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Mar 5

could you do a one shot where the reader is dating dean and they're laying in bed and it's extra fluffy and gets sexual?

Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!

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You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.

“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.

“Hmm?”

“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.

“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.

“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.

“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.

Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.

“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”

He began planting kisses down your neck.

“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.

He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.

You sighed in pleasure.

“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.

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Thanks for reading! Any feedback or requests you have are very welcome! And I’m trying to stop procrastinating so I’m hoping to be posting quite a few imagines over the next few days!

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Mar 4

Hi could I have an imagine where reader and there boyfriend Sam are watching one of readers shows (teen wolf) and she talks about how cute the wolves are. And he gets jealous and fluff at the end :) love your writing

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Thank you so much for saying that! I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, but I’ve been pretty busy. Also, I had to ask one of my friends what Teen Wolf is about because I’ve never actually watched it. But even so, Dylan O'Brien! Need I say more?

Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!

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“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said as he walked into your room in the bunker.

“Shh! My show is on!”

“What show is that?” Sam asked as he came and sat next to you.

“Teen Wolf,” you replied distractedly, your attention drawn to the screen.

“What’s it -” Sam began.

You waved him off. “I’ll explain in the ad break.”

A minute later, you turned to Sam. “Alright, the ads are on. What do you want to know?”

“Well, what’s the show about?”

“Okay, so there’s this guy called Scott and he gets bitten and becomes a werewolf. And then he gets good at sport, gets a girlfriend, all that sort of thing. But then he gets pulled into the dangerous side of being a werewolf. You know, shifting, people getting hurt. The sort of stuff we deal with,” you explained. “Oh! It’s back on!”

You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.

“What was that for?” Sam asked.

“I love Stiles. I mean, Dylan O'Brien is just so hot!” you exclaimed.

“Oh,” Sam responded, focussing his attention back on the screen.

When the next ad break came on, you turned so that you were facing Sam.

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean you haven’t spoken since the last ads. And whilst I appreciate the fact that you’ve been letting me listen to the show, this isn’t like you, Sam,” you explained. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just… Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”

“No, Sam. If something’s upsetting you, then it’s definitely not stupid,” you assured him.

“It’s just…it’s what you said about that Stiles guy,” Sam muttered.

You burst out laughing. “Is that what this is about?”

Sam looked down, a dark red painted onto his cheeks.

“Oh,” you said, your laughter cutting off. “You’re serious.”

Sam still hadn’t looked back up.

“Sammy,” you began. “Sam. Look at me.”

He raised his head.

“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.

Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

“Sammy…” you murmured. “You do know that Stiles is fictional, right? He’s just a character on a TV show! A great character, sure, but a character just the same. And even if he was real, I’d still prefer you. I love you, Sam.”

A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “But you’re my idiot,” you added, tucking yourself into his side as Teen Wolf came back on.

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Could you pleaaaassse do a cute imagine where you teach Cas how to kiss and yeah and it turns out all fluffy and adorable!! xoxo

Hi! I swear, this was the CUTEST requests I have ever received. Thanks for sending it in! I know it’s taken a while to write so I’m really sorry for that.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Most of my requests have not been gender specific but this one was. I just felt it worked best to have something written in. But if you want, feel free to replace ‘her’.

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“Y/N, there is a couple outside kissing. And the girl is holding roses,” Cas informed you.

“Well, it is Valentine’s Day, Cas. The most romantic holiday of the year,” you teased.

“I don’t understand,” Cas said.

“Well, it’s this day celebrated all over the world where people-”

“No,” Cas interrupted. “I mean that I don’t understand the kissing part.”

“What about it?” you asked in confusion.

A slow blush spread across Castiel’s cheeks. “I don’t understand…”

“What is it, Cas?” you prompted gently.

“I don’t understand how you do it,” Cas admitted.

“Hey, there’s no need to be ashamed,” you told him. “Come on, sit down,” you said, patting the lounge beside you.

Cas sat down and turned to face you. “Why am I sitting down?”

“Because I’m going to give you some advice. First,” you instructed, “you’ll want to to place your hand on her face. No, not like that,” you said as Cas placed his hand heavily on your cheek. “Gentler, like you’re cupping it. That’s better.”

“Next, look her in the eyes so that she can see how much you care about her.” You looked up to see Cas looking at you in adoration. “Um, yeah, like that,” you murmured.

You took in a deep breath. “Then you should put your arm around her back or around her waist, to pull her body towards you.”

“And then,” you continued, your face mere inches from Castiel’s, “you look down to her lips. It’ll drive her crazy.”

“What next?” Cas asked. He was so close that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips.

“You lean in and kiss her,” you uttered.

Cas leaned down and fitted his lips to yours. It was soft. Sweet. Loving. He pulled back.

“Was that satisfactory?” he inquired.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “I guess you could say that. You know, considering you’re a beginner, you’re pretty good at this,” you told him.

A thought crossed your mind, causing you to lean back. “Cas?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did you want to know about kissing?”

“Because…There’s someone that I wanted to kiss,” he said.

“Oh,” you replied, a sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew that you shouldn’t be disappointed but you had hoped that he had felt the same connection you had felt. “Well, I’m sure whoever you want to kiss will love it.”

“Couldn’t you give me the verdict now?”

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily.

“It’s just…I have feelings for you. Human feelings. And Dean has informed me that I should kiss you but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual-”

“Cas,” you cut him off.

“Yes?”

“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Ok then. Well, may I kiss you again?” Cas asked.

“You may,” you murmured before leaning forward to bring his lips to yours once more.

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Thank you for reading. And Happy Valentine’s Day! Just remember - it’s not just about romantic love. There are other kinds of love too. For example, one of my closest friends made a cake to share. And it was awesome.

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Feb 9

Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Castiel and she gets kidnapped by demons and they torture until Cas comes and saves her? Really cute at the end please? :)

Anonymous

Hey! Thanks for the request! I don’t think I have enough cuteness in the end but I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait.

TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE.
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“Cas,” you called as you knotted your shoelaces. “I’m gonna go for a jog!”

Cas appeared in the doorway. “I do hope you’ll be careful. It’s getting dark outside.”

“I’ll be fine, Cas,” you assured him as you stood up and stretched. “I used to go jogging all the time and look! I’m still here!”

“I know that,” Cas responded, still looking worried.

“Cas,” you murmured. “Everything will be fine. I’ll only be gone 20 minutes, half an hour tops.”

Castiel pulled you in for a kiss. “Have fun,” he said as you pulled away.

“I will!” you replied with a grin before you slipped out the door.

Your feet pounded on the concrete footpath and you felt your breathing get into a rhythm. You’d missed this feeling that running gave you, the feeling of being weightless whilst simultaneously feeling as though you had never been more grounded and secure. These days, most of the running you did was from something. It was nice to finally be able to run simply because you could.

You heard footsteps behind you, matching the rhythm of your own. It didn’t surprise you as you had seen others out jogging around this time of day. What did surprise you was the shove you felt from behind and the crack as your head made contact with the footpath. However, you barely had time to register your surprise before the blackness ate away at the edges of your vision, leaving you with nothing.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open once more. You tried to turn your head to see where you were but found that your movements were restricted. Your arms and legs were also tied down and a rag had been stuffed into your mouth to keep you from crying out.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. Didn’t even wait for the kiss.” You strain to see in your peripheral vision and see a man striding towards you. “Of course,” he adds, stepping in front of you, “I would’ve much preferred it if we’d stuck to the original script. It’s traditional, don’t you think?” he leered at you, his eyes flashing black. Demon.

You struggled to free yourself, to no avail. “I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” he said. “After all, you can’t fight me tied up and you can’t recite any of your little exorcism chants with your pretty little mouth clogged up.”

You felt physically sick at the things he was saying. But you knew, with a sinking feeling of despair, that everything he was saying was true. He’d gotten the jump on you and now you had to suffer the consequences.

The demon stepped towards you. “You know,” he began. “I have waited a very, very long time for this. To have you here, all tied up. It’s nice, don’t you think? After all, you’ve put me through hell - pardon the pun - and I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”

He grabbed a knife from the table beside him and ran his fingers over the blade. “I could kill you,” he said, “But where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’m going to make this last. You know, savour the taste.”

Suddenly, the demon lashed out with the knife, slicing it along your forearm. You tried to cry out but your screams were lost in the rag stuffed in your mouth.

Again and again he pulled the knife on you. Arms. Legs. Torso. Again and again you screamed and tried to break free of your bonds. But it seemed that the more you struggled, the more it felt like you were being restrained. It was as if each time you moved, the cuffs grew a little bit tighter.

You were weak and your head was spinning from loss of blood. Surely he would end it. Surely he’d had his fun by now. But each time he looked as though he was done, he simply picked up yet another instrument of torture.

Just as he picked up a branding iron and was about to sear it onto your skin, his eye sockets lit up, as though torches had been lit in them.

You closed your eyes, your whole body attempting to shy away from this blinding light. And then it stopped and you heard a thump.

As you opened your eyes, you saw the demon slumped on the floor, dead. And standing over its body was Cas.

“Y/N,” he murmured, reaching forward to heal your injuries.

“Cas?” you asked. “But how-how did you find me?”

“There is no place in this world where you can find yourself in danger where I won’t come and save you,” he said, breaking apart the manacles which had been holding you down.

Castiel pulled you into his arms, lightly rocking you as you started to sob. “You’re safe now, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re safe.”

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