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hypewinter · 7 months
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Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.
"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"
The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.
"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.
The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"
Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.
The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"
Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.
The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.
"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.
"You see," was all she replied.
Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.
If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.
"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?
Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.
He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.
The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.
"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.
Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."
Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.
"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.
"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"
"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.
Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.
"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"
"Space?" the girl repeated.
Hal nodded.
The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"
"Well then. That's perfect."
Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.
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brenbofen · 10 months
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Dan Heng x AMAB Reader ♥︎
Notes 🗒️ ~ Sub Dan Heng, Dom AMAB Reader, Belly Bulge, Praise, Anal, Reader has a big dick, Slight fluff at the end. !! Not Proof Read !!
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Recently a new member of the express had been plaguing Dan Heng’s thoughts. That member was you. Late at night he would find him self tossing and turning in his bed, your face the only thing on his mind. During the day he would avoid you, your presence always grabbing his attention and never letting go if he got too close. Face becoming flushed any time you two made contact, the slightest brush of the finger tips making warmth gather in his stomach.
Of course you acted oblivious to this, though other members of the express noticed it, March 7th found it funny how Dan Heng’s stoic persona crumbled any time you were near. You found it so entertaining, leaning closer to him when speaking, sitting uncomfortably close to him, making sure your hands touch whenever you passed something off to him, seeing the way his face went red and he struggled to speak made your own thoughts wander. You wanted to break him so badly.
Currently you found yourself leaning over Dan Heng as he showed you how to use the archives, you didn’t miss how he squirmed in his seat and his breathing grew heavy just from your presence. You placed a hand on his shoulder, Dan Heng’s body becoming rigged from your touch, “Thank you for helping me, Heng.” You spoke softly into his ear. You hummed, moving behind Dan Heng and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He didn’t push you away or object to your movements, he sat frozen in his seat, that warm feeling pooling in his stomach once again.
You slid a hand down his stomach, resting it at his hip. You peeked over his shoulder, noticing his growing boner. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, baby?” Dan Heng shivered at the pet name, your breath hot against his skin. He squeaked out your name as you began to play with the waistband of his pants. “Something wrong?” Dan Heng didn’t respond for a moment, just watching your hand tug at his pants. “Ca-can we move somewhere else?” His voice was soft, almost as if he wasn’t fully present. You agreed, pulling away and letting Dan Heng get up.
He led you to his makeshift bed, sitting down on it and watching you carefully as you kneeled beside it. You leaned forward, one hand by Dan Heng’s hip to support your weight and the other on his chest. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable, ‘kay?” Dan Heng just nodded, breathing heavily as you moved closer and closer. You kissed Dan Heng, bringing your hands up to cup his face. It took him a moment to process what was happening but he soon relaxed, returning the kiss. You pulled away, moving to pepper kisses along his jaw.
Dan Heng was in shock, unable to process this was really happening. For weeks he had been imagining this day and it was actually happening. You tugged at the collar of his shirt, looking at Dan Heng for permission to undress him. He nodded, helping you remove his clothing until he was only in his boxers, then you went to do the same to yourself. You laughed at the way Dan Heng was practically drooling at the sight of your body, it was everything he had imagined. You leaned forward and began kissing and biting his neck and shoulders, excitement building in your chest when you found Dan Heng’s sensitive spot.
You continued to bite and suck the skin around Dan Heng’s collarbone, feeling his hands wrap around your neck as he gasped and whined. You were not going to forget this spot. You trailed your hand from his chest to the skin just above his dick. You felt Dan Heng’s nails dig into your skin, waiting for you to touch him, your hand hovering just above the sensitive skin. You began to tease him, massaging the skin there, your other hand squeezing his inner thigh. You heard small gasps and whines escape Dan Heng, mumbling soft pleas for your to touch him.
You laughed at his desperation, deciding to finally give him what he wanted. You slid your hand further down, pulling his boxers off. Dan Heng’s dick stood up, already leaking pre, waiting to be used by you. You pulled your lips from Dan Heng’s neck, watching him as you slid your hand up his dick. He shivered, arms still wrapped around your shoulders. You began to move your hand up and down his dick, whines and moans being ripped from Dan Heng’s throat. You had barely touched him and yet he was already breaking down in your hands, completely at your mercy.
You loved the power trip.
You admired what you had already done to Dan Heng, bite marks and hickeys littered his neck and shoulders, his eyes half lidded and glazed over as you continued to pump his dick. “You ever feel this good, baby?” You cooed, watching as Dan Heng shook his head quickly, pressing it into your shoulder. You decided you’d broken him down just enough, pulling your hand from his dick, a strained whine escaped Dan Heng’s lips, confused as to what your were doing.
You moved Dan Heng so he was sprawled out in front of you, he looked so beautiful. You removed your own boxers, dick springing out and hitting your stomach as you leaned forward. Dan Heng’s eyes went wide, you were so big. He so badly wanted to feel you in him, just the sight of your fat dick making his mind go fuzzy. You hummed, moved Dan Heng so you could have better access to his hole. Without warning you pressed a finger into him, Dan Heng practically screaming at the feeling. You slid another finger in, stretching him out. You felt him squeezing against your fingers, Dan Heng gasping and gripping the blankets under him. You laughed, “I’ve barely done anything.” You couldn’t imagine how he would act with your dick in him.
Eventually you pulled your fingers out, a frown covering Dan Heng’s face at the sudden emptiness ne felt. You lined up your dick with his hole, pressing the tip against it. Dan Heng whimpered as you pressed your tip into him. You pressed your dick further, when you reached the base you saw Dan Heng staring at the lump on his stomach, running his hand along it. You filled him up so perfectly, he felt every vein and curve of your dick inside of him. None of this fantasies could have prepared him for this feeling.
You slowly began to thrust your hips, feeling Dan Heng tighten around you. He felt so good, and once you found his prostate you couldn’t get enough of it. His mouth hung open as you picked up the pace, slamming your dick into the spot. His eyes were half lidded as moans escaped his lips, you loved seeing him like this. You leaned forward, muttering soft praises into his ears, Dan Heng whining as he clawed at your back.
You had completely broken Dan Heng down, the stoic man was lost and in his place was a man blabbering on about how amazing your dick felt, how amazing you made him feel. He just couldn’t get enough of you as you violently thrusted into him. “Mmphm- Pl-please slow down-!” Dan Heng cried out, amongst the pleasure he felt pain was beginning to coil in his stomach. But you couldn’t, you were so close to your high, continuing to pound into the man below you.
“Fuck- Heng I’m—“ You groaned once you came, Dan Heng’s stomach appearing bloated as you filled him with your cum. He came shortly after you and you both laid on his makeshift bed, panting as you came down from your highs. Dan Heng ran his hand over his bloated stomach, savoring the feeling of be stuffed full of your cum.
You slowly pulled out, watching as your cum spilled out of Dan Heng’s hole. You looked up at the man, his face was flushed and covered in sweat. You leaned forward, kissing him softly. “You did amazing, love. You’re so amazing.” You mumbled against his lips, sliding your hands along his sides. Dan Heng pulled you closer so you were laying on him. He mumbled a soft “I love you.” Pressing his face into the crook of his neck. The two of you dozed off, not caring if anyone walked into the archives and found you two like this.
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lhssboyfi · 16 days
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤI just want to feel your touch.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ SeonWoo x M!Reader.
Author's Note: I took a break (+ I was so sick for like a week and never touched this again, sorry.) Aside from that, this is the first time I've ever thought about writing things like that.
Summary: You and Sunoo were in your bedrooms after recording for En-o'clock.
Genre: Smut straight, fluff, spy(?
Warnings: This may be a fairly short story :b
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His hands gently caressed your nipples while his kisses traveled every centimeter of your stomach, his tongue seemed to be that expert guide that carved a path to your hip, teasing you by separating from it and once again avoiding any contact with your skin. You, on the other hand, decided to open your eyes in surprise and desperation, you longed for the black-haired man to take control again of what seemed like an attempt to have sex as a stress reliever. You could hear his laugh after he looked at you out of the corner of his eye and again his hands now moved to your pants, beginning to slowly lower the zipper. You tried to help him but only received a slap that left the skin of your hand red.
ㅡTurn around.ㅡThe raven exclaimed and you just nodded while you leaned on the bed with both hands and placed your knees on it. Feeling his caresses was like touching the sky without even trying so hard and he knew that, that's why he tried to hold your face whenever he could or run the tips of his fingers all over your body before doing anything else. Your thoughts and comparisons were interrupted after feeling your pants go down and as soon as they slid to your knees, the other boy would begin to gently lick and kiss your entrance, his hands were guided to your member to take it with his right and put caress the tip with your left palm.
That beautiful boy could only smile at the way your moans adorned part of his room and the way your body arched every time he managed to gain access to your entrance with only his tongue, you were a canvas that he always loved to create. "You sound too good, too good for me." Those were the words that were your trigger, you were looking for a better way to be able to resist and be able to endure his constant caresses longer, but it was inevitable for you to cum after he approached your ear and with a light hoarse voice, agitated by his constant licking and his way of holding his breath to avoid letting out some obscene sound that could easily leave the room.
ㅡAll I had to do to make you come... was say that?ㅡ
You felt so embarrassed and it was very noticeable, your ears were quite red from what your boyfriend had commented. A soft but contagious laugh came out of you after he did the same. You somewhat relaxed after you turned around and he could sit you on his lap, you didn't want to leave all the work to him so you looked for more ways to help him, as well as removing his shirt carefully so as not to damage the microphone. Both mouths joined after a few seconds and he would gently remove his penis from his pants, beginning to rub it between your buttocks. You really still didn't mention that after several months where you only spent your time touching each other or simply doing a "favor" for another, this time you would genuinely have him inside you. The mere thought of it made you moan, taking in the flesh that was slowly entering between your buttocks.
Your hands found their way into his hair as he too began to move better, lining up his tip against your entrance. The need to go slowly was immediately lost when he started squeezing your glutes with some force. Luckily, your moans were masked by the sounds of music being generated by the friction of both of your mouths. Sunoo's moans made you harder as his grip on your hips tightened. You can only moan his name and beg him to hold you tighter as you grip his hair. Sun was enjoying the feeling as his thrusting becomes sloppy. His teeth dug into one of your shoulders after he had increased the way he rubbed against you, his bite causing you to come once again, caring very little now if you stained his pants.
Sun's moans became louder as he came without warning between you, continuing to move until you both orgasmed. You were desperately searching for a way to catch your breath while he stopped squeezing you. Your mind is still trying to catch up with your body as Sunoo falls onto the bed next to you. Maybe they didn't have a more direct interaction this time, but without a doubt this is one of the moments that you will never be able to get out of your head, their marks wouldn't leave you so easily either. "I promise I'll make it up to you another time, M/N." You simply nodded with a carefree smile as you stroked some hair that was on his forehead to look at him. His hair is a mess, and stuck to his forehead from sweat, he looks so radiant that you don't want to stop seeing him like that. "Don't worry about it, it's not necessary." You answered him, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, to arrange your underwear and start looking for your clothes themselves.
You slid the pants over your legs, Sun stood up, keeping up with you and slid his own equally, there came a moment where he stood behind you and wrapped a hand around your waist to make you fall against him on the bed. It was a moment just for you, something intimate that you just enjoyed having with him without the others messing around. He gave you sloppy kisses on your neck while you both laughed, you loved hearing his laugh and seeing him happy, even more so if you were the one who gave him that. He runs one of his hands through his hair as you both lay in bed and Sunoo runs his thumb over your cheek as he gives you the biggest smile you've ever seen.
The only thing that both of you didn't know is that Jake was standing in the hallway, who for half an hour had been recording the two of you while he masturbated watching you rub each other with so much passion and love.
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buckyalpine · 1 year
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Okay , onto my Frank request then! Being Frank’s friend and he’s all over the place but he’s attentive when it comes to you . He makes sure you’re okay and looks out for you . One night , he’s driving you to your place . He pulls you close in the front seat , cuddling his side while he’s holding a cigarette and driving with the other hand. When he stops at a red light , he turns to you to tell you how beautiful you are . One thing leading to another , you’re making out and when you reach your house , he’s picking you up by the back of your thighs and carries you inside . He makes you scream that night and then you fall asleep on his chest . But when you wake up , you’re in an empty bed . You’re so upset , thinking Frank treated you like any other girl he takes home for the night . You’re crying and you don’t hear the door opening or a worried Frank rushing to your side after picking up breakfast
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18+ minors dni 
Oh this sexy menace? Fuck yes.
Frank x f reader
"I don't ca-
"It's y/n"
Franks eyes grew wide, grabbing the phone from his friend to answer his call; he usually lets it go to voicemail but never with you.
"Hey peanut, you okay?"
"Mhm, m'fine" You slur out and he's on his feet making his way to his car. You said you were having a girls night and at least it sounded like you enjoyed yourself.
"Where are you right now"
He comes and grabs you, smirking when you stumble out of the club, right into his arms. He carries you to his car and buckles you in, you have a goofy grin plastered on your face and he's definitely taking a few pictures to tease you with for later.
Once he reaches your place, he has you in his arms again, chuckling at the way you cling onto him while he carries you to your room. He carefully removes your lashes and does his best to take off your makeup. He slips you into one of his shirt's you've stolen, tucking you into bed before crashing on the couch just in case you get sick in the middle of the night.
He knows he can be a bit of a mess but not when it comes to you, not his favorite little peanut. 
*****
“I told you it was good” You sass, while Frank shakes his head, taking another drag of his cigarette, driving you home. “Just admit it” 
“Fine, it was okay” 
“It was more than okay!” You poke his arm, the both of you coming back from a movie you had insisted on going to. If anyone else had told him to go, it would have been a hard no, but for you? He was at your door within minutes. That didn’t mean he wanted to admit it was actually a good movie. 
You continue rambling on about the movie, which makes him smile. Everything about you makes him smile. Your voice. Your smile. The way your nose crinkles when you laugh. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, he can’t stop the way his mind is racing; you’re so beautiful and sweet. You’ve been the most consistent person in his life, you’ve been there for him in more ways than he can count. You’re stopped at a red light and he can’t even stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. 
“You’re gorgeous” 
You roll your eyes, you were not new to Frank’s flirting, this was nothing new. 
“Y/n” 
Hm. He never used your name. You gasp, feeling his arm pull you closer to him, making him look at you. “You’re so beautiful...”
Your face is near his, you can feel your skin heating up with each passing second. He leans in slightly and before you can stop yourself, your lips smash onto his. His tongue slips past your lips, his fingers tugging your hair gently, as if something he had contained for ages was finally releasing. 
You moan, feeling his lips trail down to your neck, whining in protest when he has to reluctantly pull away after the light changes. There's only a few more blocks till you get to your place, but you’re more desperate than ever. 
As soon as he pulls up to your drive way, he’s ran around to the passenger seat before you can even unbuckle yourself. He easily lifts you to wrap around his waist, your thighs hugging onto him tightly and his lips are on you again, heading straight to your room. 
*****
“Y/n, give it to me baby, just one more sweet heart, c’mon” 
Sweat is beading at his forehead, his cock fucking in and out of you, he wants to cum so badly but not until you cum one more time for him. His hands are toying with your clit the other holding your waist while he gazes down at you. His lips are brushing against yours while he rolls his hips, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot each time. 
He’s already made you cum twice (the benefit of being friends, you’ve told him what you like and he definitely paid attention during that conversation). The sheets are damp, your mixed arousal dripping out of you, making a mess everywhere. Its sloppy and desperate, pent up tension between you both reaching an all time high. 
“F-FR-ANK” you cry out, clenching and squeezing around his cock, your orgasm right on edge. Tears are prickling your eyes, pleasure is surging through your body, because of him. Your walls and fluttering and you can feel his cock throb. 
“Cum with me baby, milk my cock, you feel so good baby-fuck-can’t hold it” 
“I-fuck-I’m CUMMING” You cling onto him, your pussy making it impossible for him to hold off any longer, he can feel your slick gush out of you and he’s only going to fill you back up. 
“Gonna cum so hard for you y/n, FUCK” You can feel his warmth fill you up, his pace unrelenting trying fuck you through your high. 
You can barely move afterwards, hardly able to feel the warm wash cloth between your legs. You feel his arms wrap around you to pull you into him; he places your head onto his chest. He’s cradling your head, gently stroking your hair while you fall asleep, you’ve never felt so complete. 
****
The bedside his empty.
His clothes are gone.
You don’t see his wallet anywhere. 
He left.
You should have known. You were no different. You knew exactly who he was last night, he’d shown you who he was time and time again. Why did you believe you were any different.
Maybe because you actually loved him.
You thought he maybe felt the same.
Guess not. 
You curled into a ball, tears streaking your face as you cried, your face buried in your knees. You didn’t even hear the door open, crying harder when you thought about all the times you wished he was yours. 
"Peanut? Hey, hey baby" He rushes over to your side, immediately pulling you into his lap. His heart is beating out of his chest, he’s hardly ever seen you cry, mostly because he’s always there to stop the tears before they even start. 
"Baby what’s wrong"
"I-” You stop yourself from speaking, your skin heating up while he brushes your hair away from your face waiting for you to answer. You feel can’t bring yourself to tell him why your upset, not wanting him to think you’re clingy, especially if there's nothing more here. He looks terrified, wondering if he hurt you or if you felt pressured into doing something you didn’t want in the first place, he’d never live with himself if he hurt you. 
"Baby? Did I do something wro-
"No!" You bite your lip, worried about telling him more. "I-I thought you left" You whisper, looking down at your lap, refusing to look at him. 
"No sweet heart, I just went to grab us something to eat, thought you'd like those waffles from the diner"  He’s rubbing soothing circles on your back, pulling you to lay on his chest, just like he did the night before. "Why would I leave you"
You shrug, not wanting to tell him you thought he saw you like every other girl he takes home, fearing that really was how he saw you.
"I'd never leave you peanut"
You snuggle into his chest, still feeling unsure. He wraps his arms around you, his lips brushing your forehead. He’s thought about this moment 100 times over, and nothing compares to how perfect you feel, sitting against him. 
“You promise?” You whisper, smiling softly when he tips your chin to look up at you. 
“Baby, if you haven’t pieced it together already-
He hesitates. He might had said this haphazardly in the past before but this is real. He means it. He doesn’t want to screw this up.
“I love you” 
You blink up at him, gasping when he comes down to kiss you, the sweetest softest kiss anyone's ever given you. He stays with you the whole day. Many days. and nights. and you’re always safe. you’re always loved. in his arms. 
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hellfiresmaster · 11 months
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if you’re asking for requests i think we need more eddie smut where he’s obsessed w reader’s boobs… maybe he hasn’t even seen boobs irl before or maybe he’s just never got to touch
Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 846
Warnings: established but also kind of new relationship, innocent eddie, well hes never seen tits before, he's just curious, slight smut references but nothing serious
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Eddie tapped away on his notebook as he sat across from you in his cluttered bedroom. The sound of the AC was bustling and struggling to fill the cramped space with cool air, but it wasn't the inevitable summer heat that was bothering him. Eddie was shifting uncomfortably in his chair for an entirely different reason.
The image of you lying on your stomach across his bed with a D&D book flat and open before you as you innocently flipped through the various drawings mesmerized him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his breathing quicken as you leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view of your chest. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to shove his face in your tits and never come up. Worship them, suffocate between them until he died a happy man.
Eddie tried to focus on the unplanned campaign before him. But it was useless. Every single one of this thoughts consumed with one thing. Your tits. The way they'd look kneaded in his hands, laved and littered in marks as a reminder of his claim on you. Eddie shuddered at the thought, feeling like a gross pervert just knowing how worked up he was over you, mindlessly pressing your tits together and gawking whenever you threatened to spill out of your shirt. How were you supposed to know that your decision to wear a low-cut top on a scorching day would make him want to bust in his pants at any moment. Eddie was suddenly very grateful for the leather journal on his lap, concealing how hard he was growing in his jeans.
"Eds? Everything alright?" Humiliation washed over him when he realized you were following his line of sight to your chest, making you smirk. "Eddie Munson, are you staring at my tits?" Eddie visibly tensed at the accusation; although true, he couldn't bear the sound of it out loud. What if you hated him for it? What if you never wanted to come over or see him again, all because he was being a sick fucking pervert who couldn't keep it in his pants? He couldn't fathom the thought. With your gaze burning a hole right through him, he knew there was no denying it now. He knew you were never one to shy away from anything like that. If there's anything Eddie learned about you in the time you'd been dating, there was scarcely a filter on that mouth of yours.
"All you had to do was ask, baby." You watched as he became frantic and clutched the chair beneath him. Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, and his hands felt clammy against his bouncing knee. You could tell he was lost in his own thoughts as he pursed his lip. On the other hand, you were determined to take matters into your own hands. Carefully, you set the book to the side and situated yourself on the bed, kneeling at the edge of it before pulling at the hem of your shirt and swiping it over your head. Eddie felt himself twitch in his already constricting jeans. He strained to commit everything to memory, each of your tits cupped perfectly in a simple black satin bra he'd gotten glimpses of so many times before. He had to stop himself from lunging toward you and ravaging them.
"Should I take this off?" You gestured towards your bra as Eddie's chest puffed in and out with labored breaths, processing every piece of skin exposed to him before he interrupted.
"Um, ca-can I?" Eddie shakily responded as he rose from the chair and cautiously approached you. You nodded up at him, his musk and the scent of weed invading your senses, when you felt his trembling hand behind you, struggling to unclip your bra and remove it with inexperienced fingers. You could've sworn you saw Eddie's eye pop out of his head, his mouth drying at the sight of your tits baring before him.
"They're perfect." Was all he could muster. Eddie felt lightheaded; he was sure he could feel every drop of blood in his body rush straight to his cock.
"Yeah?" Your mouth curved into a smile when you felt him cup your face with one hand and run a thumb along your cheek.
"Yeah. C-can I?" You nodded as Eddie's fingers lightly traced along your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your nipples pebbled as his hands skimmed over the sides of your tits, taking his time to memorize every curve before you felt him cup the supple flesh. The chill of his rings and the warmth of his palm made you arch your back and lean further into him. With every touch and feel, Eddie became more and more confident, drawing out sounds from you he'd never heard before. His breath hitched as he kneaded one tit and then moved on to the other. Eddie was addicted. He wanted to record every single sound and whimper and replay it in his mind forever.
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I’m Yours
Castiel x Fe!Reader -> After a hunt went sideways, Castiel hears your prayers.
Warnings; Mentions of wounds. Pain. Fluff. Angst? 
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Clink.
Another piece of shrapnel landed in the sink. It took everything in her not to scream, cry, throw up or pass out from the pain.
Clink.
A suppressed cry escaped her lips that she tried to bite back.
Her hands were shaking as she took the tweezers to her stomach once more and tried to remove yet another piece. She needed to get it out before she could properly clean and dress the wound.
However someone must have heard her silent prayers because suddenly, albeit quietly, Castiel appeared at the bathroom door.
She looked up and locked eyes with him for a moment before looking back to her wound and taking her shaking tweezers to it once more.
Cas walked closer, lay his hand over hers to stop it from shaking and took the tweezers from her.
“Don’t heal me. Let me heal myself.”
Cas nodded. He knew from past experience to go with her word. And she always knew he’d heal her in a heartbeat if she wanted him to.
Cas didn’t say a word, but gently knelt down and carefully began to remove the shrapnel and other things from her wound.
“Show me what to do.”
Their voices were quiet as they spoke the few words to one another. Cas was scared of startling her whilst she didn’t have much energy left to stay awake, let alone talk.
She gave him a few instructions on what to do so it wouldn’t hurt her there and then or in the long run.
He helped her change into a fresh pair of clothing, turning his back to give her some privacy.
It was like he could feel her energy dropping. How she was still awake amazed him.
He helped clean some of the dirt off her skin - mostly from her face. It had been blood splattered and scratched here and there.
He wanted to heal her so bad.
Eventually, they walked out of the bathroom and Cas helped lower her onto the bed so she didn’t cause anymore damage to the wound.
The shot hadn’t been fatal enough to kill her. After all, compared to being shot, she’d been grazed. That’s what she called it anyway.
Any sane person would call it getting shot.
Within seconds she was asleep and Cas was left watching over her whilst also cleaning up the room a little.
Bloody rags were on the table, blood was splattered in the bathroom, dirt marks were on the door and across all the clothing she had been wearing.
Quickly, he put a load on so by the morning her clothes would be as good as new.
“Cas?”
He looked back from the sink towards her bed.
“You need rest.”
“Can you lie with me for a while?”
Cas knew, as much as she was a good liar, she was scared. Vulnerable.
“Okay.”
As he got closer, she gave a tired smile with a whisper.
“You’re not in your suit.”
Cas looked down and gave back a small smile.
“No, I’m not. I have to say, these joggers, as you call them, are a lot more comfortable to lounge in.”
Some of her blood had stained his shirt and tie so, after zapping from one place back to the room, he had changed into the clothing she had given him the first Christmas after they met.
“You look more comfortable.”
Cas moved a little closer to her just before she rolled to her side, Castiel’s arm coming around her shoulders to help support her a little and her own arm going across his chest.
He had to admit - this was nice.
Not the situation that had lead them here, but this was nice.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“I heard your prayer.” Cas answered. “Why won’t you let me heal you?”
“I have to heal on my own, Cas.” She told him. “And I don’t want to use you. You’re more than just a healer to me, Cas.”
Cas smiled a little. Part of him knew this. Which part? He didn’t know.
“I’m yours to use.” He told her.
He would always look out for her. He would always be there if she needed him. If she wanted him.
The pair shared a look, their eyes flicking up and down but Cas made the final decision.
He placed a chaste kiss to her lips which she returned just as gently before he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m yours, Y/N.” Cas told her. “I’m yours however you want me.”
Even though she didn’t say it out loud, he heard her prayer.
I love you.
Cas gave a soft smile as he held onto her more securely.
“I love you, too.”
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Deeds Not Less Valiant - Chapter Twelve
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Chapter Summary: Din and Tala get closer and a tragedy occurs.
Rating: PG-13 (nothing explicit but there is some touching and mentions of mild sexual arousal)
Word Count: 1975+
After they returned from Mandalore, things went back to the usual routine, with one exception. Now Din came by Tala’s place twice a week: once to drop Grogu off while he met with Greef, and once when he left Grogu with IG-11 so he and Tala could spend some time alone. Sometimes they walked through town, perusing the items for sale in the marketplace before selecting something as a gift for Grogu; other times they just sat on her couch, talking and touching. Din was more comfortable on the former occasions, but he truly enjoyed the latter despite his awkwardness. He liked holding her hand, the way she played with his fingers and traced random shapes on his skin with her fingertips. He liked the way she felt pressed against his side, her head resting on his shoulder (after he’d removed his pauldron, of course — beskar was too cold and rigid to be an effective pillow). And he loved feeling her hands giving his thigh a little squeeze, tickling at his ribs, or fiddling with the collar of his undersuit.
At first, he was reluctant to touch her, but she soon made it clear that his hands were welcome on most parts of her body. He still hadn’t worked up the nerve to touch her anywhere that could be considered private, though. It didn’t seem fair when so much of his own body was still hidden behind armor.
“I have an idea,” Tala said one day as they settled onto the couch. Din was wary, because she was wearing a flowing dress, not her typical shirt and pants. The dress had a low cut neckline and only reached the tops of her knees.
“Um, okay,” he said.
“I know you can’t take off your helmet, but can you remove the rest of your armor?”
“I … I could, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable,” he said. “I wouldn’t feel safe.”
She nodded and reached for his arm. “But if you took off these vambraces …” She fumbled with the hooks that attached the beskar armor to his undersuit. “And the pauldrons, then you could hug me better.”
All Din could do was nod as she carefully removed the beskar from his arms.
“And if you took off the breastplate, I could lay against your chest,” she said. “We could cuddle.”
“I suppose that would be all right,” he said. He was getting nervous but it wasn’t fear; it was anticipation. He helped her unfasten the breastplate and lay it aside with the rest of his armor.
Tala smiled and crawled onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her head resting just over his heart. He let his arms slide around her and hold her close. “There, now isn’t that better?,” she asked. He could feel her voice against his chest.
“Much better,” he replied. She was warm and soft and he just wanted to melt into her. Even with the thick fabric of his undersuit between them, he could feel her body in a way he hadn’t been able to before. And it felt right.
They sat in silence for several minutes, then Tala began to talk. “I miss this. Cuddling. I probably shouldn’t be talking about another man while we’re this close, but Rix and I used to spend lazy mornings in bed on my day off. Nothing sexual, just curling up and eating sweet buns and caf and maybe watching a holovid or listening to some music. Just being together.”
“It sounds nice,” Din said. He couldn’t help picturing himself and Tala in bed, warm and cozy in the blankets. His hand strayed down her back a bit, dangerously close to her bottom.
“Of course,” she said, wiggling a little closer, “sometimes it did turn into something … more.” She slid one of her arms around his waist, her fingers dipping toward the waistband of his pants. Din shifted a little to hide the reaction that was occurring in his nether regions. He didn’t want to embarrass her. Or himself.
“Um, that’s nice, too,” he stammered.
Tala laughed. “Very nice,” she murmured, nuzzling against his chest. “But we can get to that when you’re ready. For now, cuddling is enough.”
Din nodded, but he wasn’t sure. He wanted more.
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Tala didn’t want to push him, but she wanted Din to know that she was ready for whatever steps he was willing to take. Of course, she would have loved to kiss him, to feel his lips against her skin, but there were plenty of other ways a man could please a woman … and ways a woman could please a man. She’d thought about flat out asking him if he wanted her to touch him, but she knew it would embarrass him. So she’d opted for a more subtle approach. Now, curled up in his lap, head resting against his chest, she could feel him slowly relaxing into the embrace, and that was enough for the moment. She wanted him to feel at ease with her, with himself.
“I … I’ve never done this before,” he said suddenly.
“I know,” she said.
“I mean, I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t want to do something wrong.”
She brought her hand up to trace circles against his shirt. “You won’t disappoint me. And you can’t do anything wrong. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you, and you do the same. Not everyone likes the same things. Some people can’t stand to have their feet touched, or are extremely ticklish, or whatever. And you can ask for things. If I do something you really like, let me know so I can do it again.”
“I like this,” he said. “Just being together. Touching. Holding each other.”
“Me, too. But if you want more, just let me know.”
“Do you want more?”
“I do. But we’re going at your pace, Din. I have no problem with taking the scenic route, as long as we take it together.”
His hand slid from her waist to her hip. “I wish I could kiss you,” he said softly.
“Kiss me with your hands,” she said. “I’ll bet your fingertips are as soft as your lips.”
She slipped a hand behind him and pulled loose the hem of his shirt, exposing a tiny sliver of skin above his waistband. She trailed her fingers against him and she felt him shiver. “Just like this,” she said.
He hesitated, then raised his hand to her neck, grazing his fingers lightly against her skin. “You’re so soft,” he said. “And warm.”
“So are you, underneath all that beskar.”
He chuckled. “I’ve never been described as soft before. At least, not as a compliment.” His hand slid further down, shying away from her breast to settle against her side.
“You can touch them, you know,” she said. “You can touch me anywhere.”
“I … I know. But I’m not ready just yet. I’m enjoying this.”
“So am I,” she replied. And it was true. Just being held by Din was pleasurable. Knowing that he felt safe with her, that he trusted her … it made her heart swell. This is love, she thought, although she would never speak the feeling out loud. Not yet.
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Is this love? Din wondered as he felt Tala slowly drift off to sleep. She was so trusting, so vulnerable. He knew what I felt like to want to protect someone who was helpless but this was different. This was more like quiet times with Grogu, when they were simply together, existing side by side and everything felt right. Nothing expected of him, nothing to ask for, just a warm happy feeling that he remembered from when he was a small boy. Feeling safe and … loved. Yes, it must be love. But not the same kind of love he felt for Grogu. This was something fiercer, more volatile. He knew these lazy caresses could erupt into something closer to violence, something that could hurt them both if they weren’t careful. Something he was just beginning to realize that he craved, at least with her.
He couldn’t rush into it, though. Love was one thing; making a lifelong commitment was another. People fell in and out of love all the time. They made friends and walked away from them every day. As much as he wanted to bare his body and soul to Tala, he had to be careful. Taking a spouse is forever, he reminded himself. There were ancient rituals for taking a riddur, words that needed to be spoken and witnessed and taken to heart as solemnly as the Creed. You have to be sure.
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Tala got used to people deferring to her in the marketplace, stepping aside to allow her to pass. Word had gotten around town that she was “Mando’s girl” and no one wanted to risk insulting the High Magistrate’s number one ally. At first it was flattering, then irritating, and now it just was. Nevarro was civilized but too many people remembered the old days, during the Empire and just after its fall, when things here on the Outer Rim had been chaotic. Order had returned — real order, not the sham imposed by the Empire — but not everyone trusted it yet.
Which wasn’t to say shady things didn’t go on. Even Coruscant had its darker elements, and like most of the residents of Nevarro, Tala had learned to turn a blind eye to some of her neighbors. Like the Typhe twins, Maro and Haro. They lived on the block behind her, running an engine shop that mostly worked on land speeders and hover bikes and anti-grav lifts, but also engaged in some modifications that were not strictly legal. Every once in a while, an unsavory group would arrive, take possession of something bulky and vaguely menacing, and disappear, leaving the twins with a much more substantial bank account, judging by the liberal way they spent credits at the local cantina in the days following one of those visits.
IG-11 kept an eye on them, but they weren’t dealing in weapons or spice, and if their engines were powering pirate ships, well, there was no proof of that, and the pirates weren’t bothering the Nevarrans, so Greef was content to simply solicit a “donation” to the community fund when the twins were flush. And the twins were content to donate now and then, deeming it a business expense, and cheaper than paying off the Hutts like they’d had to do on the last planet they’d lived on.
So when Tala left work one day and heard an explosion followed by a cloud of dust and rubble in the direction of her neighborhood, she knew it had to be the Typhe shop.
Neeli! She ran toward the noise and confusion, fighting her way past everyone who was trying to get away from it.
“You can’t go that way,” someone shouted at her. “The buildings are falling apart.”
”My tooka,” she gasped. “I have to …”
A hand grabbed her arm and dragged her backward. “If your pet is still alive, it’ll be alright. If not, no use getting yourself killed, too.”
Tala slapped at the hand. “Let go of me!” She wrenched her arm free and kept running.
Her apartment building was in ruins. One outer wall still teetered in place, fighting gravity to stay upright. The rest was crumbled in a pile of plastisteel beams and concrete. Still, there were plenty of crevices where a tooka could take refuge.
I’m coming, Neeli. I’ll find you, girl.
She climbed into the rubble, coughing from the dust, her eyes streaming. “Neeli! Nee-nee girl! Come on, tooka-tooka-tooka. Neeli! NEELI!”
Her words were drowned out by the collapse of the standing wall, and she was covered in a shower of concrete bricks and mortar dust.
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Suptober22 Day 2 - Pillow Talk
Dean couldn’t wait to crawl into bed. It had been a long day, and he was filthy. He took the quickest shower possible, toweled off, threw on his robe and headed to the bedroom. He felt like he was asleep on his feet. 
As he pushed the bedroom door open, he was disappointed to see that Cas hadn’t made it to their room yet, he hoped he wouldn’t be long. 
He left the door cracked and made sure that Cas’ bedside lamp was on, before he hung his robe on the back of the door and climbed into bed.
He did his best to stay awake. He wanted to see Cas before he fell asleep, but it was no use. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Not a minute later Cas pushed open the door to their bedroom. He took in the sight of Dean asleep in their bed, his hand stretched out over Cas’ side of the bed, reaching for him.
Cas made quick work of his clothes, slipping his hoodie over his head and hanging it next to Dean’s robe. He pulled the t-shirt he’d stolen from Dean that morning over his head as he toed off his shoes. Down to just his jeans, he quickly removed them and laid them across the back of the chair with his shirt, before bending over to remove his socks. 
He walked around the bed, flipped off the lamp, and slid in next to Dean as gently as possible. Dean, ever the light sleeper, stirred anyway and curled closer to Cas, until his head was pillowed on Cas’ shoulder, his arm wrapped around his waist. Cas carefully wrapped his arm around Dean’s back and held him firmly, nuzzling the top of his head.
Dean’s eyelashes brushed back and forth across Cas’ chest as he blinked his eyes open.
“Heya, Cas,” he mumbled tiredly. 
“Hello, Dean” Cas replied with a fond smile, as Dean burrowed further into the juncture between Cas’ shoulder and neck. 
“Missed you, today. I know we were both here, at the house, but I feel like we didn’t get to spend any time together.” Dean murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to Cas’ neck.
“I agree, I missed you, too.” Cas responded with a squeeze of his arm around Dean.
Dean was quiet for a long time, so long Cas thought he’d fallen back asleep. 
Dean’s voice was low and soft when he spoke again.
“Do you think she had a good time?”
“She had a wonderful time, so did all of her friends. You were amazing today, Dean. Claire’s eighth birthday party was one for the record books.” Cas said with a grin. 
“She couldn’t stop talking about the animals and the bounce house and the water balloon painting, she went on and on while she was getting ready for bed.” Cas continued. 
Cas felt Dean’s grin spread across his face.
“How on earth did she talk you into being the human canvas for the water balloon painting? Cas asked with a chuckle. 
Dean gave a small laugh, “I just couldn't tell her no, man. She was so excited. I just went with it.”
“You’re a good dad, Dean. The best.” Cas said, as he placed his fingers under Dean’s chin to tilt his face up so their eyes met.
“You are too, Cas.” Dean said as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Cas’.
“I love you, Cas.” 
“I love you, too, Dean.”
“Night, sweetheart.” Dean said as he laid his head back down on Cas’ chest and promptly fell asleep.
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❀ blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.” for Writer's Choice!
It had been another rough day and Reggie could hardly wait to wash away his cruddy workday and collapse onto his couch and order some of the greasiest, carbiest, comfort food take away he could find. An impulse that only grew stronger the longer he walked to his apartment, and it became increasingly clear someone else had the same idea.
Reggie hesitates at his front door. Keys in his hand as he stalls, the lights are on inside. One of the hallway lights had gone out earlier that week, yet to be replaced. But the lower light made it easier to see the crack of light streaming from under his apartment door. 
He hadn’t left any lights on this morning. He presses his ear to the door but doesn’t hear anything, and looking at the door itself it doesn’t look like it’d been broken into. Which leaves Julie, he smiles as he hadn’t been expecting her today. 
He carefully removes his shoes as he opens the door as quietly and as slowly as he can. Peeking his head around the door he spots the back of her head on the couch. Briefly he is distracted by the distinct smell of deep fried food wafting over him and fights the urge to ecstatically tackle her in the biggest hug. 
He has a different goal in mind for now.
Slowly he creeps inside, feeling like a glacier as he crouches to deposit his shoes by the door. He is halfway to the couch when he blinks and Julie has moved. No longer sitting where she was. Damn it. 
“Hey cutie.” Julie says through a bit of a giggle as one of her fingers boops the tip of his nose. Her nose is adorably wrinkling up with her laughter when he turns to wrap her up in a hug. But that isn’t enough and soon he is peppering her with kisses.
“One of these days I’ll be able to surprise you.” 
“Oh is that right?” Julie says between intermittent kisses and hums. Hands trailing up his arms before her fingers begin toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. “I’m pretty sure I have the advantage, Tesoro.” 
“Maybe,” he says, leaving off the ‘for now’ that sits uncomfortably at the tip of his tongue. As does the urge he has to point out there is more than one way to surprise someone. Thoughts of a gold chain and pendant he bought weeks ago and left to sit in his dresser are pushed to the side. The timing never felt right for that, and only felt increasingly wrong the longer it sat in his dresser.
He breaks himself from that spiral aided by the smell of fried food. “Did you get me dinner?” He lifts Julie off the ground to spin her around in the tight hug he wanted to give her when he first got home. 
“Yeah, I got some time off and thought we could do dinner and a movie.” She says through fond laughter pressing their foreheads together.
“Sounds perfect, Angel.” He lets her back down to the floor with a lingering kiss. “Let me just shower first really quick.”
She doesn’t let him go far when he attempts to pull away. Humming deep in the back of her throat as she pulls him in for another languid kiss and helps to get him out of his jacket. “Maybe I can join you?”
“That does sound nice.” His own hands trail under her shirt as they stumble their way to the bathroom. 
It by no means ends up anywhere near a quick shower. He’s never been good at quick showers and it’s an impossible feat entirely when she joins him. If she hadn’t offered to wash his hair for him he’d have forgotten why he’d gone in there in the first place. Far too distracted by other matters.
It’s only when the shower turns cold and Julie points out how his teeth are starting to chatter, they finally leave to get dried and dressed. She helps to bundle him in towels and rushes off to reheat his dinner, leaving him alone in his room to get dressed. 
He gets on a comfortable pair of sleep pants and is digging through to find a shirt when his hand stumbles on the box that’s been sitting there hidden for weeks. He pulls it out of its  hiding spot, wondering if maybe he should just start carrying it with him. Force himself to find ‘a right time.’
“What’s that?” 
Or Julie could inadvertently force him herself. 
He startles, feeling silly when he instinctively tries to hide the box before he stops himself. “What? This? This is just something.”
“Something?”
“Well, um, here.” He hands the box over before he can second guess or make a bigger fool of himself. Rubs at the back of his neck, chest clenching at her uncertain look. “I saw this a while ago and it made me think of you.”
She hesitantly opens the box to reveal the pendant there, a pair of golden angel wings folded to form a heart around a small ruby gemstone. The thin gold necklace chain is tucked under the display cushioning. 
He swallows around the dry lump that forms in his throat as she continues to stare down at the pendant. There’s an almost startled edge to her gaze and it worries him that she hasn’t even blinked. 
“I’m sorry. If you don’t like it I can take it back.”
“No.” She looks up at him, clutches the box to her chest briefly before looking back down at the pendant once more. “No, I love it. Reggie, it's beautiful.”
She has him wrapped tight in a hug he’s entirely unprepared for, it takes an extra second for his brain to register the movement let alone the thanks she’s whispering her thanks into the crook of his neck. He smiles as he wraps his arms around her waist, only removing them so he can eat. Though the two are wrapped around each other again soon enough.
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How ‘Immortal Desires’ could have ended to give at least a bit of closure (Part 4)
Several words from me before you read this:
This part... It caused a lot of different emotions in me as I tried my best to picture the nature of the vampires, who can be the most gentle and most unpredictable and scary at the same time. This is quite a heavy part, as I am about to share my vision of how Cas turning went, and it didn’t go according to the plan. I felt sorry for both Cas and Gabriel while writing this. I hope it won’t be hard to follow, and you’ll enjoy this part. Thanks for reading! 
PART1  PART2  PART3
Part 4
Back to present, now playing as MC named Stella:
Cas sighed, looking at you, thoughtful and sad.
‘Here comes a heavy part… My turning ritual became a mess. Gladly quick action was taken and I survived it.’
He took off his leather jacket, giving you a better look at his exposed arms. You realized that apart of plenty silver branding scars he collected through years being a rebellious vampire, he also had greyish blue lightning shaped scar going along all of his right arm from the wrist and disappearing under his T-shirt sleeve towards his shoulder.
‘It’s the mark you got in the ritual?’ you inspected it for a while surprised you haven’t noticed it.
‘It was unintended, but yes. It is a mark reminding me of the worst pain in my life, but it is not only that. I am ready to tell you the whole story of what happened back then and how it might had an influence till this day. Some things seem… weirdly connected really, when I think about it now.’
Around 60 years ago, now playing as Cas:
After Lewyn’s speech to remind others to stay cautious during the ritual, vampires came closer the altar you were lying, dividing in two groups. You were looking around at all faces, now difference of the mood was quite obvious. Vampires standing on your left with Astoria in front were confident even with traces of excitement like they couldn’t wait you to join them, while group on your other side standing beside Lewyn seemed upset or even a bit nervous, as if they were forced to do something against their beliefs.
Astoria came next to altar, bending towards you, her face got very close to yours. That closeness might have felt intimidating, but to your own surprise you weren’t afraid of her anymore. She takes your left hand and looks at you softly.
‘This going to hurt, dear. Though don’t be afraid, it won’t take too long. We will take care of you when the ritual is over, and you’ll be like new in no time.’ Her tone was tender, almost like mom talking to a child before sleep. ‘All I want to ask you, is stay as calm as you can. Stirring too much might make you hurt more, and we don’t want that.’
Astoria straightened up, and stepped away from you. She turned at other vampires. ‘Also… As you know, Gabriel is a very young vampire, who will be participating in this ritual for the first time.’ She focused her gaze on a young-looking vampire boy for a moment, then her eyes switched to the others around again. ‘Show him the best example of how it has to be done properly. And, Valerie, it seems you two already became quite friendly, I’m giving you an honor to start this ritual.’
Val came to you confidently and slowly, as if not wanting to startle you, keeping an easy smile in her face. When she came close and bend over to you, she whispered. ‘Where you’d prefer to get your first bite, neck or wrist?’
‘I guess most of you prefer a neck, so just go for it.’ You returned a slight smile, feeling quite weak again.
After you said it, Val unzipped jacket you were wearing, then carefully raised your arms taking it off and throwing it on the ground next to altar.
‘We need to get more of your exposed skin for a ritual, so I am going to remove your T-shirt too.’ She gently pulled the fabric of your t-shirt, and you relaxed your body giving her wordless permission to do it. Val undressed you with delicate care, her fingers like feathers on your skin. It was hard to believe how gentle these obviously powerful creatures can be when they want to.
Her face is close to you, she whispers. ‘Don’t worry, first bite won’t sting too much, as there will be just a bit of venom in your system. But with later bites from others the pain will build up, so be ready for it.’ She took your hand for a second, giving it a short squeeze as if Valerie was trying to support you as much as she can, then she released it.
She looked back at Lewyn and Astoria, they both give her a small nod, giving a permission to start a ritual. Val returned her attention to you. She leaned towards your neck and you could feel her mouth opening, even and slow breathing against your skin. Then sudden piercing pain, you winced a bit, trying to stay still. Bite took a very short moment, Val was already standing beside you before you knew it. As she said, you didn‘t feel nearly any pain after she released fangs from your skin, it faded quite soon leaving a tingling sensation on a left side of your neck.
You lied down there on the altar looking at Val and other vampires around  standing there in a dim light and worriedly or excitedly waiting for their turn. Now full realization hit you, that there is no way back anymore. You are or one of them, or dead. Though you knew already, that you feel determined to survive this ritual and become this mysterious, powerful creature. Remembering how fast two vampires in the woods were, you already picture yourself running at incredible speed in the forest.
Valerie gave you one last supportive look and left, blending in group of other vampires. Then it was Astoria‘s and Lewyn‘s turn to inject their venom, as they clearly were leaders of the vampires. Each of them bit your wrists, doing it fast and precise, they must have done it plenty times. As you were warned before, you started to feel venom spreading through your veins, leaving the tissues around burning a bit, but it was still absolutely bearable, you laid calmly, having pleasant visions in your head about yourself being a vampire.
Minutes went by and you collected more and more bites from other vampires on various places of your arms, neck or torso. The area of the pain spread further to your body, now limbs were burning and swollen, you felt your heart beating like crazy, as your body tries its best to fight the venom you were given. At that moment you felt like lying in a pit of venomous snakes, which bite you everywhere they can reach.
After what must have been around ten minutes, but felt like eternity, the biting has stopped. It was silent in the room, just a sound of your heavy breathing from pain could be heard. It hurt badly, but you tried to calm yourself down, the worst part must have ended. Your vision cleared from fog caused by pain and you carefully moved your head to see what is happening around.
Everyone was still there, their gazes directed to a young long-haired vampire, who is shyly standing in the center of attention, his head is hung down, gaze directed to the ground, as if he was ashamed of himself. He finally broke the silence.
‘No. I can’t do it. I just can’t make him suffer more.’ He said while shaking his head, stepping backwards once, showing his complete disapproval of the ritual.
‘Gabriel… You know that it is an old tradition, and you must follow it. That’s the way we all get connected in our big family.’ Lewyn got closer to him, taking his hand and leading Gabriel towards altar, Astoria joining behind them, some annoyance in her face, though she stayed silent, letting Lewyn to take care of disobedient vampire.
‘Please… I better risk not to be connected to him and to get a punishment for this, but I just don’t want to bite and hurt him, it feels so wrong.’ Gabriel begged, he seemed nearly panicking.
Lewyn kept dragging him through the room against young vampire’s will, and when they got closer to the altar you were lying, your and Gabriel’s gazes met for a first time. As much as you were in pain, you could see a lot of suffering in his eyes too, as if he could feel your anguish. Then he turned away, like looking at your tormented body was too much for him.
‘Adalhard, don’t be a coward.’ Astoria told in a cold tone, standing behind Gabriel like a wall, not letting him to try to run away from this. Then with sudden movement she took Gabriel’s chin in her hand turning his face to a side and forcing him to look in her piercing eyes. ‘Make us all proud of you or else you won’t see a daylight for long… or ever.’
Other vampires stood there in tense silence. Some of them looking at Gabriel with sadness and empathy, others with disbelief and disappointment, but no one is stepping in, just waiting quietly of what is going to happen further. Even Lewyn was stunned and couldn’t say anything for a moment after Astoria’s threatening words, standing there beside them both. He stood close to you and you could clearly see traces of worry or even confusion in Lewyn’s silver eyes, like he didn’t know how to control this situation, which any moment can become chaotic.
Lewyn released Gabriel’s hand and gently put his on young vampire’s shoulder.
‘Listen, Gabriel. There is no shame to participate in turning ritual, it is an honour to give human a new life extended beyond mortal’s limits, and he...’ Lewyn’s gaze dropped to you for a short moment. ‘… he agreed to this. Let’s finish this ritual to end his pain and let him have some rest while transforming into one of us.’ He tried to sound as calm as possible, attentively observing Gabriel. Although no matter of Lewyn’s effort to reduce the tension in the air, Gabriel looked at you again. It was obvious that he’s under a lot of stress, panicking, completely on edge. The corners his lips slightly trembling.
After a moment of total stillness, Gabriel’s face changed into angry, feral grimace, he lashed out at Lewyn and Astoria pushing them away with wild strength. Both of them completely unexpecting of such attack flew away several meters, lying on ground shocked, not believing in what’s happening.
Gabriel turned back at you. His face completely different from that sad, anguished boy you have seen moments ago, he was out of control, no sanity in his face. Now he looked like a wild animal, eyeing his prey. Before anyone in the room could take an action to stop him, Gabriel clasped your right arm with his both hands’ fingers in such might that you could feel your arm’s muscles being crushed, there is no way you could fight him even in full human’s strength. Though you still fight with what’s left in your body forgetting all the pain as adrenaline kicks in, trying to kick him with your feet and hit his chest with your free hand, but it is completely ineffective against vampire’s inhuman power.
Then all of sudden the wave of pain in your body again, when Gabriel’s fangs pierced your wrist. The bite was deep and you could feel a new wave of burning venom flowing into your veins. Though the sensation this time was way sharper, it felt like your whole arm was burning with open flame. You must have gotten way too big dose of vampire’s venom. Veins and tissues around where venom was flowing started to melt, becoming blueish grey colour and instantly turning into rough scar tissue. The pain was agonizing, you were tossing from side to side screaming in pain.
‘AAAAAAH PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!!!’ you screamed at the top of your lungs. Pain became worse and worse with each moment, Gabriel was still holding your wrist, keeping his fangs sank in your flesh for way too long.
‘NO! Lewyn! Do something!’ you could hear panicked Astoria’s voice.
‘Gabriel! STOP IT! Or I will have to stop you!’ Lewyn was furious, he got next to the altar in the blink of the eye, jumping on Gabriel’s shoulders, trying to knock Gabriel down and rip him off of you. More vampires joined him, trying to help to stop totally uncontrollable young member of the clan. Finally with group effort vampires managed to push Gabriel away, leaving you lay there on the altar barely able to breath or move as every nerve ending was burning. Your vision got blurry and blacked out, but you still could hear voices and sense the panic around in distance.
‘Chain Adalhard and leave him in dungeons until he calms down!’ Astoria commanded in cold strict tone. ‘While I will take care of our new boy.’ This time she sounded way gentler.
You heard crowd of voices discussing what to do next, though not being able to understand what exactly they are talking. Then all noises start to fade out as most of vampires join Lewyn who is holding Gabriel firmly in his arms and together left the room. Several vampires stayed beside you.
‘Valerie, I need you to hold him, while I will try to suck some venom out of his arm. Poor boy got way too much of it. I am surprised he’s still breathing, though we need to hurry!’
You can feel Val taking your left hand and give it soft squeeze, not wanting to cause you more pain, but show her support to you. Astoria at same time took your severely bruised right arm. It was still burning, but you had no energy to fight it anymore, just stayed laying there, unmoving.
‘If you hear me right now, Cassius, we will do everything that you would join us very soon.’
After these words you could feel piercing pain caused by Astoria’s fangs, but then the burning sensation in your arm gradually reduced to a bearable level. You feel gratefulness and quietly say ‘Thank you’. Then your senses completely abandon you, and you sink in the darkness.
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"I didn't know that about you..."
                          the house still reeked of magic that was not his own. glass still laid scattered cross the floor , blood still smeared wood & tiles. he didn't expect eddie to be the first one back. he didn't expect to hear eddie's voice screaming his name in worry , absolute pain while kerrian was in the bathroom. he didn't expect to see the pain that shot through eddie's whole being when he saw the damage he had taken while he was away. the rush of panicked worried hands that pressed to his chest , running through his hair. forcing him to turn so he could see the damage. he did not deserve the love or kindness.
sitting on that bathroom floor his knees brought to his chest , arms curled. eddie had carefully peeled his shirt off & was tending opened wounds. wounds that were not healing. [ all because he refused to turn. ]. a very large part of himself wanted to suffer. he deserved every second of pain. but as that silence came too much , everything he had bottled inside since the moment he was born spilled cross that floor. mixing with his blood , his childhood , his loneness. ‘ i was always suppose to die just … by my own choice. when i was nine i went through my first turn i remember the pain .. i was chained to the floor while my whole pack watched. i could hear all my bones break. but i couldn't scream , i couldn't move. when i came to my alpha told me about the berserker curse. ’
his chin tucked on knee. lids falling closed as there was a sharp winced gasp of breath. claws digging into his arms with a grumbling growl as each piece of glass was carefully removed. some much deeper than he thought. ‘ it was placed on my family when norseman settled in scotland ─── they called themselves the ulfheðnar … wolf warriors. they killed a coven leaders son n` well , i told you i don't fuck with witches. only one out of every ninth generation is cursed. we are bound to die when we turn nineteen. ’ the weight on his chest fell heavy. jaw tightening as he swallowed that pride. that hold that he held for so long. a wall he was once so proud of.
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‘ i was suppose to die on my birthday … not when i did. it's an ancient sacrifice. it allows the magic of the curse to return to the coven , n` the pack it's a reminder that we must maintain balance. peace. vigilance. i was always prepared to die until─── until i met you. ’ pink muscle swept from behind fangs over bottom lip. his head tucking into his arms like a child trying to hide from the wrong they had done. ‘ when i came back i was so angry … all my life i was told i was a monster , then i came back a god. i tore my own throat open before … i went to see caed. i just wanted the pain to go away. ’
it wasn't an excuse by any means. kerrian full expected eddie to punch him again. to run. to break it off for good. & he wouldn't blame him. he could never blame him. ‘ i never told you because i wanted to be a man you could be proud of … not another fuck up like your father. ’
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supernatural-quotes · 2 years
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Jack×reader fluff(this is my first story hope you enjoy)
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Jack × reader fluff with mentions of Sam and Dean
Jack woke up next to you his loving beautiful girlfriend he kissed you on the check then got up and went and took a shower he washed his hair and body then put on a big baby blue shirt and a pair of his jeans and went down stairs you and Jack we're left at the bunker on Saturday when dean, Cas and Sam went on a case they we're chasing a wraith. Jack went downstairs and started grabbing some eggs out of the fridge and grabbed a pan he put the pain on the stove and turned on the stove he cracked 8 eggs so that there would be some left over eggs you woke up smelling the eggs you walked into the kitchen and hugged him he hugged you back and held you for a bit you kissed his cheek and he kissed your cheek to you went into deans room where the TV was and turned it on and started watching Scooby Doo it was yours and Jack's favorite show to watch on deans TV when dean was gone so that dean couldn't tell at you two he walked in soon with two plates on those plates were the eight eggs he had cooked for breakfast he handed you plate and sat down on the bed next to you you started eating he started eating as well soon your plates we're empty he took your plates off the bed and put them in the sink and went back to deans bed to cuddle and watch Scooby-doo with you you put your head on his lap he played with your hair carefully loving how your hair looks and feels you smiled under his nice loving hands playing with your hair you we're so comfortable that even tho you weren't tired you feel asleep he played with your hair some more then kissed your forehead as he got up to go clean up the bunker a bit and clean the dishes he was cleaning for thrity minutes when you woke up curious where he was you walked out of deans room to go look for jack you saw jack cleaning and walked up to him and placed two hands over his eyes and said "guess who" he said "y/n?" You removed your hands and kissed him he kissed you back and hugged you, he asked you if he could go back to cleaning and would show you more love later you said that was okay you took out your phone to call Sam and see how the hunt was going when you realized it was already 10pm you called sam and he picked up you asked how the hunt was going he said it going good by tomorrow at 10pm we should be back you said okay then decided to ask how he and dean was Sam said dean was at a bar probably picking up another one night stand you chuckled at that and said well I will you go bye Sam Sam said bye and hung up you walked over to jack and asked him if you guys we're making or ordering dinner tonight or eat inside and you gave him a slight smirk he said order and maybe later we can eat inside he winks back at you you guys order pizza and watch some more Scooby Doo then you guys hear someone knock on the door you go and answer the door thinking it might be the pizza and you we're right and you payed for the pizza and the guy gave you the pizza you said thank you he said you we're welcome and left you went back to deans room with the pizza and a soda for a jack and a beer for you you gave jack the soda and sat down you opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice jack also grabbed a slice and you both ate the pizza together you both saved four slices of pizza two for you and two for him you turned off the light when you walked back into deans room you both got comfortable and went to sleep together he cuddled you and showed you love you kissed him again and then went to sleep he also went to sleep holding you while playing with your hair
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trion-revolutionary · 3 years
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queen-rowenas · 3 years
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They’re painting.
The sunroom is the last room left to be painted. Sam had suggested hiring someone to paint, but Dean insisted on doing it himself. This was his first real house—Cas’s first house—and he was going to do it right.
Cas reads a lot in the sunroom, so he chose the color—soft candlelight—a light yellow from the 2021 Colors of the Year collection. Dean couldn’t say he was surprised. It suited him.
They’ve only just finished cutting in the edges, and Dean already has paint all over his shirt. Good thing it’s an old one, from back when he thought it was cool to cut the sleeves off. Sometimes when he looks over at Cas, he catches him looking at the handprint on his shoulder.
Although he can’t really say anything since he keeps stealing glances at Cas, one of Dean’s old World’s Largest Ball of Twine shirts stretched across his shoulders. It’s a good look. And the worn pair of jeans Cas has on are definitely helping.
Dean isn’t looking when he goes to grab the paint roller, and he grabs the wrong end. He makes a face at the paint on his hand. That’s gonna be hard to wash off.
He starts to say something to Cas, but stops. Cas is looking at the handprint again. There’s a streak of paint on his cheek.
And that’s when Dean gets an idea.
He grins, ignoring Cas’s questioning gaze as he gets more paint on his hand and walks over to the angel.
Cas sighs. “Dean, if you put a handprint on my rear…”
He trails off as Dean pushes his sleeve up over his shoulder. The smile on Dean’s face faded as he concentrates, lining his hand up and carefully pressing it to Cas’s shoulder.
Stepping back, Dean smiles at his work. His own mark. His. The handprint on Cas’s shoulder a perfect replica of his own.
“Gotta stake my claim somehow. Now you’re mine, too.”
He meets Cas’s gaze and falters. The angel is staring at him with eyes wide and soft in that way that’s always disarming.
And then he grabs the front of Dean’s shirt and pulls him into a firm kiss. Dean startles into it but relaxes, pressing into him immediately. His arms wrap around the angel, hands sliding down to tug him closer, as Cas runs a hand up over the mark on Dean’s shoulder, gripping tight.
Cas draws back, ghosting his lips over Dean’s. “Was the wedding not enough?”
“Well, you’re a hot commodity, angel. I gotta do everything I can.”
Cas kisses him again. “I’ve always been yours, Dean.”
Dean flushes, but he doesn’t duck his head to look away, so Cas considers that a win. “Good. Yeah, uh, me too.”
Giving his arm a squeeze, Cas steps away and turns back to his side of the room, and Dean stifles a laugh.
Cas won’t be so amused later, but the yellow handprint on his butt is definitely worth it.
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Could I get a uuuuh beidou, ningguang, sara, and jean with an s/o who secretly has a lot of self loathing and channels this by letting themselves get hurt way more than necessary in battle, like it's still kept on the down low until it gets too obvious for everyone to ignore? Hope that all made sense.
Her with a Self Loathing S/O
Characters: Beidou, Ningguang, Sara, Jean
Warnings: Gore/blood, mentions of indirect self harm, slight spoilers to Inazuma/Liyue Archon quest
A/n: Before ppl read this I’m warning, I’m not diagnosed with anything particular and I’ve never particularly felt hatred for myself, so I apologize if this is inaccurate or not relatable to people who do struggle with this
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• You hated yourself. But you were sneaky, your only reason to carry on being Captain Beidou’s love and support. Although she was much too sloppy it made you look forward to the following day.
• Your self-hatered led to a lot of reckless decisions, often when you were on expeditions you were the first to volunteer to do the most dangerous things. Most people thought you were just a daredevil, hell even Beidou thought that.
• One day you went too far. Your role required caution because if you were to  misstep you would surely face grave consequences physically. You volunteered to be frontlines while sneaking into Inazuma. Only to be greeted by a couple of arrows in your gut barely conscious, which were welcomed by your own actions.
Beidou made a careful strategy for you to follow along with a handful of others while you led against the Tenryou Commission. You were the first to rush in amongst your hesitant crew. You were prepared to be hurt, no, you wanted to be hurt. The feeling was exhilarating to you. It was the only time you felt alive.
Beidou watched you with wide eyes as you were easily pierced by three small arrows being so exposed. She threw her formation out of line for your sake, rushing by your side, quickly retrieving you before falling back herself. Her crew and Kokomi’s army continued to put pressure on the Shogun’s.
She carefully removed the arrows with monster strength before stopping the bleeding using ripped fabric from her shirt. “Hey, wake up!” She shouted at you, in disbelief that you would endanger yourself like that. Now that she thought about it, you were always like this, the first to rush into danger.
She expected some apology or some form of panic, but you felt nothing. “Never do that again, you hear me?” Her voice was still raised. “That was so so stupid of you, archons please, I cannot believe you right now.” So stupid, she repeated underneath her breath, using all her power to keep you from leaving this world.
You saw how desperately she tried to keep you together, her efforts to keep you alive. You realized, regardless of how much you hate yourself, you love Beidou an endless amount more. To see her in such a torn state over your health hurt much more than continuing to live.
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• You always threw yourself into messy situations without an explanation. Your only thing preventing you from pushing your limits was your girlfriend, Ningguang.
• Ningguang often chose you as a bodyguard so she could keep an eye on you herself. She knew you pulled reckless stunts for the sake of hurting yourself. Honestly, the Tianquan was the only reason you were still alive today.
• You decided one day to pull your most dangerous stunt yet, a group of Treasure hoarders catching your eye. Usually, you waited for them to ambush you, but today you were feeling particularly aggressive.
Ningguang couldn’t believe what she was seeing when she saw you raw punch a small foot soldier of the treasure hoarders, not even using the weapon at your side. Her mouth ajar, she knew you tended to place yourself in dangerous situations but this was far even for you.
“You imbecile!” She insulted you as a particularly large man hit you on the head with his shovel, knocking you clean out after you had caused a ruckus in their camp. Ningguang being a very capable woman herself had to save you from being taken hostage.
You woke up shortly in her arms on a bench at a random pathway leading back to Liyue harbor, she refused to carry you back by herself so she just tended to your wounds with her limited resources. You had a horrible headache from the impact. 
“Perhaps you’re not used to me being so stern with you, but if you make that mistake one more time and put our lives... no, your life endanger... I will not hesitate to cut you off from your position.” Anything but that, if you lost your position as her designated bodyguard you would lose Ningguang to her duties to Liyue. She looked the most stressed you’ve ever seen. She didn’t even look this stressed while sacrificing the jade chamber.
Even though your life was never in any fatal danger with Ningguang by your side, seeing her worry over your minor concussion made you feel regretful for your past actions. Has she always felt this way towards you getting hurt?
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• You were a coward. But everyone mistook it as bravery and outstanding loyalty to Inazuma. You put yourself in lethal situations with intentions of death, but somehow you always survive, to much of a coward to go through with it yourself.
• Your injuries and military medals got you close to General Kujou. She admired your hard work and your devotion, she just thought your injuries were due to enthusiasm. The admiration would later bloom into feelings of love.
• One afternoon you were going against the resistance. Everything seemed futile once Sangonomiya Kokomi appeared. To build morale you rushed in and took out five foot soldiers including Beidou’s crew, only to be cut down from exhaustion.
Being popular within the military, everyone wailed for you. Hearing the shouting for you as you got cut from shoulder to hip by a katana, brought Sara to her feet. You had immediately lost consciousness due to the sudden jolt of the addicting pain.
She used her own overwhelming strength to take down the surrounding forces, retrieving you before commanding everyone to fall back, continuing the battle was a lost cause with all their new reinforcements. She hauled your heavy body from point A to point B, when you regained consciousness you were on a gurney in the nearest camp, Sara beside you reflecting on what had happened.
“That was very foolish of you,” she lectured. “There is no point in your service to Inazuma if you simply die off like livestock. Next time you rush in without orders like that I’m afraid I’ll have to personally discharge you.” You knew that she wasn’t talking for Inazuma’s sake, but for hers. Anybody within the Tenryou Commission would be honored to fight and die in battle for eternity. 
Her knuckles turned white from the stress of her clenching. She wasn’t offset for losing the battle, it was inevitable. What she was shaken up about was the thought of almost losing you because of your self-loathing mindset. She wanted to give you any other reason to convince you to stay other than for Inazuma but knew it was unprofessional.
You got the hint though, you started to ponder on your own personal value. Would it be worth continuing to live past the Vision Hunt Decree? The only answer you could think of, no matter the circumstances would be yes, for Sara.
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• You always made small mistakes to get yourself hurt, not caring about proper form or anything. The only thing that mattered was if you got the job done. If Jean wasn’t there for you, you’d surely be dead by now.
• Jean had no clue you were putting yourself in so much danger intentionally, she thought you were just painfully clumsy. You never cared for how much you got hurt, even if you were on death’s door because Jean would always heal you. The pain brought you adrenaline unlike anything else.
• One afternoon you accompanied Jean on her journey to clear out a ruin guard threatening an area of Mondstadt. When you reached the rocky site, she held your hand knowing you might misstep and fall to your death or something. Little did she know she wasn’t cautious enough.
The ruin guard had spotted you two before you had sensed its presence, all you heard was the sound of robotics and whistling in the air. It had shot six missiles towards you two, knowing Jean could just heal you, you carelessly put yourself in danger to protect her. All you heard were her screams before you lost consciousness after the third missile exploded on you.
You heard Jean snapping you awake, you felt a majority of your pain alleviated, but a tight burn on your midriff remained. When she saw you regain consciousness she let out a loud sigh of relief, “Jeeze, I know you can be irresponsible with your safety but this was too far. Even I thought that was the end for you.”
You looked around and saw the ruin guard disintegrating, once again you had only caused trouble for Jean... but why did your bodily sacrifices always feel so intoxicating. She must’ve seen how much you didn’t care that you’ve nearly died, with no sign of any panic from just being railed by six missiles.
“Listen, I know it’s hard for you. But please just for once in your life care about yourself. I’m not asking for much, you know how sad I would be to come home to an empty house? An empty bed? Just- please for me.” You’ve never heard the Acting Grandmaster so desperate.
You weren’t stupid. You knew the consequences of your self-hatred, your actions, and your goals. But I guess this was the first time you considered Jean would be hurt if you died. And how your physical sacrifices would be worthless if she was hurt emotionally by your death.
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pick of the patch
Kiss #16 - One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person
Suptober Day 1: Harvest
50 types of kisses collection. Also posted on ao3.
Word Count: 978 words, continued under the read more
“Dean. Dean! Look at these ones,” Cas said with a bright laugh, fingers wrapping around Dean’s wrist as he tugged them through the bales of hay towards another pile of pumpkins; these ones taller and brighter orange than the last ones they’d just seen in the middle of the pumpkin patch. “We need a variation of shapes, don’t you think?”
Truth be told, they’d already amassed 20 pumpkins for their Halloween get-together they were hosting, which apparently wasn’t enough for Cas; not when they’d invited Sam and Eileen and Jack, Jody and the girls, along with Garth and Bess and their twins. There were more pumpkins covering Baby’s backseat than Dean had ever thought possible; splashes of yellow, orange, and deeper rich tones of red filling the car to the brim. But Cas couldn’t stop smiling at Dean as they shared a warm cup of apple cider and slowly walked through the winding pumpkin patch. And God, Dean would do anything to see that smile, so here he was, making a pumpkin patch of his own in the backseat of his car.
“Such a good harvest this year. Did you know all these pumpkins are grown locally?” Cas said as he bent down and ran his fingers over a particularly tall pumpkin with a wistful smile. It reminded Dean of their Sunday trips to the farmers market; how Cas was instinctively drawn to the stalls selling homemade honey and jams.
“Yes, Angel, but only because you’ve told me 10 times already,” Dean said, and goddammit, he was far too fond of the way Cas gravitated towards all things nature. It was endearing, as if Cas’ Grace, even after all these years, still hummed at the same frequency as the natural elements around him.
“This one is perfect,” Cas said, scooping the pumpkin into his arms and standing back up, motioning with his free hand to the cider Dean was still holding.
Dean looked down at the cup and then over to the pumpkin in Cas’ arms and he grinned. Taking a step backwards, he held the cup back out of Cas’ grasp. “Don’t you think we’ve got enough pumpkins already? Baby is full to bursting with how many you’ve managed to cram into the backseat. I don’t think we need any more.”
“There’s still room in the trunk,” Cas pointed out with a shrug.
“Put the pumpkin down and you can have the cider.”
Cas shook his head. “Just one more, Dean,” he said, trailing his fingers along the ridges of the fruit. “I really like this one.”
“You like the other 20 currently wedged in my car, too. I agreed to finish walking around the patch if you didn’t pick up anymore,” Dean pointed out, which, to be fair, really had been the agreement. But Dean knew he was already losing the battle. Half because he really would do anything to see Cas happy, and if that meant another pumpkin, then, yeah, Dean was going to buy it. But also half because he could see the shift in Cas’ expression, and now he knew he really didn’t stand a chance.
Cas looked down at the pumpkin with sad eyes, and then looked back up at Dean with a pout on his lips. He glanced up at Dean through his lashes, eyes softening into pools of blue as tilted his head in that adorable expression that made Dean’s knees weak. “Please Dean?”
God. That pout could bring Dean to his knees.
He couldn’t be blamed if he had a thing for feeling that pout pressed against his own mouth.
Stepping closer, Dean carefully leaned over the pumpkin and pressed his lips to Cas’, stealing a kiss. Cas pouted into the kiss for one second, two, three, and then he was smiling, leaning as far into Dean’s embrace as he could with a pumpkin in his arms.
Dean hummed softly, using his free hand to trail a feather light touch over Cas’ jaw as he kissed the pout away. Cas let out a little gasp, pumpkin wobbling in his grasp as he started to reach out to pull Dean closer.
Laughing into the kiss, Dean pulled away for a second, plucking the pumpkin from Cas’ grasp and placing it on the ground at their feet. He’d barely managed to stand back up before Cas’ hands were on his shirt, pulling him back into the kiss.
This time, there wasn’t a pout on Cas’ lips. When their mouths met, they were both pressing their smiles against each other. Cas nipped at his lip before deepening the kiss; arms wrapping around Dean’s neck.
When Dean had initiated the first kiss, he really had meant for it to just be a simple touch to remove the pout from Cas’ mouth. But now Cas was pressed against him, and between the sweet apple taste on Cas’ tongue mixed with the warm scent of pumpkin in the air, Dean swore his knees were going to give out. Wrapping his arms around Cas’ lower back, Dean leaned further into the kiss until his fingertips snuck under the hem of Cas’ shirt and he trailed a touch along Cas’ spine.
Cas hummed in pleasure, the sound tingling along Dean’s lips as they kissed. God, Dean would give Cas the whole world if it meant he could sneak in kisses like this. When he finally broke the kiss, he tipped their heads until their foreheads were pressed together.
“Is that a yes then? To the pumpkin?” Cas whispered, the words ghosting against Dean’s mouth.
Chasing Cas into another kiss was easy. Giving Cas whatever he wanted was even easier. “Yes,” Dean said into the kiss.
Yes to the pumpkin. Yes to Cas’ lips on his. Yes to spending the rest of their lives going to pumpkin patches and stealing kisses whenever they wanted just because they could.
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