#I should have to pare it down further but that's not happening. enjoy!

[daenysthedreamersblog]

SECRETS OF US - I

i knew it, i know you

it all changed for me and i told you

you had the wrong idea about me

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summary: you needed the fine arts credit to fill your schedule and finish out your junior year at university, but so did your sworn enemy coriolanus snow because of course he did.

warnings: swearing

paring: modern!coriolanus snow x reader

notes: omg so happy to have this out!! this story has been so fun to write!! i hope u enjoy!! it took me way too long to write this whole story out but its finally ready to have someone else enjoy it (hopefully)

You're staring forward with a blank expression on your face as your mother rambles into your ear through the phone. You chew your cuticle to avoid sighing or groaning at her, letting her into the obvious feelings of annoyance of the subject of her conversation; your father, your career, your school.

"Yes. Yes, Mom I know." You scoop up the iced coffee into your hands and make for the door. You shift your bag around shoving the phone further into shoulder as your other one pushed the door open. "I'll come visit for the holidays I promise." You lie turning around the glass door and smacking into a solid wall. Your coffee smashes to the floor and all over your feet, "I am so-Oh it's you." You glance down as your destroyed beverage, "I have to go." You hang up mid questions.

He glares at you, "Do you ever watch where you're going?"

"Do you?" You shove back inside to grab napkins to clean the coffee off of your ankles. You grab your now empty cup and toss it into the trash along with the wet napkins before pushing past him down the street. You don't even try to go and reorder too annoyed and needing distance from him of all people. "You owe me $6 for that coffee you made me spill."

"I made you spill." He catches up to you matching your stride easily with his long legs and you feel more annoyance settle into your stomach. "You ran into me!"

You don't even look over at him as you cross the street. "You should have held the door open for me like a gentleman."

He snorts, "You've known me our whole lives...when have I ever been a gentleman?"

"Maybe you could start." You take a left to head down another block your campus coming into sight. It had been three years since you had seen him, three peaceful years of never having to look at his aggravating face besides a rare sighting in the library, but what should have been a docile dislike still burned in a raging blaze of fury. You searched for maturity, for a sophisticated phrase to send him off, but he brought out the worst in you. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? Schemes to plot in an evil lair?"

"I actually am heading to class this way too." He chuckles. "Has anyone ever told you you are a ray of sunshine?"

You smile sarcastically, "I would be a lot nicer if I had my coffee."

"So dramatic." He shakes his head laughing at you. You stop, looking at his grinning face. Three years and time had treated him well which only infuriates you more. He was taller somehow, his hair shorter and trained straight instead of those adolescent curls you begrudgingly despised. There was slight bags under his eyes no doubt from the start of the semester changing his sleep habits because you were the same, even more reason to be upset over spilled coffee. He looked good, and it made you hate him even more.

You decide not to respond, but pick up your own pace to put distance between you and your sworn enemy, but he kept following. You knew he had classes in this building since you had the same classes given he decided to pick the same major as you, but when you take a right down the stairs you believe he's simply following you. "You're being creepy."

He points ahead of you, "I have class this way too... like I told you." Your stomach drops. No, no, no this can't be happening. You reel on him eyes narrowed in anger watching his smug face slowly drop in realization as well. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I needed the fine art credit."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "So did I."

You slap you hands against your legs in exasperation because of course you had the same curriculum with the same required credits. "You simply always need to copy me."

"Could say the same about you." He pushes past you and into the classroom ahead. It wasn't just a classroom, it was a theater. You had chosen this for the credit on your transcript because it was different than anything else you have done, you had a chance to prove yourself in something new, be the main lead if you wanted; gain attention, notoriety, and an ever growing boost to your resume. You chose it because you knew you would excel and exceed where others could not simply based on who you were and how you treated everything academically in your life.

Okay maybe you also figured it would be a fairly easy pass.

And so had you old Academy rival Coriolanus Snow.

It wasn't horrible. He mostly sat on the opposite end of the room as you and you barely had to interact with each other those first few classes. It had consisted of generic information, a slow introduction to the world of pretending, nothing too intense that you knew was surely coming.

You had the same major, political science with a minor in business, but you had had freedom structuring when you took certain subjects, carefully crafting something that never put him a few desk away from you again, thankfully you both never had crossing seminars...besides this one.

You and Coriolanus Snow had a long history together. You had grown up together, not closely, and not anything of note, enough to be aware of each other, but this growing animosity didn't take root truly until you both attended Academy together. You can't always picture how it started in the depths of your mind, but it had been there for some reason. You see snippets of niceties but that always seemed like delusional daydreams of a world that never existed, never could exist. You had both wanted to be top of the class, always fighting for the number one position, teacher's favoritism, student body president, valedictorian... It gnawed at both of you eating away at any form of camaraderie to the point anyone who knew you, knew you hated each other.

You glared over at him as he wrote things down in his notebook. You knew he would be attending University with you, you wished he had been dumb enough to not be accepted, but nope he was here, sitting a few seats away from you again. And of course the asshole had to be gunning for you here just the same.

"Alright my lovely students." Mr. Flickerman clapped his hands. "Now that were a couple classes in I want to go over our huge project for the year." You sat up straight, this was your moment. "I have written a play that we will be performing, and I'll be holding auditions next week for different parts." He smiled glancing around the room, "The final show won't be until the end of the spring semester, and as we go through it we'll be going over different techniques of line delivery and stage directions and play writes...you get the point. Once we're done you won't be able to view a show without analyzing it."

The class flatly laughs.

You smile after he dismisses you heading down to the sign up sheet quickly. You wanted the lead, you needed the lead. You wanted him to be so impressed he makes a reporter come down here to add you to the paper. Okay that was silly. Mostly you wanted your father to come watch and maybe see your more than just his pawn, that maybe there was more to you than his perfect molding. You wanted Coriolanus to be some boring side part with no lines that no one would ever pay attention to. You scribble you name down on the part you want and take the script copies home to practice and then you're heading back home to your apartment with that ever growing fire under you.

You lose yourself in preparing for it you barely hear your phone ring until it goes off for the second time. "Tell me you're getting dick and that's why you're not answering."

"I wish Clem." You run your hand over your face. "No I'm studying up for something."

She groans, "You're so boring, come out with us tonight there's a new place in town that has really good espresso martinis."

"I can't." You sigh. "Maybe once I land this part."

"Wait." She chuckles. "Part? Is this for that theater class you wanted to take or does daddy have you off doing side quests again?"

You actually laugh as you set the script aside, "It's for a class, for a credit I need." You trace the words absentmindedly. "I figured it would be different...fun. Nice break between all the other boring shit I'm doing." You stare down at the lines of your future male counterpart, "You'll never guess who-!"

"Are you and Coriolanus Snow in the same fucking class...again?" She sounds shocked as if the possibility of running into him had always been small despite the agitation around it every coming semester.

You flop back onto the couch, "Yes ugh he's obsessed with ruining my life."

"Surprised the building hasn't combusted from your two inflated egos." Clemensia jokes.

"His is bigger than mine."

She laughs even louder. "I'm sure it is darling. Well, I got to run, our car is here but you'll have to tell me how it all goes next weekend over these martinis if they're actually any good."

"It's a date." You smile as the line cuts off plunging you into silence. You shove the script away and stand up going to your fridge grabbing out the bottle of wine and opening it to pour yourself a large glass. You sit back down on the couch, curling your feet under yourself as you scroll through social media.

You find yourself on his page seeing his stupid pictures with his stupid face doing stupid things as you sip on your wine. It wasn't fair that someone so annoying was so good looking, it also wasn't fair that he was aging like fine wine. You chuckle into your own wine. You keep scrolling and scrolling through his pictures more of your wine disappearing before you neared when he was back in Academy with you. You pause on one of him with a group of the other boys. He looked so young, with his longer blonde curling hair, and a little grin on his lips before the cruel world could steal the light from his eyes. You're trying to zoom in when your phone slightly slips the red heart appearing on your screen.

"Oh no." You quickly unlike the photo. "Shit, shit, shit." You close the app throwing your phone across the couch. Maybe he wouldn't see it. You drain your wine, your nerves buzzing.

Your phone vibrates.

"Are you stalking me?"

It spreads out across your bright screen that sends adrenaline coursing through your thumping heart. It's a direct message from him.

You stare at it for so long considering all your options. You could lie, say it was your friend, a pet you didn't have, maybe you were babysitting or hacked! You could just tell him you slipped but then he would know you were looking through his old photos.

You could just...never respond.

"I thought I blocked you." Is all you type back. He didn't need an explanation, or your time and beating heart, screw him.

"Clearly not if you're looking through my photos from years ago." He types back too quick, "Reminiscing on the good ole' days?"

You tap your fingers on the side of your phone, "You did look so innocent back then, how deceiving." You're on your feet going to the fridge for more wine to avoid the three little bubbles going off while he typed back.

"What are you doing right now besides looking at pictures of me?"

"What?"

"Can you read?"

"Yes, but why do you care."

"Call it boredom..."

"Drinking."

"What are you drinking?"

"The blood of my enemies."

He doesn't respond for a while, so long you think this little game is finished. But then your phone goes off again bringing a blush to your cheeks as you read his message, "You wish."

You never type back, you turn your phone off and go to bed.

You avoid messaging him again the rest of the weekend heading to class with your head down. You blames the alcohol for even letting you give him the time of day. You take your seat in your normal spot grabbing out your notebook as a coffee slides across your desk. You follow the hand holding it until you're staring into his blue eyes. "Figured it's better than the blood of your enemies." He says finally taking his hand off of it you glance at his name scribed out on the cup by the barista then back to him, "And I owed you one from last time." You scowl at him, "It's not poisoned."

You narrow your eyes at him venom dripping from your ever present emotional fangs, "Just because we had a little DM session doesn't mean we're friends."

He rolls his eyes, "Can't you just accept one act of kindness and move on."

"I don't trust your kindness." You cross your arms, "It's manipulative."

"At least I can fake kindness, you don't have a nice bone in your body."

You smirk, "Only to people I don't like."

He glares at you, "Then block me." He storms off.

"I did already!" You lie watching his back as he makes his way to the other side of the room. You trace the letters of his name.

You get the lead...obviously. The play was an original romantic tragedy that Flickerman had constructed, you were surprised by his lighthearted nature he was able to produce something so solemn, something that encompassed what you had always longed for within romantic entertainment; yearning and passion; everything your life lacked. It didn't matter as long as you did well with what you were given, and you would. You had to.

Clemensia had kept true to her word by taking you out for celebratory drinks, and as your drinks clink with your friends you can picture the applause you will receive after the performance, the smug smile on your face as Coriolanus lurks in the shadow of anonymity. "You always were into the dramatics." Arachne Crane watches you over the rim of her drink.

"Well now I can put that trait to good use." You laugh taking a drink.

"How romantic is it?" Clem ask with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

You shrug, "Nothing crazy just some kissing scenes."

Arachne swirls her drink, "Do you know your scene partner? Is he at least cute?"

You racked your brain trying to imagine the rest of the class, for some reason the only 'cute' person that showed up in your imagination was Coriolanus, and that didn't seem accurate because he wasn't cute, he was annoying. "No idea Arch." You sigh, eyes wandering out into the dim restaurant, but your phone vibrates in your purse.

You glance at your friends who are engrossed in their side conversation before tugging your phone gently out of your purse. You chew on the side of your finger smirking down at your phone reading the name pinging on your screen.

Then its being ripped out of your hands, "Who has you smiling-Coriolanus Snow!" Arachne's eyes widened in shock, "'I thought you blocked me.' That isn't even clever and why don't you have him blocked?"

"Yes, how did he ever get through those defenses." Clem chuckles. You had never blocked him during your time at the Academy, it had never seemed important at the time, and after the whole direct message debacle you had blocked him...for about a day.

You snatch your phone back, "I must have forgot and he's in the same class as me, probably just wants to ask about a test or something."

"I did. How did you figure out I unblocked you?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, also I'm smart."

"So I'm the cat or are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, kitten."

Your head spins, he's teasing...right? "Then what are you in this story?"

"Whatever you want me to be."

"Are you flirting with me Coriolanus Snow?"

"Do you want me to flirt with you...kitten?"

You know your face is flushed, why did he text you when you had been drinking and can't think straight. Why was he even talking to you? He wasn't flirting with you, he hated you and you hated him and that had always been the status quo you both enjoyed. This had to simply be banter to get into your head, to throw you off, he's always been personable, smoozing his way to the top, sarcastically nice towards you; this seemed different. "Gross." You had sent the puking emoji for good measure.

You watch the three bubbles for quite some time, you actually begin to feel bad you were on your phone but it dragged you in for some reason, making it incapable to look away, like a horrible car wreck happening in the palm of your hand.

Until finally his messaged popped up, "Congratulations on getting the part, looking forward to working with you." He had sent a kissing emoji next to it making your heart stop.

"He's my scene partner." You stare up at your friends all joy dripping out of you. "He got the lead part too." Because who else in that room would have been capable if not him.

Arachne nearly spits her drink out while Clemensia burst out laughing. "Oh that is perfect."

"Who knows." Arachne states condescendingly, "Maybe it will bring you two...closer." Which only brings laughter from both of them as you put your head in your hands. This was bad, bad news and you needed to end it before wreckage could ensue.

Once the week starts you go into class earlier than everyone to search out Mr. Flickerman. This had to be some mistake, or game he must be playing at to continue to ruin your life. "Professor." You breath. "I need to talk to you about the play."

He doesn't look up at you as he filters through papers, "What about?"

"Coriolanus can't be my scene partner."

Mr. Flickerman glances up at you. "Why not? I think you two will be wonderful, you both had the best auditions for your respective roles."

You close your eyes trying to phrase it nicely. "We have a long history and-!"

"Romantically?"

You cringe, "Gods no."

"Then what's the issue?"

You sigh. "We don't like each other and I'm worried that will...reflect in our performances."

Mr. Flickerman pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you backing out then?"

"No." You stand up straighter, why would you ever give into him. "He should."

He laughed. "Good luck convincing him of that." But he saw the distressed look on your face and took a deep breath. "Look I suggest perhaps figuring your issues out, maybe this will be a bonding experience!" He nudged you with his shoulder, "Maybe it will heal old wounds."

You know you won't get anywhere, he's too caught up in making his play perfect for reviews and you didn't blame him. You turn around watching Coriolanus striding down the row of desk in all his wicked glory. "This is a new low for you Snow." You seethe at him. "I know you're only doing this to make me back out."

"Did you?" He smirked but for some reason its doesn't have the usual flair behind it.

You held you chin up. "No, and I won't be, but you will."

He leans down, closer to your face. "Is that a threat, kitten?" You feel the blush burning through your cheeks and he laughs at you. It's the first time he uses the pet name outside of your phone and you lose words. "Have fun trying though." He pushes past you towards his seat leaving you grid your teeth in frustration.

He was impossible, he was rude and narcissistic and-and you had to kiss him or else your pride would be in shambles. You wouldn't-couldn't back out or else you'd be viewed as a failure, a quitter.

You would have to kiss Coriolanus Snow.

endnotes: hope u all enjoyed this first chapter i had hopes the first chapter was longer but alas this is where we are at!! hoping you stick along for the ride!!

CHAPTER 2 coming 11/29

[wolves-in-the-world]

Goran Višnjić as Nikola Tesla in Doctor Who 12.4, Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror.

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[1] A still from an episode of Doctor Who, showing Goran as Nikola Tesla in front of Niagara Falls with an audience of men in suits and top hats, only their backs shown to us. Nikola is gesturing towards the waterfall as he speaks. He's a tall, slim man of about fifty in an old-fashioned suit with a tailcoat, pinstriped trousers, a waistcoat and watch-chain. He has a moustache, and brown hair parted in the middle, a few inches long and styled neatly with a bit of a wave.

[2] Goran as Nikola Tesla gesturing towards a device I don't understand well enough to even describe except that it's two corrugated metal cylinders and electricity is arcing between them, blue and dramatic, while he gestures like a magician. His other hand is on a lever, his face obscured by a starburst of blue light.

[3] A close-up of Goran as Nikola Tesla with a lightbulb in the foreground gleaming with warm light. He's looking off-screen and smiling slightly, eyes large and grey-blue, eyebrows raised, creases in his forehead and around his mouth. He's wearing a butterscotch-yellow tie with a wing or tuxedo shirt collar.

[4] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola Tesla bent over a workbench doing something with a tool we only see as a faint gleam of metal. He's bent almost double, intent on his work, a curl of hair falling down above his forehead, his coat gone and his shirt sleeves rucked up to the elbow so that his arms are bare and evidently hairy. The scene's dark, lit only by a candle lamp.

[5] A view of Goran as Nikola Tesla looking at a figure mostly out of view, visible to us only as blonde hair at the side of the screen. Nikola's eyes are a little wide, his mouth slightly open, making him look bewildered, and perhaps wary - I thought of it as his "okay, either you or this situation is bonkers" face. His thumb is just visible at the bottom of the screen, suggesting he's gesturing or fidgeting with his hands.

[6] A view of Goran in a crowded street, no coat, standing almost a head taller than everyone else and gesturing with one hand in a way that signals frustration or defensiveness, his eyes closed, mouth open as he speaks. A few bowler hats are visible around him, and a few of Nikola's companions - Dorothy, a serious-faced woman of thirty or so with tightly curly hair and smart clothing; the Doctor, currently a woman with straight blonde hair looking curiously past Dorothy; and just a glimpse of Yasmin in the background in a flat blue hat.

[7] A side-on view of Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor and Goran as Nikola both paying rapt attention to a glowing green mechanical-looking ball in a dish, with the Doctor pointing her sonic screwdriver at it and Nikola bending down to watch at the opposite side of the desk, hands folded together as if he's fidgeting, intent on her work. The Doctor's in a long light grey coat with a hood, incongruous for the era, and it's clear she'd be a lot shorter than him if he weren't currently courting back pain.

[8] The same scene as before, minutes later - the Doctor only visible as blonde hair in the foreground, Nikola's face transformed like he's realised something wonderful, eyes on the Doctor and leaning forward slightly, or still leaning on the desk. His mouth is open as he talks, his eyes bright, skin creasing faintly at the corners with a real smile.

[9] The same scene as before, seconds later. Goran as Nikola is looking to the side, no longer smiling but serious and thoughtful.

[10] The same scene as before, seconds later. Nikola is looking back at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows in a question at something she said, his forehead creasing, his expression perhaps a little doubtful.

[11] A close-up of Goran as Nikola in a room with warmer and dimmer lighting, his hair coming loose a bit as short curls on his forehead, frowning as he talks to someone off-screen. The angle exaggerates his nose, emphasises the lines around his mouth.

[12] A different view of the scene, zoomed out. Nikola is bent over a worktable beside Yasmin, a young woman with curled hair and a smart navy-blue jacket, and they're looking at each other as though discussing a problem, Nikola folding or rubbing his hands together. The desk of a mess of wires and oddments, lit bulbs in metal cages and what might be the odd green ball from earlier.

[13] Nikola and Yasmin in a very different location, dimly lit, with strange red lights in the background and a green light over their faces. (They're on an alien spaceship.) Yasmin is looking down at the floor like she's stunned, mouth open, and Nikola is holding her arm like he's just pulled her back, but his eyes are on something or someone else we can't see. His eyes are wide, his expression startled and openly afraid.

[14] Nikola and Yasmin still on the spaceship, blurry machinery behind them, but Nikola is almost level with Yasmin now and they're standing close, both looking at a third party off-screen. Yasmin's expression is one of distaste and a little anger, and Nikola's eyebrows are drawn down, expression somewhere between bewildered and worried.

[15] A different scene, different lighting - deep blue in the background, warm light on Nikola's face. It's an odd angle, his head ducked as though looking at something, his expression serious.

[16] A different scene, perhaps daytime with electric lighting, Nikola in conversation with someone off-screen who's clearly shorter than him. His hair's a little disarrayed, eyebrows raised and forehead creased, but there's something of a smile to his eyes and his mouth that gentles it.

[17] The same scene, seconds later, slightly zoomed in. Nikola's eyebrows are lower, forehead still creased and eyes a little scrunched, like he doesn't understand yet what the other person means. There's something tender about it still.

[18] A different room, darker, Nikola grinning while the Doctor is mostly off-screen, just a little of her hair visible, except she's raising a hand for a high-five that he isn't reciprocating. Creases are splayed out from his eyes, deep ones around his mouth, his nose sharp from this angle.

[19] A different view of the high-five moment, focusing on the Doctor as she realises he doesn't know to reciprocate - the high-five wasn't invented yet - and starts to lower her hand. Her mouth is wide open, teeth showing, somewhere between a grin and talking, and her body language is open exuberance. The creases around Nikola's eyes are still very visible from this angle, though most of his face isn't.

[20] A view of Goran as Nikola with his eyes closed as if he's blocking something out, and a look of forbearance and faint frustration on his face.

[21] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola, a shorter man in the background and the TARDIS behind them both, its windows glowing white. Nikola's expression is determined and a little grim, more hair curling messily against his forehead.

[22] A view of Goran as Nikola outside, trees in the background, a blurry blue-white sky and what might be yellowish grass. He's wearing old-fashioned aviator goggles on his forehead, where they're pushing his hair up so it's even messier, and he's looking down at something with a troubled expression.

[23] A view of the Doctor and Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS, the scene awash in electric blue and peach-pink, and no other lighting. The Doctor's leant over the TARDIS controls doing something there and looking back at Nikola, who has picked up some sort of contraption and is looking down at it, expression either troubled or focused. The light on his face is blue, throwing his features into sharp and unflattering relief.

[24] A view of Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS still, the lighting blue, the angle of his shoulders suggesting his hands are on his hips, and his expression now one of open joy. His eyes are large, his mouth open and smiling slightly, soft creases on either side.

[25] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, looking with his head tilted at someone in the foreground - barely visible, except for the bowler hat. Nikola's expression is tolerant, a restrained smile with narrow eyes, and his hands are probably clasped behind his back.

[26] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, now talking to the Doctor, only the back of her head visible. Nikola's in the same pose as before, hands behind his back, only leaning slightly towards her now, his expression warm as he talks to her. The creases around his eyes are back, and it's another angle that emphasises his nose.

[27] The same view as before, only now Nikola's ducked his head, almost like he's shy, or needs a moment to collect himself. The creases have gone from his eyes, but the smile's still there at his mouth.

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[wwooyology]

you are such a great writer omg… could you do something along the lines of meeting jays parents for the first time and at dinner jay and the reader get handsey and desperate and jay has to do something about it….

「notes」 : anony first off thank you <33 second this ask had me drooling the whole entire time i was writing it, so i hope you enjoy!!

Hands Off, Hands On | P.JS

「paring」 : bf!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.4k

「synopsis」 : it was the first time that you were meeting jay's parents and at a fancy restaurant at that, however, neither you nor jay could seem to keep your hands to themselves.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : making out, choking, mirror sex, public sex, teasing, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex (no ma'am), petnames (babe, baby, princess, good girl...), praising, lmk if I missed anything!

The dinner conversation that was happening around you was cheerful and full of happiness. However, you couldn't pay any attention to it, seeing as your boyfriend's hand trailed the length of your bare thigh. Squeezing the plump flesh every so often and his fingers wandering a little too dangerously close to your clothed core. Every time you thought that he was finally going to touch you, he would move back down to just right above your knee.

You smiled sweetly at Jay's mother when she asked how you liked the food. You told her that it was very new to you, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. However, your hand that was gripping the side of your chair, trying to stabilize yourself, released its vice grip before reaching over to your boyfriend's lap. 

Jay nearly choked on his water when he felt your small hand palming his growing erection. You sat there with your hand over your mouth to conceal the smirk you had plastered over your lips. Moving your wandering hand to pat his back gently, cooing at him to be more careful. He gave you a pointed glare before harshly squeezing your thigh, making your body jolt, and a gasp fell from your covered lips.

“Are you alright, y/n dear?” Jay’s mother asked, concern filling her eyes at your sudden movement. Now it was Jay’s turn to stifle a smirk as you tried to cover up by saying it was just the hiccups.

Your hand then found his crotch once more, grabbing his dick through his dress slacks. He bit back a groan at the sudden feeling before moving his hand further up your thigh, pressing a firm finger to your clit, and watching as your jaw clenched.

This little game of both of yours seemed to have gone on for ages when, in reality, it had only been about ten minutes. Jay was fully hard in his pants to the point that it was almost painful while you had soaked entirely through your underwear, sure that some of it had dripped onto the expensive chair you were sitting on.

Jay’s parents sat across from the two of you, blissfully unaware of what shenanigans the two of you were up to. You should have been embarrassed by what was happening; it was your first time meeting them, after all, but the lust had already consumed you far before you even stepped foot into this fancy five-star restaurant. 

You blamed it on the little red dress you were wearing that Jay had bought for you. The moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing it, your boyfriend had his hands all over you, leaving your body hot under his touch. His kisses on your neck left you wanting more, but you were rudely cut short when his mother called asking when you two were heading to the restaurant. The same little red dress that Jay so badly wanted to rip off of your body and bend you over the nearest surface to fuck you stupid, not caring who could see. But he knew he needed to have a little patience because he knew the moment the two of you got home, you’d be begging him to bury his cock deep inside your dripping cunt.

The feeling of your pretty, manicured fingers stroking his dick through his pants damn near made him cum then and there. That was the last straw; he didn't want to look like some loser who comes in their slacks because of their girlfriend's touch; no, if he was going to cum, then it was going to be into your weeping pussy, pumping his load so deep into your womb.

Jay quickly tugged your hand away from his lap as he felt his high creeping up way too quick, surprising you. He, however, didn’t spare you a glance as he smiled adoringly at his parents.

“I just remembered, y/n brought a gift for you guys, but we left it in the car.” His words came out quickly, almost incoherent, but the older couple seemed to understand, “We’re gonna go grab it and be right back.”

You looked over at your boyfriend, eyebrows scrunched together, confused, “But babe, I didn’t bring any-” You were then cut off when your breath hitched in your throat as Jay harshly pressed down on your clit with his thumb. Quickly picking up on what he was trying to do, your ears started to burn red. Your eyes shifted to meet his parents, “I did bring something. I hope you guys like it.” A slight pout adorned your face, causing Jay’s mother to coo at you, telling you that she was sure that they’d love anything you brought.

Jay pulled his hand away from your needy core, causing you to bite back a whine before he stood from the table, quickly adjusting his pants. Once his chair was pushed in, he walked over to you, holding a hand out. You grabbed it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Your grip on Jay’s hand tightened as your legs felt wobbly, not missing the smirk that tugged on the corner of his lips.

You punched his side softly as he told his parents once again that you guys would be right back before tugging you toward the front entrance. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend’s game plan was, but as you neared the exit, you were sure he was really dragging you to the car. The thought worried you a little bit. It’s not like the two of you haven’t done it in the car before, but you were in a more secluded area, not surrounded by so many people at that time.

However, just as you made it to the entrance, Jay looked over his shoulder to make sure his parents weren’t paying any attention before dragging you off in the direction of the bathrooms. He quickly opened the door before pushing you inside, and he followed shortly after. When he had the door locked, he turned around to face you, his fingers quickly finding your neck, encasing your soft flesh, and pulling you towards him.

“God, you are such a fucking tease.” Jay groaned against your lips, causing you to whine out, saying that he started it. 

Then his lips were on yours, kissing you with a bruising force, knocking all of the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless. Jay pushed your body backward until your lower back hit the edge of the countertop. Neither of your hands left the other's body, fingers gripping and pulling at fabric, desperate to feel skin on skin.

“Jay…” You whined out as his lips trailed down your jaw before finding that one spot on your neck that made your knees weak. His hand then moved down to cup your soaping heat, causing a choked moan to leave your lips.

“Gotta be quiet, princess. We can’t have anyone find us now, can we?” Jay cooed in your ear, and you bit your lip, nodding.

Your hands then went to his belt, and you fumbled to undo it. As soon as the button was unfastened, you were ready to drop to your knees, but Jay was quick to stop you. 

“As much as I would love to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around me, we don’t have the time.” He mumbled against your cheek before pressing a searing kiss to your lips; he pulled away with a groan as your hand wrapped around his cock. “Turn around.” 

You didn’t think twice before following his instructions and turning, only to feel your face grow warm when you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, your cheeks a shade that resembled a strawberry, and your lips were swollen. Jay smirked as your eyes then trailed up to meet his in the mirror.

Before you could even utter a word, Jay wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pushing the front of your body against the countertop. A whimper fell from your lips when he pressed his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your weeping core.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm, and I’m not even in you yet.” He groaned in your ear, his chest laying against your back.

“Jay, please.” You choked out, wiggling your hips, desperate to feel him buried in you. Jay’s other hand found purchase on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress.

“Please, what, princess?” He chuckled as he bunched up your dress up over your hips, his eyes falling on the black lace panties that were sticking to your pussy, outlining everything. A groan fell from his lips at the sight, his fingers grazing over your clothed slit, causing your hips to buck and a whine to escape your mouth.

“Fuck me already, Jjong, please.” The nickname falling from your swollen lips made his dick twitch.

Jay’s lip was pulled between his lips as he rid himself of his slacks and underwear, letting his rock-hard dick spring free. Your eyes watched him through the mirror, your mouth watering at the sight of his angry red tip. Catching your gaze, he wrapped his hand around his base, pumping himself a few times, causing you to whine, your core throbbing.

Sensing your impatience, he removed his hand from himself before grabbing your panties and pulling them to the side. His thumb pressed against your slick entrance, watching as your juices pooled out.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did I really make you this needy?” He asked with a smug smirk, knowing damn well that he did. You let out a breathy moan as he pushed his thumb into your hole, but he was quick to pull it out.

You were about to let out another whine when you felt the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. A choked moan tore through your lips when he bottoms out completely, your mind going fuzzy as he starts moving at a harsh pace, leaving no time for you to adjust.

“J-Jay- fuck!” His name fell from your lips as he continued to piston his hips into yours at a mind-numbing pace. Jay chuckled as you clasped a hand over your mouth to conceal the moans that were slipping past your lips.

Jay watched your eyes roll back as he positioned his hips until his tip brushed over your sweet spot, a sweet moan muffled by your fingers. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with the way you were clenching around him crazily.

“Jay, I’m close.” You whined, feeling the knot in your lower gut starting to tighten.

Jay moved his hand from the back of your neck to the front, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest. The new angle had stars clouding your vision, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your sweet moans flooded right into his ears until you were squeezing his cock so deliciously. 

“Fuck, look how beautiful you are taking my cock like a good girl.” His voice was low and raspy as you lifted your head to look in the mirror. Your walls contracted around him as your eyes fell to where the two of you were connected, watching as his dick slid in and out of you with ease.

Your body twitches when his fingers start rubbing sharp circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. Choked moans leave your lips; Jay’s hand wraps around your neck and squeezes slightly, keeping your noises from getting too loud.

“Cum for me, princess.” He peppered kisses along your jaw as your vision clouded over when your orgasm washed over your body, making your ears ring and knees weak. A groan tore through his lips as your pussy tightened around him like a vice, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled deep inside your womb, painting your gummy walls white. His hips moved slowly against yours, riding out both of your highs until he came to a complete stop, allowing the two of you to catch your breath.

Jay mumbled soft praises in your ear as his hand moved from your neck to rest right under your breasts, holding you close. After a few moments, you muttered something about his parents waiting, causing him to chuckle. He pulled out of your carefully, listening to the soft whimpers that would fall from your lips. Once he pulled out completely, he moved your underwear back in place, allowing the fabric to absorb the mixture of your cum.

He then moved away a bit, letting you fix your dress while he pulled his underwear and slacks back up, making sure he was still presentable. 

“What about this so-called gift I got for your parents?” You teased as you turned to fix his collar, looking up to meet his eyes. He smirked as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer to his before leaning down to your ear.

“We could always go home and return in a few weeks to surprise them with a grandchild.” Jay couldn’t help but laugh when he pulled away to see your flushed face; your eyes were blown wide at his words. They made your body feel warm and tingly, taking everything in you not to pull him back down to connect your lips.

Instead, you pinched his side with a pout, “You’re not funny, Jay, plus I just met them tonight.”

“Who says I’m joking, baby?” His voice left an open promise as he leaned his forehead against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your hands rested on his chest. The thought of you walking around with a round, swollen belly, carrying his child, made his dick twitch again.

“Come on, we’ve left them waiting long enough.” Your meek voice broke the silence, Jay moved away only to grab your hand, and you both left the bathroom.

When you got back to the table, you were quick to come up with a reasonable excuse that you and Jay had searched the car front to back but couldn’t find the gift, promising to give it to them the next time you’re able to meet. Jay’s mother just beamed hearing that you wanted to see them again and told you that your presence in their son's life, as well as theirs, was worth more than any gift.

Seeing you with his parents, Jay knew he was locked in with you, not that he really minded. Then he remembered his words in the bathroom moments ago, his body growing tense with need once more. He just couldn’t wait to go home and pump you so full of his cum until he was sure that you were carrying his child.

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𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 💸☠️

Paring: Jake x male!reader

Genre: nsfw

Cw: Heavy smut +18, mirror & rough sex, cum inside, dirty talk, unprotected sex—

Summary: You thought he didn't love you, until when he got back home one day.

Non-proofread :')

Read at your own risk!

Mind my eng & grams, couldn't find perfect words.

You are a regular guy who is suddenly married to a rich and handsome man named Jake, set up by your parents, without your consent. You are shocked and upset about the situation, but your parents explain that they are getting older and cannot continue to care for you, just like old fashioned trend as usual, so they arranged this marriage for you. You move into a huge mansion with Jake.

Soon enough you discover that He is a cold and distant man who does not show any affection towards you and keeps his distance. You have been together for a year, but nothing has changed.

The honeymoon was dry and you sleep in different beds and barely interact with each other. He did gives you many gifts, but never gives them to you directly.

One day, you decide that you've had enough and plan a surprise for him.

"We should file a divorce!" You said, both arms folding on your chest.

Jake's remove his glasses before rubbing his eyes out of tiredness before standing up on the couch, shooting you with his dark expression, stand tall towering over you.

"I brought you with my money, a lot! If you looking for a divorce, that won't be happening" He responds with a scoff He then reveals that he was not being forced into the marriage and that all his actions have been deliberate.

Your world stopped moving, unable to tell if you want to angry or cry about it.

And little did you know, He plans to "prove" why they are married tonight.

"You'll know by tonight, if i love you or Not"

Flop!

You were thrown out on the king size bed. The next thing you discover was, jake began to remove his shirt off.

"W-what are you doing ?" Gulping down, You know damn well what he was about to do, and you know it too you won't be able to escape this heat Moment.

"Prove you my love, sweetheart! just like what you asked for" his shirt was thrown on the floor, walking to you slowy with his thirsty gaze.

You slowy take steps back, using your hands until your back hit the bed's headboard. Taking a deep breath, accept your fate.

As he slammed on, his lip pressed against yours. His hand is on the back of your nape, forcing you to open your mouth to explore your sweet inside, with his tongue. You let him in, couldn't fight back this emotion, & decide to give up.

You return back his gesture, wrapped your hand around his neck, roaming his back shamelessly while he's exploring your mouth.

The arouse hungering is driving both of you insane. He pull his tongue out, moving his palm before ripped your clothes off, revealed your smooth skin. Which make him even more horny.

As your upper body being exposed, he continues to slide your pants off along with your boxer too. Soon later, your hardness is now standing tall, look so adorable with the pink ash tip that he want nothing but to ruin you.

Feeling confused moreover you determined to let him be, isn't this what you asked for, to prove his love.

Without further do, He stripped down, revealing his naked form. His throbbing bouncing on his abdomen, the cursive cock is twitching, with an uncut leaking pre-cum, piercing at you.

He look down at his painful crotch, as he smirked with an amusement.

He crawled back onto the bed, pulling you out and leading you towards the closet, Before pinned you Infront of the clear mirror, forcing a gentle-yet-harsh headlock on you.

"I'm gonna make you screams my name tonight sweetheart! Whether you like it or not, this is what you've asked for"

Giving you no time to react, he position himself in a swiftly motion. He let out a low grunt, feeling the tightness of your body gripping his hard cock. Enjoyed it, he pounding into you without no mercy, bury his head inside the crooked of your neck, leaving a slight hickey on it. Plus The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass turned you on even more.

You throw your head to the back and squeaking, feeling more greater than you're touching yourself. Not to mention that you've been wishing to have this hot moment, to discover how it feel like. For now your wish had come true, this sensation driving you nut, low-key make you addicted.

"Fuck! your little tight hole clenching my cock so tight aghh" His deep voice, send goosebumps to your spine, but you didn't care about it all you want was HIM inside YOU.

"Nghaha you see that? That bastard behind you in that reflection was your god damn husband! Fucking you behind-oh i forgot to tell you, I'm the type of person who like their own belonging, I don't fuck a random hole unless it was mine" His breath become more vibrant as he continue to move his hip in and out. Meanwhile you were so sensitive, that you were squirming. Biting your lip on the edge of bleeding, you don't wanna stop this shit because it's feel hella good.

Jake grows tired of the view in front of him. He then leads you to the large, visible window in the bedroom, where everyone can see through.

"Being mine is not enough, i want everyone to see that i FUCK you"

"N...No jake"

???

The next thing you know, one of your leg are being lifted up by him, position himself in again, thrusting his cock inside you, even harder than before.

The air inside of you turns into a hitch & pantings like you're just had a nightmare. The orgasms inside your dick began to built it way to be release.

And so is Jake too, roughly fuck you like there's no tomorrow. Both of your visions slurred, the world is started to spinning, unable to say anything beside moaning in ecstasy together.

"Ahh mmm Nghh"

"I- i feel it coming Jake i want to cum" Once you said that, didn't make it any better. Jake's hand are now jerking on your dick, giving you a hard time to hold it.

"Screams my name Sweetheart,say it that i love you" his stroke become rapidly.

"Y-you love m-me jake....aghh YOU LOVE ME RIGHT?" Finally you're cumming before him, soaking all your wet orgasms on his hand.

With one last crushed,his abdomen pressed against tight within your skin, filling your hole with all his cums.

Catching his breath like he was just sprint before open his mouth to say:

"I fucking love you remember that, if i heard about the divorce again, you won't be able to feel your legs for a month, got it babe?"

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hit the bricks

surprise PWP drop lol. this is sort of a deleted scene from Not Your Sweetheart. this is not a scenario that will end up in the NYS so you get to have it here in bite-size instead. enjoy!

Rating: E Paring: Astarion/Ori (f!Tav) Word Count: 1.6k Content: 18+, established relationship, semi-public sex, quickie, wall sex, Ori being a bit of a power bottom

Link to AO3

This stakeout is horrifically boring and likely entirely pointless.

Astarion leans with his back against one side of a narrow alley, arms folded. Ori faces the opposite wall, peeking her head around the corner every now and again to try and spot their quarry.

He sighs.

She continues to look.

“This stakeout is horrifically boring,” he voices aloud. “And likely entirely pointless.”

From further down the alleyway, Elias chimes in. “We’d feel real stupid if they managed to sneak by us, though, wouldn’t we?”

Astarion rolls his eyes as hard as he possibly can and glares at them. They smirk at him, knowing full well where his annoyance comes from. He’s certain of it. When he’d volunteered to pair with Ori for this reconnaissance mission, he hadn’t expected a third wheel. But Gale had insisted that they keep an open method of communication just in case, and, well. Elias is as convenient as it gets, considering they can move from group to group through the Ethereal Plane in seconds.

Whether or not they prefer to be used as de facto communication is yet to be determined.

It’s a bother. He maintains his irritated expression as he goes back to staring at Ori’s arse as she wriggles it back and forth between glances out of the alley. She might be doing it on purpose. The breeches she’s chosen to wear this evening are quite form-fitting.

His brow smooths and his eyes go lidded as he lets himself fall into fantasy, picturing her just like this, but all soft skin, warm and gray beneath his touch as he runs his fingers down the length of her spine. He hasn’t taken her from behind yet. All in good time.

Astarion slow blinks and flicks his tongue over his bottom lip.

Now could be a good time.

He’s brought abruptly back to reality as arousal rises in him, sending a rush of heat between his legs. He huffs and shifts position, straightening one leg with a grimace. Fantastic. Now he’s grouchy again.

Their corner of the square remains unpopulated. At this time of evening in this part of town, passerby are few and far between. He scans the space sullenly for a moment before his eyes are drawn back to Ori. She stands straight, still facing the wall, and puts her arms over her head in a long, arching stretch.

Astarion tucks his chin. That’s definitely on purpose.

“Elias,” Astarion says. “I think perhaps you should go check in on the other team.”

“What for?” they say distractedly, their eyes currently tracking a stray cat at the far end. “Nothing’s happening.”

“Something’s about to,” he says lowly. Then he pushes off the wall and closes the space between his body and Ori’s, pinning her up against the bricks on the opposite wall. She squeaks in surprise.

“Oh, for fuck’s-” is all they hear before Elias’ voice cuts itself off as they vanish.

Ori’s laughing, now. She turns her head to one side and puts her palms against the wall in front of her, pushing gently back against Astarion. He puts his mouth to the side of her neck, running his tongue over her pulse point and punctuating it with a kiss.

“What was that about?” she teases, even as she shivers and shuts her eyes.

“I needed to ask you something.” He places another kiss to her neck, this time closer to her ear.

“Mm. And what’s that?” She stretches her head to one side to give him more access.

Astarion puts his lips to her ear and whispers, “How wet are you?”

She gives a quiet giggle, her mouth stretching in a playful smile as she cracks her eyes to look at him.

“Wet enough,” she whispers back.

That’s all the go-ahead he needs before his hands are at the front of her trousers, undoing her fastenings quicker than she’d be able to herself. As soon as he’s able, he dips a hand down her front and into her smallclothes.

His fingers find her slick and he huffs out a breath, dropping his open mouth to the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. He slides his fingers against her and she gives a controlled moan when he finds the swell of her.

“You’re always so ready for me,” Astarion groans into her skin. “It drives me mad.”

Ori hiccups and responds, “If you knew how good it is to take your cock, you’d be walking around wet all the time, too. But we’re supposed to be, ah, keeping a lookout. Someone could… mmm… catch us with our literal pants down.”

They’re not exactly in public, but they’re not exactly not in public, either. Being quiet may not be an option. Does he care?

Not at the moment.

Astarion stops teasing her clit long enough to push her clothing down past her hips. As he goes to deal with his own ties, he breathes, “Then they’ll get a show, because you know anyone about to stumble on this would have no choice but to watch.”

She answers with a quiet growl and play-bites at him.

“Ah, ah,” he says as he pulls himself free of his trousers. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Disappointing,” she teases.

He presses his hard cock between her legs, causing her to gasp and arch as he draws himself along her slick cunt and grazes her clit. Her thighs are trapped tight together from her breeches, coating him in her wet as he grinds.

“I said quick,” he says, hiding the shake in his voice with a laugh. “I didn’t say disappointing.”

The head of his cock finds her willing entrance and he pushes inside, the slide smooth, but oh, he didn’t think that through, that’s very-

Ori clocks the way he tries to quiet the moan that spills from him as he enters her. She clocks it even as she leans her head onto his shoulder, arching her back as hard as she can with him pressing her to the wall. The glide and stretch are perfect. She can feel him everywhere.

But he’s not moving.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” she says, voice shivering.

Astarion has been clenching his jaw. She can feel him loosen it as he says, “You are so t-tight like this.”

She grins, holding back her laugh. “Did you…?”

“No,” he huffs, wrapping his hand around hers where it’s pressed against the brick. “Give a professional a little credit, dear. I just, ah, needed a moment.”

“Glad to hear-” she starts.

“Moment’s over,” he interrupts.

His hips begin working with short, shallow thrusts, grinding Ori up against the wall, her front pressed to the masonry, and she pants prettily for him as he ignites the fire between them. He keeps one hand over hers on the wall and the other wrapped around her hip, guiding her in time with his rhythm.

She feels exquisite. He presses his lips to her exposed shoulder and sucks, vaguely aware he’ll leave a mark there, but he doesn’t care, because it feels good this feels good she feels good all around him. Fangs graze skin, tempting. Her arse is so plush pressed close.

He moves the hand on her hip around to her front and between her legs, using his fingers to spread her just a little wider, exposing her to better feel the root of him on her clit every time he thrusts into her. It has the intended effect as she whimpers out his name surrounded on all sides by soft ah ah ahs. Gods, it’s hot.

Taking her here, hidden but not invisible, makes the rush of being discovered hit his blood and urgency pulses through his core. He pulls his mouth from her and pants through his teeth, molten heat coiling around the base of his spine.

“I need you to come for me, darling,” he whispers. “Can you do that? Can you come for me? Don’t let me…” He gasps on the next breath and continues, “... embarrass myself, love.”

“Say please,” she breathes with a surprising amount of control given her current position.

“What?” he blurts, brow furrowed as he continues to rut into her. His body wants to come so badly that it’s making thought beyond gods gods fuck yes gods difficult.

Ori groans this time before she repeats, “Say. Please.”

Astarion presses his mouth to the side of her face and says, “Please, please, come, please come, please, love, love, please, come, come-”

She clenches down hard around him and he whines, barely managing to ride out her climax before he hits his own, the flutters of her peak continuing all around him. Ori bites her own forearm, her cry lost against her skin. Astarion does his best to stifle his inelegant grunts as he spends himself inside her, the relief palpable.

They take a moment before Ori mumbles, “Neither of us really considered how to extricate ourselves from this situation, did we?”

“We did not,” Astarion mumbles back with his mouth against her temple.

There’s another beat of quiet.

From around the corner out of view, they hear Elias say, “The mark is here, you’d better be done, I swear, I’m not coming around there. Let’s go.”

The mad scramble to separate and quickly rearrange clothing goes smoother than expected, all things considered. It isn’t until they pick up their things and make to run for the square that Ori pulls a face.

“All right, love?” Astarion asks, dagger already drawn.

“Yeah,” she says. “I’ll, erm. Deal with it later.”

She speeds by him and it takes him a full second to catch on before he snorts out a laugh and follows her.

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 6,948

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

Chapter 1: Lazarus Rising

POV: Y/n

 Four months, four grueling long months since I had to, I had to bury my brother. My oldest brother who has always been there for me and my other older brother Sam. That's the thing about us Winchesters we will always save each other. No matter what even if that means giving up our soul for the other, that's what Dean did to save Sam. I still remember that night as clearly as Crystal Sam had gone missing.

  He had just walked into a little diner to get us some greasy food for us to make to the next crap motel. I now regret not taking it and truly enjoy the same everyday banter that I got from Sam and Dean. Because the next moment everyone was dead in that small simple diner and Sam was missing, sulfur powder being only left. leaving Dean and me knowing precisely what it was. The next day was a blur getting Bobby’s help and finding out what had happened to the roadhouse and Ash and not even knowing if Ellen was in the wreckage. When we found out where Sam was, I got this rush of hope and peace that everything was going to be okay. I should have known with our lives nothing really happens to inspire those feelings.

Dean was breaking every speed limit to get there of course he was he would for anyone he loved. As soon as the Impala had screeched to a stop, I jumped out running towards the town. Hearing Sam’s voice grunting I ran faster than I ever thought I could. There he was standing as the tall giant that he was hurt but okay. Dean was not that far behind and together we called his name together “Sammy!” “Sam!”. 

  Then I saw that goofy smile fall off his face as the blade had made its way into his back. In that second it was like the world had stopped and the sounds around me had turned into static. All that I did was fall down on my knees sobbing and screaming “SAM NO!”. Bobby came up behind me and hugged me and whispered “It’s okay’’ trying to hold himself back to be strong for his kids because to me Bobby had always taken more care of us than John had done.

Then there was Dean holding Sam again like he was just that little baby again, feeling like he had failed his father whose words ran through his head at 100 miles saying” YOU HAD ONE JOB PROTECT SAM AND Y/N” and he couldn’t even do that he thought. The next few hours didn’t even feel like that time had passed. 

All I focused on was Sam like he was just taking a nap and would wake up saying that he could use some coffee not from the motel room. I didn’t hear Dean and Bobby talking or Bobby leaving. I knew Dean was destroying himself. I just didn’t think he would practically do it. Since my eyes would not leave Sam at all.

I felt Dean kissing my head saying he would be back and the door slamming behind him and the impala roaring away. I just sat there thinking why me, why my family, why did we have to suffer for others to live? Like God had heard me Sam sprung up and gasping for air like he was trying to catch up to the air that had left when it was replaced with that blade. I knew as soon Sam came back, I knew what Dean had done I wanted to cry all over again.

 I wanted to scream and hit him, but I understood why he did it. Because he is Dean Winchester, and he would do anything for his little brother and sister. When Sam found out he was rightfully pissed and told Dean we would find a way out and Dean quietly dismissed it knowing not for everything he ever wanted he would let that happen. 

The next year we fought and killed demons and monsters, as usual, Sam kept on saying that we would get Dean out. I was already trying to grieve Dean so it wouldn't hit me as much. The Night it happened it didn’t matter that I tried to prepare, it was like deja vu from the year before. Instead, this time we had lost the one person who promised he would always protect us.

 And that was a year and four months ago but it feels like a lifetime. So here I am pushing around a four-wheel cart one wheel squeaky and me going down the booze aisle to see my best friends Jack and Daniel. These last few months Bobby and I have turned his house into a bar just without the creepy desperate men and smoke smell.

 It seems without Dean Im falling apart he would always make sure I would not drink too much well look at me now hope your proud big bro. When I’m standing in the check out these three little kids run past me. The little sister trips and starts to cry then the big brother comes and scoop’s her up telling her she will be fine. It was like looking in a mirror. I should start going to a new grocery store, so I don’t have to cry every time I drive back. Who am I kidding I would cry anyways.

“Hey Bobby, could you help me with the rest? They had a sale on our favorites so I got a lot” I came in, set the bag on the counter, and got a beer out. “y/n” “Today there was a-” “Y/n!” “What?” I turn around and I drop the beer. It’s like my dreams and nightmares from the past four months had all come true at once. There standing was Dean. 

I grab my silver knife and swing the knife at the monster who thought it would be a good day to try me today. “y/n! It’s me” he blocks me and I turn around and kick him square in the chest.  “Well, at least you've gotten better at fighting” I scream at him and punch him down getting ready to stab the monster. “y/n! It’s him It’s him!” Bobby says, grabbing me back. At this point, I'm about ready to stab Bobby. I'm so angry. 

“It’s me y/n if it wasn’t how would I know that when you were younger and got stood up on your first date you called me to pick you up and made me promise to never tell anyone and we egged the idiot’s house that stood you up after”. I feel the anger start to leave my body and my eyesight starts to become more clear. “Dean?’’ “Yes Y/n it’s me’’ I drop my knife and hug him so tight that he loses his breath for a second.

I am just staring at Dean wondering how my prayers got answered. “Hey y/n I missed you too but your starring and making me feel like I have a giant zit.’’ Bobby answers for me. ”well can you blame her Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you'd been buried four months.  Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -’’ Dean looked like he had been made in a Barbie factory, everything perfect none of his scars were there that he had. ‘’I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.’’ Dean said.

 “What do you remember?’’ I asked. I don't want to hear his answer, but I need to know. ’’Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not…’’  Then I get a little annoyed hearing Sam’s name since he really hasn’t been calling me back. 

“Oh I know he’s alive I make him send me his location every week and I told him if he didn’t I would drag his ass back here myself’’. I had already lost one brother I was not going to lose another without even knowing it. I pull at my phone and look at the last message. ’’We haven't really talked but that’’. 

Dean looks angry ’’You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?’’. I answered him “He was dead set on it.’’ Dean then looks at us both like we had betrayed him ’’you guys should've been looking after him.’’ Bobby then defends us as he should. ’’we tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For all of us. We had to bury you.’’ Dean of course questioned why he was buried ’’Why did you bury me, anyway?’’

 I hesitated to answer because I knew what he would think ’’We wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.’’ ‘’ Well, I'm glad he won that one’’ I hope he doesn't jump to conclusions that were not good. ‘’He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.’’ And by his look, I knew Dean had jumped to a bad conclusion. Now Dean looked worried ’’Oh, damnit, Sammy.’’ Oh no, I thought.

’’What’’ Bobby asked. ‘’Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.’’ I tried to stop his jumping. ‘’What makes you so sure?’’ Dean never looked so sure in his life. ’’You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this.’’ He pulled up his sleeve and there was this branding of a hand mark on his shoulder.

Bobby and I were both shocked.’’It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.’’Bobby questions when I already knew what he was thinking ’’But why’’.’’ To hold up their end of the bargain.’’ Dean says a matter of factly.’’You think Sam made a deal.’’ Bobby said.  “It's what I would have done.’’ ’’ We don’t know it was that it could have been something good.’’ I said with the hope he might think with it for once ‘’Come on y/n when has it ever been something good.’’ of course.

Dean looked all over our makeshift bar. ’’Like we said it’s been some difficult months’’ I said trying to defend us. ‘’ You never drank this much before’’ I kind of just laugh it off. '’well when both of your brothers die in horrible ways, I don’t think there is much else to do.’’ Dean looks hurt for a second.’’ Y/n-’’ “It’s okay Dean let’s just find Sam’’ I say, giving A small smile to him. ‘’ Ok, he answers with hesitation. 

‘’Ok, his location is Pontiac, Illinois. He should still be there I just got this text yesterday.’’ Dean looked a little shocked.’’ Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.’’ Bobby realizes it too.’’ Right near where you were planted.’’ ‘’ Right, where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?’’ We all get ready to go and I take a moment to myself still trying to process Dean's back from Hell and that someone has to be listening in heaven …right?   

 We all walk down this dingy little motel hall and I would not be surprised if there are some mystery stains on it. We Knock on the door and a young woman answers looking at us like we're missing something.’’So where is it?’’ she asked. We all look confused at each other. “Where's what?’’ I asked with a kind smile. She looked annoyed. ’’The pizza... that takes three people to deliver?’’ when Dean realizes no way this is Sam’s room said ’’I think we got the wrong room.’’ Then we hear the voice that belonged to my other brother who acted like he was dead and never would respond to me.

’’Hey is…’’ Sam looks at Dean like he saw a ghost which would not be a crazy theory for us. Dean being Dean says ‘’Heya, Sammy’’ Sam looks happy For a Second then he attacks Dean.’’Who are you?! Sam shouted. Then Dean shouted back “Like you didn't do this?!’’ then we hear his response and it was the happiest then I've been in a while.’’Do what?!’’ I step in before they start swiping knives again. ’’It's him. It's him. We've been through this already, it's really him.’’

  They both step back stare and then hug like seeing each other for the first time in a while which was true. Sam stares at Dean wondering what we all did. ’’I know. I look fantastic, huh?’’ They hug more. Then I think for the woman this must be so confusing.’’So are you two like... together?’’ I answered for them.’’NO no, we are all siblings.’’ Then it got awkward. ’’Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.’’ Sam suddenly remembers that he was on a ‘’date’’ with her walks her to the door.’’ So call me’’ she said hopefully. Then more sympathy comes from me when Sam said ’’Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.’’ she said back ‘’Kristy’’ dang sorry Kathy that just happens when dating a hunter oops sorry I mean Kristy. Sam answers awkwardly ’’right’’.

I can already tell Dean wants to rip into Sam.’’So tell me, what'd it cost?’’ Sam looks amused’ “The girl?” I don't pay, Dean.’’ I grimace a little at that line. ’’That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?’’ Sam looks offended’ “You think I made a deal?’’ I spoke up ’’That's exactly what they think. Sam, please tell them you didn’t.’’ I said when tears start building up .’’Well, I didn't.’’ I got relieved. Dean of course does not believe him.” “Don't lie to me.’’ Dean keeps on going. ”So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.’’ 

Then Sam said something that broke my heart all over again. ’’Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?’’ I get angry. ”What do you mean you wished you had gotten to deal!?”. Dean grabs Sam again. ’’There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!’’ ‘’I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.’’ Dean let Sam go. ’’It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.’’ I speak up again. ’’Great Sam still has his Soul, Sam What if you had dealt with it? Did you ever think about what it would do to me again!?’’ Sam finally looks at me. ”y/n Im sorry it's just I couldn't let Dean die.’’ ‘’ What and you're any better to die!?” I don’t let him answer and I storm out and slam the door behind me.

I ran out of the motel trying to not scream out so people wouldn't think I was insane. So instead I kicked the Impala. I didn't care at that moment. I slid down the car just crying. Sadly I knew why Sam had done it hell I might have done it myself if Bobby and I weren’t busy keeping up our bar. And it’s like someone knew that I was in distress and put their hand on me calmly. It’s a little bit funny with the job I do because before Dean died I didn't really believe in heaven, angels, God. But I thought why not try. I mean it might be possible, demons were real. So I prayed to something and it looked like something answered back. 

Sam’s POV:

The boys all were silent for a Second after she left the room Dean speaks first. ’’You know she’s right it’s not any better if you die, to her were some of her only family left and you didn’t call her back what was more important than your little sister!’’ Sam looked irritated ’’I was grieving you Dean I was trying to not totally destroy myself, so I needed some time away I'm sorry.’’ Sam said lying straight through his teeth wishing that Dean doesn't notice it. ‘’Well yeah, but I'm not the one you need to say sorry to.’’ 

Y/n’s POV:

I walked back to the room calming myself so that as soon I walked in, I wouldn't slap Sam. I walk into Dean picking up a lacy bra and saying. ’’Oh yeah. I really feel your pain.’’  They all stare at me like a deer in headlights. ’’So, this is why you couldn't pick up the phone because ‘’Kathy’’ needed a bra fitting.’’ I said ready to slap Sam again, calm be damned. Sam gets the guts and looks at me ’’y/n I'm sorry I was just grieving, and I needed to have some time to myself and for the deal, it was right after I was running high on emotions, and now realize how dumb I was, and how happy I am it didn't work.’’ I look up at his goofy smile and bring him in for a hug. “You're forgiven but don't ever do it again. And I hope you all know it hurts just as well if any of you would God forbid die, I love you all.’’  They all get smiles and responded back. ’’love you too y/n.’’

“So, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.’’ And Dean asked what we were all thinking. ’’When?’’ Sam answered back’ “Yesterday morning.’’ Again, the dots started to connect ’’When Dean busted out’’ I said. Bobby speaking for all of us said '' You think these demons are here 'because of you?’’ ‘’But why?’’ Sam said. I felt like I was in an episode of Scooby Doo but instead of pulling a mask off a monster with some teenagers and a talking dog, we were trying to figure out what pulled Dean out of hell.

’’Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out, and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.’’ I don’t blame Dean for saying that because it usually is something bad but for once it might be something good well I'm hoping it is.’’How you feelin', anyway?’’ Bobby asked. Dean being Dean again answered ’’I'm a little hungry.’’ I laugh at that I missed his humor. ’’No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?’’ Bobby said a little annoyed at his answer. ’’Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?’’ Dean said. 

‘’Listen, Dean, we believe you but no demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.’’ I said trying to comfort him. ’’Well, I feel fine.’’ Dean said putting his defenses back down.

’’Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.’’ Sam says and he was right we were all lost on what happened.” I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.’’ Bobby said he always seems to have an answer for anything. ’’I think it’s worth a shot it has to’’ I say with a little ambition.’’ Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.’’ Dean answered back.

 Bobby gets up to call the psychic and leaves the room. Dean gets up to follow him, but Sam stops him” Hey, wait You probably want this back ’’He gives him back the amulet that he always wore no matter the day. Sam wanted me to have it when he died but I couldn't. I just couldn't. “Thanks” Dean said looking happy that his little brother would keep it. ’’Hey Dean, what was it like?’’ 

Sam asked what Bobby and I had both asked, but I still had this small inkling that Dean could lie about it. ’’What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.” Dean said again and it’s like he's performing a line to confirm it to himself. ’’Well, thank God for that.’’ Sam said happily that his brother didn't remember hell. Dean answered a small ’’yeah’’ back and I got a chilling feeling that he was not telling us everything.

Dean and I were in the room. He was in the bathroom splashing water on his face and I was making some crappy motel coffee. When I walk past the bathroom he was just staring at himself in Which looks like confusion. In that instant, I wish that he was truly okay and that he was not putting up a front for his little brother and sister.

Bobby got the okay from the physic for us to come. ’’She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up.’’ Bobby said making me laugh he always did. ’’I assume you'll want to drive.’’ Sam said tossing Dean the keys. We all get in baby like nothing ever did change. ”What the hell is that?’’ I look at the middle of the console and try to hold back my laugh but fail.’’That Dean is the newest iPod jack it looks like Sammy turned baby into a frat car.’’ I said laughing uncontrollably. ” shut it y/n.’’ 

Dean said half joking half serious.’’You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.’’ Dean now looks betrayed at a whole different level now. ’’Dean, I thought it was my car.’’ Sam said. Then Dean starts baby up and I laugh even more as Vision starts playing and Dean looks with the most annoyed saying “Really”. Then he throws it back, almost hitting me.” Hey watch it you don’t to damage Sammy’s frat playlist”. I said laughing with a smile for the first time in a while.

It’s been about an hour on the road trip, and I take in every second like it’s last as I make a promise to myself to never take these two for granted again. ’’There's still one thing that's bothering me.’’

Dean said. Sam and I both said ’’Yeah?’’. ’’Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit.’’ Dean said with a bit of a chuckle I personally think it's too soon for those jokes. ’’How'd you guys make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.’’ He said looking at Sam. ’’Well, she tried. She couldn't.” Dean looks puzzled.

Sam spoke again. ”She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.’’ ‘’Yeah, and Sam jumped in front of me to protect me from the blast.” I say to answer how I was here. ’’Immune?’’ Dean questioned. ’’Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or us. She left pretty fast after that.’’

Then Dean brings Ruby up. ”Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?” Sam answered. ”Dead. For now.” I secretly celebrated that in my head.’’So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?” Sam answered a little too fast for my liking.”No”. ”You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.” Dean inquired about that and I don't blame him. ”Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.’’ Sam said making sure to shut that down. Dean needed to be sure said ”Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.’’ Now why did I get that feeling again that my brother is lying?

As we pull up to  Pamela’s house I get this feeling of excitement and fear at the same time. We all get out of our cars and we walk up and knock on her door. A woman about in her thirties answers with a big smile.” Bobby!” she grabs him tight. 

The three of us share a look.” You're a sight for sore eyes.’’ Bobby said to her with a smile to match hers. Pamela steps back a little and looks at both of my brothers like they are pieces of meat. ”So, these the Winchesters” she says with approval. ”Sam, Dean, y/n This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state” Naturally Dean answered with a flirty “Hey”. Sam answered like the nerd he is with an awkward “Hi”. And I answered with a” Hi Pamela, nice to meet you”. “I like you, I can already tell.” she told me back.

After she looks back at Dean. ”Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.” Dean took that comment in.” If you say so.” We go in, this is the moment either we confirm it’s something bad or good please God let it be Good.

“So, you hear anything?’’ Bobby probes. ”Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.” I questioned. ” So what’s next?” “A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed.’’ ’’You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here..’’ Bobby said.

“No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.” I was already ready for this to be over with how much adrenal was going through my body without even starting yet. Dean responded with a cocky “I'm game”. 

We enter the seance room and Pamela goes to get her crystal ball. Both boys' eyes lay on her lower back. ”Who’s Jesse” Dean says I smack him on the head for it. He looks down at me and I look right back and he backs down. ”Well, it wasn't forever.’’ I am glad she laughed it off because I didn't want him to upset her, by saying that.

Dean goes into what I like to call Flirt Dean mode. ”His loss.” I am starting to get a sense that Papemla is a lot like Dean because she says back “Might be your gain.” Dean looks like a kid in a candy store “Dude, I am so in.” I laugh at his eagerness ”Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive’’

Dean took it as a challenge “Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.’’ Pamela passing said to Sam ‘You're invited too, grumpy.” Dean let him know he was not invited.

We are all sitting around the table holding hands as Pamela starts. ”I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.’’ She says as she goes to touch Dean’s thigh he jumps. ” Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.” My mistake” she said. Dean then takes off his jacket showing everyone the hand brand. Pamela reaches over, holds the brand, and starts to chant as we close our eyes.

”I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” I then start to feel this warm glow coming over me like the hand from before. “I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.’’ Castiel so that's its name. How interesting.

“Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back.’’ ’’I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.

I conjure and command you, show me your face.”

 Pamela keeps chanting. I don't like how this is going. ”Maybe we should stop.” Everything is shaking more. “ I almost got it.

I command you, show me your face!

Show me your face now!’’ I'll give it to her because she is one brave woman. 

Suddenly She screams and a powerful white light comes from her eyes’’ Bobby grabs her to the floor and she is sobbing’’ I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!’’ Sam calls Nine one one in the background. So I guess it was a bad thing.

As we sat in the diner I just felt so stupid for thinking maybe it could be more than the shit I have to deal with every day. Dean was ordering for us. I didn't even hear him calling me.”y/n?” “ huh oh sorry I was just thinking about everything. I should have known Dean that it was something bad I should have listened .’’ He looks at his little sister. ”Look y/n it might have been something bad but you thinking differently is one of my favorite things about you don’t ever change that.” I smile at him already falling back into his big brother role. 

Sam comes back in with news about Pamela. ”Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U.” “And blind, because of us.” Dean said not wrong.” I groan ”And we still have no clue who we're dealing with.” Sam says.” That's not entirely true.” I looked at Dean with interest “We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo, we could summon him, bring him right to us.” “I agree we can figure out what's going on” Sam looks at both of us.”You're both crazy. Absolutely not.” “We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?” Dean said back to me nodding with him.”Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you guys want to have a face-to-face ?” I answer for both of us.”You got a better idea?” Sam looked a little offended at that.”Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I followed some demons to town, right?” Dean and I both said “Okay”.”So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something.’’ I mean I guess but I want to confront this thing. 

The waitress comes over and places the food in front of us. I thank her. ”Thank you”. She then pulls a chair up like she was going to pour water on herself in stripper style. ”You angling for a tip?’’ Dean says weirdly. “I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us.’’ She then pulls an uno reverse on us by flashing her eyes black and everyone else does the same. She turns towards Dean. ”Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck.’’ Dean is not backing down. ”That's me.” So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?” Dean responded back with one of his zingers. ”I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out. ”Lying is a sin” She said not believing Dean.

”I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo…” “ Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.” Sam is about ready to stab the demon I stop him.”No. No, you won’t because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut him loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want him out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send him back. But don't come crawling to us when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.” 

I said defending us. Dean and Sam both look proud and probably wondering what happened to the shy girl from before. She tries to challenge that. “I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.” Dean looks right at her throwing her two punches. He leans down and said. “That's what I thought. Let's go, guys”. We get up to leave and I leave money for the pie and a tip “For the pie.” I said and leave with my brothers.

We walk out of the diner and me feeling like I just took on Godzilla myself. “Holy crap, that was close.” Dean said again, not wrong.”We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Guys?” “well yeah, there's three probably more and one knife between us”. I answered. Then Sam said something that leaves me with more questions. ”I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately.” 

“Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town.” Dean says feeling protective over us like we were little again.”Guys, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous.’’ “I mean yes they are dangerous but we are not stupid okay we will get them, Sam.” I said trying to be encouraging. “Y/n’s right. They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.”

When we got back to the motel I had to get some sleep or I was going to fall over. As I doze off I start to hear this low rumble and the tv turn back to the same static that happened at Pamela's house. I wake to this loud high-pitched noise getting louder and louder I look over to the bed for Sam but the bed is empty.

 I grab my gun but it hurts so much that I have to get into a fetal position and hold my ears. While that was going on the glass around me started to shake and break sending shards into my skin. But at the same time, I felt the same warm glow again from before. I thought what the hell? The door bursts open to Dean and Bobby yelling ”Y/n!”. They take to save me from the room.

 The three of us pile into Bobby’s truck and zoom down the road. ”How ya doing kid’’ Bobby asked from looking in the middle mirror to me.”Well, except it feels like the looney tunes are dropping weights in my head just great” I said with a bit of sarcasm. “I mean guys I have never experienced anything like that before.” Dean and Bobby both look at each with knowing looks. ”I have when I first popped out it sounded like that.”

 Dean tells me. I said what we're all thinking ”What the hell is going on first with you and now me what kind of monster does that?” ”I don’t know but we're going to find out.” He said as he was pulling out his phone. I assumed he was going to call Sam because that was another thing where was he during all of this. I hear his voice speak. ”What are you doing?” “ In my car?” “Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer with y/n” I look at him knowing what we were going to do. If he was lying now. “Done. Catch you later.’’

 “Why the hell didn't you tell him?” Bobby asked. “Because he would just try to stop us.” I answered. ”From what?” “ Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head-on.” Dean said nonchalantly.”You can't be serious!” I get Bobby’s concern but we need to do this. ”Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.” “ That's why we've got to be ready for anything.’’ Dean said pulling out the demon knife. ”Bobby, you have every weapon for anything in your trunk.” 

I say trying to calm down him and try to confirm to myself it’s not totally crazy.”This is a bad idea.” Bobby said,” Yeah, we couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?” I said. “We could choose life” Bobby was not wrong ”Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. Maybe y/n for some reason. That much we know, right? We've got no place to hide. We can either get caught with our pants down again, or we can make our stand.’’ Dean said. “Dean, we could use Sam on this.” “Nah, he's better off where he is.” I sigh to myself thinking when would my brothers learn to share instead of lying, probably never.

We found this abandoned warehouse and decide it was the perfect place. At the same time, I was painting sigils and devil traps everywhere. I thought this is it I am going to find out what this thing was and why it felt so familiar and so different at the same time. We were now just waiting for this thing to show its face. “You sure you did the ritual right?” Dean questions Bobby. In response, a look of you you're talking to. ”Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?” I smirk. 

Like something heard Dean the walls start shaking violently and the wind gets louder. “Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.” Dean said. Just then the doors to the warehouse blow open to a man who looks like to me belongs in Men’s Health magazine which is confusing as hell. At the same time, the bulbs of lights are exploding like fireworks.”Who are you?”  Dean asks half scared. “I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” The man answered, well that tells us a lot I think with sarcasm. ”Yeah. Thanks for that.”

Dean said and then takes out the demon Knife and surprises me by stabbing the man. The man barely looks bothered and pulls the knife out like it was nothing. Bobby tries to attack him from behind and the man does not even look and stops the attack and swings Bobby around and toches Bobby and he falls to the floor in a sleep-like state. The man then turns to the both of us .”We need to talk, Dean, y/n. Alone” He said with a determination like I have never heard before.

Dean goes over to check on Bobby glaring at the man.”Your friend's alive.”The man said letting us know. “Who are you” I ask hoping to get an answer to this madness.”Castiel.” Castiel said while staring at me and while staring back it felt like the eyes of a friend.

”Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?”  Dean said with annoyance.”I'm an Angel of the Lord.” Castiel answers back with the greatest news ever to me at least.”Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.” Dean said. “Dean come on with everything that has happened you can't believe that at all?” I ask him ”This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.” Castiel says with thunder striking and the lighting casting giant shadows of wings.

 “Well, there's your proof, Dean,” I tell him. He glares at me and turns to Castiel ”Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.’’ Castiel looks ashamed of that. ”I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that.” He explains.”  “ So that was you, why did you try talking to me?” I ask curious. “That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you both could be one of them. I was wrong. I was trying to see if you could hear me as well Im sorry If that hurt you.”  He told me while looking at me with those blue eyes. “And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?’’

 Dean asked which is valid. “This? This is... a vessel.” Castiel answered. ”You're possessing some poor bastard?’ Dean Keeps on going. ”He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.” Huh, I thought interesting. “Uh-huh. Y'know, it might've been easier to show up like this the first time instead of all the burning bush crap.” “ Finding a human vessel durable enough to contain me... it's not easy.” Castiel said. He must be pretty powerful if he needs that to happen.”I have that same problem with women.” Ew did not need to hear that from my brother. ”Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?” Castiel looks confused.  

“I told you.” I chuckle at that. ”He means why would an angel rescue him from hell” I told him. “Good things do happen, Dean,y/n .”  I mean they have to if Dean is standing here alive. ”Not usually in our experience.” Dean answered. “What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?” Castiel said while looking at him with what looked like sympathy. It also broke my heart. ”Why'd you do it?” Dean asked what we have all been wondering. Castiel responds with the vaguest answer ever. ”Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.” 

Next

[jaycewrites-192000]

Future...

Summery: Take a look into one of the more darker futures, for the Kawata siblings...

Paring(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): First 12 Year Timeskip, Kisaki's In Charge, Slight Mental Abuse(from Smiley), Major Character Death, Manga Spoilers, Angst With No Happy End

Time for some angst~

Enjoy...

Sometimes you wonder...how it ever could have ended up like this? How things went so horribly wrong. Why the people you once considered friends...turn out to be total strangers. It was like you couldn't recognize any of them, not even your own family...

Why? Why did this happen? How did this happen?

It was a night like most, with you being left alone once again. The large luxurious 'home' you and your brothers had moved into only made you feel all the more small and alone. Tonight, you were left alone with your thoughts, which as of recently, was not a good thing. And yet, you were to deal with it on your own. Something that you never had to do before.

Your brothers were not here to help you through it this time...or the time before...or ever...

You sighed, taking a few deep breaths trying desperately to calm your racing mind. You reached for your phone once again, and stared at the screen for a while. Contemplating calling the last person you wanted to hear from. Even though you hated him...no...you couldn't bring yourself to really feel like that. Despite everything he's done...you still loved him.

You still loved Nahoya. It hurts...it hurts so much to admit it...but you do. He was your family, the only family you had...

'I guess it would be pretty bad if he turned up dead...' You thought, thumb still hovering over the call button. Just as you were about to press it, you heard the front door open. Well, more like slam open...which means...

"Oh great..." You muttered. Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and made your way through the halls until you reached the living room, where you saw your oldest brother dragging his feet further into the home. His once lively peach curls were now straight and hung over his eyes, covering his face from all expression to your view.

He went into the kitchen and opened up the liquor cabinet, pulling out a large bottle before slamming it onto the counter. Not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to show that he was not in the most pleasant of moods. He reached for a glass, moving his hair from his face before filling it, then quickly downing it, then pouring another.

Yep...it was one of those nights alright.

You hesitantly stepped into the entrance of the kitchen, Nahoya didn't bother acknowledging your presence. But the way he tensed ever so slightly, let you know he knew you were there. There was a brief silence between the two of you. Then, to your surprise, Nahoya spoke first.

"So, you just gonna fucking stare or are you gonna say something?" He spat, voice full of venom.

"Just...making sure you weren't hurt." You said weakly. "If I was hurt, don't you think I would have done something about you fucking moron?" He side-eyed you before turning his attention back on his drink.

"I guess..." You sighed. "Then don't ask stupid questions." He muttered before taking a swig. "Nahoya?"

"What?" He glared at you. You couldn't bring yourself to look him the eyes as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry...for what I said last night."

Ah that night, it was one of the worst arguments you and your brother had ever had.

"Say that again!" The sound of breaking glass echoed off the walls. "I fucking dare to say it again bitch!"

"Gladly! I said you are acting like an asshole! Want me to say it louder!? I know you have trouble comprehending, so maybe I should spell it out too while I'm at it, dumbass!"

"Oh really? I'm the dumbass! Says the one, who couldn't keep her god damn mouth shut during the meeting!" Nahoya's yelling got louder as he went on. "You just had to open your fucking mouth didn't you!? You know how much shit, you're putting me through!?"

"I was just trying to-" He cut you off when he grabbed you by your shirt collar, his face inches from your own.

"Maybe I shouldn't have stepped in and just let Kisaki put a fucking bullet through your head!" You could never say that you were afraid of your brother, no matter how mad he got...but the way he looked right now...the person holding you was not your brother.

"At least then, I won't have some useless little punk following me around and annoying the shit out of me anymore! How about you do us all a favor, and keep your fucking mouth shut!?" He finished by throwing you aside, catching yourself as your body hit the floor. Again, you could never say that your brother ever laid his hands on you, even in a fit of rage...but tonight he came damn close.

Tears welled up in your eyes. Your hands clenched tightly into fists, and yet, you would not bring yourself to strike your brother. Your voice cracked as you whimpered out a pathetic. "I hate you..."

Nahoya turned to you, still furious. "The fuck did you say? Speak up!"

"I hate you! I wish Souya was here! I was it was you who died instead!"

Silence...

The same silence carried out the rest of the night, to the following day, up until now...

"Tsk. Like I give a shit if you're sorry or not." Nahoya muttered. "I didn't mean it." You went on anyway. "I didn't mean it at all. I don't wish that you were dead... But I really do wish that...that Souya was still here..." You sniffled as tears ran down your cheeks. Nahoya was silent as you continued. "Why...why did he have to die? What did he do to deserve that?"

It had been a month since Souya's death. He and Nahoya were out running errands for Toman, when a group of men ambushed them. It happened so fast, before they knew what was happening,they just started firing rounds after rounds at them. Only, Souya was the only one who got hit. Once they saw that, they quickly fled, never to be seen again. It was suspected they were a rival gang, but they never found out just who it was.

In Nahoya's arms, Souya's dying words were "Take care of Y/n..."

Upon remembering those words, Nahoya felt an overbearing sense of hatred and disgust towards himself. Ever since Toman changed, he had changed as well. He became more aggressive, more quick to anger, he lost sight of who he was and what Toman once was. And in that time, he neglected his own family...including his sister. The same person, who he was suppose to protect.

And instead...he had treated like trash, more so since Souya died. It was no excuse, the fact that his other half was severed from him forever, was no reason to treat his sister like he does.

"I miss him so much Nahoya..." You cry as you tried to wipe your tears away.

Nahoya looked down at the half empty glass, the hand that he held it with shook as he spoke. "Yeah..." He set it down before raking his hand through his hair with a shaky sigh.

"...Me too."

That night, you would lie in bed wondering...maybe in another life, things might have turned out differently. Toman would always stay the same. And the you, Nahoya, and Souya, would always be together in a brighter future...

But not in this future would things be as they were. Not now...not ever...

(After two months of nothing, I give you all some angst. Lol don’t worry, future stories won’t be as angsty as this one)

[0yuri-chan0]

Halloween Special

Making a gore included Welcome Home Halloween special! I'm really making this because I have a Halloween writing contest and I'm practicing for it! Yippee the theme is hunted so that's what I'm writing about being ✨hunted✨ So enjoy being hunted by Wally Darling in the old Welcome Home studio.

Paring - None

Warnings - Blood, gore

Genre - Horror

Why dose this always happen to you? I mean it seems like luck is never on your side and to be honest is wasn't. It all started with talking to your friends about exploring the abandoned Welcome Home studio. Just talking about it right? No. They made you go into a studio. "Your not chicken are you [Y/n]?" You snarled under your breath and walked up to the cut gate holding your middle finger up to the group before sliding in. Once inside you grabbed your flashlight and shined it throughout the rooms as you passed them. "BANG!" You jumped and turned around your legs shaking about to give out.

"Michael! I swear don't fuck with me and come out." You paused once you didn't hear a response. Knowing you weren't going to let him scare you easy nor going to not put up a fight you walked slowly seeing where the sound came from. You grin to yourself and jumped into the room. "BOO!" You yelled when you shined your light no one was there.. Wait you could've sworn you heard something. You moved further into the room and looked around moving your light emanating from your hand. Your eyes spotted a old beat up doll you recognized it or should I say him. An old Wally Darling doll in terrible condition might you add. He was missing an eye, half of his blue hair was rips and tuffed.

You smiled to yourself remembering the old Welcome Home VHS tapes. She saved and recorded all herself when she was young. She'd play them every morning when you guys ate at the table. You smiled at the memory then soon your smiled faded as the hairs of the back of your neck stood. Was that... Breathing you felt? It was jagged and forced. Like they were running before standing behind you. Their breath was hot and rough. You swung your light without thinking not even caring if it was Michael. I mean it was his fault for being a prick and scaring the shit outta you. Your body spun around your eyes filled with fear. Nothing. Nothing was there?.. No, no because you were sure you felt someone or something.

You being to damn cool and young ran out the room like your ass was on fire. "Nope, Nope, Nope! If you're here Michael your ass is getting left behind!" Something in the back of your mind thought it wasn't Michael or the others. But you didn't want to think of that you're feet hit the ground harshly with every step you took. The exit sign was right there glowing. You not genius but your positive that the exit sign shouldn't be glowing red since the Building is abandoned ad if it did you were sure it shouldn't.

You got to the door to find it locked. Really!? Locked? That's just your luck of course. You shook or more like banged your fist on the door. "Neighbor?" You froze only movement was your shaking hand. Slowly you turned. A cold sweat broke from your forehead. Two soul eating eyes locked onto yours. The eyes looked hungry like the person who was looking at you was starving a predator looking at its pray. The pupils dilated soon a cartoon-ish smile appeared. Then it held up... Michael. Or rather Michaels decapitated head.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head even though his facial expression showed terror. Blood still dripped from his stub where his neck is supposed to be attached skin stretched down further then it should. Indicating that the cut wasn't clean or tidy either. The creature throwed the head towards your feet. A sob escaped your lips as you stared at the head. Your light finally meeting the creature... Or character.

It was Wally or someone distorted version of him. Black goo or sluggish substance sprouted from his back holding him up his short legs hanging from the ground the black spider like ones acting like legs instead. Red coloring which you thought.. No knew it was blood if not Michaels blood. His eyes were the worst part you couldn't help but look into them like a void you couldn't escape even if you tried it kept pulled you in. Words died in your throat as you swallowed a your spit. You pressed your back against the door seeing if it would break from your weight. It didn't.

But since your not lucky and lets be honest not that smart neither and you were in fight or flight mode. Now you definitely didn't want to fight that thing so choosing the better option your were going to fly or in your circumstance run. With your back pressed against the wall you slid against it trying to steady your heart beat. Moving to the side wall you slipped past the creature never breaking the eye contact. Once at the side of it being so so so close to it not much to your liking you ran for the hills.

Once you turned and started sprinting down the hall you previously walked down. The creature ran after you its footsteps or fathers you say spider like legs ran after you. Quickly running out of stamina you booked it into a office and slammed the door shut. Praying and hoping the locked worked as you fiddled with it. This time luck was on your side finally. You fell on the ground as the creature started pounding on the door. It seems like it wasn't going to hold up for much longer. You scooted until your back came in contacted with the dusty desk. Still on the ground the banging stopped. Maybe it went away? Hopefully. Then you felt something drip on your forehead. Your heart dropped out of your chest as you looked up the upper wall trim. Blood.

Blood drip down from the wall trim. Your gaze focused on the door now the creature scratching at the door while blooded flooded in from underneath it. It was thick and red you stood up and got on top of the desk with a loud cry. Maybe your dreaming? Yeah that's it! Close your eyes and take some deep breaths and I'll all be over right? You did exactly that closing your eyes and breathing the scratching stopped so did the banging.

You opened your eyes and looked around the old office. Nothing no blood no monster. Your heart slowed down you realizing you're probably going stir crazy. You walked to the door and opened it walked out and looking left to right. It was gone! I mean it was never really there was it? Until you felt something on the back of your neck. You reached back and touched the liquid bringing it to your eyes and looking at it spit? You looked up and saw the same eyes looking back at you. It was like looking at the void and it was looking back.

You screamed in terror trying to moved or command your body to but you stood there like a doll. It grabbed you by the head and bit down. The last thing you heard was the crunching of your bones being devoured by that thing.

Maybe it was meant to be? After all you did become famous and certainly a good ghost story for years to come. But that's all this was right? Just a ghost story...

GUYS WAS IT GOOD? Tell me why it took me this long to write it!?? Anyway its my birthday the 29th so happy birthday to me 🎂 hoped you enjoyed and happy Halloween!

[revserrayyu]

2.3 Penacony thoughts [part 1]

***SPOILER WARNING*** for the beginning of the 2.3 story update up until Jade’s solo conversation with Old Oti. At this moment in time I’ve already finished the whole story, so be wary that I may reference later scenes as I ramble on.

Starting off with how glad I am that we get to see more interactions happen between the Stellaron Hunters. This one is especially great as Silver Wolf comments how Firefly is typically donning the SAM mecha suit instead of working as herself.

I also find it sweet how Silver Wolf hacks all the systems so Firefly can further enjoy this special occasion without her worrying about getting caught so she can feel normal just a while longer.

Okay first off, their height difference? Hilarious. Secondly, Firefly didn’t actually experience her third “death,” did she? I mean, she took the Sparkle bomb doll high up into the air and fireworks went off, but then after we get knocked off the ship, she catches us in her SAM suit so like.. she’s fine, yeah? Unless something happens after we return from reality and we just don’t know yet? I dunno, like I said I finished the story all in one go and there was lots of info to take in all at once so chances are I forgot something.

They chat more about buying something for Kafka, Blade’s eerie message about temptation and eating sweets and it all just solidifies my desire to see the four of them actually share a scene together someday like the crazy, dangerous found family they are.

I wasn’t really expecting us to get a POV switch with Topaz. All patches before had a moment with the new Penacony characters, sorta giving us a sneak peak for their banners, so to get a switch with Topaz, who already had her banner and isn’t new or really associated with the land of dreams is a surprise, but I’m not mad about it. Also, Jarilo mention! Let us go back, please!

Now this scene.. oh boy. It had me with my mouth hung open when the 2.3 trailer dropped and seeing the whole cutscene here was quite a treat. I’m not even in a ship kind of mindset right now (surprisingly); it’s just after being teased with simple phone calls from Jade and a single flash back of her to finally seeing this woman in game that made me so ecstatic!

I did of course take notice how scared Numby looked, (and Topaz trying to calm it down, aw!) and while Topaz does have a small smile, it feels a bit forced to me? Sure she could be happy to see Jade and to get the chance to work with her, but if Numby’s shaking like that then obviously Jade is someone we should be cautious about. Or it could just be hiding itself since pets aren’t really allowed at the IPC as far as I remember.. who knows why this little guy is frightened.

Listen here, I don’t mind all the chatter about these two ladies being an item. I’m all for it, even AvenPaz or literally any other paring you can think of in this game. If I adore the characters enough and can make sense of it, I’m in, so while this sudden caress of the face is quite surprising to see for this game and highly intrigues me, I don’t think it’s done in an endearing kind of way? I have the same feeling whenever Jade calls Topaz “little Jelena.” It gives me condescending vibes, like Jade isn’t using Topaz’s real name to be affectionate or show how close and trusting they are of each other but as a reminder that she’s her superior and her orders should be followed perhaps? They aren’t even supposed to be using their real names anymore and I doubt someone as high ranking as Jade would break such rule just to be cute.

I didn’t think too much about this one shot at first other than how beautiful Jade is and how she has her own cornerstone in hand again, but later on during the quest Topaz mentions that not all of the Ten Stoneheart’s abilities are as flashy as Aventurine’s and some could “read your thoughts” or “grasp your desires” and to be cautious of them, so I have a feeling that Jade was using whatever kind of ability she has the way her cornerstone is glowing like that. The whole “you can tell me anything, just like old times” makes me think that maybe she’s the one who can read minds, or force you to tell the truth or perhaps even control your actions in some way. I dunno for sure but with how little we truly know about her she’s definitely someone to be feared.

And to all those saying their relationship is like mother and daughter or master and student, here: equals. To those who will bite back and say she refers to Topaz as her junior during the conversation with Old Oti, I’m sure it was to just prove a point. They’re different in ranks and experience in the IPC, that’s for sure, but the respect is still there.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought Old Oti looked like a Legend of Zelda character. It’s definitely the ears. The long beard and green outfit doesn’t help either. Also, golden-haired boy. I miss him. (Aventurine, not Link.)

Bro her face is the definition of “don’t test me,” like how dare he even think the IPC will back off without gaining anything.

Makes me wonder if they’re using Aventurine’s near-death experience as leverage for Old Oti to take the deal with them, like they knew our dear gambler was gonna push himself to the edge, do something dramatic and come out unscathed due to his fabulous luck, so now they’re using the incident to gain some sort of compensation to sweeten their probability of succeeding in regaining some control back over Penacony. If so, then bravo. Can’t say it wasn’t well planned.

Thank you Aventurine for helping out your new fuh-riends.

For a moment I thought we were going to break the news to her about what happened to Gallagher but Siobhan seemed to already know, or at least get the idea that he was missing and wouldn’t return. And I don’t know why I noticed now, but her necklace seems to be painted onto her model instead of actually.. I don’t know, stand out as an accessory, compared to Jade’s or Serval’s or anyone else who has something hanging from their neck of some sort.

I adore smug Himeko.

As I said, I’m a shipper at heart and this conversation is making the little AvenPaz vibes I feel go nuts because yes entrusting someone else to look after something so valuable as your own cornerstone is huge and probably the idea that made me so fond of this pair in the first place. You can argue that Topaz only did so because it was part of the plan that Aventurine invited her to be a part of and she wanted to follow Jade’s example, and I agree wholeheartedly, but it still sets off a light bulb in my mind. We learn that this kind of job isn’t the kind Topaz usually goes for and surely there’s other Stonehearts that could’ve offered up their own cornerstone for the task, but it was still Topaz who was asked among the rest and she who still decided to participate, so it’s like the trust goes both ways, even if Topaz doesn’t wanna acknowledge it because I do remember how her voice sounded during this conversation and she also actively try change the subject from Aventurine back to the task at hand.

We learn later on how serious the deals people make with Jade are, so I’m scared to think of the kind of wager Robin had to give up to fulfill her wish, which I assume was to save Sunday because our idol certainly doesn’t look happy here.

She went from glare to smile so quick here that’s it’s scary. Definitely not a happy face that I’d trust.

Jade keeps saying that patience is one of her greatest strengths but we gotta add determination onto that list as well. Gotta love the confidence.

And using someone’s own words against them.. I love when that tends to happen as well.

I’m not entirely sure why, but I love whenever someone’s eyes are hidden during an intense conversation, whether it’s because we’re behind them, their hair is in the way or in this case, a giant hat. Eyes can showcase so much emotion so whenever they aren’t visible, your mind kinda has to envision the express they could be making based on their words and tone of voice alone. I don’t exactly remember how Jade sounded during this one line, but from the smile on her face you might think she’s acting smug by mentioning how much control the IPC has over everything..

And yet there’s that persistent glare on her face again showing that she’s willing to do anything to make this deal over Penacony, even if it means she has to play dirty.

Oh, shame on me for hearing the word “leash” and thinking about it in a sensual way.. but coming from a woman who sorta steps on you during her ult and uses a whip to attack, can you blame me? (Goes without saying, but I did very much enjoy the brief moment we switched to her POV. Just wish we could’ve entered a battle with her to test stuff out.)

It really is ridiculous how much power money has over people, huh? I get that everyone needs money to survive and that coincides with the idea of Preservation and keeping everyone safe, but extending their reach to so many places would be an impressive feat indeed. (And my mind is a little hazy about this, but Belobog was basically cut off from the rest of the universe for 700 years due to the stellaron, so did they even have credits back then? I know they have shields as their own currency but I don’t really remember if someone in game questioned why they still needed both forms of currency or to use one over the other. Maybe I’m making stuff up, I honestly have no clue anymore.) 

Now color me wonderfully impressed when Jade called for Topaz to bring in Himeko as the special guest. I suppose Jade did mention earlier that Topaz did manage to gain the Astral Express as an ally as a result from the Jarilo-VI case, but I didn’t think we’d team up so soon like this.

So this is the nice surprise mommy Himeko was being all hush about, becoming a member of the board of directors for this deal between The Family and IPC, as if she truly needs more money. She doesn’t though, clearly, and doesn’t want fame or fortune from all this either, just a promise that this tragedy won’t happen again. We truly love our faithful navigator.

I believe I’ll stop here for the moment. I believe the rest of the 2.3 will be another three parts of various lengths but this is probably the longest.

[jamiethetrans]

Taken (Modern AU) - Ch 21

Paring: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader Series: Taken (Modern AU) Taglist

Warnings: Non-binary charater, smut

The cafeteria was quiet, the only sound being the footsteps of the cooks from the kitchen. Bela had always enjoyed the silence. She never minded it.

Compared to her sister Daniela that is. The redhead could never bare the silence, always needing to hear sound. Whether it was music, podcast or simply tv noice in the background.

But not Bela. She loved the silence. It gave her room for her ever running thoughts. It may not seem like it, being the quiet girl that she is, but her head always ran wild with thoughts. All sorts of crazy thoughts that even she can’t explain sometimes.

She never told anyone. Not even her mother. She didn’t want to burden her with her problems. Her mother had plenty of things to worry about. Her music, her wine, father, you, Eli and now her disease.

No. She couldn’t tell her. She couldn’t tell anyone. Who would listen to her?

Sighing deep, Bela took a sip of her coffee which stood on the table, but immediately spit it out as it had gotten cold. Probably from the thoughts running wild again. She sighed and stood from her seat, walking over to throw the coffee in the bin.

She walked down the hallway, hoodie over her head, hands in her pockets. She walked further than she realized and soon she was outside the hospital in the parking lot.

The night sky was clear, the stars more visible than they’ve been the last couple of days. She found herself crying, a tear rolling down her cheek as she stared up on the stars, reality crashing down.

“Bela?”

The girl spun around and met a figure standing a few feet away, a jacket in their hand, a bucket of flowers in the other. The person was tall, brown skinned and wore a black beanie over some short black hair.

“Jordan?”

They walked closer and Bela met their eyes in the dark, the only light being a single light post next to them. Jordan smiled softly and walked closer to the girl. “You came”, Bela whispered and Jordan smiled bringing their arm around the girl the moment they reached her.

“Of course I did”, they said and Bela smiled up at them, their hand caressing her cheek gently.

“How’s your mother?”

“She’s so tired. And I just want to help her, but I can’t”, she whispered the last part and Jordan sighed. They brought her closer and brought their lips to her forehead, kissing her softly, showing their support.

Bela felt herself relax at the feeling of her partner finally having their arms around her. She’s been craving them for the entire week.

She hadn’t told anyone about them yet, having not found the right time to.

“And you? How are you feeling?”, Jordan asked, bringing Bela back from her thoughts.

“I’m just…”, she whispered bringing her hand to their cheek. “I’m just glad to see you”

She leaned up and kissed them softly, pulling them closer. Jordan brought her closer kissing her deeper and Bela moaned into the kiss.

“We should probably get inside”, Jordan said breaking the kiss and Bela nodded, receiving a kiss to her cheek by them before walking inside, their hand in hers.

•

9 Years Ago

“God how am I ever gonna make it through today?”, you groaned as you sat in the ER, looking throughout the empty room.

“I don’t know, nothing’s happening today”, Jane agreed, the woman sitting next to you.

“You knew a day in the pit was gonna be this way Crocks. Especially on Tuesdays”, a voice said and you both turned to see a man standing by the counter, reading a file. He was a resident just like you.

“And you are?”

“Jackson Xandi. Resident”, he said without looking up, and you immediately rolled your eyes.

Idiot.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Doctor Smith?”, a soft yet firm voice suddenly asked and you all turned to see a woman standing on the other side of the counter and your heart suddenly stopped beating.

The woman was absolutely gorgeous. Tall white woman with long black curly hair, brown eyes that said ‘I know I’m hot’. You couldn’t stop staring at the woman. She was absolutely gorgeous.

“He’s in the OR at the moment, is it important?”, Jackson asked looking up at the woman and said woman shook her head.

“It can wait”, was all she said turning her eyes towards you, and you felt your cheeks heat up as she looked you, her eyes boring into your own.

And with that she walked back down the hallway, her hips swaying from side to side.

You sat frozen in your seat, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene. Jane turned to you, noticing your freezing, furrowing her eyebrows. She turned and watched the woman walk away before turning back to you, a smirk appearing on her face.

“You okay?”

“She’s so pretty”, you said out of the blue and Jane chuckled.

“You don’t have to be jealous Y/n. You’re pretty too”, Jackson said confused and you turned your head slowly towards him, Jane doing the same.

“I’m not being jealous Xandi, I’m being gay”

Jackson stared back at you with wide eyes and mouth formed like an o. “Oh”

•

“None of us? Are you sure?”, you asked the doctor softly. She had just informed you that none of you were perfect match for Alcina.

“I’m sorry Y/n”

You sighed and mentally told yourself to relax. You were pissed. Really pissed. Alcina hadn’t told you anything and now none of you were a match to donate. How were you ever gonna save her now?

“I gotta call her mother”, you whispered and walked back to Alcina’s room. You walked in and saw Elijah sitting in Alcina’s lap, the woman reading a book for him. Cassandra and Daniela sat in their separate chairs, all heads turning towards you as you entered.

“Hi”

“What did they say?”, Daniela immediately asked standing from her seat. You sighed turning to see the hopeful eyes in all three of them, the most in Alcina’s.

It broke your heart when you shook your head and their face expressions changed. “None of us?”, Daniela asked gently.

“I’m sorry honey”

Alcina turned to Cassandra, the girl standing with tears falling down her cheeks, already tearing up. “Come here darling”, she whispered holding out her hand and the girl immediately took it into her own. The moment Cassandra was in her mother’s arms, she broke down, Elijah looking at her with sad eyes.

“It’s okay darling. It’s okay”

“This is not fair”, Daniela said, anger filling her up as she turned to you. “This is not fair!”

“I know Dani, but–“

“But nothing! How are we supposed to save mom?! She can’t die!”, she yelled interrupting you and Alcina turned her attention to her youngest.

“Daniela!”

“And I won’t let that happen! Ever!”, you said, Daniela hardened her eyes. It was clear the girls handled situations differently. You learned that early on in you and Alcina’s relationship. But you had never expected Daniel to yell at you. Not like this.

“I know. But how are we gonna find a donor? How much time do we even have?”, the girl asked, crossing her arms. You sighed looking at your watch to see the time.

“I will go talk to Jane. Putting you on the list”, you said meeting Alcina’s eyes and the woman nodded, Daniela doing the same.

The door suddenly opened and you all turned to see Bela walk in. You all widened your eyes as a person followed her in. “Hey, what did they say?”, she asked immediately, crossing her arms as she turned to you and you stared for a moment, looking at the person next to her before clearing your throat.

“None of us were a match so I’m gonna speak with Jane about putting your mother on the donor list”, you explained and Bela sighed. She turned to Alcina and gave her an apologetic look.

You noticed the person next to her placed their hands on her arms in support.  You all stood awkwardly for a few seconds before Daniela decided to speak. “So… are you gonna introduce your new friend?”

Bela looked at her sister and blushed clearing her throat. “Right, okay. This is Jordan. My partner”

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After a long conversation with Miranda and possibly an even longer conversation with your parents, explaining everything that’s been happening for the past few days, you we’re finally able to go to bed.

You had spoken to your mother about you and Alcina wanting to have baby and she had been more ecstatic than ever. You had obviously told her nothing was certain as of yet, obviously due to Alcina’s disease. She had supported you every way that she could and you honestly couldn’t be more grateful for her and your father.

They were truly the best parents.

You walked inside Alcina’s room, discovering the woman standing by the window, leaning against the wall. You closed the door and walked over to her, standing next to her.

“Life is strange isn’t it?”, she spoke in the darkness. You found yourself nodding, your hand finding hers. She turned her head, looking down at your combined hands. Her hand was much bigger than yours, your fingertips only reaching half the way towards her own tips, were you placing your palms flat against each other.

“Quite ironic as well. I’ve always said that nothing could kill me. That I was immortal. How naive I must sound”, she continued. She sounded defeated. Like she had given up. And that was new to you.

“Alcina–“

“Please my love. Do not fight me on this”

You sighed and decided to look out of the window, enjoying the stars and the bright moon along side her instead. There was no point in fighting. It would only make the situation even harder on your both. Not to mention your children.

Your children. All four of them. You couldn’t believe how far you’ve come since you met them in the park. Before you only had Elijah, him being the only person you saw every single day that was worth it every time. Now. Now you had four others to love. To live for. To fight for.

“What’s on your mind?”

You blinked your eyes, coming back from your thought and looked up at Alcina. “What?”

“That smile. That smile’s only reserved for Elijah and the girls. What are you thinking about?”

She knew you all too well. Only six months in and she knew you better than your parents did. Better than Carol ever did.

“About how happy you all make me. How much I love you”, you whispered lost in thought, looking back out of the window. You felt a lump slowly grow in your throat, tears forming in your eyes. Alcina brought her hand to your chin and forced you to meet her eyes. You placed your hand on her wrist and pulled her hand to your cheek, kissing her palm.

“I want to make everything go away and give you what you need, but I can’t”, you voice broke as you spoke and Alcina sighed bringing her arm around you.

Without a word she leaned down and brought her lips to yours, kissing you softly but deeply. A kiss filled with love that you could clearly feel she brought into it. You pulled her closer by her neck and kissed her deeper, your feelings overwhelming your judgement.

“Y/n”

“Please”, you begged in a soft whisper against her lips and she nodded pulling you closer, her lips finding yours once more.

The kiss was deep and filled with passion, your heart beating faster as the seconds went by. She turned you around and pushed you up against the wall, kissing you even deeper if possible, all the while she opened your shirt, pulling it down your arms quickly and effectively.

She threw it across the room and quickly went for your bra, the item off before you could even register. “You too”, you said, but Alcina didn’t listen. She carried you into her arms and placed you on the bed so you were just at the edge. As she kissed you deeply, your tongues meeting, she opened your pants quickly and pulled them down your legs, pulling back from the kiss to throw them across the room as well.

The panties were not far behind and you barely had time to cover yourself before a mouth latched onto your lower lips, her tongue immediately devouring inside, taking everything that she could. “Holy fuck”, you moaned out, Alcina’s hands coming up to squeeze your breasts just the right way.

She knew how much you loved your breast squeezed and she intended make sure you were pleased in every possible way. Your fingers found their way into her black curls, squeezing, pulling her impossibly closer because she was just making you feel so good and you did not want her to stop.

“Oh god Alcina”

Alcina moaned at the taste of you onto her tongue, absolutely loving your taste. Every time you made love, she always made sure to eat you out. Whether it’s before or after your orgasm. Sometimes it was her morning craving and it would be the very first thing she would do, waking you up with her tongue inside you.

Sometimes she waited till you had come at least once. Maybe twice or even more. But she never finished before she had eaten you out. It was a must.

Not that you complained. She just had a special ability with that tongue, the way it moved around your opening, circling your clit, finding its way inside. It made you feel so good and you craved it more than you would like to admit.

But something you also craved and perhaps even more was her taste. The first time you tasted her, you didn’t stop eating until she forced you away because she was too sensitive from cuming too many times. It took her a while to get you off and she had not expected that side of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by four fingers entering you, your breath completely caught in your throat. “Fuck right there baby”

Alcina moaned at your taste, sucking, drinking every ounce , and you could feel yourself losing your conscious slowly. Alcina noticed and withdrew her mouth earning an instant whine. “Come back to me my love”, she whispered caressing your stomach softly and let you lay for a few moments, gaining back your full consciousness.

“Are you alright?”, she asked softly and you turned towards her. You sighed and sat up, making her move away so you had space. She stood and brought her arm around you.

“You’re so beautiful in that birthday suit”

You chuckled and leaned up kissing her deeply, tasting yourself. She instantly kissed you back, deepening the kiss, her arm sneaking its way around you.

You felt her push you gently down onto your back and she followed you, hovering above you as your kiss deepened even further. But she ended it quickly and began ravishing her kisses onto your jaw and down your neck.

Her fingers quickly found your wet center and instantly brought three fingers inside you making you moan. “Oh fuck baby”

“You’re close aren’t you darling?”

You nodded not able to trust your voice, knowing you would most likely moan too loud if you tried to say one thing. Her fingers simply felt too good, hitting you in all the right places and you hated how she was right. You were insanely close.

And as you were thinking it, the wave of pleasure hit you hard, your juices floating out of you and onto Alcina’s fingers.

“God you’re beautiful when you orgasm”

She pulled your face back to her own and kissed you deeply, letting you ride your orgasm out. She pulled her fingers out slowly and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watched her, feeling your heart beat faster at the sight. How could that sight be so hot?

“Enjoying the view?”, she asked with a smirk on her face and you let out a chuckle shaking your head.

“Shut up”

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can i get angst 47 with gibbs 👁👁

Bruises

gif is not mine

Paring: Gibbs x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, angst, crying, comforting, abusive relationship, cursing, mentions of injuries from abuse

Prompt: "You flinched"

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I laid on the ground, not having enough energy to stand up. I couldn't move, and God did it hurt to breathe. Probably a bruised rib, would definitely have some bruises to add to the collection.

Hopefully nothing bad enough to send me to the hospital. The last time I did that, well it was just really bad, and Darren was pissed. So pissed that when we got home, he beat me all over again.

Now I know what you're thinking. What is a federal agent doing staying in an abusive relationship like this? Truth is, I had no idea. At first it was because I thought the beatings would eventually stop, but they didn't. And after realizing they would never stop, I tried to get out. But that only left to another hospital trip and threats. The threats were the only reason that I stayed.

Darren threatened a lot of things. He threatened to beat me so bad I couldn't move. To kill me. But the worst was that he threatened to hurt my team. He knew the whole team, he knew them really well. He worked at NCIS for God's sake, just not on Gibbs team. And that was enough for me to stick around.

Of course, it should be known that it wasn't always like this. Darren was a good guy in the beginning. He brought me flowers and took me out to nice restaurants. He made time for me, and I did the same for him. But then, he didn't get the open spot on Gibbs team. I did. And it all went downhill from there.

The bruises were getting extremely hard to hide. Turtlenecks and long pants were becoming my everyday wardrobe. Which wasnt the easiest thing to work in, but foundation was expensive, and Darren spent most of our money on alcohol or cigarettes. Whatever his weekly fix was. It was ... exhausting. The front I had put up in front of everyone was tearing me down, and people were starting to notice.

Tony and Ziva, who sat closest to me would send me a concerned glance each time I winced when moving. I blamed it on muscle pain, from working out so much.

Abby would see the amount of makeup I was wearing and would ask if I was okay. Of course she just thought I was insecure. She would always tell me that I was bueatiful and that I didn't need makeup. It warmed my heart each and every time she said it.

Palmer was concerned because he had caught one of my bruises. It was on my wrist and my sleeve had rolled up slightly. He had asked about it and I had told him the first lie that popped in my head. That I had fallen. He had taken me straight to Ducky to make sure that it was actually okay. Which is how Ducky got involved.

And then there was Gibbs. Gibbs didn't ask questions, he didn't push for answers, he didn't send me concerned glances. But I was certain he knew something. He didn't know what was actually going on, because he would beat the shit out of Darren if he knew. But he just seemed like he knew something. I knew that if I was going to go to anyone about my "issue", it would be him. Gibbs had been there for me since I had joined the team. And we both had spent plenty of late nights in the office talking. Me, avoiding going home to Darren and him not wanting to go back to his empty house.

Everyone had said that Gibbs was this hard man that never opened up and remained silent most of the time. But boy once he got talking, he never shut up. We talked about eveything. And sometimes nothing, just enjoying each others presence. And if I'm honest, I may have been developing feelings for the guy. But I could never do that, because Darren would probably kill him. And that scared me more than anything.

But life seemed okay. Atleast I was the only one getting hurt.

Of course until it all came crashing down. And it had just been a normal day.

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I sat at my desk, working on and endless stack of paperwork that came with each case. We had just wrapped one up, a good ending thankfully. The team was in high spirits, talking about going out to a bar tonight. But I knew Darren wouldn't have it. I had turned down the offer, instead opting to sit and do paperwork until I had to go home.

Everyone had left for the night, leaving me alone in the bullpen. My hand was a scribbling away, when I had felt the gentle tap of a hand against my shoulder. I should have been more careful, but I had thought it was Darren. So I flinched away from him and crossed my arms in front of my face.

"Y/n?" Gibbs. It was Gibbs. That was it. Just Gibbs. I instantly pulled my arms down and straightened up.

"H-hey Gibbs. What um, what can I do for you." He just stared at me, giving me the usual Gibbs glare.

"You flinched." I grimaced. Of course I did. I didn't want him to find out like this, but I guess this is how its gonna go.

"Um- I, I. Well you see Gibbs-" he cut me off.

"Is someone hittin ya?" He paused thinking, before remembering my oh so lovely boyfriend. "That son of a bitch."

"Wait Gibbs. Its not what you think." But the damage was done. He was going through everything in his mind. My clothes, the grimaces everytime I jerked around, the excuses, the late nights avoiding going home. It all made sense to him now.

"Take off your shirt." My eyes grew wide.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." There was no avoiding this, he wasn't letting me off easily. I took a deep breath before grabbing the bottom of my turtleneck and bringing it over my head. His breath hitched when he saw the bruises that littered my skin.

"My god y/n." He shook his head, running the rough pads of his fingers up and down my arms. "Gonna kill him." And he stood back up, turning quickly before stomping towards the elevator. I slipped my shirt back on and ran after him, but he was already gone. I hurried down to the parking garage and jumped in my car speeding off.

He was gonna kill him. Although who would kill who, I didn't know.

I broke just about every speeding law on the way to my house. When I got there, the door was kicked open and yelling was coming from inside the house.

"Gibbs!" I shouted, running as fast as I could. I walked in the door and gasped. There was glass littering the floor, and picture frames scattered across the ground. I walked further in the house and found them in my kitchen. Gibbs on top of Darren, repeatedly punching him in the face.

"Gibbs! Stop!" I ran to him, pulling him off of Darren. "Stop, he isn't worth it." I pulled Gibbs up by his arm and dragged him away. But he wasn't finished.

"Ya ever go near her again, you're gonna wish you were dead. We'll come back for her stuff, you better not be here when we do." I wanted to cry, to scream, to shout. But I held it in, grabbing Gibbs more forcefully and dragging him back outside.

Once outside, we hopped in his car, and he began driving back to his house. Saying I was grateful was an understatement. Grateful that it was finally over. That maybe I could sleep at night now without worrying about waking up to another beating.

The ride was driven in silence, and soon we were at his house. He got out of the car and walked inside, leaving me out here by myslef. I walked in after him.

I found him in the the kitchen pouring a glass of Bourbon. I came up behind him hugging him.

"Thank you." He froze for a minute before turning in my grasp and brining me into a tight hug. And thats what started the tears. We stood there as I cried into his chest for what felt like forever. Until he finally pulled away and cupped my face.

"Ya didn't deserve any of that. Don't know what happened, or when it started. But ya didn't deserve any of it. You are beautiful and loved and noone should ever have to be treated the way you were." He paused and I began rambling out whatever words came to my mind.

"It was you. I stayed because he threatened you. He said he would hurt you and the team and I couldn't let him." He leaned his forehead against mine. The tears pouring steadily down my face, sobs racking by body.

"Shh, shh. Sweetheart its okay." He leaned in slightly, our lips brushing slightly. And then he leaned in the rest of the way, kissing me into he most gentle way he could. So much different than the bruising kisses that Darren would give me. He broke away after a second.

"Dont know if your ready for it, but I love ya." He said softly. "We can do this, if you want. At your own pace. I just want to show you whats its like to be loved the right way." I nodded.

"I might need some time. But I love you too... Jethro." He smiled.

"Take all the time you need. But m'not leaving your side." I giggled softly as he brought me into another hug. And I stood there whispering thank yous and I love yous until we headed off to bed. I hadn't felt this safe in a long time, and I never wanted to let this feeling go.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this one. I'm really enjoying writing for Gibbs. Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! Im so sorry if I don't get to your request! If you would like an idea of what to request, here is my prompt list, and if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

[nothingtolosebutweight]

Heaven's just a Sin away

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An embarrassingly long time ago @heavenlymorals put this request in my DMs and here we are. In the end, I am somewhat satisfied with the result, even though it is quite rudimentary due to my lack of knowledge about religions. It's not quite what you wished for, but it's something 😋

I loved their religious discussions so much in the show and maybe you can write one of your own? Like Ivar and Heahmund discussing their respective afterlives or why they celebrate their faith as they do (communions, sacrifice, etc...). I think it's worth a shot, so if you take my request, I hope you have fun.

| Paring: Ivar the Boneless x Bishop Heahmund | Words: ~5700 [AO3] | Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Scars, Mention of self-inflicted injuries, Intimacy between two men, Blasphemy, Cheesiness | Summary: Driven by his affection for Ivar, Heahmund repeatedly plunges head over heels into the sea of sins, only to drown in his feelings of guilt immediately afterward, asking God for forgiveness for his actions. His inner conflict is also reflected in his battered appearance. A circumstance that doesn't please the young prince at all. | Credits: @underragingwaves made this wonderful Gif of Ivar. Thanks for letting me use it ♥♥

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The coolness of the night had settled over them, robbing their previously glowing bodies of the heat that had formed between them. Like two firestones, they had rubbed against each other, creating sparks that danced together in the heated air until they merged and burned up in a passionate explosion. 

Silence has invaded the room, which not long ago was filled with pleasurable sounds, sinful moans, and whispers of tender words. Heartbeats were slowing down. Bodies that were tightly embraced were now separated, leaving a void.

A shiver ran over Ivar's naked body, leaving a delicate trail of goosebumps. Drowsily, he groped for the end of his thick blanket made of different kinds of furs and pulled it over his lower body to prevent further chilling. A glance to the left, at the naked back that presented itself to him, made his eyes well up with longing.

Ivar wouldn't say it out loud even under threat of the worst kind of torture, but he longed to be held. Especially now, right after sex. After he had made himself so vulnerable by letting another man dominate him, enjoying every second of it. He longed for loving touches, for reassurance.

The cold of the approaching winter was easy to bear. The young prince had enough furs to protect himself against the freezing temperatures that would soon hit Kattegat. But the cold that now prevailed in the room, and which had its origin in the man lying next to him, crept deeper into his bones. This one caused a shiver that left no pleasant feeling, no rising desire, but an uncomfortable squeeze around his heart.

Ivar should have gotten used to it by now, for it was always the same spectacle. 

Only moments ago, he could have sworn that Heahmund was the embodied fire giant Surt. At home in regions of immense heat and fire, which was evident in the eager, impetuous touches that traveled all over Ivar's body, leaving a trail of burning skin wherever they went. Heahmund's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, possessive yet gentle, always careful not to inflict pain that wouldn't subsequently turn into pleasure.

Where his hands were not, Ivar felt hot lips feasting on his body, kissing, nibbling, biting. It made him tremble and moan loudly until his mouth was sealed and a heated tongue invaded him, robbing him of the air he needed to breathe. All of this happened while the giant's burning and pulsating sword penetrated deep into him, piercing not only deeper and deeper into his body, but also into his soul.

The transition from blazing flames to freezing cold was always rapid. As soon as his bishop crashed down from the peak of his high, spurting his seed deep inside him with his voice cracking and his breath brushing hotly against the hollow of his neck, he turned into a frost giant. It was as if all the embers in him had faded into nothingness. As if discharging his sword had triggered his personal Ragnarok, leaving Heahmund burned out and unable to summon even the tiniest spark of emotion.

Each time anew his perfect warrior fought his own battle after they shared their desire. Perhaps the hardest of his life. He turned away, unable to look at him any longer, as if they hadn't just clung to each other like two drowning men, being swayed by the endless waves of their lust.

Ivar hadn't yet given up hope that Heahmund would one day be able to break this cycle, but with this weakness he also allowed himself to be hurt again and again by the other man's rejection.

With a sigh that had risen deep from the core of his being, Ivar turned on his side, facing Heahmund's back. He moved a little closer to the body he admired so much and in whose warmth and scent he wanted to linger a little longer. The almost perfectly round moon was enough of a light source for the prince to see the fine muscles which stretched across the pale skin of his favorite Englishman. 

What was equally emphasized by the bright glow were the numerous scars that stretched across Heahmund's back and upper arms. Some were still accented by a contrasting dark red crust, others were only visible through the shadows cast by the thicker healed skin, while others were already barely visible. Either they had not been deep enough to do much damage, or they had already faded over time, like memories that had sunk into the emptiness. No longer accessible.

Nevertheless, Ivar could still see those scars in his mind's eye. He still knew exactly where they had been. Too often he had traced them with his fingertips, his lips, or his tongue to be able to forget them. All the imperfections had burned themselves deeply into his memory. For him, they were like a map on which reminders were marked like treasures. Only that they were anything but jewels or gems.

Ivar knew where most of the scars originated from. They were not inflicted on Heahmund during battle. Scars won in glorious combats testified to strength, to being victorious. Ivar himself was proud of the few he had acquired in that way, but the ones that covered his legs in great numbers, he despised.  For those, he was rather ashamed. They were nothing more than testimonies to his limitations, nothing that filled him with pride.

The same goes for the scars on Heahmund's back. They didn't testify to glory either, even if they were evidence of a battle. One that took place inside the bishop's mind and soul and one that seemingly was impossible to win. This was the reason why Ivar didn't find them as attractive as all the other scars that had been inflicted on the body before him. In his eyes, they were a hurtful reminder that Heahmund would probably never be fully committed to him. The thought that what they shared was wrong, would not leave his mind anytime soon. 

Heahmund’is devotion to his chosen God was too strong for that. So was the burden of sin that the Christian tried to drain out of himself with these self-inflicted wounds. Not only had he given himself over to carnal desires, which in itself was an act against God. No, he had done it with another man, and on top of that, he had enjoyed it. That was obvious, considering the sounds of pleasure that Heahmund had not been able to hold back. 

For Ivar, there was nothing that felt more right than to let himself be swept away underneath his English warrior, to surrender to him in complete bliss. That is why it pained the young Viking when he discovered fresh wounds, as he did now. It felt as if the injury had been added to his own body. His heart became heavy because he knew that the tearing of the skin was a sign that Heahmund's innermost being was also torn. Moreover, he was pretty certain that new wounds would be added by tomorrow evening as well. In this regard, Heahmund was predictable.

Giving in to his inner urge for closeness, Ivar let his fingertips dance feather-light over the battered skin. Carefully, he brushed over the marks, earning a humming and a breathy "Don't." as a signal that Heahmund didn't want to be touched at the moment. At least not by him.

Ivar didn't let that stop him. He would just take what he needed today. That was his right. After all, he was a prince and ruled over a large territory. He owned everything from the coast in the north to the mountains in the west, the fertile fields in the south, and the forests in the east. Having the simplest of his desires taken from him, in his own bed chamber, was out of the question today.

Therefore, Ivar did not retreat, but rather moved a bit closer to Heahmund out of sheer defiance. Sleepily closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against the bishop’s shoulder, inhaling deeply. The still-warm skin beneath him exuded the seductive scent of sweet desire that resulted from their recent union. On his lips, which were slightly swollen from all the kisses they had shared before, the prince perceived a faint salty taste. He let his tongue slide out to taste more of it, brushing Heahmund's shoulder while doing so. Prompted by the gossamer touch, he opened his lips wider and kissed the spot with his mouth open.

A hushed whisper broke the silence in the room. Ivar didn't understand the words exactly. They were pronounced too vaguely and in a language that he didn't fully grasp yet. But he had no need to comprehend their meaning to know that Heahmund was speaking to his god.

Tender kisses met old scars and new wounds, causing their bearer to tremble as if they were being inflicted anew at that very moment. Heahmund's prayer became louder, his plea to God more insistent.

"Deliver me, O Lord. Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sins are covered. In the glory of daylight, your hand was heavy upon me, guiding me in my righteous path, but by night the devil persuaded me... again. Therefore, I ask you to wash me clean of my guilt. Purify me from my sin."

The words could now be heard more clearly and even though the meaning and the words themselves were foreign to Ivar, he managed to understand fragments. Heahmund was always babbling something about sin, about the devil he accused him to be. In the end, he just needed a scapegoat to explain to himself why he went to Ivar's bed chamber every night when he knew better and, more importantly, intended to do better. An excuse was needed to answer tantalizing questions. Why he couldn't resist the temptation. Why he had to touch him, kiss him, conquer him in the most gentle way. They united driven by love and the need for closeness that went beyond the normally achievable. They wanted to become one, to let their own beings collapse in order to merge into each other, but this simple explanation was not sufficient for Heahmund to explain and accept his sinfulness.

For the former bishop, it had to be some evil doing that made him weak in his knees. Ivar assumed that this belief was easier for him to bear than the truth. To admit to himself that everything he had believed in up to now, everything he had based his life on, everything he had wanted to die for, suddenly no longer made sense, would rob him of his identity. 

Ivar saw this dilemma. He understood it and therefore often kept silent. Said nothing to the multiplying scars and the dismissive attitude of his beloved. For the sake of Heahmund's remaining peace of mind. He didn't want to see him broken, but he also didn't want to let himself be broken by the fact that what was so important to him was devalued as abhorrent by the very man with whom he shared everything he held dear.

Today, however, he couldn't remain silent. His own chest hurt too much.

Just a few minutes ago, he had felt as if he were being carried into the sky by Valkyries. The impact on the ground of reality afterward was too agonizing for him to hold back the scream that rose from his innermost being.

Propped up on his forearm, Ivar leaned over the still praying man, looking down at him, taking in the view of Heahmund’s bewildered expression. Unable to bear the sight for long, Ivar nestled nose-first back into Heahmund's still slightly sweaty neck, running his fingers through the jet-black hair. He felt the dampness against his skin, saw some strands glistening in the moonlight. All this made him think back to the powerful and yet prudent movements with which his strong warrior had driven him out of his mind, had driven him into the arms of the Valkyries. Heahmund had let himself be guided by his passion, had given in to his heated lust, only to regret it all within the blink of an eye. Ivar could not understand it.

"Don't," Heahmund whispered anew. This time with more emphasis, interrupting his prayer or, as Ivar saw it, his whining.

With a jerk, Ivar's right hand grabbed part of the short hair he had lovingly tousled through earlier. Heahmund's head was jerked and he was forced to look at the young Viking.

"Don't whine to other pathetic gods while you're lying in my bed still smelling of the deification you bestowed upon me just moments ago." Despite the taunt in his statement, his voice was gentle, not mocking. Ivar ran his lips over Heahmund's ear, encircling the earlobe. "And rightly so," he breathily hushed. "I am the only God you should pray to... and fortunately for you, I am a merciful one, too."

Heahmund had no sense of humor. At least not when it came to gods. This was evident in the grim expression with which he let the caresses wash over him, listening to the words that for him were the purest form of blasphemy.

"There is only one God and it is certainly not you," he forced out between his otherwise compressed lips.

"I am one," Ivar said out of conviction. "I am a descendant of Odin, the All-Father, and I would be a much more righteous god. One who would appreciate the bloodlust and temperament of true warriors, who would not put them in senseless chains and rob them of their true nature. I would consider it a tribute when people indulge in their carnal desires in my name. I would bless them for it. Only those who do not follow their urges would sin." Ivar put a finger to Heahmund's lips when he saw he was about to speak. To his surprise, this actually made the Englishman hold his words further, even though they were surely already on Heahmund's tongue, ready to be blurted out. It was obvious from the Christian's tense posture that what was said upset him, that he had the internal impulse to argue against it.

 "Doesn't that sound like a God that would fit you so much better, my love?" 

A barely perceptible shake of the head was the first reaction that Ivar interpreted as a response. Because he still held Heahmund by the hair, the warrior could not vehemently deny by this gesture. The prince loosened his grip and also withdrew his finger, but not without once again tracing the contours of Heahmund's lips, wishing he could still his thirst by touching them again with his. They were so seductively close, but Ivar knew that just now was not the right moment.

"It sounds merely like the delusional beliefs of a deluded boy who has spent his life so far under the influence of false gods. Who has lacked the light of God as a guide. It just sounds like a lazy excuse not to follow the right path to make things easy for oneself.  Christ already is a merciful god. He forgives, knows about people's mistakes. He allows them to develop their potential, to realize the truth in their hearts," Heahmund spoke, while turning his head to the side to look at the boy behind him. "But I am not surprised that you, the devil, speak so lightly about such things, that you try to seduce me further with such simple words."

Ivar backed away a little, allowing Heahmund to turn toward him a bit more. He saw this as a small victory, that the bishop was willing to look at him again, making eye contact and thus establishing a connection between them, which until just now had been withdrawn from him.

"Ahh~ right, I'm the devil. You remind me so often and yet I keep forgetting." Ivar laughed softly after his words, finding Heahmund's accusation ridiculous as always. "Aren't you sinning again by telling lies?"

Heahmund narrowed his eyes, looking angrily at Ivar. This sight sent a shiver down the young prince's spine. He loved it when his lover took on those animalistic features. It testified to his inner fire.

"I'm not telling any lies." Heahmund looked directly into Ivar's eyes. Longer than necessary, and longer than it was good for him. He seemed to search for some kind of knowledge in them, a missing piece he longed to obtain.

He didn't have to say it for Ivar to understand what made him pause in wonder. The boy felt it in his joints, in the stiffness of his leg muscles. It was not a particularly bad day. The pain was tolerable, but significantly more intense than on good ones. The whites of his eyes were certainly a touch more bluish as a result. Ivar could only imagine that this often-occurring discoloration contributed to his Bishop's conviction that he was an inhuman being pretending to be something he was not. His current stare spoke of this.

"The devil always comes in disguise," Heahmund lowered his voice as if his next words were meant only for him, "Usually as the most beautiful creature to make it almost impossible to withdraw from his claws. In this way, he lures mankind into perdition, me into damnation." Although he had previously avoided contact with Ivar at all costs, Heahmund now laid a hand on his prince's cheek, as he could no longer resist touching him.

Carefully, he stroked his thumb over the prominent cheekbone, stopped at the hairline, and brushed back, only to start closer under the eye the next time, tracing its contour just as gently. The tender gesture made Ivar close his eyes, a sweet smile on his lips.

For Heahmund, it was as if he was under a spell as soon as he looked at Ivar. He considered himself a strong-willed person, but in this one area, all the prayers, drills, and all the punishments that followed did not help him to get better or wiser. Again and again, the magic emanating from the boy in front of him caught up with him. Proved to him repeatedly what a fool he was.

At first, he didn't really listen to the snippets of conversation he picked up here and there. He was not interested in how the villagers talked about Ivar's mother, the former queen. But at the latest when he understood the meaning of the word Vǫlva, his interest in learning more about it had increased. Apparently, she was said to be a witch, and it was rumored that she had enchanted the famous Ragnar Lothbrok to be by his side and shine in his glory. Heahmund had no doubt that this gift must have been passed on to Ivar. His weakness to resist him; his desire to be near him; touch him; elicit sweet sounds from him simply had to be because of that. He could not allow himself any other explanations. He preferred to rest his tortured mind in the flimsy stories of the common people.

Their conversation quieted for a moment, silence enveloping them in a smooth cloak. Ivar felt the questioning looks on him, but he didn't let them bother him. In his mind, Heahmund's last words still echoed in his head. They embarrassed him, but touched him just as deeply. He had never thought himself beautiful, nor had others ever made him feel that he was special to them - except for his mother, so the fact that his favorite person saw it that way made his heart skip a beat.

Only a heavy sigh made him open his eyes again. As soon as his eyelids opened, Ivar was confronted with bright, silvery eyes that still looked at him critically, yet so full of emotions. Ivar became aware that Heahmund was still trying to make sense of his situation. That he was still trying to tell himself lies that would explain his actions. His bishop needed a culprit, and something supernatural like the devil seemed to serve him just fine.

"You long for the blessing of your God, chasing after false ideals which you blindly follow.  But what you don't see is that you don't even need that blessing anymore." Ivar brought his hand to rest on Heahmund's, which still lingered on his cheek, and squeezed it lightly. "You are already blessed by my love. What more do you need, huh?"

Gasping aloud in indignation that Ivar had once again dared to belittle his faith and depict himself as a god, Heahmund withdrew his hand from under the prince's and turned back onto his back in a hasty movement. His gaze slid up to the ceiling and focused there on the fine irregularities created by the use of thatch and turf.  "You don't know what you're talking about at all. Blessed...as if you would know what that even means. Just listening to such nonsensical, ridiculing words is tantamount to a sin."

"Then just kiss me and I'll shut up. It's that simple."

Heahmund's gaze was instantly directed to the full lips in front of him, whose delicate rosy color was only partially visible in the faint moonlight. Unconsciously, he pulled his own lips inward, biting his lower lip in suppressed pleasure. He would only too gladly comply with Ivar's suggestion, knowing that kissing him was incomparable to anything he had experienced so far. He had never been a big fan of this intimate gesture, had rarely been tempted to share his breath with another person. With Ivar, it was the complete opposite. He literally craved for it, but was painfully aware that it was wrong to even think about the sweet taste that still lingered on his lips and tongue. 

As to not be tempted further, he looked back at the ceiling, searching for the crack he had just stared at. "I would sin again in doing so." 

"That even kissing is a sin is so ridiculous." Ivar sighed out in frustration. All those rules of Christianity gave him headaches on a regular basis. He didn't understand how people could voluntarily live with all these restrictions that took the fun out of life.

"I am a man of God who is here on earth to convey his sacred words and live a humble life. I should not give in to these base desires, but lead by good example. Therefore, I should not lie with a heathen, and certainly not with another man. You know that." After all, it wasn't the first time they spoke about this topic. Heahmund turned his head, letting his gaze slide once again from the ceiling back to Ivar. A mistake, he realized. Those bright blue eyes, additionally illuminated by the moon, bored into his and held him captive.

"Yeah yeah, spare me more details." Ivar couldn't hear it anymore. Even if he had asked himself, he had grown tired of this topic minutes ago. "I just don't understand why you let yourself be so restricted. How everything you say can make sense to you. It doesn't fit the strong warrior that you are."

"That I don't want to be tortured in hell for all eternity? Not to be able to see God's magnificent face with my own eyes when he welcomes me to heaven?" For Heahmund there was nothing more obvious as to why he tried so hard to be a good Christian. "I don't understand either how you can be so stubborn as not to see the truth. I want to save you, bring you salvation, but you refuse to be rescued." The thought that he himself was doomed to go to hell already frightened him greatly, but to know that the same fate awaited Ivar was almost unbearable to him.

With his index finger, Ivar began to glide over Heahmund's chest, drawing invisible lines, which only for him resulted in runes in his head. He averted his eyes from the icy ones, concentrating on what he was doing, but then he suddenly paused and looked up again. "Perhaps I should indeed convert."

Two fingers found their way under the prince's chin, gently lifting it to lure the boy closer. "Are you serious?" Hope resonated in his voice. Perhaps, Heahmund thought, he was doing something right here after all. If he managed to spread his faith and convince a high-ranking heathen, albeit in a scandalous way, maybe he was on the right path nevertheless?

Ivar smiled mischievously. "Yes. I should become a Christian like you. A bad one." His boyish smile turned into a wicked giggle. Self-satisfied. "I would do nothing but sin all day long, waiting to go to hell to celebrate all the good things that seem to happen there. The more I hear of this place, the more I want to go there myself." 

"Hell is no joke!" Heahmund grunted angrily, incredulous at having been so deceived. The two fingers under Ivar's chin tightened their grip, making the Viking feel the anger his words had produced. 

"But your belief is!" Ivar replied dryly, his voice thick with defiance. "It has so many ridiculous rules and prohibitions. Everything that is fun is forbidden. To me, living by your rules sounds like something that could describe my personal hell. So, how can you fear this place more than your current way of living your life? With all that regret, the whining about the most natural things? To me, it feels as if one has to punish oneself for needing to pee, to breathe."

"Hell is a cruel place. Unimaginable things happen there. It is not a place to joke about lightly. Not even as a heathen should you speak of it so carelessly, Ivar." Just the thought of that place made Heahmund wince; the hair on his arms and neck stood up. He didn't want to think about it in more detail, but Ivar refused to let it go.

"Tell me about it." Ivar was curious, but most of all he just enjoyed it when Heahmund talked. Even if it was stories about his faith, which he himself often found ridiculous, he liked the way the man next to him spoke about it. So euphoric, convinced. There was something attractive about it, and Ivar loved to tease him about it as well. It also ensured that Heahmund would not turn away from him again. Letting him talk made sure he stayed with him. In the present.

The former bishop sighed in defeat. He let go of Ivar's chin and let his fingers brush over the boy's cheek again until they disappeared into his long hair, tracing circles there. "It is a place full of the blackest darkness, for not even God's glorious light, which otherwise surrounds everything, can immerse into the pitch-black nothingness that exists there. The screams of the damned who are burned for all eternity, whose skin peels off piece by piece, and into which the demons sink their teeth to feast on their burnt flesh, are the only sounds that exist there. A mixture of all the pleading and screaming blends together. It is a place of suffering and torment from which there is no escape. One is separated from God. From the glory of his might. It is a small price to pay to live one's earthly life according to God's written words to escape damnation."

"That still sounds like a place to my liking," Ivar said, pursing his lips into a grin. "For my legs, this place is certainly comfortable. So much warmth. No cold to eat into my bones and cause me pain. But how can it be the darkest darkness I can imagine when there's fire?" 

Heahmund kept quiet for a moment, pondering whether he should continue to engage in this discussion. Even though he had just been tricked, he knew that Ivar had no honest interest in the intricacies of his religion. He just needed material to make fun of, to expose discrepancies. "This is not a fire to warm yourself by. Like the cold, it tugs at your body, engulfing you in miserable agony in an ever-recurring cycle. You would miss the cold of your winters here as soon as you experienced even a fraction of that flesh-burning heat."  Propping himself up on one arm, he reached for the thick furs to make sure Ivar's legs were covered by them, that he was warm and comfortable. Although he was a little incensed, he still didn't want harm to come to the prince, who was still looking at him smiling impishly.

While they were talking, Ivar had again begun to draw invisible runes over Heahmund's chest area. When his bishop rose, he had to interrupt this for a moment. His hand slipped to his lover's firm belly, where he let it rest for the moment. "Thank you," he said in a gentle tone, touched by the fact that the usually aloof man was so genuinely concerned for his well-being that he had to make sure his legs were not exposed to the cold. 

To really thank him, Ivar decided to stop teasing. He didn't want this conversation to degenerate into a heated discussion. Not when he was just longing for sleep. 

"Let us make a pact, Heahmund. I won't need to long for the heat of hell if I'm not deprived of the place whose warmth I usually feast on, which envelops me, infiltrates me deeply, and not only warms my body, but floods my whole being with rays as warm as those of the sun." Ivar took the opportunity to rest his head on Heahmund's chest as the older let himself sink back into the pillow. His arm wrapped around the strong upper body of the Englishman, over whose heart Ivar placed his palm.

"What kind of place shall this be?" Heahmund asked in puzzlement, not sure what he had to do with it and how he could keep this deal. For a moment he hesitated, but then he also wrapped his arm around Ivar, running his fingers through the long, loose hair.

"It's right here. Close to you, by your side in an embrace. This place is the most sacred for me. I would even give up my place in Valhalla if only I could bathe in your warmth, your love for all eternity." Once again, Ivar changed his position slightly, lifting his head to look at Heahmund. Automatically he returned the smile that appeared on the lips of his warrior. Although there was hardly any space between them, Ivar tried to slide a little closer to his beloved, happy to be so close to him. It was rare that they fell asleep in such close intimacy, that the Christian allowed this to happen.

Heahmund surrendered. How could he deny his prince this wish when he smiled at him with such a pure expression and looked at him with such soulful eyes? He had no chance against the feelings that raged within him. "Then I will not deprive you of it...for this night at least."

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"Promise me that you won't sneak off to punish yourself in the morning either. I hate to see those unnecessary wounds on your body. There is no reason for that. Isn't love the purest of all feelings? You shouldn't have to feel guilty about it."

Heahmund felt strangely called out by the mention of love. It was such a meaningful word, which held so much power. His hand tenderly stroked the muscular arm that had wrapped around his chest, sliding along it until it reached the fingers which he intertwined with his.

Silence returned, letting Heahmund indulge in his thoughts. It was not long before he heard Ivar's steady breathing and could be sure that at least he was asleep. The cracks in the ceiling once again caught his attention, as if he could find an answer from his God in them about how to align his heart with his faith.

"I love you, my prince," Heahmund whispered, driven by his inner need to verbalize this emotion in a protected environment. Tormented, he closed his eyes, fervently hoping that God would leave him unobserved for a few hours, or at least that he wouldn't judge him even if his watchful eyes rested on him. Despite this worry that gnawed at him, he also felt strangely at ease. The warm body that nestled against him gave him a feeling of security. Something whose soothing effect he would not have thought possible before he met Ivar. With him, it had this impact.

His lips were resting against Ivar's forehead, letting little kisses follow, spreading wherever he could reach. The small hope that there was some truth in Ivar's words, that love was the holiest of feelings and that there was nothing wrong with what he was doing, flooded his mind. Perhaps, he allowed himself to think, this was his true calling. To find love and enjoy it. To fill his heart with this incredible feeling that made everything else pale into insignificance.

It sounded so tempting, and yet he failed to find refuge in that concept.

When the first rays of sunlight woke him from his slumber after a few hours of sleep, the urge to repent was still as overwhelming as before. Ivar's weight on his chest was still palpable, but much more suffocating was the guilt and blame that washed over him. Those feelings took his breath away, and made it difficult for him to remain rational.

Carefully, so as not to wake Ivar, who was still sleeping peacefully, he detached himself from the boy's clutch. Standing in front of the bed, putting on his informal clothes, he looked once again at the bed, glancing at the carefree face of his sweet devil. Heahmund could not deny that he was sinning again at that very moment by feeling envy. Envy of Ivar's carefreeness.

Heahmund could not suppress the urge to purify himself and so his feet carried him out into the forest, towards the dense undergrowth that he had already used several times for this purpose. He had to face his sinful behavior and make amends for it. In the end, heaven was just a sin away. This purification by his own blood, running over the sweet layer of sweat that smelled like the forbidden fruit, was his only salvation.

He was a sinner who prayed in tears for God's forgiveness.

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do you trust me?

Paring: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 3708

Warning: Lots and lots and lots of touching because Din is getting a massage. Blindfold. Handjob. A sort of foot/hand fetish if you like squint...really really squint.

Summary: It's been a while since Mando came for a massage but things get heated when he asks you for a favor...

A/N: Ok so there was this one anon message I was writing a fic for yesterday when I lost the 1.5K words and it was something along the lines of "imagine Din frequenting your massage parlor and you're a masseuse" so I added a little twist to it because Shy!Din who doesn't want to cross that line until he's 1000% sure you're okay with it does something to me so here you go. I hope you enjoy it people and I'm sorry I lost your message anon. I'll reblog with the taglist later. This is not beta'd!!

You can’t help but smile when your boss comes in and tells you that one of the regulars was asking if you were available for him today. You know who she’s referring to but still tell her that he should be serviced soon since he probably doesn’t have that much time. When she tells you that he specifically asked for you, you tell her that you’ll take him up in the next slot.

It was strange to have someone like the Mandalorian come in for a massage. His people weren’t necessarily known for letting their guard down, especially in an establishment like this. But you felt a sense of pride every time he came in. Granted it was every once in a while, but you enjoyed those sessions immensely. You remember how weird and intimidating it was when he first walked into your room. You couldn’t see a single inch of his skin and you wondered why he would come into a massage parlor when he wasn’t allowed to take off his clothes. He’d quickly explained to you that it was only his helmet that he couldn’t take off. It was a little sad though because for those first few times, he only ever took off his beskar armor. You told him that you would unfortunately not be able to use any of the oils on him since he chose to keep his clothes on and he nodded in understanding.

But then something shifted in the dynamic between the two of you and over the span of a few cycles, Mando, as you liked to call him, began to strip off his layers. You never questioned him about his decisions, ensuring to follow his lead and tell him that he was very much in control of what happened in the room. But as patient as you were, you couldn’t help but feel guilty because maker, why couldn’t he just take off his clothes? It was the most mind-boggling thing you’ve ever experienced. You had adonis on your table come in every day, but just seeing his arms and his waist had your mouth watering. It was pathetic too because no matter how many times you saw him, your heart still skipped a beat when you touched him.

As you finish with your current client and prepare the room, you remind yourself to try and be on your best behavior for his sake. It took the man almost five months to finally feel comfortable enough with you and take off his shirt so you couldn’t go and destroy all of that work. When you’ve set everything up and replaced the candles, you walk out and head towards the front desk. You don’t have to glance around for too long. It’s hilarious how much he stands out next to everyone. As soon as you look at him, Mando’s posture changes and he sits up, his hands clasping his knees as he waits for you to nod at him. You ignore his rigid attitude and whisper something to your boss, smiling back when she turns to Mando and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” You call after him and watch as he stands up and struts towards you. No matter how many times you saw him walk, it’s always a little intimidating when you’re at the receiving end of such a powerful hunter.

“You could have been on your merry way Mando.” You say as you lead him through the hallways. “That’s not how I see it mesh’la.” You stop and turn around to look at him, narrowing your eyes when he almost bumps into you and mirrors your stance. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” You think he’s looking past you when he responds and rings his fingers nervously. “You don’t have all day.” The curt comment lets you know he isn’t going to answer your question and you shake your head before you continue to walk towards your room. Before you unlock it, he clears his throat and grabs your wrist to stop you from going any further.

“I- I can come back later, if you’re already booked for today.” You’re a little surprised by his comment but you shrug your shoulders and push the door open for him. “I cleared my schedule just for you so you better not change your mind now.” He turns away from you and stares at the floor before he steps into the room and you let out a breath when he begins to take off his weapons and place them on the corner table.

As you shut the door and move towards the table with the oils and towels, you’re met with a silence like never before. Thinking that he was probably not in the mood to chat, you shut your eyes and count back from ten to calm your nerves. You could do this.

But then you turn around a couple of minute later and you almost drop the bottles of oils when you see Mando’s state of dress. He’s standing in front of the table, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, staring at you through his visor.

You can’t do this.

“Is- is this okay?” Mando asks and you clear your throat quickly before moving the oils to the massage table. “Y-yeah of course. As long as you’re comfortable. Like I said, I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything.”

“I know…I- I trust you.”

Those three words do little to calm your nerves and you look up at him as soon as the admission registers in your brain. You aren’t sure if it was normal to react this strongly to such a simple declaration but you turn away from him to give him some privacy as he hopped onto the table.

“Can I ask you something mesh’la?”

“Hmm.”

“Do- do you trust me?” His question catches you off guard yet again and you tilt your head at the odd timing of it before you nod. “Of course Mando!”

“Then can you do me a favor?” You hope he’s about to ask you what you’ve been silently craving for months but then he brings out a simple cloth and you’re confused.

“I would like to feel…relaxed, and this helmet makes it difficult to- to…I can’t take it off in front of anyone. I understand if this is too much but if you don’t mind, could you maybe-” You know what he’s asking as soon as he brings up the helmet and without missing a beat, you walk around and take it out of his hand.

“Sure, but I won’t be able to see if I’m doing something that you don’t like. I tend to read body language but this will be more difficult, so you’ll need to speak up. Deal?” You wait until he gives you his confirmation before you return to table. As soon as you see him move to lay down, you turn around and wait until he’s comfortable before you raise the blindfold to your eyes. Mando watches as you twist it tightly around your eyes before you tie it, waving his hands several times in front of you to make sure that you don’t see him.

“Ok, I can’t see anything so…um, hand me the urn with the light-yellow oil please?” You call to him and force yourself to stay quiet when he takes your hand in his and places the urn between your palms. You thank him and wait until he tells you that you can begin. As you test the temperature of the oil, you hear a soft hissing sound coming from the top of the table and you stop your movement when you hear Mando setting down the helmet on the floor.

“Just umm, let me know when I can begin yeah?”

“Go ahead mesh’la, I’m ready for you.”

It never occurred to you that he might sound different without the vocoder and you grip the urn tightly as his voice rings through your ears. It was much deeper and hoarse than you thought it would be and for a moment, you wish you could hear it as he whispers the filthiest desires across your skin. But you bite your cheek and keep yourself under control as you step forward.

“Here, let me help you.” Without warning, Mando grabs your hand and rests it on his chest, and you think that this is probably the moment where you die of sheer sexual frustration.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Mando as you bring the urn above your head and begin to slowly pour the oil across of his chest and stomach. You vaguely feel his arms moving but you say nothing and put the urn aside as you begin to spread the oil across his skin. No matter how many times you massage him, you always felt giddy touching him. He wasn’t exactly ripped per se but he was muscular enough for his job, with some softer muscles here and there.

As you dug your fingers into his skin, you hoped he wasn’t staring at you because you were sure your skin was flushing deeply the more you felt him twitch and flex beneath you. You could tell the past month or so has taken a toll on him because the more you kneaded and stretched his muscles, the louder his gasps and groans grew.

But then you passed over his nipples and you swore he was murmuring curses beneath his breath. Opting to just move on and not apologize, you dig your knuckles into his pectoral muscles and hold back from commenting on how solid they felt. As you move to his shoulder, you could tell that he really was in need of relaxing because there were too many knots in just a small area. Mando is keeping silent the entire time and you thank the maker that he was a usually a quiet guy because there was no way could survive hearing his voice for a long period of time.

Taking a deep breath, you pour some more oil on your hands before you take hold of his arm and begin to stretch it. Mando says nothing as you bend it and move your fingers across his biceps and if he flexes for you, it’s a completely unintentional reflex. When you reach his hand and push your fingers into his palm, Mando swears again, turning his full attention to you as you try to loosen his ligaments. You know you don’t need to spend that much time on his hands but you’ve always loved how much bigger and thicker they felt compared to yours. It also felt a little intimate feeling someone’s hand relaxing between yours, but you kept that bit of information to yourself, not wanting Mando to feel nervous around you.

You slowly walk around the table and apply the same attention to his chest and left arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were clenching your thighs together as you felt his fingers curl around your wrist as you massaged his forearm.

“Moving onto the legs so if there’s anything you’re not comfortable by, let me know.”

“Yeah,” you almost jump when you hear Mando’s response because…was his voice this deep earlier?

Deciding to just go for it, you twist the towel far enough until it reaches his thighs and begin to pour oil on his thick muscles. You swear he didn’t look this tall but you realize that perhaps the armor didn’t make him look big, just more intimidating. As you squeeze the flesh of his inner thighs, you hear his breathing become erratic and you stop for a second to give him a chance to say something. When he doesn’t, you return to the task at hand and try your hardest to not think of the appendage that was not too far from where you were touching him.

Fuck, this should not be turning you on this much.

You’re not sure what it is about this situation that’s making you this needy and you think that’s it’s perhaps the blindfold but you brush the thought aside immediately, knowing that your brain would not be shy from thinking of more inappropriate scenarios involving blindfolds and liquids should it wanted to.

Pretending you weren’t just daydreaming about the Mandalorian bending you over this table and fucking you into the next parsec, you move to the other side and attend to his other upper thighs. Maker, this man really as built like a hunter. Well, he was an actual hunter so-

“Where did you go?” Mando’s voice breaks you out of your haze and you take your hands off of him when you realize he may have actually been staring at you.

“S-sorry I was just- well, it’s nothing important. Never mind.” You smile embarrassingly at him before you move to his feet and spread them apart. Mando’s sudden intake of breath sends a panic down your back and you take your hands immediately off of him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! N-no, you’re…carry on.” He’s quite breathless as he speaks to you and furrow your eyebrows before you return to knead at his feet. And just like earlier, your thoughts take a turn for the worst when you notice just how large his feet were. They were much bigger than your own little hands and you think that maybe, just maybe, they might be proportional to his-

“That tickles,” Mando’s chuckle would have brought you to your knees had you been focusing on what he’s saying and you apologize before moving onto his other foot and finishing it quickly.

“Alright, turn for me Mando.” You tap his legs and wait for him to move, all the while trying to not think of him turning you around and spreading your legs to-

“Ready.” You silently curse him for always cutting off your train of thoughts but you bite your tongue and move to the other side of the table. Standing right in front of his head, you pour more oil on his back and attempt to ignore his whimpering which you were sure he wasn’t aware of. Once there is no more oil, you mirror your actions from earlier and dig you knuckles into his shoulder blades, finding the tense muscles and tendons much more difficult to relax than his front.

“Maker…you’ve been working hard haven’t you Mando?” You only get a small groan in return and you chuckle when you massage a particular spot that has him reaching out and grabbing on your legs.

“Oh…uhh please,” if it was possible to choke on air, you would have done so as soon as he moaned for you. This was not what you signed up for when you first woke up today, and you hated how much more relaxed he felt in your presence because the lower you moved down his back, the more confident his groans grew and before you knew it, he was whispering your name and speaking in his mother tongue. You weren’t sure if he was saying good or bad things, but from the way he was reacting to you, you had an idea of how he was feeling. And by the time you got to his calves, the man has pretty much melted underneath you.

As you finished up and moved away from the table so he could take his time to get up, you felt a strange haze wash over you. Something about the way he moaned your name along with expletives and maker knows what else had you wishing he could just muster up the courage to step over that line with you.

Slowly turning around, you wait until Mando begins to sit up before you speak up.

“I hope you don’t take too long before you visit again…it’s difficult to get you to loosen up when there’s so much pent-up energy.” You smile and hope he can tell that you’re joking with him, not realizing how much danger you were in just from being near him.

“It won’t help.”

You’re shocked by his response because he’s never actually insulted you before and you’re about to bite his head off when he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“M-mando wh-”

“It’s not going to help, because I still have a lot of pent-up energy mesh’la. And you’re the one to blame.”

It’s like a zap of lightening has struck you down because as you try to free yourself from his grasp, you accidently brush something beneath the towel he has around his waist, something that was tenting the fabric and making it much harder to the touch.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself to visit you for so long sweet girl, but I stop myself from pushing in the coordinates when I remember how good it felt to have you worshipping me with your hands, your strong, soft little hands that I dream of touching me elsewhere…where I need you, crave you, fucking burn for you.” His words are laced with promises that you’ve longed to hear from him and you don’t realize that he’s waiting for you to answer until his grip tightens around your waist and he pulls you in closer.

“Mando,” you whisper to him as you lean into his neck and before he can ask you again, you slowly leave a trail of kisses across his jaw and down his jugular, not caring for how rough you’re being as you descend down his chest and leave bitemarks across the beautiful skin of his broad torso. He’s already somehow a moaning mess underneath your touch and the more you lick and kiss him, the more needy his groans become.

“Please, let me.” You plead as you raise your lips until they’re brushing against his and as Mando slowly tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss, you dip your hand beneath his towel and firmly grasp his cock. Mando is distracted for a moment and he lunges into you when he feels how your warm hand massaging his dick. Although he normally doesn’t prefer any display of emotion, he can’t hold back from moaning your name as you slowly stroke his length. You’re not surprised by his size, but you’re a little shocked by how hot he runs and as you twist your palm around the bulging tip, Mando leans into you and shoves his tongue down your throat, making sure you don’t run away from him as he slips one arm around your back and keeps you as flush to him as possible.

The room is suddenly filled with the sounds of Mando’s heavy breathing and groaning, and you smile to yourself when you remember how desperate he said he was for you. You’re glad you weren’t the only one feeling such an intense neediness and it’s your turn to gasp when you dip your hand and grab his balls. Mando’s hold on you tightens and you’re sure he’s giving you bruises but you can’t find it in yourself to care because this monolith of a hunter was falling apart just from your hand.

You break the kiss and slowly push him down so he could lay on the table again and as he follows your lead, you smile down at him before you grab the oil and pour a little more of it on his dick. He twitches at the warm material but quiets down as soon as you bring two fingers and shove him in his mouth.

“Be quiet for me baby, don’t want the other clients to think they’ll be getting this treatment too.” Mando bites down on your fingers as he nods and you try to hold back from jumping on the table and sinking down on his cock.

Fuck, it felt like it was beautiful and you hoped that you’d get to see it at some point in the near future. But you were satisfied with what you had now and as you worked him closer to his orgasm, you wished you could see his facial expressions as he surrendered to you.

You could feel him buzzing with energy on the table, and you giggled when he stretched out and grabbed your leg to bring you closer to him.

“Please…oh fuck, please I-”

“Cum for me Mando…cum for me, let me taste you on my lips baby please. You’ve been so good to me, letting me take care of you and trusting me to keep your secret. Go ahead darling, and cum for me.” He suddenly sits up on his elbows and you let go of his mouth before grabbing his balls and massaging them until he fell over the edge. As he growled his release, you couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned down, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible as you sucked on him and tasted his seed. There was so much that you swallowed and you marveled at how much he still had as you continued to milk him dry. When he finally finished and fell to his back, you stroked him softly a few times before licking across his navel to clean him up.

As you stood next to him, you felt a little shy at what was to come. But Mando seemed to see you overthinking because he didn’t waste another minute, sitting up quickly and pulling you in his arms. You stood in between his legs and smiled when he leaned down and began to kiss across your eyes.

“You…you’ve been so good to me mesh’la.” He whispers hoarsely as he nips at your shoulder and you giggle when his scruff begins to tickle your skin.

“So have you.” Mando sighs heavily at your confession and you repeat it one more time so he could believe that you were telling the truth.

“I- I think I’ll start coming more often. You know, so the muscles aren’t too knotted like you said.”

“Hmm, is that all you’ll come for Mando?” You smile when he pecks your lips and brushes your hair aside.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be coming for you too. More than you think.”

[nsfwshiggy]

heaven

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paring: shigaraki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, virgin reader, public sex, noncon/dubcon, rough, exhibitionism, creampie

word count: 1.8k

author's note: yay i'm finally writing again. i've been imagining this for a few weeks now so i decided to write about it. if you are religious maybe don't read it? idk please enjoy lol kinda nervous to see if anyone will actually enjoy this one D:

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you had thought about this many times before. if you were going to lose your virginity it would be done the way you wanted. you had no reason why you put it off for so long other than you just didn't care. it wasn't a big deal to lose it way into your twenties. no one was good enough to take it.

you had used toys since you were in high school so at least it wasn't going to hurt the first time and you knew what you were in for. you weren't going to be a log just laying there while some man pushed in and out of you.

there were many guys that you were interested in but they always seemed to fall through, you eventually just gave up. now you didn't care who it was as long as they were clean.

you were talking to this one guy, shigaraki, for awhile now and during the talking period you had mentioned that you wanted to find someone to take your virginity. like all men you said this to, he was interested but you had to see if it would actually happen. you continued to talk to him about it and how you wanted it done.

in the parking lot of a church while they were in service

since you were young, a religion was forced onto you and you were took to church every sunday and sometimes wednesday. you hated everything about it. you hated how some people would forced their religion on other people and hated the different views they had against people who were different.

you were never interested in any of it and you had always heard that you had to save yourself until marriage. shigaraki didn't care about your terms and conditions, all he cared about was getting to be the first time for someone.

you had told him before that you didn't care how rough he was or if he used a condom. you had been on birth control for awhile now and you had somehow developed a breeding kink but you hadn't told him about that part. you two were to meet sunday morning when the sunday services were being let out, when it was nice and bright outside.

you couldn't lie you were nervous not to mention that this was a crime. apart from being nervous you were beyond excited at the same time. it was finally going to happy the way you wanted it done. you were in control.

~

while pulling up to the parking lot you could see how packed it was, it made your stomach flip. they would be getting out soon so you need to hurry and find a spot and then get to shigaraki's car. you made it easier for the both of you and wore something that would be easy to work with. just a simple flowy dress that he could easily push up.

you had been walking for a little bit trying to find his car until you found it and it was right in front of the doors where they would be walking out. "nice parking spot" you told him while getting in the car. you heard him laugh while you look down at your phone to check the time.

he was definitely way hotter in person than any of his pictures so that was a plus. "we don't have much time before they get dismissed so we should probably hurry" you tell him while going over the seat to get into the back, pretty spacious and it would work just fine.

you didn't know what to do to him to get him ready so for a few seconds you just looked at him when he finally got in the back. fuck what now? you could feel the heat in your face rising and your cheeks became hot when you noticed how he was staring at you.

he slowly moved towards you until your lips finally touched. you had done this before with just about anyone who wanted to so you were okay with this. you moved one hand onto the back of his neck and the other hand slowly found it's way towards his thigh. like it had a mind of its own, it moved closer and closer towards the place you wanted the most.

while taking a few moments to breathe in-between the kissing his pants become unbuttoned and were now half way down his thighs. it was just enough for what you both were going to do. your hand was now tugging at his boxers to release his now semi-hard dick. "you can get hard just from kissing? you are pretty easy" you laugh at him. you loved poking fun at guys by how easily they could get hard.

"well let's see how wet you got just from kissing, shall we?" he says with raised eyebrows. he lifted up your dress to your waist and could now see your panties. "do you think it would have been easier to wear none?" he asks while pulling them down. his fingers trailed up your leg from your ankle until they reached the spot where he would soon enter.

he let out a small laugh once he felt the wetness that was coming from you, "for a virgin you can get wet pretty fast" he says while moving his finger up and down your slit. you let out a gasp from the unfamiliar sensation, it was always you touching yourself so it felt different when it was someone else. you hadn't used any of your toys for awhile so you had become sensitive to any kind of touching.

"please…" you manage to moan out gripping his thigh once he slipped a finger inside of you. his fingers were long and slender so they went deeper than yours, it felt so good to have something inside of you again. "please what?" he asks, "what does the little virgin want me to do to her?"

hearing him say that made you clinch around the now two fingers that were inside of you. you had always talked dirty while texting but since it was in person, it made your whole body tingle. "please fuck me" you tell him while trying to move on his fingers for more friction.

he smiled at you while you did this, "you looked so desperate right now" he tells you while sliding his fingers out of you leaving you with an empty feeling. he turned you over so now you were facing the window, "you want people to see you get fucked, don't you?" he questioned you with a slap on your right cheek.

you were on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. you looked back at him, he had the fingers that were just inside you inside his mouth licking your wetness off. you were shaking with how eager you were, you just wanted him to fuck you already but he was going too slow.

you were running out of time so you decided to sit back on him with your ass on his exposed dick, "please hurrrry" you say dragging out your words while slowly moving your bottom against him. he grabbed your waist and pushed you down against him to grind even harder against his swollen dick.

he pushed you up again into the position you were in before, "are you ready?" he asks while sitting up so now the tip of his dick was touching your wet slit. you nod your head quickly because you could now see people starting to walk out of the building.

he grabs onto your waist once again before slowly sliding into you. your mouth falls open at him stretching you open, something that you hadn't felt for a long time so there was some stinging like how it was when you first used your dildo. because you told him before that he could be as rough as he wanted, he didn't give you any time to adjust.

he pushed in and out of you quickly making sure to reach deep inside of you each time. the sensation was something you had never felt before but you craved for it more and more. you had ringing in your ears and were unable to answer to anything he said. the only thing coming out of you were noises you had made by yourself when everybody was asleep.

you put your arms against the window and pushed further back onto him, "d-deeper" you manage to say to him. every time you would push back on him he would meet you by slamming into you making him go even further into you, he was now pressing against your womb with each thrust.

you looked out the window to see even more people exiting and walking towards the car. you knew people could see you by the looks on their faces as they walked closer. a smile was growing across your face when you see their hands flying up to cover their mouths.

"aw looks like they aren't enjoying the show" shigaraki says from behind you slapping your ass again making you moan louder. you were getting closer and closer to the edge and seeing all the people watching you was only helping get there faster.

"shi-shigaraki, i'm going to…" you try to finish your sentence but before you could you feel him cumming against your womb. it was so warm and a weird feeling having something so warm deep inside of you. the feeling of his cum deep inside you and all of the people watching you, was the final push you needed.

shigaraki was reaching in front of you rubbing your clit as your stomach was tightening around his cock, you missed this feeling. it was pure bliss. your eyes rolled back. it was nothing like how it was when it was just you. you didn't know why you put this off for so long. shigaraki continued to push into you while you rode out your high before pulling out.

you could feel his cum running down your leg and pooling onto the seat under you. your legs were on fire so you just fell against the door watching all the people watch you. you had a smile on your face. it had finally been done. the way you wanted it done.

©️nsfwshiggy

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 3,330 words

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural, Reader gets hurt

Chapter 9: On The Head of a Pin

POV:Y/n

Another person died, another life lost to this stupid war between things, and a possible coming of Satan that theoretically should not even be real! And she's dead because of me. I keep on thinking about this on repeat. That I'm not even paying attention to the tense conversation going on between my two brothers.  “Y/n did you hear me?” Sam asked me from looking at the rear-view mirror. My eyes were starting to tear up from me staring at the window without blinking and things were becoming blurry. “Huh? What?” He kind of huffs. 

“I said Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. I know she's not exactly on your Guys Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith—” Of course it's Ruby. My favorite person along with Alice from Hell-land. “Look Sam I couldn't really give a rat's ass. If you work with her or not. "I said back tired of this bullshit because of Ruby. “I agree with her.” Dean said as he looked back at me nodding letting me know he was standing with me. “What's your guy's problem?” “Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam. I did.” I said back at him quickly, getting madder at myself and slowed down thinking about my words. 

“She knew what was at stake.” Sam responded and, in that moment, I really just wanted to scream. “” She knew what was at stake.” you know what, fuck off Sam a person should not have to practically die every time they help us, we’re doing such a damn good job! So, Pam dying was totally not in vain.” I finished with a tear running down my face. Both boys look at each other than at me. “Y/n-” “I'm so tired of burying friends Guys.” “Look, we catch a fresh trail—” Sam said, trying to move on. “And we follow it, we know. Like we said, we’re just—we’re just getting tired.” Dean answered for us. “Well, get angry.” Sam responded. Oh, I'm basically the hulk at this point.

We get our room keys and all I want to do is get drunk and cry myself to sleep but I guess someone else had a different Idea. “Ah, Home crappy home” Dean said dis heartedly flipping on the lights. Just once it would be nice to have a room that didn't look and smell like it was made by a drunk guy who hadn’t showered in three days. When the lights come on their standing is Cas and my bestie Uriel. “Winchesters” Uriel said with a hint of disgust. “Oh, come on.” Dean said in return. "You are needed.” Needed really, we can’t ever catch a break huh? “Needed? We just got back from needed.” Dean said standing up for us while I was trying to keep myself from going full Winchester on Uriel. “Now, you mind your tone with me.” Well, I tried. 

“No, you mind your damn tone with us.” I said, stepping up to Uriel. “We just got back from Pamela's funeral.” Sam said adding in to drive the fact into these Angels that a life was just lost for their stupid war. I kept it going. “Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!” I know Cas didn't mean for that to happen but in that minute all I saw was red and I was ready to start my own war.

“We raised your brother out of hell for our purposes.” Dean stepped next to us. “Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?” “Start with gratitude.” Ok I'm about to go WWE on him. “Dean, we know this is difficult to understand.” Cas said to him trying to reason with him. “And we—” Uriel looked at Cas in a very weird way and he looked back. “—don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight.” Uriel finished in a very serious voice. Wait Angels being murdered dammit now I got to care for Cas's sake now if it was just Uriel, I could live with that. “Demons? How they doing it?” Dean questioned and how do we know it was demons I mean I guess it makes sense, but could they be that careless and dumb never mind, Ruby is one of them. 

“We don't know.” “I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?” Sam said to them, and he was right, we are just humans. “We can handle the demons, thank you very much.” God I just want to smack that smug look off his face. “Once we find whoever it is.” Cas said, diffusing the tension. “Ha So you need our help hunting a demon? Now that’s funny” I said walking closer to Uriel. "Not quite. We have Alastair.” Cas said, looking at me. “Great. He should be able to name your trigger man.” Dean said to them hinting that they don't need us. “But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse.” Okay so what do they need? 

“Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league.” Dean said to them. “That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got.” Uriel finished and I am filled with more rage first this angel insults me and now he wants my brother to do torture and if he does, I know it will torture his own soul. “Dean, you are our best hope.” Cas said to him pleading I know he would not be asking this if Uriel was not here. “No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this.” Uriel walks up to him, and I know what he is about to do so I grab Dean’s hand. “Who said anything about asking?” And we disappear.

We drop into this room and Uriel comes barking at me. “How dare you go against the direct order of God you cockroach.” “How dare you think I would let you kidnap my brother and force him to do this you chicken wings.” I said getting right back in his face. Cas comes in between the two of us.”Y/n Will stay.” “No, she will not.” “I'll just walk back here every time, Uriel, so either leave me alone or you spend the whole night trying to get rid of me your choice.” I said standing victoriously. Dean did not say anything; he was too distracted by the room.

“This devil's trap is old Enochian. He's bound completely.” Cas said about what Alastair was in trapped by. “Fascinating.” Dean said, walking away. “Where's the door? Come on Y/n.” “Where are you going?” Cas questions. “Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much.” We start to walk but Uriel blocks us. “Angels are dying, boy.” “Everybody's dying these days. And hey, I get it. You're all-powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this.”

“This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it.” I don’t know what is up with Cas, but I know he does not want this as much as us. “We want to talk to Cas alone.” Dean said, turning to Uriel. “I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders.” “Well, get some donuts while you're out.” Dean said back to him. “Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy.” Before he leaves, he gives me a glare. And I give him the middle finger.

“You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby.” Dean jokes. “You know, I'm starting to think Junkless has a better sense of humor than you do.” He said referring to Cas. “Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone.” Wow, they really need to get some basic cable tv. “Tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me.” Dean asked, pleading with Cas. “Want it, no. But I have been told we need it.” Told? “You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out.” “For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this.” “Dean, you don’t have to do this.” I told him with my whole heart. “Yes, I do Y/n not just for the Angels but for myself I'll be okay.” He said hugging me and kissed my head. He let’s go and walks towards the torture table.

Dean has been locked in the room with Alistair for about thirty minutes and all Cas and I have been hearing moans of pain. I break the silence. “What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?” He looks at me like he is a little ashamed. “My superiors have begun to question my sympathies.” “Your sympathies? What the fuck does that even mean?” “I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.” I go to sit on the big middle table and pat the side to me for him to sit. And he does. “Look Cas that sympathy that you feel is good, it means that you have your own thoughts and feelings. It is what makes you well you. Also screw Uriel and every other Angel like him. And well I wouldn't be friends with you if you weren’t.”

 He gives me a warm smile and our hands are right next together and our pinkies are almost touching. Just then the lights explode, and we jump off the table and their standing is Anna. “Anna.” “Hello, Castiel, Y/n.” Anna said to us. I'm surprised she’s not dust condensing the last time we saw her she exploded in light. “Your human body—” “It was destroyed, I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in some old favors and…” She gestured to her body. Alistair screams louder and we all look to the door. “You shouldn't be here. We still have orders to kill you.” Cas said to Anna with an intense look. “Somehow, I don't think you'll try. Where's Uriel?” “He went to receive revelation.” “Right.” “Why are you letting Dean do this?” she asked Cas with emotion. 

“He's doing God's work.” He responded back I didn’t say anything I wanted to see what he would say. “Torturing? That's God's work? Stop him, Cas, please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have.” She was right but Cas had to see that for himself. “Who are we to question the will of God?” “Unless this isn't his will.” “Then where do the orders come from?” “I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him.” “These orders are wrong, and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid, Cas. I was too. But together, we can still— “She goes to touch his hand, but he pulls away.

“Together?” He yanks away his hand. “I am nothing like you. You fell. Go.” Dammit Cas. “Cas.” “Go.” Anna looks at me and we both nod at each other in general respect and she vanishes. Cas looks pissed. “She’s right Cas do you really truly believe this is the will of the loving father you believe so much in.” “Why can't it be! “He raised his voice at me, and I wanted to yell back but instead I recognized his voice and how there was pain in it. I start to lift my shirt and show Cas. “Why are you doing that?” “Because I want to show you what happens when you have blind faith in something, sometimes it doesn't always be there for you.” I show him my scar. 

“This is from when I was thirteen my brothers were at some sleepover and my dad thought it would be a good idea to go on a hunt when he was coming off a drunken bender and I got slashed by a werewolf was close to death, but he had enough conscience to call nine one one. I just so wanted to spend time with him, so I ran into that forest without hesitation with no plan. The boys don’t even know I didn’t want them to know the only people who do are my joke of a father, Bobby, and well now you. And all this is to tell you is to trust yourself and make sure what you're ever doing is for yourself and no one else." 

I finish with a small smile. We stare at each other for a second before we start to hear grunts from the room. We burst and Dean is getting the shit kicked out of him of a supposed to be strung up Alistair. “Dean!” Alistair throws him to the ground and goes to check on him when Cas goes to fight Alistair and he wasn’t moving. I start to hear chanting and I look to see Cas getting his ass latined by Alistair. So, I come up behind and throw him off. He sets his sights on me. He goes after me, and I dodge and go to punch him, but he catches my hand and twisted it. “Ahh” I am brought down to my knees by the pain. 

“After I kill your Angel boyfriend and your favorite brother I will do ten fold to you what he did to me.” I hear a crack and I scream. “Wow you've got strong bones, it looks like just a sprang, how about we make it broken.” “Get the Hell away from my sister,” It was Sam.

“Stupid pet tricks.” He said to Sam as he pushed him against the wall. “Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?” “You think I'm gonna tell you?” “Yeah, I do. "Sam twists his hand. Alastair's eyes roll white, and he chokes. And I watch in horror. “How are the demons killing angels?” “I don't know.” “Right.” “It's not us. We're not doing it.” “I don't believe you.” “Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand.” Sam stopped choking him. “Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can.” “I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill.” Excuse me? I watch as gold light flares inside Alastair as he screams. Alastair's host collapses, dead. 

“There you go, now go very easy on it and take pain meds as needed.” The nurse was explaining how to take care of my wrist as if I hadn’t sprung it a billion times, but she doesn’t know that. “How did you do that again?” “Uh, bike accident I’m very clumsy.” “Yeah, you might want to stay off the bike.” “Yup you are totally right, thanks again.” I get up and walk out of the little room I was in. 

Knock knock “Hey how’s he doing?” I ask Sam as if I didn’t know the answer. “Uh good as you can be on a breathing tube how about you?” “Well Alistair was right about one thing; it was just a sprang guess I do have strong bones.” I said trying to lighten the mood as much as possible. I notice that Sam is not really looking at me but behind me. It was Cas walking away, Sam and I followed. 

“Sam—” “Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now.” “I can't.” “What do you mean You and Uriel put him in there— “I said to him. “No.” “—because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together.” Sam was right. “I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry.” I know he was. “This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers.” “Perhaps Alastair was lying.” Cas said, trying to justify in a way what just happened. “No, he wasn't.” Sam walks back to Dean with that. “Remember what I said Cas trust yourself.” I linger for Second looking at him and walk back to Dean.

Sam and I are now just waiting for Dean to wake up and I realize I should probably call Bobby and tell him what happened, but I don’t have my phone neither does Sam we were too concerned about getting Dean to the ER. “Uh, can I have the keys I need to get the phones.” “Here, be careful.” Sam called out to me as I was walking out the room “Always am.”  

I walk into the elevator down into the car garage and the lights start to flicker. Note to self-check for ghost readings when you get back up. I walk to the car about to open the door when I see a reflection of Uriel. “It’s all because of you!” I turn around and he looks pissed more than usual. “What are you talking about Uriel?” He was getting closer. “Ever since he’s met you, he has been disobedient!” “Woah this is about Cas! for the last time he his not your fucking Dog!” He then hits me down. “He was a loyal soldier then he met you little slut.” I kicked him up. 

“You can call me whatever you want but Cas. Punch Is. Punch Not. Punch A. Punch Dog.” He grabs my hand. “Ah I see a sprained wrist, why don’t I heal it for you.” He slowly twists it until it breaks. “AHHH!!!” “Aww that hurts huh this could have all been avoided if you had left him alone. He could have helped me.” “What … are … you…talking … about.” I said between bloody breaths. “You killed the angels, didn’t you?” “Yeah, I did and I'm about to add one small stupid human to the list. I'll just tell Cas you were killed by a demon. He’ll be sad but hopefully he can turn that into bloodlust.” He is about to stab me but instead he is. It’s Cas, Uriel drops. “Oh Y/n I'm so sorry.” I look up and go running into his arms and hug him tight. “I thought… I thought I was dead.” He hugged me back. 

We walked back into the hospital, and I was lipping. “Oh my gosh did you get on a motorbike!” It was the nurse from before. “Yeah, something like that.” They took me to a room and Cas looked worried and I gave him a smile. 

“What the Hell, so Uriel huh.” It was Sam. “Yeah he was secretly for team apocalypse if not for Cas I would-.” “Well, you're not you're still my annoying little sis right” “Yeah” “I should probably go tell Dean and hope he doesn't freak.” “Oh, come on Sam he is Dean Winchester he is definitely going to freak.” We both laugh. “You'll be, ok? For a few minutes.” “I'll be fine.” He gives me his goofy smile and walks away. Cas walks in.

“Hey.” “Hi.” “How are you doing?” He asked me. “Oh good, the strong pain meds really help.” He looked sad. “Look, this wasn’t your fault.” “Yes, it is I should have seen-” “You couldn't have seen anything. I would rather have a hundred broken wrists than not stand up for you” “You shouldn't have too” “But I will always for the people I care about.”

Hey everyone, hope you all are having a good day and that you enjoyed this chapter! I think that was our first hug of many with Cas. So, the next episode is it’s a terrible life which should be fun to write a different version of Y/n. Also, I am going to post a playlist for y/n on Spotify to add to the story so listen if you like!

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Staying At the Wangshu Inn

A/n: Haha how long has it been since I’ve written something???? Idk? Anyways I’m in a new fandom… again,,,, anyways enjoy the fluff

Paring: Diluc x gn!reader

Tags: fluff, only one bed trope, mutual pining, lots of blushing(sorry, you and Diluc be awkward)

Warnings: none? Kinda suggestive???

It’s easy to understand how you got here, but it certainly wasn’t the outcome you hoped for.

Sure you liked Diluc, romantically speaking, had you told him yet… no. There’s no problem with that, only it became increasingly difficult to hide said feelings when you had to be inches apart from said person you were totally not crushing for.

Diluc was confused, he remembered reserving two rooms at the Wangshu Inn, yet only one was available. Had he know this prior, he would have made sure to ask for two(2) beds. Knowing this, and now knowing that only one of the two rooms he asked for were open, made Diluc a little flustered. Sure Diluc was stone cold, and very good at hiding his emotions, but things still catch him by surprise, not to mention his feelings for you was something he had not yet discussed with himself, opting for pushing them away, hoping they’d stay there.

“Are you sure there arnt any rooms available with two beds?” He muttered, hoping you wouldn’t point out his slightly pink face.

“I apologize Master Diluc, but I’m afraid not.” Verr said with a frown. You both sighed at her response, but were to tired to push the matter further, instead accented the stairs to your room.

When entering, the first thing your eyes were drawn to was the bed, which was reassuringly large.

“Umm so…” you started, not sure where you were going with your sentence.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” Diluc responded curtly, somehow knowing what you wanted to say.

“Are you sure? The bed is quite large, I’m sure you’ll hurt in the morning if you sleep on the floor.” You questioned.

“I’ll be alright” he responded with a nod “you should wash up, we’ve had a long day, and another one tomorrow.”

You decide to listen to his words and headed towards the bathroom, before stopping and turning around.

“If you’re really going to sleep on the floor, at least take a nap on the bed first so you get some semblance of sleep.” You suggested, smirking to yourself as you locking yourself in the bathroom before he could protest.

‘I guess a small nap couldn’t hurt’ Diluc thought to himself ‘they are right, my back is going to hurt like the devil in the morning’ he decided he was going to take a nap, and settled on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers down.

You hadn’t realized how much time you’d spent in the shower until you reentered your shared room, only to see the dark star filled sky in place of the orange hues whom were there when you entered. Your eyes fell to the bed, seeing Diluc sleeping peacefully. You cringed as you saw him laying atop the covers. ‘How am I going to get under them? This was my plain, but I expected him to actually use the blankets…’ you didn’t like seeing him still fully dressed in his combat attire, which was Lilly uncomfortable for lounging, but… you also didn’t want to wake him up, because likely he would refuse the bed, and instead let you use it, which is exactly what you didn’t want to happen.

You’d finally devised a plan, decided your best corse of action was to just sneak into the bed, and hope he doesn’t wake up. But first, you quietly exited the room, and asked Verr for an extra comforter, which she happily let you barrow.

You still were upset that Diluc would be sleeping in his uniform, but decided it was better than him sleeping on the floor, and carefully put the extra comforter over him, tossing your fingers he wasn’t that light of a sleeper.

You looked down at his face as you finished tucking him in, he looked peaceful, free of worries, so unlike his cognizant expressions. You justified that a little forehead kiss wouldn’t wake him, seeing at you’d already layered a blanket atop him without trouble.

You gently pressed your lips to his hair covered forehead, but froze as you heard his sharp intake of breath, you waited a moment, not realizing your lips were still on his skin, before pulling away, hoping to find his eyes closed. Only luck wasn’t in you hands, because his eyes were very much open, and his cheeks quite red. He looked at you as he sat up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He said, adverting his eyes away from you. “I hope you weren’t going to sleep on the floor.” He added with a scowl.

“I wasn’t” you responded, giggling a bit, “I was going to sleep on the other side, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable first.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to, you should have woken me up.” He whispered as his blush darkened. At this point you wanted to see how flustered you could make him.

“And let you sleep on the floor? Nonsense. You should get changed into something more comfortable, I truly don’t mind sharing the bed.” You smiled, resting you hand upon his shoulder, making him take a sharp breath.

“Are you sure? I really don’t-“ he tried

“Yes I’m positive, now go change.” You said sternly with a squeeze to the area you were holding, before letting go.

Diluc sighed as he stood up, following your directions and grabbed his night clothes. He was almost to the bathroom when your voice interrupted the silence.

“You can change in here, I’ll look away, I promise.” You truly wanted him to be comfortable, but didn’t realize until after, how suggestive it was. You didn’t even try to retract your words, just sat there flushed with your eyes wide.

He was taken aback but smirked at your flushed face. “You don’t have to look away.” He responded, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes widened further as you covered your eyes. E he himself was surprised with his boldness, but continued changing nevertheless.

You slowly open your eyes as you feel a dip in the bed. “Are you sure you want me to sleep in the bed?” He asks you once more, making you roll your eyes. “For the millionth time, yes I’m fine with it, just stay on your side.” He nodded at your response and turned away from you, scooting to the far side of the bed. You did the same, falling asleep peacefully.

Diluc was the first awake, which wasn’t surprising, however what he didn’t expect when open his eyes was the sight of you, inches from his face, sound asleep on his chest. He flushed red, and stood about as still as a tree on a clear day. His mind raced, not sure what to do. Should he stay still? Should he wake you up? Should he move you as gently as possible? Should he kiss you away? He had no clue what to do, but opted to just stay where he was, you needed your rest, and he was likely going to disturb that if he were to move. However he couldn’t just do nothing, so he reached to run his fingers through your hair, he loved the texture of it, and he loved the little scrunch your face made when he did it. Diluc let out a light airy laugh, ‘you are so cute’ he thought to himself ‘if only you truly liked me back’

You and Diluc had been friends for years, often doing missions together, and you even aided in his quests to protect Monstat. And that’s all Diluc thought you saw him as a friend.

You were gently pulled from you slumber as your pillow, which you didn’t remember being this soft, rumbled, wait- rumbled? You open your eyes only to see that you were not in fact laying on a pillow, but rather on Diluc’s chest, it was embarrassing, but so comfortable, he had the perfect body temperature, which is presumably why you were drawn to him in your sleep. You wanted to stay here for longer, so that’s what you did, you closed your eyes once more, hoping for a little more sleep.

“Why do you gave to be so… cute? And you’re just laying here, I shouldn’t love you as much as I do, but I just can’t bring myself to not,” Diluc muttered to himself with a sigh. This confession of sorts cause you to open you eyes in surprise, right as he looked down at you.

“I- thought you were asleep.” He quickly explained. “Please ignore what I just said.”

That is the exact opposite of what you did, instead you pulled yourself up to hover over him before leaning down and kissing him.

“I love you a little bit to much too.”