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ould have a story where Tulip and Jesse confort Cassidy after breaking up with Eccarius (aka killed his abusive and serial killer boyfriend ). If you want to put there some unholy trinity, it cool but I can also only be friendship.
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Prompt: the Preacherkinkmeme’s prompt “Cassidy gets tortured and Jesse needs to let the guy feed on him to recover.”
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Things were dead silent in this part of Texas. Nothing but desert and a dusty road—which hadn’t seen another car in hours, if not days. It made the crying in the backseat quite loud, sort of ricocheting off the torn seats and seeping out the bullet holes in their roof. Jesse swallowed around the sound. Anyone passing might have thought they were hearing a ghost on this old, deserted stretch.
For all that though, Cass still cried like a human.
“Easy, easy,” Jesse murmured. He wasn’t much for comfort. Not unless you needed a free drink and an awkward pat on the back. This though… this was different. More. Cass was curled into a ball with his face pressed hard between his knees, the shiny surface of his back glinting in the twilight; raw strips of flesh casting shadows. It was bad. Holy fuck it was bad, yet Jesse couldn’t help but think that Cass had suffered worse, hadn’t he? What was a flaying to burning yourself alive just to prove a point?
Yeah. This was why he sucked at comfort.
Cass was shaking. No, he was rocking. With a curse Jesse realized that Tulip just wasn’t getting back in time. Funny thing about escape plans: no one ever thought about the gas, and there was no one in this empty hell hole for Jesse to command. Tulip had slipped off her heels and hoofed it straight ahead over ten minutes ago, shouting promises over her shoulder that she’d come back with gas and supplies and anything else that might need. It was a shaky promise, but it calmed Jesse a little. He pictured the gravel outside, Tulip’s bare feet, and he wondered just how torn up they’d be by the time she got back. They’d probably look a lot like Cass’ back.
“Alright,” Jesse said, mostly to himself. “Get your shit together, Custer. Alright.”
If Cass heard him he gave no indication. His cries, far from tapering off, seemed to be growing in intensity. Jesse watched as dirtied fingers dug hard into Cass’ jeans, knuckle-white from distress or outright pain. The hiccupping sobs were wet due to emotion or blood. Jesse just couldn’t tell anymore. He ran hands through his hair, gripping the strands, and forced himself to look at Cass because he wasn’t some fucking coward. No. Not with this. Because sure, men weren’t supposed to cry, or if they did they did it alone. They did it soft. And somehow the vamparism just made it worse because what guy tore men’s throats out and then sobbed like this, open and endless like a child? It felt wrong. It looked worse. But Jesse wouldn’t turn away. It…
It was Cass.
His own hands were shaking as he clamored forward to the front of the car, snatching Tulip’s almost-empty slushy cup from three days back. Before the kidnapping and everything went to hell. Jesse cranked down the manual window and tossed the remnants out into the dirt, nose curling at the smell and dead flies. That done, he fished in his back pocket for his swiss army knife.
Here Jesse paused. He didn’t want to slice into his hand—he might need it later, in case those bastards caught up with them. Carving a chunk of his arm didn’t seem particularly useful either. With a curse Jesse pulled up his jeans and cut a thin slice along his calf, muttering about how the movies always made this look so damn easy. Gravity helped though and the pain meant shit all to him. Within a minute Jesse had a couple inches of blood pooled into the slushy cup. He tugged his jeans back down without bothering to bind the wound.
“Here,” he said. Fuck. Was that his voice shaking? Jesse ground his teeth and slid a little closer. He went to drape his arm around Cass’ shoulders and then realized what a fucking colossally bad idea that would be. Jesus. What was wrong with him?
You’re panicking, a little voice whispered and Jesse wanted to scream with laughter. He hadn’t panicked through any of the shit he’d been dealt over the years. He hadn’t even panicked when Tulip said, “My baby.”
Maybe that was because, throughout it all, Tulip had never cried.
Jesse pushed the cup against Cass’ knees, right between his shaking hands. “Drink,” he said, insistent. “C'mon, Cass. Haven’t you ever had Blue Raspberry Blood before?”
It didn’t get him a weak chuckle like Jesse had hoped. If anything the sob that sounded right after his joke was more heart rending than all the others, so much so that Jesse nearly dropped the precious blood as his whole body went nerveless.
Fuck it, he thought.
His daddy had never taught him this, and Cass wasn’t Tulip, but for all that there was hardly any hesitation as Jesse closed the distance between them, pressing a hand into the back of Cass’ neck since he couldn’t touch any lower. He felt the exact moment Cass felt him: the way his entire body tightened and then loosened like Jello. Tenderly, Jesse dragged his hand up into Cass’ hair, petting him.
“Drink,” he said again.
He’d thought about his child. How it would be to cradle and rock them, care in an abstract, all-encompassing way. Jesse felt like he had an infant under his hand now as Cass stirred—fragile and miraculous. Cass raised his head and Jesse helped him down the blood he’d collected. Steading the cup wasn’t necessary, though in another sense it absolutely was.
Cass was still crying lightly. Tiny, jittering breaths that made swallowing difficult. Jesse didn’t realize why until Cass finished and leaned his face into Jesse’s palm, shutting his eyes.
“I thought they had you,” he whispered, broken. “I thought they were doing this to you.”
I think if u have time u can do something about omorashi with Jesse or Cassidy, one with one of theae two really have to pee, on a road trip, or in the church, and just try to hide but finally made it (not wetting themselves) pleasee
Preacher Kink Meme turned 1 today!
Apologies for the messiness of the previous post! I didn’t look at the blog title in my inbox - assumed it was an ask for my personal blog - and flailed a bunch about Fiore/Cass. That is not the place for my ramblings lol.
It has been fixed~
After episode 2? Cassidy/Fiore. I just need those two having drugged up sex.
Evansville Press, Indiana, September 26, 1913
“Buddy, we are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I specialize in botany in unfavorable terrain and I just saw you make a sword out of PVC pipe and string; we’re definitely teaming up” AU
- (@the-average-procrastinator)
colored sketch commission of Jesse, Tulip and Cass I finished last night!!
Did anyone say idiotic fluff prompts?
‘I heard a high pitched whine and ran in to see you crying over a picture of a kitten and a puppy hugging yes i know that is cute but are you okay’ alternatively: ‘I started whining with you’
‘Hey I noticed you were down so here’s a box of kittens don’t ask me where i got them but we gotta return them before sunrise no it wasn’t illegal shhh h’
'Yes I killed this man but he was a bad owner and now his animal is mine and perfectly happy so I don’t see the problem’
'Are you reenacting Bet In It from High School Musical as a way of making this decision?’
'You’ve been wearing gym clothes all day but haven’t moved at all what do you mean its a 'mindset’ no you need to actually move’
'Can you take this seriously what no i don’t care if there’s a dog this is a crime scene’
'It was a normal day until you rolled in blasting the 'maria hee maria ha’ song and I’m so done’
‘If you don’t stop singing ‘Poker Face’ I will make sure you will have no flippin face’
‘Person C playing ‘Pony’ every time Person A and B have a moment of sexual tension’
‘Is that an alligator?!’ ‘Hey, show some manners, his name is Lieutenant Fred!’
‘I made a blanket fort and you can’t come in unless you admit I’m the best and my moves are the funkiest’
‘I know how to settle this; DANCE OFF’
‘Will you stop stroking my hair and whispering ‘my precious’?!”
‘What’s your favorite book?’ ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’ ‘Okay, another question, are you trying to make me shoot you?’ ‘Yes.’
‘Did you seriously learn the book word-by-word and do all possible research just to be able to sass your teacher when he thinks you don’t know anything?’
‘I stole your seat and in retaliation you sat on me’
‘You know, you’re not supposed to EAT THEM ALL AT ONCE, YOU COULD DIE’ ‘Your skin is like a pillow, are you an angel?’ ‘Great, now you’re high’
‘How many coffee’s did you have???’ ‘At least eleven’
‘Help me find my shirt’ ‘You know, as much as I want to…I don’t want to.’
‘Would you stop chatting with the fricking enemy’
‘Are you eating a whole jar of Nutella in one sitting?!’ ‘I have problems leave me be’
‘Why am I the only sober one at this party and you’re completely wasted and clumsily flirting with me god at least you won’t remember my blushing’
‘You can’t just use ‘I have problems’’ as an excuse for everything!’
‘Did you just bake 20 fricking breads?’ ‘No…. I named them too, this is Breadly, Demi Loafato, Attila the Bun…’
THE UNHOLY TRINITY
Domestic OTP story starters:
1. "It's a pillow fort made out of blankets."
2. "Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?"
3. "Cough into your elbow like a civilized human being."
4. *sleepy snuggles when neither one wants to get out of bed in the morning*
5. "It's not burnt. It's slightly toasted."
6. "Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray."
7. "Your dad doesn't like me, and he owns guns..."
8. "Get over yourself. It's connect-four."
9. "What do you mean you cut yourself doing dishes? You never do the dishes?"
10. "I don't care if I'm allergic, I bought him and we're keeping him."
11. "Frozen pizza...why don't you just give me dog food?"
12. "FIX THE INTERNET BEFORE I SMASH THIS COMPUTER"
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Height Difference Prompts
- “We met because you tripped over me (because I’m tiny of course) and now you’re trying to propose to me but while looking for me you tripped… over my entire body.”
- “You always try to sneakily kiss me because I can’t get you back but little did you know I’ve been working out just so I can climb you like a tree to do the same.”
- “You somehow forget that I’m tiny and just face-planted into the floor because you tried to lean on me. I know it probably hurts but this is too funny.”
- “I just watched you stack 3 chairs on top of each other to reach the top shelf because I accidentally put something up there. And… now I had to catch you because that was a stupid idea.”
- “I went out and bought super tall high heels so I could finally be your height only I don’t know how to walk in these.”
- “We went to school together but haven’t seen each other in a long time and wow have you gotten tall.”
- “I don’t know who you are but I need you to lift me up so I can grab that thing off the top shelf. I know it’s awkward that we’re strangers and your hand is close to my butt, it’s fine (mainly because you’re cute).”
- “You started messing with me by putting stuff on the top shelf so now I’m getting back by hiding everything in the bottom drawers/cupboards.”
- “Everybody thinks that you’re dating a minor because I’m as tall as a short 13 year old and you’re… I don’t know, super tall.”
- “We don’t own a ladder but we really need to fix stuff around the house so now I’m using you as a ladder.”
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, October 4, 1909
Night AUs
- You talk in your sleep and you pretty much just described to me, in extremely graphic detail, how you would kill someone and now I’m too scared to fall asleep
- (On the flip side) you made a lot of sexual noises while you slept, what (or who) were you dreaming about??
- Okay I get that ocean noises help people go to sleep but you’ve literally been playing whale mating calls at full volume for the past hour and if you don’t stop soon I’m gonna come over and smack you
- We both planned to stay up all night but you ended up falling asleep and you just woke up to me standing next to you with a bowl of warm water in my hands-I can explain
- We were both going to pull an all nighter to study for an exam tomorrow but now it’s 6 am and we just finished an entire tv series and I can’t believe you let this happen
- it’s 4 am and we’re both running solely on Red Bull and coffee at this point and we just had the most in depth discussion about eggs I swear to god
