The married ones? Of course; why?” He only briefly stopped, almost immediately capturing his boyfriends lips in his own.

“Well, have you thought about the fact they had the right idea? About retiring?” That made Dean pause. Finally he stopped kissing Cas, looking down at him. Those wonderful eyes holding his with so much love and adoration. Sam continued. “This is the happiest I have seen you in your life Dean. I saw how shaken up you were at the idea of Cas being hurt and I just think maybe it’s time you both stop. Spend the rest of your life in blissful happiness with no concerns about the other getting harmed. You’ve both earned that.”

Dean just stared down at Cas, a fond smile on both of their faces. Could he really do that? Retire from hunting just to be with the man he loved. To ensure they were both safe.

“What do you think?” Dean asked so softly it was barely audible. A hand crept up and cupped his cheek tenderly.

“Everytime we hunt now I’m so scared of you getting injured Dean. I can’t lose you. I won’t. I will sacrifice myself before losing you.” Those stunning blue eyes were starting to water. Dean felt his own go also.

“I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me again sweetheart.” They kissed again ever so gently, pouring so much love into each movement. “You’re right Sammy. I think it’s time I retire and make a go of things with Cas.” He finally tore his eyes away from the man he loved to look at his brother. “Will you be okay though?”

“Of course Dean. I have a network of hunters I can tap in to. It’s time for you to go off and live your days in happiness.”

That was exactly what Dean did, for the rest of his life and eternity in heaven. Spent his life in happiness, curled up in Castiel’s arms and kissing him at every available opportunity.

And he never looked back.