Warnings: smut, tit fucking, mouth fucking, brat Remmy
Author's note: Hi loves<3. Another day, another kink. Hope you like this one darlings <3
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“Just like that honey.” Remus moans. “You are really my good girl, aren’t you?
You two are hiding in a classroom, away from prying eyes. The full moon is affecting your husband even more than usual, and trying to satisfy the hunger of the wolf has become quite difficult being both of you professors.
Luckily enough, you both have this free hour between the lessons but not enough time to go into your chambers, so you had to improvise and knowing that this classroom was empty you opted for this being the best option.
Remus always has a higher sex drive than usual during the time that the full moon is coming closer, and you knew this from when you were both teenagers and still students, but you never see him acting like this. This morning, when you arrived after him at breakfast he couldn’t stop looking at you cleavage. You know that he has a special obsession when it comes to your breast, but today when you closed the door of the room you are in now, he attacked the lips to the skin that your top is showing, like a mad man, a man starved nearly to death.
Right now you are on your knees sucking his cock, while your tits are falling over the top that is now lowered to show your chest.
Remus is leaning against the wall behind him, his head is thrown back since he is too caught up in the pleasure. Your mouth is going up and down his dick, sucking and moving your tongue trying to bring him closer to his orgasm, while you look up through your eyelashes.
“You are such a good girl for me love, always ready to be my slut anytime I want.” He says, while with his hand tugging your hair, already put into a ponytail. With this hold he starts to move your head faster to match his liking. He fuck you mouth non-stop, like a beast, cocking you sometimes, knowing that if you ever felt uncomfortable you would stop him.
In a pair of thrusts he is getting closer to his orgasm, and by now your panties are completely drenched, but you don’t touch yourself knowing that he would probably punish you with a week of no orgasm, like the last time that it happened.
But at some moment you feel his dick ready being taken out of your lips, while you are getting ready to swallow his seed. You look up at him again, a little bit shocked and thinking you got something wrong.
“I want to cum onto you beautiful tits, I want to mark you as mine darling, so open up that shirt.” He says while stroking his dick, some precum gets his hand dirty. You do as you are commanded, and put your boobs on display for him.
He puts his member in the valley of your breast, and taking your tits in his hand he start to fuck them, taking the same pace that he used in your mouth. In a pair of minutes you can feel him coming closer to his orgasm, seeing some of the precume coming out and dirtying your skin. Between some swear words and some pleading he reaches his peak of pleasure, coming all over your boobs, adorning chest with his seed like it’s some kind of jewel, marking you as his.
You wait for him to catch his breath again, then you take some of his cum with a finger and you bring it to the mouth and taste it.
“Fuck love, you you continue like this I have to screw you right here on this desk.” He comments chuckling. You smile at him and still looking at him you reach for the tissue you keep in the pocket of your jeans, but he stops you.
“I want you to have it on you while you do your lesson, I want everybody to know that you are mine. In particular that stupid new professor of Potions.” He says with clear hate in his eyes. You get up, and look at him thinking that he is kidding.
“You were like this because you were jealous of him?”
“Part because of it, part because I really needed you, but don’t worry our fun is not over yet. See you tonight love.” He finishes, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips and then running out for his lesson since he is already late, but before going out of the door he runs back. His hands sneak up your skirt and take your wet panties off of you, and put them in his pocket.
Author's note: Hi loves<3. So first time writing an omegaverse fic, and I have so many ideas like this, hoping that I manage to write them in the future. Hope you enjoy it<3
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Being an Omega and being a woman is not easy.
Most of the men you met in your life were scared of you, so relationships were very difficult, and the one you had was a stupid asshole that believed that they could control you and dominate you. Easy to say they were lucky to be alive, breathing and fucking other chicks without you cutting of their dicks only to think something like this.
But what makes it even more difficult is being an Illyrian.
When you were young you decided to run away before they could cut off your wing with your first bleeding, but after years wandering around the world, you were feeling lonely and all you wanted was being again where you grew up, so you decided to go back into the Illyrian land.
And there the problems started.
When you get back you remember why you escaped from this living hell. The men see you as an issue to eliminate, but you are still not ready to let a man tell you what you can and can’t do, so you start to fight your not so silent battle.
You founded from the first moment a circuit training for women, to get stronger and to learn the basic skills to fight in case they need them against an enemy, or even their husband, but the problem is that not a single one of them would come. You would go around and ask them if they wanted to come, even for a single day and try if they like it, but their omega brains tell them to listen to their stupid alpha, and not even talk to you.
After some weeks, some beta, then not allowed to train with the alphas would come and train with you, but other men of the camp make fun of them, for letting a woman train them, an inferior tell them what to do. That makes your nerves blow up, and you go straight to the head of the camp and throw him a punch right in the face, and after that many others.
You get some shots too, but from how angry you are you don’t even feel them, the only thing you see is his blood coming out of his nose and the smile that forms on your face.
“Now who is the weak one? Tell me, the frail omega or the strong alpha?” You mock him, before being knocked out by someone behind you.
When you woke up again you were in the prison of the camp, and a man was outside of the bars. The shadows hide his face, but you could feel his power radiate from him and you feel a shiver going down your back.
“Who are you?” You ask the figure, and you hear him laugh, before the sound of some keys ringing in the air, then the door of your dungeon opens and the man enters. You sit up straight against the wall behind you, and in response the man sits up near you, maintaining some distance.
“The question my dear is who are you?” Says the man with a dark and seductive voice. “I never heard of you, and from what these people say you lived here many years ago, ran off and then came back, and started to “create problems”. “He says, quoting in the air with his hands what he is saying. While he does this you can see his hand clearly and you see how the veins in his hands stand out, how strong they look and you find yourself asking how they would feel against your throat or better in your-, you don’t let yourself finish the thought, feeling shame for such impure thinking on a man you don’t even know his name and that his here to punish you for your action. He smirks like he could read your mind, and you see him getting closer. Now you can see his beautiful features: his plump lips, his violet and enchanting eyes, his jaws, to not talk about his fit body that appears from the adherent suit he is wearing.
Everything in this man screams sex god to you.
“The head of the camp was not in really good shape when I arrived here.” He says, while still looking at you, this time studying you like you were the last treat in the whole bakery, and he would have died if he didn’t taste it. “But you are lucky I never liked him at all darling.” He continues laughing at your expression.
“What? So-so what you’ll do to me?” You ask, and then stop yourself again with another question. “Or better, who are you?”
He smiles at you, and comes nearer to your ear to whisper in it. You don’t get away from it, indeed you stay there and crave the closeness with the handsome stranger.
“Believe me darling when I tell you the things I would do to you are not ones to speak aloud.” He says with a provocative voice. “And by the way I’m your High Lord.” He continues like it’s nothing.
You stay there, frozen in your spot at the admission, even when he calls to more Illyrian men, Azriel and Cassian from what he called them, and says to them to be ready to go in some minutes.
Without saying anything to you, in a short time you leave, and walk away from the camp through the surrounding forest. After about half an hour of walking you approach the only one of the three men to whom you had spoken.
“So, High Lord, where are we going if you don't mind me asking? And why didn't you punish me, after all as much as you disliked me I still attacked an officer in your army.”
He smiles at you and for a moment you pause to look at him and realize that the handsome features you had seen while you were locked in the dark in the cell was nothing compared to those now before you in the sunlight.
He was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen.
“Just call me Rhys darling, no need to be formal.” He says winking at you. “We're on our way to another field, one that is more open and will welcome you and allow you to train other women as you wanted to do. And no I am not going to punish you for doing what no one else had the courage to do and punishing a deserter. You have done me a great favor darling, I should thank you.”
“Nice hook though.” Says the long-haired soldier just ahead of us, interrupting Rhys. “I am Cassian.”
“Nice to meet you.” You answer with a smile, then continue with your questions. “Why don't we fly though, wouldn't that be faster?”
“Yes, however, the weather is not the best and we absolutely had to get out of that field before I killed someone.” The other man answers, shrouded in a blanket of shadows.
“This is Azriel. Let's just say that if you hadn't beaten him up, he would have taken care of beating up the leader of the camp.” Rhys comments under his breath. “We will sleep in a cabin, not far from here, and in the morning we will take the flight to the new camp. The place is not bad: we eat month-old soup, and the rooms are as dirty as the horse stalls.” He continues sarcastically.
You can't help but laugh, and for a moment you realize how comfortable and safe you feel with him, a man and an Alpha like you've never felt before.
Arriving at the cabin you had to split in the only two bedrooms available: Azriel and Cassian, Rhysand and you. You eat something in the small tavern in the bottom of the small building lost in the mountain, and the High Lord was totally right: that soup tasted like shit.
When you arrive in your bedroom you go straight for the bathroom where you take a quick and cold shower to take off some of the dirt from the trip. When you enter the small room again, with only a small towel on you don’t expect to see the man you are sharing the room with. When Rhys sees you he clenches his fists and turns around on the spot.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you would be in the room.” He says while you are feeling your cheeks becoming hot.
“Don’t worry.” You say cutting here shortly. You dress quickly and get under the cover of the bed. You decided previously that you will share the bed, since being two adults you can split it with no problem. It’s his turn for the bathroom, but when he comes out you still cannot find a way to sleep. He gets in the bed too, and turns off the lamp, so you stay there in silence waiting for Morpheus to come, when you decide that he has to answer some more questions.
“Why did you come to get me? You could send just Azriel or Cassian, this is not something a High Lord busy as you would do.”
“You amaze me darling, you are really one of a kind.” He comments, turning to look at you in the eyes, in the dark of this cold tavern bedroom. Feeling you shiver from the freezing temperature, he touches your arm, like asking you if he could embrace you, so you slowly nod and he wraps his body around yours. You let out a breath of relief, and in response to that pleasant warmth you rest your forehead on his chest.
You do not know why you feel so comfortable with a stranger, but you cannot help but long for his presence. Your inner Omega right now is purring, content to rest beside the man who has bewitched you since you first met.
“You still haven't answered the question.” You point out and he chuckles amusedly.
“I honestly didn't even know why. When Cassian told me that you, an Omega had beaten up the leader of the camp we were planning to discharge, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, but then I felt a strange thing in my chest that told me I should go with him and Az, to see you, I felt this inhuman need to know you. I didn't even know where they were keeping you, my Alpha instinct guided me until I got in front of you and saw you, there then everything was clearer. At that exact moment I realized that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you, and it clicked-” He freezes realizing that perhaps he was pronouncing too much, but you with a hand under his chin, bring his eyes back to yours and with a firm look you dictate him to continue.
“That's when the mating bond was triggered. I realized that you are not just an Omega I am interested in, but you are my Omega.” He confesses, pointing his violet eyes into yours. You could swear you can see in his eyes the star that glows at night in the sky of your so loved Court.
You don’t know what will come to you, but you throw your lips on his. He kisses you back in the moment they touch, so that this dance of passion begins.
You never felt something like this with your past lovers. This pure sensation of being loved, of having found the other perfect half of yourself, your mate and Alpha.
His hand starts wandering near your hip, going back and then cupping your ass, to make you closer to him. Your lips never part, like if glue was poured on them the moment they enter in contact. Your hand entangled in his hair, tugging them makes him moan.
You stay there making out like a couple of horny teenagers for what seems years, when you get quite needy and his kisses are not enough anymore for you.
You tug his shirt off, parting only for a moment from his mouth, and in these seconds it is like you can’t breathe anymore, because he has become your oxygen.
He does the same with the excuse of dress you are wearing as pajama, and in a pair of second you are bare in front of each other. You lips are not anymore on his lips but they’re on his neck, leaving mark and bite, saying the world that he belong to you and to no other, while he moans for the pleasure you provoke him. He take you face in his hands, leaving a sweet kiss on you mouth, before going and doing the same as you did, kissing and biting all the skin from your ear to the valley of your breast, but leaving untouched the mating gland.
You whimper under his sweet attack, pleading him of doing more.
“Please Rhys, make me yours.” You ask him in a whisper, like if neither you could process the words. You are not scared of them, but you are only too happy to feel them as real probably.
“Are you sure? We can always wait until you are. I want you to be certain of your choice.-”
“Shut up Rhysie and bite me.” You say to him, kissing his neck, and feeling him stiffens.
He doesn’t wait anymore and puts his cock into you, making you both moan. He begins to move slowly, but after a few thrusts he starts to go faster.
You close your eyes and bring your head back onto the pillow, while he is on top of you moving between your legs, leaving uncovered your mating gland for him, letting him choose when to bite you and make you his.
You feel your Omega being satisfied with being connected with her mate and Alpha, being happy and complete for the first time in your life like no other time. The pace of his pushes quicken again, and you start to feel your orgasm approach, feeling that he is near too.
His dick touches parts of you that no other lover before ever touched, making you feel a whole new kind of pleasure you don’t think you could experience.
When you feel like you arrived on the peak, ready to fall and let yourself indulge in the sensation of your high, Rhys decided to bite you, making this feeling even better for you. You can say that you see the ancients gods with the orgasm he took out of you.
You stay put for minutes, coming down to your high, until you can feel your legs again.
“That was the best orgasm of my life.” You whisper with your eyes still closed.
Rhys laughs, kissing softly on your cheek.
“Happy to hear this darling.” He responds, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, licking the bite mark that he just left, both for a feeling of possession and to make this heal faster and better. “I want you to bite me too.” He continues, and you look at him shocked. Not many Alphas let their Omegas bite them, because they think that the omegas belong to them and not the other way around, so without a bite mark they still could fool around with other omegas.
But your Alpha is different, and you knew it from the first moment you saw him.
“I want you to be my equal. You are my half, my soul mate, and I want everyone to know that they belong to you.” He finishes taking your hand in his, since you both set up by now.
You feel a tear or two escape from your eyes, he quickly dries them.
“If you don’t want to I totally understand, and you can always say no darling, I don’t to put too much pressure on you. I know this thing is totally new for you and-” You stop his rumbling kissing him.
“I know you from less than 24 hours and I can proudly say that I’m more than happy to be your mate, to be your Omega and that I love you. It sounds crazy to me to say it, but I love you. I really do, and I’m more than honored to mark you as mine, I was crying because I’m so happy right now. It all feels like a dream.” You say, kissing his hands.
“It’s not a dream my love, it’s all real, I’m real and I love you too.” He says, kissing your hands too in response. You smile at him and then you come near him, and bite the base of his neck, marking him. You feel the same possessive behavior it took the best of him before coming all over you. You kiss, lick and bite his skin, feeling him whimper.
When you are satisfied with the result you look again straight in his eyes.
“I think you just got me hard all over again darling.” He jokes, breaking the atmosphere that the sex and the confession created before. You laugh at his words, and then you whisper in ear while you wink at him.
Author's note: Hi loves<3. So first day of this kinktober! So happy to share again my fics with you. Hope you enjoy it<3
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You haven't heard from the boys in two days, and you're starting to worry.
You get out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel when you hear the computer make a rhythmic, cheerful sound, and immediately with run to answer the video call.
You read your fiancé's name on the screen, and immediately a shiver of happiness runs down your spine, before a little voice in your head reminds you of what he and his older brother had gone through on the hunt they went on far from what you now call home. As soon as you answer, you see his handsome face reveal itself before you, with his usual infectious smile that he often only turns to you. His happy eyes immediately make you let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he is all right, though that doesn't stop you from taking a good look at him.
"Love, how are you?" he breaks the silence after a few seconds of you standing in silence watching each other. You smile and shake your head.
"I should be the one to ask how you're doing, you're the one who went on a suicide mission with Dean." He comments and Sam can't help but laugh at your words.
"Suicide mission seems exaggerated to me, we have done much worse things. This was a simple ghost, nothing out of the ordinary." He says as if he were talking about today's weather.
"To think that a few years ago ghosts were the strangest thing we encountered."
"Yeah, those were good times, other than demons, angels, God and Lucifer." Sam comments, shaking his head as he takes a good look at you.
"Did you just get out of the shower?" Your fiancé asks as he looks around for a second in the dingy motel room where he and Dean are staying. His brother has gone out for a drink at the bar, so Sam is sure that for some time he will certainly not be bothered by the elder Winchester.
"It's not nice to peek into the cleavage of a lady Sam Winchester, you know." You say as you purposely lean forward so that your breasts are even more visible, knowing that they are one of the few Sam's weak spots when it comes to you.
"Come on baby, all I've been doing for a week is thinking about you and all the unpronounceable things I would do to you if I had you here in my hands." He says whining.
"You are lucky then that just this morning I bought a little something for you. I've been waiting to show it to you when we meet again, but I might make an exception to the rule and show it to you." You say as you get up from the bed you were sitting on. "But you must promise me that you will close your eyes and wait."
"Scout's honor." Sam says bringing one hand to his chest, while with the other he slides the computer lower, thus managing to pull down the zipper of his jeans and over his boxers massaging the erection that was becoming more painful as the minutes passed.
After a few minutes you reappear in front of the screen in a sheer satin dress that reaches just below your ass, through which you can see everything. This perfectly wraps your breasts and also allows you to see the microscopic panties you are wearing. In his eyes you are always a godness, but in this moment, he swears he never believed this much in something supernatural, because for sure you are not human, an neither an angel or a siren, a new species, his and only his.
Sam lets out a sigh as he feels he might burst out at that same moment.
"God, help me." He whispers in an under voice.
"There is no one to help you Sammy boy, just you and me." You say sensuously, as you sit back on your heels, making your tits stick out even more prominently, pointing out your turgid nipples through the thin fabric to your boyfriend, who by now had pulled his dick out of his boxers and started gently massaging it, fearful that he might orgasm at any moment. On seeing this you cannot refrain from bringing your right hand down to your thin panties, the only barrier separating you from the most sensitive spot on your body. He begins to touch you gently as you see him close his eyes and rest his head against the wall behind him.
"Eyes on me Sammy." You incite him as you uncover your breasts with your left hand and begin to massage them, moaning with the pleasure this simple act brings you. But that is not enough and you know it. You will never cum as you do on his thick finger, on his sexy hands. You start to imagine that is his hand to touch you on you cunt, and in the exact moment you feel yourself closer than ever to the orgasm.
"We'll see if you're still this commanding when I get home honey." Sam says, moaning as his eyes fix on the movement of your hips, on your fingers as you chase a pleasure he knows you can't get to without him. He continues to look at you, chasing with you the same high you bith crave. The man then remains mesmerized by your tits that continue to move as if in a dance to the sound of your moans.
"Good, that's the way to move. I know you can't come except with my fingers anyway, don't you love?" He says in a sensual tone as you nod too caught up in the pleasure. "You are my little slut, you can't cum if I'm not the one that is making you cum." He continues. "Words, babe, I want words. I want to know what my voice is making you while you ride that preatty hands of yours thinking is mine."
You moan while your finger starts to go faster while you can't say a single word, your brain to lost to even comprend that anymoment Dean could come back. While you are loosing yourself, Sam start to stroke his cock even faster than before, reaching everytime somewhere closer to the pleasure he longs for. You hear his moans and you understand that he is cumming, so you start to touch you clit faster, feeling your pleasure near. In this moment, where you where on the peak, ready to fall in that sinful sensation, when he suddenly tells you to stop.
You open you eyes, closed for the pleasure you where feeling coming near your orgasm, and you see him looking like a god, while he still slowly stroke himself, glowing from his previous pleasure.
"You wanted to provoke me with the little thing you are wearing, now you don't get to cum sweetheart. You'll wait until I come home tomorrow, and I'll get to tear that dress on the floor. See you love, sleep well." He ends the calls like this, sending you a kiss while you are still there, unsatisfied and angry with him, but at the same time turned on for the things he will do tomorrow when you will be together again.
Yesterday I published the taglist, but I joticed only now that I didn't do it right (totally my fault because i was too sleepy but I'm too stubborn for my own good)
You all who did it were so lovely, but if yoj want to be tagged I'm here to ask you to do it again, thank you so much!!
Warnings: smut, degradation kink, swearing, not proofreaded
Author’s note: Hi loves! New day new kink. This is one is kinda shot, but I have written it in my 30minuties break from study for my next exam so hope you like it, your witch Becky
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"Did you really think I would let you get away with this?" Eris whispers in your ear as her hips violently strike yours. It seems like hours and at the same time seconds since she dragged you into this closet, away from the music and the euphoria of the dance taking place in your home, to fuck you and remind you of who you really belong to.
It's been days since Eris has given you a glance, too busy in his new role as High Lord, and as much as you might have forgiven him in the beginning, now you're just angry, as well as needy. And what better way to get his attention than to flirt a little with the Night Court shadowsinger?
You don't answer him, unable to formulate a meaningful response since by now the only sounds coming out of your mouth are nothing but moans and sounds of pleasure.
He pulls you to himself, your back against his chest, while with one hand cupping one of your breasts, at the same time biting your right earlobe. This new stimulus causes you to squeeze his cock even tighter inside your pussy.
"Silly bunny, did you really think I would let someone else touch what belongs to me?" He asks again, increasing his thrusts and speeding up his movements. "Don't worry, later when we're alone I'll teach you properly how a good bunny should behave, for now I'll give you a taste of what I'm going to do." He continues, before increasing the force of his thrusts again, which create a punishing rhythm that makes you moan from both pain and pleasure.
You continue like this for a few minutes until you both reach orgasm.You close your eyes in the throes of a pleasure you've never felt before: your vision goes completely white, while your body is shot through with a series of tremors and shivers that shake you hard. You feel his semen paint your walls as your pussy clutches his member tightly so that no drop of his cum can escape from you as you both gasp for breath. Once both of you have returned to normal breathing, you break away and adjust your clothes so that you look presentable again.
Before you come out of your hiding place Eris looks at you, with a look full of admiration and affection, and without that mask she wears in front of everyone's eyes, before commenting on something.
"You know bunny, if it always comes this way, maybe it's not such a bad idea to propose that threesome to our shadow friend." He says chuckling, teasing you about a confession you made to him right after you accepted the bond with him, where you told him that for years you had had a crush on your friend Azriel when you worked with him in his court. You so shake your head and look at your mate with a sly smirk, before answering.
Hey!! I just came across your account just now and I’m living for it!! I know it’s November but is it too late to request Day 11 with Remus Lupin from your kinktober?? My ass just had to find your account just now. Thank u anyways!!
Hiii love! I'm even more an ass to anwser you only now, but believe me: my life can pass from being the most boring one to the most active and crazy I've ever seen.
Btw thank you so much! I've published at the end the day 11 with Remus (like yesterday or something like this). Hope you have found it and you liked it.
What happened to the rest of the kinktober fics after day 10? I was really looking forward to the other smmy fic when I stumbled across your account 😭😭
Hii dear! So sorry to anwser only now. I'm trying to complete the missing days (very slowly) in these weeks. If you are still interested I suggest you look at the upcoming updates.
Best wishes, Becky <333
Could I ask for a Castiel Novak x plus size reader smut, please??
Castiel seems like a cute puppy by the way he looks.
Reader is super insecure about her body but she wanted to do Sam and Dean a favor and went to a bar/club with them. Some skinny chicks come up to reader and bully her cause of her body, when Castiel arraived and protects reader. They are talking outside, go to the Motel and castiel praises her body from head to toe
A/n: Hiii! I'm so sorry to be this late, but uni is killing me and I had litterally wrote it between train stops :) I hope you like it and respect your idea, with love Becky
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Castiel Novak x plus size!reader
Words: about 1.7k words
Warnings: a bitch (she is a vamire so literally a monster), hating about your look and just a super cute and fluffy Cas ;)
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You knew that this choice of yours wouldn’t have brought you anything good, but no one could say no to Sam’s puppy eyes. You cursed the entire friendship with the Winchester brothers the moment you sat at the bar.
They had a new case, a vampire it seems, that seduced women at this bar where you are right now, brought them home and then killed them. And obviously the second they understood that they needed a decoy turned to the third resident of the bunker with soft eyes and a question on their lips. Now you are sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, in a little skimpy dress that leaves little to none to the imagination of who you have near. You always had a bad relationship with your body, and when you saw the dress that Dean bought for you to go on the hunt you just wanted to run away and hide in your room feeling the little confidence that you have dissipated. Castiel on the other hand, felt your discomfort and didn’t really understand why you felt like that and decided to ask you about this feeling. “Why do you feel this bad? Dean has a great taste in dress, with all the porn videos-” Said the angel looking at you, while you felt your cheeks become red with embarrassment.
“Yeah Cas we have understood.” Blocked him Sam, while he turned to look at you, with a concerned look. “Hey, by the way you don’t have to do this, you know it right? We can always find another way to hunt this vampire down.”
You tried to find the courage to say what you felt to them, but the feeling of letting them down was too bad so you put a fake smile on your face and just lied another time to them: “Don’t worry, it’s not that. It’s just, I don’t think that this color suits me, you know.” You responded, and within a second, with a snap of his finger, Cas changed the color of the dress to your favorite, while still looking at you with his eyes, of a light blue that the same sky was jealous of it.
“Thank you, so much better now.” You said, taking the dress from Dean's hands, and going to your room to change. After you arrived, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath, thinking of how you will find the courage.
You are lost in your thoughts when a man comes near you, and asks if you know where the bathroom is . You smile at him and give him the direction to find it. He smiles back at you, and thanks, before going where you told him. You return your attention back on the drink you have in your right hand, since you decided that there is no way you are doing all this shit sober. Dean and Sam are close by, just a few meters behind you, looking for signs of the monster you are hunting. You feel the phone buzzing near your hand, you look at it and you see a message from Sam.
<<Everything ok?>>
<<Yeah, he just wanted to know where is the bathroom.>> You texted back at him. You are about to ask him how long you have to stay, since you are starting to get really uncomfortable, when a hand takes place on your shoulder, and makes you turn in the direction of who is touching you. You see its owner is a young and pretty woman, with long blonde hair on her shoulder and a fake nose. You are concerned if you can even breath from how small the little dress is, her fake boobs look like they are gonna explode from the pressure.
“What do you think are doing?” She ask you, and you look at her, while you don’t really understand what she is talking about.
“Sorry, I think you are talking with the wrong person?” You say, trying to go back in the comfortable position you found moments before her arriving.
"No, bitch, I'm really talking to you. What do you think you're doing, hitting on my man? Well you are so wrong. Do you really think someone like you could ever be interested in anyone, I mean have you seen yourself in the mirror? The poor guy would certainly get crushed if he tried to sleep with you. And don't you think this dress is a bit too much for you, you certainly have a lot of nerve to put on something like this showing everything that is wrong with you.-" The girl is interrupted by you, who quickly grabs your things and runs out of the club. Dean seeing this abrupt escape calls you on the phone to find out if everything is all right, not having heard, but having seen that a woman, not very kind in her own words, had approached you in a threatening manner. You, as usual in these cases, lie to your friend saying that you merely couldn't stay inside the freaking club anymore and would be back inside in a few minutes, trying not to let him hear through your cell phone the urge you have to cry.
Once the call with Dean is over, alone, you finally burst into tears, releasing the tension you had been building up for the past few minutes.
You spend a decida of minutes sobbing in the farthest, darkest corner of the parking lot, hoping no one sees you, when you suddenly hear a rustling of wings.
Turning around, you see Castiel, looking worriedly at you as you try to wipe away the tears left on my cheeks.
"Dean and Sam found the vampire; she was the woman who attacked you. Her victims must have been girls she had seen at the bar, and taken in a rage of anger and jealousy, she killed them." He explains, not immediately asking why you were put that way.
"Great, I would say case closed. Come on it's time to go home." You say then walk to where the Impala is parked, but Castiel rests a hand on your arm and stops you.
"The guys sent me to see if I was okay."
"I'm perfectly fine. That woman did nothing to me while I was at the bar."
"Maybe physically, but I can feel that you are in pain. Can I help you in any way?" The angel asks, and you can't help but melt at his words. You've always had a slight crush on Castiel, ever since the first times he helped you and the brothers, unable to deny that he is a charming man, but since he's been spending more and more time with you the simple attraction has evolved into much deeper feelings. Feelings that you are afraid to externalize to the beautiful angel in front of you.
"Yes quiet Cas, everything is fine. Only you know what they say, the truth hurts." You comment as you give a fake smirk. Castiel looks at you confused as he bends his head slightly to the right.
"What do you mean the truth? What did that woman tell you?" The angel asks, suspecting that there is much more to it than you try to hide.
"Nothing, really, never mind." You repeat, but this time Castiel is not fooled by your matter-of-fact answer, and laying two fingers on your forehead, he sees the events that took place just before: the painful words of that girl and all the sadness you felt at hearing them.
When he pulls away from you, you couldn't tell if the angel is more angry or pained as he looks at you. Quickly and without warning, he wraps his arms around you, and you can almost imagine the feel of his wings wrapped around your body: soft and fragrant, like his clothes.
"Sorry, I know you shouldn't look inside other people's heads, however, you were lying to me and you are hurting, and I couldn't leave you to suffer, but I had to know why you were suffering so." He tries to explain, before holding you tighter in his arms, and moving his head from the crook of your neck so he can look you in the face. "Don't believe a word that woman said. You are the most perfect living being I have ever seen, and believe me I have seen many throughout history, but nothing I have ever known compares to you. If I didn't know what angels are, I would say that you are one, in fact if they asked me I would say that you are my angel." She confesses at the end in a whisper so light that you could swear you were imagining it, but confirming her words are her eyes looking at you with such adoration that you feel you could almost catch fire.
"Cas...I don't know what to say I-"
"Don't say anything then." He tells you, smiling. "For once try to take a compliment without saying anything in return." He continues, and you can't help but blush and lean your forehead against his chest to hide the blush that had appeared on your cheeks.
"In fact maybe you know there is one thing you could say." He says a few seconds later, as you stood in silence for a moment enjoying that moment of calm.
"What?" You ask curiously, as you raise your face to look into his eyes, not realizing that your lips are extremely close.
"You might say yes when I ask you in a little while if you would like to go out with me tomorrow night, to eat at that restaurant you like so much." He proposes, as he looks intensely at your lips and with difficulty pulls away from them to look into your eyes. You can't help but giggle.
"You really do spend too much time with Dean." You comment, shaking your head.
"Maybe, but at least it taught me how to tell the girl I love how I feel." He says, before leaving a kiss near the corner of your mouth and then untying himself from your embrace and walking toward the car, leaving you shocked standing still in the same spot for several minutes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asks you, who without your noticing had arrived next to you. You simply nod. "Well then it's time to go unless you want to have a romantic date with the cop at the station." He comments, winking. You blink and realize that you really need to get moving.
Warnings: blood, death, murder, sad things in general, shitty biological family BUT in this a lot of fluff too :)
Author's note: This is the second part for a request by a follower on Wattpad, that I personally loved and I wrote this during the night. It's not complited, the second part will be out soon, but it was getting to long. Hope you like it loves, your witch Becky
Your breath catches in your throat as you try not to let anything show in your expression and try to come up with a plan as that monster you have for a relative moves toward you, while you still have your back to her.
"I see that as usual she does nothing." My aunt says in a croaky, sour voice to the elderly village chief, who looks at me worriedly, and then lays his eyes on her and lowers his head slightly, thus hinting at an elegant greeting, which that woman certainly does not deserve.
"I am as always at your disposal, after all, by now your word is law." Responds the elderly gentleman in a grave and sad tone, before being interrupted again by that withered crow.
"If you would do everything I've asked you to do over the years, I wouldn't have been forced to have a new boss elected in your place or even bargain with a gang of rowdy kids to make you lose your job." She shouts, chuckling at the end, looking satisfied.
"So she was the one who instigated the rebellion movements by those boys, and she's not even a little ashamed of it? And then what's this about there being two tribal leaders, I really don't think High Lord knows anything about that or he would have informed us." Says Nyx, interjecting himself into the discussion, in an authoritative and serious tone, as I hear him approach me slightly, as if he sensed my discomfort at being here right now.
"Yes, I was about to inform you that for two weeks now I have been "discharged" from my role as camp superintendent. I hope I have not offended you in this way, in case it was not my intention, just I was pleased with the idea of escorting you personally." The gentleman confesses.
"No offense taken, in fact we very much appreciated your gesture and I think I speak for both of us in thanking you." You say in a confident tone as I try hard not to lay my eyes on the worst of your nightmares, but out of the corner of your eye you see her squinting as she comes toward you, as if sensing that there was a secret in you that you were hiding from your eyes in every way.
With her, just like a demon that never dies, came your grandmother. On her face the years passed showed, but the evil spirit still shone through her eyes.
The two women, now part of your small circle, do not hide their personal conversation from your ears.
"Do you think it's her?" Your grandmother asks her daughter, but the other is too busy looking at you to answer her mother.
You feel Nyx brush against the wall you had erected in your mind, and without thinking about it you allow him to enter, knowing that either way that one would collapse at the first blow from those two harpies when they finally realized who you were.
"One nod from you and these two women will be in ashes. And remember, we can blow it all up and leave whenever you wish." He says in a calm and gentle tone, as if we were talking about the activity we prefer to do in our spare time and not about killing two people and subverting an order from his father.
"You don't even know who these women are, how can you say you want to kill them? And then what would Rhys say?" Answer trying to maintain a modicum of lucidity.
"I don't need to know who they are, if just the sight of them hurts you and makes you nervous, that's enough to slit their throats with my own hands." He argues this time in a colder, calmer tone, so much so that it makes you shiver, though I don't know if it's because of the thrill of terror at seeing that calm murderous will in his eyes, or the excitement of having someone ready to defend you so blatantly in front of everyone, to kill in your name, no matter how terrible death is.
Too engrossed in your conversation, you do not realize that your aunt had approached you and grabbed your wrist, uncovering an old scar that she had left you many years before.
Frightened you immediately retracted your wrist, crushing it against your chest, as if to hide something that unfortunately everyone had already seen.
"I knew it, I knew it, that even after all these years you would come back to finish what you started! You filthy whore! You killed my beloved husband! And your sisters, who were like daughters to me! You, you are cursed! You slut, you are nothing but scum! And now you have come to kill us too! Help! Help me!" She began shouting out of nowhere, flailing and seeking the attention of everyone in the village, but you were petrified.
How dare that witch blame you for the murder of your sisters! How could she know that they were dead! Had they found them? Had they desecrated their grave?
A blinding rage rose up through your body and there was no way to quell it. You took your sword from your side and pointed it at his neck, while the flames of hell snaked in your eyes. Nyx, by your side, had not moved an inch and neither had the elderly gentleman, knowing better that now was not the time to interfere, although doubt was painted on the handsome face of your young friend.
"Don't you dare sully their name with your poisonous mouth, you witch! If anyone has to pay for what he has done it is you, the other hag behind you and your husband, who, however, has already had to taste my blade." You say in a cold, detached tone, as if a demon had taken possession of your spirit, before letting loose in a deep, icy laugh. "I am not afraid to soil my hands with blood again, in fact I am looking forward to the pleasant sensation of my sword penetrating your throat."
"You will end up in hell for what she did, you know that right? Mother will leave you no escape." Speak this time your grandmother, who until now had been silent, but from her expression you could read a kind of resignation to what was about to happen, as if she expected that sooner or later, like an avenging angel, you would return to bring justice to earth.
"Save me a seat then, see you down there." You answer, before slitting her throat with a gesture so lightning fast that even Nyx did not expect it. She could not mask her astonishment for the first few moments, only to return to the cold mask of the prince of darkness, which you had come to appreciate with time. You had decided to kill her first, to drive her daughter, who at the moment was screaming like a little girl who finally sees the monster hiding every night under her bed, a little more crazy.
Red blood flowed out of the elderly woman's throat, soiling her dress and a little of yours as her hexamenous body fell to the ground.
However, the elderly gentleman, who was shocked by your such a violent act, said nothing and continued to look at your aunt who was now in despair tearing her hair out as she begged for someone's help from her monstrous niece.
Thus came, hearing the screams, a man whom you recognized as an old friend of your uncle's who, seeing the body of your grandmother examined and you still holding the bloody sword, ran toward you. Once he got closer, he took a better look at the scene and squared you up.
"You are the little one who killed my friend, aren't you?" He left you no time to answer that with a hidden sword, he wounded your face with the intention of frightening you and making you fall to the ground, as it happened, so that once in the mud, it would be much easier to put the sword to your throat and look into your eyes as you took your last breath.
But something you did not expect happened; he passed the sword into your aunt's hand, while the man held Nyx down, who, with the strength of a wild animal hunted by a hunter, was flailing restlessly, looking for a way to help you.
"And so ends the story of our little rebel, doesn't it? You thought you were so much smarter than us, so much better, but all you did was make my job easier. I've been waiting for years for that old woman to croak, and before that I've been waiting for that pig of a husband I got to do it, if I'm honest you did me a favor, and for that I think I'll thank you by sending you to your mommy and little sisters, what do you say?" Says your aunt in a mocking tone, as you feel the sword blade enter, slowly, more and more into your throat. You would have died there, of that you are certain. "Ah wait, you won't go to them. You've been a bad child, and as such you will burn among the worst demons, because that's what you are after all: a monster."
You do not have time to process what is happening, that the man holding Nyx hostage falls, under a mortal blow inflicted by the elderly village chief, thus freeing the young prince who, with a small knife that he always keeps hidden in his jacket sleeve, strikes your aunt in the arm so that she can no longer hold the sword, which she lets fall on your neck, scratching it slightly.
You with a quick gesture, grab the handle of the sword and move it so that your aunt crouching and bending over herself in pain, meets your weapon and kills herself, piercing her stomach with it.
"I am what you taught me to be." You say, before you could almost see his soul expire from his lips, but instead probably what you saw was a trickle of blood that came out of his mouth and, like a signature, had settled on your clothes.
You stay still for a few seconds, breathing noisily through your mouth, as if you had just finished a marathon, before the terrible fear that had triggered you inside this murderous rage comes back, and the panic rises from your belly to your brain, passing through your heart, before driving you mad.
Without warning you get up, and start running at a breakneck pace, your muscles burning and your eyes watering from the wind, to the only place where those fears could end. Your feet, without even thinking about it, carry you to the clearing where thick lavender plants cover everything. You stop to observe that wonderful sight, which hides within itself, however, a terrible secret and a sad truth. You do not realize that Nyx has followed you until he speaks, in a whisper, as if already that same place has also conveyed to him the same sacredness that it had conveyed to you years before.
"Are you okay?" He asks you, already knowing for himself how stupid that question was. A thought paints itself clear inside the young man: he should have taken you away from the very beginning, when you had been sick in the woods at the mere thought of remembering that little village.
You do not answer him, but advance through the flowers, like an automaton, until you reach the place where you know you will find two small stones, under a willow tree, with your sisters' names engraved on them.
Once you get to the place, you squat down and move the lavender to reveal those two boulders, so imprinted in your memory, that often at night they appeared as clear to you as if you were holding them.
Taken by a fit of rage, you began to uproot the various plants, so as to clear their grave, without even whom to be angry against: With you, for leaving that place for so long, almost letting the memory of your sisters be forgotten in this forest; with Mother, for snatching your sisters away from you so soon or for taking them in your place; with your aunt and uncle, for somehow killing them, making them suffer and forgetting them; or with your parents, for leaving you, even though you know perfectly well that the latter is the most irrational of all. Nyx, who had again silently followed you, also begins to pluck flowers. Once finished, you pause to look at your handiwork, but you cannot stop yourself from falling to your knees on the ground, then bursting into tears.
Nyx in the blink of an eye is beside you, but he dares not touch you, knowing that you need to vent right now.
He lets you cry for several minutes, with endless sobs, until you have no more tears to cry.
"Lucifer, do you want me to call my father? He'll take us right back home, and I'll also tell him never to let you come here again-" Nyx says then all of a sudden, all in one breath, as he looks at you with frightened eyes, before being interrupted by you.
"Why do you always call me Lucifer?" You ask in a low, rough voice, but loud enough to stop the boy, who stops and looks at you confused.
"What?"
"Why do you always call me Lucifer? Do you really think I'm as bad as the devil in the stories that go around these mountains. A three-faced monster at the head of Hell, ready to punish damn and offend the righteous? Do you really hate me that much?" You ask, showing him a side you had never before shown him, the other part of you besides the fierce and unscrupulous fighter: the weak and delicate part, which for years you had hidden in a stone prison you had built around your heart.
"Absolutely not." He replies confidently as he looks at you. You still keep your face turned toward the ground, so he takes your chin with one hand and brings your eyes up to his. "You don't know the real story of Lucifer?" He asks you, continuing to speak. You shake your head as you lose yourself in his lavender eyes, the same one that surrounds you.
"Lucifer, whose name was not yet so called, was the most beautiful angel in heaven, who decided not to bend to the will of Fate, and so because of his fighting and noble spirit he was cast down to earth, taking away his grace, but this certainly had not made him any less beautiful. The princess of the Court of Night found him when he fell, at the break of dawn, and because of his ethereal beauty she named him Lucifer, or Morning Star. The girl took him in, caring for him and giving him a life in her court, not realizing that he was slowly falling in love until he had totally won her heart." Nyx narrates, while you are silent. "Nowadays we have forgotten this story, and we associate the name of Lucifer with an ancient superstition of a barbarian people, but I like to remember instead that of a fallen angel and a simple human in love, because-" Nyx, pauses for a moment, as if weighing the words he wants to use, then continues. "Because it reminds me of how I feel about you. You never told us why you came to our family, but right from the start the first thing I thought upon seeing you was that you were the reincarnation of that angel: fallen and aching, proud and damned at the same time. You, who had always brightened my days, made me fall in love with you little by little, until I realized that there was an even deeper bond between us." He finishes, touching your left cheek with his right hand, as you feel something burst in your chest, only to see a golden thread come out of your heart to connect with his.
You stand open-mouthed at that sight as you feel more tears coming to your eyes.
"I can't believe it." You say, trying to process all the emotions you were feeling. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you. You don't know what I've done, so many horrible things." You continue, as he nods his head.
"Don't talk nonsense, you deserve this and much more. Take all the time you want, I'll be here waiting for you." He says, and for the first time in that day, a sincere smile breaks out on your face as you can already imagine the life that awaits you by his side.
