#his grouchy ass is snuggled in bed

[theherdhasbeenculled]

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a quiet night in the mountains again, wildlife skittering along the treetops. the perfect way to end a perfect night.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff becomes smut, toji mentioning your not wearing underwear, kissing, groping, light fingering, light cock sucking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: toji get jealous cause he is left out of the cuddles fluff or smut

You can’t fight the grin stretching across your face. Toji’s pout is too adorable. “You can either occasional keep pouting in my doorway. Or you can join us.” Toji uncrosses his arms, rolling his eyes, stalking to the edge of the bed. Blocking the tv with his massive body.

Toji points between Suguru and Satoru, “These fat asses never leave me any fuckin’ room.” Satoru and Suguru trap you in between their massive bodies. Their arms overlap behind your head creating a pillow.

Satoru croons, “Aw he grouchy cause he can’t get cuddles from our princess.” Scooting closer to you, widely smiling at Toji, spreading your legs. Overlapping one on top of Suguru’s and Satoru’s thick thighs, your loose tiny shorts giving Toji a glimpse of your cunt.

His pout shifting to a smirk. “No panties? Your beautiful cunt is peaking out at me.” The bed dips beneath his weight, Toji on his knees comes closer. You lean forward out of Satoru’s and Suguru’s warm snuggles.

You slip your fingers into his dark hair, the roughest between your men. “What’s the point? Free pussy, free tits, I’m just trying to be comfortable.” Kissing him softly, leaning back whilst he press you down between Satoru and Suguru.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, “You get the best seat, lying between my legs, resting your head on me.” Toji interrupts you with a kiss. “I’ll play with your hair.” Another peck. “We can make a cuddle pile.” Parting your lips letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Groaning into his mouth.

Satoru proclaims, “That’s not fair.” You can hear his pout. Toji smirks into the kiss, taking his hand off your hips no doubt to flip him off.

Suguru suggests, “We can trade out who gets to see there so it’s fair. In a couple hours it’s my turn!” The bed shifts with Satoru leaping off the bed, proclaiming,

“What! No! Mortal combat right now, winner gets to go after Toji.” Toji breaks the kiss, kissing down your neck. Grabbing your shorts, roughly yanking them down whilst you push yourself up to help him. Rubbing your clit whilst you slip your hand underneath the band of his sweats.

Massaging his cock, already half hard in his pants, getting longer, heavier in your hand. Opening your eyes, tugging on Toji’s hair as he pushes the shirt you stole from Satoru up.

Suguru muses, “I think I’m more interested in the type of cuddling these two are doing. Go play with yourself.” He lines his half hard cock your your lips. Opening your mouth, moaning as Toji sucks on your soft nipple, rubbing it with your tongue.

Shifting his attention into trying to sway you Satoru croons, “Princess you should let me go after Toji. I’ve been giving you better cuddles than Suguru has been.” Gliding his fingers down your puffy lips, curling a thick finger inside you. Seeking that sweet spot that has you whining around Suguru’s cock. Which Suguru groans rutting his hips, gagging you with his cock.

Slipping your hand from Toji’s hair, holding your out towards Satoru. Gently fondling his ballsack, unable to answer him back with Suguru’s cock in your mouth.

strawberry brat all works

[badomensgoodomens]

Noah Sebastian x Reader (fluff)

noah + illness = a literal two year old

"shh, stop fussing, im just braiding your hair"

he mumbles and groans, pulling away from you. he yelps as you tug on a strand of his brown hair. the tv plays an episode of a random anime hes been binge watching.

he finally settles, sitting between your legs as you braid. he tells you about his day, a mumbling tired mess.

"baby?" you ask, he looks up at you. "can i do your skincare perchance?"

he groans.

"stop saying perchance."

you get up, giggling, you run to the bathroom to grab your array of expensive skincare. he sighs, getting comfy. as you settle back down again he turns to ask, "this won't hurt, right?" you almost laugh.

with a shake of your head you get to work. you pull his loose bits of hair; that had fallen out of the braids, back with one of those silly headbands. he snaps a picture.

you gently apply a serum, he whines about it being cold. The wind was picking up outside, october was amongst us. red plaid, pumpkin spice and annoying children in half-ass costumes. you continue with another serum, he bundles himself into a grey blanket.

"you getting sick, babe?" you ask, rubbing moisturizer in. he grumbles, a grumpy ass man he is. you continue massaging his face until he falls asleep, you change the channel to a show youve been watching lately. rain picks up outside. your fluffy dog trots up for cuddles, he snuggles into noah, who was now fully asleep in your arms.

3 hours later you woke up to a thunderstorm, and a sniffly, grouchy noah. you usher him into your shared bedroom and put the kettle on, you prepare hot chocolate as the wind howls outside.

"baaaabe! can i have two marshmallows instead of one?" he calls out, his voice scratchy and broken.

you sigh, smiling to yourself.

you carry the two warm mugs to bedroom, noah is under a pile of blankets with the dog. "here, let me feel your forehead."

he climbs out of the pile of blankets, flushed with messy hair. you press the back of your hand to his forehead. warm.

you hum and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "ill get you some medicine, hm?"

he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his warm face on your stomach. its moments like this that truly remind you of how beautiful and raw your love is.

"what about some soup huh? chicken?"

he mumbles and tightens his hold on you.

you snicker, pulling away to look down at him.

"alright, come on lovebug. let me get you some soup and medicine hm?"

he sighs and slides away from you, he curls into your pillow.

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you come back 30 minutes later with hot soup and medicine. hes asleep.

you gently scratch his back, just tracing over his tattoos. he mumbles, stirring in his sleep. you press a gentle kiss to his back.

"mm?" he turns to face you. his cheeks are red.

"i made you soup, baby. and some medicine. sit up."

he sleepily sits up, rubbing his eyes.

he gratefully takes the soup, whispering thank yous as he soothes his sore throat. he pats the bed next to him, gesturing you closer. you scoot over, immediately overwhelmed by the heat his body was emitting. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and cuddle him back to health.

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soooooooooooooooooo sorry i forgot about you guys :c

im trying so hard to make my posts longer but its not going very well lol.. do u guys prefer short- quick ones? or like full blown chapters/stories?

let me know!!!

[xxcallmemaryxx]

mawh I luv you 💖

in celebration of becoming a housewife, may I ask how do you think the ghouls act after coming home from a long tiring day? are they grouchy? are they loving?

-🌸

Don’t be surprised when Mountain quite literally drags your ass to bed. After a long day all he wants is a nap, and this guy gets stubborn. The second he makes up his mind, he has also made your mind up for you. He will seek you out and take you straight to bed the second he gets his claws on you, usually it’s his bed… (he knows you like his pillows better)… but be warned, Mountain gets a bit of an attitude after a long day. Should you try to pull away from his death grip around you once you’ve settled, you will earn yourself a pinch to the side and a moody grumble to sound from the back of his throat. He can’t decompress without you. So prepare yourself for a moody earth ghoul to bury himself in your chest and fall right to sleep there for who knows how long.

A little while ago, Rain accidentally walked in on you having a bubble bath. In his defence, he didn’t know you were in there… he just followed the scent of the soaps and it led him right to you. But, of course, within seconds he was sat across from you submerged in warm water and nose deep in bubbles. Ever since then, bubble baths with you have become one of his favourite things ever, so after he has had a bit of a rough day that’s what the two of you do to help him relax a little bit. He picks the soaps he wants to use, you run the water and get the bubbles going. Rain doesn’t get moody easily, but when he hasn’t had a good day you can just see it in the way he carries himself, he gets a little more quiet than usual and he spaces out. But after soaking in the tub for a little while, with you right there, he feels much better.

We all know Dewdrop has his regular temper tantrums. But after a long day, he’s not moody… he doesn’t have an attitude… he’s not overstimulated… he actually becomes quite the opposite to his usual self. Dewdrop gets so affectionate. You see, he’s had to be away from you all day, the duties around the abbey won’t do themselves and some days it just takes all day long to finish up. So by the time he is able to come looking for you again he is just itching to wrap himself around you and block out the world. He purrs. Like… LOUD. Nobody really knows except for you and a few of the guys… but dewdrop will be snuggled into you purring so loud you’re shocked the whole abbey can’t hear him.

Swiss gets SUCH an attitude after he’s had a long day. His usual goofy self is loooong gone, instead he is replaced with the most stubborn creature you’ve ever met. He will demand head scratches. So expect to find yourself thrown into bed with his head on your lap. He gets headaches you see, and the sensation of your lovely hands and fingers caressing his head and running through his hair helps soothe the throbbing behind his eyes. He is such a grouch though, grumbling about his day and about everything that went wrong. Even if the day itself wasn’t that bad… he will sook about the smallest things. Eventually he will come around though, and after some killer head rubs he’s like putty in your hands.

Aether is also very very affectionate. I’m talking… like… next level affectionate. You’d wanna hope you don’t have any plans for the night because the second Aether finds you, there’s no getting away. He will wrap his claws around you, quite literally lift you up and carry you to his room. The door is locked, the lights are off and the room is silent except for your combined breathing and Aethers soft purrs. He has you locked in tight against him, so much so it would be foolish for you to try to wriggle away from him. He is leaving soft kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, he is lovingly rubbing small circles into your soft skin and he is scenting you like there is no tomorrow. He just needs you.

Phantom gets stuck in this space between needing your affection to help him feel better and feeling so burnt out he just wants his own time alone. Then he gets irritated because he can’t understand what his own body needs and that causes him to become a little bit grouchy. Eventually, if he can’t settle himself down on his own he seeks you out. You let him figure out what he needs in his own time, and he knows that if he needs your presence this time around then you will be there with open arms. Usually he just enjoys being around you and that’s enough to help him relax. So the two of you like to spend the rest of the night making some food, or even just getting comfy and laying on the couch together. He learnt very quickly that you’re like a safe space for him, and when you’re around he feels so much more relaxed.

[astaroth1357]

Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer 

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon 

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan 

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan 

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other. 

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…). 

Beelzebub 

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor 

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would. 

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏

[bisexualvampires]

These Years Ain’t Wasted On You (1.8k)

For Allie @thigholstercas celebration! Happy birthday!! 🥳

Prompt(s): Endverse destiel / snuggles

Rating: General Audience

Read on ao3

“Mmph.”

“Not a chance, angel,” Dean pried off the pillow Cas was attempting to smother his own head beneath. For a dude who not so long ago had no need of sleep, Dean had a hell of a time getting his boyfriend out of bed in the mornings.

Cas lay on his stomach, face planted into the mattress and not in a sexy way. Early morning sunlight cast a shadow of the beaded curtain across the bare, tanned skin of his back. Dean admired the taut muscles, trailing a finger along Cas’ spine.

“Do not-“

Dean smirked, ignoring the command and smacking Cas’ ass good and hard above the thin blanket. He didn’t need to see the eye roll that followed; he’d long since developed a spidey sense for it.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart. We’re goin’ outta town today.”

“Nnnmmhhh.”

It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. He padded to the dresser, flicking through the precious gift that was his tape collection. He jammed Iron Maiden into the busted old radio, gave it a good shake ‘n’ slap to cut out the rattling, and boom. He glanced over his shoulder, peeking nonchalantly at the angel laying dead weight on their crappy little spring bed. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling as he slowly twisted the dial, cranking up the volume loud enough for Wasted Years to wake half the camp.

Cas didn’t flinch.

No dice, huh?

He glanced around the room. Not like there was any coffee – even that healthy sludge they’d looted had run out days ago. Supplies were getting harder to come by. Dean thought back to the gross lukewarm coffees he’d fuelled himself with at motels over the years. He’d kill for just a drop right about now. Seriously – put the right guy in front of him right now and he’d do it. His stomach growled at the thought of breakfast.

Supply run. Right.

“Face up. Make your stand. Realize you’re living in the golden years.”

Dean snorted. What was that saying? About wishing you knew you were in the good old days when they were still happening? The golden years were dead and gone. It was nothin’ but croats and the misery of a vast unending universe that was quickly depleting in supply of coffee and alcohol and all the good crap that made life bearable.

“So understand. Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years.”

Dean turned fully to face the graceless angel rotting away on their bed. Cas’ hair had gotten longer; the dark mess haloing his grouchy head. Dean knew the stubborn bastard was as wide awake as he was.

He peeled off his shirt, chucking it haphazardly on the floor in the general direction of the laundry pile – which honestly took up most of the room at this point. At least that incense crap Cas insisted on burning drowned out the smell of old blood and bad weed.

Dean made his way back to the bed, arms folded as he frowned down at his boyfriend.

Cas mumbled something shaped like “don’t even think about it”, tensing his ass preemptively for another smack. Instead, Dean plopped down on top of him, getting a face full of dirty angel hair and pushing a soft “oof” out of Cas’ lungs. His jeans dug into his hipbones as he squirmed against Cas’ ass.

He was being a shit, but it got the job done. Finally, Cas turned his head to the side, cracking open one eye to squint at the man laying on top of him. Despite the annoyance in his eyes, Cas reached for Dean’s wrists, pulling his boyfriend’s arms tighter around himself in place of a blanket.

Dean hummed contentedly, nuzzling his cheek against Cas’ shoulder blade.

“How long do we have?”

“Hm?” Dean mumbled against the warmth of Cas’ skin. Even despite the crap he’d been smoking, the lack of showers – especially after all that “yoga” they’d been practicing – Cas still smelled like Cas. Like a thunderstorm. Like home.

“Until we head out?” Cas twined his fingers around Dean’s own, turning their hands so he could read Dean’s watch. Going by the deep suffering sigh, Dean had to guess it was soon. Which felt like a damn shame despite his earlier resolve to get the hell out of bed and get this stupid trip over with so he could come home, wash the grime off his skin, fill his belly full of stale pie and warm beer and kiss his best friend until he forgot all about the end of the world. Cas was so warm.

Cas rolled to his side, almost throwing Dean off the bed entirely. The dude may have lost his angel powers, but that unholy strength still lingered. Still stirred something in Dean’s belly with every reminder of how Cas can and has thrown him around like a ragdoll. Cas twisted and grabbed hold of Dean just in time, pulling him close and humming contentedly as his hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. Cas’ fingers slotted perfectly over the handprint he’d once left on Dean when he’d gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.

There was that look again. The same look he’d gotten after accidentally leaving a hickey on Dean’s throat after swearing he was being careful. Like he was both proud and ashamed of it. Mesmerised and awed at how Dean’s body was a trophy collection just for him. Like it could ever be enough to mark him with evidence of how loved he was. To show how wholly Dean belonged to this dork.

But behind it all, there was a sadness that seemed almost ancient.

Shit had been hard, and Dean had taken it a damn sight harder at the start of all this. He’d been angry – stubborn and selfish and ready to kill anything and everything in his path as if it could ever make a dent in undoing his failures. It took a long time to break out of his head and accept that this was it. This was the end, baby. And it wasn’t just Dean that was suffering. It hadn’t been easy on Cas either. Too much of that was on Dean. He’d watched Cas burn himself out until there was next to nothing left. Not even a smile to light those once glowing eyes some days. Dean had lost his brother, but somewhere along the way, Cas had lost himself. Both were unfathomable in ways Dean couldn’t stand to think about.

It'd taken even longer for them to get their crap together and do something about this thing between them. By the time they’d snapped, neither could recall who’d initiated the first brush of lips on whiskey-stained lips. It felt inevitable. Maybe it was. Maybe the world would have been all rainbows and rock ‘n’ roll if it’d happened sooner.

Didn’t matter anyway.

“Face up! Make your stand! Realize you’re living in the golden years, hey.”

The mattress buzzed with the radio’s vibration, but before Dean could scowl at the lyrics, Cas’ lips pressed against his own. He was always gentle at first, like he was giving Dean a chance to back out. And always, Dean’s heart kicked up a storm against his ribs. It didn’t matter if it was the first, the fifth, or the thousandth time – nothing felt like this. In Cas’ arms, in their own bed, nothing outside these walls mattered for that moment.

Dean deepened the kiss, looping one arm around Cas’ back to pull the angel closer, and pressing his other hand to Cas’ cheek. He’d kissed guys before, sure, but something about feeling the prickly beard growing in on Cas’ face made him feel like a damn teenager again. He was still coming to terms with the messed-up situation he and Cas had found themselves in. But any doubt he had slipped away into the recesses of his mind when they were close like this.

They were both breathless as they crawled out of bed, kiss-swollen lips desperately gulping down a shared bottle of water. Cas donned one of Dean’s old Black Sabbath shirts, despite the stink of his sweat still clinging to the fabric. Dean wondered if Cas did it on purpose. He’d noticed Cas always wore Dean’s clothes when the day ahead held a little more risk than usual. When the chances of getting separated weren’t exactly slim to none. Sure, it was only a supply run. But they’d lost good people before for easier crap. A lot of good people.

It was hard to believe it was only a year or so ago that Cas would appear to him sometimes in the ungodly hours of the night, when Dean couldn’t sleep. Didn’t matter where he was, or what fresh hell the world was spinning out just for him, if Dean stepped out into the night for a smoke on the hood of his car, Cas would be there. Like clockwork.

“Those things will kill you,” he’d say, in that toneless matter-of-fact voice that used to make Dean want to grab him by his stupid coat and shake him. Didn’t matter if he was on his final drag or if his shaking hands were still struggling to light the cigarette, one snap of Cas’ fingers and the thing would go poof. Gone. The whole pack suddenly empty in his pocket, too.

Now, Cas leaned against the outside of their cabin, eyes closed as he inhaled a drag of whatever was going to get him through the day. Dean tried not to stare – not at the small “o” of Cas’ lips, or the bob of his Adam’s apple. Not at the way his hair curled inward a little at his earlobes, or the way his shirt hugged tight against Cas’ broad shoulders. Not at the lithe hand close to his lips that held a weak imitation of the grace long burnt to cinders, or that small frown between Cas’ brows that always appeared when the hit just wasn’t enough.

It was tacky to say Cas was his whole world when, let’s face it, the world wasn’t exactly up to scratch in comparison. But Dean adored him. He loved Cas more than he could stand it. Hung on every word, every graceless movement, every sly smile and every puff of smoke that blew from Cas’ mouth.

The guys would pull up any second now to pick them up, but Dean couldn’t help it. His heart was hammering as he stepped into Cas’ space, gently lifting the blunt from between his fingers. Cas slowly opened his eyes, curious and patient.

He didn’t protest when Dean stubbed out the blunt against the wood of their cabin.

“Those things’ll kill you,” Dean said, willing a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes.

Cas smiled down at his feet as the first rumble of the truck’s tyres sounded on the gravel road. He brought Dean's hand to his lips, peppering each knuckle with a kiss. Only met Dean's gaze as he planted a lingering, reverent kiss to the back of his palm. “There’s nothing bold enough left to kill me now, my love," he said, kissing Dean's lips quick and stealthy while they still had the chance. "It’s just you and me and the end of the world.”

[muffindaddystyles]

Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

[channiechwn]

stray kids’ reaction to you doing a tiktok dance which requires you to shake your 🍑

◡̈ warnings: protectiveness(?), use of word “ass”, almost falling?, kinda cringey ngl sorry

◡̈ genre: fluffy, established relationship

a/n: also progressively gets shorter because i’m tired and it would get too repetitive... sorry 😢 also kind of edited? not really? it was late okay 😢😢

— bang chan!

he would be super grumpy and grouchy, could possibly give you the silent treatment later

when he saw heard the tiktok timer go off, he looked at you curiously, wondering what tiktok you were gonna film

after the 3s timer went off, he heard the music start to play and boy oh boy was he alarmed

“let’s groove” started playing from your phone and as your gluteus maximus was about to face the camera, chan lunged forward, knocking your phone off the dresser in the process

“hey! i was dancing!” you would yell out in a lighthearted tone

chan would cross his arms across his chest and go “hmph!” before heading towards your shared bed and return to whatever he was previously doing

“what do you want to eat for dinner?” you would ask later on

he wouldn’t reply and there would be a frown etched on his face

“is this about just now?” you pouted, running up to him and snuggling with him on the bed

he would just turn the other way and glare at you playfully

“chann it was just a joke! i’m sorry i won’t do it again! i promise,” you whined while sticking your pinky up to seal the promise

he would turn to face you then hook his picky with yours

his facial expression would change from a moody look to a cheery happy one in a split second

“dominos pizza,” he would finally reply.

— minho!

he would really mean in a teasing way

when he heard the familiar tune playing, just know he would snatch the phone away in a 0.000001s

he would raise the phone up with his hand while you tried to jump and grab it

“if you want to record your dance so bad then do it! if you can even get your phone,” he would snicker in that sarcastic tone

you would roll your eyes and ask for it back

watching you prance and jump around just to retrieve his phone is his humour

he would laugh about it and carry on

he would also unlock your phone and exit the app so that you won’t have a chance to do the dance

100% the kind that would purposely key in the wrong password to your phone multiple times so that your phone would be disabled for like 30mins-1hour

he would be super smug about it when he returns the phone to you

“that will teach you a lesson,” he would smirk.

“next time spend time with me, it’s always that damn phone,” he would wail in a motherly tone, his arms akimbo

when you give in and put your phone on your dresser, he would push you onto the bed and then cuddle with you until your phone can be unlocked

but even when your phone is back to normal, he wouldn’t let you go and keep you in his tight arms despite your constant whines

— changbin!

he would be protective of you as he’s scared of the creeps lurking in the internet

he would tackle you immediately / scoop you in his arms and run off frame

“no no, you aren’t doing this trend! there are so many bad guys out there that are gonna see your bottom!” he would exclaim, alarmed.

you would lightly hit his back and ask him to let go

obviously, he would refuse and laugh at you struggling in his strong arms 🤤🤤

he would then throw you onto the couch with a soft thump and wrap you up in the throw blanket on the couch

you would be his cute burrito 😋😋

but being a cute burrito means that you arms and legs are restricted hence NO movement at all

and then he would just coo at you and hug you real tight

but really you wouldn’t mind if he continued to do that because i KNOW that man smells really good and expensive mmmm 😋

in the end, you two would just end up sleeping, all cuddled up and bundled up in his warm arms, your face against his chest!

— hyunjin!

*dramatic whining*

drama queen hyunjin would let you do the dance (because he enjoys the show) but before you can post the tiktok, he would snatch the phone from your grip and save it into your drafts instead

he is also the type that would request for the video and if you refuse to send it to him, he would just steal your phone and send it to himself when you are showering

when he sees you dancing alone, he would complain and stomp his feet about how you didn’t invite him to do the dancey tiktok ◠̈

like chan, he would give you the silent treatment for feeling left out but this man cannot resist not talking to you

so about 5 minutes after his “silent treatment”, he would start telling you about his childhood days and food

thoughts about the tiktok would be thrown out of his head and things would be back to normal, as if it never happened in the first place

— jisung!

loud ass

this man will yell, shout, scream and probably cause the neighbour to complain

either to hype you up or to distract you from continuing your dance

if he yells to hype you up, he would be at the side doing the dance with you or making that exaggerated lip bite face

if he yells to distract you, he would scream and grab your phone and hold it close with him

he will not give it back

he’s so goddamn loud but you love him for that

there’s nothing much i can say but just know he is the noisiest boy you have ever dated and that he will not hesitate to scream his lungs out if he sees you do something daring

— felix!

cute and supportive

he would probably do the tiktok with you!

also be the one who taught you how to dance this dance

he was the one who suggested this dance to you and introduced this idea

there would be so much laughter when you guys film the tiktok

after you post it to public, he would ask you to send the tiktok to him

later that night, do not be surprised to see him rewatch the video over and over again with a small smile on his face

the song would just play on repeat and you would get sick and tired of it but he would never get sick and tired of the video

he’s also the type of person to visit your profile every day when he’s free and he would rewatch your past tiktoks over and over again

when the tiktok goes viral, he would be super happy and be like “omg let’s celebrate! famous era!”

and later that evening you would see him bake a cake or some cupcakes as a treat for becoming viral???

would 10/10, 100% be your tiktok boyfriend and buddy ◡̈

— seungmin!

protective!!!! does not want the world to see your juicy beautiful ass

this guy would immediately stand in front of the camera with a very stern face, one that would send shivers down your spine — or anyone’s spine tbh

he would also cross his arms and glare at the camera

another scenario would be he uses his big hands to cover the camera or your backside

“why were you dancing this song ◠̈” he would say with a pout

“please post it on “friends only” okay? i’m afraid of the creeps out there,” he would also warn

he would also be very grumpy afterwards and he is super petty

he won’t talk to you for a few minutes but after around like 20 minutes, he would forget about the incident

“wait why was i mad at you just now?” he would question and you would answer with a shrug

anyway, i love seungmin so much his braces are so cute

— jeongin!

fight (literally 👊)

this guy would get into a brawl with you

WILL tackle you onto the bed

possibly bite your ankles 😡😡🤨🤨

anyway he would squirm a lot and there would be a lot of giggles hehe

almost accidentally rolls off the bed with you but his long legs stopped you guys from tumbling down

if you guys actually do tumble onto the ground jeongin would always be behind you so if you fall, you land on jeongin’s chest

he would smell good 👍

the tiktok would be loooong forgotten and everything will be back to normal after all the giggles and laughter

thank you for reading!

[babbushka]

hey baby, its not like a normal request cause i have nothing specific in my mind but nsfw with clyde PLEASE. you're my favorite writer i couldnt ask anyone else!!!

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! I've been sorely missing some good old fashioned Clyde content on the blog, so I hope that you enjoy this little ficlet!

1.1k, NSFW (dirty talk, oral sex [f receiving], PIV)

When you blink your eyes open one beautiful autumnal mornin’ in your slice o’Heaven, West Virginia, it’s to an empty bed. Clyde’s side of the mattress was still warm, so you know your husband ain’t been gone for too long, but still, the chill of wakin’ up alone makes you want to grumble.

Havin’ a handsome man so big and wide as Clyde meant that you got to snuggle up against him before gettin’ up and ready for the day, and you’re fixin’ to grumble to him about takin’ that away from you.

That is, until, you smell somethin’ delicious waftin’ through the little home that you share, and your mouth starts to salivate. Any grouchiness that might’ve started has officially vanished, because really, how could you be mad at him when he’s makin’ that famous breakfast of his?

You know the smell of buckwheat pancakes anywhere, and you smile when you slip your robe on and make your way through to the kitchen, where you watch him move around the small space with bleary eyed, tired sluggishness.

“You’re up early baby.” Wrapping your arms around his middle, you press your cheek against his back, hugging him with adoring affection.

At once, he perks up, like the sight of you makes his tiredness go away, even though you know that ain’t the truth. Clyde looks over his shoulder at you, and with a smile, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” He turns back to what he’s doin’, always a man of concentration, “Thought I’d surprise ya with a little somethin’ warm this morning.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised.” You pat his stomach before pullin’ away and leanin’ against the kitchen counter as he expertly flips pancakes. “Can I help with anythin’?”

The sound of the coffee maker bubblin’ away tells you that he’s already gotten that covered too, and your heart beats in time with it, so grateful that you’ve got a husband that cares about you so much. You knew lots of folks weren’t so lucky to have a man half as wonderful as Clyde.

“Nope.” He shakes his head with a shy smile, pointin’ his spatula to the “You just sit your pretty ass right at that there table and look beautiful.”

With a smile, you do as he tells you, and it ain’t long before he’s stacking a high pile up on a plate and settin’ it down in front of you.

“Wait -- these all can’t be for me?” You raise your eyebrows at him in surprise, when you see that he doesn’t bring a plate over for himself. “What are you gonna have?”

“You.” When Clyde replies, it takes you a second to register what he said, and when you do, your fork stops halfway to your mouth.

“Oh?”

“I want ya real bad darlin’.” He licks his lips, and heat immediately spreads through you faster than any breakfast could.

In five minutes flat, he’s moved everything to the counter, pulled away your robe, and has you flat on your back on the kitchen table with your legs around his shoulders as his tongue is thrusting into your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck -- Clyde!” You moan loud loud loud, no one around for a mile to hear you shout his name, your toes curlin’ in that soft fabric of his pajama t-shirt, “Fuck that’s good!”

Clyde eats your cunt like he’s a starvin’ man and you’re the first meal in days. He’s messy, sloppy, all teeth and tongue and lips and his hand is grabbin’ at ya and it’s delicious, the sounds your pussy makes as he sucks down your slick make you drool. His nose is rubbin’ against your clit and he knows it, the swollen little thing achin’ for more pressure that he holds out on givin’ you, wantin’ to make it last.

“I’m gonna come soon Clyde!” You warn him, making him abruptly pull out and shuffle around a bit to get his cock lined up instead.

The sun come in blindin’ bright through the orange red yellow leaves, the song of the birds chirpin’ filters through the open windows, and in return you share with the mountains around you, the sound of your loud cries of pleasure and the rhythmic scraping of the wooden table legs against the floor.

“I’m gonna keep you just like this all day.” Clyde grunts as his cock slides between your slick folds with a harsh brutal thrusting pace, his teeth clenched, eyes shut tight as he moans and groans, “Legs spread like they ought to be.”

“Shit, faster Clyde, please!” You beg, your own eyes rolled back into your head, holdin’ onto the edge of the table for dear life, “What -- oh fuck -- what are you going to do to me?”

With his good hand, Clyde palms one of your breasts and pinches at the nipple, makin’ you whine loudly, makin’ your back arch off the table and press up against him as he rails your gspot. You’re gonna have marks on your body from this, and you don’t ever want him to stop.

“Pretty girl, gonna make you come on my cock ‘til tomorrow.” His chest is heavin’ as he fucks you hard, “Gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t walk.”

“Yes!” You scream, feelin’ that blazin’ heat travelin’ up your spine, makin’ your limbs shake, makin’ your body crave the release of orgasm, “Yes -- please, please!”

“And when you can’t take no more, and it’s spillin’ down your thighs, I’m gonna make you eat it, lick it off my fingers as I fuck it back into ya.” Clyde grunts in your ear, his body completely coverin’ yours, thrustin’ into your cunt until you’ve got thick tears of pleasure spillin’ over your cheeks, “Hold still baby doll, hold still, I’ll make ya see stars.”

Lettin’ go of your nipple, his hand drops to your clit as he rubs and rubs and rubs with hot hard friction, until your body snaps up and shudders with a rush of adrenaline from coming, all over his cock, just like he said.

Clyde follows shortly after, and you hum as you can feel the heat of it spreading through your body, unable to move as your own muscles are limp, a lazy grin on your lips as shapes swirl in front of your closed eyes.

“Damn.” You breathe, voice ragged, “All day, huh?”

“Yep.” Clyde chuckles, and you’re glad for whatever got your husband in the mood for a marathon of sex on this particular mornin’.

You’re more than happy to oblige, but the both of your stomachs growl loudly right then, causin’ you to both giggle in post-orgasmic bliss, and you let him cover your face with gentle kisses when you playfully suggest, “Maybe we should finish breakfast first.”

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[glowing-blue-feathermage]

I'm here and I'm predictable: I would love to see “you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with. and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice" for fenders

Yasss with the Fenders! =D for @dadrunkwriting! Thank you dear!!

Anders stretched in the beam of sunlight that trickled from the window to the bed where he lay tangled in the sheets. A lazy, satisfied smile made a happy curve of his lips while he waited on Fenris to come back to him. The mattress beside him was still warm when Anders rolled to his side to bury his face in the elf’s pillow. His scent felt like home. This dilapidated mansion felt like home, like the place he’d always been, and here with Fenris like the place he was always supposed to be. 

He heard Fenris's footsteps when he returned from relieving himself. Anders imagined waking up every morning in this bed, sharing every first ray of sunlight and every last, always...

“Get off my pillow,” Fenris growled, gripping the edge of it and pulling slowly. He kept pulling until he’d nearly drawn it off the bed while Anders clung to it, trying not to laugh. 

Anders finally let go and rolled back to his own side of the bed. Their bed? They’d been sleeping together for months, figuratively and literally. Anders liked it, even if Fenris was decidedly not a morning person. 

Fenris moved his pillow back where it belonged and sank down onto the bed again, reaching for the blanket wound around Anders’ leg. He mumbled something in Tevene that sounded as grouchy as the elf looked with his sleep-tousled hair, half-lidded eyes, and tired frown. 

“You are worse than one of those creatures we read about last night,” Fenris griped, yanking the blanket until he unraveled Anders from it. He spread it over them both, rolling to the side and throwing his arm across Anders’ waist. 

“What if I had eight arms though?” Anders mused. “Think of what we could do in bed.” He reached behind him, groping for Fenris's leg and prodding it with his fingers.

Fenris snorted, twitching away. “You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I’ve ever crossed paths with. Don’t even get me started on your voice.” 

Anders made a disgruntled noise, trying to flip over to look Fenris in the eye but finding himself held in place, flush against the elf’s bare chest. “My voice? What’s wrong with my voice?” 

“You won’t shut up,” Fenris said. “Ever.” He lifted his arm just enough to hold a hand in front of Anders’ face, mimicking a moving mouth with his fingers. “It’s like this, non-stop, day and night.” 

Anders couldn’t help laughing then, the vibration of it running through them both. “You’re an ass.” 

“Mmm,” Fenris hummed, curling his arm around Anders’ waist again and snuggling closer to him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “You love it.”

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Slapping cheese on the Shishigumi’s Faces

A fun trend is going around online, people are throwing cheese at their feline classmates, friends, siblings, and significant others

-Maeve

Ibuki

How you get them

He’s reading, and he’s half asleep. He’s been reading the same page for more than two minutes, so you know it’s the perfect time to strike. You get the cheap, processed, piece of cheese and toss it on his face. It lands with surprising accuracy.

What they do during

He moves his head back and and tries to sit up and away. It doesn’t work, and he almost goes back over the couch. He has to grab it to get it off. He’s confused, and adjusts his glasses. 

What they do after

Ask you why in the world you’d throw cheese at him. Sternly asks you not to do it again, and pouts that you were able to do it in the first place. Asks if you’re going to do it to anyone else, if you are...he really should be there, to keep you safe of course. 

Free

How you get them

He’s barely waking up at noon. You have to pull the blankets off of him before he concedes and tries to get up. It’s when he’s propping himself up on his arms and trying to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes that you hit him

What they do during

Collapses. Dead ass, just falls back into bed. You hear an ugly hiss. You didn’t know lions could hair their fur stand on end like that. 

What they do after

Loudly complains and throws it back at you (missing completely). He’s already plotting his revenge, and suggesting you throw one at Ibuki and Agata. 

He also tries to go back to bed, clearly this isn’t his day if cheese is attacking him 

Dolph

How you get them

He’s not paying attention. He’s just sitting, thoughts a thousand miles away. You have to sneak up and do it from the side

What they do during

His arms stretch out forward, and he curses. He grabs the back of the couch and tries to move back. It all happens in a span of a few seconds.

What they do after

Cold shoulder. He’s been made a fool. He’s the jester in your court. He’ll pout until you apologize, and even then it’s going to take a lot of sucking up to get him to go back to normal (he’ll be fine by the next day, don’t worry). 

Agata

How you get them

He’s playing a video game, and not paying attention to anything else. It’s a perfect opportunity. You don’t even have to hide yourself, or the cheese because he’s so focused.

“Babe, pause the game”

“Why?” Still not looking at you. 

“Please?” He grumbles, but pauses it, then turns to look up at you, then BAM! Cheese to the face

What they do during

He falls over. He’s on the ground and scramble to back up, shaking his head to get it off. How can you trip over yourself on the floor? 

What they do after

Pouts. Big pout. He’s secretly glad you had him pause the game but OH BOY, is he’s sulking. 

He’s just glad no one else saw it happen.

He wont want to cuddle for a while, but he forgives you pretty quick when he sees it’s a trend online.  

Miguel

How you get them

He’s sitting in his chair, reading the paper. He sips his tea, then sets down his cup. It’s some novelty mug you got him as a joke, but it’s the only one he uses now. You wait around the corner until you hear the page turn of his paper, then throw the cheese from a distance. By some miracle it hits. 

What they do during

Drops his paper and rapidly scoots his chair back on instinct, and hisses. After a few seconds, he grabs it off his face with his hands. 

What they do after

He kind of glares at you, and throws the cheese back at you. 

“Don’t throw over processed cheese at me. You could have least sliced it yourself” 

Sabu

How you get them

He’s lounging on the couch, covering his eyes with his arm while he dozes. You throw it on his snout, or try to.

What they do during

Sabu catches it without even looking. He smirks, and looks over at you, sitting up. Before you know it, it hits you instead. 

What they do after

“Nice try. You’re going to have a few more years under your belt before you can sneak up on me” 

Jinma

How you get them

Jinma is making notes in a variety of notebooks. He’s not paying much attention to anything but that.

“Jinma”

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up.

“Look up,” He does, and you smack a slice of cheese on his face

What they do during

He throws his hands up, and jumps a little in his seat, accidently knocking over his notes and pens. His tail starts flicking in annoyance. 

What they do after

He grumbles, and goes to pick up his notes. He’s a little grouchy, but if you help him pick up, he wont be that mad...for long...

Dope

How you get them

He’s reading, and is completely focused on his book. You walked over. He automatically glances up when your approach, and that’s when you hit him with the cheese. 

What they do during

He backs up, or tries. He makes a hissing/spitting noise and slaps at his face to get it off. His fur stands on end, and he looks up at you. 

What they do after

He’s embarrassed by his reaction, and sulks on the couch in the corner, far away from you. 

Hino

How you get them

He’s napping, or trying to. He’s failing but still stubbornly keeps his eyes closed. You slap it on him

What they do during

He jumps a little and falls off whatever he’s laying on, back up away from whatever is blinding him. It takes him a while before he processes what happened.

What they do after

“...Why..?” He’s to tired to be that mad about it, but he will refuse to snuggle you for at least a day and a half after. 

[boldlyvoid]

“Got room for me under that blanket?”

“You’re so warm I don’t know why I didn’t ask before”

'Let's go camping!' they said.... "it'll be good for team bonding!"

"Team bonding my ass..." Y/N grumbles as she tries to help put up their tent for the night. it's a big 13 person tent for just the 7 of them.

Penelope went a little crazy when derek said he would allow a certain level of Glamp to their camping experience. she brought a generator and the big ass tent, a million pillows and blankets and evey snack you can think of but she didn't think to bring a heater.

it's been warm all summer, reaching the 100s in Virginia for once and making them all hot and grouchy at work. they packed light, they expected it to be warm and they were when they were by the fire but inside the tent was another story.

there was the sound of teeth-chattering coming from the corner and she knew it was spencer. almost everyone had buddied up for warmth but spencer because no one thought to ask him. it was clear when JJ grabbed Emily and Derek snuggled into Penelope that none of them wanted to make him uncomfortable by touching him at night. but they never thought maybe he wanted to be held for a change.

“Got room for me under that blanket?” she whispers, crawling over to spencers bed and watching him nod as he opens his sleeping bag and raises the 2 blankets on top to let her inside.

he settles against her and lets out a deep sigh, "“You’re so warm I don’t know why I didn’t ask before.”

it makes her smile, nuzzling her face against his neck as she looks for the best place to rest, arms around him as she shares the warmth. "because they were all listening before."

"very true," he chuckles silently, "it's easier for me to tell you how much I like you being around when we don't have an audience."

"they're going to love finding us cuddling in the morning," she teases gently, kissing the side of his neck on impulse. it just feels right.

"I'm going to love cuddling you in the morning too.."

"we could make it a regular thing?" she suggests, closing her eyes and praying he likes her back.

"i'd really like that," he agrees. "i'd like nothing more than to spend every moment with you."

[no-mercy-bby]

You're a slut for backstory, huh?

You Can't Run Away- Part 2

Part 1 here!!

"Ralph Bohner" x Reader

Summary: The plot thickens!! It was supposed to be simple. Save Peter and get out. However, being under the control of two different witches affected your multiversal powers. Thankfully Peter is now "awake", however, he won't leave your side.

Also known as I try to fix Marvel's weird ass left open is he or isn't he Ralph Bohner storyline.

[Most just light angst and fluff]

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"Mutant, I know her, well used to. Apparently Wanda isn't the only one breaking through the multiverse." Peter explains quietly to Jimmy.

"You mean she can create portals to other wor-"

"-she needs to be in witness protection with me, Jimmy." Peter cuts him off quickly.

You had risked so much to break through the multiverses strict hold, and all for what?

Him?

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You blink up at the harsh white florescent lights burning your eyes from above head. When you move to roll over, you unintentionally groan quietly in pain at the soreness rooted in your muscles.

Your eyes protest at staying open under the bright lights, so you move to rub your hand over your eyes, but wince at the uncomfortable tug from your inner arm. Squinting down, you notice the IV connecting you to the IV bag. Easily giving up, you drop your arm back on top of the scratchy (what you assumed to be) hospital sheets surrounding your form. Moving to lift your other hand, you struggle at the heaviness of it before glancing over to figure out what else happened while you were asleep.

It was not what you expected.

Never in a million years would you guess the reason you couldn't lift up your hand was because of Peter Maximoff's big head weighing it down. His forehead was pressed against your open palm as he slept hunched over from the uncomfortable looking chair at the side of your bed.

Peter's silver hair was tussled and messy as he snored quietly, barely noticeable if he wasn't so close to you. It was almost endearing seeing him this way until you remembered what happened and why you were here.

You jerk your hand out from under Peter's head, watching as he jerks to sit up straight, wide eyes meeting yours.

"Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling? I'm go get the doc." Peter babbled before hopping up and speeding away, returning back to his chair in less than a second.

"Peter," You start, his rich brown eyes concerned as they meet yours," We need to go..."

Peter sighs heavily, running his hand through his shiny locks, then reaches out to place his hand over yours, "We can't just run away from all of this Y/n."

"It's not running away, we don't belong here. This is the wrong universe- we don't belong here."

"We? We never belonged there anyway." Peter exclaims before scoffing and elaborating," You can't act like you don't know what I'm talking about either. Everyone avoids us, Y/n, no matter how hard we try to fit in we can't... But here? I was wanted here. I have my twin. We could do something amazing if we stay."

"We are not a we anymore, Peter. There's nothing for me here." You state as calmly as you could, slowly standing up and trying to focus on creating the portal back to your universe.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Damn it, you mentally groan.

Dr. Strange was already there, mansplaining," You'll drain yourself too much, which could be fatal, Y/n. Agatha's spells greatly affected you within the Hex while you were with Peter. Even if you did make it back, you wouldn't make it to where you left, you would be in the future. Get-"

"Then how did I manage to get here, since this is the future?" You question him, turning to face him as he stood in the doorway.

"I presumed Wanda unintentionally helped you, however, going to the future is far easier than going to the past. The past is like stone while the future is like clay; still moldable."

You nod slowly, it made some sort of sense. But now you were stuck here. With your ex-boyfriend no less.

"Get some rest while I continue to work with Wanda on trying to get you back. Peter." Dr. Strange nods at him, an unspoken look shared between the two men before Strange literally vanished in front of your eyes.

"..What did you mean, there's nothing for you here? I'd be here, Y/n..." Peter trails off, and you can feel his stare on you as you sit back on the bed.

"You know what I meant." You sigh tiredly and half in annoyance.

"Stop lying to me, you kissed me back... You want me just as much as I want you.. Whether you admit it or not." Peter smirks half heartedly at you from the uncomfortable chair.

He looked was tired, exhausted even, which was highly unusual for a restless speedster. You could tell because Peter would never half heartedly tease you like this unless he was tired. That as well as the dark bags under his eyes made it pretty clear too.

"How long was I asleep, Peter?" You ask, feeling like you already knew the reason to Peter's exhaustion.

"Uhmmm.. about a week, I think..." Peter mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck before yawning.

"You look like you haven't slept in a week, speedy." You tell him quietly.

"Well, probably cause I haven't." Peter chuckles, leaning back in the hard chair," I've been waiting on you to wake up. Hard to sleep when the person I love is hooked up to so many annoying machines."

You can't help but smile at him. Even still, Peter was the sweetest guy you'd ever met.

"Aweee, little miss grouchy pants is smiling~" He teases, leaning forward with his elbow on your bed and you roll your eyes at his teasing.

"Shut up." You huff, trying to hide your smile.

"No, I don't think I will. You try to act all tough and that you don't need anybody, but here you are. Moving through the multiverse for me and saving me. Even though then I had to save you..."

"You're so dramatic, it's not a big deal.." You try to brush off his words as he continues to lean in closer to you.

"If it wasn't a big deal, you wouldn't be here right now." Peter whispers hushedly, inches away from your face.

You reach up and cup his cheeks as he smiles at you.

"Maybe you're right Maximoff..." You whisper before leaning up and brushing your lips against his.

"I was so worried about you," Peter whispers against your lips then captures them in a swift kiss.

"I'm okay Peter." You assure him quietly and then return his kiss with one of your own.

You break from his lips, panting softly, trying to catch your breath.

"Cuddle with me?" You question softly, watching as a grin spread over his lips.

"You wanna cuddle with Mr. Bohner?"

"Not anymore," You laugh as the smirk falls from his lips, but he climbs in beside you anyway, strong arms easily pulling you into his chest.

"I can't believe you picked Ralph Bohner as your name for witness protection." You tease him, poking at the cute pout on his lips as you lay half on his chest.

"I think its a great name." Peter hums, cuddling his face into your pillow, smiling at you. "So we're gonna stay?"

"Well, I can't run away..." You whisper, returning his smile as you lean into peck his lips.

"Good because I'm exhausted, babe." Peter yawns once again before snuggling closer to you and you fell asleep cuddling Mr. Bohner.

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:) idk how I feel about this so gimme some feedback and thank you for reading I love youuu💕

[dothwrites]

ayyy congrats on 500!! Prompt: witch/familiar au please?

@queenvee08, I live to serve this is definitely going to be a longer fic at some point in the future i hope you’re happy with yourself

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“What do you think? Hellsbore or mandrake root?” 

Dean stops his perusal of the two herbs which, to be fair, look almost identical, to glance over at Cas. 

Cas, who is still sulking from this morning, when Dean accidentally kicked him off the bed, doesn’t answer. The only indication he gives that he’d heard Dean at all is the irritated flick of one ear in his direction. 

Asshole stays in cat form when he wants to give Dean the silent treatment. And sure, Dean can hold a sulk with the best of them, but it’s also disconcerting to be ignored by someone who’s intent on raising their hind leg and indulging in a thorough tongue bath. Especially when Dean knows that Cas only does that shit to get on his nerves. 

“Come on. Cas. Come on. Asked you a question. Come on buddy.” 

Dean can feel Cas’ low-grade frustration thrumming through their bond at the back of his mind. It’s like having an annoying song that you just can’t quite get out of your head, or a persistent itch that lingers, no matter how you contort your body to get at it. It’s annoying, but ultimately not damaging. Except Dean is done being ignored. He truly does want Cas’ opinion, seeing that he and Cas make a hell of a team (in the six months since he and Cas bonded, Dean’s understanding and abilities have only deepened, to the point that even Bobby says that with a little more practice, he’ll make a hell of a witch), but more importantly, he wants Cas’ company. 

When he’s not being a grouchy little bastard, Cas is great to have around. If he’s in cat form, he’ll laze on the counter, sunning himself and batting at the random bits of string that Dean dangles in front of him. After some trial and error and one memorable time when Dean yowled, Holy shit Cas your claws, as Cas failed to gain purchase and ended up dragging his claws down the back of Dean’s neck, he’s learned the trick of balancing on Dean’s shoulders as Dean fills orders and experiments to make different combinations of spells. Dean’s gotten used to Cas draping himself on the back of his neck, like a warm, furry weight (fucker is heavy). And then there are the times when Cas will just curl up next to him, or wrap himself around Dean’s ankles, butting his head against him. It’s worth it then, for the daily allergy potion that he drinks (a twist of fate that his familiar ended up being a cat, the one animal that Dean’s allergic to, but it’s worth it if it’s Cas). 

And if Cas is in human form, then that’s even better, because he’ll sit crosslegged on the counter and help Dean measure out ingredients for spells. He’ll read spells over Dean’s shoulder, suggesting improvements or modifications (Cas’ practical knowledge of witchcraft is formidable, his intellect staggering and sharp; every time he speaks, Dean’s reminded that he’s in the presence of a mind much quicker than his own). He’ll even, if the mood strikes him, deal with customers. Dean’s seen more than one granny come tottering in, looking for a joint relief aid, and come waltzing out, starry-eyed, from a conversation with Cas. 

Not that Dean blames them. Cas is gorgeous. 

He’s the kind of attractive that stops people in their tracks, the kind that makes people do an unironic double-take. When you add in that jawline, those shoulders, the long elegant fingers, thick runner’s thighs, and perpetually messy bedhead, and multiply it by his pack-a-day deep voice, and then throw in his intelligence–No wonder that people are falling over themselves. 

And that’s the problem. Because Dean is one of those people. 

It’s not forbidden persay, shacking up with your familiar, but it is the kind of weird that gets you talked about at parties. It’s taboo enough that only the fringe elements of the community will even entertain the notion, and then in whispers and titters. Kind of like having people figure out that you like weird kinky sex stuff. There’s no law against it, but they sure as hell look at you differently. 

Dean’s not sure if he’s ready for that. And he’s damn sure not going to make a move until he’s sure that Cas is interested. And as for that…Dean has no idea. They may share a bond, but the bond doesn’t stretch to their every thought, which means that they can hide things from each other. And Cas can be closed off when he wants to be, which makes him almost impossible to read. 

So Dean grits his teeth, keeps running his shop, and tries not to have a coronary every time he goes to sleep with Cas in his cat form at the foot of his bed and wakes up with Cas in human form snuggled up next to him (that probably means something, right? What? What does it mean?). 

And then there are the times that he tries not to scream, like right now, when he poses another question to Cas, and the irritated scrabbling at the back of his mind gets louder. Cas pins him with a long look before he deliberately flattens his ears to his skull. A second later, he lifts up his lips to reveal two delicately pointed canines and hisses softly.

“Jesus, it was a fucking accident,” Dean mutters, turning away from Cas. See if two can play that game. He’s interrupted from his brief pity party by the sudden absence of aggravation from Cas. Instead, it’s replaced by intent focus, that steel-trap mind narrowing its sight until it finds a single focal point. 

Forewarned, Dean is facing the door, magic already sparking at his fingertips, when it opens and Crowley comes through. 

Crowley, who’s been after him for months to join the coven he keeps under his thumb. Crowley, who trades and barters in souls instead of money. Crowley, whose eyes flash red as he neatly sidesteps the Devil’s Trap Dean keeps hidden underneath the rug. 

A low growl rumbles from Cas’ chest as he stalks over to Dean. It never ceases; Dean can feel it shaking through his body as Cas presses against his elbow. Their bond tightens and Dean feels the additional surge of magic, the familiar supporting his witch and boosting his powers. The magic surges through Dean, the purest drug he’ll ever need, and that, combined with the presence of Cas at his side, gives Dean enough fortitude to look at Crowley and snarl “Get the fuck out.” 

Crowley pretends to be hurt. “Such a cold welcome Squirrel. And after everything I’ve done for you.” 

Dean forces a brittle laugh. “You? You’ve never done shit for me, except try to get me in your pocket from Day 1. I told you then and I’m telling you now–I’m not for sale.” Next to him, Castiel hisses in punctuation, lips curling back to reveal his bared teeth. Without looking, Dean reaches down and settles his hand on top of Cas. He feels the fur standing on end, the tension running taut through every inch of Cas’ frame. 

Crowley flicks a dismissive eye towards Castiel. “Can it pussycat,” he sneers, before he turns back to Dean, ignoring how Castiel’s growl rises in pitch. His eyes glow red in warning. “Last chance Winchester. Take the deal before something goes wrong.” 

Dean doesn’t even need to consider. “How about you go to hell?” 

He senses Crowley moving before he does, but it’s Cas who acts. With an inhuman screech, he launches himself from the counter straight at Crowley, claws outstretched. 

A flick of Crowley’s fingers sends Cas flying across the room, his small body hitting the shelves. Cas’ high, anguished scream, somewhere in between a human and cat cry, strikes straight at Dean’s heart. 

Magic sparks at his fingertips and this time it’s his turn to flick his fingers. He’s never been adept at nonverbal magic, but it turns out that with rage clouding his vision, he’s amazing at it. It doesn’t feel like it takes any effort at all for him to hold Crowley stationary, hand outstretched. No matter how much Crowley struggles, he can’t break free. 

Dean chances a glance to the other side of the room. His chest clenches in worry when he catches sight of Cas’ human frame, sprawled unmoving on the floor, back to him. For Cas to lose control of his form–Dean turns back to Crowley. For the first time, the demon’s face shows fear. 

“You head back to that pit of brimstone you crawled out of,” Dean snarls. The urge to hurt, to rend rises in him, dark and ugly–But then he feels, muted but still blessedly present, the calm pulse of Castiel in the back of his mind. It soothes the violence in Dean, long enough for him to look at Crowley and enunciate every word, just so that there’s no misunderstanding. “If I ever see you in this shop again, I won’t hesitate to rip you right out of that meatsuit and shove you down so far into the pit that it’ll take decades for you to crawl back out.” 

He leaves Crowley pinned for a moment, just to make sure that the demon gets the message, before he relaxes his hand. Crowley’s feet don’t even touch the floor before he disappears. 

Dean rushes to Cas’ side, gently turning him over. A thin trickle of blood runs from Cas’ hairline to his temple. Dean’s blood boils, but before he can perform a summoning to yank Crowley’s ass back and take every bit of Cas’ suffering out of his hide, Cas’ eyes flutter open. 

Now, as always, Dean’s caught in their piercing gaze. His mouth goes dry and he becomes aware that he’s gently thumbing over the bolt of Cas’ jaw. He doesn’t stop. 

“Crowley gone?” Cas asks, voice thicker and rougher than usual, but his eyes are lucid. 

“Yeah. Asshole hightailed it out of here.” 

And before he can second-guess himself, give himself a list of reasons of why he shouldn’t, Dean leans down and kisses Cas. It’s firm, unyielding and unapologetic, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind what he means. 

Cas freezes, but only for a moment, and then he’s kissing back, hands reaching up to rest against Dean’s cheek. His fingers hook into the soft spot behind Dean’s ear, pulling him closer, and Dean goes willingly. 

“Finally,” Cas murmurs, once they part. 

“Finally?” Dean echoes, drunk on the memory of Cas’ stubble scraping against his chin, the bold sweep of Cas’ tongue against the seam of his lips. 

Cas gives him his best flat stare. “I was spooning you every morning for two straight weeks. What did you think I was trying to do?” 

Dean swallows, aware that he may not be as suave as he likes to pretend. “I thought you were cold?” he offers, when it becomes clear Cas is waiting for his answer. 

“You thought I…” Cas murmurs to himself, before he rolls his eyes. “What would you do without me?” he asks, rhetorically, before he’s pulling Dean’s face down to his once more. 

Don’t know, Dean thinks blissfully, as he proceeds to learn Cas and the variety of noises that Cas can be persuaded to make. 

Hopefully I’ll never find out. 

[imlostinsantacarla]

(a/n: this wasn’t requested, i’m just teen wolf trash rn and i miss writing for the fandom. also, did i mention i’m in love with cora hale? so since i’ve done a cuddling hc for erica i decided to do one for cora bc she also deserves so much love and was such an underrated character as well. - admin kat🌙❣)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Cuddling with Cora Hale Headcanons:

° regardless of your gender, size and height, cora hale is hands down the big spoon 99% of the time when it comes to cuddling. i imagine this to be bc of her protective nature of those she holds nearest to her heart, but also bc she’s lost so much already, she doesn’t want to lose you; and by holding you, it’s a reminder to her that you’re there, solid and real.

° she always has her face buried into your back or shoulders, and you always feel her lips graze your skin in a soft sincere smile. it makes your heart flutter, to which she always comments on.

° “why did your heart do that weird thing again?”

° “what weird thing?”

° “that weird thing it does when you feel me smile against your skin?”

° “well there’s your answer.”

° but there’re some days where she needs to be held and you literally jump at the opportunity to hold her, being the big spoon or having her lay on top of you. the first time it happened was when the alphas broke into the loft and almost killed derek, she felt scared and vulnerable, reminded once again that not just hunters can come into her life and take away her family.

° cora isn’t always good with her words, she shows how she feels about someone through her actions; and it’s common for her to show her love for you when you’re cuddling. it’s shown in the way she grips you tighter to her, smooths hair out of your face or kisses your forehead.

° and she predominantly shows her affection and love for you through actions bc sometimes due to her bluntness, she can come across as really acerbic or flat? but overtime you’ve begun to be able to decipher what she really means. showing feelings can be difficult for her.

° cora does tell you she loves you, i suppose out of all the hale’s she is the most playful, but only with you.

° “i love you, you big doofus!”

° “shut up, i love you.”

° “you look really beautiful today. i just wanted you to know.”

° derek walks in on you guys cuddling all the time and he’s always clearing his throat to which cora no longer even acknowledges him any more. she used to lift her head up and quirk her brow at him before rolling her eyes and resuming to holding you.

° “what? it’s not like we’re butt naked and fucking or anything.”

° “you guys fu- actually, don’t answer that! i don’t wanna know!”

° “cora!”

° you always lay your head on her chest when you cuddle and naturally her fingers nestle lovingly in your hair. she’s really so soft for you, even scott’s pack tease her about it. she used to get mad and punch the guys, but now she just rolls her eyes and becomes pouty, but she can’t deny it... she is soft for you.

° when you’re alone, cora will gravitate towards you, placing herself in your arms, her head on your shoulder or in your chest. over time, she really allows herself to be vulnerable with you, letting you hold her.

° it was a huge milestone when cora fell asleep on you when you guys were cuddling and watching a movie. it meant that she trusted you. you never let her or the pack hear the end of it for like three months!

° “guys! did i tell you how cora fell asleep in my arms-”

° “yes, for the hundredth time, in fact! now will you shut up about cora falling asleep while you cuddle? we have danger coming for our asses left, right and center!”

° when she’s extra grouchy and just having a bad day you blow raspberry kisses on her neck. she pretends to be annoyed but then she starts grinning so wide and giggling. that always cheers her up.

° no one would ever really believe you, but cora initiates most of the cuddling and you can’t change my mind!

° cuddling often turns to adventurous hands and deep kisses with bottom lips softly nibbled...

° and once that starts, the cuddling sessions are on a time out and other activities ensue, leaving you breathless and hot and bothered.

° but you two pick up on cuddling right after though.

° cora will often pull you into her lap when you’re studying. she’ll just watch you study, having long forgotten her own homework.

° “why are you staring at me?”

° “because you’re more interesting than chemistry and math.”

° “fair enough.”

° you end up using cuddles as a reward for cora when she finishes at least two hours of studying with you. but even if she’s defiant and chooses not to study, she’ll just cuddle you anyway.

° you rub circles on her back and she  m e l t s ! ! !

° you kiss all over her face as well, which she pulls a ‘i’m done with you’ expression, but she secretly loves it and you even know it.

° “what are you, my grandma/grandpa?”

° “a hot grandma/grandpa!”

° “ew, you’re gross.”

° “and you love it! don’t lie.”

° she loves cuddling on days where the sun shines through the windows. she falls asleep on those days. you swear she’s a cat in disguise.

° cora can be pretty goofy when she cuddles, sprinkling her fingers on your sides, softly nipping your shoulders with her teeth, pinching you softly to get your attention on her. she’s an attention whore, but only for your attention.

° when you guys fall asleep whilst cuddling, you’re always holding hands. it’s the sweetest thing ever!

° you like to trace over her facial features when she’s thinking and you’re cuddling, it makes her smile and then kiss your knuckles sweetly.

° “what’re you thinking about, dumb dumb?”

° “about taking you back to south america with me. i’d really love for you to see where i spent most of my life.”

° “really?!”

° “yes, you doofus!”

° after she’s been in a battle she always heads to your house after in the dead of night, sneaking in through your window, climbing in under the sheets and snuggling into your side. she’s freezing from the cold air, which prompts you awake with a jolt.

° “you’re cold!”

° “shhh... i won’t be for much longer. go back to sleep.”

° “are you hurt?”

° “not any more.”

° sometimes she’ll be laying on your bed, looking up at the ceiling and you’ll suddenly run and jump on top of her like a total starfish. it knocks the wind out of you both but you both start laughing.

° “what the hell was that for?”

° “i wanted your attention.”

° “well you have it now.”

° once she moved out of the way and you flew off your bed, to which she caught you before you hit the ground and placed you in her lap with the silliest grin plastered on her face. “asshole...” you’d muttered and pouted, “sorry, what was that? i didn’t quite hear you.”

° you tend to talk most during cuddle sessions, and cora doesn’t mind bc she’s a great listener and loves the sound of your voice.

° you guys share a lot of kisses when you cuddle. in fact, there’s a lot of kisses, and derek hates hearing it. “can you guys stop already? it’s the fiftieth time you’ve kissed in the past minute!” he’d gripe irritably. “wait until we start making out, then you’ll hear the noises from downtown, asshat.” cora would mutter with a smug smirk on her face. 

° even when it’s hot out, cora is latched onto you like a tiny koala bear. she’ll rarely let you get out of her grasp.

° “i’m gonna pee myself, cora.”

° “fine, go!”

° “thanks!”

° you latch onto her a lot too though, especially in school when you’re walking down the hallways. you’re behind her with your hands wrapped around her waist. at first she wasn’t comfortable with it, but as time has gone on she can’t help but grin when people look at you like you’re crazy bc she’d normally knock anyone else out who tried anything like that with her.

° when the two of you cuddle, in the safety of each other’s embraces, it’s when cora will tell you her secrets, her fears, her hopes, her dreams. she’s really blunt in general, but there’s an infinite amount of trust when you two are together. she tells you what she’s thinking because she trusts you and cares what you think.

° she’s totally the type of person that draws patterns on your skin then pretends to erase them and start again. it makes you laugh and smile a lot because there’s no trace of the patterns, so she doesn’t need to rub on your skin to get rid of them. but she insists she has to. like she  i n s i s t s  mate.

° cuddles aren’t quick with cora. be prepared to be there with her for hours on end.

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💤Nap Bois 💤

Dnejndjendjedn bc I need a nap rn have some sleep HCs fjdjej

If you look closely you can see me warming up to writing again cjdjsnsjs

Bakugou

Sprawled out, no exceptions

Blanket hog

Enjoy building up your muscle not by training but by taking back the covers

Will growl if you try to rip the sheets from him

Grouchy boi

Heavy sleeper

Mumbles in his sleep

Occasional yelling

Midoriya

Fetal position

Sweet baby tucks himself in subconsciously

Snuggles into pillow

Cuddle monster

Will 100% rub circles into your skin in his sleep

Mutters in his sleep

Drowsy boi

Precious boy is a light sleeper

Todoroki

Lays on his side or on his back

Changes from having sheets on/sheets off constantly

Tosses and turns

Depending on the dream his quirk might act up slightly

Best cuddler

Big spoon 100%

When he's really tired he'll drool

Confused about everything when he wakes up, total sleep coma

Shinso

Can pass out in literally any position

Deep sleeper

Good luck getting him up again if he falls asleep

Bear hugs in his sleep

Snores softly

Groans if you try to escape his nap trap

Prefers to hold you close to him and use you as a pillow

Wakes up with sleep amnesia

Denki

*THUD* "Oh, Denki's asleep"

Heavy sleeper but movement wakes him up

Talks in his sleep a lot

Sometimes it's memes, gibberish, or the absolute most filthiest flirts

You scent gives him a refreshing rest

Will whine for any form of cuddling before he just clocks out

Sleep ambushes him, he doesn't choose to sleep, sleep chooses him

Kirishima

Steadily falls asleep

That "started talking but fell asleep mid thought" types

Always lays his head on his arms

Unless you're his pillow

Cue him nuzzling into your skin

Mutters about his dreams

Snores if he's really tired

Always wants to sleep on you but doesn't want to bother you

Will 100% be in a deathlike sleep if he falls asleep on your thighs

Sero

"I'm not tired" *Yawn*

Sleep Denial

It becomes a game to see how fast you can put him to sleep

So far it's 3 minutes of playing with his hair

Deep sleeper

Once he's out he's out until further notice

Limp ragdoll type of sleeper

Groans a lot in his sleep when he repositions himself

Snores

Iida

"No, Y/n, I don't need a nap, I'm perfectly fi- *yawn*"

Needs coaxing to take naps because he had an urge to make every waking hour productive

Will only nap if you're taking one with him

Says it's so you two are on the same schedule but he really just can't nap successfully without you

Sleeps on his back with his arms wrapped around you

Presses his head into the top of yours for maximum comfort

Snores loud when he's in a deep sleep

Dabi

"Hey Dabi, want to take a na-" *Dabi picks you up like a sac of potatoes and walks to the bed*

Sleeps on top of you like a body pillow

The one thing that puts him to sleep nearly instantly is the sound of your heartbeat

Has the best sleeps when his head is resting on your chest and your hand playing with his hair

Mumbles a little in his sleep

Doesn't snore but he relaxes so much his muscles kinda do the twitch thing to push more blood through them (pls know what I mean, I swear I'm not crazy fjejssj)

Shigaraki

Says he doesn't need a nap but sees you sleeping and can't help himself

Lays with his back propped against the wall/bedframe

Has you in his lap with his arms around your torso

Thinks you're so adorable being so vulnerable

Has the urge to protect you until the sleep grips him

Gentle breathfalls

Mutters in his sleep

Toshinori

Will never suggest a nap but is 100% on board

Either admiring you, playing on his phone, grading papers, or napping with you

He ultimately just wants to be with you

When he thinks you're asleep he'll hum a melody and rub your arm tenderly

Gets flustered if you mention it

Eventually falls asleep with his limbs tangled in yours, his body molding with yours for the ultimate snuggle session

Snores softly

Aizawa

Nap God

Somehow still holds conversations while being dead ass asleep

The Dad Snore™

Big spoon if you decide to nap with him

Locks you in so there's no chance of escape

"Do you want to take a-" *sounds of him zipping up his sleeping bag*

Yes the nap sac can fit two people

No, there are no bathroom breaks

Only sleep