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Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

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So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2! 

Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.

Mode of Attack

Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.

Attack Words

Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.

Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph

Class-Based Ideas

  • Bard
    • Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
    • Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
    • Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
  • Cleric
    • Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
    • Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
    • Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
  • Druid
    • Energy is shaped like an animal.
    • Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
    • Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
  • Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
    • Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
    • Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
    • Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
  • Monk (Way of Four Elements)
    • Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
  • Paladin
    • Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
    • Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
    • Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
    • Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
  • Ranger
    • Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
    • Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
    • Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
  • Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
    • Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
    • The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
    • Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
  • Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
    • Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
    • Energy surges forth from your breath
    • All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning. 
  • Sorcerer (Wild Magic) 
    • Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
    • Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
    • Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
  • Warlock (Archfey)
    • Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
  • Warlock (Great Old One)
    • Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
  • Warlock (Fiend)
    • Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
  • Wizard (Abjuration)
    • Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
  • Wizard (Conjuration)
    • You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Divination)
    • You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
  • Wizard (Enchantment)
    • You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Evocation)
    • I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
  • Wizard (Illusion)
    • Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
  • Wizard (Necromancy)
    • Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
  • Wizard (Transmutation)
    • You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy


So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.


  • Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
  • A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
  • Showers them with red sparks
  • Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
  • A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
  • Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
  • Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh


  • You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
  • You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
  • Their skin turns blue and numb
  • You literally hurl a snowball at them.
  • Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
  • A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
  • A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.


  • A crack of thunder pummels your foe
  • A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
  • A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
  • The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
  • You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
  • The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.


  • Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
  • You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
  • Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
  • The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
  • Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
  • Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body


  • Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
  • The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
  • Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
  • A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.


  • You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
  • A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
  • Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
  • The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat


  • Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
  • The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
  • A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
  • An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
  • Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
  • Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.


  • A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
  • A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
  • Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
  • The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
  • A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
  • The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them

So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.


You were able to reach within everybody’s souls with every song you write and every melody you create. And although you have a way with words that makes it seem like every song you write is a story that everyone has personally been through even if they haven’t., the creative combination of notes and elements you create even without the words is enough to make a person emotional and I think that’s why I truly believe that you’re meant to be where you are right now.  But you know what makes people—your members, your colleagues, your fans and even non-fans—regard you with respect shining in their eyes? It’s the blatant truth you say, the unfiltered thoughts that slip past your lips, and even the reality in jokes you spout.. It’s quite endearing and refreshing to see someone like you—an idol. a celebrity—so, so relatable that unknowingly, in a way, you blur the line between you and us, your fans. Honestly, I could go on and on and on that I’d even rap on the spot about how precious you are to me and to everyone else. *clears throat and bobs head to the imaginary beat* Uhuh. Yeah. Okay. Let’s go. This is a rap. I am rapping now.  About Min Yoongi. And his gummy smile. And his—OKAYYYYY I think that was enough. But just know that I’d do it….. lol. 

Never stop showing the same burning passion you have for music (and your dream to become a rock) because that’s how you’ve inspired people in different parts of the world. Never stop letting people believe to keep dreaming and dreaming and dreaming. Never stop saying the truth as it is. And I hope you continue to share parts of yourself in every music you create. Suga. Agust D. Min Yoongi. Min Yoonji. I love you so much. You deserve the world and nothing lesser than the world. The universe even. Happy Birthday, my grumps! #HappySugaDay

Forgive Me

Originally posted by castiel-rising

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Cas
Word count: 1,307
Warnings: Angst, death, swearing
A/N: Based on this prompt

Sitting at the simple tombstone that you’d bought for your boyfriend just one year before, your fingers slowly traced his name. Samuel Winchester. It still felt like yesterday, it still ached like you saw the life fade from his eyes moments before, and you had a feeling it always would.

“Thought I’d find you out here.” Came the low voice of Dean. You didn’t even look up, nodding slightly. “I know it still hurts. I’m still so sorry.” He said softly as he crouched next to you.

Finally, you looked up at him, pain and anger shining in your eyes. “I had no choice, Dean.” You reminded him. “I did what you couldn’t.”

Getting up, you walked back towards the bunker, leaves crunching under your feet. It was weird being back. You’d left the bunker a couple months after Sam’s death. You couldn’t be around Dean, you couldn’t sleep in the bed that you’d once shared with Sam, and you couldn’t walk through the halls that reminded you that you would never hear his laughter again.

Dean watched you go for a minute before taking a deep breath and looking at his brother’s tombstone. He’d had a hunter’s funeral, but you insisted he deserved this, too. Dean gave in, and helped you pay for it, both of you agreeing this was the best spot for it.

His green eyes looked around, noticing every little detail. “She hates me, ya know.” He sighed. “I don’t blame her. Not one bit.” Swallowing, he couldn’t believe he was talking to his brother’s ‘grave’. “It’s my fault she had to do what she did, Sammy. I broke her.”

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Newt Scamander x Reader

He watched from the dark.

You did not know him. You were out of reach, for he was human and you were not. He had innocence and curiosity that was intrinsic to his explorer’s soul. He was kind and loyal, caring… Gentle.

You were none of those things.

You were anything but innocent.

You were hostile and vicious. Still, as his green eyes took your form, he could not help but long for your touch. He wondered how your skin would feel against his pale hands that had started to itch, begging for contact.

As his heart raced, the back of his mind censored his behavior. He knew better. He read about your kind profusely and still he let himself trapped. He tried, but he couldn’t look away. The pull was too strong.

You moved, your bare feet hovering an inch above the ground. You floated in harmony with all nature surrounding you. He thought you did not notice him and so he stood, hidden in the dark, watching as you got your frail white gown loose. It fell to your ankles and his eyes widened at he sight of the gloriousness of your naked body.

His palms sweated and inside his stomach, butterflies caused havoc. He kept silent, nervous.

He really hoped you didn’t notice him.

You moved slowly and your toes finally touched the cool water, making your nipples react. All of your exotic beauty reflected on the surface of the lake, but he missed the glint in your eyes.

He was far in the dark.

As he watched you bathe in the pure waters, alien thoughts began to race through his mind and it was as if he was not himself anymore. He was handsome. Strong. Brave. He was a pureblood. He was better than most. You would be impressed. You would fear him. You would love him.

With these foreign, dark thoughts clouding his mind, he began to strip his clothes. Your aura clouded his own and poisoned him with feelings and thoughts that did not belong to him at all… As for that moment, he was not Newt Scamander anymore.

He was simply yours to take.

His eyes never left your body; he was sure he would have you. He walked out of shadows towards you, under the pale moonlight. You gave no sign of acknowledging his presence.

He joined you in water and his hands were stable as he grabbed your hips and brought your body harshly to his own, something he would never do in his normal state of mind; it was enough for you to feel his arousal. You were light on his hands, your weight felt like nothing. Your skin was smooth and cold like marble against his own.

You turned then, facing him. Your eyes were bright like moonlight. Your lips curled into a sly smile and your hands travelled up his arms. He felt chills up his spine that dissolved when you cupped his cheek, almost tenderly.

Instantly, a warm, pleasant feeling filled his body. He looked at you in confusion. The smile left your lips and you stared at his blueish-green orbs, your hand slipped into his own and pulled him to where the lake was deep enough to reach his chest. You were shorter and the water caressed your shoulders. You looked up, your arms folded around his neck and you pushed yourself up, folding your legs around him. Your sweet voice has finally heard as you moaned softly to his ear. He sighed and his arms encircled your small form, your breasts pressing against his chest.

As he took you, he felt he could be anything, do anything. The knowledge and power he had before could never compare to what he would have then. He would have it all. He would be unstoppable, as long as he had you, as long as he had such goddess by his side.

Again, he missed the glint in your eyes. He was yours. His soul belonged to you and for you he would be glorious. He failed to care as you bit his bottom lip; his blood tasted sweet to your tongue as you two kissed. His soul was shining brighter than the Sun. You bathed with his light. He was weak before you.

He never noticed the smirk on your lips.

He was all yours.

Slowly, his life energy started to slip away from his body and into yours, through the passionate kiss that he did not want to break. The linked bodies were your guarantee. You fed from him and he died slowly with a bright smile plastered on his face, with pleasure tingling all over his human body.

It would be over soon.

As you reached the peak of slaughter, though, something happened. Something you were not expecting at all.

Flashes of his memory appeared behind your closed eyelids and you opened your pearly eyes in shock. You stared at him, horrified.

He was good.

Suddenly, Newt’s soul was an open book that you read unwillingly, desperately trying to stop the visions and feelings he brought; it all clashed violently against your vicious nature.

He was good.

The auburn haired man was good, kind. Gentleness and loyalty filled his every pore. He was nice, too nice… Contrasting greatly with the men you used to feed on; those were usually greedy and cruel, approaching you with filthy intentions, to have their own selfish needs satisfied. Not this man, though… Newt was loving and careful, dangerously curious about magical creatures…

Magical creatures such as yourself.

He thought all fantastic beasts were misunderstood. That these beings were not solely dangerous; that they could be reasoned with, if only he learned enough about them.

You realized he was too pure.

Too naive.

With that last thought, you prepared to reap his soul for once. You were thinking too much and it was not like you. So what if he was good? You were not. Why should you care? That was his loss; it would be his lesson to learn, since he was so eager and reckless.

Curiosity killed the cat, or did it not?

Your piercing nails dig in his skin. It was over. He would die.


He opened his eyes.

You gasped, startled. He was staring right into you and you could see yourself reflected in his enticing boyish eyes. He really looked terribly naive, so harmless… It captivated you to no end. As the trap backfired, unknowingly to him, you were the one to feel cornered. He smiled softly and you felt guilt consume you.

You could not possibly…

He was human.

He was human and, against all odds, he was good.

Humans were supposed to be dangerous, gluttonous, despicable, were they not? You reasoned with yourself as you tried not to lose your inner battle… However, you knew you had already been defeated.

You knew it… You were sure, somehow…

He was different.

You could not possibly take his life.

Hissing in frustration, you pushed him away in a childish whim and your hand soundly collided with his cheek, slapping the spellbound state out of him.

Newt blinked in awe, touching his burning cheek as he finally came back to his senses. As he registered the bare humanoid form in front of him, his face turned bright red and he gaped, speechless. It made you hiss once more, furious at him for disrupting your plans, mad at yourself as well.

Stupid. Stupid, you were. Stupid he was, too.

You groaned in anger, your sharp fangs finally showing as you snarled menacingly, meaning to shock him, to make him run for his life.

Show me you are like them. Show me your fear as you cower away, looking for a sharp tool, looking for your wand. Muggle or not, you are all the same. Show me I was wrong to let you live.

He stared at you and, after what seemed like eternity, he reached out to touch your beautiful face.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you took a step away, the water between you both wavering with the abrupt motion. He kept his hand still, on air, a determined look in his blushing face. Your heart was beating frantically, your instincts screaming for you to attack or to flee. You couldn’t, though. You glued to spot, staring at him and finally looking at his hand. What was he thinking? Did he have a death wish? Did he not mind losing a limb?

Or did he really believe you would not attack?

He certainly could not be so idiotic. However… Why were you not attacking? You stared, panic filling your core as he gently approached once more, taking another slow step towards you. You snarled again, the white fangs protruding. He only smiled, his kind stare rending you silent.

Before you knew what you were doing, your body leisurely moved to its own accord and closed the space between you both. Your eyes closed as you flinched, feeling his warm hand on your cheek.

It was not bad. Not bad at all.

The thought crossed your mind and your eyes were open wide again, taken by disbelief. You could feel it; surrender. Meekness. Submission.

Was he… Taming you?!

A loud growl emerged from your throat and you stepped away again, your hands violently reaching out to splash the water between you two. Soaked, Newt blinked as the drops ran from his damp hair like tiny rivers down his face, his heart running miles per hour. He registered what happened and then it hit him, a wave of disappointment mixed with loads of adrenaline.

You were gone.

He sighed, looking around in a helpless and yet hopeful manner. However, you were nowhere in sight.

From afar, you stared as he got out of the lake, dressed and walked away, case in hand, all the while looking around for any sign of your presence. You frowned, confused with your own behavior. You went against your nature and it irked you.

It did not stop you from growling territorially at the sight of your kind as two other approached him with hungry eyes. They cringed in fear and ran away, leaving the young wizard be. You stared at him, further perplexed. Now you were protecting him. Why?

Why did you feel like going with him? Why did you want to follow him as if you were nothing but an obedient, lost puppy who finally found its owner?

Giving up on getting the needed answers, you watched him from the dark until he was out, safe and away from the woods.

Looking back, Newt could not help but stare in wonder at the shades of the insidious forest in the foreign country he was visiting. He had faced a real succubus, touched you even, and lived to tell the tale.

No one would ever believe him.

He smiled boyishly at the thought, running a hand through his messy hair and turning his back as he walked away for good.

He would still write about you, anyway.

It’s okay to hurt over him.
It’s okay to miss him sometimes, so long as you remember that he was your past and isn’t your future.

Remember the broken glass and the fiery words that left scars on your heart,
Remember the constant fear, and how it felt to shrink inside yourself.
Remember the painful nights, and the days where you thought you wouldn’t make it through.
Remember how it felt to lose yourself to breath life into his bones.

Be thankful for the good times, the love, the genuine happiness,
But, babygirl, don’t forget that he turned you into a shell of yourself.
Don’t forget that he wiped away your beautiful personality so that he could shine,
Please, don’t forget that he tied you down so that he could be free.

It’s okay to hurt over him, but remember how liberating it is to let him go.
Don’t forget how it feels to wake up without him crawling through your mind.
Bask in the freedom that losing him gave you.

Revel in your recovery; the light in your eyes has returned, the life in your laughter is back.

With him, you were skin and bones, hollow, just a wandering soul.
Without him?
You’re glowing.
You’re free.
You’re finding yourself, and you’re happy.

—  3.21.17
Really we had the perfect end,
That night we shared at the [guest] inn.
Rogue (Lucifer x Reader)

Request: Lucifer and the reader are soul mates, she’s laying low until some rogue angels find her and want to harm her. Furious Lucifer ensues and fluffy ending.
Word count: 1728
Warnings: Blood and violence

Beta’d by the lovely @wayward-mirage

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Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

Lucifer hated humans, that was a known fact, but there was one human he could tolerate. His soul mate, (Y/N). He loved her beyond words and would do absolutely anything to keep her safe. Eventually that meant letting her go, at least for a while. He was being hunted by pretty much every angel in existence, and if they found out about (Y/N) they would surely use her to get to him. She was warded with the enochian symbols on her ribs, but it was still risky to have her anywhere close to him.

“I love you, Lucifer,” she said with tears in her eyes as she caressed his cheek.
“And I you, but this is for the safety of both of us.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make this easier.”
“I know,” Lucifer mumbled and pressed a tender kiss on (Y/N)’s soft lips, memorising every part of them. He ran one hand through her hair and hugged her tightly. “I love you,” he whispered again before letting her go. She turned around in time for him not to see the tears spill, and left him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! How would UT Sans, Grillby, Paps and Burgerpants react to an S/O who just lets people walk all over them and hurt them and then one day their abusive ex comes along and when he tries to attack the monster boy S/O gets him in a choke hold and just says in a scary and low voice "you can hurt me all you want. I HATE myself. But the SECOND you try to lay a hand on the one I love... You'll regret it"

UT!Sans: He hates how you let people push you around like that. He’s not one to care about what people say to him, but he at least stands up for himself. He’s uncharacteristically protective when it comes to you. When your ex suddenly tries to attack him his first instinct is to get you away from there, no way in hell is he letting that jerk hurt you again. But then he sees you move quickly and suddenly you’re holding the guy in a choke hold and he didn’t even know you could do that. You look so human with your determination shining through your eyes and when you tell your ex to stay away from the one you love he feels his soul flutter a little. He’s right there behind you until the ex has left and he makes sure that you’re okay, asking several times if you’re sure. He’s so proud at you for doing that. You two needs to have a talk about the self hate part though.

UT!Grillby: He tries to support you until you’re comfortable enough with standing up for yourself. He doesn’t push you though. Instead he tries to show you that he’s right behind you if you ever need him. When your ex shows up he decides to step in. He’s on his way to step in front of you and deal with the guy when he attacks him. Grillby knows that he has to fight back, because you’re there and he can’t risk you getting hurt by your ex again. But then suddenly the positions are switched and you have the upper hand. He’s so surprised that he can’t do anything but watch as you tell your ex to stay away from him. When the threat is gone he checks you for any scratches or injuries. He’s so proud of you for doing that. 

UT!Papyrus: He’s working so hard on making you believe in yourself. You are so so great, and you should never let people treat you like you’re not. When he sees your ex walking up to you he gets really nervous. He really doesn’t want the guy around you, especially not after what he’s done to you. But he’s still prepared to act polite, you don’t know why he’s here. Maybe he’s come to apologize to you! When it turns out that he did not intend on apologizing to you, but attack Papyrus, he gets really protective. He wont tolerate anything of that sort, especially not around you. When he sees that you’ve got your ex in a choke hold he’s quite baffled. His training must have payed off! He’s very proud of you for standing up for yourself, and him. He’s a little sad that the love yourself training hasn’t worked. But you’ll get there. He’ll help you. (Also he’s really proud of you for not harming the guy. Even though you hate him, and have all reasons to, you didn’t. You just told him that he was not welcome around there and then showed him mercy.)

UT!Burgerpants: He has the same problem and lets people step all over him. He’s like a damn welcome mat in certain situations. He doesn’t like when you let people do it to you though. And he gets really nervous when your ex is around. He wants to protect you, but to be honest he’s not sure if he can. So when you get the guy in a choke hold he is pretty freaking surprised. He’s standing in the background and his mouth slowly widens in awe until his cigarette falls out, and he doesn’t even notice it. Silently decides never to mess with you, ever. When your ex is gone he just wants the two of you to relax. Get your minds off stuff and just enjoy some time together. He knows you love him and all that, but hearing you say it like that still makes him so happy.

In the light that falls at moonrise
In the rhythm of the rain
In the miracle of ordinary days
In the hush of night I will be in the whisper of lovers
Everywhere, you will find me there

In the rustle of a curtain
In the bustle of the world
In a thousand little unexpected ways
When you lift your gaze I will be like the shimmer of one small star
Out there, shining everywhere

I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall
So close your eyes, remember my embrace
I will be there like mercy; I will find you through it all
This do I swear, I will be there

In a language never spoken
Live the promises we’ve made
In the endless love that owned me heart and soul
In the certainty I will always be true
And as near as my next prayer, you will find me there

In the echo of the ocean
In the hunting of the wind
In mysterious extraordinary ways
Through the darkest sky I will be like the shimmer of one small star
Out there, shining everywhere

I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall
So close your eyes, remember my embrace
I will be there like freedom; I will find you through it all
This do I swear, I will be there

In the harbor quarter

In the stone and mortar

In the star that we both share

In the sound of laughter

Now and ever after

Look for me, I will be there

I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall
So close your eyes

Remember my embrace
I will be there

Remember my embrace
Yes, will be there .
like justness; I will find you through it all

This do I swear, I will be there

This do I swear, I will be there

This do I swear, I will be there

30 Day Disney Challenge: Day 25 - Favorite Lyrics

Okay… I have a lot of favorite lyrics. (But obviously my favorite is @moonlight-lyrics haha!)

1. The entire song of Evermore

Originally posted by mannudi10

2. “My power flurries through the air into the ground / My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around / And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast / I’m never going back / The past is in the past!”

Originally posted by rinshi-chan

3. “Now she’s here, shining in the starlight / Now she’s here, suddenly I know / If she’s here, it’s crystal clear / I’m where I’m meant to go!”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

4. “A dream is a wish your heart makes / When you’re fast asleep.”

Originally posted by withadreamandasong

5. “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream / I know you—that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.”

Originally posted by withadreamandasong

6. “I’m never gonna catch my breath / Saygoodbyetothosewhoknewme / Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gyyyyymmmmm! / ThiS guy’s gott’em scared to death! / Hope he doesn’t see right through me… / Now I really wish that I knew how to SWWWIIIIIIIIIIMMM!”

Originally posted by animated-disney-gifs

Connections (Steve x Reader) AU

Request: A lot

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,404

You should read the other part before reading this

Chapter One: Hot Mess 



Steve turns away from the toy box he was cleaning, and finds Addison looking at him with a questioning gaze. Her little eyebrows are furrowed in thought as she taps a crayon against her chin.

“What’s up, Addie?” He walks over to her desk, and sits in one of the tiny chairs. “And remember, you have to call me Mr. Rogers.” He rests his arms on the table, only to put them in a sticky puddle of juice. Addison reaches into her pencil case, and passes him her pack of emergency tissues that you insisted she kept.

“Mommy always makes me bring tissues everywhere!” She scrunches her nose, and gives it a small tap. “For when I get the sniffles.”

Steve looks to her with an amused smile. “Well, your mom is very smart.”

“Yeah!” Addison throws her arms into the air. “Where do you think I get it from?”

He lets out a booming laugh, and ruffles the little girl’s hair. “Of course, what was I thinking?”

“I don’t know, Steve.”

“Mr. Rogers.” Steve finishes cleaning of the remains of the juice from the table, and his arms. He balls up the wet tissues, and throws them into the garbage bin, making for a perfect shot. Addison claps her hands, clearly impressed. He smiles at her, and places his elbows back onto the table. “So, what do you need?”

“Oh right!” Addison looks around the room, making sure it’s empty. When she’s satisfied, she looks back to her teacher with a serious look. “I have a secret to tell you.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes, and you have to pinky swear that you won’t tell anyone… Ever!” She sticks out her little pinky.

Steve wraps his much larger pinky around her’s. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Okay,” Addison brings her hand back to her lap, and starts to play with the hem of her skirt. “My mommy like likes you.”

“Like likes?”

“Yeah,” She takes a sip of her juice box. “It means she loves you.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, “Addison-”

“She doesn’t love you as much as me. I just know that she like likes you.”

Steve lets out a soft sigh, and leans back into the small chair as much as he can. He would love to be thrilled about this supposed revelation, but he knows that he shouldn’t get himself excited over the words of a six year old. For the past five months, he’s been doing anything to get you to not look at him as your daughter’s teacher. Instead, he wants you to look at him as someone you could possibly get to know romantically. For parent teacher night, he’ll book your appointment for just a bit longer than the other parents. He’ll give you a more time consuming  job for school functions, and he’ll gladly watch Addison on days like these when you’re running late to pick her up. 

“How do you know that?”

Addison sends him a smile, which he can’t decide if it’s friendly, or scheming. “She talks about you a lot.”


“At the Christmas concert, I heard her and Peter’s Aunt talking about you. Mom said that you guys have a connection!” Addison leans towards Steve. “I know what a connection is, Steve!”

“Mr. Rogers-”

“And when we went on the field trip to the zoo, Mommy made sure that Me and her were in your group!”

“That doesn’t mean she loves me, Addie.”

“I’ve seen TV before, and when they have connections, they’re in love.”

Steve rubs the back of his necks, and takes a deep a breath. If what Addison’s saying is true, then he might have a chance with you, but she is six years old. He also knows that she has a past record of trying to set you up with random guys.

“You have to go to dinner with my Mom. She really likes pizza! We have it every Friday. Mommy calls it Fun Food Friday.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Steve sticks out his hands. “Slow down, I haven’t said anything yet.”

“Okay, then say something.” Silence pierces the air of the room as the two of them stare at one another. Addison takes a small sip of her juice box, and looks to Steve with a triumphant expression. “See? You and her like like each other.” 

Steve opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of the door opening cuts him off. Both of them look to the door and watch as you enter the room. You’re slightly out of breath, due to having to rush over to the school. “Sorry,” You give them both a timid wave. “I completely lost track of time. I was writing my article-”

“It’s okay,” He stands up from the child-size chair. “Absolutely no problem.”

Addison runs past him to go and hugs your legs. You let out a small laugh as you bend to her level. “How was school today, bugger?”

“It was good! Mr. Rogers let us have free time for an extra ten minutes!”

You look to Steve with a large smile, and then back to Addie. “He did?”

“Yeah! It was really cool. I was playing with the racecars.”

“That sounds like so much fun!” You go in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay sweetheart, go grab your Backpack and lunch bag.” Addison nods her head, and heads off towards her cubby. 

You walk over to Steve with a small smile on your face. “I’m so sorry that I’m always late.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

“Hey,” Steve puts a hand on your arm. “It’s really no problem. I love having her around.” You and Steve look into each other’s eyes. You stare into his captivating baby blues, finding a small glimmer shine beneath. The kind that warps you in, and makes you feel like you’re getting lost. As cheesy as it may sound, you find his eyes are a window to his soul. You can see everything about him through those two mesmerizing orbs.


You reluctantly tear your eyes from his as you turn to the voice of your daughter. She runs towards you with her backpack bouncing against her back, making the noise of many pencils from within clash against each other.

“Ready to go, baby?”

“Yup!” Addison grabs your hand, and passes you her lunchbox.

“Okay, say goodbye to Mr.Rogers.”

“Wait!” Addison pulls you closer to Steve. “There was something Steve wanted to ask you.”

Steve focuses his attention on the cunning child. She innocently moves her body around making her skirt twirl, and she makes her eyes look adorably larger. He know’s exactly what she’s doing. ‘This kid’s good.’ He thinks to himself.

“Oh?” You gaze over to Steve. “And what would that be?”

Steve scratches the back of his neck, trying to quickly decide how he’s going to handle this situation. He could go by the word of a six year old and take a chance, or he could play it safe. 

“I was wondering if you would be able to make some cookies for the bake sale next week?”

Addison slaps a hand to her forehead as she lets out a small groan.

“I’d be happy to.” You put on a large smile, but deep down you feel a flicker of discouragement. You know that Addison desperately wants you and her teacher together, and you were hoping that this would be the one time her cupid antics would work.

“Great,” Steve looks back down to Addie. She looks to him with a slow shake of her head. “I’ll send you the information in an email.”

“Sounds good.”

The three of you stand in a circle of awkward silence. You casually flick your eyes up to Steve every few seconds, and he fixates his eyes on Addison’s sparkled backpack. Addie looks back and forth between the two of you feeling frustrated that yet another one of her plans fail.

“Well,” You grab Addison’s hand, and begin to slowly walk towards the door. “We should get going. Say goodbye, sweetie.”

Addie looks back at Steve, and sends him a disappointed look. “See you on Monday, Steve.”

As the door closes, Steve rubs a hand over his face, releasing a large sigh. “It’s Mr. Rogers.”


Chapter 3: The Musical

Dear Future Girlfriend,

My sun and stars,

            My love for you is un-daunting and I cannot fathom the simplicity of how amazed I am by your presence. The way you carry yourself through each adversity and manage to smile is captivating. It is an honor to be part of your life but a blessing to have you be the one. Watching you glow through each interaction is comforting. To know that your soul glistens and shines like the star it is. To be able to call you babe is a privilege and to be part of your life journey is beautiful. Speaking of beauty, the passion you have for your interests and what you plan to accomplish is enthralling. It would be impossible to document and categorize each particle of your beauty that you possess but some notions are better than none.

The way your eyes speak when your words are tired and the way your body moves to signal an emotion is genuine. To be able to hold you in my arms and peer into your eyes and see you on the occasions that I can, gives me the most gratitude feeling ever. I could write novels by the way our love grows each day and the poems that signify the essence of you. My heart belongs to you. The way you make me feel gives me new breaths of life. No matter how my day goes, knowing I have you there makes it all better.

You’re special and I’m glad that I am able to share moments with you. I await the endless moments to occur after. Love was merely an empty word until you gave it life and filled it with each color of your emotion. To be able to love and be loved back is a gift. No matter what happens in life, I will be here to share any moment of my life with you. You make me so proud and promise me to always follow your dreams. Never let anyone nor anything stop you from the pursuit of your heart. To have you smile is like watching a flower blossom into the wonderful entity that it is. I love you.

            Truly Yours,

            Moon of your life.


Member: S. Coups
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,340

 It was coming fast. The gray expanse was getting closer and closer with every and each passing second. Despite it coming at you like a train, everything else seemed to be in slow motion. The rush of wind slapped your cheeks and your eyes fluttered furiously. Your mouth was stretched wide in a silent scream, but your throat burned as though you were screeching your head off. The gray came crashing into you- or were you crashing into it? Then everything went black. Were you alive? Dead? Were you even breathing?

With a sharp gasp, your eyes flew open. It felt like a weight was set on top of your chest, causing you to pant and writhe in place. The pain was searing, spreading from your chest to your spine. Without a doubt there was a huge crack in your skull; the constant pounding there was as painful as your chest and it was driving you crazy. Where were you? On the ground? In the hospital? You didn’t even know, and the very thought made tears spring to your eyes.

Which was louder? Your panting or the blood rushing through your veins? Something murmured your name. Squeezing your eyes shut, you wished for the darkness to go away, and for death to be more merciful on your soul. There it was again: your name. Oh please, please make it end. End this hell. Let the light shine again. Let you-


Your eyes snapped open, due to the shouting and something shaking your body. You dared to look to the side, thinking that Death himself was trying to wake you. Instead, to your blissful relief, it was Seungcheol. His eyes were wide and shined with a frightened look. One of his hands was on your shoulder, the other one already reaching over to gently caress your face and hair. “(y/n)…”

The sweetness and carefulness in his voice brought you back to reality. You weren’t on the cold ground; that was the sheet covered with cold sweat sticking to your back. Tears were running down your cheeks, finding their own proper place on the sheet as well. There was no weight on your chest, but it was still heaving like you couldn’t get enough oxygen.

“Answer me,” Seungcheol said quietly, noticing the scared look on your sweaty face.

Tears started streaming out of your eyes at full force. “Seungcheol,” you spoke with a cracked voice, choking on a sob as you pressed your face into his shoulder. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your shaking form and held you close. It was warm in his arms. It was home.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he continuously whispered into your ear, softly rocking. Seungcheol heard you thrashing around in his sleep, so he decided to get up and see what was wrong. Lo and behold, you were sweating like crazy and a pained look was etched onto your features. He instantly knew what was going on, and it broke his heart. He tried to wake you up, but when you wouldn’t respond in any way, it just made him freak out even more. And by God, when your eyes finally cracked open, he almost wept with relief.

His fingers combed through your hair soothingly as he listened to your heavy crying. Whatever was happening in your nightmare must’ve had a strong impact if it caused you to react this way.

“Everything hurts.” Seungcheol’s ears pricked up at the sound of your voice, sounding so small and distant, though you were right there in his arms. “It feels like I can’t breathe.”

Seungcheol was reluctant to push you away from him, but he had to see your face. He pushed a strand of hair off your forehead and planted a sweet kiss there instead. “(y/n), what happened? What was in your nightmare?”

The overly concerned tone in his voice made you feel silly and self-conscious all of a sudden. You felt ashamed from overreacting to something that everyone has nightmares about. When that usually happens, people manage to get over the small scare and go back to sleep. “I… I dreamt that I was falling,” you started sheepishly through your tears. “But I felt it. I saw the ground speeding towards me and when I came into contact with it-” you cut yourself off with a shaky sigh. Seungcheol remained silent, but he was still being comforting by rubbing your arm.

You looked up into his eyes, now darker than what they usually were because of the little amount of light in the room. “I thought I was actually falling. It felt so real. And I… I thought I was dead,” you continued. “I was scared. I know people have these types of dreams all the time, but every night they seem to be getting worse and worse-”

This time Seungcheol cut you off. “Wait, what do you mean ‘every night’? (y/n), have you been having this type of dream without telling me? And it’s getting worse?” Now you felt guilty.

“I didn’t think it was important. I thought that they would just go away after a while.”

“And how long do you think is a while?”

He got you there. Honestly, you didn’t know how long this was going to last, and you really wished they would just stop already. They were making you more stressed than you already were, and they made you more moody too. Seungcheol sighed in a way that made you think that he could read your mind.

“I told you that you need to relax more. You stress out too much and too easily.” He smiled weakly and pressed his forehead to yours. “You know that I said I would help out and we could do so much together. You know that I love spending time with you.”

You nodded along to Seungcheol’s words. In fact, you did know. Everything down to each and every single detail. It was one of those things that Seungcheol always tried to pound into your head, but it just didn’t do anything. “I know, Seungcheol… I just can’t help myself. Work has been a pain and my family-”

“Then take a break. It’s okay to do that once in a while, (y/n). Nobody expects you to do so much at once. You’re human, too. A beautiful, beautiful human.” His eyes shone with affection now, and his lips curled. “A beautiful human that I love.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Seungcheol was too sweet for his own good, really. “Seungcheol…”

Seungcheol shushed you and rubbed your hip lovingly. “I hate seeing you so stressed like this. It’s killing me, you know? I want you to feel comfortable and pampered like the princess you are. I want to lay here all day in bed with you and hold you close, maybe even watch some movies while we snuggle. How does that sound?”

“That does sound pretty nice…”

Seungcheol smiled. “Good. Because that’s what we’re going to do until you’re totally relaxed.” Before you could even say a word, Seungcheol was peppering kisses all over your face, causing you to smile and giggle as well.

“Seungcheol, come on! Knock it off!” you squealed, trying to push your boyfriend away by the shoulders. He whined and instead stuck his head in the crook of your neck. You laughed at his cute antics and ran a hand through his short hair. “…Thank you,” you said sincerely. You were already feeling much better.

“Anytime.” He placed a loving kiss to your lips. “But I’m serious about the ‘taking a break’ thing. We’re spending the weekend in this bed, alright? No work, no friends, no interruptions. Just you and me.”

You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Fine. As long as you cook. Like you said, I should be pampered like a princess.”

“And you shall, my princess. Now let me tell you about my dream…”


theytookmywingsaway  asked:

Aaa you're coming back with the writing, I missed it! <3 So I've seen the drabble challenge post, and as I've noticed you're also writing smut now, how about that one: 62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” (You can pick the boy though ;))

62. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”

(Also please note, still not really that comfortable writing smut, sooo) (anon also requested Conor - cause let’s be real, everyone knows this is a gag Conor would pull)

You were staying the night at your best friends’, Conor, Jack and Josh’s apartment. You had all just been on a fairly big night out and making it back to your own place would have been a struggle, so you were glad the boys had offered. As the four of you stumbled in, you prepared to crash on their couch. Jack and Josh immediately went into their rooms, presumably already done for the night.

You were restless. You were tired but sleep seemed to be the last thing on your mind at that moment. 

“Hey Conor?” you asked the boy who was grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N?” he laughed.

“Could I borrow a t-shirt?” 

You hoped that once you were out of the night’s clothes and into something more comfortable, sleep would be able to find you more easily. Again, you were thankful when he nodded as he gulped down the rest of his water and motioned for you to follow him up to his room. You walked behind him up the stairs into his room before sitting down on his bed while he looked for a shirt for you.

“Normally you just flop right on the couch” Conor asked from within his closet. “What’s up tonight?”

“I can’t really sleep, so I’m hoping a change of clothes will help,” you told him as he came out and threw you one of his old tour shirts.

Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol in your system but you didn’t even think before pulling your dress over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You didn’t even notice Conor’s stare as you then pulled his t-shirt over your head and let it fall to rest at your mid thigh. When you did look up though, he was still taking you in, mouth hanging slightly ajar. If you hadn’t been looking at him, you would have missed what he said, he said it so fast.

“If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”

He laughed as though a joke. Then he smirked and approached you slowly, pushing you back onto the bed.

“What do you say, Y/N?”

You looked into his shining blue eyes; pupils dilated. You leant up and gently pressed your lips to his, to test the ground. Almost conversely to the gentle start of your kiss, Conor pressed into you. The kiss immediately deepened and you had never really had a kiss like it. Just like with his music, Conor’s heart and soul fled through you as your tongues danced between you. He ran his hands roughly along the sides of your body, the old Conor Maynard shirt lifting up to above your waist. You ran a hand through his hair; taking the moment to bring him even closer to you.

When you both did pull away to take a breath, you pulled him down to lie beside you. You curled up close to his warm chest, taking in his scent.

“No sex tonight,” he said, gently running his hand over your waist. “I want to be able to remember it, because if just a kiss was that good, I can’t wait to see how the sex is.”

Conor pressed his lips to yours softly - it was amazing how the heated atmosphere had so easily diffused. He wrapped his arm around you as you intertwined your legs with his. You both just lay there in each other’s embrace, not really thinking too much about the possible consequences this could have on your friend status or how Jack and Josh would react. It was just nice to feel so loved and warm and sleepy.


Hard to Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 3

Series Name: Hard to Handle

Chapter Name: In Your Eyes

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 1,584

Parts: 1 | 2 | 2.5 | (3) | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

A/N: What’s this?! A chapter on gussorolex and danavidancer in one day? The same person commsioned both of these chapters, so big thanks to them. If you want a commission, just shoot me an ask!

I love you guys.

“CJ, shut the fuck up.” You hissed the command to your best friend through clenched teeth. You were standing in the soup aisle of your grocery store, eyeing the merchandise for the best weapon to use against CJ. You always enjoyed grocery shopping with your best friend, but he had a good way of making you miserable when he felt like it.

“What? All I said is that you should’ve let him slide in them cheeks.” CJ dodged your first slap and caught the can of soup that you threw at him, but your third slap connected solidly with his left cheek. A mother walking with her two children glared murderously at the two of you and marched away angrily, leaving behind both brands of Beef and Vegetable soup she had been trying to decide between. You muttered something close to an apology, but the damage was already done and she was gone. CJ just laughed.

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Loud and Clear

Castiel x Reader : Fluff.

A chance meeting on the bus with a certain angel.

Song played is ‘Waltz Sleeping Beauty’ by Tchaikovsky. I listened to this version here. You can blame this entire fic on the fact that I’ve been binge listening to Your Lie in April soundtrack. 

The piano. Fingers gracefully hitting every key perfectly. Up beat, abrasive at first. You moved your own fingers as if you were playing. Then it slowed down, the song became a familiar tune. Softly beautiful as you closed your eyes and played to an invisible piano, invisible crowd. Your wrist flickered with pain, but it goes unnoticed.

This was the only way you would ever play a hall again, the only way.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder that jerked you from your fantasy.

It was a cold day in November, as you opened your eyes and looked to the assailant who broke you from the music. Blue eyes.

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she is as beautiful as deadly lightning,
striking you with an electric flash and a seething
bolt that could glow in all of your broken pieces.

she is roaring thunder ,intense and wrathful,
tearing through your mind and turning it into a
chaotic mess of shredded thoughts.

she is rain water grown waist-deep drowning
out the flame in countless souls during the
cloudiest hours.

she is a deafening tornado that could feud with
all of your calm senses and clap in your ears
with loud thuds,
splintering your fractured back
and spiking your adrenaline to new heights.

she could blind you with her shine while healing
your bleeding wounds and leaving faultless

the dark blue skies in her eyes could break every
ocean and bring on gusty sighs of wind and fierce
tears of anger.

she is an alluring masterpiece that bandages
bruised hearts.

she is a splendid storm that numbs senses
and mystifies minds with white-hot light.

and if she dared speak,
she would murmur,
“i apologize for i am not able
to love you except violently.”
—  m . e 
What his fav outfit on you is

Requested by @a-girl-who-loves-disney


You have this pair of really tight fit jeans that drives Sam absolutely crazy. It didn’t take you long to figure out what they were doing to him because even though Sam tries to be subtle you caught him staring a bunch of time. Hell even Dean caught him staring at your ass one time you got of your chair to get another book from the next table which earned Sam a smart remark and a very red face.

Ever since then he has tried to hide his glaring better but you feel his eyes on you every time you wear them. When no one is looking you feel his hands too. Landing on your ass or gliding up your thigh under the table.

When you get finally retreat to his room for the night after a day of you wearing those jeans Sam will show you how much he loves them by getting you out of them quickly!  


Cas loves this little sundress of yours and not just because it was what you were wearing the day the two of you first met. He loves how the colors bring out your eyes and almost makes your skin look like it is shining.

He loves it because that dress makes it easier for his grace to warm up your body. He will sit across the room and a warm feeling will rush over you starting at your ankles running all the way through your body. He will caress your skin without the Winchesters sitting next to you notice it and it feels like he is caressing your soul.

He also loves how comfortable you always seem to be when you wear it – what he doesn’t know is it is because you know he loves it. His blue eyes resting on you makes you walk a little taller and put a little more sway into your hips. It makes you proud to be his.  


Dean loves it when you wear his flannel shirts. He doesn’t really care if you wear it as a dress or tie it up and wear it with a pair of nice fitting jeans. He just loves the fact that you want to wear it.

The days you choose a shirt from his drawer you know is going to be one of those days he won’t be able to keep his hands of you. He won’t try and jump your bones but the entire day will be one nice long build up to what you both now is coming when you close the door behind you to his room at night.

He will wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you are cooking. When Sam or Cas walks into the room he will quickly kiss your neck and back of with a wink. He will hold your hand as you go grocery shopping together. All day he will “accidently” grind against you as he passed you. His usual soft touches to you back, to your hips, to your thighs will linger a little longer than they have too.

And you will know he will spend the entire night showing you just how much you really mean to him and how much he loves when you wear his cloth. He will worship you and make you promise yourself never to buy another piece of clothing ever again!