#cosmic intimacy masterlist

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🍷Scent of Your Destined Person ★ Concept Affirmations

🍷concept🍷

In this Universe, there is a consciousness of Love so true, kind and understanding. I tap into this consciousness of a higher romance and remember that I came from Love myself. When I remember this of myself, I am awakened to your idea. My mirror image of pure love consciousness. I deeply believe I am deserving of someone like you, someone who’s just like me. You are Love and honourable and I know you will treat me with dignity. When I think about you, my heart is drenched in sweet honey and I begin to yearn for your company. Somewhere in this Universe you exist, my Destined Person whom I have chosen to experience a beautiful love story with me on Earth. Consciously, consciously, increasingly consciously I become aware of your vibrations. Beat into my heart, my one and only, so I can recall how it feels when I am with you in the fifth dimensional realm of unconditional Love.

🍷cosmic remembrance🍷

All of my subconscious remembrance of my Destined Person comes back to me. All of the lovely dreams I have ever had about my ideal person become Reality. I am conscious of the choices I make to entertain only higher romance imbued with unconditional Love. I AM LOVE. I remember my fifth dimensional expression of Self. I recall my fifth dimensional understanding of what Love is. I AM FIFTH DIMENSIONAL LOVE INCARNATE. By this decree I call upon my fifth dimensional Divine Counterpart whom I have chosen as my company on Earth. Our relationship on Earth mirrors perfectly our Divine Connection in the higher realm of unconditional Love. In our relationship, there is no place for rivalry, intimidation, manipulation, threats or abuse. In our relationship, there is only care, nurture, Love and Respect, and the desire to be our best selves for our happiness. A relationship where there is Love is easy-peasy; it is harmonious and loyal. I remember a higher romance that fulfils my soul, body and spirit.

🍷through the aethers🍷

I call upon that Soul whose essence is divinely connected to my own. I attract that Soul whose Love transcends egoic Human drama. This Soul I have chosen is a perfect match for me on Earth. This Soul is my Destined Person on Earth. I remember the essence of my Destined Person. I vibrate higher to become a vibrational match to my fifth dimensional ideal relationship. My Destined Person is moral, loyal, and kind. I attract my Destined Person by conscious choice. I want AND receive my Destined Person whose Love is free from manipulative tactics and condemnation. My Destined Person respects my free spirit and autonomy. I am free to express myself. I am free to express my Love. I am free to love my Destined Person and be very, very happy.

🍷i choose you🍷

When I look into the eyes of my Destined Person there occurs an immediate recognition. A Love so pure, innocent, and kind. I am reminded that this is what true intimacy feels like. What unconditional Love feels like. My Destined Person’s vibe is familiar to me. Our Souls are very, very good friends. Every cell in my body responds to the presence of my Destined Person. I feel comfortable in the presence of my Destined Person. We both recognise each other’s Soul Essence. I am divinely attracted to my Destined Person. Above all, I love my Destined Person’s whole being, divinely, divinely. Acceptance, warmth, respect, genuine admiration and care for each other’s wellbeing are the foundation of our divine attraction. With my Destined Person, unconditional Love is a very real thing. I feel no doubt that our relationship is simply going to work. We are meant to be because our Souls chose each other. What we feel towards each other, is a divine expression of what Love on Earth could and should be.

🍷heaven on earth🍷

Traits I may not like in others, in my Destined Person every little thing is lovely. Silly or petty, my Destined Person is darling to me. The Love of my Life, I see my significant other in the best Light possible. They are lovely. I accept and love all that my Destined Person is. It is now come full circle. My Life finally makes sense and it is complete. The flowers in my heart bloom with joy whenever I see my Destined Person. The Love we feel towards each other is the purest thing the world has ever witnessed. When other people look at us, they wonder how a Love such as this is even a Reality. When other people look at how we carefully treat each other with kindness and respect, they are inspired to want the same for themselves. By our example, people believe in Love again. We are what Heaven on Earth is made of. Love, makes everything easy.

🍷fated rendezvous🍷

My Destined Person and I are always connected. We will find each other. In the aethers we are already together. Sooner than later this physical Reality will abide by the natural Law of One. My mirror image, you are already here in my heart. I feel your heart naturally beating as one with mine. When I lay sight upon you, I will recognise your Soul that is just like mine and know that we have fallen in love in the best way possible. I love you. You make it all worthwhile. I am open to meeting you in this physical realm. I receive you now. I call your Soul back to me. Call my Soul back to you, my Love. We transcend above logic and limitation now. Our time is now. Your scent already enveloping all of me even now.

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Introduction

You can call me anything you want. I'm a socially awkward person. I like the concept of cannibalism as a metaphor of love. I like the intimacy shared between Whumpee and Whumper. 

I really appreciate all the ideas people sent me. It's cool and gory. I just still don't have the ability to write those prompts yet. And thank you to those who always supported me and sent appreciative and loving comments about my writings. It always makes my day and keeps me motivated to write more stories.

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Masterlist

(so you don't have to scroll all your way down)

Intimate/creepy whumper

A Raw and Tender Crime (vampire whump)

Be Mine

Burnt Matches (multiple whumpees)

Carcass Weight

Comfortable Grief

Crushed Cranberries

Caramel Curls (forced infantilization)

Cacophony

Eerie Echoes (my personal favourite)

Fingerprint

High Tide Heartbeat (romantic whumper)

Into Your Bloodstream

July Is A Wound

Little Italy

Luna Moth

Pause, Breathe and Proceed

Puddles (diary whump)

Routine (diary whump)

Slipping Away

Sequoia (touch-starved whumpee)

The First Crack of Snow

Teeth and Bones

Unwanted Love

Whispering Wind

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Sadistic/Cruel Whumper

Absolute Obedience

A Source of Wonder (masochist whumpee)

A Sadist and A Saint

Broken Hourglass

Blurry Pictures

Blood Orange Liqueur

Buttercup

Decay

Fever Dream

Glued Intestines

Indelible Ink

Moth

Moon Milk and Paper Stars

Masked Madness

Overripe and Falling

Pomegranate Stains

Reeks of Someone Else

Ribs Made of Glass

Sacred Heart Tattoo

Sprinkles of Stardust

Shadows of The Ordinary (autistic whump)

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Caretaker

Ancient Veins

An Act of Mortal Love (overprotective caretaker)

Cosmic Love

Counting On Fingers (love this onee)

Darling Fool (Bad Caretaker)

Gift-Wrapped Sorrows

Leaky Fine Print

No Trace of Tomorrow

Wildflowers

How Do You Spell Home? (Stockholm Syndrome)

The Sweetest Caramel

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Side Stories

Dark Euphoria

Monkey Board

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Whumper turned Caretaker

Whiskey and Roses

Saccharine Skin

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 28

Hello my darlings,

Welcome to TSD week 28! I read some stuff this week that is definitely going in my all time faves list, seriously. Y'all are amazing. I've got 14 fics for you this week!! (Joel Miller, Frankie/Santi, Ezra, Din Djarin, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Frankie Morales, Dieter/Javi P, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña). Summaries and tags are author provided unless they didn't have them (then I did it myself).

As always you can find all my fic recs here and my masterlist here

Recs under the Baby Cow Eyes

Cosmic Oddities - Din/Joel series by fromthewhales (Ao3)

Summary: Turning a clan of two into a clan of four and asking the very important, albeit unhinged question: What if space dad and apocalypse dad were Weird About Each Other? (ed. note: this summary does not do this beautiful fic justice. READ IT). Tags: parental bonding, parallels, angst, everyone has issues, everyone needs a hug, touch starved din djarin, injuries, strangers to ??? to lovers, smashing the space western and the zombie western together like 2 ken dolls, trauma, crack-fic adjacent at times, hurt/comfort, soft not super explicit smut, self harm, found family, din djarin eventually removes the helmet, blindfold, long distance relationship, survivors guilt, angst with a happy ending, non sexual intimacy, it gets worse before it gets better, alcohol mention, game II canon divergent — but boy does it come close, canon typical violence, minor character death, major character injury, bi!joel miller, bi!din djarin

To be explored later - Frankie/Santi one shot by @legendary-pink-dot

Summary: You and your boyfriend Santi fuck his best friend Frankie and it's a little more MMF than you were expecting -- much to your delight Tags: Swearing, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), a couple of spanks, edging if you squint, also yearning m/m if you squint, unprotected PIV, snowballing, threesome, dom!Santi.

sweets for my sweet; sweets from my sweet - Ezra one shot by @tinytinymenace

Summary: you are a cook at an exploration camp and one of the miners asks you about Earth and brings you a treat Tags: Brief mentions of planet death (RIP Earth) and strained family dynamics but on balance this is soft.

Release Your Inhibitions - Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Shortly after revealing his face to you, Din’s worried about the faces he makes during sex, since he’s never had to worried about that before. You suggest something that might ease his worries; a blindfold. Tags: canon divergent, established relationship, Din is insecure and inexperienced, helmet comes off, blindfolding, oral sex (M receiving), vaginal sex, light biting, creampie, super romantic and loving sex, use of Mando’a words/phrases (Cyar’ika = sweetheart, Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum = I love you, Yooba solus mesh'la = You are beautiful), no use of y/n

Best in Show - Dieter one shot by @covetyou

Summary: The Academy Awards, the most well known, well planned, film award ceremony in the world. So why is the host missing? Tags: dual narrative, masturbation (m), voyuerism, drug reference (our boy is sober but struggling), subby Dieter, slight humiliation kink, very brief mentions of other sex acts (anal play, PIV, cum play), reader talks Dieter through a very nervy wank.

Still Bejeweled - Joel one shot by @janaispunk

Summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend, your self-esteem is crushed. your best friend takes you to your favorite bar to take your mind off of things. there's a band is playing there tonight and the singer immediately catches your eye. inspired by taylor swift's bejeweled – and when i meet the band, they ask, 'do you have a man?', i could still say, 'i don't remember' Tags: no/pre-outbreak au, no sarah, musician!joel, small age gap (reader is in her late 20s, joel's in his mid 30s), reader is described as smaller than joel and has hair long enough to pull, a bit of angst, fluff, making out, fingering, dirty talk (joel talks you through it, i just know it), praise kink, unprotected p in v (i just didn't feel like mentioning it, this is my fantasy world where pregnancies & sti's don't exist, but they very much exist in the real world, don't do this), joel has a big dick (it's canon), consent king joel, rough sex, ass-slapping, hair-pulling

Negotiations - Max Phillips one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: Max Phillips never found marketing to be all that helpful. Hell, running an ad on Facebook was easy enough. But then you walked in the door and he knew he had to have you, in all the ways he could. Tags: T, descriptions of male and female bodies, some fantasizing and suggestive themes.

Under the Stars - Joel one shot by @undercoverpena

Summary: joel finds that you become a thing of unnatural order, all ethereal as the moonlight kisses your curves. Tags: post outbreak. smut. oral sex (m receiving). tying joel up with rope. cutting joel free with a knife. p in v. jo's spelling. feelings, but joel-feelings. softer!joel

Apotheosis - Din series by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side. Tags: canon divergent, dark!Din, switches between Din and Reader’s point of view, eventual smut, Star Wars lore (not super heavy), manipulation/gaslighting, murder/minor character death, no use of y/n

Home - Frankie series by @dancingtotuyo

Summary: Frankie always comes home to you. Tags: fluff, angst, girl dad!frankie, recovering!Frankie, references to drug use, references to violence, trauma, healing.

Met the Devil Last Night - Joel one shot by @pedgito

Summary: I made a joke about wanting to screw dirt-covered Joel even if he was deep in the trenches of hell and...well, yeah. This is pure filth and nothing else. Tags: Porn with minuscule plot, if you willfem!reader, demon!joel, no specific age gap since dude is a literal demon, but reader is early 20s and I picture Joel to be his younger self (around 36), mentions of su*cidal ideations, this all a completely made up concept pls don't come for me about rituals, ect i will cry. virgin!reader, reader's father is a priest and horrible (just a total douche)/mother isn't alive, spitting, oral, unprotected piv, blood drinking, competency kink, innocence kink, mutual masturbation

Pearl Rosary - Din one shot by @sweetercalypso

Summary: Priest of Mandalore!Din Djarin listens to your sins during confession Tags: public(ish) sex, finger sucking, deepthroating, cock worship, facial, reader is a Mandalorian who takes her helmet off, so much religious imagery

Good Boy - Dieter/Javi P one shot @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Dieter gets cucked. That's it. That's the fic. Tags: cucking, PIV, creampie, oral sex f receiving, cum eating, PWP/plot what plot?, dom!Javi, sub!dieter, idk what reader is... having a good time?

Whatta Man - Marcus Pike series by @atinylittlepain

Summary: He's looking for something other than vanilla, and she is more than happy to provide such a service to him. Tags: this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

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Self Promo:

in the a.m. - javier peña loose fit series

Summary: Between sleeping with informants and getting in bed with Los Pepes in the fight to bring down Escobar, Javier Peña also finds time to be with you. Wrestling with crippling self hatred, Javi tries and fails to keep his blood stained hands off of you. Based on some of my favorite Arctic Monkeys songs <3 Tags: smoking, probably shit spanish, smut, angst, established situationship, emotionally unavailable!Javi, references to past arguments/past hookups because this has been an ongoing thing and I love to start in the middle of a story, loose fit series, trauma, probably, sad!Javi, self hating!Javi, Javi very briefly picks you up, Javi crying, Javi yelling, reader yelling, did I mention angst?

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Fics With Titles that Start With G (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

garden camping (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: They sit in Phil's parents' garden, sharing childhood stories and making plans for the future.

genre of choice (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and Phil have a romcom meet cute at a horror con.

Gentle (ao3) - Lesbianphan

Summary: Phil doesn't really look at photos of their faces that much. Truthfully, there's only so many gifs and videos of people pointing out how utterly hopelessly in love you and your partner look at each other that you can actually absorb into your brain. Phil's brain feels like mush sometimes, with the amount of feeling right there, displayed for the world to see. This livestream was special though - in so many ways, - and he found himself transfixed by the animated images of Dan's gentle touching of his face, feeling some kind of cosmic shift happening on screen, the realization on the tip of his tongue. Just a fluffy thinkpiece on their current content, and all the little moments they decided to share with their audience these past few months.

get my good side (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil try to film a sex tape (just for them)

give this thing a try (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is a cashier at a grocery store, and Phil is his supervisor. One evening at work, Phil surprises Dan by asking him out on a date, and of course Dan, who's had a crush on Phil since forever, says yes. Cue, the freaking out and comfort ensues.

Glad to Be Home (ao3) - ticklishraspberries

Summary: Dan and Phil make up for the time they lost for intimacy on the tour.

Glitch (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wrote a movie screenplay

Gloves On (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “I can’t believe you ripped the costume off,” Phil says after the camera and lights are both turned off. He’s laughing, but there’s something in his tone that has Dan wonder if it means something other than I can’t believe you actually just got fully naked on the gaming channel.

A fic about accessories and antics.

go your own way (I'd give you my world) (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: “I’m Dan,” said Dan.

Phil could not look away from him. He thought that Dan was probably the prettiest boy he had ever seen. “I’m Phil,” he said back, because it was polite to introduce oneself to people, otherwise they would remain a stranger. “Phil Lester.”

And so they became friends.

or: a Forrest Gump AU where Phil slowly falls for his best friend as the years go by, but Dan loses himself to the world and his past.

Going Forward (ao3) - softiejace

Summary: When Phil Lester signs his students up for a mental health workshop, no scenario he's prepared for includes running into his ex...

Going Nuts (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: Dan is going nuts in Manchester. But one midnight trip to the supermarket changes everything.

gold (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab)

Summary: i got bipolar confidence

wake up like 'shit,' then i feel like the shit

so i guess i'm the shit

gold by brockhampton

Golden Boy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil takes a drawing class in university and needs a subject for his drawing final.

Gone are the days of Wine and roses (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: Dan knew it had to happen eventually. And logically, he knew it was his fault. He was the one who broke it off between them all those years ago. He didn’t expect Phil to be single forever, not really. But he also kind of expected to move on himself by the time Phil would start dating.

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or the one where Phil starts seeing a girl and Dan understands that maybe he still has feelings for him.

Good Girl (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Phil calls Dan a good girl and Dan really likes it.

good night bear (ao3) - loveforlester

Summary: “good night bear i love you”

dan howell loves phil lester.

phil lester loves dan howell.

you know the story two soulmates who met on the internet. just something is different.

dan can’t sleep without watching phil’s videos. oh and phil stopped filming videos

Good To The Last Drop (ao3) - Boardgamedanny

Summary: A bloody fic about Daniel Howell and Philip Lester

Gotta Get An Upgrade (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Phil notices Dan becoming more and more aloof and obsessive as the tour continues on. He ends up talking to a high school in New Jersey's resident "stoner" after a fatal mistake is made on stage.

Green Sofa (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: This might be Phil’s favorite place in this house to fuck, he thinks. The beds are nice, and they’ve certainly tested the integrity of the office chairs a time or two, but this green couch in the nerd cave, it really is his favorite.

Grey Sweatpants (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Set after the filming of the fall guys dvp where dan was wearing grey sweatpants.

Grow as we go (ao3) - Mangomelions (orphan_account)

Summary: After ten years of being best friends, Dan decides he can't take it anymore. He moves out, claiming he needs to find out who he is without Phil, and that he can't stay like this forever. Really he just got sick of waiting for Phil to realise they should be more than friends. Very angsty but fluff to come. Based on Ben Platt's song Grow As We Go.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

Guilty Pleasure (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a BDSM club and decide to play. Dan is a rigger and a masochist. Phil is a sadist and a rope bunny. It’s perfect.

Guilty pleasure or: In the devil we trust (ao3) - Fearain

Summary: Basically Dan being obsessed with amazing piano music (and playing said music) and Phil slowly understanding why. Plus some friendship talk about trust, fears and dreams.

Guy Fawkes Night. (ao3) - 221bPhan

Summary: When Dan and Phil have to go to Phil's parents to celebrate, Martin's kids are put into the hands of Dan and Phil.

[thorsthot]

cosmic intimacy (I)

pairing(s): thor, gamora, brunnhilde, peter quill x reader

warnings: orgy smut, unprotected sex, possible shitty writing and unknowingly fucked grammar cause I am tired.

words: 941 note: here’s part one loves 

The body is so greatly connected to the universe. When you breathe, she breathes back. When you orgasm, you can feel the magnetism of the universe. You can feel the breath of the universe, deeper and deeper as you begin to fall under and get lost within your mind. The numbness and rush of your blood, the beating of your heart are all tied into the universe.

And when you’re out in space, you can feel the light of the stars intensify. You can feel the heat intensity build with every low breath you make, and yet, it remains cold in the great abyss. Space is made up of so many different nebulas, stars and planets. It’s made of all the colors in the rainbow. It’s made up of everything and anything to be thought of; and so are you.

The air is hot and full of sin. The moans of others fill your ears with every beat of your heart. You’re filled up with more than just emotions, but with the feelings of fingers and miscellaneous objects that are specifically designed to make you orgasm. You feel that familiar sense of need and euphoria as you continue to grind down on the cock of a new man. Stretching your cunt out so good it hurts, your ass being fucked open by another person, a pretty brown girl with a pretty purple cock strapped to her. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grind down harder. The hand of yet another wraps around your neck and you smile, tongue daring to break through your teeth. Their hand comes up, hard grip on your jaw as they dip their fingers into your mouth, making you suck on their cum.

“Pretty little Earth whore,” She explains. “Lips so plump and nice. Mouth so warm, you should get this pretty little face fucked. Quill, come here.”

He strides up, cock out and hard. He teases it, licking his fingers before slowly massaging his cock with those same fingers. The pretty green girl cocks your head to the side and gapes open your mouth with her fingers. Quill slides his cock into your mouth and you cough when his tip reaches the back of your throat. He tries again, slowly edging his cock into your mouth, biting his lip at how you gag around him. He picks up rhythm and wipes away the burning tears that roll down your cheek.

Brunnhilde, the one behind you, fucking into your ass so sweetly; shoves two fingers from both of her hands into your mouth, gaping your mouth open for Quill to fuck deeper into your mouth. Gamora slaps at your cheek, then at your tits, tugging on your nipples as she grinds her cunt down on the God of Thunder, who has his cock buried within you. You brain becomes so clouded and overflowed with sin and haze. It’s a static; a static that leaves you open to every ounce of pleasure. You have nowhere else to look but at the one whose fucking your throat. You can’t even help but squeal out those annoying, yet pretty sounds that come with the gagging from the cock that’s forcing itself down your throat.

“Three cocks in all three of your holes huh?” Brunnhilde whispered in your ear. The feeling of her breath on your neck, tickled down your spine. “Good little slut, it’d be selfish of me to want you all to myself.”

With every thrust inside you, from either way, your body trembles. You’re sure that you’re cumming, but you can’t tell because your body is already on fire and at its own personal high. You’re floating. Floating so high in space. So fucking high and you don’t want to come down. If it were possible to be fucked at every waking moment, you vouch for it. You can feel your wetness pool down beneath you. You’re crying; shaking so hard that you’re being forced to sit still and take it. Quill pulls down at your hair, yanking your head back so that he can make this final few fucks down your throat before he ultimately unleashes his load down your throat. And when he finally does you gag so hard you can feel it in your stomach. You close your eyes as he slowly fucks out of your mouth, praising you as he slaps his cock down on your tongue.

“Fuck,” He pauses.

“Come here,” And before you can react by swallowing the rest of his cum, Gamora has you, lips pressed to yours. Her tongue finds its way down your throat, licking up Quill’s cum from your mouth. You can’t react any other way besides falling into her kiss. She lets you go at the same time that Brunnhilde slips out of your ass. Gamora also leaves, possibly done with you. Both of them being your bookended support and being as you’re weak, you sink down onto Thor, head resting against his chest.

You get a quick glimpse of Gamora and Quill sucking off Brunnhilde’s strap. But that’s all you seen before your vision got hazy and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Thor held onto you; his grip tight and comforting as he pounds into you from beneath. You can feel your wetness splash around as you squirt and cream around his cock.

“So good for me baby,” He breathes out. “So good.”

In space, everything is at a constant high. There’s a burst of energy coming from every curve of the universe. Space is so beautiful and alluring, and so full of life. As are you.

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cosmic intimacy masterlist: @siriuslycollins

Permanent taglist: @macfizzle , @audacious-little-fuck, @shaykeijser, @ghost-with-spaghetti-arms,  @thedunconnsmythe, @history-freak1, @pagethepunisher, @kitcatimpala67, @frappichino23, @insideoflit, @thorsstar, @captainthotodinson, @mermandy, @ka-ni-ma, @leaf-slut, @sea040561, @cannonindeez, @blackpantherimagines @thebookamongmen, @havpojke, @totallyreadyforthis, @heliosparadox, @ineffabl-y, @the-bleeding-rose, @lilylovelyxo, @akamaiden, @ringpop-poppy, @coonflix, @godohammers, @marvelmaree, @acciorinn

Thor Taglist: @sthorgestavenger, @shiningnestor, @dcmarvelblog, @lbrownsugarbbyl, @loverofthor, @vulnificura, @humbleslvt, @onemorebookidontneed, @kittygothpastel, @darling-youre-beautiful, @infinity1321 , @6lackraconteur , @hi3431, @m00sethemurderer ,  @warriorsacrifice

[whltlock]

The Last Sweet Bite (1)

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Summary: Jason & his lover further explore physical intimacy.

A/N: This is a NSFW accompaniment for The Cosmic Horror of Gotham City. It will make reference to things/people/events/feelings that have taken place there. You don't have to read it beforehand, but I'd encourage it, 'cos otherwise you're missing out on what led to this :') * pui = baby

C/W: afab nonbinary + romani reader, dirty talk, light possessiveness, creampie.

Jason shut the door as quietly as he could while he slipped into the bedroom. Patrol had left him feeling grimy so he’d chosen to have a shower before he crawled into bed. The rainfall of hot water meant his shirtless upper half was impervious to the chill.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed a body sitting upright at the end of the bed.

“Thought you went to sleep?” Jason greeted, closing the distance within a few steps.

You shrugged as you stood. “Couldn’t without you.” He melted into you seamlessly; his arms wound around your middle while your palms ghosted over his biceps. “I missed you, pui.”

A smile tugged at his mouth and he ducked to peck you. “You saw me three hours ago.”

“So? You stopped replying to my texts.”

His stubble grazed your jawline as he teased you, “I told you I was busy.”

He knew it was the wrong response before he’d even said it aloud, but your teeth sinking into his shoulder just reinforced it. A light, surprised laugh tumbled from his lips.

Your grip suddenly roughened and your positions switched as Jason was pushed backwards. He fell onto the bed but made the most of it, moving to rest on his palms. You stalked after him, your expression creased. He fought a grin as you crowded him again, nestling between his thighs.

“You,” you started, tone deadly as your fingers slid into his locks. His tongue darted over his lips when you yanked his hair. “Come to my work whenever you want attention.”

Jason reached out, hoping to capture your waist or your hips to no such luck. “It’s a public place. The sexy staff are just a bonus,” he offered airily.

With a huff, you shoved him onto his back and then clambered on top of him. He welcomed you with a proper smile this time, hands indulging in your bed-warmed skin. He squeezed your thighs, very much enjoying how they bracketed his hips.

You hovered over him, taking in his handsome features with a frown. He still wore that smug smile.

Frustrated, your mouth attached to his bottom lip and sucked harshly. Jason let out a soft sound at the strange sensation. His hand found your nape and he used his grip to coax your mouth to his. And for a moment, you let him, and your lips glided over each other wetly, exploring how best to set the other alight. But then you jerked back and pinned his hands to the mattress.

Jason looked up at you, lips forming a pout. His fingers wriggled against his restraints, although you didn’t let up. Instead, he settled for intertwining your fingers together. He could easily disentangle himself—though it would likely turn into a tussle—but something about your energy tonight made his blood boil temptingly.

He did, however, jut his hips just slightly, causing you to fall forward.

When your face landed near his once more, he brushed his lips over yours. “Why’re you so needy, huh?” he breathed, nose nudging your jaw.

“Because,” you answered gruffly, maintaining your authoritative countenance. You began to lick a hot stripe down his neck, then worked over the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Goosebumps rose beneath your tongue. You smothered your pleased smile against his chest, moving until your mouth covered his nipple. You applied light suction, tongue flicking the bud.

Jason’s voice caught as he asked, “Because?”

Your teeth scraped over his skin, pulling another shiver from him before you glanced up. He met your gaze.

“I need you.”

His eyes widened a fraction as it dawned on him what you were asking for. His anxiety came alive as he processed it, although it was hard to focus as you sucked a hickey into his neck.

With a hand wrenched free, his fingers laced into your hair and he tugged you into view. “You’re being a brat because you’re horny?” he surmised, his expression wry.

“How am I the brat?” you countered sullenly. “I said I missed you.”

At that, Jason softened. He cupped your cheek, thumb smoothing over your lips. You kissed the pad of his finger.

“You’re right,” he whispered and stretched to press his mouth to yours. He kissed you again, gentle and teasing. “I shouldn’t mistreat my pretty thing.”

You hummed in agreement as you sank into him, your bodies melding together. His skin felt hot and lively against yours, urging you onwards.

However, Jason rested on his elbows so he could look you in the eye. You didn’t expect him to ask, “Were you touching yourself while you talked to me?” He figured it would explain your tetchiness with him going AWOL earlier. His gaze dragged between your eyes and your mouth in a silent taunt.

Further provoking you, one of his hands slid beneath your shorts to grab your ass, while the other ducked under your shirt. “Hoping I would come home and find you like that?” he continued, voice husky.

You swallowed. As nerve wracking as it was to broach the topic, you couldn’t deny how his curiosity made your stomach bunch further. Quietly, you lured him in with, “So what if I was?”

His hand splayed over your stomach and roamed upwards. You curled into the delicious roughness of his fingers, especially when he palmed your chest, caressing your nipples.

His nose bumped your chin as he uttered, “Then I’d want a taste.”

You let out a harsh breath, growing more desperate for him to satiate your inner fire—the one he’d lit by just existing. “God, Jay.”

He listened to the words rumble through your chest with a smile and placed more kisses on your clavicle. It was the soft sighs that spurred him to sit up, taking you with him. The motion was quick as he yanked your shirt over your head.

As soon as it was gone, your mouths met, hotter and more insistent. It was uncivil how you pried at his roots to make him groan. Your hips began to rut against his and he encouraged you, his own hands guiding your movements. The thinness of your clothes left little to the imagination.

“Tell me again,” Jason said, voice already halfway to wrecked.

“I wanted you to be the one touching me,” you responded breathily by his ear. “It has to be you, Jason.”

“Me?”

“Only you,” you agreed, kissing him firmly.

“God, sweetheart—”

“Please,” you whined, practically stuffing the pleas down his throat. “Please, Jay. Need you.”

He nodded haphazardly, fumbling hands twisting into your shorts. He followed you to the edge of the bed as you moved to stand. He helped rid you of your bottom half, leaving you bare to him. A strangled sound lodged in his throat at the sight.

Jason sloped forward and nuzzled into your stomach. He breathed you in, relishing your body like he did every chance he got. He gripped your hips and then your backside before he squeezed and let go.

You leaned down to kiss him, pouring all of your feelings into it, hoping he understood what the moment meant to you. You weren’t just horny—you craved him in all of his livelihood; of all his stubbornness and loyalty and love, and this hidden piece of you was reserved only for someone as special as him.

Your hands paused on his pants, second guessing yourself. “Are you sure?” you whispered as you broke the kiss.

He chased your lips. “Yeah.”

It wasn’t quite enough for you. “I know what I said, but you have a choice, okay? If you’re not ready—”

He shut you up with another kiss before he paused, forehead resting against yours. “I want you just as much,” he said, quiet but resolute.

You eyed him carefully. “You’ll tell me if we should stop?”

“Will you?” he countered, brow perked.

As much as you tried not to, you smiled at his obstinacy. You nodded.

“Good.” Pointedly, he grabbed your hand and led it to his crotch. His gaze didn’t waver as he said, “See? Hard as a fuckin’ rock for you.”

Your mouth watered at the combination of the bulge and his words. Hastily, as your previous feverishness returned, you took hold of his pants and waited for him to lift his hips. When he did, you pulled off both articles of clothing. His dick slapped against his abdomen.

Jason watched as your attention slanted from the pile of clothes to him. You took a moment to savour the view; committing him to memory like artwork. He did the same.

“My pretty thing,” he murmured, hand held out to you with a shy smile. You accepted it and he tugged you to him. You kissed, smiling against each other.

Without letting go of you, Jason shifted back so neither of you would risk sliding off the bed. You climbed onto his lap as his arms wound around your waist.

You looked between his dick and his face. “Can I?” you asked.

Once he nodded, you licked your hand, then curled your fingers around his hard length. You gave him a warm-up stroke before you moved to the tip. Your thumb swirled the beads of pre-cum, using it to stimulate the veiny underside of his cock. Jason let out a shallow breath.

Your eyes locked with his as you continued to pet his most sensitive parts and torment him with, “Mine.”

He nodded dazedly. “Yeah. Yeah—fuck, I’m yours.”

It put a devilish smile on your face. Your strokes became firmer and quicker, causing his hips to jump in tandem. Jason’s teeth attacked his bottom lip as he watched through lidded eyes.

“Sweetheart—” he tried, voice snagging on impending euphoria.

“You can take it,” you hummed. “Just a little more, Jay. The Pit gave you extra stamina, didn’t it?”

Jason’s head tipped back as his laugh turned into a whine. “Take it—back,” he huffed. “You are a brat.”

You tsked and let go. He was still in the midst of a stupor as his attention reengaged.

“You just make the hottest noises,” you smirked, kissing along his jaw. “I can’t resist.”

He let out a huff, refusing to admit that he liked the praise—that it turned him on more, if at all possible.

When your mouths met again, you asked, “How do you want me?”

“This is good,” Jason said. He grabbed your hips as his breathing steadied.

Your hands ran over his neck and shoulders, feeling the warmth of his body, enjoying the fuzzy hair that sprouted on his chest and stomach. Your eyes drifted after it, salivating as you eyed the ride that awaited you.

A hungry noise escaped you as he gripped his dick. He held it upright, readying it for you, and his other hand invited you in. You lifted onto your knees and let him guide you onto his length. There was something unholy in how his fingers linked with yours over your hip; made your thighs want to clench and your insides twist delectably.

Jason sucked in a breath as his mushroom tip prodded your entrance. He slid across your slick for a brief moment, teasing you both, easing you into the intrusion. You stared, entranced, finding nothing hotter than the vision of how you were about to be joined.

And then, slowly, he sunk into your heat. Your hands darted to his shoulders, overwhelmed as he stuffed you full. There was an uncomfortable stretch while your body got used to him, but it was also addicting and subsequently, you wanted more. You let your knees fall open wider, taking him to the hilt.

Jason swallowed as you throbbed around his cock. He could’ve come from that alone, especially with how you watched in awe. “Look at that, huh?” he rasped softly. Finally, your eyes rose, mouth parted. “Think you might be mine, sweetheart. Taking me so well.”

You nodded haplessly, rushing forward to kiss him. It was immediately messy as your tongue dove into his mouth, wild for a taste of him. Jason had to wrap his arms around your middle and yank you flush against him to stop your hips from moving on their own accord. While there was nothing better in the world than having skin-to-skin contact with you—it felt like home, after all—he needed to simmer a little.

“Gimme a sec, baby,” he said in warning, voice rough, holding you still.

You breathed out hard, willing your self-control to return. You wanted to give into primal instincts, to feel the burn that would lead to toe-curling ecstasy. You wanted to have him and give yourself to him.

Your palm encased his nape as you leaned back, his cautionary words making you realise something. “You weren’t kidding about being a born-again virgin, were you?” you wondered aloud.

Pink dusted his cheeks endearingly. It was a beat before he admitted to it.

“Jason,” you said breathlessly, fingers tangling into his dark locks.

“Hm?” he answered, following the sway of your hands.

“You look so good beneath me.”

He laughed into the crook of your neck. “View’s not bad from here either,” he murmured.

In response, you tried to push him down with two hands on his chest, but he fought back. He grabbed your wrists and kept them tucked between you. “Nah. You’re gonna fuck me like this,” he chastised.

His command went straight to your core, and as such, you clenched around him. Jason faltered with a husky moan. His hips bucked upwards, soliciting a similar sound from you. You took it as a go-ahead to move and began to rock your hips.

“Where did you learn to talk like that?” you asked. “I know it wasn’t from Pride and—”

“Shut up,” he said, kissing your chin. “Behave or we’ll swap.”

You whined playfully. “Oh no, I’ll get to watch your tits bounce.”

With a growl, Jason’s fingers dug into your hips and he hastened the pace. Your breathing stuttered as he forced you up and down his length. Each stroke hit the perfect place, a brick in the build of your peak. You hugged Jason’s neck, letting him hear what he was doing to you up close.

Playfully, you tongued the shell of his ear. He groaned at the unexpected but sensual touch.

“I like it, by the way,” you whispered.

“What? My tits?”

“Yeah, but the other thing.”

His mouth crooked as he understood. “Hear that?” he said, drawing attention to how your bodies slapped against one another, and the squelching that came from your shared arousal. It filled the room like a personal symphony. “Fuck, listen to us. So good for each other.”

You nodded desperately and panted, “Perfect.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, mouth finding yours. “Feels like a fuckin’ dream.”

You tugged one of his hands to your centre, needing the friction, wanting to topple over the edge. You’d been perched on it for too long, and now that Jason had come along and given you a push, well—

“Shit,” you gasped as he got the message and started to circle your bud. Together with how he slid in and out of you, stretching and pushing you, you were on cloud nine. Sloppily, you placed open-mouthed kisses along his neck as you whined, “Need you. Shit, Jay, please.”

“I got you, baby,” he cooed, his own hips jerking in time with your jolts. His breathing got heavier as he fought his impending orgasm. Sweat misted his skin in an angelic layer.

Your moans picked up, nails digging into his back, and then you let out a cry in his ear. Your thighs tried to snap closed around his waist, making you even tighter as you trembled and pulsed around his cock. It was pure heaven.

“Shit, gonna bust if you keep that up,” he grunted.

“Please,” you struggled to say. “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, fuck, use me,” you said in a gasp, grinding your slackened hips in encouragement.

Groaning, he complied. Ruthlessly, he moved you up and down his dick, searching for his blissful ending. With each stroke, you whined as he drove you into oversensitivity.

“Come for me, Jay,” you keened, using your muscles to coax him. You sucked on his throat and groped his pecs. His heart raced beneath your touch.

Abruptly, he let out a loud moan, and you felt how he released into you hotly, claiming you as his. His nose fell into your neck as he held onto you. You were a sucker for how he embraced you like a serpent, needing you as close as possible.

Gentler and slower now, you rocked against each other while you worked through your highs. You whimpered as he fucked his seed back into you. Your nerves tingled all over.

You didn’t part as he laid back, not yet wishing to be disconnected. You settled on his chest once he was comfortable. His arms rested on your spine, tracing the long scar.

“Feel better?” Jason asked, voice husky with drowsiness.

“Yes,” you said dopily. “A lot.”

He snorted, although he was pleased that you were content with his efforts.

With a hum, you nuzzled into his shoulder, dragging your nose upwards until you hung over his face.

His brow raised and he wiped the sweat from it. “You better not be about to ask for another round.”

You pouted. “Why not?”

“Well, then,” he said, a cheeky hand sliding over your ass, “you’d better get to work.”

You leaned forward to kiss him with more fervour than he expected. He was tired, but your mouth was doing a lot to convince him—

“Jason?”

“Hm?” he rumbled, fingers working over your body while you kissed. He shouldn’t have been surprised at how you roused his desires, but he was, because a part of him had always thought he was broken.

Your lips didn’t reappear even as he chased them. “Can we?” you asked.

“Yeah, just need a little to recharge, babe.”

You dodged his kiss to say, “No, I mean, can we keep doing this?”

Jason paused. He let his head drop on the pillow as he stared up at you. He had an inkling as to what you meant, but he prodded anyway. “Doing what?”

You huffed impatiently. His dick was still inside of you and he had the nerve. “Having sex,” you said in a pointed tone.

His mouth twisted in fondness at your annoyance. His hand swept your hair behind your ear, then cradled your cheek tenderly. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “I’d like that.”

It was frustrating how he could disarm you so easily. Your exasperation melted into nothing but affection.

This time, his kiss was much softer, gentle lips pressing against yours in reassurance. You sighed into it dreamily.

“I love you,” you breathed against him.

Jason smiled, kissing every last trace of the sentiment from your lips. “I love you, too,” he murmured, “but I wanna hear it while you ride me.”

“Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.”

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Stuff I posted this week because it was a lot AKA my Alex Week 2020 Masterlist (6/22-6/28):

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Looking Glass

Chapter 22 - The Devil Made Me Do It

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 2031

Summary: Non-explicit references to sexy times. A timeless moment between Cas and the reader is rudely interrupted by a trickster archangel and the impending closure of the rift. Cas isn’t leaving anything to chance when it comes to getting the reader home safe, but with Lucifer in the mix, the seraph is in for a bumpy ride.

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Low rising rays of sunlight caress the cracked glass of the windshield; beams catch the cuts of crystal, sheeting you and the angel tucked together in the backseat of a derelict Volkswagen beneath a beige blanket of trench coat in a glinting shower of gold. Gaze trained toward the wakening yellow world beyond the glazed glass, dawn light reflecting in his blues, Cas lifts his cheek from where it rests upon a pillow of passion-tangled hair to peer at the sleep-limp form cradled in his arms. He admires the softness of your slumbering features, lines of tension smoothed away save for the hint of a contented smile dimpling the corner of your mouth; lips stained deeply pink and crease-roughened from his kisses part slightly in regular shallow exhalation.

The angel would happily stay here holding you, like this, forever. Well, perhaps not exactly here.

Nearby, penetrating the cocoon of comfort, the school bus engine squeals and cranks to life; the motor’s steady purr thrums the otherwise still morning atmosphere, initiating a throng of motion in the resistance encampment.

It’s time to go.

Cas traces the pad of a finger across the tranquil stretch of flesh above your brow, murmuring your name in a low note to gently rouse you.

The skin stirs in a swirl beneath the tip; a sigh of reluctance – resonating a few loosely strung syllables of complaint in ceding to consciousness – flares your nostrils at the disturbance of your seraphim-induced serenity.

Snagging your jaw with a hooked forefinger to bend your aspect upward, he whispers a kiss of apology over the trembling landscape of plush pouting lips, answering the aversion contained in the incoherent moan with a soothing sentiment of, “Wake, my love.”

The words arouse an aching echo of the night’s pleasures in weary limbs. Yawning, you reflexively curl closer to the celestial warmth of his vessel, the cool caress of the cabin air over bared breasts as the drape of his coat drags downward going unnoticed in the balmy heat of his embrace. Liberating your lovingly caught chin with a squirm, you bury a burgeoning Cheshire cat grin into the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “Mornin’, my angel,” you mumble against the cloth.

The arm encasing your waist circles tighter, he brushes a smiling kiss to your forehead and closes his eyes. Maybe you can squander just a few more minutes cherishing the moment; this closeness – the intimacy shared – it feels so very right to a being accustomed to everything he touches going wrong. Despite the doubt creeping in that in his experience good always comes at a cost of bad to maintain a cosmic balance, gratitude glistens his lid fettered lashes – surely he has given enough and you exist as his equilibrium.

Knuckles sharply thwack the window where Cas’ shoulder leans. A pair of sparkling amber orbs looms outside, staring in at your starting figures within; smug amusement simmers in the shine, incapacitating the scolding seriousness otherwise comprising Gabriel’s attempted scowl. “Rise and shine, lovebirds. The bus is leaving. Like, literally.”

“We-we’re coming,” Cas stutters, fidgeting fingers focused on protecting your modesty from Gabe’s prowling gaze.

“So I heard. I’m pretty sure everyone heard. Was that five or six times? Cause a few of us started taking bets – I’ve got a cool grand riding on the orgasmic advantages of angelic endurance.” The archangel crooks a brow askance.

Cas’ countenance reddens at the disclosure. In retrospect, he can’t deny having gotten carnally carried away, garnering immense satisfaction at hearing you scream his name and losing himself, gutturally growling, resetting your delight-devastated nerves with a sweep of grace and redoubling his efforts to increase the deafening decibel of your pleasure each time you came undone.

Reaching across your blushingly silenced seraph, you smack a warning palm to the glass. “Scram!” you squeeze the demand between gritted teeth, clenched not in anger, but to subdue a snicker over the fact that, senses submerged in ecstasy, you completely lost the capacity to count; you’re not even sure how, or when, you came to occupy in the car.

“Fine, fine. I’d tell you not to get your panties in a twist, but-” Waggling his eyebrows, Gabe raises a familiar and hastily discarded satin garment into view – the skimpy lace-trimmed number entirely impractical in nature for navigating the ruins of an apocalypse but perfectly tailored to accentuate feminine wiles definitely belongs to you. Satisfied by the crimson hue of surprise hotly shading his brother’s cheeks and yours, he straightens, nonchalantly secures the forsaken unmentionable in a pocket for God only knows what reason, and conceals a smirk with the turn of his torso.

You sit up, shivering in sudden notice of the brisk temperature, fishing at your feet for anything to cover your naked body.

Cas follows, chasing the lost contact to lay his lips on the goose-prickled canvas of your back as he fastens the buttons of his shirt and re-knots his tie; the muscles move beneath his lips as you search for clothes. “Gabriel can be-”

“A real prick?” you offer, finding your rumpled tee, jacket, bra, and jeans in the foot well. You assume the missing boots are somewhere in the vicinity, the archangel’s pockets not being large enough to swallow those.

“Yes. I do believe that is an apt descriptor.” Cas noses the point of your shoulder, relinquishing the spot of skin to help you shimmy the shirt over your head.

The engine of the bus guns, fueling the fury of your fingers to slide denim up cramped legs, a final call to hop on the life raft to a new world. “C’mon, Let’s go!”

Cas pushes the creaky-hinged door wide, stands, stuffs his shirt into his trousers, secures the zipper and unlatched buckle of his belt, and stoops pick up the pair of boots beside the deflated rot-rubber of the rear tire.

You swing out your legs, squinting against the brightness of an unusually unclouded sky, trade him the trench coat for the boots, and stick your sockless feet into the leather soles, not bothering with the laces.

Cas thrusts out a hand to help you up.

Accepting the chivalrous aid, you fall in step alongside the seraph. He snugs his fingers to secure you close, wordlessly indicating his intent not to let go until you are safe and home.

“Cas! Just in time,” Dean shouts, seeing your approach; the hunter’s attention flits briefly to the entwined hands swinging between you and the angel. He spares a fleeting smile. As far as he’s concerned the development calls for a freaking celebration replete with champagne, but now and here are neither the time nor place. His ephemeral gladness dissolves. “You two, on the bus with Lucifer. Mom’s in the back, Bobby’s on point, and I need your eyes up front, got it?”

Cas nods, the gravity of what Dean is asking for abundantly clear – he wants Cas watching the devil for signs of danger, not the road.

“Good,” Dean rasps, “we got one chance and less than two hours.” He leaves the remainder unsaid – the endless number of variables that could go wrong and get them all dead, or worse.

The sinew of Cas’ grip stiffens as Lucifer meanders past, the devil’s arm affectionately arranged across Jack’s shoulders and a self-satisfied grin creasing his cheeks as he casts a smug glance backward at a trailing Sam.

You rub reassurance up and down the angel’s arm.

“What happened?” Cas asks in a hushed tone as Sam sidles up.

“Don’t ask,” Sam mutters, his mouth pressed into a thin and pale strip.

As the boy and his father part ways, Dean ushers the Nephilim into the Jeep to ride alongside Gabe. Bow-legs clambering into the driver’s seat, the elder Winchester gestures for you all to quit standing around and get moving.

Cas strides forward, pivoting to look into your eyes as you cover the short distance to the bus. Whatever happiness lit the lines of his stoic aspect before is smothered again by solemnity. “No matter what happens, don’t let go,” he says.

“Okay,” you agree. You squeeze his hand, a clasp so firm your own fingers tingle and if he were human he’d be imploring, Mercy! With the cinch, you include a prayer. ‘You either.’

Never, he thinks, pausing at the bus’s door. “And don’t-” His emphasis and his eyes roll backward to indicate Lucifer.

Satan is smiling, drumming to some song only he can hear on the steering wheel.

“Don’t let him get under your skin,” Cas finishes, shifting to push you up the stairs ahead of him.

You slip into the seat directly behind the devil, near enough to make out each strand of unruly dirty blond hair lidding his vessel’s scalp.

“Heya bro!” Lucifer flashes a sinister smile and winks as Cas ascends to join you. “If the trailer’s rockin’ don’t come knockin,’ eh?”

Cas merely squints in response to the provocation. He perches beside you, setting a palm on your thigh.

Lucifer shifts the bus into gear, accelerating the straining diesel machinery into a steady lurch on a rigid and unforgiving suspension into the whirlwind of dust kicked up by the Jeep. Silence not being the devil’s strength, he lowers his voice to a reflective octave, observing, “Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing out there all night, Castiel.” Having possessed Cas and cohabited his vessel, he knows precisely how to push the seraph’s buttons to incite a reaction and maximize pain.

The taper of Cas’ lids intensifies. He rises to the bait, snorting, “And what is it you think I was doing?”

Lucifer’s spine relaxes into the seat, confident, contemplating aloud, “I get it, you’re jealous of the bond I have with my son. I don’t blame you for wanting to sow some wild oats of your own. Fatherhood’s a pretty sweet deal.” It’s a rich assumption, suggesting Cas is simply using you as a surrogate to gestate a Nephilim. It illustrates Lucifer’s total dismissal of all emotion entering a given equation save that which is self-serving. It would never occur to him in a billion years that Cas loves you.

You lay your palm over where Cas’ claims your thigh to ensure him you don’t give any credence to what Lucifer says.

Ignoring his advice to you on the subject, Cas sasses back, “I’m not envious of what you think exists between you and Jack. Which, by the way, is nothing.” In a roundabout way he’s doing as Dean asked – keeping Lucifer distracted, even if it is at his personal expense.

“Sure you aren’t, Casanova,” Lucifer swallows a chortle, charges around a curve of road a little too quickly and careens the passengers against the windows and into the aisle. Cas cushions you with his body, bracing himself on the post and simultaneously snagging Bobby by the coat collar to prevent him from vacating the open threshold by centrifugal force.

“Sorry!” Looking over his shoulder, Lucifer gesticulates a disingenuous wave of apology. “Sorry folks, won’t happen again.” Mildly disappointed to see Mary’s outline still obstinately occupying the rear door. He takes the next turn equally as fast and would slam on the brakes to ensure success if the bus actually had them.

“Hey, asshat!” You smack the back of Lucifer’s head, inciting not a smart sting of pain, but a scorch upon his pride. The choice of insult emerges as pure coincidence, for Cas hasn’t told you the story of Stull Cemetery and their stand there against Lucifer, yet. Steadying Bobby, the seraph is too late to stop you from saying more. “I suggest you keep your mind off Cas’ love life and keep your eyes on the road.”

If not for a single word in the middle of the statement – love – and the boundless possibilities of pain it contains for how he could use it against Castiel, the devil would’ve snapped his twitching fingers then and there to dissolve you, molecule by molecule, into human soup and considered in epic poetry. Instead, he lifts his foot off the accelerator to coast around the bend ahead, gets a good look at you by adjusting the wobbling rearview mirror, and sneers.

Next: Ch. 23 - Begin the Begin

[thorsthot]

Cosmic Intimacy masterlist ☆ thorsthot

Pairing(s): Reader x Thor, Brunnhilde, Gamora, Peter Quill

Warnings: Threesomes and Orgy Sex. Unprotected Sex; including Girl on Girl, Guy on Guy and Girl on Guy.

Chapters: About 6

brief:

❛The body is so greatly connected to the universe. When you breathe, she breathes back. When you orgasm, you can feel the magnetism of the universe. You can feel the breath of the universe, deeper and deeper as you begin to fall under and get lost within your mind. The numbness and rush of your blood, the beating of your heart are all tied into the universe.

And when you’re out in space, you can feel the light of the stars intensify. You can feel the heat intensity build with every low breath you make, and yet, it remains cold in the great abyss. Space is made up of so many different nebulas, stars and planets. It’s made of all the colors in the rainbow. It’s made up of everything and anything to be thought of; and so are you.❜

❛ sex, but in space ❜

table of contents -

part one

part two

part three