#good. let the creeper be uncomfortable :)

[fuck-you-too-world]

*grabby hands*

gimme, lemme have him. I can have him right? He's so cute!

imma released him to the server and watched the chaos he caused with pride and praised him for being so good~ That's what they get for causing my baby girl so much pain >:T

He is just a tiny bit unhinged.

An alternative timeline where Dream's mind breaks in the prison. They can't exactly kill him because Dream = server. Dream ded = server ded. And the server becomes unstable because Dream is unstable. So the warden and 'sir' are scrambling to 'fix' him.

[atarathegreat]

Zoning Out With Them Tokyo Revengers

Featuring: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kokonoi Hajime, Taiju Shiba, and Souya Kawata.

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You zone out while spending quality time with your boyfriend.

Chifuyu enjoyed spending time with you, even if it was just him reading and you playing on your phone. Your presence was much appreciated after a rough day of school and doing things with his friends, and Peke J wouldn't complain about you giving him chest scratches.

It wasn't until the black cat jumped in his lap that he noticed the same sound kept coming from your phone, a video on loop. Peke J was pretty upset that you had stopped petting him, but Chifuyu could see your hand stretched out as if the cat was still there.

"Y/n?" He reached out and shook your knee, snapping you out of it.

You looked up at him, your arm falling back to your lap, "What?"

Chifuyu laughed, patting your knee and returning to his previous position, "Ya' zoned out, weirdo."

It wasn't anything new or surprising for Kokonoi to bring you to work with him. Something about having you next to him as he checked papers and counted cash, occasionally asking you to double check numbers, and having everyone see you when they stopped by for a brief moment, it only cultivated Koko's ego.

His fingers rubbed absently at your back, helping him feel more than hear your massive sigh.

"Are you alright, love?" He asked. When you failed to respond, Koko diverted his attention to you. He could've pissed himself if you were glaring at him like that.

His dark eyes inspected your face. Knit brows, relaxed lips, soft gaze that tracked something slowly up the side of the wall. For a moment, Kokonoi let himself watch you, your mind gone from where you sat and somewhere deep in thought. As much as he loved knowing your mind felt safe enough to wander, he didn't like the way you glared.

"Hey." Koko lightly slapped a band of cash on your nose, chuckling as you jerked backwards, "What has your mind running away from me, sweetheart?"

You giggled, and Koko swore his heart stopped for a second as your eyes closed, "I was thinking about what to make for dinner."

Asking for something twice wasn't something Taiju was good at, nor was it something he wanted to do. When he asked you to go and grab him something and you didn't even respond to him, he was nearly thrown for a loop. You always responded to him, you were always alert to the things around you.

"Y/n?" Taiju leaned over the back of the couch, brushing your hair aside to look at your face, "Can you hear me?"

"Huh? Yeah..." He could tell you weren't actually listening, your eyes looked almost dead, "What did you need?"

He sighed, swiveling your head and watching as your pupils refocused. "Hm?" You looked into both his eyes, "Sorry, what did you need, Taiju?"

Taiju rubbed your head, his worry vaporizing, "Nothing...I'm already up anyway."

It was weird for you to stare. You hated when people stared and it bothered you even more when people were staring at you. It was confusing as to why in the world were you sitting at the lunch table, staring at Souya?

The poor boy didn't know how to bring it up or how to gain your attention. He looked over at his twin, who was, of course, busy slamming a bowl of spicy ramen. "Smiley? What do you do when someone has zoned out?" Souya asked quietly.

His brother paused, "Let them be?"

"Uhm...what if they're staring at you?" Souya glanced back across the table. Nahoya laughed, "Ew, how weird. Hey!"

Nahoya kicked you under the table, making Souya glance fretfully between you and his twin. But you just hissed and turned to glare at Smiley, "What the hell?"

"You're staring like a creeper." Nahoya went back to his bowl, "You made Angry uncomfortable."

"Shit, sorry, Sou." You smiled, tapping his foot with yours, "Zoned out for a sec."

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Powdered Snow

tw vore (half sized, safe/soft)

Doc trudged through the deep snow of the taiga, scanning the fluffy white ground for any sign of yellow and black. He had received a distress signal from Xisuma minutes earlier, but the admin was either somewhere further along or so buried that he’d have to start digging. The creeper-taur stopped in front of a lake of powdered snow, guts twisting painfully as he spotted a trail of footsteps a ways to the right of the trap that disappeared notably right on the edge. Doc rushed over while his mind constructed images of the poor Bee taking a shaky step only for the ground to swallow him up. He couldn’t let X freeze. 

Clawed hands plunged into the thick snow, digging around until fingers brushed against something solid. He gripped it tightly and heaved it upwards, nearly falling into the powder himself. Yellow and black armor breached the surface with a heavy shudder. Doc’s heart ached with relief and despair. It wasn’t too late yet. It couldn’t be too late. 

As he brushed snow from the admin’s visor, his eyes caught his chest move with a miniscule breath before the body was wracked with violent shivers. Doc cursed quietly. 

This level of hypothermia could easily be fatal to a normal person, but for X… with his adopted bee traits of the season… it could mean permanent damage upon respawn. He had to act fast. Fire wouldn’t do much without somewhere to block the wind— a geothermic spring? Too rare & too biome specific. He didn’t have time to go looking. Where else would be warm enough and keep the elements away? There wasn’t— Oh. Doc hesitated. It was for the good of his friend, but… the intimacy of it would not be fun in the slightest. He sighed, bringing a hand to his respirator and tearing it away from his face. 

His insides squirmed uncomfortably, but he lifted the smaller figure regardless— steeling himself as he gently fit the admin’s helmet into his mouth. The metal felt odd against his tongue, but he forced himself to swallow, feeding more of the form down his throat with each firm gulp. He could feel as X shivered under his skin, the cold burning at his esophagus like swallowing a block of blue ice. Doc shivered too, but he was too far committed to stop now. The last of his friend vanished behind sharp teeth and settled deep in his core, leaving him feeling weighty and sluggish and unnaturally full. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he pulled his respirator back on, fastening the straps behind his ears as he took in a breath of filtered air. 

It would be a long walk back to spawn, but Doc knew better than to try and fly with his unconscious passenger inside. Pulling out his communicator to make sure he was going the right way, he began the trek of mostly solitude. 

It took the creeper-taur a while to grow used to the weight in his middle, and walking was hard for the first couple minutes, but eventually it fell into a rhythm and he was able to plod along with some form of efficiency. By the time the trees thinned out to a level that he could see the silhouettes of buildings in the distance, it appeared that Xisuma was finally coming to. There was a slight squirming as the admin seemed to be trying to gain his bearings, but it stopped as he seemingly pieced the story together and instead opted to try and communicate with his host instead.

“…Doc?” There was a hesitance in the bee’s voice as he called out, as though he was unsure if he had actually been found by a friend or if he had misinterpreted who the flesh confining him belonged to.

The larger let out a soft chuckle, and he felt the form within him relax with recognition.

“Only me, don’ worry, don’t worry.” Doc paused to rub a claw gently against where he could feel X resting. “I’m almost back at spawn, do you want me to let you out?” He felt shifting— probably his guest adjusting to a more comfortable position— and there was a gentle hum of consideration at the offer. 

“I think-” The admin was cut off by a violent shudder and Doc involuntarily clenched his stomach muscles at the feeling. He quickly relaxed in hopes of not squishing X too thoroughly as he fought out a reply.

“I think it might be better for my health if I stay here..” Doc winced at how weak his friend sounded. “Alright, ‘f you need anyth’ing, ‘m right here. We’ll get you some regen when we get home, ya?”

X seemed content with that answer, sinking into the flesh a little more as if he were trying to soak up as much of the warmth as he could. Given how he looked when the ‘taur found him, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he was. Something about that thought caused a burst of warm satisfaction to blossom in his chest. Even if he wasn’t particularly fond of how invasive it felt, a part of him enjoyed the knowledge that X was safe. More than that, nothing could hurt him withought going through Doc first, and almost no one was stupid enough to mess with a giant, intimidating, cyborg creeper with a long history of game breaking redstone and havoc wreaking inventions. X couldn’t realistically be safer.

That reality made the whole thing just tolerable enough. He wasn’t doing it for his comfort— although the feeling was slowly growing on him— he was doing his for his friend. Nothing else. And at least for now, X would be fine.

[msnihilist]

hi hello... I have a question for you... How do you get over someone who blocked you when your a fan of them...

I've been blocked by an artist in tiktok and on here they're names are boileddemon

I didn't do anything wrong... But i feel like they still saw my actions as wrong after they posted an anti proshipp saying they all should die

And I'm not an proshipper I'm more like a multishipper but i do respect someone's interest and hobby only if they don't force it on me

I have had a bad day since yesterday but it got worst when i they blocked me even i tried to defend proshippers

But i think they saw me as forcing my opinions on to them

Ever since now i've been in a bad mood

Im sorry if I'm venting on without your consent i..... Just feel like i wanna rip my flesh off my body and cannibal myself

Im sorry.. I'm really sorry if this question makes you uncomfortable and creeper out

I just want to talk to my favorite author

Im sorry...

Well, I guess my first piece of advice is to understand that the way you're feeling is borderline parasocial and you need to internalize that it's okay for people to block you for literally any reason.

It's okay to feel sad. Feelings are harmless and natural. But you need to take a deep breath, wallow in it for a bit if you like, and then let it go.

Because it really, truly, is not a big deal. And it sounds like this person who blocked you is a piece of shit, anyway.

Getting blocked online is perfectly fine and normal and good. Maybe you'd feel better if you blocked more frequently, as well. No one is required to interact with you, and the same is true in reverse — you're not obligated to interact with anyone, either, whether they're rude or post stuff you hate or just have bad vibes.

Get yourself a little treat, like your favorite ice cream. Then (respectfully) get over it.

[vulcajes]

WRITE ME A FIC WOMAN

(Vampire Sirius and human Remus)

Anything you want as long as its painfully homosexual 🤭🤭🤭🤭

A FIC FOR YOU, WOMAN !!!!!

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The full, luminous moon shone brightly over the church, casting shadows of saints through the stained glass windows. Sunday night crept into the air quietly, with a queer amount of dread for such a holy day.

Remus was sat in the pews of the church, looking towards the altar pensively. He was so used to facing away from the altar, he had forgotten the awe he felt being a part of the congregation. The large crucifix hung proudly behind the pulpit and everything was draped in a rich, velvety purple. The clock situated on the main spire of the church ticking loudly. His breath came out in cold bursts of condensation as he waited. Waited for someone he knew would come for him.

The silence outside of the church was stifled by the sound of footsteps. Slow, sure, steady as they creeper around the perimeter. Remus knew that they couldn't enter God's house, but they could certainly wait and torment him until he left. With not much choice left, he stood and walked towards the ornate wooden doors of the church, readjusting his stiff white clerical collar.

As soon as he stepped outside, the night stilled. The gentle breeze had stopped and only the chilling quiet remained. Remus stiffened, preparing himself for who he was to greet.

“Father,” a deep, melodious voice started from behind, making Remus startle and turn on his heel, “so kind of you to come out so quickly. One might think you are starting to enjoy these little soirées of ours.”

Before Remus stood a ghostly pale man, his onyx-black hair billowing down his back. The moon seemed to shine directly onto him, illuminating his glassy emerald eyes and the ruby colour to his lifeless lips. The clothes worn by this man only made him seem more ethereal, as if he wasn't of this time. A voluminous cream shirt with a ruffled collar, a silken black cape dyed red underneath that hung from his shoulders, and dark tight-fitting trousers squeezed around his hips, all pointed to a man dressed fashionably centuries ago.

“Sirius. I see you've crawled back from your grave.” Remus responded pointedly, refusing to show any emotion to the creature before him.

Sirius smirked, advancing slowly towards the priest like a hunter having found its prey. His eyes never left Remus’ as his smile grew, standing just before him. The two shared a knowing look, one solemn and one amused. “Come, dear father. It is bad faith to be so rude towards your master.”

Remus scowled as Sirius claimed ownership over him, his neck twitching uncomfortably. The priest crossed his arms and stood slightly straighter to meet the vampire's eyes.

“Oh, please, do not be this way. You know your service is for a good cause.” Sirius continued, reaching his hand out towards Remus’ cheek. He held it, his cold dead skin chilling the warm flesh of his victim's body. In his eyes, he had taken the living man as his and he could hold him as he pleased.

“Vampire, I am doing this for the sake of my congregation. My community will not be harmed by your bloodlust.” Remus stated firmly, removing his clerical collar and unbuttoning his shirt. Sirius pounced on the opportunity pushing the shirt to the side and eyeing the crimson puncture wounds with glee. They hadn't healed since his last feast and he would never let them.

One hand quickly found Remus’ shoulder, the other gripping his waist territorially. The vampire quickly sunk his teeth into the neck presented to him, sucking and gorging himself on blood. Remus similarly gripped Sirius, telling himself it was to keep himself standing as he felt lightheaded and that he was still a man of God. His hand tightened on the dead man's hips, panting softly as their chests met.

Time crept by slowly as Sirius feasted; it felt like a millennia in each other’s arms before he pulled away. The grin was still present, a smattering of blood dripping down his chin. Remus was dazed, his eyes unfocused and his skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He was taken to his lodgings, a small cottage next to the church, by Sirius, and laid to rest with an unusual amount of care.

Sirius remained watching over Remus for some time, surveying him as his breathing rattled on weakly. Lost in his thoughts and the view before him, the vampire only realised the oncoming sunrise as the church clock struck 12. He fled, leaving for his coffin as Remus slept on, peaceful in the knowledge that his human was safely asleep

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P9

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language, Kidnapping, Drugs, Snakes, Violence, Blood, Creeper Behavior and Forced Kissing.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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You try to keep still despite the uncomfortable position your in, currently over Percy's shoulder with his arms holding your legs and your arms tied behind your back causing pain in your shoulders since gravity wants them to fall down, luckily Percy took the cloth over your mouth off feeling confident that you won't yell out for help. You managed to hide your arm from his view as much as possible, so he hasn't noticed yet, when he first picked you up to throw you over his shoulder you thought for sure he would notice but luckily he didn't. Percy's been walking for a while now, but he still hasn't told you where your going, your starting to think there isn't a location in mind, and he's just wondering so the crew can't find the two of you so easily, you can't think about it too much though, still trying to conserve energy so your snake can stay out as long as possible. "You ok back there?" Percy whispers pushing through some bushes that light up shades of blue and yellow, you give a simple hum in response making him rise an eyebrow, but he shrugs it off adjusting your weight on his shoulder while pushing past another bush, the pink light makes him smile since it highlights your skin but that smile drops when he catches a glimpse of your arm. Stopping he stares for a moment before pulling you off his shoulder and down onto the floor, you yell out in pain as your lower back hits the grass floor only for Percy's hand to cover your mouth while his other hand grabs your arm getting a good look at it. You knew this would happen, he would get angry at you for letting your snake out but it's been a while now so hopefully its found someone, you'll just have to grin and bear what ever he throws at you.

Percy's breath quickens as his eyes go wide looking over your empty arm, his mind runs wondering when you did this, why you did this, he truly thought he was getting somewhere with you but all of it was fake "Why? Why would you do this? I'm trying to help you, don't you see that?… Bring it back" Percy whispers but his voice is aggressive the hand around your mouth moving down to your neck wanting you to talk but also not call out for help, his other hand runs up to your cheek running his thumb under your eye. When you don't answer his face twists into a mixture of hurt and rage "I've done so much for you, why can't you see that? I tried to warn you about them, i brought you food and drinks that you refused, i protected you while in the shower and made sure they weren't hurting you at night" As he rambles your eyes widen, you thought your actions over the past few days was just paranoia but in turns out you were right to feel that way. "I made distractions, so we could be alone and then today-" Percy sighs shaking his head while loosening his grip on you trying to stay somewhat calm, so he doesn't yell and scream giving away where he is "They always needed you for something, someone was always there so i had to get them out of the way… i made a mess of the Sunny but-" He goes to say more but your heart stops in your chest at hearing what he's done, what did he do to the Sunny, your home? Is the crew ok? are your boys ok? "W-what did.. You do?" You ask with tears welling up in your eyes, you pray to what ever is out there that your crew is safe and that the Sunny's still intact.

Percy's face drops at seeing your sad face so leans in closer cupping your cheeks, he places a kiss on your forehead while he shushing you trying to calm you down as tears fall down your cheeks "It's ok… you so kind Y/n to worry about them but the crew is fine" The young man whispers against your forehead but it doesn't make you feel any better, your sadness is replaced by disgust and anger not wanting him to touch you or kiss you. "What.. Did y-you do?" You ask again this time with clear anger in your voice, Percy sighs and pulls away placing his hand back on your neck just to make sure you don't yell out "Fine, I'll tell you but its not really important… your not going to see them again." He states sounding annoyed, the sympathy he had moment ago vanished like it wasn't even there in the first place "I turned up the temperature in the aquarium bar, some wine exploded and some fish died. I put a small bucket of syrup on top of the Medical door, i knew Chopper would be heading in there soon for his nap and then i used a bat to bust open one of the barrels next to the engine… that was a real big mess" Your anger boils over at hearing him laugh about it all finding humor in causing damage to sunny and probably scaring poor Chopper "You bastard" You yell out shocking the young man whose quick to slap a hand over your mouth, you still curse him out though through his hand but its very muffled. Your heals ding into the ground forcing yourself to try and move but Percy straddles your hips sitting down on top of you to stop any more movements. "Shut up" The young man growls as his hand around your neck tightens forcing you to stop talking and gasp for air through your nose.

As soon as you stop struggling the young man loosens his grip on your neck and removes his hand from your mouth, panting for air you try moving your legs again but now the energy from your anger is gone you can't move at all "Its not like i hurt anyone, i just needed to talk to you, to get you to realize how much i care about you" the young man leans over you placing his free hand over his heart, his soft yet crazy eyes looking into yours as a smile grows on his face, your heart pounds loudly in your ears at that look, he looks more than crazy, he looks psycho. "Y-you drugged.. Me and h-hurt.. Chopper" You manage to get out through gritted teeth, how could he say he did no harm when its clear he hurt people, he may not have hurt chopper physically, but he did mentally, you can't image how upset he must be and how hard it must have been to clean up afterwords. The others must be in some sort of mental pain too after everything he's done, Franky loves the Sunny its like his baby and his baby got hurt, Luffy and Usopp must be upset over the fish they caught dying, you have no idea if they'll be edible or not which then leads to Sanji. He doesn't like wasting food which is why you set up a compost for the garden, unfortunately Fish is something you can't compost, there's also the waist of wine that he'll be upset about along with Nami, Robin and Brook who all love a glass after dinner. If the sake was in the bar too then Zoro will differently be upset and his temper will make everyone feel ten times worse.

Your more upset about him hurting your friends and crew mates than him drugging you "I had too, you weren't listening to me… I was planning on taking you away on the last day, staying here with you… just the two of us, building a new life, together" He sighs while leaning closer to you and cupping your face making you growl at him hoping he will back off at your warning, but he continues to lean in even though your trying to struggle under him. You try and turn your head to the side, but he forces your face to stay where it is keeping you looking up at him "But after what you said i knew they had a tighter hold on you than i first thought. If i didn't get you out of there then… You wouldn't realize how much we mean to each other, how we feel about each other" He smiles down at you moving in to close the gap only to yell in pain and pull back when you manage to turn and bite his thumb. "Fuck you… get.. Off me" You yell while trying to move the rest of your body but it doesn't work, tears well up in your eyes at not being able to move and get away from Percy who's holds his hand while looking down you in shock which soon turns into anger. The young man's hand goes back to your neck while the other grabs your chin stopping your head from moving around "Fine.. if words can't convince you than actions should. I wanted our first kiss to be special but hopefully this will show you… True loves kiss" Despite you trying to move your face away Percy has a tight grip not allowing you to move as he crashes his lips onto yours, panic hits you hard wondering what else he'll do if you don't stop him now.

The young man hums into the kiss ignoring your growls and tensing of your shoulders as you try and force your body to move in some way, you can't let this happen, you love Sanji and Zoro no one else and a stupid kiss form a crazy man isn't going to change that so your teeth grab onto what they can and bite down hard. Your jaw refuses to open up despite his muffled grunts and groans of pain as a horrible metallic taste coats your tongue, the hand around your neck grows tighter and tight as Percy struggles to make you let go of his bleeding and torn bottom lip but you refuse to let go. Raising his fist Percy brings it down on your cheek, the force pushes your head to the side making your teeth let go of the mans lip. Percy screams in pain while holding his hands over his mouth, falling off of you he lands in the grass writhing in pain but trying to control his his screams and whimpers. Coughing and panting you manage to catch your breath and spit out the blood in your mouth, the adenine you once had is starting to fade away leaving tears dripping out of your eyes and down your cheeks unable to control your silent sobs. The sound of crying hits your ears along with a few curses from Percy who managed to sit up a hand hovering over his mouth as blood drips down his chin and onto the grass "I guess the rumors where just that, rumors. True loves kiss doesn't break it." The young man sniffles crawling over to you placing a knee on your stomach as his hand goes back to your neck the look of sadness he once had now turned to anger as his eyes scan over your body landing on your arm. "I'm so stupid… this was all just a distraction wasn't it. Buying time for your snake to find the crew, I'm sorry but i can't let that happen. I don't know how it fully works but i do know if you fall asleep or pass out your snake stops or comes back or fades away."

Your eyes widen as Percy lowers his other hand that was covering his mouth showing you the damage you did, your proud of yourself for what you've done but his blood covered hand latches onto you throat, both hand starting to squeeze "Either way, you have to sleep, so please. Just go to sleep" The young man whispers tightening his grip as you gasp for air, warm tears building up in your eyes as your lung burn with trying to breath, your heart pounds loudly in your ears blocking out any sound while the light around you starts to fade. Tired, scared and unable to move you can't do anything to stop him from forcing your body to shut down letting the darkness take over but before it does you apologist to your crew, to Sanji and Zoro most of all, this is all your fault. You shouldn't have been so kind after everything he did and said, you should have told the rest of the crew, you shouldn't have saved him in the first place. Percy sighs releasing your neck after a while of your eyes being closed and your breath stopping, he feared he might have killed you so places two fingers on your neck and lays his head on your chest listening and feeling for anything. Panic rises in him until he feels it, a very faint pulse and shallow breaths letting him know your alive but clearly out. Sitting back up he grabs your arms and sits you up before throwing you over his shoulder again and standing, knowing he needs to move so no one can find them. It doesn't matter if you snake comes back or not, it just means less problems for him if he keeps moving, pushing through the bushes he carry's you through the forest trying to avoid paths and bright areas just to be safe.

Running down paths, past dulled flowers and through thick bushes Sanji and Zoro sprint as fast as they can watching your snakes head movements carefully in order to know which way to go, it seems like they have been running for hours but its only a few minutes. The smell of blood catches Zoro's attention, a mixture of emotions runs through him, hope that their getting close to you, worry that the blood is yours and slight happiness that it might be Percy's. The swordsman brushed past a bush halting as the the ground around him lights up in a pink hue showing the red spots and splatters of blood covering the grass, it looks fresh so their close but the thought of it being your blood comes to front of his mind. "Keep moving moss head" Sanji skids to a stop looking back at the swordsman to yell becoming annoyed but his breath hitched in his throat when seeing the bloody grass, worried the cook clenches his fists hoping that it isn't your blood while his mind spirals thinking of what Percy might have done to you. The blonde is snapped out of his thoughts by a growl from Zoro who's managed to pry his gaze away from the sight and start moving again "I'm differently going to kill him" the swordsman picks up the place running past the cook who quickly turns to follow, his anger and worry mixes together creating a sick feeling in his stomach, grabbing his cigarette from his mouth the blonde throws it away unable to calm down. "Hay" Zoro yells out as plants and flowers a head of them start to light up showing a figure running through the forest trying to lose them by running around thick tree's and into darker area's.

Your snake and the lights coming from around Percy made it easy for the two to follow and quickly gain on the young man "Bastard, let her go" Sanji yells out getting close enough to see your figure dangling over Percy's shoulder, The cook's heart races at seeing no response from you while picking up his speed, reaching out Sanji manages to grab your arm and kick the young man in the back sending him forward while pulling you into him and out of Percy's grasp. The young man gasps in surprise and pain from the hard kick his grip on you loosening, but he tries to grab onto your legs as your pulled off his shoulder only to be tackled from the side, a sharp pain piercing his hip. Zoro drops your snake while gripping his sword tightly, lunging at Percy the swordsman knocked him to the ground while thrusting his sword forward, he didn't care where he hits, he just wanted the young man to hurt. Hitting the ground the swordsman grabs the young man by the neck his knee pressing into his stomach forcing the air out of Percy's body making him pant to regain his breath, pinning the young man to the floor Zoro thrusts his swords further into his hip making it dig into the dirt below earning a scream of pain as Percy cry's out grabbing onto the swordsman's arm that around his throat trying to push him off. "Don't worry, i'm gonna make this hurt" Zoro growls twisting his sword and watching as Percy writhes in pain underneath him yelling and pleading for the swordsman to stop.

Panting with anger the swordsman's rage filled eyes burn into Percy, its not light enough to see the pain he's causing but the screams, begging and whimpers are good enough for him, at least for now. "Your gonna pay for everything you've done, i'm gonna make this as slow and painful as possible for hurting her" Zoro yells his grip tightening as his body tenses, the young man growls in pain but forces himself to looks up at the swordsman in anger hating the words that just left the swordsman's mouth, despite anger clearly on his face Zoro is close enough to see the fear hidden behind his eyes. "I-i never hurt her" Percy chocks out with a snarl trying to yell, but he can't with Zoro's hand wrapped around his neck and still trying to get his breath back from all the yelling and screaming in pain, the swordsman growls going to yell when he notices the young man's lip and the dried blood on his chin, taking his hand off his sword the green haired man pulls Percy's bottom lip down seeing clear teeth marks through the dried blood bringing a smile to his face "That's my girl" Zoro chuckles letting the young man's lip snap back into place causing a groan of pain, he normally doesn't think too much of it but it's a strange place for an injury to be, you had to get really close to bite him like that. The smile on his face drops realizing how you got so close to bite him and why you caused so much damage, the swordsman's hand un-continuously squeezes harder making the young man under him struggle and gasp for air "Y-You…" Rage overflows in him finding it hard to talk through his gritted teeth, but he's snapped out of it by the sound of Sanji's shaking voice calling out to him.

After grabbing you Sanji pulls your limp body into him holding you close to his chest "it's ok love, I've got you" The cook whispers relief washing over him now that your in his arms, slowly lowering you to the ground the blonde lays you down on your side starting to untie your hands before rolling you onto your back. Your snake lazily slithers over brushing past a few flowers before getting to your arm and starting to turn back into a normal tattoo. "Y/n… My love, Mi amour, can you hear me?" Sanji asks after untying your legs, when you don't answer he ruffling a bush next to him in order to see better, the bright yellow bush lights up some of your body making his heart stop. Dried blood covers your lips and a bit of your chin, a red mark covers your cheek looking like it's going to bruise and on your neck is a hand shaped blood mark with bruising already starting to show. With shaking hands the cook runs his thumb over your lips trying to see if there's any damage, luckily there isn't but it doesn't make him feel any better since your body hasn't moved at all, and he can't feel your breath on his fingers. Looking you over Sanji panic's noticing your chest isn't rising and falling, so he places two fingers on your neck trying to feel for a pulse. "Z-Zoro" Sanji calls out tears welling up in his eyes when he can't feel anything, Zoro quickly looks over to see the cook panicking over your still unnervingly still body, his heart dropping at the sight thinking you might be dead. "You bastard, you killed her… Your gonna pay for this" The cook yells going to start CPR.

Percy tried to sit up only to be shoved back down to the ground by the angry swordsman who places his hand back on the sword in his hip going to twist it to cause more pain. "She's not dead, the seed makes her looks like it, she has a faint pules" Percy yells out with panic, he doesn't want you to get hurt so despite the pain in his hip he focuses on the blonde, luckily Sanji stops just as he places his hand on your chest, thinking for a second he remembers what Chopper and Usopp told them and what the seed is called. With hope filling his chest the blonde places his fingers back on your neck while laying his head on your chest trying to listen and feel for anything. Zoro watches for a second before bending down to Percy his hand gripping the young man's throat a little harder "If she's dead, i'm not going to kill you but you'll wish you were dead." The swordsman continues to threaten as his chest fills with worry and pain still waiting for Sanji to say if your alive or not. The cook shakes slightly the hope fading away until he feels it, your chest slightly rising and a very faint pulse pressing against his fingers, sighing in relief the blonde lifts his head off your chest and cups your face placing a kiss on your forehead "She's alive" Sanji gulps trying to control the tears welling up in his eyes, Zoro sighs in relief turning to look over at his two lovers its a relief that your alive but from where he is, it doesn't look like you are, no wonder everyone thought snow-white was dead.

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Scene Draw + Excerpt

Kai didn’t even flinch as Marcus continued to stare, as though he knew what was going on inside Marcus’ head. He simply let him look, neither enjoying nor rejecting it, just... observing, in his typical cool and collected way. Marcus couldn’t quite figure out if he was making Kai uncomfortable or if Kai was just playing with him, letting him stew in the silence.

Finally, Kai broke the stillness, his voice cutting through the air like smooth silk. “You gonna say something, or are you gonna keep staring?” The words were dry, matter-of-fact, almost as if he was bored by Marcus’ lack of response.

Before he could find his voice, Kai smoothly glided over to his record player, pulling it out of its corner with practiced ease. He sifted through the stack of vinyl records, his fingers pausing, as though considering each one carefully before selecting a particular record. He looked up at Marcus, holding the album up in a way that didn’t quite demand attention but certainly got it.

“You look like a Radiohead... In Rainbows?” Kai asked, his tone nonchalant, but there was a slight edge of amusement in his voice.

Marcus blinked, completely caught off guard. He hadn't remembered sharing his taste in music with Kai, and yet, there he was, reading him like an open book. Marcus’ heart skipped a beat as he tried to gather his thoughts. He nodded slowly, still stunned that Kai had pegged him so easily. “Yeah... yeah, that’s right,” Marcus stammered, then tried to regain some composure, muttering, “In Rainbows is... yeah. It’s a good album. I- It's my favorite album” Marcus remembered the times spent in his dads old evil lair. Those few moments he used to crave back then; when he would spend time with Marcus outside of planning his stupid plots. “Coke Baby” vibrating in the background. They'd sit with their guitars and his dad would pretentiously claim that he'd known Radiohead before the Creepers; strumming on his out of tune on his guitar. Marcus didn't care one way or the other, their music was just as good no matter how popular it was. And when he was alone he’d play “Creep“ right along with “ 15 Step” and his personal favorite “Reckoner”. When he first infiltrated the Davenports he'd gotten them into it as well. Chase rattled off every fact possible about Thom Yorke like he had lived in his walls and Leo continued a long stream of jokes at Marcus expense about the hell of Radiohead fans' pretentiousness and distinct lack of bitches. Adam ate the walls. Their Dad ,Davenport, sat and watched them quietly whenever they played those tunes. Usually he tuned them out but he always came around if he caught wind of the band, and once had requested a playing of “Coke Baby” before excusing himself swiftly. Bree ignored them all when they played preferring One Direction over everything. Marcus' hard drive had stored all these memories in a file marked Music. It was his most precious file and it was like this guy had sifted through it and found just the right thing.

Kai’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, a dry purr escaping him as he lowered the record to the turntable. “Someone has good taste,” he murmured, as though it was an observation he’d made a thousand times before. It was an offhand comment, but it felt loaded especially with all the thoughts Marcus was now spinning.

LMAOO technically the first eleven chapters of my fic have been posted but it’s basically the quality of a first draft. (One person was really into tho lmao) I’m still working on the final 12 chapters while also reworking the ones I already have posted. I even have a sequel in the works and I STILL haven’t finished the original work. Lmao this ship is like the only ship that Ive ever been this invested in my whole life. If your interested in reading the first draft of the eleven available chapters it’s right here:

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Is there anyone in the lineup that doesn’t like them or feel uncomfortable with them?

Yes, Creeper (Mafiatale Papyrus).

Tiger is incredibly observant and noticed something weird in the bushes in front of the farm. Creeper has been hiding there for three days, watching a suspect for the mafia. Tiger blew up his cover right in front of the suspect, ruining all of his hard work. Creeper got really mad and attacked Tiger, which resulted in Bear coming to fight back with all he had, because he was not sure if his brother was in danger of death or not, being blind. Creeper got badly injured by a blaster and let's say he's not a big fan of them since.

Killer doesn't like them either, but that's kinda his fault if they're not friends. Clever as always, the first thing he did was scream "holy shit look at the size of this hole" pointing at Bear's face and then he immediately stuck his hand in his skull to knock on the other side of his head. Let's just say Bear really didn't like that, and then Oak, understanding his pain because of his own hole, got mad too. Killer didn't spend a really good day, chased by an angry Oak in the woods he had to run to hide because Bear attacked him as well. Killer knows to stay out of their way now lol. But Bear never forgot or forgave him and he's triggered every time he hears his voice.

Tiger also had a good idea to taunt Torpedo and Fang because they didn't park correctly in the supermarket parking lot, and, uh, Torpedo took that personally, as usual. Death threats had been made, but Tiger, far from impressed, simply flipped his two birds at him, which made him even more enraged.

[drsmokescreen]

metallightningbug 27m A bargain, a deal... Shrapnel was tempted to tell the Autobot that their deal would be that he got to stay alive as long as he was deemed to be more useful that way. But while the threat of death usually made for a good motivator, this time he would need more. Because if all the Insecticon offered up was to delay the inevitable than surely Smokescreen would not be inclined to seriously help him figure things out. "You... *help* me" Just uttering that word made him feel like he had just handed the other mech a blaster. "and I let you go (go)." That was the basic gist of it and all he was willing to currently agree to. "For now I'm taking you with me, we can talk about details later (later)." Without any further warning he moved into Smokescreens personal space, wrapped his arms around the mech and lifted him off his feet. He would just have to be careful not to put too much strain on his wounded arm. Shrapnel definitely wasn't going to let the Autobot take him to any kind of hospital and a 'creeper' didn't sound like anything he would want near himself. As for letting Smokescreen look at his processor... The idea made him more than a little uncomfortable, but maybe if they were somewhere safe and Bombshell was around to make sure the 'doctor' didn't take advantage of the situation?

Taken completely by surprise, Smokescreen squeaks but decides not to struggle to get free as the ground is rapidly retreating from them. He's stuck on this ride, and pretty glad now that he was unconscious the last time. He's also stuck face-to-face with Shrapnel, so he can't see what's below and map. Stuck, stuck and more stuck, but they seem to be going somewhere under terms. Terms that are not going to matter as Smokescreen gets taken deeper and deeper into a hole.

Smokescreen does have a good, up close view of that tear in Shrapnel's upper arm, now bleeding again. That could be good, or that could be bad for Smokescreen.

[tonys-fav-bitch]

Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys

Moon Knight AU

Part 4

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: in which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple

Warnings: none (I don’t think?)

YOU SMILED AT Steven who was hurrying out of the museum. He quickly waved goodbye to the guard who was at the entrance before making his way to you.

"Hey you." You said sweetly.

"Hello!" He said excitedly, making you giggle.

"Where would you like to go?" You asked him.

"Where ever you would like." He replied as he nervously fiddled with his sleeve.

"Well uh, actually. . I just moved here two days ago so I have absolutely no idea where I'm going." You said honestly, your cheeks flushing a slight red.

"Oh! Wow, uh then let me take you to my favorite place." He told you, waving you on as he started walking.

You two walked in a comfortable silence for a few blocks until you came to a small pub. The sign was old and worn out, the windows small and slightly broken. You raised an eyebrow at Steven.

"It's great, I swear! It uh. . Gives it character." He assured you with a sheepish grin.

"Then lead the way, Steven." You laughed.

He opened the door for you and let you enter first, standing behind your body. The height difference was quite big, Steven towering over your short stature.

The man waved at someone behind the bar and led you over to an empty booth. You both took a seat before picking up the menus.

"So, Steven. What do you suggest?" You wondered as you skimmed over the laminated menu.

"They have the best chips in town, I swear." He told you excitedly.

"Hmm, I'll be the judge of that." You replied with a smirk.

"I can assure you, love." He said as he looked through the drinks, not even noticing the slip of name.

You found yourself grinning at the word. You watched the sweet man as he intensely examined the different types of drinks, his eyebrows furrowing as he read.

A waitress strolled over after a few minutes and asked for your orders. Before you could respond, your phone began to ring. You told Steven to surprise you with whatever he thought would be best before excusing yourself.

You stepped outside and into the chilly night air before answering the phone. You didn't even look at the caller ID.

"Did you find him?" Fury's familiar voice sounded.

"Well hello to you too." You retorted.

"Save the pleasantries for later. Did you find him?" He brushed you off.

"Yes I did. I'm actually with him right now, but you're kinda ruining it." You huffed, hugging your jacket closer to your body to conserve any heat you had.

"It's always so nice to talk to you." He said sarcastically.

"You too. I can feel the love from here." You teased just before the line went dead.

You scowled at the device, running through different explicits for Fury. Before you headed back inside you clicked on your messages, scrolling through the photos Peter had sent you. They consisted of weird selfies and creeper shots of Sam and Bucky. You chuckled at the photos before hearting each one.

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket before heading back inside. You saw Steven nervously playing with his hair, a smile appearing on his face one he spotted you approaching.

"Hey, sorry about that." You apologized as you sat back down.

"Don't worry about it." He assured you.

"So Steven, tell me about yourself." You said softly.

"About - about myself?" He looked at you confused, almost not believing that someone wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Yea, what kind of date would it be if I didn't ask about you?" You grinned teasingly.

Steven's eyes widened at your choice of words, his heart beat suddenly picking up speed. He opened his mouth to say something, faltering for a moment.

"A - a date?"

"Im just teasing. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You giggled as you took a sip of water.

"This is just someone helping their coworker get use to the city and her new job." You added on.

"No - uh. . I like the sound of that." He responded, his lopsided smile appearing again.

"So, in order to get to know you more. . Tell me about yourself." You smiled sweetly at him.

"What would you like to know?"

"Anything you wanna tell me, Steven."

☽ ♞ ☾

It was getting late, but the two of you sat at the booth kept on talking. You listened intently to every word Steven spoke. For the first time in a long time, Steven felt appreciated.

You found yourself holding on to every word that came out of the handsome man's lips. You didn't expect to be so intrigued by the man before you. You assumed he'd be boring or an arrogant asshole who thought he was too good for everyone else - yet here he was, kind and caring.

You had only known him for a mere 12 hours or so and yet you knew so much about his life. Most people might have been put off by his oversharing, but you found it endearing and innocent.

After Steven finished his thought he sipped on his water, nervously tapping his foot. You glanced down to your phone, noting the time.

"Oh man, I didn't realize what time it was. I hope I didn't keep you longer than you wanted." You apologized.

"No, no. You're fine. I'm certainly in no rush to head back home." He assured you.

"In that case. . Wanna walk me home?" You inquired. It would give you more time with the man, but also because you had no idea how to get back to your apartment from here.

"Of course." He grinned and got to his feet.

You followed after him and the two of you headed out the door. The chilly night air hit both of you like a brick, causing you to shiver.

"Where do you live?" He asked as he rubbed his hands together. You relayed the address and he gave a grin in response.

"You aren't far from me, come on now."

You made the trek home in mostly silence, occasionally commenting here and there. After about 10 minutes you arrived outside of your place.

"Thank you again for dinner. It was nice to spend tonight with someone rather than alone in my apartment." You thanked him.

"Of course! Although, we never talked about your job." He pointed out.

You raised your brows in surprise, now realizing that that was the whole reason for the meeting. You shrugged before speaking.

"Well I guess we'll have to do it again." You pointed out, making the man smile.

"I guess so. ." He trailed off.

You leaned forward and rested a hand on his shoulder before placing a small peck on his soft cheek.

"Goodnight, Steven."

☽ ♞ ☾

You found yourself pacing in your room as you read about Steven more. Your brain kept jumping back to tonight's earlier events, the food and the conversation - the connection you seemed to feel.

It was outrageous that you were feeling anything for a mere stranger. Even worse, a recruit? You ran your hands over your face stressfully before plopping down on your bed.

You pulled your phone out and quickly dialed a number, bringing the phone to your ear. You listened to the rings over and over until it went to the familiar voicemail you were so use to.

"It's Natasha, I don't wanna talk right now. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you."

Hearing your best friends voice was always a comfort and a pain. It reminded you of the amazing person she was but also reminded you that she was gone.

Natasha always knew what to do and how to do it. You needed her right now - to help you adjust to London and to help you figure out what you were feeling.

But you couldn't. You couldn't because Thanos took her away from you and the team, forever.

And because of that, the Avengers would mourn her - always.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Cobb irritates Din

A/N: Hello lovelies,

First, I want to say hello to all my lovely people. I can't believe not only that I've had such an amazing response to the celebration, but also that I've actually gained an additional 60 followers. I'm floored! Thank you all for showing me so much love. It means a lot.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: somewhat flirting, Cobb being Cobb, talking with food in your mouth, awkward asking out. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The question hung in the air, like a dense fog. It was as though there were traces of something but if you tried to grab it, it simply slipped through your fingers. 

Din simply drank the juice Omera brought over. It wasn’t even that difficult of a question, yet for some reason he just didn’t have it in him to actually discuss it. However, he noticed how Cobb was shifting in his seat, as he turned his attention to Ann, he shook his head and rolled his. He glanced from Cobb to his new farmhand, letting out a sigh.

“Omera, Camilla and I grew up together, Cobb moved here just after college, right?”

“More or less about five years after I became a cop. There was an opening for a Sheriff out here, and I took it. Never looked back since.”

“Do you like being out here?” I asked Cobb as I took a sip of the juice, surprised it wasn’t as sweet as I thought it would be. 

“I like that I can make a difference out here.”

I nodded, “I can respect that; did you always know you wanted to be a cop?” I turned slightly so I could see Cobb more clearly.

“Umm … yes and no. My father was a cop, and died in the line of duty back on Coruscant. I was actually in school for Engineering when he passed, and ever since he did, I felt I needed to take up the mantle. You know, carry on his legacy.”

“I get that, I’m sure he’d be very proud of you. What about you, Din? Did you always want to be a rancher?” I glanced over to him, his eyes were focusing on anything but the two of us in front of him. 

“Why are you asking so many questions? You barely speak on the ranch, and now you’re all chatty” his eyes narrowed on my face, almost scrutinizing my interaction with Cobb.

“Well on the ranch, I barely speak since you don’t like talking; plus it seems like every time we do, we somehow end up arguing, or getting annoyed with each other, like this morning.”

He held up his hand, stopping her before she went further, “Fair enough.” The realization she didn’t feel completely comfortable around him, made him aware of the most uncomfortable sensation within his chest.

“Here you go guys” Omera placed the dishes in front of each of us, “Anything else you guys need?”

“No, I think we’re all good. Thanks Omera” Din offered, as he nodded at her. 

“Oh Ann before I forget, someone wanted me to ask if you are the new farmhand on Din’s ranch?”

“I am. Why?”

“Well don’t look now, but you see the young guy at the bar sitting close to the coffee maker…”

“Mmhmm, what about him?”

“He wants your number?” She smiled. 

“Tell young Toro Calican” Cobb’s eyes narrowed towards the bar, “that he needs to stop being a creeper, or I’ll make sure he has my number. And despite the rumours, I’m not that easy.” 

Din sputtered a little as he took a sip of his drink at Cobb’s statement, coughing to clear out the juice that went down the wrong tube.

“You okay?” I looked at him making sure he was alright, the last thing I needed was to have to worry about telling Grogu his father was injured or worse.

“Yeah” he cleared his throat, “I’m good.” He cleared his throat one more time, “Listen Ann, it’s your choice if you want to give him your number, but I can tell you, I don’t like him.”

“Meaning?”

“Let’s just say I get a vibe off of him.”

Cobb snorted, “You get a vibe? I’m telling you that dude is no good. He came to me last summer saying he wanted to be my deputy, so against my better judgement, I gave him a chance. You know what he did for a whole week straight, look in the mirror and pretend to be having tough guy speeches. You deserve a man, not a boy, Ann.”

I did my best not to laugh at the two being super overprotective, “Ahhh, gotcha. Well …” I cleared my throat, “either way, thank you Din and Cobb for your … attentiveness.” I stifled my laugh as I focused on the very kind woman serving us, “Omera, please tell the young man that I’m highly flattered, but not interested in someone still going through puberty. Oh wait that sounds harsh. Tell him, I’m not interested in someone who’s still trying to figure themselves out. Not to mention, I’m not interested in dating right now.”

Hearing her statement made the uneasiness in Din’s chest lessen a little.

���Dang girl! Let the man at least have some legs he can walk away on.” Cobb kept his voice down, but it was still slightly loud; Omera smacked him on the shoulder, a not-so-silent reprimand.

“Hey in fairness to Cobb, if he didn’t want someone to make fun of him, he should’ve come over here himself or talked to Ann in private like a gentleman and not a scared little boy,” Din defended his best-friend. 

“I’ll just let him know you’re not interested.”

“Thanks Omera, appreciate it.” She chuckled as she headed over to the counter.

Cobb popped in a fry as he looked at Ann, smirking, “So since young Calican, failed to catch your eye, who or what does catch your eye, beautiful? Or more specifically, when will you decide to be interested?” 

I simply chuckled, shaking my head, “First, I’m interested in someone who doesn’t talk with food in their mouth” I jeered as I took a bite of my burger, I turned to look at him smiling, “So I appreciate it, if you didn’t chew with your mouth open” I teased, chuckling slight as I chewed with my mouth open.

Cobb couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, she was different from other women he’d known, she was easy going, and friendly despite what happened in her past. The more he got to know her, the more he felt inclined towards her, 

“Girl, you are playing in dangerous waters,” Cobb bumped my shoulder laughing.

“Cobb …” Din looked from his plate to Vanth, the rapport the two in front of him had, seemed to establish what had seemed to be irritating him this entire time. Din, let out a breath. Why did Vanth have to show up? Why did he have to sit with them? Why did he care about Cobb and Ann? It probably had to do with the fact he was upsetting his lunch time, maybe it was the fact he was used to eating in silence, “… shut up and eat your food.”

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Stubborn Man (1/2)

Creeper Vargas/OFC

summary- while on the road for a charity gig, creeper's girlfriend finds herself in need of pain relief after an old back injury flares up at a motel.

warnings- 18+. smut below the cut

word count- 3.6K

I love this man and he deserves so much more attention than he gets 🖤

Unlike their boys, Bella and Vivian weren't built for long days on the back of a bike. Two days turned into four, and four turned into a week. A full week bouncing around California and Nevada, hooking up with different charters, getting involved in fundraisers and charity, even a blood drive for the children's hospital. By rally number three Bella's legs were stiff, and the small of her back felt like it was never going to be the same. She needed sleep, real sleep in her own bed without the sound of a party next door, or drag racing Harley's on the street as background noise.

Neron had promised her this was it, the last one and then they could make the journey home. Bella hated to complain. She hated letting him down, so she kept her mouth shut and dealt with the sore muscles and stiff joints in private. Years ago, she'd been in a car accident that left her back worse for wear, and falling in love with a man whose passion was the most uncomfortable form of traveling was sometimes an issue, but most of the time it was manageable.

The motel they'd stopped at for the night was loaded with MC members from all different places. It was located just outside Reno, off an old highway. She could hear the sound of laughter wafting through the opened window of their room as clubs drank and hung out on the porches of their rooms. From someone's car stereo in the parking lot, Latin hip hop played.

Bella stripped off the shirt and jeans she'd spent the day in, threw her hair into a bun on top of her head, and headed into the bathroom. The hot water running in the tub had already steamed up the mirrors. She slipped out of her panties and bra, back aching for the relief of warmth. As she sank down into the bubbly water, she tried to relax, but felt her lower back lock at the new position. She winced as white hot pain shot down to her toes. Counting to ten sometimes helped, so she gave it a try with a deep breath.

In the midst of the pain, she hadn't noticed the sound of the door to their room opening, and she was startled by a knock on the frame of the bathroom. Her eyes shot up to find Neron, and she quickly masked the pain and smiled tightly.

"I told you to lock the door," he said softly with a disapproving shake of his head. He knew she was forgetful.

"Sorry, my mind was on one singular track, and that was this." She gestured to the bathtub.

"How you feeling?" He stepped further into the room, and sat down on the toilet seat, elbows resting on his knees. There was concern written all over his face.

"I'm okay," Bella said, reaching out and slipping her fingers through his, giving them a squeeze. "You getting into trouble out there?" She nodded toward the parking lot, but he shook his head, eyes looking over her naked body.

"I'd rather be getting into trouble with you," he said, and she sat up further, using his hand as leverage to lean over and steal a kiss, her breasts peeking above the sudsy water. His eyes shot down to the newly exposed skin and she grinned, sinking back down.

"Go have fun with the guys, mi amor. I'm just going to head to bed after this."

"You need anything?" Neron stood and leaned over the tub to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"No, I'm good." She leaned up just a little to connect their lips again, but winced at the sudden movement. Neron pulled back so their lips were a few inches apart, and locked her in an intense stare. He never missed a thing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He stood back up straight, eyeing her with suspicion. "I told you to tell me when shit like this happens."

She shook her head, trying to play it off like it was nothing, but he didn't buy it. Her injuries had always been a topic for argument, so instead of bringing it to his attention, she kept it to herself most of the time.

The accident happened after Neron and Bella broke up after just six months of dating. He wanted to be free to go wherever the winds could carry him, whereas she wanted a stable person in her life. They were both young and stupid, so of course she jumped into the first relationship that came her way, which just so happened to be a man named Rocco who raced street cars by night.

In short, one night a race location was turned over to the police by a rat, which ended up in chaos. Rocco, in an attempt to get away, lost control of his car at eighty miles an hour and flipped the two of them into a concrete guard rail on the interstate. Bella had been in rehabilitation for weeks after, and things were never been quite the same with her body. Neron always blamed himself for the accident. He swore it was his fault for walking out, for choosing the outlaw life over one with her, but Bella had never seen it that way.

"It's nothing I can't handle," she said, trying to reassure him with a smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest, pinning her with his dark eyes. "That's not the point."

"I'm fine. Go on." She shooed him with her hands, but he hesitated.

"Straight to bed." Neron warned, stepping toward the door. He wanted to stay, it was written all over him.

"I promise."

He gave her one last look over, let out a heavy sigh, and left her in the tub to soak.

Two hours later, Bella was laying flat on her back staring up at the ceiling, unable to tune out the noise from outside. The fan on the ceiling spun around and around, and she focused on that instead of the pain. The aches hadn't relented and without the warm water, she was miserable.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door and a voice calling her name. "Bella, you awake?"

"Yeah, Viv. You can come in."

Light from the festivities outside poured into the room as the door swung open, and Bella's best friend slipped inside.

"Neron wanted me to check on you." She came over and plopped onto the bed, folding her legs underneath her in the process.

Bella just rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "A mother hen, that man," Bella teased, lifting herself up enough to lean against the headboard.

"Coco's drunk as a skunk." There was mild annoyance in Vivian's tone. "He's made friends with the sergeant of some Colorado club."

"Sounds like our boy." Bella winced while trying to cross her legs.

"You sure you're feeling okay?" Vivian pressed.

Bella nodded while taking a deep breath.

"Don't lie to me, Bella."

"I don't want to make a fuss about this." Vivian raised a brow, and Bella could see the knowing look in her eyes in the moonlight. "Ron will never ask me to go anywhere again."

"How bad is it?" Bella's shoulders raised and fell in a shrug. "Bella, one to ten, how bad?"

"I don't know, maybe seven?"

"Have you taken anything?"

Bella shook her head and used her hands to press into the small of her back. Vivian stood up, causing Bella's gaze to snap to her. "Don't you dare go tell him," she warned. She had the sudden urge to climb out of bed and handcuff Vivian to the headboard.

"No choice. He threatened me with Coco's life if I wasn't honest, since he knows you won't be."

"You're the worst," Bella called after her as Vivian headed for the door.

"You'll thank me later."

Vivian left without giving Bella the chance to say anything else. "Shit," she whispered to herself, knowing Neron was going to be upset.

Like clockwork, a few minutes later, the door swung open, this time without a courtesy knock to warn her of the person's entrance. She could feel the tension from all the way across the room as Neron stepped inside.

"Baby girl—" Neron's voice was filled with irritation, but she cut him off.

"I already know what you're about to say. I'm sorry." He stepped over to the mini fridge, shaking his head and pulling out a bottle of water before stalking over to her. His hand extended and she opened her palm. He dropped two pills into it. "What is it?"

"Just take it," he snapped, uncapping the bottle and giving it to her.

She tossed the pills into her mouth, willing to do just about anything to get the pain to let up, and swallowed them down with the ice cold liquid. "Lay down and turn over. Put this under your hips." He handed her a pillow and she did as he said, hearing the annoyance in each word. 

Neron pulled his cut off and tossed it onto the chair beside the bed, then his hoodie, leaving him in just a black sleeveless shirt. Only then did he come over to her resting on the bed, admiring every inch of his newly exposed skin. His rough hands slid up her naked legs to the shirt of his she'd thrown on after her bath, and he pushed it all the way up around her shoulders to expose her back. The callouses on his hands sent a ripple of chills through her body, and goosebumps raised on her arms. It was the first good thing she'd felt in hours.

Neron climbed onto the bed, a knee on either side of her hips, his fingers pressing into the aching muscles. She shied away as he hit a particularly sore spot, but he persisted, working his hands in the practiced way only he knew how to. When she hissed out in pain, he leaned down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. It was Neron who'd listened to the doctors during her rehab, Neron who took notes and wore reading glasses and focused his full attention when they told him how to help her. She never heard from Rocco again, but Neron never left her side.

If he wasn't so mad at her, he'd whisper soothing words in her ear, his voice so low she could barely hear, but not tonight. She'd have to settle for his lips on her skin. Bella liked him best like this. When the doors were closed and no one could see him, where he could be gentle and loving without judgement. He was mad at her for concealing the truth, but he'd make the pain go away because he could, and he loved her.

Neron worked out the kinks in her back for a long time, long enough for Bella to start getting drowsy from the medicine, and she could feel herself starting to smile from the lack of pain and the feel of him against her. It was such a relief after the misery she'd been in.

Bella turned her head on the pillow to look back at him, his eyes focused on his movements as he massaged her lower back, then up to her shoulders. His hands felt like heaven, and it took all of her willpower to push back the desire in her lower body.

"You're riding back in the van with EZ," he said, words coming out firm. Bella just nodded.

When Neron leaned down to run his lips against the skin of her back, she shifted against him, earning a sharp exhale from his chest. His tongue traced soft lines, and a hum of pleasure left her lips when his beard tickled her spine. She shivered. Her lower half disobeyed her rational thought, and she pressed her hips back into his.

"Watch it," Neron said, his fingers latching onto her waist to hold her still.

Bella laughed and rolled her eyes. "Always the grouchy old man."

"Is that right?" He pulled back and she whined at the loss of contact. He knew she meant his age and not his title.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, looking up at him with her eyes barely open.

He thought about it for a few seconds, all while she pouted, but he just stood from the bed. "Next time, don't hide shit from me."

"So stubborn," Bella whispered under her breath, but he caught it, giving her a look that said he wasn't happy

He reached down and brushed a hand against her cheek. "You think I'm the stubborn one?" She hummed, eyes fluttering closed at his touch. "Sleep," he said, leaning down to kiss her one last time.

Bella latched onto his wrist, keeping him close, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip. She felt so much better, and he felt so good against her. Her hands wandered up his arms and around his neck, and she tried pulling him back into bed, but he was stronger. Neron latched onto her wrists and forced them down into the mattress above her head.

"Just listen to me for once."

"I'm fine now," she whispered, tugging against his hold, pulling her legs up and squeezing her thighs together. He looked down the length of her body, taking in every last inch of skin. She loved his dominant side. She loved pushing his buttons from time to time.

Finally, Neron released her, thinking she'd conceded, but as he pulled his sweatshirt back on and went for his cut, Bella sat up on her knees on the bed. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, an old one of his that was a favorite of hers, and pulled it up over her head, leaving her nearly naked except for a pair of black panties. When he saw what she was up to, he paused, eyes darkening. She reached out and grabbed him by the belt, dragging him back and pressing her body to his.

"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning his head back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to the tattooed column of his throat.

"Trying to get my stubborn, old man to loosen up."

Neron's hands found the swell of her ass, and he squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. "Keep callin' me stubborn, sweetheart."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He laced his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and kissed her hard, tossing his cut back down on the bed, and Bella ran her fingers up beneath his sweatshirt. She loved the feel of his warm skin, the lines of his abdomen. While they kissed, she dragged the fabric up his body, exposing the black and white art beneath.

Once she pulled it off of him, she went for his belt next. It was a bulky thing, but she was an expert, and it was unfastened before he could tell her no. He gave her ass another firm squeeze as he kissed her roughly, his tongue stroking against her own.

Bella went for the button of his jeans, popped it open, and slid her hand into the fabric of his boxers where his cock was hard and waiting. He broke the kiss, groaning, resting his forehead against hers. She smirked, giving him a few pumps, using her thumb to brush over the sensitive head.

Almost always in control, Neron found his resolve drifting. She could feel him giving in, and when he kissed her again, she knew she'd won. She kissed down his body, her teeth grazing his nipple piercing, tongue following to taste his skin until she was at eye level with his perfect cock. His fingers laced through her hair as she admired its length, glancing up at him innocently as she took him into her mouth. The most delicious sound left his chest, and she felt wet heat pooling between her legs. There was nothing quite like unraveling her old man, listening to his shallow breaths, watching his eyes close when she sucked the right way. All Bella wanted was to make him feel good, like he'd done for her.

"Fuck," he mumbled, eyes locking on hers as she stared up at him, loving the way his arm muscles flexed when he pulled at her hair, guiding her motions of bobbing her head up and down.

The medication, OxyContin she could now guess by the way she felt, had fully kicked in. She felt like she could take on anything, but the only thing she wanted to do was him. The high had her feeling on top of the world, and she used her tongue to show him just how much she loved him. She pulled off of him when her eyes were burning with tears from taking him so deep, when she could feel his arms tremble ever so slightly has he neared an orgasm.

Bella kissed back up his body, and he claimed her lips when she reached his. When he pulled back, she watched with lust in her eyes as he dropped his head and ran his tongue over her hardened nipple. She let her arms wind around his neck, holding him to her chest as he sucked and nipped, making the desire between her legs so much more intense.

She managed to sit back down on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs so he could stand between her thighs. In one quick motion, Neron hooked his arms under them behind her knees and knocked her flat on her back, his fingers hooking into her panties and dragging them off. He ran his hands back up, squeezing the flesh of her thighs, spreading them wide, his eyes raking up her body until they landed on her aching, soaked center.

Bella gazed up at him as he stared down at her, naked and spread out just for him. "You look fuckin' irresistible," he said, voice low and thick with desire.

"So do you." She couldn't hide her own lust, and she knew it wasn't lost on him.

Neron knelt on the floor between her legs, and her lips parted in anticipation, raising them to drape over his shoulders. He gripped her thighs tight enough to leave indents, forcing a moan from her mouth as he bit into the flesh just above her knee. His tongue soothed the sharp pain. Her pussy was dripping wet now, she could feel it, and her hands fisted the sheets tightly. Finally, his mouth landed right where she wanted it, his tongue licking straight up her center where he sucked her clit between his lips.

Bella cried out, her back arching, but Neron held her firmly, keeping her hips under his control. He ate her pussy like he was dying to do it, pushing her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm until he pulled back, gazing up at her. Her hands were shaking, her legs almost numb, and when they locked eyes, there was a mischievous expression written in his.

Neron crawled up her body, making sure not to put his full weight on her. She wound her legs around his waist, dragging them closer together. He propped himself up on his hands, brushing the hair from her face. She relished the feel of him, of his naked chest blanketing her own. His jeans were still around his waist, so she pushed them down as best she could with her feet, eager to feel his cock filling her up. He knew it, too.

"You wanna take back all that shit you were talkin' earlier?" he asked, biting down hard on the flesh of her breast, just above her nipple. His breath was hot against her skin. All she could do was stifle another moan when he rocked his hips into hers.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly. 

A knock at the door broke the spell so fast Bella's heart leapt into her throat. The sound of Coco's voice through the thin barrier made Neron groan and drop his forehead onto her chest.

"Yo, Creep, Bish needs us," Coco called out, continuing to pound on the door. He was definitely drunk by the slur of his words.

"You open that door, Johnny, and I'll gut you." Neron yelled loud enough for him to hear. Bella couldn't help but laugh, reaching up to cover her reddening face with her hands. 

Neron dragged himself off of her with a sigh. He looked Bella over while fastening his jeans and buckling his belt, pure irritation written across his face. She bit her lip and watched him redress, feeling incredibly disappointed that neither of them had gotten what they needed.

"Sorry," he said her, slipping his arms back into his cut. He leaned over her still flat on her back, kissing her lips. "This isn't over."

With that, he slipped out of the room, making sure to lock the door on his way out. She turned over on her side, dragging the sheet over her body and groaning into her pillow.

[faerybites]

Vulnerable post here:

Last night, it was me and my fiancé's anniversary so we went out for dinner and for a few drinks. I recently bought this 70's gothic outfit which I really liked... but as someone with large boobs and I do struggle to find something that fits me. But this jumpsuit outfit made me feel very confident within myself. Now, like I said, I have big boobs so they'll always be on "display" but the upper part fitted with them perfectly; not too tight or too loose. I get stares with having big boobs, always do and it makes me feel uncomfortable but I get on with it... that's just what I do. I have called people out and can stand up for myself even in scary situations. Anyway, that was bound to happen with the outfit I was wearing. Possible stares. During the night, we bumped into someone we know, a woman, and she made a "funny" comment about my chest area right off the bat. "Well, thank goodness my husband isn't with me to see this!" her eyes on my chest area. We all laughed it off but I remember feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach. My fiancé told me not to worry about it and we carried on our evening. We met up with some friends which was fine, I was headed to the restroom when I walked past a group of men and I got whistled at, which I ignored, this happens on a daily basis but I just "ignore" them. I was coming out from the restroom when one of the men was outside, I asked him to move out of my way and he said "Not with a body like that!" He snickered and instead of wanting to stand up to myself, out of fear I asked him to move out of the way. I told him my fiancé will be wondering where I am and he tried to grab my chest area but someone came in and he ran away. I ran back into the restroom and cried. I was so scared. I went back out to our friends and my fiancé knew something was up. The men, as well as that creeper had left the pub we were in. I was beyond relieved. We went home and I told him "Why did you let me go out in this? I feel like I let you down as well as myself." I told him about what happened and he just held me. That is what I like about my partner, he supports me and empowers me to do or be whoever I want. He would never tell me what to and not wear, he isn't a controlling a**hole. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up this morning feeling like a guilty failure. A slut. Asking for it. You name it. I even googled breast reduction. Chest binding. I hated my body more than ever. I blamed myself for not reporting the incident to the pub staff. I wish I had but all the what ifs started flooding my brain. I don't know why this is effecting me so much. I have experienced various forms of unwanted attention before but what happened to me last night is effecting me a lot.

I am doing okay today, I'm taking care of myself; cuddling up on the couch with my cat with a blanket and a cup of tea. No one should ever have to feel unsafe just because you look "sexy". I am angry and frustrated with how society views women to be. I also feel incredible embarrassed. Has anyone ever felt like this?

[zahri-melitor]

Okay I have opened March Solicits. Reactions as I go (and I'm feeling salty today):-

Chip I am trusting you to land this ZEA storyline. Also Zur!Tim is when? I am still hotly anticipating the possible fallout from that.

If Harley is back on Suicide Squad is she leaving Birds of Prey? Please?

(Also hot take but I think we're past the need for Harley to be on Suicide Squad. Part of me perked up at Black Alice and Clock King on SS, but eurgh. Harley)

Is there anything more eye-rollingly boring than "Bruce Wayne origin story" at this point?

Batman & Robin continues to look fine

I'm reminded I need to find time to sit down and start Ram V's 'Tec run.

"What's wrong with Nightwing" (I cover my mouth and laugh) anyway this looks very Tom Taylor levels of stakes.

I woke up to the Barbara discourse so I was already spoiled on this, but... sigh. Kelly Thompson not understanding the need for BoP to have someone in the troubleshooter/research role is hmmm a flaw. I am giving the team some leeway still though, as I DO think they're doing good Dinah content.

Outsiders: ...you know I actually have no clue what DC has done with Nocturna since the 2011 reboot apart from the fact she's apparently back. She's Kate's ex? (who isn't at this point??)

I'm again reminded that putting Poison Ivy on my longlist to read is probably a thing to do.

Red Hood: The Hill - "in their civilian lives, seeds of jealousy begin to drive a wedge between Jason and one of his oldest friends". Now don't get me wrong, actually developing Jason having his own cohort is something that is so necessary, but...it's intensely funny to me to see a book pretending Jason has a civilian life and longstanding friends. Go on.

World's Finest: look, I trust this team but you know what I don't need in my life? "the first meeting of Joker and Lex"

...oh damn, PG don't do this to me, that story concept looks halfway okay? Though it would still be funnier to hear about the team of Kara and Karen, ACTUALLY.

The Flash: you know what? I'm still enjoying Si Spurrier on this. Jai and Max sounds like an AMAZING team up actually.

Speed Force as a title is confusing me in that it's not only a mini, it's a mini that's actually keeping abreast of continuity around it for the characters involved. What is this? post-Crisis? (Keep this energy up)

I'm sorry, Wonder Woman is looking worse and worse. That cover makes me HUGELY uncomfortable. (the flag actually even more than the sword)

Sinister Sons remains looking SO BAD

I acknowledge that Amazons Attack is a bad rerun of a bad event, but also Mary Marvel is in it and I love Mary soooooooo (even though I know it makes other people mad)

The Green Arrow situation has been heavily canvassed, but my personal complaint is, in a slow meandering storyline to start with, we are at issue...10? and we finally get 4 women all at once? Why is Mia arriving with this group? Why are they all together? Why are any of them talking to Waller, particularly current Waller, let alone working for her? Why issue 10/12? (sings the 'devaluing women in Green Arrow again? Is it Tuesday?' song)

The old JSAers minis final issues - yeah that looks fine

CREEPER IN SHAZAM??? What??? The Creeper in a wacky hijinks book? This could be very fun but wow is that a tonal dissonance.

Blue Beetle *whispers* I'd actually be cool with Ted retiring from active hero work again. It's a good look on him.

Ape-ril - BANANA SCENTED COVER????? I feel this has gone underappreciated

I am, actually, excited for the Barda DCInk book. Though I wonder how much of the Furies backstory is going to get softened for it.

I still can't believe they're reprinting Dixon Nightwing AGAIN, in a 1024 page trade paperback. Why not collect Grayson? Why not finish out the Robin and BOP Dixon collections instead? WHY AS A PAPERBACK BRICK with all the downsides of both TPBs and Omnis and none of the benefits of either format?

[bingbongsupremacy]

Stranger Danger

Pairing: Abby Anderson x reader

Warnings: Creeper

Summary: Abby saves you from a creeper at the bar.

This one's really short and i wasn't really sure how to end.

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

*****

" I'm not interested. " I shift uncomfortably while folding my arms over my chest in attempt to semi cover up. I'd felt sexy when I had originally put this outfit on, now I just feel embarrassed.

" Really, baby? I think you and I could really have some fun. Let me just buy you a drink. Let's see what you think after. " The man who's been hitting on you for the past 5 minutes grins. He obviously can't take a fucking hint. He's been eye fucking me since the minute I showed up.

" No thank you. " I glance around the dance floor. Where the fuck are my friends? There were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.

" Your tits look amazing in this dress. " The man suddenly states. His balding head gleams in the neon lights. He moves his hand from the bar counter to my thigh. " I could put 'em to good use, ya know? " He whispers.

A shiver of disgust runs down my spine.

" Excuse me, why the fuck are you touching my girlfriend. " An voice asks from behind me.

The man looks up in surprise. " Girlfriend? " His eyes flicker back towards mine.

I nod in confirmation, playing into whatever this stranger is doing. Thank god they're there. " Yup. 2 years in counting. " I take the opportunity of the mans' shock to push his hand off of my thigh. I quickly get up and put some distance between the man and I. An arm is defensively pulls me behind them.

My eyes trace the arm up to the owner.

A muscular blonde woman sternly stares at the man in front of us. Her hair is down, neatly framing her defined face. She's dressed in a tight black shirt that perfectly shows the imprints of her muscles. A pair of dark jeans hangs off of her hips.

" Back the fuck off. " The woman's voice is serious and threatening.

The man looks me up one last time before turning to go. " Fucking cunt. " He mutters.

" What the hell did you just say? "

" Nothing. " The man shakes his head. " I said nothing. "

In a fight between these two there's no fucking way he'd win. He knows that.

" Yeah that's what I thought. Stay the fuck away from her, you hear? "

The man mumbles under his breath, pushing past people towards the nearest exit. He's obviously embarrassed. Good.

" Thank you so much. " I let out a sigh of relief. I drop my hands to my side, feeling slightly more comfortable.

The woman sends me a small smile. " Yeah, of course. Couldn't just stand by and do nothing, ya know? "

I return the smile. " You're a life saver. " I glance at the bar. " Is there anything I can do to repay you? Maybe buy you a drink? "

" Oh you don't have to worry about it. It's not a big deal. " She puts her hands into her pockets, obviously more calm that the man is gone.

" It is to me. I seriously didn't fucking know what to do. Please, it's the least I can do. " I sit down on my abandoned seat and pat the one next to me.

The woman bites her lip. She takes a second to contemplate before accepting the invitation. " Sure. Why not? "

" I'm Y/N by the way. " I grin while extending my hand.

Her shake is firm and steady. " I'm Abby. "

[spnangelbang]

“A Cupid’s Work” - Thursday, July 27

Author: Redamber79 ( @imbiowaresbitch​​ ) Artist:  LadyRandomBox ( @ladyrandombox​​​ ) Rating: Explicit Featured characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline Featured relationships: Dean/Cas Length: 10,600 words Tags: Omegaverse, true mates, magical transformation, angel Dean, mpreg

Summary:  Having driven Cas from the bunker yet again, Dean hides away in a storage room, wracked with regret and longing. He knows Cas will likely never return, and he'll never get the chance to help groom Cas' wings again.

He finds a Cupid costume and, in search of a distraction, puts it on, only to have the wings turn real.

Cas, an Omega angel, returns to the bunker at a desperate prayer from Sam to find Dean, the other half of himself, the one he could never have, has been transformed into an angel. An Alpha angel descending into rut.

Excerpt:

The first time Cas let Dean help groom his wings, Dean thought that the angel seemed uncomfortable. He chalked it up to the pain of his injuries, since with his wings hurt and his grace weakened, Cas was in agony and vulnerable. Cas held himself stiffly, his jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut as Dean gently brushed out ash and debris, straightening crooked feathers where he could, and carefully removing the ones he couldn't save. Dean wasn’t even sure he was helping, because Cas flinched so often, a tight-lipped grimace on his face. He repeatedly paused, trying to get Cas to tell him what he could do differently, to make it easier on Cas, but Cas merely shook his head, avoiding eye contact. Even Dean knew that was weird for them.

When he sat behind Cas to work on the backs of his wings, he couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar, but absolutely incredible scent. He didn’t have the words to describe it, and he realised as he brushed out Cas’ wings that the scent was coming from Cas’ wings. That explained why he didn’t recognise it. He’d never been so close to Cas when his wings were out before, much less had his hands on them. He kept his mouth shut though since he didn’t know if asking would be the angel equivalent of commenting on a dude’s B.O. But damn, that smelled so good, and time after time, Dean found himself leaning closer, breathing deeply to capture that scent. He felt like a creeper, but there was something addictive and yet soothing about it. He just hoped Cas never noticed.

Dean helped groom Cas’ wings several more times over the years, carefully refraining from the urge to bury his face against Cas' wings and breathe in that scent, which had quickly become intoxicating.