#wet haired Hunter 😏

[skyguy-simp]

I finished the bad batch today— I’m late but that doesn’t mean I still didn’t violently sob. I HAVE MANY THINGS TO SAY 😫

[hunters-heathen]

Madam, can I interest you in a discussion about Hunter in season 3 bc your mention of him as a very 'Joel Miller' type character has triggered so many thoughts omg

AH YES let’s absolutely talk about this 😏

I know so many other people who have compared Hunter to Joel so I definitely don’t take credit for the originality, but I just see so much Feral Dad™️ Energy in him this season, and I was HERE 👏🏻 FOR 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻

He’s just so brutal in season 3. So determined. So focused. He & the squad worked so hard for so long to try and find Omega, and to lose her yet again seemed to just flip a switch in him. I wish his reaction to her being taken by the Empire was a little different than what we got, but I am glad he didn’t spend any time blaming Crosshair for what happened.

This flip in his attitude is so visible in other places though, especially in Episode 13: Into The Breach. The whole ending scene with Rampart demanding he abort the mission, and that isolated, confident “negative” from Hunter in his lower register of tone was so brilliant. The brain rot I have from seeing so many edits of this scene is unreal 😵‍💫

Then we reach the finale… Hunter’s determination was indestructible this episode. This man gets tortured and is held under brutal conditions and still manages to a) get up, b) successfully kill the CX trooper(s), AND he then chases after Hemlock with Crosshair. There is also no hesitation or mercy with Hunter; Scorch faces a brutal end, which makes me sad for the Delta Squad, but moving into Hemlock’s death almost directly after was so rewarding.

Also I have a single photo to contribute to my main thoughts about this conversation right now

DJDJDJDJDN WET HAIR HUNTERRRRRR

LOOK at him. Look at his expression. That stone cold, calculating gaze that silently promises Hemlock the death Hunter warned him about just minutes before in the episode.

In short: he’s brutal. He’s determined. He’s merciless. He will literally not stop pushing forward until his daughter is returned safely to him and the threat has been neutralized.

Sergeant Hunter, everyone 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[im-no-jedi]

TBB headcanons: Love and Affection

hehe... now for the fun headcanons 😏 these are borderline M rated, as I do talk about things like virginity and turn-ons, so uhh look away young’ins!!

also, this is the last of what I had previously written down for fic purposes, so if anyone has a request for more headcanons, feel free to ask!✨

and now, for your amusement, here are my thoughts on the boys’ “preferences”:

Hunter

Likes giving physical affection; he often shows that he cares through physical touch (placing a hand/hands on others, holding hands, etc), but he has a hard time receiving it (hugs are weird LOL) 

Really loves and enjoys kissing; his smooches range from gentle yet passionate to a starved beast depending on his mood 

Not a virgin; will sleep with someone for mission purposes (like to get info or whatever) or just because he needs to destress (he actually craves intimacy and gets quite horny, but doesn’t prioritize his physical desires most of the time)

Turn ons: playing with his hair, touching/massaging shoulders, neck/jaw kisses, anything with his hands, biting/clawing/scratching 

Things he finds physically attractive: large chest (boob go squish), nice hair (long enough to run his fingers through), hands (especially ones that fit perfectly into his), hips (bonus if ya got good rhythm and can shake ‘em) 

Love languages: acts of service, physical touch, quality time

Tech

Does NOT like physical affection, please look but don’t touch 

The very idea of kissing makes him nervous, but he would warm up to it and give the absolute sweetest kisses 💙

Very much a virgin; demiromantic; not opposed to sex but would be classified as asexual 

Turn ons: complimenting his intelligence, anything with his hands (especially massages) 

Things he finds physically attractive: being competent and intelligent (braincells are sexy) 

Love languages: quality time, gifts, words of affirmation

Wrecker

Extremely physically affectionate, loves to both give and receive it in any way, shape, and form

Absolutely LOVES kissing; he gives big, wet smooches and as many of them as he possibly can

Not a virgin; loves getting freaky at the club and needs some good lovin’ every once in a while, you know?

Turn ons: complimenting his appearance/strength, back touches/massages/kisses, body crushing hugs/squeezes (enough that he could feel it), grinding, lap straddling 

Things he finds physically attractive: being stronk (enough to impress him), big booty (he loooooves cake), thicc thighs (thigh go squish), nice smile (and big lips for smooching), cute tummy (any size, he don’t care, he just wanna smooch the tummy) 

Love languages: physical touch, quality time, gifts

Crosshair

Pretends like he hates physical affection but secretly craves it (he touch starved af) 

Enjoys kissing and always makes sure every single one counts; his smooches are precise and calculated, but never devoid of affection 

Not a virgin; is very particular about who he sleeps with (he has very specific needs and must have them met, otherwise hands off)

Turn ons: neck/ear touching/kissing/biting, tongue play, grinding, biting/clawing/scratching 

Things he finds physically attractive: nice legs (long like his are his fav), pretty eyes (he WILL compliment them constantly), hands (and what they’re capable of doing~) 

Love languages: quality time, acts of service, physical touch

Echo

Doesn’t mind physical affection, he just doesn’t believe he deserves it because of how he looks (“who could ever learn to love a beast?”) 

Gets flustered at the very thought of kissing, and blushes like crazy every time he gets a smooch; likes receiving them over giving them 

Big ol’ virgin; totally a “wait until marriage” guy (doesn’t judge other people for being frivolous tho, that’s your business not his) 

Turn ons: neck/shoulder massages, anything with his chest (especially kisses and massaging/rubbing), lap straddling 

Things he finds physically attractive: nice hair (mostly cause he misses his own), hips (that fit nicely against his own), nice smile (especially if he can get you to laugh), smaller build (he likes to be the big spoon) 

Love languages: acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time

other headcanons: Physical and Mental Traits | Sleep | Body Stuff

[melissa-kenobi]

omg i loved your crosshair fic; it was SO CUTE im dying,, could i request a nsfw piece with hunter? based on prompt 13. however form and length you want>>>>

Payback [Sergeant Hunter x Reader]

A/N: Hi Anon, ahhh I'm so glad you liked it!!! 🥺🥺 & yessss smut with Hunter is my favourite thing 😏 ahh I don't think that this is my best work, also I'm sorry this came out so late, I've been busy with a few things xxx

Prompt 13: "Slap my ass again and I'll make you fuck me in that closet."

Hunter had been a pain in your kriffing arse all day. You had no idea what in the galaxy was wrong with him, but he had been teasing you, making crude remarks everytime you walked past him. You're pretty sure you had to block Omega's ears from them at one point, the young girl only looked at you in concern with soft wide eyes, as she blocked her little clone dolls ears too.

It wasn't even like he was being discreet about it. He was openly voicing his lust and horniness for you. He had caught you on your way to the fresher on the ship.

"Y/N-"

"Hunter I swear to the maker if-"

"Kriff, sweet girl, your arse looks fucking amazing in my blacks. I wanna fuck you right here."

He had then proceeded to squeeze your bottom before sending a harsh slap to your arse. He pinned you to the door, using his hands to hold your wrists above your head as he slowly grinded into you. Your mouth open in shock, a small moan slipped out as your head fell back against the wall.

"Fuck..."

"You like that pretty girl?" Hunter hummed against your throat, lips sucking harshly at his favourite spot. The spot he knew would make your moan louder for him, but he avoided him, lips just trailing around it as your hips followed his movements.

Hunter slipped his leg between your thighs, right below your pussy. His free hand gripped your hip tightly as he pushed his leg up, clenching his thigh as he saw your mouth drop open in pleasure. The moans tumbling out your mouth only spurred Hunter on more. He would have kept going if he hadn't heard his brother climbing onto the ship, Omega tagging along.

"Fuck... Hunte-"

The brunette pulled away, dropping your hands before he left a sweet kiss on your cheek and a slap to your bottom making you frown in frustration and annoyance. "Kriff, Hunter what-"

"The boys and Omega are here." He huffed. "I'll fuck you real good later on sweetheart." He promised.

***

The second time he did it, it wasn't like his brothers were in the way or anything. He had just slapped and squeezed your cheeks as he passed by, making you jump on the spot. He smiled innocently at you.

Alongside a small wink and smirk.

You knew Hunter too well and this was his way of teasing you. He was waiting for you to pounce on him, and you weren't going to fall for his bait.

***

Well.

Turns out you did. The fourth time he did it, was what got you. His fingers had traced your pussy from behind, teasing you in the way you liked it, before he had caressed your bottom before giving it a harsh slap. That resulted in you flipping on him and shoving him against the wall.

"Slap my ass again and I'll make you fuck me in that closet." You hissed, grabbing his hand that trailed across your arse, his wandering hands still holding onto the flesh of your arse.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do if don't fuck you, pretty girl?" He growled, fingers now squeezing the soft flesh, as he teased you - face now curious as to what you were going to do.

"Maybe I'll find a reg who can fuck me properly then." You smirked, knowing it would make Hunter jealous and cure you of your horniness for this man. Kriff you were pretty sure your thighs were wet with your slick just from him teasing you all day.

Your remark gave you exactly the reaction you wanted from Hunter. The clone let out a deep growl, snarling his next words at you as he pulled you closer to his body. Your chest pushed up against his as he tugged on your hair.

"You wanna say that again pretty girl? I'm not so sure a reg could handle a brat like you?"

"Who's to say I'm the brat?"

Relying more on actions rather than words Hunter picked you up, hands wrapping around your body as he slung you over his shoulder. Your hands quickly holding onto his blacks tightly as he slapped your arse - hands trailing over it as he squeezed it lightly.

He turned away from the closet, his mind reeling with ideas to fuck you. He had reached your shared room, throwing you gently onto the bed, his hands holding your wrists above you as he pulled his bandana from his head and tied it around your wrists. Hunter trailed his fingers down your body before tugging harshly on your clothing, resulting in a loud ripping noise as you gaped at him.

"Hunter i-" You started but Hunter was quicker. Ripping off your clothing he left you in your underwear only, crawling ontop of you as he kissed that special spot on your neck.

"A good girl would have listened." Hunter growled. "But you didn't. So now I'm going to show you what a brat like you deserves."

***

[absurdthirst]

Could you do a Mando role play where Din & s/o remake their 1st time together? They have been together for a bit now (& seen his face) but they want to remake that special moment. He re-dons his armor and blindfolds his s/o. (AT YOUR DISCRETION w/ rough s*x). Some light choking/bondage would be ok and post role play teasing/cuddles like: “Maybe one day you’ll let me see your face.”🥰 “Maybe one day I’ll let you.”😏 Thanks! Your writing is some of the best and I can’t wait to see what you do!😘

***Soooo I regret nothing....even if this went off in left field.

First Time

You stumble and fall to the floor of the Razor Crest, the metal grated floor digging uncomfortably into your knees as the armored covered man pressed a button on his vambrace to close the ramp leading into the ship. Your last escape route.

He turns, presumably to head to the ladder that would take him up to the cockpit. Ready to leave this Maker forsaken planet you had been on. Course set for Navarro, to collect the bounty on you.

“Wait!” You shiver when he silently turns towards you, something about the intimidating figure he cut and the way he took out a bar room full of men who didn’t want you to go had you suddenly thinking a crazy thought. Never one to censure your thoughts too much or care about the consequences of those thoughts, you blurt out. “I’ll let you fuck me if you let me go.”

****

Greef Karga placed a single puck in front of Mando, the silver beskar helmet tilting to the side as his visor was directed at the leader of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild.

“This is a favor.” The older man said quietly, looking around the cantina where he set up shop.

“A favor?” Glove covered fingers activated the puck and the hologram shot up to show your face. He studied your feature, the puck giving no more information than your chaincode and name. “For who?”

“That’s not important, Mando.” Greef waves away the question and leans forward, setting his elbows on the table. “The important thing is that she is to be brought in alive, relatively unharmed and she is not to be put in carbonite.”

Mando nods once and plucks the puck off the table, saying nothing more as he slid from the booth and started walking for the door. Greef called out behind him. “Alive, Mando!”

He didn’t bother acknowledging the other man as he walked out the doors, headed to his ship.

****

He didn’t move after your proposal. Silence settled around you for a long minute. He was good.

You shuffle on your knees, trying to make yourself seem more appealing even though your hands were bound and you weren’t exactly dressed to seduce. Your bound hands moved up to the buttons on your shirt, flicking a couple open to give him a better view of the soft swell of your breasts beneath. You saw the subtle tilt of his head, the leather of his gloves creaking as his hands curled into firsts.

“I could suck your cock.” You venture, biting your lower lip at the prospect of seeing what was underneath that imposing facade. “How long has it been since you indulged, Mando?”

He doesn’t answer, but his entire body tenses, as if he were deciding. Ignoring the pain, you crawl forward on your knees and reach out, fingertips brushing the rough fabric of the duraweave pants he wore. You could see the way that the fabric was starting to tent under his growing length. He was intrigued by the idea.

Reaching for his buttons you watch his visor looking down at you, wondering if you are looking into his eyes as you start to open his trousers. You hear the hiss of air through the modulator of his helmet, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath his layers.

Your mouth watered as you pulled him from his trousers. Long and thick, his cock was beautiful. The red tip was swollen and lovely and begging to be taken into your mouth. Your tongue came out and the moment your wet muscle touched his cock, it was like a switch was flipped in the Mandalorian.

His hand shot to your hair, his fingers pulling on your hair as he yanks your head back. A low growl comes from above, slipping out from under his helmet. “Open.” He demanded.

He wasted no time, his length pushed into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to choke as he pressed forward. His other hand clamped around your jaw, his thumb pressed against the hinge, keeping it forced open as he grunted.

The feeling of him gagging you made your cunt clench as he pulled back. Your tongue rolled around the head of his cock, and his hand tightened on your jaw, his grip almost bruising. You felt him twitch before he pressed forward again.

You hummed around him, your tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as you hollow your cheeks and sucked on him. He set a harsh pace, his hips thrusting forward repeatedly as your nose was pressed into the fabric of his pants. He grunts and groans, breathing hashly under the modulator as he fucks your throat. This fearsome warrior taking his pleasure from you.

You could feel the slick pooling in your pants. Your thighs rubbing together as you thought of having his cock inside you. Fucking your cunt instead of your throat. You moan at the idea, and eagerly start swallowing around him.

He tenses, his cock pressing in until it restricted your airway. You gasp and his hips jerk back, his thumb on your throat as he feels you suck in huge lungfuls of air. He waits until you breathe steadily before feeding you his cock again.

He likes it. The way that the tears pool in your eyes and your spit dribbles down his length, sliding into his trousers. He has to, from the way that he presses in again. You feel the way and his hands tighten on you as you glup around him. Barely repressing himself. You can’t wait to see if he will lose control and fuck you until you can’t move.

He doesn’t talk to you, just reaching down and grabbing your binders. Yanking you to your feet and shoving you towards the stack of crates that were piled in a corner against the hull of the ship. When you sprawl across it, your blinders magnetize, locking you against the metal hull of the ship.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you?” It was posed as a question, but he already knew the answer by the way your hips wiggled back. Your legs spread wider as you arch your back, pushing your ass up in the air.

His hands are rough when you nod, stripping your pants down your legs, taking your underwear with it. You hear his groan, knowing he sees the slick pool of your arousal shining from the liner. His feet knock your feet further apart, spreading you wider as he leans back, taking in the view of your needy cunt.

Suddenly he was behind you. Hard beskar pressed against the back of your thighs as his cock brushed up and down the slick folds of your cunt. You mewl and pushed back against him, only stopping when a hand came down hard against your ass. He pauses when a ragged gasp rips from your throat and you cunt clenches around nothing. Pulling away, you immediately grunt when you loose his warmth.

Another strike comes down on your ass, making you moan louder. Throaty and needy as more slick gushes out of your cunt and slides down the inside of your thigh. A leather clad hand wraps around your throat and pulls your head back, to where his visor is staring down at you.

You know you have to look wrecked. Your eyes begging him for more as he watches you. Another blow reigns down on your ass and they flutter closed as you cry out again in pleasure. His grip tightens around your throat and your eyes shoot open again.

Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his cock slams into your cunt. Burying himself to the hilt in your body and pushing against your cervix before he finally bottoms out with a low groan coming from the beskar clad warrior behind you.

Clenching around him, your squirm, needing to move. To take more or have the pressure of his cock inside you let up. Which one you needed you couldn’t decide.

He decided for you. His free hand pressed on the small of your back, pinning you to the crate as he pulled his cock back to your entrance and surged forward again. Punching out squeaks from you as he hammered into you. He didn’t let up, hips swinging rapidly as he shredded up against nirvana inside you.

His visor locked on your face the entire time. Mouth slack and rounded in pleasure as your eyes roll back. You could do nothing but lay there and take the Mandalorian’s cock exactly how he wanted to give it to you. And apparently that was to make sure that you felt him for days after he got done with you.

Every thrust of his cock drove you closer to shattering. Tension coiling in your gut as your body pulled tighter every time he filled you. Your fingers opened and closed, clawing at the smooth metal walls of his ship as he groaned when you started trembling around him.

“Cum.” That low, rich baritone commanding you to give in pushed you over the edge. Pulling against your restraints, you arched your back even farther as your scream filled the ship. Your body quaking and shuddering as your cunt clamped down on his cock. Your cum pouring out of you and soaking his cock. Your eyes locked on the stoic face of his helmet the entire time you came for him.

He moaned as he ground his hips hard against your ass, his cock twitching inside your spasming walls. Heat flooded your cunt in spurts, making you moan as you felt the Mandalorian’s cum fill you. He hisses as his hips slowly rolled against you, riding out his pleasure as he made sure every drop of his release went into you.

Easing out of you slowly, he released your throat and your head fell forward as you panted. You knew his eyes were on your fluttering cunt as he stepped back. You could feel a dribble of his cum slide out of your cunt and slide down to coat your labia. You moaned at the feeling.

When he moved again, you looked back. His cock already tucked away and looking like the entire thing had never happened. Except for the fact that your pants were still shoved down your thighs and you were dripping his cum while you were locked to the wall of his ship and your cunt ached from him, you would have believed it.

He was moving towards the ladder again. “Where are you taking me?” You mumble, your orgasm having exhausted you.

He stops, his foot hooked on the bottom rung as his helmet turns toward you. “Navarro.” He said shortly. “I don’t bargain with quarry.”

He disappears up the ladder as your mouth falls open in silent shock.

****

You were almost asleep when you felt your arms fall from their locked position against the hull. Bare fingers tenderly removing the binders and rubbing at your bruised flesh from where you had pulled against the restraint.

“Cyar’ika.” He murmured softly as he lifted you gently and scooped you up into his arms. The armor was missing, just the warmth of his bare chest as he cradled you against him. “Are you okay?”

You heard the concern in his unmodulated voice. Your eyes flutter open to see warm brown orbs watching you carefully. “Hmmm, perfect.” You wrap your arm around his neck and press your lips against the tan skin there, smiling into him as you feel him shudder.

The door to your cabin opens with a silent woosh and he lays you on the cot the two of you share. He squeezes in beside you and pulls you into his arms. “Was that what you wanted, riddur?” He asked quietly.

You giggle as you nod sleepily against his chest, your hand splaying over his pec and your thumb brushing against his skin. “Yes. A perfect recreation of our first time.”

You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s wincing. He regretted it, although you had nothing to complain about that first time. Except for him dragging your ass back to Navarro to collect his ‘bounty’.

“I prefer seeing you.” He presses a kiss against your head. “And you seeing me.”

You turn and give his chest a cheeky bite as he flinches. “I find it hilarious that you turned in your son and your wife for a bounty, Mando.” You tease.

He huffs as he shuffles underneath you. “It didn’t help that you left out some key bits of information.”

You giggle again as you rest your chin on his chest and look up to where he was giving you a sour look. “It’s not my fault your code means no questions.”

****

“Mando!” Greef stood up from his normal table at the center of the catina and opened his arms wide, his smile excited as he looked at the bounty hunter. “I see you were successful!”

Your eyes roll as you are pulled forward, your binders in one of his hands as the Mandalorian drags you through the door. He pulls you over to the table and is about to shove you down into the seat to complete the transactions when Greef stops him by fondly calling your name.

“Ah! My favorite niece!” Greef proclaims loudly, looking around the cantina like the theatrical show man that he is. “You never call, never write. So of course I had to send my best bounty hunter to track you down!”

You bite back a grin and the way that the beskar covered man beside you suddenly stiffened up, his back more rigid than the metal that adorned his body. “Niece?” He growls, his head snapping over to you.

“Uncle.” You smile when he pulls you into his arms. You hadn’t seen the man in the past few years. The older half brother of your mother, he had always entertained you with grand tales over the years when he visited. He pulled back and looked you over.

“Can I get these binders off?” You lift your arms and turn back towards Mando, who awkwardly presses a button on his vambrace and they fall to the dirty cantina floor.

“You look good.” Greef commented as he motioned for you to sit. Turning to the bar, he held up three fingers to indicate a round of drinks to be brought to the table. “Mando wasn’t too rough was he? I thought I saw you limping when you walked in.”

You grin as you hear the quiet grunt as you slide into the booth. Repressing the hiss of pain as your tender cunt touches the hard booth. Your eyes cut to where the Mandalorian was removing his rifle from his back so he could sit down. “I gave as good as I got.” You say smugly.

His body froze in mid air for a split second before he sat down, the pause barely noticeable if you weren’t watching him carefully.

Your uncle throws his head back and laughs loudly in the noisy cantina as Mando puts the puck on the table and leans back. To anyone else, he’s the picture of relaxed ease, but you see how tightly his fist is bunched.

“That’s my girl!” Greef shakes his head. “I tell you Mando, you will have your hands full with this one. She’ll keep you up at night.”

“Oh, he had his hands full.” You whisper, too low for your uncle to hear, but you know Mando heard it from the way that he stiffens.

Mando shifts, uncomfortable, and you bite your bottom lip as you smirk at your uncle’s unintended double entendre.

“There was a bounty on your own niece?” He asks, incredulity making his voice raspy.

The older man shook his head. “No, I just knew that this was the only way to get you to go get her.” He motions to you. “This is the help I was talking to you about, the helper you agreed to take on.”

“Really, uncle?” You shake your head as you roll your eyes. “You made me think I had fucked up somewhere and pissed you off. This is your favor you asked me to do?” You ask as you gesture to Mando.

You give your uncle a narrowed eyed look as he leans back and grins at the two of you. “My niece is the best in the parsec at keeping a ship flying and she loves kids. She agreed to help you out. Mando, meet your new crew.”

Mando’s head jerks back and whips around to look at you. You shift in your seat, his cum still wetting your cunt as you hold out your hand. “I look forward to seeing what you can do, Mando.” You sing, a big smile plastered on your face as you know his mouth has to be opened in shock beneath his helmet.

****

You squeal as his hand pops your ass sharply, making you jump. “Hey!”

His hand soothes the mark even as he grumbles at you. “You could have mentioned you were Greef’s niece. You had no reason to be scared of being turned in.”

You laugh at his disgruntled look, leaning up to give him an only slightly apologetic kiss. “And miss out on that amazing sex?”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, his arm tightening around you. “Yeah and you let me turn in a bounty, his niece, to what is basically my boss with my cum still dripping out of you. All without opening your smart little mouth.”

“And miss imagining what that face looked like under that helmet?” You scoff and kiss him again. “Not in a million years, Mando.”

“Like I was having a stroke.” He quips, wryly twisting his lips as he hauled you up closer to him. His hand cups your face gently as he lifts his head and kisses you again. “But it was worth it to be here right now with you.” He says quietly.

You hum your agreement as you look down at your Mandalorian, completely bare and exposed, just for you. How could you regret your first time if it lead to this?

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[babygirlwolverine]

Yo yooo congrats on 800! Have you ever written about Dean and Cas staying at a house with a pool while on a hunt? Aka night swimming can be quite romantic 😏 Just a thought 😎

"Dean! It's 2am. What are you doing?" Cas hissed as Dean slipped out of bed.

"Shush," Dean whispered. He beckoned to Cas, putting his finger to his lips. "Don't wake Sammy. Now let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"Trust me," Dean murmured, leaning over the edge of the bed to peck Cas on the lips before he was pulling away and creeping across the room past Sam, who was still snoring. Darting his gaze across the hall to make sure the coast was clear, Dean slipped out.

Cas grabbed his trenchcoat and tugged it on, following Dean as quietly as he could. When he closed the room door behind him, Dean was at the end of the hall. He threw a wink at Cas before descending the stairs. Cas jogged to catch up, finally meeting up with Dean on the first floor.

"Dean? What are we doing? We're in the middle of a hunt. You need rest."

Dean slid his fingers across the inside of Cas' wrist. "The hunt can wait. There's something I want us to do."

The smile on Dean's face was so tender that Cas' heart skipped a beat. He nodded, letting Dean tangle their fingers together as he pulled them down the empty hall of the house-turned-hotel. Pushing open a steel door, Dean led them to… the pool?

"Dean?" Cas asked questioningly.

"Swim with me?" Dean murmured.

Cas couldn't find the words, the affectionate look on Dean's face leaving him speechless. He forced himself to nod yes, earning a dazzling smile from his lover.

Dean reached up, gently pushing Cas' trenchcoat off his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. Cas shivered as Dean's hands slid under the tshirt he'd stolen out of Dean's bag a few hours ago. Pushing the shirt up over Cas' head, Dean leaned in and kissed Cas, soft and gentle and slow.

He quickly pulled his own tshirt off, leaving them both in their boxers. With a smile, Dean linked their hands and pulled Cas towards the steps of the pool.

Once they were fully in the water, Dean wrapped his arms around Cas' neck. Cas automatically settled his arms around Dean's waist, smiling when Dean bumped their noses together softly.

The moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, leaving a delicate glow across Dean's face that made Cas fall for the hunter all over again.

Slowly, they swayed to the center of the pool, neither of them letting go of the other. Dean dipped his hand in the water, reaching up to tangle his hand into Cas' hair, wetting the strands and twisting them around his fingers.

They remained locked in each other's embrace, letting the water lap around them, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere. The water was warm and inviting; so soothing even Cas thought he could fall asleep here in Dean's arms.

"Hey Cas?" Dean asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence they'd be swimming in.

Cas tipped his head down, pressing his nose behind Dean's ear. "Yeah?"

"Happy first anniversary," Dean whispered.

Leaning in, Cas captured Dean's lips in the most achingly affectionate kiss they'd ever shared. "Happy anniversary, Dean."

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