#Cas/Reader

[captainswhore]

i am a firm believer that the cod men like a spouse with a bush.... but i'm specifically thinkin about gaz.

he looks really clean- like, really, really clean. he's the type that, when he's home, showers twice a day and likes to feel clean and smell good. brings disposable wipes or baby wipes on missions to feel some semblance of that.

so, of course, when you walk in on him in the bathroom one day and see how squeaky clean he is, trimming his pubes before he hops in the shower, you get self conscious. he asks what's takin you so long in the shower after him because he just wants to cuddle once he's clean and home from a mission. he hears you yell "just a sec!" but puts his ear on the door and hears a "mother fu- how do pornstars do this? is it a regular waxing?" he's pushing the door open to see what the hell you're doing.

he finds you, basically doing the splits in the shower, trying SOOO hard to figure out where to even start to get your bush taken care of.

scoops his arm over the leg you have propped up on the tub, grabs a hold of you wherever you can reach when you start flailing, hears your razor clatter on the floor in your haste to grip onto him, and very (not) carefully, throws you on the bed. before you can even ask him what he's doing, he's got his head shoved in between your legs, takes one of your hands to rest on his head, and goes to TOWN. nothing can pull this man off of you.

"it's a personal preference luv," he says, when he leans back to take a breather from literally drowning in your cum, "that means personal.... i'm all for whatever you're comfortable with... don't change just cause you caught me shavin" and before you can even respond his fingers dig into that special spot inside you, and you cum so hard you basically see stars.

he tries to explain why he doesn't care about body hair on other people again, but he has to say it twice because you can't hear anything over your heartbeat in your ears and the panting you're doing after cummin that hard.

[starmocha]

would you still love me if i was a worm? (and other thought-provoking questions) Sylus/Reader | 2100 words | AO3 In which Sylus answers many meaningful drunken questions at 2 AM. A/N: Why have I been clowning on this man 🗿 lowkey based on this post I made before his release lol

It was rather common for Sylus to be up at 2 AM, since in his particular line of work, businesses were best done in the dead of night when most people would be asleep. It didn’t help that the N109 Zone was shrouded in eternal darkness at all times, so the entire concept of time felt rather meaningless to most citizens.

What truly was uncommon for Sylus was receiving a call from you at this time in the middle of the night when you should be slumbering away like most normal citizens. He stared at his phone screen where “Kitten” was so affectionately featured prominently onscreen along with his favorite photo of you. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer the curious call. Nothing, however, could have prepared the leader of Onychinus with your desperate plea: “Crow Man, come pick me up, pleasssseeee!”

Sylus raised a brow as he held his cellphone tighter in his hand. “Crow Man?”

“Is this not Ca-Caw Man?”

“…are you drunk, sweetie?”

“Mr. Big Ca-Cawk, please pick me upppp!”

Sylus set his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his seat, already massaging his temple in slow circles. He had lavished you with such sweet pet names, and in your darling little head, you had just affectionately bestowed upon him the nickname…Big Ca-Cawk.

Sylus inhaled sharply.

He knew he let you get away with a lot of mischievous things, but perhaps this might be the one time he needed to put his foot down. He held his phone next to his ear again, hearing you sniffled:

“Caw-Caw, do you not like me anymore?”

Damn. You were good.

Sylus huffed softly, finding your drunken speech pattern rather endearing now. With a soft smile on his face, he spoke low, “Far from the truth, sweetie. Now, give me your address.”

You relayed to him the address of a late-night restaurant you were at in Linkon City.

“Stay safe,” Sylus responded, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

The call ended and Sylus heaved another heavy sigh before he stood up. He walked pass where Mephisto was roosting on his perch, and Sylus mumbled thoughtfully to the mechanical crow, “Maybe I should just assign you to monitor her 24/7 from now on.”

Mephisto tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his owner’s odd words. He cooed quietly in response, watching as Sylus left.

With no speed limit in the N109 Zone, Sylus breezed through the city on his motorcycle in a matter of less than fifteen minutes. Through Linkon City, the street was mostly vacant, and he managed to avoid many of the cop hiding spots. It took him roughly another ten minutes to finally pulled up to the restaurant you said you were at.

As he parked his motorcycle, he took his helmet off, eyes instantly narrowing in anger when he noticed you were backed into a wall by a couple of sober sleazebags. Sylus started to walk up to you, his temper flaring when he heard your feeble protests:

“No…I don’t like this. Go away...”

“Aww, come on, sweetcheeks, you look like you could use a rest at a motel with us.”

“Yeah, it’d be in bad conscious of us if we leave a cute girl like you hanging around on the street like this—”

Sylus had heard enough. His hand tightened into a fist, and thick, dark tendrils wrapped around the two men’s necks, easily lifting them up and sending them hurtling down the block. When they gotten up, ready to assault their attacker, they were instantly frozen with fear from just a simple sharp glare from Sylus. He merely snapped his fingers and new tendrils shot straight down the block at the two men, the sight enough to send them running away in terror.

How fortunate for them. Sylus had other important things on his mind this particular night, or otherwise, he would have felt no qualms with ridding the world of two lowlifes.

When Sylus turned to look at you, his gaze softened considerably, a look of exasperation settled on his handsome features. He approached you slowly, his voice soft and gentle, “Sweetheart…”

His eyes widened in shock when you flung yourself against him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. You sniffled softly, “Sy-Sy…”

Sylus regained his composure and he smiled down at your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “So I am Sy-Sy now?”

He waited for you to calm down, speaking gentle, comforting words to ease your fears. When he noticed you appeared calmer, he led you to where he had parked. After handing you a helmet, he made sure your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist again before he took off, heading to your apartment.

Once he had arrived to your apartment building, he led you upstairs to your floor. He watched in amusement as you attempted to open the door, unable to get your thumb aligned correctly with the biometrics.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing your wrist and guiding your thumb to match up with the small screen.

There was a click.

The door opened.

You stared in absolute awe. “Sy-Sy is so amazing…”

Sylus chuckled as he led you inside. “Sweetie, how much did you drink tonight?”

You shrugged. “It was Tara’s birthday…and it was our 5000th wanderer kill…and it was also pay day…and—”

Sylus immediately cut you off, laughing. “I get it,” he said, leading you to your bathroom to help you wash up, “You had a lot to celebrate today.”

He watched you smiled happily as you splashed some cooling water on your face. He helped you removed your jewelry before leading you to your bedroom. Sylus crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed you up and down in your black bodycon dress.

“Now, while I do appreciate seeing you in this dress,” he said with a teasing lecherous smirk, “I don’t think it’ll be comfortable to wear to bed, right?”

You giggled. “Nope!”

Sylus’ eyes widened, completely unprepared when you decided to shamelessly take the dress off yourself and flung it at a chair in your room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood there in just your bra and panties.

Sylus covered his face, groaning softly. “This girl…” He took another look at you happily smiling away at him with not a single sober thought in your head. He turned away, mumbling, “Stay put.”

He sighed and walked into your closet, muttering to himself as he searched for some sleepwear for you, “You suck at drinking, sweetheart, and yet you let yourself get this drunk…”

After spending about five minutes of searching for some decent sleepwear, Sylus came back out to find you on the bed laying on your side, half-asleep. Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, as cute as you look like that, you need to get dressed.”

You mumbled sleepily, and Sylus took it upon himself to help you get dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. This task felt rather foreign to him, since he was honestly more used to doing the complete opposite. As if reading his mind, you fell against him giggling again once you were fully dressed. “Are you going to take my bra off, too, Sy-Sy?”

He groaned again, his brain about to explode. “Sweetie, you are testing me.”

You giggled again and batted your eyelashes at him.

He smirked, slipping his hands under your shirt from behind and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side with your earlier abandoned dress. “It’s a good thing I am such a gentleman who doesn’t like taking advantage of intoxicated women.”

“Sy-Sy is the sweetest,” you agreed solemnly. You leaned up and clumsily kissed him, catching him off-guard for just a few seconds before he chuckled against the kiss, pecking your lips lightly. He pulled away first, amused when he saw your look of disappointment at how quickly the kiss ended.

Sylus pinched your cheek, eliciting a pained yelp that stirred you fully awake. “Next time, you are not allowed to get yourself drunk without me around,” he scolded you firmly, though his facial expression was more gentle than angry.

“But it was pay day…”

One sharp look from Sylus had you clamming up. When he turned away, you let out a soft whine, “Wait…are you leaving me?”

He turned back just in time to see a pout forming on your face. He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, giving you a slow shake of his head. He knew he was coddling you too much tonight, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone in such a disoriented state. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered with a smile, “I’m just going to turn off the lights.”

Once the lights were out, Sylus made his way back over to the bed. He chuckled in amusement as you scooted to the center, giving the empty space next to you an enthusiastic pat. Sylus climbed into bed, happy when you cuddled up to him.

“Caw-Caw, I have a question…”

“So it’s Caw-Caw again?” he asked bemused, and then muttered more to himself, “I think I’d rather you call me Sy-Sy instead… What is it, sweetie?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Sweetie, I would feed you to Mephisto,” he answered, not missing a single beat.

“Noooo…” you whined at him with tears brimming in your eyes. You weakly pawed at his arm with little fists, pleading, “Don’t feed me to Mephie…”

“Mephie?” he laughed, astonished that now you had taken the liberty of nicknaming his mechanical crow.

“I won’t taste good,” you insisted with a sweet pout.

“Personally, I think you taste divine,” Sylus teased with the double-entendre, but in your drunken state, you didn’t catch the double meaning. You could only sniffle sadly at him. He rubbed your cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes seemed so bright in the darkness.

“Sy-Sy…”

“Hmm?” Sylus propped himself up on his elbow, his chin cradled in his hand as he peered down at you snuggled up close to him again.

“Where does the light go when you close the fridge door?”

“Drunk you is just full of silly questions, huh?”

You continued, not caring that he didn’t give you an actual answer to your previous inquiry, “Why do we make round pizza, put it in a square box, just to eat it as a triangle?”

Sylus blinked, sighing, feeling at a complete loss for words. “When you are sober, I’ll make sure to look up the answer for you, sweetie.”

“Sy-Sy?”

“What now?”

“Life is soup.”

Sylus raised his brow in complete confusion, not understanding a single damn word out of your mouth now. He didn’t even know how to respond to the odd comment, so he just continued to stare at you, hoping for a follow-up.

“And I am a fork.”

Sylus pulled you into his arms, laying on his back with you on top of him. “Alright, sweetie, it’s time for bed now.”

You giggled, rubbing your face against his soft shirt, inhaling deeply the faint scent of cologne on him. You sighed happily, smelling the familiar comforting, warm and woodsy fragrance on him. “Would you…” You yawned and rubbed your drowsy eyes, “love me if I shrink down to the size of your thumb?”

“Sweetheart, I’ll just have to keep you safe in my pocket.” Sylus brushed the flyaway hair away from your face, his expression tender as he gazed at your sweet, sleepy face resting on top of his chest. Even though he knew by morning, you wouldn’t remember a single thing from this night, Sylus still couldn’t help but voiced his thoughts and feelings aloud.

“I adore you,” he said, hushed, the weight of his words hung heavy in the stillness of the bedroom, “More than you will ever know.”

You yawned again, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I love you, too, Mr. Big Ca-Cawk.”

Sylus could do nothing but laughed resignedly, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his body, the soft warmth of you against him was calming. Sylus felt a strange mixture of both happiness and bemusement by your drunk words, knowing your intoxicated state was also your most honest side, revealing to him the depths of your feelings for him. He kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes closed to rest as well, as he murmured, “Sweet dreams, you silly girl.”

[majorpatheticcas]

May I have this dance? 🌹

"I gotta be honest with you, kid. I'm not the smoothest dancer, but hey, at least we're dancing, right?"

Anon design by: @htsan

[prythianpages]

I Put A Spell On You | Acotar x Witch Reader

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[season of the witch masterlist]

summary: You, a witch, perform a ritual over your mate.

warnings: witchy rituals, Az being smitten with Green Witch, suggestiveness for Cas's bc he's horny for Love Witch, and a bit of Eris being soft for his Chaos witch.

a/n: Happy Summerween! This is inspired by the meme "hot witch wife and me doing whatever the hell she wants" that came from the gif above. Only Azriel, Cassian and Eris are included in this. Idek if these count as drabbles since each one is roughly a little longer than 1K but oh well lol.

moon divider by @tsunami-of-tears <3

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Azriel x Green Witch

Candles were lit and placed carefully around the room, casting a warm glow that danced with your every movement. You knelt in the center, drawing a chalk circle with meticulous care. Your eyebrows knitted together, focus unwavering.

A sight that had Azriel’s gaze softening as he watched you from where he stood. His shadows flitted around him, singing in content. Precious, they whispered. Yours. The corner of his lips tugged up into a faint smile. Ours. His shadows were just as smitten with you as him.

"Azriel," you called softly as you shifted into a kneeling position.

He stepped forward, shadows shuddering under the force of your magic as he crossed the chalk circle. Kneeling before you, his gaze flickered to the tray between you, filled with an assortment of herbs, shimmering crystals, and freshly cut dandelions. Through the bond, he could feel your anticipation and nervousness humming like a vibrant current. He sent a soothing wave of calm your way, reveling in the way your muscles seemed to relax.

Lighting the candle on the tray with your magic, you finally look up and meet Azriel’s gaze. A faint blush colors your cheeks at what you find in those hazel eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that?" 

“Because you’ve bewitched me.”

You lifted a brow. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Oh, but you have.” He grinned, hazel eyes sparkling. “Just being you is enough.”

“Don’t distract me,” you admonished, though your voice lacked firmness, and the blush on your face deepened. “I could be casting a hex on you for all you know… what if I were cursing you into a toad?”

“I’d croak only for you.”

“And if I jinxed you with a body-bind curse that would immobilize you?”

Azriel tilted his head, his eyes boring into yours with a challenge. “So that I’d never leave your side…Are you sure that’s a curse?”

You stared back at Azriel, eyes narrowing in skepticism. But he doesn’t waver. You’re certain he doesn’t even blink, and the sincerity radiating from him sends a wave of warmth through your heart. He’d let you do anything to him.

“You’re insufferable,” you finally replied, though the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed your words.

“And you’re adorable,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending delightful shivers down your spine. 

Before his hand could fall back to his side, you reached out for it and laced your fingers through his, smile widening when one of his shadows wedges itself through the cracks.  “Will you let me focus now?”

Azriel gives your hand a squeeze, silently commanding the shadow between your fingers to return to him. With a wave of your other hand, your spellbook came flying to you from your desk in the corner. In a whirl of green, the pages began to turn, your eyes darkening as they searched for the spell in mind.

“What is this spell for anyway?” Azriel couldn’t help but ask, realizing he had no clue as to what this ritual of yours entailed. When he told you he was going on a long mission–a full week–and you had asked if you could try something, he had simply said yes.

Darkness fully consumed your eyes, the turning pages coming to a stop. He doesn’t flinch when your dark eyes look up to his. To him, they were just another beautiful part of you that he loved.  “It’s a small binding spell for protection. It’s like a stepping stone for the spell I want to cast after our mating ceremony.”

“And no, I won’t tell you what that one is because it’s a surprise.” You added after sensing the next question ready to roll off Azriel’s tongue.

Azriel let out a small huff. He doesn’t like surprises but you’re stubborn and unwavering. At the slight pout of his face, you bring his hand to your mouth and brushed your lips against his fingers. The subtle twitch of his right wing betrayed him, making you smile. 

“Now, sit back on your heels and relax.” You instructed, taking his other hand in yours so both hands held his.

Azriel’s wings curled in slightly, the dark talons lightly grazing the floor. His shadows quieted, resting against his neck and lap. You gave both of his hands a squeeze before you began to murmur a chant, your voice soothing and melodic. The flames surrounding you both danced higher, responding to your magic.

Your magic enveloped you both, swirling along the line of your circle and casting a shimmering green glow upon the room. The magic from Azriel’s cobalt blue siphons sang in response, fluttering toward your emerald light and intertwining with it, just like your fingers are with his.

The combined force of your magic sent a cool gust of air your way, making your hair sway gently. The dandelions between you both seemed to awaken with a life of their own, the pappus carrying their seeds stirring. A tender flutter of warmth rose from Azriel’s stomach as the dandelions began to rise, his mind flashing back to that day in the field of dandelions when your laughter had filled the air.

The feathery plumes floated in the air between you both, carrying promises in the wind of your magic.They wrapped around your intertwined hands, morphing into a golden thread in a burst of bright light. Azriel eyes filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper that made your heart race. It prompted you to close your eyes, not wanting to be distracted as you whispered the last words of the spell.

When you finished, the room fell into a calm silence. You opened your eyes, and Azriel watched as the darkness lifted from them, smiling as you were brought back to him.

Azriel rises first so that he can guide you to your feet. His hands don’t let go of yours. Though it’s time for him to leave for his mission, his shoulders feel light. As if a huge weight has been lifted off and he feels something he’s never felt before–an overwhelming sense of safety. Even his shadows seemed to give a sigh of relief.

Resting his forehead against yours, he takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut briefly. “I’ll come home to you as soon as I can. Crawl if I have to.”

“You won’t have to,” you promised, looking up at him. “You’ll come home to me unscathed and we’ll have our mating ceremony. Then, I’ll show you my surprise.”

His lips brushed against your forehead in a tender kiss, the promise of your future together shimmering like the magic lingering in the air.

Cassian x Love Witch

Cassian’s head tilted back in pleasure, his large hands falling to your hips. Your lips found purchase against the newly exposed skin of his neck, slowly working your way up. He let out a deep groan when you grinded down against him, his hands kneading into you to press you further onto his growing bulge.

“Sweetheart–”

“Can I–” 

“Yes.”

You let out a breathless giggle, pulling back to look down at your mate, your heart shaped pupils making an appearance. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Well, let’s fix that?” He smirked at you, his hand sliding up your shirt.

“I want to try something.”

“Anything,” Cassian replied, eyes hooded with lust, before chasing after your lips.

You placed a finger against his lips, stopping them from meeting yours and when your lips curved into a devious grin, Cassian realized you were not talking about sex.

“I want to cast a spell on you, perform a ritual.”

His throat bobbed. “A ritual?”

“Mmm,” you replied, shifting in his lap as you cradled his face into your hands. “One I can only perform when the recipient is in love with me. It makes my love potions more potent. I’ve never tried it before but I’d like to. It’ll be fun…”

Cassian searched your face, eyes narrowing at you. “Fun in what sense?”

“Fun in the sense that it’ll make you feel real, real good,” you replied, hands falling to his chest slowly snaking their way upwards to run down his back and teasing at the area where his wings meet his skin. His wings shuddered, his arousal filling the air.

“Only if I get to make you feel real, real good after.” His hands guided you to circle your hips over his lap again, eliciting a soft moan out of you as you felt his desire for you.

“Deal.”

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Cassian watched as you moved about your spell room with a grace and purpose that made his heart swell with pride. Since you had become a couple, your magic had been steadily returning to its former strength. It seemed that all you needed was to believe in yourself for your magic to flourish again.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’d work your magic on him but it was the first time you’d perform a ritual on him. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation as he laid down in the center of the circle you had drawn. His wings, arms and legs were splayed out in a relaxed yet expectant manner.

You sprinkled salt around the circle, its crystals catching the fae lights hanging above and adding a shimmering boundary. Then, with a dash of cinnamon, Cassian’s nose wrinkled, the warm, spicy scent teasing his senses. As you scattered rose petals along the floor, Cassian’s eyes followed you, tracking your every movement. 

“How does this work again?” 

You made your way towards Cassian, your feet stopping right at his head as you peered down at him. “It’s simple. You think about me and only me—”

“Easy.” He smirked up at you.

With a playful wink, you threw a handful of rose petals at him.  “—while I chant a spell. Your feelings will manifest into a tangible energy that I can then work with and stir into my potion.” You explained as you added drops of honey and more cinnamon to the brewing potion in the cauldron at the edge of the circle, the mixture bubbling softly.

“But what if I accidentally think of other things?” Cassian couldn’t help but ask. 

His thoughts did tend to drift away often, usually to not so innocent thoughts of you. However, there were the occasional random ones such as what he’d be having for dinner, the  result of the loud instrument he had gifted Nyx on his birthday or what would make Azriel tick next.

“Then, the cauldron will tip over angrily over your defiance to love me.”

He lifted his head slightly from the ground, relief bringing it back down when he saw you were joking.

“Just don’t think of anything negative. Otherwise, you’ll mess with the spell.” You reassured.

“Okay, got it! I can definitely do that. Think positive thoughts.” His eyebrows knitted together in concentration but then another thought came to mind and once again, he was lifting his head from the ground.

 "And why am I shirtless?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Oh that," you grinned back at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.  "That's for my own entertainment."

You began the ritual by lighting candles placed at each cardinal point of the circle. You then took a small, ornate vial from a nearby table, filled with a shimmering liquid—the essence of moonlight collected during the last full moon. You carefully poured a few drops into the cauldron, causing the potion to glow.

As you started chanting the spell, the energy in the room seemed to shift and intensify. Cassian closed his eyes, focusing on his love for you, letting the emotion swell within him. You placed your hands gently on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. 

“Stay still.”

“Your hands are cold and it tickles.” Cassian breathed but did his best to not move.

The air around you crackled with energy like a steady, burning hearth. The pink thread of magic began to weave itself around Cassian, glowing brighter with each passing moment. The connection between you two was palpable, a current of love and magic flowing freely. You could feel his love transforming into a tangible force, ready to be harnessed for your potion.

As the final words of the spell left your lips, you gathered the energy with a sweeping motion of your hand, guiding it into the cauldron. The potion bubbled vigorously for a moment before settling into a golden liquid, infused with the power of your love and Cassian’s devotion.

You looked down at Cassian, who opened his eyes and met your gaze. “There,” you said softly, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” Cassian replied, his entire body humming with a pleasant warmth. He felt good, real good. Just as you had said. He reached up and gently pulled you down for a kiss, his lips warm and soft against yours. “You’re amazing.”

Then, he flipped you over, positioning you on the ground beneath him as he hovered above you. His gaze darkened, love and lust simmering in those hazel eyes. “Now, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Lost in the promise of pleasure, you failed to close the ritual and your brewing love potion bubbled, turning into something more sensual…

Eris x Chaos Witch

Eris entered the dimly lit chamber, the hair on the back of his neck rising at the sudden chill in the air. The sensation, once unsettling, now was a welcomed embrace, a whisper of the magic that thrived in these walls. He closed the door behind him.

It was only then that he allowed his shoulders to sag, burdened by the heavy yet long desired mantle of his new responsibilities as the High Lord of Autumn. As he begins to unbutton his coat, the soft hum of a melody reached his ears, a soothing sound that seemed to dance with the flickering shadows. Drawn towards the source, Eris walked into the bathroom, where the air was thick with the scent of enchanted herbs and essential oils.

In the center of the room, a large, claw-footed bathtub awaited, filled with steaming water. Floating atop were petals of autumn blooms, interspersed with sprigs of calming lavender and rosemary. You stood beside the tub, your back turned towards him, but he could feel your awareness of his presence through the bond that tightened in his chest.

Eris leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to fully appreciate the scene before him. The tightening in his chest blossomed into a pool of warmth, the sight of you bringing him a sense of peace that always left him wondering if this was all a dream. Another tug through the bond reminds him that it’s not. 

You wore a flowing gown of deep burgundy, reminiscent of the Autumn Court’s forests, and your hair cascaded around your shoulders. The humming ceased, and with a smile in your voice, you finally greeted him.

“My High Lord.”

A faint smirk tugged at Eris’s lips as he crossed his arms. "What is all of this?"

You turned around to face him, your eyes glowing a vivid crimson as the room darkened around you. "A little treat for you."

Eris raised an eyebrow, his own magic flickering the candles surrounding the bathtub to life. "A treat? For me?"

"Mmm. That’s what I said.”

Your eyes softened back to their natural hue. “Your energy has been all over the place these past couple of weeks. I thought a ritual might help ease your burden." You gestured to the enticing bath. "To relax you a little."

Eris blinked, momentarily taken aback by the gesture. His eyes roamed over the various jars and elixirs lining one of the counters, each one glimmering with an otherworldly light. His gaze returned to you as you moved towards the array. You paused, studying the selection with a discerning eye before picking up a dark vial, its contents swirling with a strange mist.

You approached the bathtub with the chosen elixir, the air tingling with anticipation. You uncorked the bottle, releasing the trapped mist with a soft pop. You brought the open bottle to your nose, inhaling deeply and closing your eyes as if savoring a fine wine. “Frog’s breath,” you said, the corners of your lips twitching at the slight grimace on Eris’s face. “It’s surprisingly refreshing. It’s the toad’s breath you have to watch out for.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to go sniffing the wrong amphibian,” Eris replied, his tone laced with dry sarcasm.

You shot him a wry look before turning your attention back to the bath. With a flick of your wrist, you directed the mist towards the water, where it hovered above the surface like storm clouds, emitting a soft hiss as it settled.

Then, you reached into your dress, pulling out a long, vibrant feather from your chest, its colors shimmering in shades of reds, oranges, and gold. Your eyes glowed with a radiant red light as you admired the feather. “A phoenix feather. It brings forth rebirth and renewal—a rejuvenating energy, perfect for new beginnings.”

You beckoned Eris closer, and he complied, his amber eyes alight with curiosity and intrigue. He stood beside you, watching intently as you cast the feather into the bathtub as if it were your cauldron. There was a sudden flash of light, and the water began to glow with a faint golden hue.

“Looks like you’re preparing to make a stew out of me.”

You turned your head to meet his gaze, finding him already watching you. Your smile widened into a mischievous grin. “Oh, how you wound me, my love. I thought we were well past the murderous stage.”

Eris chuckled, reminiscing about the tumultuous beginnings of your relationship. How far the two of you had come since those early days. He never would have imagined that the witch with a love for chaos could capture his heart so completely. As you placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle nudge, he turned to face you.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

Eris gave you a nod, not trusting himself to speak. His throat felt tight with emotion.

You began to undo the remaining buttons on his coat, your fingers moving with a practiced grace. The fabric soon slid down his shoulders and fell to the floor. You continued with his vest and then, you reached his shirt, your nimble fingers brushing against his chest. 

As the garment fell away, you took a moment to appreciate the sight before you. Your hands traced the planes of his muscles, the touch light and reverent, invoking a delightful shudder that ran through him like a current. Your eyes find his as your hands begin to trail lower, teasing at the waistband of his pants.

Eris’s gaze is intense, bringing your movements to a stop. He finishes undressing himself, knowing that if he allowed you, there was no way he’d have the strength to indulge in the bath before indulging in you.

His hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him, lips meeting yours in a tender caress. “What next?” He breathes, his nose brushing against yours.

“Do you trust me?” You whisper and though he can only muster another nod, he sends his reassurance through the bond. “Then, get in.”

You extend your hand to him, and he takes it without hesitation, allowing you to guide him into the bath. Even as he settles into the tub, his back resting against the cool porcelain, his hand never leaves yours. The hot water envelops him, immediately easing the tension in his muscles, and he lets out a contented groan.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he brushes a kiss against your knuckles, his amber eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. "What would I do without you?" he murmurs.

“Guess we’ll never find out. You’re stuck with me now.” You reply, tugging at the golden threads that tether your souls together.

"A devastating tragedy," Eris feigns lament.

"A true catastrophe," you echo, matching his tone.

The two of you share a smile, the look in your eyes contrasting the words exchanged. Your hands move gently to remove the autumn diadem from his head, a symbol of his new rank and the burdens he bears. You place the diadem safely onto the counter and then, you’re returning to his side.  

You sit on the stool beside the bathtub, your fingers threading through his hair with a soothing touch. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he replies and though it’s not the first time you performed a ritual over him, it’s your first time performing one as his mate and for pleasure. His heart flutters in anticipation.

Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "Just sit back and relax.”

His breath hitched as he felt the coolness of your magic radiate from your fingertips and seep into his scalp. You began to hum an ancient tune. The chill of your magic transformed into a soothing, calming caress, gently breaking down the shields of his mind. He closed his eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over him—the warmth of the water, the scent of enchanted herbs, the soft glow of candles.

Eris, who had always been the one to shoulder burdens and stand strong, felt an unfamiliar sensation—a deep, unspoken care enveloping him. It relaxed him, allowing him to be vulnerable in a way he rarely permitted. And in the quiet embrace of the night, he realized how fortunate he was to have someone like you in his life.

Someone who understood the storms within him and embraced them, bringing harmony to his tumultuous world.

a/n: hope you enjoyed these! Eris's turned out a lot softer than I first imagined. I do intend to post more witchy HCs/drabbles but at the moment, I don't have an idea for one. But if you do, feel free to send it my way!

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[marunene]

He would count your freckles as a hobby

[womanhopper]

Noises

(With desperate Cas)

AN- I want to write something with a desperate Dean but i can think of anything that will make him seem like him, if that makes sense? SEND REQUEST 🙏

Cas’ jaw was sore and bruised, the bruising was from a fight he got into, but the soreness he had was for an entirely different reason.

You heard his jaw pop as he finally released your poor pearl from his teeth, licking a long and painfully slow stripe up your slit. You were absolutely gone, each orgasm making your thighs constantly squeeze around his head and shake with the rest of your body from sweet overstimulation.

But can you blame the poor, sweet, angel? It was really your fault for thinking you could prance around the kitchen in one of his shirts and his favorite thin, white panties. You always looked absolutely heavenly and divine to him in the pure looking panties, the panties he destroyed you in.

His intentions started innocent with a few kisses along your neck as he wrapped his arms around your stomach, but how could anyone resist you with your soft whines.

“Oh Cas…” you whine out as you leaned your hands on the counter in front of you.

Cas was only encouraged by the way you whined his name, responding with a desperate noise you faintly made out as a moan.

You tried to convince Cas to stop, or at least wait until you were in the privacy of your room where there weren’t prying eyes through open windows, but he could never focus let alone listen when he was so desperate for you.

Cas only responded to you with a disagreeing hum before starting to become more desperate “Please, angel?” He kissed along your shoulder as he slid his hands under your (his) shirt, squeezing the soft skin as he slid them higher up your body.

You sighed at the feeling of his hands caressing you, but you were still persistent to not be watched by those passing by.

“Cas-“ you were cut off with a sharp gasp as he bit softly into your shoulder, effectively silencing you as he cupped both of your tits. “Oh fuck.” you moan out as he pinches your hardened nipples.

Cas kissed the area he had been biting before starting to plead with you, “Please just once? Just let me taste you and I swear i’ll be good.”

You wanted to hold your ground, you really did, but you could never deny him when he was being so desperate, rutting his hips between your thigh. And so you complied, “Fine.”

Only it wasn’t just one taste against the kitchen counter, how could he stop after tasting your sweet release?

AN(pt2)- I wanna write about Cas getting both of you off through your panties, just sliding over your slit while still being under your thin panties that soon become transparent with both of your excitement…

[samsno1]

Flowers

Castiel x GN!Reader

i love his eyes. that's it, that's the tweet. guys...this is very sweet but i don't know if i'm satisfied?? tell me what you think, writing castiel is very hard, lawd

Summary: In a hunt, a flower appears over your pillow after you come back to the motel room at night. Who left it there?

Warnings: FLUFF, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, i pictured s4/5 cas in this, use of y/n, sweet confession, NOT PROOF READ, that's it? english isn't my first language

WC: 2.5k

You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here

enjoy!

When you started hunting with Sam and Dean one of the last things you expected to encounter was an Angel, especially after discovering they aren't “harps and halos" like in the books you read as a kid, but instead soldiers and sometimes assholes.

Castiel was an exception to the “asshole” part, he was actually very sweet when it came to you and the boys. Helped you, saved you and cared for you. In that sense, Cas was just like the Angel stories, a guardian of the humans he was in charge of.

And for you, it was fun teaching Cas about humans and how they behaved, helped him when he didn't understand Dean's pop culture references, got him to watch classic movies and listen to music and he was always very keen into doing so, curious and intrigued in what you explained to him.

Those big blue eyes always gave you his full attention, sometimes with that little frown that you started to call “The Angel Frown” while he questioned you about something that, to you, was basic knowledge. You were always as patient as possible with him, always clarifying what you could in words he could understand and that ended up always making him come to you for help.

In conclusion, you and Cas got closer and you started to catch yourself staring when he wasn't looking, admiring his smiles, drowning into his sapphire eyes and wishing that he had just more doubts about how people acted so you could spend more time with him.

You knew, from what Castiel told you, that Angels and feelings, human feelings at least, weren't compatible and that things such as love and romance weren't truly a reality for him and his siblings, they were warriors after all, created to serve their Father and that was it. 

Even when Castiel rebelled for the Winchesters, letting go of the “I don't serve men” mindset was difficult but you, Dean and Sam were there for him. You were more understandable then the brothers because you knew Cas was trying his best.

And because you fell for the Angel, but nobody needed to know that.

One night you arrived at the motel room you were staying at, after waving goodnight to Sam and Dean, them going to their separate room.

You opened the door and sighed deeply in exhaustion. It had been a long day of questioning and more questions appearing then those answered. At first you guys thought of a vengeful spirit, then cursed object, then witch. All of those possibilities were still up and it was driving you three insane. People were dying and you felt useless.

Once you closed the door and threw your stuff in the closest table you turned to your bed, where your bag was placed to get some clothes to take a well deserved shower. But, when you looked at your pillow, you noticed a single pink flower sitting over it and you furrowed your eyebrows.

You approached the flower slowly, skeptical about it, your hunter instincts telling you this wasn't good news. You slowly reached for it, as if it could bite your hand off, and picked it up. You analyzed the plant, very confused and grabbed your laptop.

You searched until you found a flower similar to the one you were holding and learned it was a Camellia. You looked between the screen and the flower and you searched up what a pink Camellia meant because, as much as you knew, flowers weren't really something you looked into.

What you found was shocking. According to the internet, a pink Camellia represents admiration and appreciation and Camellias and general represent love and affection. You widen your eyes at the flower in your hands, looking around your empty room as if someone would pop up and explain what this was doing at your bed. Wrong room?

You couldn't think of anybody that could give you this willingly. It definitely wasn't Sam or Dean because, first, they spent the whole day by your side and, second, unless they meant it platonically, the boys didn't see you like that. You loved them and they loved you, of course, but, to them, you were like a sister Dean loves you like he loves Sam, the same way Sam loves you like he loves Dean and vice-versa.

The only person that came to your mind was…No, it couldn't be, he said himself, love for him was basically unachievable but you couldn't help but wonder, even if your rational brain said it was stupid to think Cas would mean that. You smiled at the flower, that tinge of hope lightning inside you.

You looked around the room to look for something you could fill up with water and found an empty beer bottle. That'll do.

You washed the bottle to get the smell of alcohol off and filled it up with water, placing the little flower inside.

The pink color of the petals clashed with the transparent green of the bottle and you smiled at that. It looked cute in a way. You thought, even if this didn't come from someone you knew, you were keeping it, at least the flower.

You left the makeshift vase in your nightstand and took your stuff to the shower, peeling off your suit and your tie on the way, leaving it on the ground as you locked yourself inside the bathroom.

In these moments, Cas thanked his abilities of becoming unseen because you arrived just as he was leaving the Camellia over your pillow. He spent the day researching flowers, finding an interest in how humans always gave them to the people they cared about or to the ones who passed. He wanted to give you one to show you that he cared for you and also as a thank you for being patient with him for a long time.

He always felt happier around you, a warm feeling inside him always seemed to bloom. He felt the need to be close to you, like you were a human magnet. Everytime you looked at him he felt a weird feeling in his stomach, your smile was always something he felt the need to chase, he wanted to see it always in your face. He admired the way your eyes would shine when you were talking about something you liked.

When he saw you placing the flower on the nightstand with a smile he felt that weird feeling in his stomach again. He would do anything to see that look on your face again.

That hunt lasted a week, taking you three too long to figure out it was a witch and even longer to find said witch and to say you guys were fed up was an understatement. 

For that long week you dared to say you missed the Angel, you thought about calling him, praying to him, multiple times but what were you going to say when he arrived? Missed you? I just wanted to see you?

Everything you thought sounded too intimate so you discarded the idea of calling him.

But two more flowers appeared on your pillow after that pink Camellia. A Peony that you learned meant for the Chinese something along the lines of “the most beautiful” and a stunning Carnation in a light red shade that represented admiration. At this point you were very intrigued about who was the one giving you the flowers, Castiel still on your mind. You didn't want to get your hopes too high, you were probably overthinking it anyways, making your heart speak louder than your brain.

You were lying on your bed, staring at the tiny bouquet of three flowers given piece by piece to you. It was your last night in that room, Dean having insisted he needed the sleep so as to not crash the Impala from tiredness. You had offered to drive as you weren't as bad as he was but, of course, that was an immediate no from the older brother so all of you settled for one more night.

As you close your eyes and start to fall asleep, a sudden flutter of wings gets your attention. It's dark in the room so you take a peek and for sure it's Cas. You hold back a smile and close your eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

You feel the Angel approaching the bed, his presence making your heart quicken in your chest. From what it sounds like, he's just standing, watching you and you start to feel very nervous.

Castiel on the other hand arrived to see your sleeping form and couldn't help but watch. You looked peaceful, your breathing was calm and you looked…pretty. Cas thought all his father's creations were wonderful but he felt like you could top them all, literally, in your sleep.

He had another little flower in his hand which, to him, had a very self-explanatory name, a Forget-Me-Not.

He spun the blue flower on his fingers, debating if he should leave it inside the vase or besides you, over your pillow. 

He approached you and while he was placing the flower next to your head he felt a gentle hand wrap around his wrist and instantly froze on the spot.

You opened your eyes and looked at his near-horrified face. You smiled at him.

“Got you” You said, a little above a whisper and looked at the flower he was holding. That one you knew the name and what it meant and you felt warmth spreading through your cheeks, not just at that one flower, but knowing now that all those flowers you received came from Cas.

“I'm sorry for disturbing you” He said as he retreated his hand and you held the Forget-Me-Not. He was tense, not looking at you.

“So you were the secret admirer leaving me these flowers?” You asked as you slowly sat up on the bed and placed the blue flower inside the bottle with the three others. You placed both your hands over your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. “Why?”

He looked around. What was he supposed to say? Himself barely knew why he was doing this but it felt right so he kept going with it. He noticed that the flower meanings resembled things that he felt or thought of you and he enjoyed collecting them for you, especially after you kept them.

“These flowers all have a meaning behind them” He started “Take them as a thank you for…being helpful with my understanding of human behaviors” 

You smiled stupidly at that. The way he said it sounded like something he had rehearsed before coming to you to say it, the words too polite. But yet, that's one of the things you liked about him.

“You didn't have to Cas…They are beautiful, thank you” You said and looked at the flowers again, biting your lip. You felt his eyes on you, it was always intimidating. You knew that it was just the way he was, look right into your eyes while you talk to show you had his full attention, his beautiful blue orbs hypnotizing.

Cas analyzed every aspect of yours as you sat in front of him, his eyes wondering over your figure and his hands moved faster than his thoughts and he reached for your shoulder, his palm traveling from your shoulder blade to the end of your upper arm and back up, tracing a pattern over your skin. He longed to touch you and be closer to you in a way he couldn’t explain so, in this moment, you both alone, he decided to fulfill this wish.

You widened your eyes and looked up at Castiel who was entranced by the movement of his hand, goosebumps flaring up on your skin.

“Cas?” You said and acknowledged your call with a hum “What are you…?”

He finally looked at you, his hand steadied on your shoulder.

“When I’m around you I always feel this need to touch you, be closer and this…” He shakes his head, finding a word to define how he felt. “Warmth comes over me everytime you smile”

His eyes bore through yours and you could only stare back at him, shocked.

“Cas, you’re saying–”

“I think I might love you, Y/N” He interrupted. The way he said it sounded like a confusion, a slight approach, as if he was tiptoeing around the thought, not sure if he wanted to grasp it or just keep his distance.

You were dumbfounded. He sounded so sincere and your heart started to beat faster, his hand over your shoulder felt like it was burning through your skin. It all made sense, the flowers, the way he was always keen on talking to you even when you did most of the talking and he just listened with a faint smile and pure interest, he just didn’t know because he never felt like this before, he didn’t know what loving was like.

You landed a hand over his cheek, your eyes practically watering with an emotional overload at his words. You thumb rubbed the light stubble on his cheek and you pulled him in for a hug. You wanted to kiss him so bad but you were on a baby steps basis with the Angel.

You hugged him tightly, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your frame as you let out a deep breath. When you pulled back, you didn’t pull away completely from him looking between his eyes and his mouth, a giddy smile on your face.

“I think I might love you too Castiel” You said and he widened his own eyes, a light chuckle coming out of you at his reaction.

Your chuckles were cut off by his lips on yours and you gasped in surprise. His mouth was as soft as you expected, his lips moving against your in perfect sync. He was impressively a good kisser, one of his hands gently holding at the back of your neck while the other slid down to your waist.

You felt like a bomb had exploded inside you, a foreign feeling of happiness spreading to every single cell on your body as your arms wrapped around his neck to hold yourself when he sat on the bed, pulling you over his lap, making you yelp.

You both pulled away, your arms still wrapped around each other and he had a light smile on his face. You one hundred per cent had a shocked look on yours, your cheeks hot and breathing heavy.

“Where’d you learn that?” You asked, absolutely knocked by the kiss.

“Dean told me a thing or two” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh, your body shaking against his as he also chuckled. “It seems like I did great?”

You stopped your laughs and looked in his eyes, drowning in their ocean blue. You gave a peck to the corner of his mouth.

“You did amazing” You said as one of your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he pulled you in, the warmth spreading through both of you yet again, never wanting to let go.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback helps me make those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo.

[angelsdean]

AU where dean's EMF reader can pick up and translate angel frequencies

[nabooberrie]

Castiel kinda looks like marlin from finding Nemo

[astr0exe]

HYBRID AU !

(tm reader, puppy reader, dehumanisation(?), nsfw)

(pt 2.)

Soap definitely tries to convince the other to let you stay in his room, just so he can pamper (use) you, his little puppy:(

I feel like Price would have a dog bed in his office, UNDER his desk, so you can play with his dick whenever he wants you to, cause.. you dont know what you really want puppy, just suck on his dick for a little bit, it will help your confused brain he promises and he wouldnt ever lie to his favourite pet

Gaz would absolutely spoil and pamper you, like always sliding you treats, letting you use him, letting you curl up in his lap

Ghost would probably have a collar made for you when you first get bought by them, a pretty pet deserves a pretty collar right boy? he would probably wanna see your drenched hole stretch along him AND Johnnys dicks, just be a good boy and take it:(

[bbsxsaa]

🌼 the real plot of the szn 🌼

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

First Day

Dean Winchester & adopted daughter!reader, Castiel & adopted daughter!reader (No destiel, everything’s platonic)

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Dean’s adopted nephilim daughter doesn’t want to go to school

A/N: this one’s super short

“But Jack doesn’t have to go!”

Dean rolled his eyes at your fourteenth attempt to argue.

“Well Jack is kind of running the universe now. Besides, he was born as a twenty year old, so he doesn’t count. It’s not my fault you aged normally.“

“It’s not mine either!” You insisted. “Why can’t I just keep learning at home?”

“Because I said so!” Dean insisted.

“Look,” Cas cut in. “This is gonna be good for you. You need to meet kids your age.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “Like I’m like any kids my age.”

“Is that what this is?” Dean asked. “You’re scared they’ll think you’re different.”

“I am different,” you argued. “Can’t I just go stay with Uncle Sam?”

“He’s busy with his own kids,” Dean said. “And you need to get out. You can’t stay in the house the rest of your life.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” Cas assured you. “I’m an angel too, remember? And I still fit in with the humans.”

“That’s different,” you huffed. “Teenagers are meaner.”

“How would you know?” Dean countered. “You haven’t met any of them.” He parked the Impala in the school parking lot. “Now get out there and make some friends.”

“You know I could just teleport back home,” you threatened.

“Yeah, and if you wanted to you woulda done it by now.” Dean was smirking at you in the rearview mirror. “We both know you want some friends, you’re just scared. But I’m not gonna let you back out because you’re a little freaked, so get going.”

“But dad—“

“Out!” Cas had mostly stayed out of the argument, so when he snapped the single word you immediately unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

“Hey,” Dean called out the open window, and you turned. “Have a great time, ok?”

You shot your dads a ghost of a smile, then turned and headed into school.

Neither man was surprised when you got back at the end of the school day and told them all about the new friends you’d made.

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[lila-lou]

✨Taking her in - Pt. 5✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language

Word Count: 6736

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💜

The date had gone far better than you ever could have anticipated. Jake turned out to be not just nice but genuinely thoughtful and respectful. He was in his early twenties, and you learned that he had recently come out of a long-term relationship, which explained his maturity and the way he approached things. He made it clear that he wasn’t interested in one-night stands and that he just wanted to get to know you better, which put you at ease. It was refreshing to be around someone who didn’t seem to have any hidden agendas, who was just enjoying spending time with you.

Midway through the evening, after the movie, Jake had offered to take you home, but you politely declined, mentioning that one of your “roommates”, who you explained were like brothers to you, would be picking you up. Jake didn’t push the issue and seemed to respect your boundaries completely. After the movie, he suggested going to a nearby diner for some food and milkshakes, and you agreed, thinking it would be a nice way to end the evening.

Now, you were in the restroom of the diner, having just finished dinner, while Jake waited at the table for the milkshakes to arrive. Your nerves were fluttering, but not in a bad way. The whole date had left you feeling giddy, your head buzzing from the attention Jake had given you. He had been a perfect gentleman, and the way he looked at you made you feel… noticed, in a way that was new and exciting.

Standing in front of the mirror, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath. The evening had been wonderful, but there was one more thing you needed to do before it ended. You pulled out your phone and dialed Dean’s number, your heart racing as you listened to it ring.

Dean had been lying on his bed at the bunker, attempting to distract himself with a movie, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The last three hours had been torture, his thoughts consumed with wondering how your date was going. He kept picturing you with Jake—laughing, talking, maybe even kissing—and the thought of you letting that guy get closer to you in ways he had only dared to imagine made his heart race with a mix of jealousy and anxiety.

Every time his mind wandered too far down that path, he forced himself to focus on the movie, but it was no use. The idea of you with someone else, someone who wasn’t him, gnawed at him relentlessly. He knew he had no right to feel this way, that he should be happy for you, but the feelings were there, simmering just beneath the surface.

When his phone buzzed and your name popped up on the screen, his heart skipped a beat. The first thought that flashed through his mind was relief—at least you were calling, which meant things hadn’t gone too far. But almost immediately, a darker thought crept in. What if something had happened? What if Jake had crossed a line or if you were in trouble?

Dean sat up quickly, his heart pounding as he answered the call. “Hey, you okay?”, he asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice but failing slightly.

“Hey, Dean”, you replied, and he could hear the lightness in your voice, the giddiness that told him things were okay, maybe even great. “Yeah, I’m fine. The date’s going really well, actually. We’re just finishing up some milkshakes at a diner, and I was wondering if you or Sam could pick me up in about thirty minutes?”.

Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relief flooding through him. “Yeah, of course”, he said, his voice a little steadier now. “I can come get you. Where are you guys?”.

You gave him the address, and he noted it down, his mind already shifting gears. The thought of seeing you again, of making sure you got home safe, calmed the storm of emotions that had been raging inside him all evening.

“Great, I’ll see you in a bit then”, you said, and there was a warmth in your voice that made Dean’s chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“See you soon”, Dean replied, trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable sense of urgency in his tone. He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

As he grabbed his jacket and headed out to the Impala, another thought crossed his mind—what if Jake had really gotten to you tonight? What if you’d let your guard down, and things had gone further than he was ready to accept? The idea made his stomach churn with a mix of protectiveness and something darker, something he didn’t want to admit to himself.

Dean pushed those thoughts aside as he started the Impala and pulled out of the bunker’s garage. He needed to focus on getting to you, on making sure you were safe and sound. Everything else could wait.

As he drove toward the diner, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing—between the two of you—and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for what that might mean. But for now, he’d put those feelings on hold.

Dean pulled up in front of the diner, his heart pounding in his chest as he spotted you and Jake standing off to the side. The way you were both smiling, clearly enjoying each other’s company, made something twist painfully in his gut. He watched from the car as you leaned in to hug Jake, his hand lingering on yours as you started to pull away. Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

Jake stepped closer to you, and Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. His mind raced with all the things he wanted to do—march over there, drag you away, anything to keep that guy from getting any closer. But he knew he couldn’t. This was your moment, your choice, and as much as it killed him, he had to let it happen.

Dean’s eyes narrowed as Jake gently cupped your face, leaning in closer. For a split second, Dean was sure he was going to lose it, his stomach churning at the thought of seeing you kiss someone else. But then, instead of kissing your lips, Jake placed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you shiver and smile brightly.

Dean’s chest tightened at the sight, a mix of relief and jealousy flooding through him. The way you smiled after that kiss, so genuine and happy, made it clear that you had enjoyed the night. And as much as Dean wanted to be happy for you, it only made the ache in his chest worse.

“Bye, (Y/N)”, Jake said, his voice warm and sincere. “Hope I’ll see you soon”.

You nodded, your smile still bright as you replied, “Yeah, I’d like that”.

Jake gave your hand one last squeeze before stepping back, giving you space to turn and walk toward the Impala. Dean watched you the entire time, his heart racing as you approached the car. When you finally reached the passenger door and opened it, he tried to compose himself, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.

“Hey”, you said softly as you slid into the seat, your cheeks still flushed with excitement.

“Hey”, Dean replied, his voice steady, though there was a tightness to it. “Had a good time?”.

You nodded, your smile still lingering as you buckled your seatbelt. “Yeah, I did. Jake’s really sweet”.

Dean nodded, though he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more about Jake. Instead, he just shifted the car into drive, pulling away from the diner.

As you rolled down the window, letting the cool night air wash over your flushed face, you tried to calm the fluttering in your stomach. The night had gone so well, better than you could have imagined, and you were still processing everything that had happened. The breeze helped a little, but your mind was still buzzing with the memory of Jake’s gentle kiss on your cheek and the warmth of his hand in yours.

Dean glanced over at you, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep his emotions in check. The way you looked—flushed, a little dazed, with that smile still playing on your lips—was driving him crazy. He couldn’t stand the silence any longer, couldn’t handle not knowing what had happened between you and Jake.

“Something happen?”, Dean finally asked, his voice tight with barely concealed tension. He kept his eyes on the road, but his whole body was tense, as if bracing himself for an impact. He was afraid of your answer, but at the same time, he needed to hear it. He needed to know what he was up against, what had changed between you and this guy who had managed to make you look so damn happy.

You hesitated, not because you wanted to hide anything, but because you were still trying to sort through your own feelings. “Well”, you started slowly, your fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “Jake was really sweet tonight. He…he kissed me on the cheek when we said goodbye”.

A kiss on the cheek. It was innocent, sweet—exactly what he should have expected from a guy like Jake. But even that was enough to make something twist painfully inside him.

“Just on the cheek?”, Dean asked, trying to keep his tone casual, though it was clear he was struggling to do so.

“Yeah”, you replied, nodding. “Just on the cheek. He was really respectful. We talked a lot, and he didn’t try to push anything. He was… I don’t know, different from what I expected”.

Dean nodded, though he didn’t say anything for a moment. He was relieved that it hadn’t gone further, that you hadn’t done anything more intimate. But the knowledge that someone else was making you feel special, that someone else was getting close to you in ways he hadn’t, was eating him alive.

“That’s good”, Dean finally said, though his voice was tight. “Sounds like he’s a decent guy”.

You glanced over at him, noticing the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders were hunched slightly. “Dean, are you okay?”.

He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all”.

You smiled at that, touched by his concern. “I’m okay, Dean. Really. Thanks for asking”.

Dean nodded again, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing between you, that you were slipping through his fingers in a way he wasn’t prepared for. And that scared him more than anything else.

As you and Dean walked into the bunker, the familiar warmth of the place was comforting, but it did little to calm the nerves still fluttering in your chest. The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions, and you were still processing everything that had happened.

Inside, Sam and Jody were sitting at the library table, both looking up as you entered. Jody had come to visit to discuss a case near her home with Sam, and they had been deep in conversation, but the sight of you and Dean caught their attention immediately.

Sam’s face lit up with a teasing grin, and Jody wasn’t far behind, her smile warm and welcoming. “How’d the date go?”, Sam asked, his tone playful. Jody echoed the question, clearly just as curious, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Dean, who had been walking beside you, immediately veered off toward the corner of the room where he kept his stash of whiskey. He didn’t say a word as he poured himself a glass, the tension in his shoulders evident as he took a long, deliberate sip. The thought of hearing you recount the details of your date once again was more than he could handle sober.

You couldn’t help but blush at the attention, but there was a part of you that was happy to share. The date had gone so well, and you were still riding the high of it. “It was really nice”, you said, smiling shyly as you sat down across from Jody. “Jake was great. We went to see a movie, and then he took me to a diner for dinner”.

Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he folded his arms across his chest. “And? Any sparks?”.

Dean’s grip on his glass tightened, but he kept his gaze focused on the amber liquid, taking another sip to keep himself from saying something he might regret.

You hesitated, your cheeks growing warmer as you fumbled with your words. “I… I don’t know… I mean… maybe”, you whispered, the uncertainty in your voice clear. You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling, but the night had definitely left you with a lot to think about.

Dean, still standing by his whiskey stash, emptied his glass in one long gulp. The burn of the alcohol did little to ease the growing tension inside him. Without a word, he refilled his glass, his movements a bit more deliberate this time, as if he were trying to focus on the task to keep his thoughts in check.

Jody leaned forward, her smile soft and understanding. “It’s okay not to know right away. First dates can be complicated, and it’s all about getting a feel for each other”. She glanced over at Sam, who was watching the whole exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Sam gave you an encouraging nod. “Yeah, there’s no rush. Just take your time, figure out how you feel. If it’s meant to be, you’ll know”.

You nodded, appreciating their support, but your mind kept drifting back to Dean, who was conspicuously quiet. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, and it made you uneasy. You glanced over at him, catching the way his jaw was clenched, the way he was avoiding looking at you or anyone else in the room.

Jody, ever perceptive and quick to lighten the mood, glanced at Dean and couldn’t resist a tease. “Dean, you should stop playing the worried dad. She’s a big girl; she can handle herself”. She winked at you, trying to ease the tension she sensed in the room.

Dean forced a tight-lipped smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He knew Jody was just trying to lighten the mood, but the words hit too close to home in ways she couldn’t possibly understand. It wasn’t just worry gnawing at him, and it sure as hell wasn’t anything paternal. A dad wouldn’t feel the burn of jealousy deep in his gut, wouldn’t have the irrational urge to keep you from dating anyone else. A dad wouldn’t be fighting the overwhelming desire to kiss you, to claim you in ways he knew were wrong, to protect you not just from the dangers of the world but from any man who might take you away from him.

He downed the rest of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol barely registering as the emotions he was trying so hard to suppress threatened to bubble over. He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to face the truth of what he was feeling, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny.

“Come on, Dean, lighten up. She had a good time, that’s what matters”.

Dean’s grip tightened around his empty glass. He could feel the weight of your gaze on him, the unspoken questions hanging in the air between you. He knew he needed to say something, to offer you some kind of reassurance, but the words wouldn’t come. He was too afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything he’d been holding back would come spilling out.

Instead, he just nodded, forcing another smile that felt more like a grimace. “Yeah, you’re right”, he muttered, his voice rough. “That’s what matters”.

But even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t enough. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the desire—it was all still there, simmering just below the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment. And the worst part was, he had no idea how to make it stop.

Sam, sensing the tension in his brother, shot him a concerned look but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he turned his attention back to you, trying to keep the conversation going. “So, are you going to see Jake again?”.

You hesitated, your mind still on Dean and the strange vibe you were getting from him. “I’m not sure yet”, you said softly. “I guess I’ll see how I feel in a few days”.

Jody nodded, clearly satisfied with your answer. “That’s a good approach. No need to rush into anything”.

One week later, the tension that had lingered between you and Dean had lessened slightly, but it was still there, a quiet undercurrent in every interaction. Dean had been acting a bit odd, more distant than usual, but he wasn’t as on edge as he had been right after your date with Jake. Still, something felt unresolved, like there was an unspoken conversation hanging between you that neither of you was ready to have.

Sam had gone off with Jody to work on a case, leaving you and Dean alone in the bunker. The day had been uneventful, with Dean spending most of it working on the Impala, a six-pack of beer keeping him company as he tinkered away. You knew that when Dean worked on the car all day, especially with that much beer involved, it usually meant he was trying to work something out in his head. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, but his actions often spoke louder than words.

As evening fell, you found yourself pacing in your room, nerves fluttering in your stomach. There was something you needed to ask Dean, something that had been on your mind ever since that conversation in the car a week ago. You didn’t know how he would react, and the thought of it made your heart race. But you also knew you couldn’t keep avoiding it, couldn’t keep pretending like everything was normal when it wasn’t. It was naive and so fucking stupid, but you wanted to do it anyways. You had to.

Dean had just come out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the air in the hallway as he moved back to his room to get dressed. You could hear the faint rustling of clothes as he rummaged through his drawers, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you walked over to his door and knocked softly. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet hallway, and for a moment, you wondered if you should just walk away, pretend like you hadn’t come to his door with this burning question in your mind. But before you could second-guess yourself, Dean’s voice came from the other side, a little rough around the edges from the beer and exhaustion.

“Yeah? Come in”.

You hesitated for a split second before pushing the door open, stepping into his room. Dean was standing by the bed, shirtless, his jeans half-buttoned as he looked up at you with a curious expression. His hair was still damp from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his skin, and the room smelled faintly of his soap and aftershave.

“Hey”, you greeted him softly, trying to keep your voice steady. Your eyes flicked to his bare chest for a moment before you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Do.. uh.. do you have a minute? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about”.

Dean raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, but there was also a slight wariness in his eyes. He could tell this wasn’t just a casual conversation. “Sure”, he said, finishing buttoning up his jeans before grabbing a t-shirt from the bed and pulling it over his head. “What’s on your mind?”.

You hesitated for a long moment, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you prepared yourself to say what you’d come here for. This was one of the most nerve-wracking things you’d ever done, and the last thing you wanted was for Dean to think you were being silly. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to do this, needed to know where you stood before your date with Jake tomorrow.

“I… I think I need you to sit”, you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked anywhere but directly at him.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, but he could see how serious you were, how much this seemed to mean to you. “Alright”, he said softly, moving over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, his gaze fixed on you. “What’s going on?”.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The room felt too small, the air too thick, but you pressed on. “I have another date with Jake tomorrow”, you began, your voice shaky. “And I… I’m kind of freaking out about it”.

Dean’s expression softened at your words, his protectiveness instantly kicking in. “Hey, it’s just a date”, he said gently, trying to reassure you. “I told you, you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for”.

You nodded quickly, appreciating his concern, but that wasn’t exactly what was on your mind. “I know, I know”, you replied, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “But it’s just… well, there’s something I’m really nervous about, and I didn’t know who else to ask”.

Dean’s concern deepened, but he stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You took another deep breath, trying to push through your embarrassment. “I wanted to know if… if I’m any good at… kissing”, you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt strange and heavy in your mouth, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Dean blinked, completely taken aback by your request. Of all the things he’d expected you to say, this wasn’t even remotely close. “You want to know if you’re… good at kissing?”, he repeated, clearly trying to process what you were asking.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The vulnerability in your eyes was unmistakable, and Dean could see just how much this meant to you. “I just want to know… if I’m any good at it”, you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to mess up with Jake. I just… I want to be sure”.

Dean’s mind was racing. He’d faced down monsters, demons, and all manner of supernatural threats, but nothing had prepared him for this. You, standing in front of him, asking him for such a thing —it was the last thing he ever expected, and it was stirring up emotions he didn’t know how to handle.

He wanted to protect you, to be the person you could rely on. But this? This felt like crossing a line, like stepping into territory that was dangerous for both of you.

Dean struggled to find the right words, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. This situation was so far beyond anything he’d ever anticipated, and it left him feeling completely out of his depth. You had always been like family to him—like a little sister or even a daughter in some ways.

He knew this was dangerous territory.

How could the two of you ever face each other after this? How could he look at you the same way when his mind was already racing with thoughts he had no business entertaining?

Dean swallowed hard, trying to push down the turmoil inside him. He needed to be strong, needed to be the protector you’d always relied on, not someone who complicated things by letting his emotions get the better of him.

“This is crazy”, Dean finally managed to say, his voice thick with hesitation. He looked at you, seeing the vulnerability in your eyes, and it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. “I mean, you’re like… you’re like family to me, you know? This is… this is a damn stupid idea Y/N”.

You bit your lip, uncertainty flickering across your face. “I know it’s weird”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I trust you, Dean. And I just… I don’t know who else to ask”.

He could feel the weight of your words pressing down on him, every instinct telling him to stop this before it went any further. But the vulnerability in your eyes, the trust you were placing in him, made it nearly impossible for him to turn you down. He wanted to protect you, to be the person you could rely on, but that same instinct was pushing him toward a line he knew he shouldn’t cross.

You seemed to sense his hesitation, and you took a step closer, your voice soft, almost pleading. “Dean, please… I won’t tell anybody”, you mumbled, your eyes earnest and filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “This absolutely doesn’t mean anything. I just… I need to know, and I don’t know who else to ask. We don’t ever have to talk about it again, I promise”.

Dean clenched his jaw, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. He knew you meant well, that you weren’t trying to complicate things, but the simple fact was that this already was complicated. He wanted to tell you no, to protect both of you from what could happen if he gave in to your request, but the way you were looking at him—so desperate for reassurance—made it incredibly hard to deny you.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tried to push down the conflicting feelings inside him. When he opened them again, you were still standing there, your expression so open, so trusting, that it made his chest ache. “You really don’t get it, do you?”, Dean said quietly, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and something else.

You looked at him, confused by his words. “Get what?”.

Dean shook his head slightly, not sure how to explain the turmoil he was feeling without revealing too much. “This isn’t just about practice, okay? Kissing… it’s not just some technical thing you can get better at with a little help. It’s… it’s emotional. It means something, even if you don’t want it to”.

You opened your mouth to argue, but Dean held up a hand, stopping you. “I get that you’re nervous, and I get that you want to be ready for your date with Jake, but this… you and me… it’s different. I don’t want to mess things up between us”.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convince him. “Dean, I’m not asking you to make this more than it is. I just… I need to know that I’m not going to embarrass myself, that I’m not going to mess up. And you’re the only person I trust enough to ask”.

Dean’s resolve wavered as he listened to you. He knew you weren’t trying to complicate things, that you genuinely just wanted his help, but the feelings he’d been trying to keep buried were threatening to spill over.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. This was a moment he never imagined he’d find himself in—a moment where he had to balance his protective instincts with feelings he wasn’t ready to fully confront. He knew this could change everything, that crossing this line could complicate things between you in ways he wasn’t sure he could handle. But the trust in your eyes, the way you were looking at him like he was the only one who could help you, made it impossible to refuse.

The minutes streched.

“Alright”, he mumbled eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, filled with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite hide. “C’mere”, he nodded towards the spot beside him on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the gravity of what you were about to do.

For Dean, this was about so much more than just a kiss. He knew deep down that it was wrong, so fucking wrong—wrong to blur the lines between protector and something more, wrong to let himself indulge in feelings he had tried so hard to bury. Just so fucking wrong. But a part of him, a part he wasn’t proud of, was desperate to know if this would be enough to finally shake the hold those feelings had on him. Maybe, just maybe, if he allowed himself this one moment, he could get it out of his system and go back to being the version of himself that you needed him to be. He was stupid. As stupid as your idea.

You slowly inched closer, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure Dean could hear it. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating, but you pushed through it, trying to keep your mind focused on the reason you’d come to him in the first place. For three long years, you had dreamed about this moment, imagined what it would be like to be this close to Dean, to feel his breath on your skin. But now, with the reality of it staring you in the face, your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.

You told yourself that you were doing this so you wouldn’t mess up things with Jake, that this was just a practical step to make sure you were prepared. But deep down, in a place you weren’t quite ready to face, you knew there was more to it.

This wasn’t about Jake.

It was about the feelings you’d been harboring for Dean all this time, feelings that you had tried to push aside, to ignore, but that had only grown stronger the more you were around him.

As you sat down beside him on the bed, the proximity made everything feel more intense. Your knees brushed against his, and you felt a shiver run through you, a mixture of nerves and something else—something that made your stomach flip and your breath catch in your throat. You glanced up at Dean, noticing the way his eyes were darker than usual, his expression conflicted.

Dean was trying so hard to stay in control, to keep his thoughts from straying. But the second you sat down beside him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your body, he knew he was in trouble. This wasn’t just a simple kiss for practice—this was everything he had been trying to deny for years, everything he had buried deep down so that he could be the friend you needed, not the man who wanted more than he should.

Dean’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on him. The room felt too small, the air thick with tension, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check. You were so close, your presence overwhelming, and every rational part of his mind was screaming at him to stop, to step away before he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

He took a deep breath, his voice quiet and tinged with hesitation as he finally spoke. “(Y/N), are you… are you really, really sure about this?”. His gaze searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt, any indication that you might not want to go through with this after all.

The truth was, he wasn’t asking just for your sake. He was asking for himself too. Because once this happened, once he gave in to the temptation of your lips, he wasn’t sure if he could ever go back to the way things were. The feelings he had kept buried for so long were threatening to spill over, and if you gave him the green light, he knew there was no turning back.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. “I’m sure, Dean”, you whispered, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “I trust you”.

Again. Those damn words. They hit him like a punch to the gut. You trusted him, and he didn’t want to betray that trust. But the way you were looking at him, the way your eyes held his, made it impossible for him to walk away. He knew in that moment that he couldn’t deny you, couldn’t deny himself, even if it meant complicating everything between you.

His breath hitched at your words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. The room seemed to shrink even further, the air between you charged with a tension so palpable it was almost suffocating.

His hand was gently cradling your cheek, and he could feel the heat of your skin beneath his fingertips, the subtle tremor that betrayed your own nerves. Despite your words, he could sense the same mix of anticipation and fear that was churning inside him. This was a moment of no return, a step into uncharted territory for both of you.

Slowly, deliberately, Dean leaned in closer, his heart hammering in his chest as his resolve began to crumble. He was a breath away from your lips, close enough to feel the warmth of your breath mingling with his, but he paused, giving you one last chance to pull back, to stop this before it began.

But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the gap between you, your lips brushing softly against his in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss. The contact was light, feather-soft, but it sent a shockwave through Dean that he wasn’t prepared for. The years of buried feelings, of unspoken desires, surged to the surface, overwhelming him with their intensity.

He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. There was a gentle pressure in the way his lips moved against yours, a cautious exploration as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you, to commit this moment to memory. His other hand came up to rest on your waist, the warmth of your body seeping through the fabric of your shirt and into his palm.

Your lips were soft and warm against his, and he could taste the faint hint of whatever lip balm you’d applied earlier, a sweet, subtle flavor that made his heart ache with something he couldn’t quite name. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment, this connection that felt both right and so, so wrong.

Your hands came up to rest on his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms, a rhythm that matched your own racing pulse. The kiss was everything you’d imagined it would be and more—tender, intense, filled with a depth of emotion that you hadn’t expected.

Dean could feel your inexperience in the way you kissed him, the way your lips moved tentatively against his, searching for a rhythm that matched his. It only made the moment more poignant, more charged with meaning. This wasn’t just about practice, not anymore. This was something deeper, something that had been building between you for far longer than either of you had been willing to admit.

The kiss deepened, the gentle pressure of Dean’s lips against yours becoming more insistent, more urgent. The heat between you intensified, a fire that seemed to grow with every passing second. You could feel the warmth pooling between your legs, a sensation that was becoming almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the tender, slow rhythm of the kiss.

Dean’s scruff brushed against your face, the sensation both rough and tantalizing. It made your skin tingle, adding a new layer of sensation to the already charged moment. You could feel a slickness between your thighs, a sign of the arousal that had been building since the start of this intimate connection. It was unfamiliar and intense, and it sent waves of both excitement and anxiety through you.

Dean, on the other hand, felt a painful tightness in his jeans. The physical reaction was impossible to ignore, a stark reminder of the line he was crossing. Yet, despite the discomfort, he found himself unable to pull away. The kiss was consuming him, the taste of you, the feel of your lips moving tentatively but eagerly against his, igniting a primal part of him that was difficult to control.

As you felt the heat between you intensify, you dared to gently press your tongue against Dean’s lower lip, a tentative but clear invitation. The movement was slow, almost experimental, as if you were testing the waters of this new and thrilling connection.

Dean’s reaction was immediate and intense. He gasped slightly at the touch, his breath hitching as his body responded to the added intimacy. He couldn’t ignore the surge of desire that coursed through him, the way your tongue against his lip ignited a fire that seemed to burn away any remaining doubts he might have had.

His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you closer as he opened his mouth slightly, giving you access. His own tongue met yours in a slow, exploratory dance, each movement filled with a mixture of longing and caution. The kiss deepened, becoming a complex interplay of sensations that both of you were navigating together.

As the kiss deepened even more, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, the growing warmth and intensity between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Your hands, trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement, slowly reached up to cradle the back of Dean’s neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair. The connection between you was electric, each touch and movement intensifying the charged atmosphere in the room.

But just as the moment seemed to spiral into something more, reality hit Dean like a freight train. The weight of what was happening, of what it could mean for both of you, came crashing down on him. His protective instincts, which had been momentarily overwhelmed by desire, surged back to the forefront. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a step that would change everything.

Dean’s breath hitched, and with a mixture of regret and determination, he carefully grabbed your face, his hands trembling slightly as he guided your head away from his. He needed to stop this, to bring both of you back from the edge before it was too late.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Love Me Like You Do | Cassian

cassian x love witch reader | summary: Cassian has a bad mission and you're there to comfort him.

warnings: fluff, angst

word count: 1,887

a/n: Just something short and sweet I wrote after getting stuck on another part for this series.

Heart thudding madly against your chest, you stood at the gates of the High Lord’s riverhouse. The grand ironwork arched above you, intricate designs woven into the metal, casting shadows that danced in the late afternoon sun. The air was filled with the scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the cool breeze coming off the nearby river.

You were tense, fingers curling and uncurling against the cute, pink cake carrier you held. A strange feeling that was becoming way too familiar for your own comfort settled into your stomach, spurred on by your concern for Cassian.

Your letters had gone unanswered for the past week and a half. You hadn’t seen him since before that, and worry began to gnaw at you. Had you done something to upset him? Or worse, had something happened to him?

It’s why you had baked a chocolate cake to have an excuse to check up on him. Taking a deep breath, you finally gathered the courage to press the buzzer. After a few moments, the gates were opening. Your legs moved almost on their own, carrying you up the cobblestoned pathway lined with neatly trimmed hedges and colorful flower beds.

As you reached the doorsteps, the door swung open, revealing the Night Court’s High Lord. Rhysand was as captivating as ever, donning that signature smile of his that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. “Y/n,” he greeted you. “What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in.”

"Thank you," you reply, stepping inside the grand foyer. "I, uh, made this for Cas…”

Rhysand’s smile softened, his violet eyes twinkling with a warmth that eased some of your tension. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had ventured off into your mind or you were simply that easy to read.

“Nyx will be disappointed it’s not for him.”

“I’ll make sure Cas shares.”

“He’s not going to,” Rhysand chuckles but all amusement leaves his face as he turns his head slightly. “He’s in his study. Third room to the right. He might be in a mood. He hasn’t spoken to us much these past couple of days. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you. Maybe you can figure out why he’s been avoiding us.”

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When you reached Cassian's study, you paused, taking another deep breath before gently pushing the door open. 

Cassian stood in front of his desk, papers strewn about. His head was lowered, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he leaned his palms against the wood. His wings drooped slightly, their usual proud arc diminished. 

His head perked up at the sound of the door. “Go away, Rhys,” he said, voice rough, as if he hadn’t used it in hours.

“It’s not him.”

"y/n?" 

You offered a tentative smile, despite the fact his back was turned to you. "I brought you something.”

“You should go.”

Setting the cake on a nearby table, you approached him slowly, giving him time to tell you to go away. If he did, you would do so. But his silence let you know that despite his words, he didn’t want you to go. 

You moved behind him, your heart aching at the sight of his tension. Cassian didn’t talk about his role as general in the Night Court much. Though he was proud of his title, he preferred to leave work at work. You knew enough to understand how jarring and exhausting his job could be—a never-ending demand to keep the Night Court’s warriors in check and ensure their readiness for any threat.

The last time he had visited your shop, he spoke about the mission he had been dreading. One that involved visiting multiple Illyrian war camps and restoring order to the recent disturbances in Illyria. The unrest there was a knot of conflict and simmering resentment. Another never-ending chaos

It was clear to you now that, that mission had gone as he expected.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, knowing just how much physical touch meant to him. It was Cassian’s main love language, and among the first things you had learned about him. You rested your cheek against his broad back, careful not to brush against his wings.

He stiffened for a moment, but then he relaxed into your embrace. You held him close, feeling his shoulders slowly unclench as you let the quiet of the moment stretch between you, not knowing just how warm and grounding your touch was to him.

“I’ve been worried about you. It’s been awhile since you visited my shop or responded to my letters. I thought you were upset with me or something happened to you…”

He let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s been…a lot. I didn’t want to burden you–”

“You’re not a burden, Cas.” You interrupt gently. “I’m here for you.”

Cassian rested his hand over where yours were crossed. You immediately pulled away from him, turning him to face you, lips pressed into a frown as you took in the bandage wrapped around one of his hands that went all the way up to his arm. The frown in your brow deepened when you also took note of the healing bruise on the left side of his face. Instinctively, you reached out a hand but Cassian turned his head and your hand fell back to your side.

"It's nothing," he says dismissively.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.” Cassian replies but when you reach out for his injured arm, fingers gently grasping his hand, he winces.

You move his hand closer to you, gaze narrowing as you assess the bandaging. It appears to be clean and fresh–no hint of that metallic scent of blood. You decide it’s best not to unravel it as whoever treated his wound already did the most one could do. Instead, you bring his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his bandaged hand.

“y/n, what–”

“A kiss makes everything better,” you explain, smiling when you see your lipstick left an imprint on the white bandaging. Pink stardust rose from the lip stain, traveling up and down his arm, enveloping in a magic bandage of its own before seeping into the one right below it. It draws a shudder from Cassian.

Your eyes meet his. “Would you like me to kiss that bruise of yours?” You ask, tone bordering on playful.

“I’m okay,” Cassian says, voice slightly strained as he tries to maintain his composure. He decides to redirect your attention.  “I didn’t know you had healing powers.”

“It’s not so much healing, it’s really just alleviating some pains.” You tell him with a small shrug. “I should look into some healing potions and spells some more for your sake. It won’t be as great as the healers but something is better than nothing, right?”

Cassian just stared at you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion at his intense gaze.

Cassian blinks, tearing his gaze from you momentarily as he becomes suddenly interested in your bright, pink shoes. “Eyes, a nose, a mouth…”

He looks back up, catching the way you roll your eyes. It draws a smile from Cassian. A genuine one. 

“Rhysand says you haven’t spoken to them much recently,” you say, the name of the Night Court’s High Lord still tasting foreign to your tongue. You turn one of the chairs in front of the desk to face him before settling in. You nudge his boot with yours, silently prompting him to do the same with the chair behind him.

With a sigh, Cassian slumps into the chair across from you, his usual confidence replaced by a weary demeanor. “Is that why he sent you?”

“No one sent me. I brought myself here and that chocolate cake over there.”

Cassian’s eyes light up, a spark of his usual charm returning, making you laugh. He turns his head, following your gesture. Using your magic, you float the cake carrier gently onto his lap. “Baked it myself,” you grin proudly.

“So it’s not edible then?”

“Rude!” you exclaim, flicking your wrist and sending a sprinkle of pink stardust his way. He coughs, the glimmer of your magic enveloping him briefly in a sparkling haze. “I had Moxie taste test it, so it’s very edible.”

Cassian chuckles when he opens the cake carrier to see that a slice was indeed missing.  Comforted by your words, as that young apprentice of yours was the pickiest eater, he inhales deeply, taking pleasure in the rich aroma of chocolate that invades his senses.

But the pleasure is short-lived as your pink magic closes the cake carrier with a loud snap. His face falls slightly, and he looks at you with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Why have you been avoiding your family?” You ask and with a bit of hesitance, you add, “and me?”

Cassian shifts in his seat. He looks down at his hands, his fingers tracing the edge of the cake carrier. “They have their own tasks to attend to, own burdens to worry about. And you? I fear I have troubled you enough with my problems. I can work through this on my own…”

You ponder on his words with a small frown. Cassian was strong-minded and sharp. You knew he could handle his own problems, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to. He was also kind, caring, and selfless—qualities you admired about him. But sometimes, he was so selfless that he left himself out of the love he had to give.

“Cas, no one loves you like I do. You’re no trouble to me at all. You’re always there for everyone so let me be here for you.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, taken aback by his sudden change in tone. “What do you mean? I’m serious. I’m your friend.” Your voice is tinged with concern and a hint of hurt.

“Friend.” Cassian repeats the word, his tone filled with an emotion you can’t quite place. 

“Yes,” you say, sensing his contemplation. He looks away, his jaw tightening and you can't help but shrink back into your seat. “Do you not want me to be?”

Cassian looks at you, those hazel eyes meeting yours. You catch the way his throat bobs. “It’s not that,” he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. Your heart skips a beat, his words hanging in the air between you. But then he shakes his head, as if to clear his thoughts.

“I love being your friend.” 

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing…” he trails off, the weight of his words making them feel inadequate. “It’s just, you can’t always be there for–”

“Nonsense,” you interrupt firmly. “I’ll always be there for you.”

For a fleeting moment, the vulnerability in his eyes is raw and unguarded, as if he’s been caught in the storm of his emotions. Then, he nods, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. 

But the lingering sadness in his gaze tugs at your heart, even more when he asks, “always?”

You smile warmly, reaching out to trace a finger over the center of your chest, just slightly to the left. “Cross my heart.”

a/n: This takes place sometime after you meet the IC. Sorry, I keep skipping around. I just got stuck on writing that part. So if y'all have any ideas lmk. You can find a sneak park here though.

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April Showers

f!reader x Dean Winchester (18+)

summary: you and dean take a shower together while he has the bunker to himself (otherwise sam would kill him if he knew about you)

warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight dom!dean, pussy eating, minor spanking

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“Don’t drop me.” You forced out, legs twitching as they draped around his muscular shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling Dean’s tongue run over your clit. The warm water ran over your body perfectly, but drenching Dean, who’s face was buried between your sweet spot. His tongue lapped at your folds, a deep groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. “Dean…” you breathe deeply. You could feel your eyes rolling slightly, you didn’t want to open them. You were in good hands.

“Mm..” he murmurs, tongue slipping deeper into your sex. You could barely hold onto the railing on the wall, one you were gripping onto so hard. You felt yourself slipping with everything brush of his nose against your clit. “Shit-“ you gasp, your orgasm nearing, your stomach warming. Dean placed his hand on your tummy, moving it up to your nipples. You whimper softly, whispering his name as your hole squeezed around his tongue.

Suddenly the water pouring over the both of you ceased to exist. Your world felt like the angels themselves were calling you. “Dean-“ You moaned out, back arching- your hands losing their grip on the rail and your upper body up as your orgasm rushed over you. You don’t know when it happened, but soon you were in his arms while he stared down at you, hands wrapped around your waist. His perfect pink lips kissing your own.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He groans into your mouth, pushing you against the tiled wall. He was hard and waiting, but man did you love when he kissed you…how his tongue that just devoured you was now exploring your mouth. “Fuck me.” you breathe. He pulls back, turning your body around. You arch your back, reaching up to hold the rail once more, Dean’s cock slipping into you with ease (though you still hissed at being filled with his length).

“Did you feel that?” you could hear the smirk on his face. You groan. He slipped his cock out of your hole, his tip rubbing against your sensitive bud. “Hm?” He smacks your ass, earning another groan from you. “Yes..I felt it.” Just how much he filled you…how thick his cock was, how badly you craved his release inside of you. His cock fills you once more, your eyes rolling while he fucked you just the way you liked it.

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“So..how long has this been going on?” Cas looks over at Sam from the kitchen entrance- Sam drinking a beer while he read a book. Your moans could be heard from where they stood. Cas awkwardly stood there, looking at Sam with a slight concerned look. “ ‘Bout two months in the bunker. Before that it was..the backseat.”

“…Oh”