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[bespectacledgiraffe]

A Sneak Peek for

Like A Prayer (On My Knees)

a Destiel fanfic on ao3 from me for you.

Status: completed, currently editing chapter by chapter. See current pinned post for master post of this fic.

Chapter six, the final chapter, will be online on Sunday, June 15.

Losing a loved one could make you restless, and tempt you to do morally grey things. At the thought, Castiel looked to his side, where Dean still stood close; his side pressed against his own, and had been for apparently some time already. His own hand still rested on Dean's arm, and neither seemed to have noticed or cared.

The now slowly dying flames shone in Dean’s thoughtful eyes and cast deep shadows across his face. Castiel silently took in the view for a few more moments before Dean noticed he was watched, and drew his attention back from Agnes and the flames. Crow feet appeared around Dean’s eyes when he returned Castiel’s gaze, and Castiel thought they were beautiful.

Castiel eventually dared to move his hand, and when his fingertips just touched the back of Dean’s hand; it was Sam who ruined the moment: “We should pack and clean up. Hide our traces here.”

Castiel took his hand away and the smile left Dean’s eyes.

[…]

Dean heard the trunk slam shut. Seconds later, Sam closed his door. Dean winced internally at the unnecessary force Sam had used. But it was probably intentionally, a subtle sign he was giving them privacy. Sam‘s probably noticed something‘s going on, Dean thought, the kid‘s not stupid after all.

Cas was by his side, having fallen into step with him, arms touching, hands occasionally brushing against each other. Cas had walked slower and slower until Sam was out of sight and he’d stopped walking entirely. Dean had stopped a couple feet ahead and had turned around.

They stood in the middle of the gravely path that had led them straight to the church last night. It remained hardly visible in the distance by now.

The moonlight shone down on Cas‘s face, and with his beige trench coat being the only bright thing around them, he really looked like an angel.

Dean bit his lip.

“What?“ he asked eventually, when Cas didn’t stop looking at him with an expression that could only be described as fond. Dean shifted, the gravel suddenly way too loud beneath his feet.

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[squirrelno2]

You know you've dragged Rex a fair distance from his canon characterisation when he's actually taking verbal potshots at Krell.

(context: in this au Krell is stripped of his title as a Jedi but remains a general)

"I notice you don't carry a lightsaber, sir," Rex said before he could think better of it.

"Perhaps your impressive observational skills would be best suited to the battlefield. Maybe if you can discern whether the Umbarans carry blasters, your soldiers will receive fewer injuries."

(Rex remains uhhhh Rex about things - I cut out all the internal waffling he's doing - but it sure is fun writing a slowly radicalizing captain Rex)

[bespectacledgiraffe]

They are playing pool. At least Dean is. What Cas is doing is questionable at best.

They are just Cas and Dean. They are alone, Sam got his nose buried in a book at the other end of the bunker. Or he's watching porn, who knows what he's up to.

Dean has just broken the balls, sunk three of them. The halves are his. He's got his cue in his right hand, a drink in his other.

The way Cas holds the cue is ridiculous. He looks like he's about to impale someone with it. His right hand’s grip is too tight, the fingers of his left hand look like he's in pain.

“Cas, what are you doing? I taught you better than that.” He laughs, shakes his head and sips from his drink.

Cas pushes the cue forward and misses the white ball by miles. Groaning, he lets the cue fall onto the table. “Guess you have to show me again.” Cas pulls a face, brows drawn together.

Dean sets his glass down on a side table, leans his cue against it as well, felted tip pointing upwards.

He rounds the big pool table and comes to a stop on Cas’s left side. He can already feel the heat Cas’s body radiates through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He started wearing more casual clothes recently, and it’s actually one of Dean’s shirts he's got on.

Dean doesn't say anything, just nudges his chin forward and Cas picks up his cue again. Dean leans closer and his fingers carefully wrap around Cas’s left hand, moving them in position.

His own sleeves are rolled up, and the skin of their arms touch. Dean leans closer, practically molds himself against Cas’s side and back. His right arm winds around Cas to support his other arm. He gently loosens Cas’s fingers on the thick end of the cue, eases them into a gentle hold and folds his own fingers in the gaps between Cas’s.

Cas holds his breath, Dean can feel it against his chest, how the angel has stopped moving. He hooks his chin over Cas’s left shoulder, his lips nearly brushing Cas’s ear. He breathes once, twice, not deeply but enough so Cas can feel it on his skin.

“Is this what you want?” Dean asks with a rough but lowered voice, and because he can, he now lets his lips touch Cas’s ear for a brief second.

Cas’s right arm twitches and the cue moves smoothly across both their knuckles. The cue hits perfectly and the white ball rolls in a straight line, sinks the intended ball and comes back.

“Might get it right someday,” Cas mumbles, a smug expression now on his face, which Dean can't quite see.

Dean hopes Cas never gets it right, though.

i think cas semi-frequently pretends he doesn't understand an expression or a reference so he can listen to dean get fondly exasperated and explain it to him

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This is from Vil x Reader -- Overblot Slap:

“Please, don’t look at me… Stop looking at me like that!” Vil screams, cowering away from you. “Why? I wanted to become the most beautiful in the world, but why am I so–so ugly! I’m so ugly!” 

The dorm leader clutches his hair, hyperventilating. Poisonous gas seeps into the hallway.

“Roi de Poison, you’re not ugly,” Rook refutes.

You give him an incredulous expression. Vil looks pretty ugly to you. He hasn’t looked good since you became an unwilling participant in the reality TV show that’s his life. He has such an obsessive and self-important attitude. It pisses you off. 

“Yeah! Neige and Rook didn’t drink the juice!” Kalim agrees. 

You gape at Kalim with wide eyes. Is he excusing Vil’s actions? That man attempted murder! He might not have done irreversible physical damage, but you have psychological trauma. It’s been accumulating since day one. You can’t do this anymore. You have to hit him before he overblots. As a magicless student, you’re pushed to the sidelines during overblot fights. However, you have a personal grudge against Vil. You’ve put up with his pretentious behavior in your house for a month. You’re going to express your feelings with your fists.

“Please, Vil, come to your–”

You stomp up to Vil and slap him. The sound reverberates off the walls. He stares at you. His eyes are wide, and he has a searing red handprint on his face. One of his gloved hands brushes over it in disbelief. You put your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, you’re ugly,” you confirm. “You’ve been acting ugly for a while now. You almost murdered Neige because of your stupid ego and inferiority complex. Not everything is about you. You don’t get to decide you’ve lost the competition before you’ve even performed. You have a whole team behind you. You’re not being a good leader.” 

There’s a period of silence. The dorm leader stares at you. After a moment, you slap him again. 

“Your face pisses me off,” you explain, “Get your act together and stop whining. You have other things to do, like apologizing.”

(this is the first page of the Overblot Slap fanfic. u're welcome and i'm sorry. u're going to be so mad at me. this isn't going to come out in a while. i'm mostly working on Rook x Observant Reader. Then, the Dreaming of You series... however... I will say that once I get Riddle and Azul's finished, I might work on this more)

[ghost-bxrd]

It never gets easier.

Even now, almost two years later, Dick still finds himself waking from a light doze in a near panic when he can’t recall Jason’s whereabouts.

In his dreams, Jason smiles. Breathless laughter erupting out of him like light from the sun when Dick scoops him up, not understanding the frenzy with which Dick checks him over but submitting to it all the same, confusion giving way to indulgent exasperation regardless of how many times Dick buries his face in the owlet’s hair and cries. Like he doesn’t understand why Dick clings to him like his life depends on it, like he’s just been away for a few minutes to fetch a glass of water and doesn’t get what the fuss is all about about.

And then Dick wakes up, the comforting smell dissipating along with the dream, and Dick wishes he could reach inside his chest and claw the heart right out of it.

— Birds of Terror, Owl Song pt xv sneak peek

[ink-stainedkiss]

okokokok guys i have something brewing in my drafts. Something i have not posted 😥 but ill give you a tiny snippet of what i have and if we like it ill finish the story.

Choso wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position; with you straddling his legs while your hand pumped his hard cock. It was supposed to be a normal study sesh in your dorm. The two of you were assigned a duo project (which Choso obviously freaked out about) and he didn’t expect for you to not only: 1, ask for his number, but 2, text him the next day to meet up at your dorm to work on it.

“shhh Cho, you don’t want the rooms around us to hear how good i’m jerking you off, right?” A pathetic whine pushed past his lips as he shook his head. The knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter, his hefty balls begging for release. As if you’ve trained for this very moment, you applied a small amount of pressure on the underside of his cock, a sensitive area for the man. Choso threw his head back, slamming onto the side of your bed,”Holy s-shit.”

Update: soo a special holiday is coming up aka this friday and it’ll be a perfect time to send this work out along with some other Valentine’s day Speical works!! Stayed tuned❤️

[amazingmsme]

Just a lil sneak peak of what’s to come

"You're going to call off that storm." He spoke in a dead, flat tone. One that struck fear in the hearts of many and commanded respect.

Poseidon's triumphant smirk stretched further across his face, twisting his features with sadistic glee.

"Or what? You can't kill me," he taunted. Odysseus slowly shifted his gaze back onto him.

"Exactly."

Odysseus stalked closer, like a lone wolf closing in on a kill. Poseidon's grin faltered once he realized Odysseus was still coming towards him.

"Wait-" his eyes darted to where his trident now rested at the soldier's feet. "Wait!"

And then Odysseus smirked.

"Oh no. By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I stabbed you instead," he said matter of factly.

Poseidon sneered, lurching forward threateningly. "What?"

But before he could say another word, the King of Ithica was straddling his hips, shoving his back against the rocks. He blinked in shock, at a complete loss for words.

"Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes," Odysseus said, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. "Even ones you don't expect," he went on to crack his neck, rolling his shoulders just to drag out the anticipation.

Poseidon could've thrown him off, but he was curious where the mortal was going with this.

"Do your worst."

"I intend to."

[louroth]

All this nervous energy just running off of you as long as you. keep. moving. The adrenaline feels lovely as it surges, past the last set, into another, and a third— you're going for failure, aren't you?

Always.

It is not enough to coast the high of enough. It has to be more. There has to be the tenuous sigh of relief as your body scrambles to survive within the frame you've made for it. Just one more. Another.

The weights fall to the floor with a clatter and your mouth splits into a wide grin of approval as everything— your vision, your limbs, your spirit— trembles, quakes: the good kind of exhaustion. The ceiling is the loveliest view you've ever seen— you did it. The something you can do. Colors dull in comparison to it. As you lay on the mat, tracing worms of fracturing color that twitch with your heightened breath, a face steps in, swirling your vision into whirls of lights and traces of sweat. A smirk, a raised eyebrow— distant, not staring, but aware. He hefts his own weight. Flicks his focus to your red, flushed face. Meets your eyes for a fraction of a second before curling the iron once more.

"A sight for sore eyes."

You, at a lack for words, trace an eye over his form. He rolls his lips. You flick a brow.

And that is all there is to it.

[jittersbitters]

Ive hit 4K and taking a break to eat. Have another Vik x reader smut snippet while I wait for more coffee to brew (its only midnight). On that 2nd cup and my drink isn't the only thing getting steamy.

Part 3 is already being outlined and I'm thinking Heimerdinger's lab or Hoskels house 🤭

Part 1 Here

“In.” His thumb started to stroke between my shoulder blades as his breath fanned the side of my face, voice a low thrum in my ear. My breath hitched as I felt myself gravitate toward him, eyeing him from the corners of my vision. My heart starting to make its nervous ascent up my throat again. “What?” “It’s incautious.” His corrected with a self-satisfied smile, delighting in my surprise as his hand shifted up to thumb at the cord wrapping around my neck to hold up the front of my dress. He played with it, running the finger along the stack, his hand resting at the base of my neck. Holding me gently as he guided me away from the increasingly crowded table, deliberately closing any lingering distance between us as our sides came together. “How do you say…” We were so close he only needed to murmur, “The student becomes the master.” A rush of heat coursed through me, breath hitching in my throat. The cord around my neck felt suddenly too tight, and I weakly pulled with it in search of relief. His thumb slid under the cords in response, relieving some of the pressure from the back. Simultaneously, pulling them into my throat, the contrast made my insides twist and flutter. Did he know just what he was doing? “Viktor—"

I seemed to have devolved in the tags. Read at your own risk teehee

[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

Tagged by @thiamsalpha @endlessnightmaress

“I woke up and I thought Theo was in my room.” Liam confesses, wanting to throw a book at the wall and contemplate his own life. It’s embarrassing he’s admitting this outloud.

“That’s not the kind of thing I’d be telling people.” Malia says, outwardly looking ashamed for him. What a great start.

“It wasn’t like that! It was a dream. Forget it. I’m going to die now.” Liam groans, unable to explain what he means, or why his skin feels hot when he thinks about the chimera, and saying it’s a dream seems like the better option.

It’s all a little fuzzy. Theo was there.

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[bespectacledgiraffe]

A Sneak Peek for

Like A Prayer (On My Knees)

a Destiel fanfic on ao3 from me for you.

Status: completed, currently editing chapter by chapter. See current pinned post for master post of this fic.

Chapter Four, Part Two, coming up next Sunday, June 1st

How would it feel to kiss Castiel? People kiss their best friends all the time, right? Even on the mouth, no big deal. Except right now it was. A big deal. Because Dean had just realised…things. And now things were moving pretty fast and he was not prepared for it.

All for the case, no hard feelings. That's what he had hoped at first. But damn, the tables had turned.

Cas looked with unreadable and open eyes at him, like he would do everything Dean asked of him. And he would probably do.

Dean breathed in deeply, tried to ignore the foul odour that had come with the pastor, and freed his hand from Cas‘s grip, lifting the other one from his chest. The disappointment on Cas’s face, there and gone too quickly for Dean to notice. He carefully laid his hands to rest on Cas‘s cheeks and cupped his face between his thankfully not-shaking fingers.

Cas’s skin was unexpectedly soft. Warm. Details Dean had probably noticed many times before but never noticed noticed.

Cas held onto his arms, awkwardly, not like someone who knew they would get kissed any moment now.

Dean licked his lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now, Angel.”

This one’s quite a short peek at the next chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

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[squirrelno2]

I glanced at Trigger Fingers today, reread the part where Cody helps Dasa put on armour, and remembered that I absolutely did that for sexual tension reasons. So here is a scene from a hypothetical sequel (ha! Hypothetical. It'll happen i just don't know when) that takes the subtext and makes it very much text. You're welcome

"Cody?"

Cody turned to see Dasa dangling the borrowed breastplate with large, liquid eyes. Cody sighed, knowing exactly how much work Dasa put into making that face, and got to work helping him. At least it was an excuse to run his fingers over Dasa's short grey fur, watching him shiver as Cody brushed against his collarbone entirely unnecessarily.

"You need to know how to do this," Cody said as he fastened the rerebrace. He snorted. "You need your own armour."

"What do you take me for, some puffed-chest Mando? Armour is noisy."

"So are you."

"Only for you."

Cody cleared his throat, trying not to think about the night before. It wasn't easy with Dasa smirking at him. They both knew just how loud Dasa had been.

"You probably still call these bracelets," he muttered.

"Ah!" Dasa stopped Cody from stepping back by wrapping an arm around Cody's waist. He lifted his other arm, rotating it to show off the pieces.

"Vambrace. Rerebrace."

Dasa leaned down, his breath a warm wind against Cody's ear. Cody kept his face straight with no small amount of effort, his cheeks just as warm as Dasa's voice.

"If you want me to know all the pieces, maybe you ought to teach me."

They'd been doing this long enough that Cody knew how to give as good as he got. He gathered his resolve, planted a hand on Dasa's chest to push him back, and allowed himself one small smirk.

"We can start with how to take it off. When the job's done."

"Yes, sir, commander," Dasa said with a goofy little bow.

"Stop it," Cody warned, trying not to smile. "Go. Don't get shot."

"Oh, not even a little? After all your hard work with this stuff?"

"Go!" Cody said. Dasa laughed all the way out of the room. Cody let himself linger for three seconds, five, until the echoes were gone from his head as well as the air. Then he headed out as well, taking the opposite path down the hall. He had his own work to do.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Rook x Observant Reader excerpt pt way too many:

You give Vil a tight hug back. 

“You remind me of a mom,” you state. 

The model freezes. 

“What?” he asks.

You elaborate, “We’re your found family and you fuss over us, wanting us to be our best selves. You take care of all of us. Is that not what a mother does? Besides, you lean into your femininity and we all consider you the Queen of Pomfiore, not the king. Queens are sometimes referred to as the Mother of the Country.” 

“I suppose that makes sense. Thank you. I’m glad I’m a source of safety and comfort for you,” the actor answers, rubbing your back. 

“You also give milf vibes,” you add. 

He stiffens. You let go as Epel and Grim scream and cackle in the background. You grin, and Rook chuckles. 

“Oui, Roi de Poison does exude that beaute and mature energy,” he comments. “Just remember that people find them devastatingly attractive, Vil.”

The hunter maneuvers you out of the queen’s grasp and to the dormitories. From behind you, you hear Vil scolding the freshmen and demanding to see their homework. He’s not beating the milf allegations. 

(I love Vil. This is also very accurate... I hope I'm not giving away too many funny parts. Although I suppose I'm saving the drama for the full fanfic)

[ghost-bxrd]

Sharing more snippets of this because nobody’s gonna care for this fic anyway but I need to get it out of my system so badly I’ll be useless for anything else if I don’t lol

[nevermoorsource]

Jessica Townsend shared a new Silverborn snippet!!! 👑🐉☂️

To view all the snippets so far, go here.

[tales-of-wocdes]

How would Harvard and Lexia react if MC dropped something and said either f*ck or sh*t in the most innocent voice ever, all cause little innocent MC saw one of the other adults drop something and cursed lol?

(I absolutely love your game, it just sucked me in and I was so engrossed in the story ❤️ can't wait for the next update!)

Thank you! Happy to hear you liked it.

Let's go with sh*t (let's assume MC missed the word in C2). Lets call this one a celebration for a ~100 blog posts.

Thank you for all the interaction :D

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The book drops from your hands and smacks against the white stone underneath.

"Shit." You heard one of the Silver Protectors say it just the other day when they dropped their gauntlet during lunch. You figured it was the thing to say when dropping something.

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Havard:

Havard is there in an instant, picking up the book and kneeling in front of you. He peers into your eyes, and gives a little smile.

"MC, do you remember our talk about bad words?" He asks calmly.

You stare at him. You recall the conversation. What does that have to do with anything? Still, you should probably nod. So you do.

Havard stares at you, as if searching for something. "You have no idea why I am asking about that, do you?" He asks, and you think there is a hint of mirth in his tone.

"No." You say tilting your head. You really have no idea.

Havard smiles at you, just like he always smiles.

"Well, the word you used is one of the bad words. You should not use it." He says.

It is? Why? Bad words are so confusing. What makes a word bad? How are you supposed to know which words are bad?

Havard must see your confusion.

"Don't worry about it. I am sure you will learn in time."

You sure hope so.

"Now please tell me where you heard that word." He is still smiling at you, but it feels a little... scary. You have a feeling that if you tell him, the Silver Protector you heard using the word will be in trouble.

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Lexia:

Lexia saunters over and picks up the book. "Good word kid, but you do know Havard would not like you using it." She says, grinning a bit.

He wouldn't? Why not?

"It's one of those bad words kid. Remember?"

You stare at her. Bad words?.... Oh. You recall the conversation.

"Yeah. So avoid using it, especially in front of Havard. And Ethel. And Alessa." She winks and then frowns a bit. "Uh... kid? You did not learn that word from me did you?"

No it was not her. You did learn a lot of other words from her. Like f*ck! Still, you shake your head.

"Oh good. I don't want another lecture." She beams at you. "Do tell me who you did learn if from?"

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Havard and Lexia:

Havard and Lexia both turn to look at you. Havard glances at Lexia.

"Hey, it wasn't me this time!" She raises her arms. "I think." Havard sighs and comes over to you. He picks up the book and kneels in front of you.

[Pretty much the same as Havard one]

"So... were you telling the truth about where you learned the word from? Come on, tell me." Lexia whispers as Havard leaves the room. "And we should totally follow him. I want to see this. For once his glower is not directed at me!" She sounds gleeful.

Life is so complicated.

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What conversation are they talking about? C3 might have something related to profanity.