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For the first time in his existence, he found himself lost in a natural beauty, without hold on himself. He stared, lost, into deep green eyes, shining with defiance and a trembling hope. Somehow, hope.
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All other nights are black, all other hours are cold by jamjarjane
Fandoms: Supernatural
08 Apr 2021
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He didn’t realize that repressing the urge to touch Cas for all these years would lead to the predicament he suddenly found himself in. In pretty much every interaction he’s had with women or men, he's felt completely comfortable and willing to initiate. He works with his hands, he’s good with them, it’s how he knows to communicate. The words are always where the struggle is.
Or it was until now. Now it’s both and Dean doesn’t know where to start.
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Dean is touch starved and doesn't know how to initiate. Featuring Indiana Jones, Dean cooking vegetables, and poetry.
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When Dean agrees to meet with an anonymous stranger from a hookup app, the last thing he’s expecting is for his low impulse control to bring him face-to-face with the NHL player he has been crushing on for the last year.
It’s almost as unlikely as the potential for it to turn into anything more than a one-night stand.
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09 May 2026
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here’s the thing: sex with cas is great. fantastic, even. twelve years of pent-up yearning from both parties involved makes for a hell of a broken levee, and fuck everyone in the floodplain because dean is getting it, goddamnit, and he’s getting everything he dares to ask for and then some.
now, however, he can’t help and side-eye cas a little and wonder if maybe they’ve been missing out on something.
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- Part 1 of on the metaphysical level
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29 Apr 2026
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“You didn’t tell me your agent’s name was Dick,” Eddie says, halfway to a laugh.
Buck tries to force a smile onto his face, but it won’t come. “Yeah, he didn’t mention that before. Apparently, that was info he only wanted to share with you.”
“Oh, weird,” Eddie says, like it’s not worth thinking about. “Still funny, though.”
“Hilarious,” Buck says as he pulls into the street and Eddie types in the next address.
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The problem isn't that Buck's real estate agent is into Eddie or that Eddie seems to like it; it's a matter of professionalism.
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15 Dec 2025
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“Buck—” Eddie choked out, a strangle of breath high in the back of his throat. “Can I…”
He trailed off. Let go of Buck’s wrist to drag his fingertips up over Buck’s stomach, over the ridge of his sternum, between his pecs, then laid his palm flat there—rubbing.
“Can you…?” Buck echoed, urging him to continue.
“Fuck you.” Eddie spit, flush high on his cheeks, embarrassed. “Here.”
Buck’s face flickered, not confusion but surprise, a split second and then a slow, washed-out smile. “You want to—” he gestured at his own body, “—right here, on my chest?” The note in his voice was soft, stunned, like the question itself was precious.
Eddie nodded, words stuck in his throat, but he didn’t look away. Not this time. He watched Buck’s eyes dilate; watched him draw a ragged breath.
“Fuck, Eddie, yes,” Buck said, almost a moan. He laid back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, chest arched out, a blush crawling high up his neck. “You want me to just—” He circled a big hand over his pec, rubbing at the skin, then looked up for confirmation.
Or; Eddie fucks Buck's tits.
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14 Dec 2025
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“Okay,” he says. “Take off your clothes.”
Eddie’s shivering actually does cease for a moment, body going rigid with shock. He leans away from Buck’s embrace, as far as the sleeping bag will allow, so he can look him in the eye.
“What?”
Buck holds his ground. “Take off your clothes.”
Eddie fishmouths at him in surprise, effect ruined a little by the shivering starting up again.
“C’mon, you and I both know the best way to warm up is skin-to-skin contact,” Buck says, using the slight space between them to tug off his t-shirt. He reaches down into the sleeping bag, wriggling out of his sweats before wadding them up and tossing them to a corner of the tent.
or, eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors
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28 Nov 2025