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littlefic · 1 year

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Hiii. I was wondering if you could do bedtime routine with daddy Bucky. I hope you’ll have a good day c:

BED TIME

Ugh so annoyed right now i had written loads when my phoned died and it didn’t save any of it

Hope you guys enjoy it , i have been in active for a while sorry

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

“Bye bye sweetie” steve said kissing your forehead

“Bye buck” steve said patting buckys back

“Bye steve , what do u say baby” bucky said smiling at you

“Bye bye” you waved

Bucky clicked level 12 on the elevator and walked in with you on his hip

“ did you have fun baby”

“ yeh had so much fun daddy ” you cooed. The elevator doors opened and bucky stepped out into the hall

“You ready for bed baby” he asked rubbing your back

“No, no bed” you whined

“Ahh ahh ahh , you know how daddy feels about whining” Bucky said sternly

Bucky started walking to the bathroom , you pouted and placed your head on his chest , Bucky just ignored your pouting and continued the walk to the bathroom.

Once yous had reached the bathroom Bucky placed you down on the toilet seat. He turned around to the bath and started running your bath with bubbles and your favourite [ ]

once the the bubbles had been added Bucky turned back to you and bent down placing his hands on your knees

“ right lets get you all stripped”

You whined shaking your head

“ now , you have been a good girl all day don't start now” Bucky said unbuttoning your cardigan , he untied your shoes and slipped them of as well as your little sockies

He lifted you and stood you up on the floor to pull down your trousers to your knees. He placed you back on the toilet seat slipping your trousers the rest of the way off . once your trousers were discarded on the floor he then un-did the buttons on the vest at your crotch.

“Right arms up” Bucky smiled

You raised your arms allowing Bucky to pull the vest over your head. Once he had it over your head he tickled your arm pits causing you to giggle and slam your arms down.

“What a cutie” Bucky said making you blush

Bucky smirked and laid you down on the bath mat and untaped your diaper sliding it off and putting in the bin in the bathroom

Bucky lifted you up and into the tub

“Mmmh” you hummed

“See you like it once your in” bucky laughed tipping you back slowly to start washing your hair , he gives the best head massages

“Ahh you love that don’t you”

“Yeh” you smiled brightly

He tipped you back up and stared washing your body while you played with your [ ] , him laughing when you giggled when he was washed your tickle spots

“And all done” he said placing down the wash cloth and slipping his hand under your pits to lifting you out the bath and onto the bath mat

He grabbed your towel and rapped it around you

" A rub a dub dub" Bucky sing songed while drying you , he lifted you up and walked to the bedroom

He placed you onto the changing table and opened your towel . He grabbed a diaper , powder and wipes from the drawers below.

He wiped you and powdered you first before opening the diaper. He lifted your legs up with his hands and slipped the diaper below your bum. He laid your legs back down and tapped up the diaper

“Such a good baby” he said kissing your belly

He lifted you up and sat you down in his lap. He grabbed a hair brush and started brushing your hair

You whined when he hit a harsh tug

“Shh shh daddy sorry” he said kissing your forehead

once he had got the last knot out he turned you around to face him and gave you a proud smile

“ what a good little one” he smiled

Picking up a onesie , he dressed you in it

“Ahh their she is all clean again”

You just babble backs slipping more

“Right lets go get your baba” Bucky said bouncing you

Bucky grabbed a pre made bottle and placed it in the microwave to heat it up

Once it beeped he grabbed it and walked over to the rocking chair shaking it. He sat down with you and tested the milk on his arm to make sure it wasn't too warm. He tilted you back to rest in the crook of his elbow and placed a burp cloth under your chin in case of any spillages

Bucky rubbed the bottles nib on your lips causing you to open your mouth for the delicious baba

“That good” bucky cooed

“Mhhmh” you babbled around the nip

Bucky wiped the milk that has starting forming at the side of your mouth with your burp cloth and continued to rock you until you had finished your baba

He lifted you up onto his shoulder shushing your tired whimpers and started patting your back gently but firmly enough to bring your gas up

“ oh , what a good girl” bucky praised. Reaching over Bucky took your pacy of the side table and slipped it into your mouth

Which you happily sucked on

Bucky stood up with your head still over his shoulder and started walking to the bedroom bouncing you and patting your bum the whole way

By the time yous had reached the room you were out for the count

Bucky leaned down an placed you gently into your crib and pulled your blankie over you. He kissed you on the head and rubbed your tummy

He switched the night light on on your crib on and leaned back up smiling down admiring you , soon shortly going to bed himself

#little!reader #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!bucky #bucky barnes #avengers #little space #age reggression #agere blog #little space blog #sebastian stan #sebastian #chris evans

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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Dark Sacrifice

Dark!Seb x Dark!MC - violence, Dark themes. The game never clarified what Seb sacrificed for that relic, so this is my MC and Seb at the beginning of their Dark paths.

💚☠️💚

Sebastian paced between the columns of the Undercroft, his hands raking through his mop of hair. MC sighed and closed Slytherin's spellbook with a thud. "There doesn't appear to be any other way, the aritfact requires a dark sacrifice," she said grimly. "Shit, Ominis is going to be furious."

"Which is why we aren't going to tell him," Sebastian said, coming to a stop before her. "We keep it to ourselves."

"Isn't that worse? I don't like deceiving him."

"I don't like it either, but I have to do this," he said. His face was set with grim determination. "If you prefer, I won't tell you any details, less for you to keep quiet about that way."

MC took a step towards him. "If you think you're doing this alone, then you are in for a big surprise," she said, folding her arms. "Besides, I have an idea."

He stared at her. "You do?"

A wicked grin flashed on her lips and Sebastian felt the familiar, delicious tug in his loins at the sight. One of these days he was going to have to do something about the way she made him feel. Her beauty reached entirely new levels when that dangerous spark lit her eyes and he couldn't imagine ever being tired of it. He could never say no to that look.

That is how he found himself sneaking out of the castle after dark, which was nothing new to be fair, but tonight they had a sinister purpose. MC had dressed for the occasion in dark clothing suitable for duelling, her trousers tight, his gaze wandered over the slope of her thighs, the curve of her hips. He couldn't afford the distraction tonight, but damn, his fingers ached to explore.

She led him to a rise that dropped off in a sheer cliff. A brisk breeze cut across the open space tugging at their hair and jackets, the shadowed clouds playing peek a boo with a half moon. They paused, crouching low, and MC pointed down over the edge. Sebastian peered down to see a camp, poacher tents surrounding a fire and cloaked figures like shifting shadows about their business. He lifted a curious brow at MC. "So, what's the plan?"

Her head tilted to the side, her lips twisting into a devilish smirk. "I thought we could have our fun with them, blast a few spells like we do, but save one of them." She licked her lips. "The last man standing we bind and take to the catacombs."

Sebastian stared. "You're evil, you know that, right?"

"You wouldn't have it any other way," she said. She reached out to take hold of his hand. He squeezed her fingers in his. "Ready?"

His grin said it all.

Surrounded by the remains of his fellow poaching buddies, the last man wasn't actually standing. He was shuffling backwards on his hands and feet, a jumble of babbling pleas falling from his lips. His wide eyes took in MC as she walked slowly towards him, her high boots crunching on the loose gravel with deliberate cat-like steps. Her wand was aimed at his face and there was not a scrap of mercy on her face. His gaze jumped from her to the boy, the one who seemed to enjoy playing with fire. They looked so young, babies still, but something cold and slippery slid down his spine. He had just watched them tear this camp apart, the scent of charred flesh and ash thick in the air.

He fixed his gaze on the girl, she was a beauty no doubt, she would break hearts this one - he could see it in her eyes. "Please..." The word fell from his lips. She smiled and he froze as she bent to press the tip of her wand to his forehead. The touch of it made him flinch.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. "We've got a special job for you."

He sagged in relief, the breath whooshing from him in a shaky sigh. Then a dark chuckle came from the boy as he came up beside her, the fire flames reflecting in both their eyes.

"Don't be fooled by her," the boy said. He gave the girl a look that could only be described as devotion. "She bites, hard."

The catacombs, now cleared of spiders and lit with fire torches, set the scene for this darkest of sacrifices. Sebastian set the relic on a stone slab table while MC levitated the bound poacher into position. His eyes were spinning wildly in their sockets as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Are you ready?" MC asked. She came up to Sebastian, her hand smoothing over his shoulder. He turned and nodded before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Then I will leave you to it."

"MC," he said, catching her hand as she turned to leave. She looked back at him. "Thank you."

"You owe me one, Sallow," she replied. She gave him a wink before their hands slid apart.

The poacher made a muffled sound against his bindings and MC paused, bending down to look at him. "I said I wouldn't hurt you," she soothed. But then a sly smirk appeared. "Him, on the other hand..."

The poacher's gaze slid to Sebastian, understanding settling in. He began to buck against his bindings, but MC just stood and made her way out of the catacombs, leaving the poacher to his fate. As she approached the entrance, the starry night sky visible through the wisps of cloud, she heard the first of the screams.

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Note: Thank you for reading, and a huge thank you to all those who have liked, reblogged, followed and left comments. I decided to make the brave step to post my ideas, never imagining I would get much notice. It means the absolute world! 💜 xx

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #mc x sebastian sallow #dark sebastian sallow #dark mc x dark sebastian

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satancopilotsmytardis · 9 months

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Your writing is so amazing and these prompts have been no exception. Thank you so much for sharing your talent!

That said, what about 5. Biting/Marking with ShigaDabiHawks?

Prompt: Biting/Marking

Pairing: Shigadabihawks

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, Biting/Marking, Anal Sex, Possessiveness, light Temperature Play

Dabi, they learn quickly, is just as mouthy in bed as he is out of it. He had the pleasure of learning that first, before their hero came along and got all tangled up in them. Enjoys getting the arsonist all worked up and enjoys hearing him babbling and begging when he gets close to the edge, enjoys how he can't stop himself from goading at him because that means he gets to punish him too. But Dabi doesn't just run his mouth. Loves to go down on them, nearly melts whenever he gets to, and is perfectly happy to stay on his knees until his staples bleed or the seam through his bottom lip re-splits. Not complaining about that either, his mouth is wicked and so hot with his quirk that it puts he and Hawks a little out of their minds. But he also can't keep his teeth away from their skin when they're fucking. Has to have something in his mouth or he'll find it himself. Bites bruises over their skin wherever he can reach. Would call him a vampire but he never breaks skin, just leaves marks all over them in his feral desperation when there's skin close enough to bite and suck at. Really wouldn't be complaining about that except--

"I had a photoshoot!" Hawks, flushed bright red and gesturing wildly. Dabi is lounging across the bed, looking amused. Amused himself as he reads the article that Hawks had pulled up on his phone. The actual photos from the shoot had been doctored but apparently someone had gone and leaked the unedited ones and the behind the scenes ones from the makeup artist who had tried to cover the myriad of bruises that Dabi had littered Hawks' chest and neck with. Tomura would bet the PLF that he has more on his thighs too. Can't say that the pictures of Hawks with his wings wide, shirtless, and eyes half-lidded and goading for the, he checks, fragrance ad, yeah that tracks, isn't appealing. More appealing with Dabi's marks on his skin. But the photos are causing an actual scandal. Everyone wants to know who the hero is sleeping with and while he would love to further shatter the public's perception of heroes by tearing the number two away from them, Hawks is much more useful where he's at.

"You weren't complaining at the time." Dabi sounds as amused as he feels.

Hawks chirps at him indignantly. "That's not the point! What is wrong with you? You're like a feral cat!"

"It is a lot at times, firefly," he remarks lightly. Doesn't really mind the marks himself. Though having the bruises peeking out from the collar of his suits and coats is definitely a little undignified.

Dabi looks a little betrayed but he keeps his gaze even on the pyro. "Fine, if you don't like it I'll stop."

Petty. Always petty. All three of them can be really but he doubts that Dabi will last for long after that declaration. Enjoys leaving his marks far too much to hold out.

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That was a month ago. Knew that their firefly was determined and knew that he could be stubborn if he wanted, but this is not a level that he expected. Is still more than happy to go to bed with either of them, still mouthy, still loves being on his knees. Absolutely will not bite at them anymore. Won't even nip at their lips when they're kissing which is starting to annoy him and is absolutely driving Hawks crazy.

Fine. Could order Dabi outright but there's not much fun in that. Instead starts to corner Hawks alone, works up their little bird and sucks his own bruises onto Hawks' skin. The hero doesn't complain, clearly desperate for Dabi's teeth again, and is more than happy to settle for his even though he's usually much more gentle with the hero in bed. Leaves a pretty ring of teeth on each of Hawks' thighs and just under his jaw. The places that Dabi normally loves to mark. Only a day or two before they're all back in bed together and Dabi sees them. Watches as his jaw clenches and he just peppers their pretty bird's skin with light kisses as the three of them start to build their pleasure together. Has Dabi on his back, legs spread wide so he can sink inside of his tight, overwhelming heat, as Hawks rides him, his chest to Hawks' back, wings spread wide and shivering as they match their pace. Smoke trickles out of Dabi's seams as they work him over together. One hand fisted lazily around Hawks' cock as he pets through his fluffy feathers. A slow fuck today, no urgency between their bodies as they move together. Shifts, nosing along the side of Hawks' neck and the hero coos softly, tilting to give him more room.

"Such pretty skin," he murmurs. Presses soft kisses along it, "Want another bruise, little bird? Another lovely mark to show the whole world who you belong to?" Meets Dabi's eyes over his shoulder and delights in how incensed Dabi's are. Hawks trills, grinding down a little harder on Dabi's cock, feels him tighten as their hero does it.

"Please," chirpy and thin, wings fluttering slightly, watching Dabi too.

"You two are the fucking worst." He bitches. Tomura thrusts in a little harder, hits his prostate roughly enough that he's arching, moaning with more smoke spilling from his seams as his hands tighten on Hawks' hips.

"Don't be jealous, firefly, not like anyone knew they were your marks in the first place." Shifts and starts to nip along the unmarred part of Hawks' neck. Little bites that only turn the skin pink and make Hawks let out soft breathy coos alongside his other sounds.

"Ah, please, Tomura, harder," Can see the smugness on their bird's expression out of the corner of his eye as they keep working Dabi over. Dabi intentionally creeps his temperature even higher, hot enough that it's just barely riding the edge of discomfort as he keeps moving inside of him. He retaliates by slowing, moving more shallowly, by shifting to the place where Hawks' neck and shoulder meet and sinking his teeth in. Doesn't break skin but the bite is hard enough that it has his wings flaring and going rigid against his chest, and Hawks letting out a loud desperate chirp. Must go tighter because Dabi certainly is, thrusting up sharply into his body. Gritting his teeth because he clearly wants to mark them up again, but his stubbornness is at war with his desire.

"Gorgeous, little bird. Another?'

Nods frantically and he shifts, moves his mouth back to the side of his neck, high enough that his collar won't cover it when he's in uniform, already put a bruise here on the other side, Dabi's favorite spot to--

He snarls, moving, the change in angle makes them all groan, but soon Dabi's sitting up enough, easy enough for him to help move his lovers and support their weight at the new angle, and Dabi sinks his teeth so hard into Hawks' throat that he does break skin. Hawks nearly screams, one hand moving furiously over his cock and the other curling tightly around the back of Dabi's neck as he keeps him in place, his thrusts and coos taking on a much more desperate tone. Has them all moving faster, thrusting harder. Drags his fingers along Hawks' spine, roughly through his feathers, earning him the sharp short chirps that he knows means he's close, close, close.

Doesn't know if it's Dabi or Hawks who cums first. Just knows that their little bird goes rigid with a loud coo and Dabi goes so hot and tight around him that he must have as well. Follows them almost immediately after, his own pleasure an intoxicating pull. Not protesting when Dabi finishes leaving a livid, bleeding bruise against Hawks' neck and shifts to capture his lips. Immediately sinks his teeth into his skin as well. Tastes blood on their tongues and doesn't stop, kisses him harder, until they're both breathless.

"If either of you ever complain about my teeth again I'm going to light you on fire," Dabi hisses against his lips, shifting to kiss and nip at Hawks' as well.

"There is something called moderation, firefly." He says mildly. But he doesn't really care. If any of them were built for moderation then they wouldn't have ended up here in the first place. Besides, he understands the compulsion to a degree. Keeps finding himself looking at red and blue collars online. Wonders if they would mind having his own mark of ownership around their necks.

Thanks so much for submitting! Still accepting prompts from this list!

#my writing #mha fanfiction #shigadabihawks #kink prompts #prompt response #writing prompt #also thank you! im glad youve been enjoying my writing!#got so lost in the upload i forgot to say something oop

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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hi skz pack <3 first of i wanna say ily and i'll literally die for all of you. you especially (y/n)!!! if any of these male boneheads hurt you, i'll throw hands (just kidding, maybe i'll pull on their ears a little and then pat their lil heads to say sorry). i have two questions (sfw and nsfw hehe) and it's for everyone so any of you can answer if you want!

first, are there any funny inside stories within the pack? i need my crumbs. i wanna know all the juicy gossip and potential blackmail. i personally think hyunjin and jisung are a chaos duo but i wouldn't... put it past any of you. *heart fingers*

second, and this is a lil spicy, but have any of you been dommed by y/n? i only ask because i'm a dom too and i am CONSTANTLY rooting for my girl y/n. does she dick any of u down??? does she top?? power bottom?? i need to KNOW. if she hasn't or you've never been, i implore you to let her. i know she has potential. BESTIE Y/N IF U CAN SEE THIS, GO CRAZY (consensually <3) !!! IM ENABLING YOU.

(jess sorry for the lack of asks, you know i love you. saw this ask thing though and jumped at the chance. i'll be back to my regular scheduled asks soon once college dies down T_T hope you're doing well!)

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"Oooh, both of these are really great questions." Your eyes light up as you excitedly sit straighter in your chair. "I think we're gonna answer them individually, since there's so much to each one." You glance around at your packmates. "Which do you guys wanna answer first?"

Eight pairs of eyes stare back at you silently, and you sigh.

"Really? Okay, fine."

"You're up, buttercup." Minho quips dryly, raising an eyebrow as he stares at you, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, first off-" You start seriously, motioning to the rest of the group. "I'm a complete switch, through and through. I think we all know this."

"However, there are definitely some key factors that affect which role I choose to portray during sex."

"This legitimately sounds like the start of my human behaviors lecture from last week." Jisung remarks with sarcasm, a smirk flickering across his lips. "Did you and Professor Nim collab?"

Seungmin elbows the other beta hard in the ribs, and he loses his breath with an audible oof. You shoot him a thankful look before you continue.

"The first factor, and definitely most important, is my partner's preference and comfort level."

Chan is nodding like he gets what you're saying, which is comforting, knowing that you're not just babbling like an idiot and making no sense.

Changbin offers you the hint of a smile as you push onward.

"It's not especially important to me what role I play, I don't have a strong preference usually, so if my partner is more comfortable with me domming, then that's what I'll do. If they'd rather I sub, and they take control, that's fine too."

Minho rolls his eyes good naturedly. "You're just a straight brat with me."

You point a finger in his direction sternly. "You don't count."

The other alpha smirks and shrugs. "It's fine. I'm not complaining."

"Anyway." You shoot him a glare and he gives you a little hand motion, as if to say go on. "Another factor that affects things is where everyone is at in their cycles. Typically, it's not the same for everyone, but pretty common, that when an alpha is in rut, they want to dom. Similarly, when an omega is in heat, they usually want to sub. It's biology's way of making things easier for everyone."

"I also tend to be a little more submissive when it comes to sexual interactions with the other alphas? It's not astoundingly evident, but my wolf's natural response when faced with another alpha-especially Chan-is to naturally be a little more submissive as a sign of respect I guess?"

You smirk now and dart a sidelong look at Chan, reaching out to curl your fingers around his thigh.

"Not to say I haven't dommed-a lot-with all of them. We absolutely do have sex toys, and I absolutely have used them, on everyone."

Chan sighs good naturedly and Minho snickers, Changbin grinning now.

"Gross." Jeongin rolls his eyes from where he's sitting in Felix's lap."

"Speaking of-" You point at the omega now, who glances back at you innocently, eyes wide. "-when it comes to the omegas, I usually tend to dom all the time. The baby and Felix especially. Hyunjin can go either way, sometimes he likes to switch it up and be in charge, but Lixie and Innie? They like to be coddled and taken care of."

"Pillow princesses." Jisung supplies without any guile, and Felix immediately nods.

"Hey, I like what I like."

"And we like you, princess." Changbin teases back, reaching out to pinch the omega's cheek affectionately between his fingers.

"Jisungie and Seungie." You think for a minute, considering, and then glance to the betas, who are not helpful in the least, giving you a shrug each. "Hmm. They tend to go either way. They're wild cards. Although Seungie prefers being in control usually, whereas Jisungie usually leans toward wanting to be told what to do."

"That's why Minho-hyung likes me so much." Jisung boasts, puffing his chest. "I'm a great listener."

"Bull shit." Minho immediately shoots back, and Jisung pouts.

"You're a terrible listener." You agree, and Jisung turns the full force of his wide eyed pout on you, making you laugh. "Everywhere except the bedroom."

Jisung shrugs, snuggling back beside Seungmin. "Whatever. I'll take it."

"When there's more than two people involved," You go on, considering for a moment. "That usually changes dynamics a bit, depending on who's wanting to do what. It's not as simple as just saying 'oh there's two alphas, so they'll obviously dom the omega or beta or whatever' because sometimes, one of us will dom the third party, and then the other doms the other alpha or vice versa. It really all comes back to, once again, comfort levels and preferences."

"Noona, if I came to you and hyung and asked to dom both of you, would you let me?" Jeongin pipes up, motioning between you and Chan with sudden eager excitement.

"Absolutely, Innie." Chan doesn't even hesitation, smiling fondly at the youngest, who is bouncing in his seat and making Felix wince.

"But you wouldn't." You grin. "Because we all know you'd rather be babied, especially by Channie and I."

Jeongin doesn't even consider pouting.

"Guilty."

"We're a pretty non-traditional pack to begin with," You add, glancing at Chan, who squeezes your fingers where they rest on his leg. "So being non-traditional in the bedroom isn't anything weird. Channie is head alpha, but he never asserts that over anyone unless they ask. He's more than happy to sub if that's what someone wants."

"Who would want that?" Jisung cries out, utterly scandalized. "Dom, primal, head alpha hyung is the hottest hyung. Period."

"Hear, hear." Hyunjin raises a fake glass into the air in a toast to Jisung's words, and it's probably the first time they've agreed on anything in days.

"I mean-" You shrug, biting back a smirk. "-I'm not saying I don't agree with you, but I have to admit, there's also something intrinsically pretty about Channie being the one beneath me and seeing just how much he can take before he's practically begging."

"Oh god." Chan groans beside you.

Across the room, Changbin audibly chokes.

Jisung looks utterly caught off guard as he gulps loudly. "I need to take a cold shower all of a sudden."

Minho grins and raises his own invisible glass to you in salute from the other couch.

"That's my girl."

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Friends?

James Fitzjames/Izzy Hands (Aromantic Asexual Izzy Hands)

Developing friendship, fluff, comfort, reassurance

Our Flag Means Death/AMC's The Terror crossover

A reworking of the "Are we brothers, Francis?" scene from Episode 8, Terror Camp Clear. If you type the quotation into YouTube, the full scene can be viewed.

Word count: 540

Fic link: Friends? - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

"You don't have to let your past define you."

Izzy swept his hand wide, indicating not only the beach but the whole fucking world.

"People reinvent themselves everyday to deal with their own issues."

Then Izzy planted a hand on his own chest, with James following the movement.

"I don't let my past define me because that is not who I am. I am myself first, and that is the way it should be."

The older man pointed at James's chest, right over his heart.

"That dictates who you are. Not your family who didn't give a shit enough to know you."

Izzy decided to be brave then. He closed the distance between them, that soft sand crunching underneath his boots. He put his hands on James's biceps, squeezing them and feeling their warmth.

"Find yourself again if you want, or don't. Just don't let it bring you down to their level."

James's arms tensed underneath Izzy's hands as the man breathed in and out slowly. He maintained eye contact with Izzy all the while, just breathing. On his last big breath out, the noise became a sigh that sounded like a damn of emotion had broken in the man. One that had been on the verge of breaking for a long time, but instead of creating a gushing waterfall instead became a steady, babbling brook. The look in James's gaze transformed before Izzy's eyes, from a kind of grief to something nearing shared kinship.

"You're right, Izzy. Of course you're right. You always are."

He offered Izzy a sideways sort of smile, bringing up his own hands to grab hold of what he could reach of Izzy's arms. Bridging the gap between them.

Izzy felt his own eyes widen of their own accord.

"I thank you for the gift of your insight."

Now James looked unsure, and it was an emotion that Izzy was beginning to want to wash away from his face forever.

"Are we friends, Izzy? Is that what this all means?"

Their journey to this point had been a tough one. Izzy had assumed James was some posh twat who would run away from the pirate life within a week. But he hadn't. James had stayed, learned and ingratiated himself into the crew with an alacrity that amazed Izzy. If he was being honest, Izzy wanted to think of James as his friend. Maybe in time even more than friends but…

"I'm not sure I know what that means. But I would like to try, if you would."

James positively beamed.

"It would be my pleasure, Iz."

Oh. Iz was new. Iz was interesting. Iz kind of liked it.

"Good."

Silence settled between them for a beat until Izzy realised he was still being held. He dropped his arms quickly but efficiently, feigning the need to tighten the draws on his sleeves.

"We should head back to the ship, find the others."

James nodded, quiet but calm. He offered Izzy a smile before beginning to walk back the way they had come, a definite spring in his step that wasn't there earlier. Adorable.

"Jem", Izzy mumbled to himself with a half sort of smile as he began to trek back and follow in the man's footsteps.

#izzy hands #izzy fucking hands #izzy hands era #izzy hands our flag means death #our flag means death #amc's the terror #the terror amc #james fitzjames #jamesfitzjamestime #aro ace izzy hands my beloved #fitzhands

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calypsomadden · 2 years

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Commission example

Hi, everyone! This is a commission I did about a year ago. My writing has changed a bit since then, but my commissions basically look like this. The commission covered multiple chapters which allowed me to flesh out my client's OC to their wishes. My favorite commission I've done!

WC: 1128

Warning: Geralt of Rivia

1272, Novigrad

Geralt walked up the small stairs leading to a mahogany door, quietly smiling at the flowery patterns on the edges. The tiny porch was adorned with two chairs, a table, and several different types of flowers blooming around the set. Typical.

He knocked on the door, twice, and waited. He noted where he stood, careful not to stand too close to the stairs. He heard soft footsteps walking towards the door, melodious humming following. Geralt prepared himself; opening his arms wide and planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"GERALT!"

Within a second, his face was engulfed by pastel pink hair as a body hit his chest with enormous force. He wrapped one arm around the woman and lifted her up so she wouldn't strain herself. He removed her hair from his face with his free hand, raising his eyebrows a the shortness of it. The wolf medallion around her neck met his own, causing both to tremble.

"We meet again," he greeted, chuckling quietly. She squeezed him one last time, briefly cutting off his airway. While lifting her in his arms, he walked into the house and closed the door behind them with his foot.

After giggling in his ear, she let him go. And there stood Euphemiya, chipper as ever. He looked over over, noticing how her face hadn't changed one bit. Though, her once long hair now reached her chin in open waves, colored pastel pink hair instead of the violet she wore the last time he saw her. She grinned so wide he thought she would break her face.

"Oh my gosh, how long has it been?" She squeezed his forearms. "Wait, four- No, three- No, four- Oh no! It's been six months! Did you find Yen? How's Vesemir? Is Lambert still angry with me?"

He led them to the kitchen of her happily decorated house (there was more pink and light blue in this house than anywhere in the world), while nodding along to her babbling.

"It's been seven months. I found Yen. Vesemir's fine, says you should come by Kaer Morhen sometime soon. Lambert was never angry with you," he calmly answered all of her questions, making himself at home in her kitchen. He poured some Kaedweni Stout for himself and another cup of apple juice for Euphemiya. "How've you been?" he asked as she stood up. "You still can't sit still for a second?"

She put her hands on her hips. "You've been asking that for ninety years,"

"You've never given me an answer,"

"And I won't satisfy you with one." Euphemiya promptly turned around and snapped her fingers, causing a bunch of knives to start cutting vegetables on the counter. She lifted up her other hand and Geralt watched as her palm emitted a soft blue light.

He sat back, looking around the cozy kitchen. Her entire house, including her kitchen, was full of plants. Her previous house was larger, so there weren't as many. Speaking of-

"Why'd you move?" he asked as she gathered her sketches from the table, setting them atop each other neatly.

She sighed. "I didn't particularly like having front row seats to mage executions,"

He frowned. "You know it's a matter of time before they find out you're one too... right?"

"Oh, that's not a problem. I never use magic,"

"So you don't remember putting your kitchen to work?" Geralt deadpanned.

She glanced behind her sheepishly. "Alright. But I'm only using it now because I wanna talk to you! And then I only use magic in the basement,"

"Just be careful." He warned. He changed the topic, sensing her discomfort. "I need lodgings for the night."

"Of course," she immediately replied. She skipped over to him, leaning down to be at his eye level. He warily looked into her mischievous brown eyes. "Your favorite blankie is in the closet."

He instantly turned away, taking a large sip of his drink. She giggled, hugging him from behind briefly before checking on her plants.

"I mention that shit to you once-"

"Aww, you know I'm just teasing you- D'you need me to cut your hair?" She cut herself off.

"No. And it's been twelve fucking years," he complained. She just giggled at him.

"Aw, don't look so flustered." She pouted playfully.

He stared at her as she watered her plants, humming a cheerful tune. She wore a familiar light blue dress and no shoes (a signature look for her). She glanced over her shoulder, sensing his stare. She smiled sweetly.

"By the way," she began, as if suddenly remembering something, "there's a contract on drowners by the Honeyfill Meadworks."

He shifted in the chair, clearing his throat. "I'm actually busy with something... And I need your help."

Euphemiya dried her hands, fully turning to look at him. "Of course, anything,"

"Ciri's back,"

Her eyes widened comically. "What?"

He nodded. "Wild Hunt's after her,"

"Oh no,"

"They want to use her because of the Elder gene she carries,"

"Oh no." She cupped her cheeks.

"So she's in extreme danger,"

"Oh gosh," Euphemiya said softly, worriedly tapping her thigh with her middle finger. "Wait, but what do you need my help for?"

"You know everyone and everything that happens in Novigrad," Geralt explained, like it was obvious. "I was hoping you'd seen her."

She looked up, thinking. "No... I don't think so... I think,"

"You think?"

"I did bump into a woman that looked an awful lot like Ciri and she did look at me and ran away, but I didn't really think much of it..."

Geralt groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Someone ran away from you, also known as the most likeable person in the Northern Realms, and that someone also happened to look a lot like Ciri, someone's who's afraid of endangering her friends because of the Wild Hunt..."

Realization fell over Euphemiya's face. "Oh... oh no."

At least she has the decency to look ashamed.

"Fuck," he cursed to himself.

"Geralt, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't think. I expected her to be gone longer, but I didn't think. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. I should've known," she babbled.

"It's fine," he sighed, thinking about his next step.

"No it's not. I understand if you want me to leave," she said, resigned.

He rolled his eyes. "This is your house. Stay." He nodded at the chair diagonal to his. She silently shuffled over and sat down, lacing her fingers in his lap. "What's done is done. But you can still help me."

"How?" she asked in a small voice.

"Help me track the leads here. It'll be quicker if I'm not on my own." He stared deeply into her wide brown eyes. "Deal?"

She nodded and grinned. "Deal."

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Babysitter [Raju x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 😯

Just as you weren't expecting Raju to be home so soon, he wasn't expecting there to be a child in the apartment. And yet, here he was. Staring down at a perfect replica of Zapp, just tiny.

"What happened?" Raju pointed at little Adam, "Why is Zapp a child once again?"

You chuckled, "No, this isn't Zapp. Remember when I was telling you about him getting married?"

"Oh right... is this what happens?"

"No," You sighed, "This is why Zapp got married."

Raju hovered there, blinking. Adam hadn't taken his eye off the thing that flew in from the window. Part of him wanted to grab at the shiny things hanging off the one visible arm.

"And why would this be the reason he's married? Did he need someone to take care of him in this state?"

"NO!" Christ you couldn't get the explanation out fast enough with all these questions, "Zapp found someone and wanted to have kids with them."

Raju just turned his head in bewilderment, "What?"

"Someone tamed Zapp and barely a year later they had a kid together." You picked up the two year old, "This is Adam Renfro. Zapp's son."

"He looks like a miniature Zapp." Raju blinked, "Is that how huma children work?"

"Sometimes. But more often they resemble both parents not just one."

Raju needed a moment to process this. What other person would want someone like Zapp to sire their offspring? Were they under duress? Was there something wrong with the other person's logic? And why did the child look so well cared for? Was he simply wrong about Zapp?

Either way, Raju wasn't about to leave when he just got back.

By the time Raju floated back to the living room, he over heard the little noises that Adam was making. Various squeals of happiness and what sounded like talking, all while you were playing with a little puppet for his entertainment.

"One other question [Name]." You turned to Raju, "Why do we have Zapp's child at the moment?"

"Him and his spouse needed a little time to themselves." That sentence sounded funny in context, no matter how many times you reminded yourself that your drinking buddy was married, "And their usual babysitter bailed last minute."

Raju hummed slightly and nodded a bit. At least the small child seemed to be well behaved. Better than could be said for his father. Though Raju wasn't sure he wanted to be around such a small huma. More fear for this innocent being's safety than anything else.

At least that was why Raju tried to stay away. Adam had other ideas on his tiny mind. Wobbling towards the stick with the floating skull, reaching up while your back was turned.

"Baba la!" Raju looked down, shocked how quietly Adam crept up on him, "Aaam ba la!"

"[Name]! What is he trying to say?" Raju hopped back a little, "What does he want?"

You hid a small smirk at the situation. Adam chasing Raju in a weird circle, babbling something at him.

"I don't know what he thinks he's saying. But he wants you to pick him up. Or at least hold still so he can tug at your cloak."

"Unacceptable!" Raju stamped his cane on the ground, startling Adam, "He cannot pull my cloaks off!"

"Then either float higher, sit in another room, or float lower so he can grab your helm."

"None of those options sound very good!"

"I don't make the rules! Babies and kids are naturally curious. Fear isn't exactly their strong suit."

Raju frowned under his helm. This wasn't something he was use to, most people ran away screaming... no matter how old they were.

Adam nearly fell forward trying to grab onto Raju's cane, but very swift blood threads around the tot's middle kept him from falling on his face. Little baby giggles took over as Raju raised Adam to slightly above eye level, tiny hands reaching for the tusks of his helm.

Raju turned his head slightly, not wanting Adam to get hurt. Not helped in slightest by you giggling at him too. But you did at least take Adam away, much to the little boy's disappointment. He wanted to touch the pointy things!!!

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Zapp stood at the door, knocking loudly. Both he and his spouse had needed that little date night, badly. He was just glad he could rely on his drinking buddy to help with his little man. Though part of him worried about what Raju might do, and was relieved that you were suppose to be home alone for a couple weeks.

Suppose to be...

"Sup crazy, how's my little man been?" Zapp was already trying to pry his way into the apartment, the second you opened the door too.

"Well, he was actually very well behaved." You joked, "For being your son."

"Ha ha." He closed his eyes, half leaning into the insult, "So funny I can't hardly breathe."

"[Name] is correct." Zapp's head snapped in Raju's direction, "For your offspring, Adam is very well-behaved."

Zapp swiveled his head back at you. Twisting his neck back and forth several times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Adam was happily sitting on the edge of Raju's cloak, watching the bangles on Raju's arm as they bounced and jangled.

"What's this!?" Zapp hissed, "I thought you said he wouldn't be back for a couple weeks?"

"I didn't plan this either Frosted Flake." You hissed right back, "But Raju has been great with Adam."

Zapp's eye twitched, "What do you mean he's been great?"

You gestured back at Raju as he kept Adam entertained. Using his blood threads to work a pair of plush animals as if they were dancing, or fighting. You couldn't tell, but Adam was squealing happily and trying to grab them both.

Zapp didn't want to be thinking of this. Raju, good with kids... having kids of his own... The very idea sent shudders down the silver-haired man's spine.

At least Adam was looked after, and not injured.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #master raju #ask

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forlibcrty · 21 days

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@fortrivmph. shell jewellery for the birthday boy.

he hadn't expected anything from his father today. frankly, he hadn't expected anything, full stop — given the manic frenzy of the war, he'd scarcely noticed march slipping into april, to say nothing of his birthday creeping close. his father's presence on the homestead was as much of a shock as his subsequent request for a moment alone together on the cliffside.

and yet, without question and with a bit of gladness, he went. their time aboard the aquila sailing to and from martinique had been as tumultuous as the seas they rode on, but it had given them enough time together to establish something like kinship. like wary cats, they'd batted at each other, but always with claws sheathed. and in quiet moments, they'd put aside animosity altogether. by the time the roofs of new york came back into view, connor had been sorry to part.

at the edge of the cliffside, connor balanced the weight of which question to ask. haytham never did anything without reason, and that certainly extended to making the journey here. before he could string together the right words, however, haytham made the first remark, with that same playful tone he'd first used in that old abandoned church.

weren't you twenty-one last week?

connor's slack-jawed expression was comical enough to draw a little exhaling laugh from haytham. whatever connor had planned to say fell to pieces in stammering, and haytham once more picked up the slack. close your eyes.

wordlessly, connor did. a cool, light weight settled on his left wrist first, then his right. then something settled around his neck, hanging just below the necklace that had once belonged to his mother. when haytham bade him open his eyes, the sight on his wrists that greeted him did more than knock the words out of him — it knocked the breath, too.

the bracelets were crude, to be generous. clearly haytham had fashioned them himself, and clearly he was no artist. uneven bits of shell, packed close, white and spotted brown — the sort of thing that wouldn't fetch more than a penny.

but to connor, it was more than gold. dimly, he was aware of haytham babbling on to explain that he'd picked the shells up at various places in the caribbean, but the words beat dull against his ears. he reached up with both hands to trace the necklace, barely registering that it bore a little more colour than the bracelets. he couldn't fathom the words to express what it meant, these simple gifts. the fact that haytham had made something for him, fashioned out of something so inexpressibly sacred on so many levels, put a lump in his throat that was hard to swallow. his thumbs continued to stroke along the jagged shells, until, at last, he could speak.

"niawen'kó:wa." he didn't have to raise his eyes to know the head tilt that accompanied haytham's reply. i don't understand. "it... means thank you."

ah.

you're welcome. happy birthday, son.

#( * raké:ni. )#( * save. )#and i'm dead!

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7 snippets, 7 people

Tagged by @mxanigel, thank you!! 😊

I'll tag (as always, only if you want to take part): @illusivesoul, @deedeemactir, @dairine-bonnet, @ambiguousrubbish, @lady-carys, @hinterlost, @bearika

I'm only actively writing my Tavalyn/Astarion one-shot series at the moment, so I'll mix it up with some already posted stuff so that I can also include some Dragon Age, Mass Effect and KotOR

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From "Rainbow" / BG3 one-shot (not posted)

A rainbow. That was Sebastian's favourite sight. At least, that's what he told Astarion as the last drink finished lowering his defenses, laughing shyly at his own mushiness. Surely, he was being childish, getting emotional about such things in the company a near-stranger, to which Astarion, careful not to break eye-contact, answered there was nothing childish about admiring beautiful things in whichever form they came, and that, if he was a stranger now, he hopefully wouldn't remain one. "Do you... like rainbows?" the young man stammered, and Astarion very nearly laughed at how ridiculous the whole thing was - mawkish, clumsy, and possibly the worst attempt at flirtation he'd witnessed in over a decade, but, as he begrudgingly admitted to himself, endearing. Endearing people were the worst. The ones he tried to forget, but who lingered anyway. Days. Weeks. Centuries. Punishment for the crime of being 'picky'.

But all of that is over now, and Astarion pushes the thought aside - tries to, at least, when his eyes land on Tavalyn and the little smile tugging at her lips as she takes in the sight, translucent ribbons of light dipping into the harbour below. Hells.

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From "baby_alistair_draft_fic"/Dragon Age one-shot (One day I'll come up with a proper title and post it to AO3. One day.)

Loghain lifted the child to eye-level, as if to study him, and Alistair reached for a stray lock dangling past his ear.

"No. Pulling is bad."

He lowered him to his chest, and the child scrunched up his nose in disappointment. Loghain began rocking slightly.

"Why me?"

Of course. Of course he had to ask that.

"Because I'm asking you." Because you're all the family I have left, he almost said, then caught himself. "Because I'd rather Duncan not go alone. And guards talk. You? Not so much. You stonewall people for days, in fact. It's quite a skill. An endlessly frustrating skill."

"You had it coming, Maric." The child began babbling again, and Loghain nodded at him. "Yes, he really did."

Maric snorted.

"Maybe."

"And Aemon is kind, but he's still the wrong choice."

"Are you volunteering?"

He could see the muscles working in his friend's jaw in an unacknowledged struggle to bite back the harsh words he suspected were hovering there. Or he might have been considering the answer? It was always hard to tell.

"No," he finally said. "I would be an idiot to."

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From "The Book" / BG3 one-shot (not posted)

"Excuse me?! The plan still needs working but the idea is excellent, thank you."

"I didn't say 'bad'. I said 'wrong'."

"Oh, darling, please. We're not even killing anyone."

"No, what I mean is, what if the book actually works?"

"The book? As in 'the one that kept asking me to murder you'? That's your idea of an upside? Because - in case you have forgotten why we're here in the first place - it very much isn't."

"Yes, but do you still have it?"

"Why, naturally! Though I don't suppose the spirits have learnt any manners in their time out."

"Good."

Astarion stops dead in his tracks.

"Good?"

"Yes, good. Because if it does work, you'll be able to sneak into any house you like. We just need a competent necromancer, and I think I know where to look."

Astarion lifts an index.

"Ah - I appreciate the enthusiasm, but Gale is not a competent necromancer, love. And if he is, he'd better have a good reason for hiding it this whole time."

"Oh, I wasn't going to say 'Gale' but that's a brilliant idea! We'll have to pick him up."

"Tavalyn, no..."

"Yes! He's in Neverwinter now as a... visiting scholar, I think? Whatever it's called. But I'm sure he'll be grateful for the chance to get out of the library!"

Astarion arches an eyebrow.

"Are we still talking about Gale?"

"Oh, come on. How many books do you lug around?"

"My books are useful. Or entertaining, at the very least."

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From "Sins of the Father" / DA:O x ME2 crossover

“My quarters,” she gestures for him to get inside. “‘Tis nothing… untoward, I promise you. I do not have the luxury of a so-called ‘immune system’, as you do. A minor side-effect of our respective failures.”

He clears his throat. ‘Our’. As if she hadn’t pointedly ignored all warnings to step out of the beast’s range just so she wouldn’t interrupt her casting. His mistakes are many, but her death isn’t one of them.

“I assure you the thought couldn’t be further from my mind.”

“Of course. You came here for answers, did you not?”

“I came here seeking justice for a member of my crew, but I will not deny that I am seeking answers, yes.”

“Hmm. A most elusive notion. ‘Justice’. Was it justice to her, I wonder?”

“Do not lecture me. Your ‘admiralty board’ was ready to cast her aside like a used rag, when all she has ever done is serve the fleet at the very peril of her life! Tali is the best engineer I have ever met and if you cannot see…”

“You’ve no idea what you’re talking about, do you?”

“No,” he admits. “But the fact remains. The burden of her father’s sins should not be hers to bear. In time, she will understand.”

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From "Long Live the King" / Dragon Age short fic

She laid a hand onto his shoulder.

“You need rest, dear.”

“Now look who’s talking.”

“Look. You said you made a promise to him.”

“I did.”

“And you kept it.”

“By breaking another one.”

Yes, well. She was only trying to help. She fumbled in her pack and held up a large wineskin. Loghain arched an eyebrow.

“That is a terrible idea.”

She felt the corner of her mouth lift up.

“And when has that stopped you before?”

“Touché.”

He drank.

“Even so… what is done is done. And here I am wallowing like a… I don’t know what exactly.” He paused. “I should be delighted that he’s alive, I am delighted that he’s alive but…” he shook his head slowly. “Maker, Erin... He practically asked me to raise the boy. More than once, in fact. When Rowan died, Maric was a mess. He could hardly get out of bed. And Cailan… well. It’s ironic, now, come to think of it.” He took another sip and handed her the wineskin. “I taught him how to ride, how to shoot a bow. Had to stop him from standing on the horse while shooting the bow. Easier said than done. And then I let him die. Knowingly. Willingly. All because of a bad contingency plan and my belief that he was a fool. And I’d grown used to that. To the knowledge that I failed. But having to tell Maric… it’s not something I planned for.”

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From "Rescue"/Knights of the Old Republic one-shot:

“Revan. Revan, get up!”

It’s just a dream. Only a dream. What does it matter if she gets up or not?

“You’re not really here, are you?” she mutters.

“Whether I’m here or not is irrelevant. You have to escape.”

“Ha! You think I haven’t thought of that?”

And that’s when she notices: there is noise behind the door. Not the usual clanking of the droids that feed and watch her, but fighting. Blasters. And a lightsaber. He’s right. She’s got to escape. She waits for the door to open. It doesn’t. Perhaps he’s wrong, after all. Perhaps it’s just another dream. After some time, a blonde woman opens the door. A lightsaber is hanging from her belt.

“Who are you?”

The woman pulls a face.

“That bad, uh? I’m Meetra. Meetra Surik. I’m here to rescue you.”

“Rescue?”

The word feels foreign in her mouth. She never thought the Republic would send someone after her.

The woman extends a hand. She grabs it.

“Come on. We’ve got an emperor to kill."

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From "A Whole New World" / BG3 x Dragon Age Crossover (not posted, might never be)

"Gale Dekarios." The wizard interrupts him with a pointed look, extending the woman a hand. "I assure you it doesn't happen quite as often as my friend here likes to point out."

Tavalyn clears her throat.

"I don't think now is the best time to argue about -"

"Darkspawn! Straight ahead!"

Loghain charges headlong, bashing his shield onto the nearest beast's head before running another through. Ah. So that’s a ‘darkspawn’. Fascinating. Disgusting. All of the above.

The woman unslings her staff, quickly followed by Gale and Tavalyn. Astarion dashes across the tunnel, ducking beneath an axe before slashing at the big one's hamstrings. The monster’s knees buckle. Next, go for the throat. Black ichor spouts from the wound and straight onto his chest. Oh well. He didn't like that doublet, anyway.

"Careful with their blood!" Erin warns, unleashing a fire bolt.

Not that he was tempted to begin with - the creatures do smell rather foul - but the warning is appreciated.

#tag game #long post #my fics #dragon age #bg3 #mass effect #loghain mac tir #morrigan #maric theirin #alistair theirin #erin amell #tavalyn silversong #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios

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sonderwrit · 6 months

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C93: It burrowed into the brain

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Wang Yi fights with sentient ear wax slime and S-0 tries (uselessly) to help.

(SFX: *pah*)

WY: Ahhhh it, it crawled inside!

S-0: Host! Here's some tweezers!

WY: The ear canal's too narrow, can't use that! (Get out get out get out!)

S-0: What about a straw?

WY: (slapslap) Then start sucking for me!

Slime: Where should I start eating from…

[Note: Abnormal organisms eat differently from normal life forms]

Slime: When it comes to humans…the tastiest part is still their emotions.

Slimes: Especially…when they're being tormented.

WY: AHHHHH—! (falls on knees)

S-0: What's wrong?!

WY: I, I don't know—

WY: Feels like something's touched my brain.

WY: It's like being electrocuted….ahhhhh!!!

WY: I can't tell if it hurts or feels good.

S-0: Eek! Hold on, Host, I'll definitely, right away—

WY: Ahnnnn—hurry up! (wuu~)

WY: (What's going on?)

WY: (It's like my mind's suddenly crystal clear.)

WY: (Is this slime attacking my consciousness? It's unlike any feeling I can describe in human terms—)

Slime: Hm? These memories—are so familiar…

(Ba-thump)

WY: (There's a voice?)

Slime: Could you be.. …?

WY: Who's speaking?

(S-0 hands him a rubber hose)

Slime: Hear.. …me? Ah… ..you

Slime: … …here!

Slime: Remember… …

WY: UWAHHHH—!

WY: It seems like, there's something else there. But it's all static, I can't understand—

S-0: Okay, Host, stop babbling! Hurry and suck that jelly back out!

WY: Ah? You want me…to do it myself?

S-0: Of course. Has Host ever seen a cat who can use a straw? (*Cats will leak air if they try)

WY: You damn—you can't do anything but you're a champion at pissing people off.

S-0: Do your best!

WY: (I have to be careful not to swallow it by accident) *sucks*

*sucking sucking*

Slime: !

WY: (Is it not powerful enough?) *increases sucking strength*

*SUUUUCCCCCKKKKK*

Slime: No.. …it's not enough

Slime: It's not enough ahhhh!!

WY: (?!)

WY: (It's coming!)

*SPITS*

WY: Ha—thank goodness…hah….that's dealt with.

S-0: *slams lid down*

S-0: Uh-huh, gave me a scare. I thought we'd die and exit this world right after we started our vacation.

WY: Looks like even "safe" scripts have lots of hidden dangers. We can't lower our guard.

*bangs case shut*

WY: (It assimilated the piece that broke off…no wonder it's a slime, what strong vitality.)

S-0: Huff…Host's body is all right? Shall we send this thing away?

WY: Aish, I feel fine now that it's left my ear. The other specimens might be even harder to deal with, so keep it under observation first.

S-0: That works too.

S-0: Right, just then the Gardenia in the Apocalypse world finished its run and gave us points.

WY: Oh, how were the results? A lotta points or a little?

S-0: Same as the one before, upper-middle levels.

WY: Oh oh, then what was the ending? Between Bai Mo and Qin Xian, who ended up as the city lord?

Slime: *regained a bit of energy*

S-0: The ending, hmm…

S-0: It was, "Bai Zizhi (FL's name) destroyed the Zombie Stone and then united all the lands, becoming the first ever female city lord in the Central Regions."

S-0: And then—huh!

S-0: ?

S-0: She spent a blissful, happy life with the second male lead?

WY: Hah?

WY: Then what about Qin Xian? (Where did he go?)

S-0: Qin Xian…

S-0: Qin Xian went to deal with the next zombie swarm after you died…and charged straight into the mob for the sake of saving Bai Zizhi, sacrificing his own life in the process.

WY: ….

WY: In other words, the protagonist exited the stage before the novel reached its ending?

S-0: Mhm. *nods*

WY: All right, I got it.

WY: Keep the points for me, I'm not going to buy anything now.

S-0: Kay. Call me when you need me…

S-0: Wait, Host. Where are you going?

WY: I'm drowsy.

WY: Gonna sleep for a bit.

S-0: Aye, you can definitely rest.

S-0: You need to hurry up—and extricate yourself from the memories of the last world, oh~

—

*scurry scurry*

Slime: Thank goodness.. …

Slime: Thank goodness this human is such a fool.. …

Slime: He didn't even notice that the "me" he sucked out of himself…

Slime: …was only part of the whole.

#i have to be a great villain #villain 93 #manhua translations #body horror tw #i guess? what do you call a fear of things in your ear lol

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dragynfirearc · 1 year

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"Sit." It might be considered an adorable sort of command, given that Aemond had nearly a foot on her now. Abby reached up to push him on the shoulder to get him to sit on the bench so he was closer to eye level. Her soft, mint green skirts fluttered around her like moth wings, the little flowers embroidered in gold thread catching the light as she moved around him. Her unruly curls kept catching on her face and she shook them back over her shoulder and triumphantly pulled out the woven band from her little pocket. The leather bands were woven intricately together: green and black and red, blue and silver. A perfect compliment of both of their house colors, although there was far more of the other colors than black and red. Which made this her favor for him. She rocked a bit on her heels in front of him, holding it out. "I made you a favor, to bring you luck." Her cherubic cheeks flushed gently pink, making the smattering of freckles of her face far more pronounced than usual. "If you'd like... I could tie your hair back with it. Or if you don't like it, I understand. I'm sure you've gotten other favors and I know this one is rather simple and, um, well..." she was babbling and she caught her teeth on her lower lip to slow down.

random asks / @pulchramsolis.

the dragon stands at six foot five inches, towering over most who come into contact with him. compared to her he is a giant. tis why an amused smirk begins to form when she speaks her command. if he wanted to, he could be as stubborn as a mule and she would have little luck moving him. however, curiosity overtakes and the prince allows himself to be molded however she wishes. while she wears color, he contrasts in all black attire, long coat pushed back so that he does not sit on it. focused gaze trains on her. fingertips itching to reach out to run through the softness of her curls. they flex on his thigh before curling into a fist, resisting the urge. whenever the leather band is pulled out, it is examined. the combination of colors rather beautiful. he would not have thought to put them together, and he wonders if she made the little trinket herself.

silent question is quickly answered as she explains the favor to him and why it was made. for him? he cannot recall the last time someone made something for him. it might have been helaena.. she enjoys her projects and the prince always enjoys giving praise to his sister for them. this was, however, the first time someone outside of his immediate family put such thought into something for him. an appreciative hum leaves him as the favor is plucked from her petite grasp and examined in more detail. it is noticeable the way that she carries on and amusing. the favor is placed back against her palm before he tilts his head to look at her, lips gently forming into a soft small smile. it was not like him to overreact. " it's beautiful. simple is sometimes better. " he'd rather not wear something flashy. it is true that other favors were offered to him, but none seemed as appealing as the one she offers now. " you have permission to tie my hair back with it. " not many are allowed to touch the silvery mane. it was his pride, but he trusted her. " do i.. make you nervous? " a playful brow arches. " you seem a little flustered, my lady strong. "

#pulchramsolis #interactions: aemond targaryen.

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chilumi-shipper · 2 years

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Awh thank you!! I like your name as well~

May I request “You like this, huh? How kinky.” With Dottore? Non-con please~ Whatever scenario you think fits it best!!

Have a good day! Congrats on 500~ I’ve been following you for awhile and I’m glad to have seen you grown

Falling for Red Flags

Dottore II x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Machine Fucking, Non-con, Dub-con, Degradation, Yandere, Emotional Attachment, Crying, Manipulation, Size Kink, Manhandling, Dottore actually loves you.

Summary: Dottore was the only one you had, the only one that shows you love, so even if he likes doing some questionable things to you, you just take it. This time around, he has a new invention that he really wants to try, and of course, you're his little helper yet again.

Prompt: "You like this, huh? How kinky."

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The man with light blue hair had stripped you down bare, before strapping your little figure on a cushioned table. You, as always, complied, looking up at the masked face of your husband, smiling at him.

Dottore loved to see your body all naked and exposed, especially when you're helping him test out his projects. He just forced your shaky legs apart, hoisting them up at the special attachments of the of the table you're lying on, tying them up to make sure you wouldn't squirm off, like you did last time.

You were scared of course, if this is anything like his past works, it would wreck you apart and fuck you till you could only release incoherent babbles, reaching your arms out for him and sobbing on his shoulders when he would plug your cunt with his cock, right after the experiment.

"D-Dottore..." The masked man had only shush you, pulling out a little remote from his pocket and pressing something that had the machine buzz with life.

"Can my sweet slut stay behaved for this one?" He kneeled down to your level, caressing the top of your head with a gentle hand. "You don't wanna make me upset." His tone was hard as if he's threatening you, but despite that, the voice from his mouth is the only thing that ever expressed the sweetest and most intimate words that was actually directed to you, so you didn't mind the harsh tone.

You needed him, you're pathetic without him, he'll make sure you know that.

"O-Okay..." You agreed, you see that one side of his lips curve up, smiling at your answer.

"Very good."

Shivers ran through your body as the giant machine started to buzz louder, it looked like a smaller version of a Ruin Hunter, attached to the table just between your open legs. The usual blade for a hand that a Hunter has was replaced by a thick tube with a rounded out tip, just like a dick.

The shaky feeling only gets worse as Dottore had pressed another bottom, and looking down to see that the robot had moved his dick like hand, the tip settling on your pussy, tears form in your eyes.

It's bigger than anything you've ever took before, about the size of your forearm.

"Don't back down now." The Harbinger had seen the hesitance on your face, his red eyes glowed in intimidation as your teary ones have looked back to meet his. "I won't let you."

An ear-splitting scream breaks out of your mouth when the machine's dick had forced his way inside you, your scream surely echoed within the hallways of Zapolyarny Palace. Your walls had immediately stretched, trying desperately to accommodate the gigantic dildo that was shoved to the hilt of your pussy.

"NOOO! STOP! I CAN'T DO THIS!" You exclaimed, your hands trying to break out of its chains in distress. The dick inside you sets up a fast pace immediately, kissing your cervix every single hard thrust. It was just too much.

Your pussy lips clapped around the base of the machine's cock, too stretched out by its brutal size.

You felt so worthless, not being able to do anything as the machine violated your hole, hands and legs tied down, nothing to do but watch in horror as the machine sets up the hardest pounds at your aching cunt.

Dottore could only laugh beside you, loving the look of your bare body squirming away desperately, only to be stopped by the thick straps of the table. And the bulge on your pelvis up to your cute tummy, moving as his machine drilled its attached cock into you.

When the masked man has pressed another button, lifting up the cock inside you, your hips had also been forcible risen up to follow his command. "PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" It was so tiring, lifting up your hips as you feel your insides ache from the harsh thrusts.

You felt like a ragdoll, being played around and dragged up helplessly against your will.

Dottore is mean, but everyone else was meaner, that's what you believed.... that's what he made you believe.

"Hahahah, this is working far better than I hoped..."

You kept on shaking your head at him, your face was stained with tears as you try to squirm away from the machine. "No, no, no..." A hard thrust finally sent you over the edge, nipples and clit hardening, toes curling when you came, your cream covering the machine's cock, all while you whimpers escape your mouth.

"Wasn't that fun?" Dottore had clapped his hands, chuckling at your dumb fucked face, tongue out and everything. "You say to stop, but you just came so hard. A brief example of a little lying slut."

His fingers landed on your stomach, pushing down on the bulge caused by the cock still inside you, it sent you crying. "You like this, huh? How kinky." You finally reacted, immediately shaking your head at what he said.

"No! N-No more, please!"

He sighed smiling, "It's funny that you think you have a say in all this." At his command, other arms had shot out of the Ruin Hunter, grabbing onto your thighs.

"AHHHG!" Screams emit from your throat when the arms had dragged your thighs up, forcing your entire body dangling as it holds you up, the dick once again drilling your cunt, faster than ever.

The machine had broke the straps keeping your body on the table, but now, you're just dangling as one hand holds your leg up, only your head was resting on the table, giving you a perfect view of your own cunt getting wrecked and the bulge on your stomach.

You cry, desperately trying to get your husband to shut off the machine. "D-Dottore..."

This is better, you tell yourself. You'd rather be here than get abused and assaulted in Mondstadt, right?

He finally wrecked you, despite the machine looking like it's fully breaking you in half, Dottore knows that he was the one that caused the most damage. And he loved it.

The masked man had worked so hard to make you his, pulled you away from Mondstadt to fulfill your true purpose, being his wife.

Especially from that red head boy, Diluc. He's got to make a mental note to take care of that guy, so he can stop bugging the Harbinger about you.

As you keep on cumming for hours, begging and crying with hands clasped together, babbling nonsense from overstimulation, even falling asleep from tiredness, Dottore never stopped the machine, he just loves seeing his wife get absolutely ruined.

He wonders if you could take two machine cocks at once next time.

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Mhhhmmm, yandere content... I liked writing it a lot, despite me accidentally leaving without saving half of what I wrote, but it was fine *tears up*

Jokes aside, I hope you enjoyed reading this and thank you so much for requesting!!!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact #dottore #genshin impact dottore #dottore x reader #dottore smut

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Curious Fox

Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/reader

Synopsis: Your fox hybrid boyfriend stumbles upon some of your toys after being warned not to. He is eager to learn about them after you catch him.

nsft / dominant reader (can be interpreted as femdom) / sex toys (a cockring) / mommy kink / AU: animal hybrids + no quirks / edging / overstimulation / tenko is described as 'small'

Your boyfriend was curious, amongst many other things. Ever since the 20 year old fox hybrid had started living with you, he had had a tendency to explore every nook and corner of your house - except for your dresser, which you had forbidden him from looking into, for good reason, mind you - he had never heard of many human things, especially those of a more - naughty - variety, so you thought it would be best to keep your collection of sex toys hidden from him for now. So Tenko knew that it was in his best interest not to touch your drawer.

Except, you were on a business trip - and Tenko was bored. So bored!

And his mommy surely wouldn't mind, right? Right? He had already quelled some of his boredom by watching the weird photo you had in your living room, which moved, and then had taken some of your dirty hoodies, yet to be washed, and cuddled into them, loving your smell and missing you. So it was only natural that he wanted to look! What was Mommy hiding?

Only problem was, your little slutty boy didn't expect you to be home earlier than usual, and when he had already pulled out and looked into the mysterious black box in your drawer and was examining the objects inside, you were standing in the doorframe of your bedroom, watching his curios red eyes scanning the sex toys.

You let Tenko have his fun looking through the objects, before you decided to interrupt him.

"Hello, baby boy. I'm back home."

He turned around, staring at you in shock - "M-mommy? Why are you back home already? I s-swear I was a good boy, I just wanted to -" he noticed your strict glance and looked down onto the floor, "sorry, mommy."

"It's fine, babyboy. Do you know what these things are meant for?" your mean glance was replaced by a soft smile.

"No, mommy, I do not. Will you explain?"

"Sure, Tenko, baby. Which one do you want to know about first?" He picked up a small vibrating cock ring, which had a complementary pink remote going with it.

"Ok, baby. I'll show you, take off your trousers and boxers for me, please." He seemed taken a back, probably not connecting the objects with anything of sexual nature, as you already had guessed. "Do I have to help you undress, Tenko?"

"Yes please, mommy."

You walked over to him, "go hop onto the bed, sweetie."

Tenko nodded and followed your command. Quickly, you pulled down his pants and boxers, just enough to present you his cock.

"You see, baby boy, this little thing is used to make your prince parts look all pretty-", you wrapped the ring around his cock, "look, baby, your cute little cock seems very happy!"

He stared at his cock, not understanding what Mommy found cute about it.

"So, now, I just noticed that the kitchen is in desperate need of some cleaning. Let's go.", you said whilst simultaneously pulling up your baby boys pants and underwear.

"F-fine, mommy." the desperate tone of his voice confirmed what you already knew - Tenko was turned on, but too embarrassed to ask you for relief directly. Poor boy.

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"Hng!", was the small noise Tenko made once you activated the cock ring - only on the lowest setting, mind you. "M-mommy, help! You said it was only jewelry for my prince parts, but - Haah!“, you dialed up the intensity of the vibrations, "it feels weird! My cock is, getting excited and I- it feels good! What is going on?". Your fox hybrid boyfriend chirped in distress.

"I don't know, Tenko, please continue cleaning the table." you answered.

"Ok, M-mommy, I'll try- ahn!", his little noises interrupting him.

Poor baby did not even understand what was going on - of course, you had pleasured him before, but never like this.

Slowly, you raised the intensity, and Tenko let his upper body fall onto the table in shock, conveniently presenting his cute little ass to you. Deciding that he needed a punishment, you grabbed his ass. "Tenko, what did I say about cleaning? Just because your cute lil dick is all happy, doesn't mean that you can stop cleaning."

"So mommy knows that the jewelry is not only making my cock look pretty? Please, mommy, help - it's too much I- I'm sorry for not cleaning, it's just so hard my cock feels so good help me mommy!" he continued babbling, so you hit his ass with your other hand.

"Bad boy.", he sniffled in response to your words, fox ears twitching, and you decided that he deserved a break, toning the vibrations down to a smaller level, "I'll give you ten. Count."

Before he could protest, you started smacking his cute bottom - by the end of it, he was panting and rutting against the table, ever the masochist.

"Go clean now. You can do it." He shook his head no, but your firm glance stopped any protest he might've had.

"I'll try, mommy"

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45 minutes. It had been roughly 45 minutes since mommy had wrapped the strange ring around him, and Tenko was sure he had never been exposed to something more torturing! Although it felt good, he was absolutely aching for mommys touch - nothing compared to the soft hands and warm mouth pleasuring him.

Quickly, but at the same time ensuring that he was properly doing so, Tenko cleaned the last shelf on the kitchen wall. It was all done! He couldn't help but feel proud of himself - mommy would surely be very happy with him. He couldn't wait to tell that he was all done.

In a frenzy, Tenko jumped down the small stepping stool he had been standing on - as a hybrid, he was smaller than the average human male, making it hard to reach some things without help - and ran towards you, yelling "Mommy, I'm done cleaning the shelves!", engulfing you into a hug and pressing his face into your chest.

A bit perplexed, but already kinda used to Tenkos seemingly random emotional outbursts, you just rested your chin on the mans head, right between the white fox ears and rubbed circles onto his back with your fingers, soothing him. "That's great, baby. Did you move our stuff back onto them already?"

"No, mommy. I'll get too it later."

"I sure hope you do." you replied and continued rubbing his back with one hand, using the other to grab the pink remote from your pocket.

Truth be told, seeing Tenko struggle with how turned on he was and his cute little noises when you changed the intensity of the vibration had only increased how turned on you yourself had gotten, so you could simply no longer wait. Cleaning was something you could do later on.

"We'll quickly take a break from cleaning, Tenko. Let's pay our bedroom a visit, shouldn't we?"

Tenko let go of you. "Sure, mommy." You both started walking towards said room.

You grabbed the remote and turned the intensity all the way up - Tenko screeched - oh, you were going to have fun tonight.

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"Good boy, Tenko. You're doing so well.", you told him and continued to slowly rub your hand over his cock.

"Than-k you m-momm - ngh! 'S too-o much I don't - you - I mommy!"

The cock ring was vibrating at the highest level, constantly causing Tenko pleasure, along side your fingers massaging him and your soft praises.

Tenko seemed to be quite close to reaching his high - not that you could decipher much of his rambling, as he was constantly interrupting himself with moans, gasps and soft whines.

"It's okay to cum, Tenko. You have my permission."

"Yesh, yes - thank you mom-y thank you - it's soo sensitive I- ahn!"

You firmly grabbed the tip and put pressure on it, rubbing your fingers over the pre oozing out. "My cute little slut. You're doing so well."

With a yell, Tenko came all over himself.

But that didn't deter you, and neither did it the cock ring.

For a few moments, the continued stimulation was no problem for Tenko - rather, you were just slowly easing out the last bits of his load - until Tenko could no longer take it - his cock had gotten too sensitive.

Before, overstimulation had already been torturous, but now? With the strange vibrating ring? Tenko knew that it would be hell. The strange mix of pleasure pain made him wild - bucking his hips up from the bed, trying to squirm away from your hands - not that it did much, since the ring was still accenting his prince parts -, begging for more and for you to give him a break at the same time.

"Mommy I - I love yo-uhg but it's too m-much I- cock is too sensitiv-ve ngh! Please don't but-"

"Shh, Tenko. You can do it. It's all good. I believe in you. If you want to safeword, it's completely fine, feel free to", you said with a calm tone whilst removing one of your hands from his cock to slowly rub his hair and fluffy fox ears.

The mix between the soft affection and harsh stimulation had Tenko reeling, and he quickly came again, loudly whimpering and crying all the way through it.

"Oh sweetie, that was so, so good. I adore you so much, my little fox." you said, "can you take another?"

Tenko looked up at you, nodding. You smiled.

"My good boy."

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After a few more orgasms, you decided that Tenko deserved a break. Softly, you took of the ring - he whimpered at the touch of his sensitive cock - and helped him into the bathroom to shower together. He truly was an amazing boyfriend.

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nessaxc · 3 years

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Date Night || Gojo Satoru

Gojo takes you out to dinner, but the flirty waitress at the restaurant really gets on your nerves, so Gojo is determined to assure you that he only has eyes for you.

~ Words: 2.5k

~ NSFW 18+

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"I'm glad I got to see you tonight, I've missed my princess," he leaned across the table to nuzzle his nose against yours gently, and you returned the same motion with a soft giggle.

"I've missed you too," you replied, "it's about time you made some time for me," you added.

"Well, you know, Tokyo keeps me busy," he told you with a chuckle, "but I had to take my best girl out, I know how lonely she gets without me around," he teased.

You giggled and propped your elbow up on the dinner table, balancing your chin in your hand as you held his gaze. He was smiling and shaking his head at you, mimicking your pose, only he rested both elbows on the table and cupped his face with his hands as he looked at you from across the table.

"You look beautiful in that dress by the way, but what else is new, huh?" he winked and broke eye contact for a moment to admire the dress that perfectly hugged your figure, "I'm glad you wore it."

You giggled again at that and twirled a small section of hair around your index finger, smiling down at your lap for a moment before you looked back up at him.

"I'm glad you wore that suit and tie. You should wear it more often, because you clean up pretty well," you grinned and leaned forward slightly to whisper, "by the way, you're really pretty too."

"Am I really pretty?" he joked and batted his lashes, letting his jaw hang slack with a smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth over the way you instantly cracked up laughing. He chuckled airily as he continued to look you up and down, and you had to turn away in attempt to hide the deep blossoming of your cheeks.

"Yes, you're very pretty," you said with a soft chuckle when you turned back to him.

"Good evening, can I get you anything?"

A young waitress made her way onto the scene before Gojo could respond to you, and she appeared to be addressing just him rather than both of you. She beamed brightly at him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting out a hint of a giggle that you couldn't help but roll your eyes at.

"Some menus would be nice," he grinned up at her and she flaunted her smile right back at him, making it a mission to maintain eye contact for as long as possible and throw in a bat of the lashes here and there.

"I'll go get those for you right now," she bowed her head and smiled softly, but she didn't leave until she'd make a point of leaning towards him slightly to tell him, "by the way, that tie looks great on you, really compliments your complexion."

She was already flirting with him right in front of you whilst being so brazen about it, and it was really taking everything in you not to totally snap. You didn't want dinner to be spoiled by your temper, though, you could already feel yourself starting to lose your appetite because you were red hot with anger right now. You sat there silently and waited for her to leave, gritting your teeth and casting your gaze downward the entire time.

"Thank you very much," he thanked her before she walked away and when he turned back around to face you, he was greeted by raised brows, pursed lips and your eyes glimmering for the wrong reasons. You half-smirked at him and cleared your throat whilst picking at your nails to avoid looking up at him.

"I think she's expecting a tip from you tonight," you managed to make a joke out of it and mustered a small laugh.

He chuckled lightly and acted completely dismissive about it, waving it off as her following some sort of transcript, "It's just service with a smile, Y/N."

He insisted, but you just forced a smile on your face. You fiddled with the cutlery that rested to your side and toyed with the napkin as well, offering yourself a distraction rather than look up at him for the moment.

"Yeah, too many smiles in your direction, though, if you ask me," you sassed, and he laughed loudly at that.

"Babe, something the matter?" he raised an eyebrow curiously, an amused grin on his face. Before you had the time to open your mouth and retort, she soon returned with the menus.

She carelessly laid yours down in front of you while she actually handed Gojo his, making sure to brush her hand over his as she did so. You glared at her but your look went missed, and you were doing a pretty good job of keeping your mouth shut so far, no matter how badly you wanted to tell this girl to back off.

She started babbling on about something that he should try on the menu, ensuring to flash him her smile and bat her lashes some more. She was giggling like he had told the funniest joke, and you were clutching onto a fork tightly with a hand, thinking about digging it deep into her neck. Gojo was a bad influence on you. She brought her hand closer to his so she could flip through the pages and show him exactly what she was describing. You cleared your throat and decided to speak up, because this girl was getting on your last nerve.

"Could you give us a few moments to decide what we're having? Thank you," you gave her possibly the most painfully forced smile you could muster, somehow managing to keep a level head when she withdrew her hand and acknowledged you for the first time since she'd stop at your table. She simply nodded and smiled meekly before walking away, and Gojo’s bright blue eyes shot towards you to give you a look that was nothing short of sheer surprise at how sharp you'd been in your manner of speech.

"Did I miss something?" he cracked up laughing, "My little kitten's got a sharp set of claws, eh?" he remarked before his laughter starting to die down. "I thought she was a rather nice lady," he said with another chuckle.

He scanned over the menu to find a dish that stood out to him. You squinted at him and leaned into him, lightly bringing the menu down to have him look you in the eyes instead.

"Really, Satoru? I wouldn't class the light touches on the hand, the needless giggling and overall acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush as just 'being nice'," you snapped slightly, "she's flirting with you, a lot, and I'm sick of it."

"Oh, I see where this is going," he said with a knowing smirk that stretched its way across his lips a few seconds later. You noticed this and your hand targeted your menu in an instant as some form of shield to hide behind to avoid the stares he was giving you, and he lowered your menu down just like you had done to him.

"I think somebody's jealous when she really doesn't need to be," he sang and kept his eyes trained on your face. "So what if she's flirting a little bit? I'm not interested in the slightest," he told you, and you heaved a sigh before he continued, "you have nothing to worry about, my sweet," he said with a smirk, amused with your envy.

"Seriously? You mean that?" you asked, nibbling on your lower lip.

"Course I do," he said, "she could be on her knees begging for my cock and I would say no if that'd make you feel better about it," he finished, and you laughed at that.

"I'm not even feeling that hungry anymore," you said, "she's just so irritating," you huffed, and he looked at you like he was thinking of something until his brain hatched an idea.

"Forget about dinner, I know what will cheer you up, c'mon," he stretched his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you quickly took it in yours. He walked with you until you both reached the closest bathroom - the women's room.

"Um, Satoru, I don't think you're supposed to be in here," you quipped with a short giggle.

"Oh trust me, I am," he cooed. Once the door was closed, he lifted you up by your thighs and pinned you to the wall, his lips attacking your neck in little bites and harsh kisses, not caring about the purple marks he left in his wake.

"Satoru," you gasped his name out, much to his delight.

You let out a soft moan of approval through your own lips as you lifted your hips up in absolute desperation, wanting more of him, and wanting it now.

"I only have eyes for you, Y/N, you and only you," he told you as he continued to cover your neck in wet kisses, and you couldn't help lean your head back to give him easier access. Realizing that you both were still out in the open, he carried you into the bathroom stall, pressing you up against the nearest and sturdiest wall.

He tugged his pants down from his hips and quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, just far enough to allow his thick and fully hard member to spring up. He nearly ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them to the floor, holding you up with one hand and using the other to glide up your thigh, one finger slipping up your wet folds. He grinned knowingly before he leaned in to growl in your ear, "Look at how wet for me you already are," he hummed, "mm, how bad do you want me?"

Just the slightest touch drove you absolutely wild, and you seemed to forget everything that took place before he brought you in this stall. You keened in the back of your throat and rocked your hips down against his finger, moaning out, "Fuck me, Satoru. I need you so bad. Please!" you cried.

"Well when you say it like that, I don't see how I could say no," he cooed. He grasped his member firmly until he was lined up to your entrance, exhaling loudly as he crouched down to push in. He took his time entering your body at first, watching the pleasure overcome your features. Once you had adjusted to his girth, he set a rough pace, taking you quickly in broad deep strokes that jarred your body and caused your head to slam back into the wall as you surrendered yourself to his movements, hips grinding forward in an attempt to keep tempo. He doesn't waste time going slow, knowing you both needed relief fast.

Grasping his shoulders tightly, you moaned, the volume increasing with each thrust until you were sure you would both get caught.

"That's it, let the whole goddamn restaurant know who's fucking you," he managed to say between his own moans and grunts. "You're doing so good, baby, so good," he praised.

You answered with an even louder moan, shoving your hips forward in a demand for him to go faster, grinding your clit against his pelvis whenever you could.

"Your cunt feels so fucking perfect, squeezing me like this, fuck," he ground out.

He obliged your command, snapping his hips into yours relentlessly, the sounds spilling from your lips urging him on.

"You look so good baby, you always do," he uttered through a pant, "you fucking drive me crazy." He quickly added, "Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all stretched out on my cock?"

One hand gripped onto your hair and he tugged backwards just enough to show you dominance as he pounded into you with no mercy, the sounds of your high pitched moans bouncing off the walls, mixed with his deep grunts and the sound of hot skin slapping against skin.

"Look at you, you're always so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect like this," he told you. His hips moved in the most sinful way, filling you up just perfectly, and he seemed to find that special spot inside you so skillfully, making you cry out in ecstasy.

"You like that, baby? You like how good I make you feel? Good girl, moaning for me and showing the entire diner who's gonna make you come," he hissed into your ear as his thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you again and again as he kept his wild pace up.

"Mmmm!" you hummed. You threw your head back and arched your torso sharply, screaming out in pleasure when your body started to quake with the sensation of your orgasm barreling towards you. His fingers left little purple prints on your hips at how tight he was squeezing your hips, knowing you were both close to your climax.

"Show me how much you like it, come for me," he rasped.

He maintained the angle of his thrusts, continually hitting a sensitive spot within your body until you were convulsing in his arms, orgasm rocking you to the very core. He wasn't far behind, taken over the edge by the tight clenching or your walls around his member.

Exhaling loudly, he relaxed his body against yours as you both came down from your peaks. The wall was the only thing keeping you both up as you wilt, exhausted from your spontaneous lovemaking. Finding the energy to pull back, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your hair to fix the disrupted locks. You smiled into the kiss, body buzzing from your orgasm and heart glowing at his gestures.

You both cleaned up as best as you could in the stall, he helped adjust the skirt of your dress before moving to fix his own disarrayed hair.

"You had no reason to be jealous, Y/N, like I said I only have eyes for your pretty little face," he nuzzled his nose against yours, and you did the same in return, laughing with each other.

"Thank you, Satoru," you said with a soft giggle when you stepped out of the bathroom stall with him.

"Anything for you, babe," he told you as he intertwined his fingers with yours, walking out with you, "now let's go eat," he started, "we can even put on a little show for her under the table so she knows not to mess with you," he suggested with a loud laugh.

"I like the sound of that," you replied with a broad smirk on your face. That wasn't a bad idea.

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Destiel Fic Chapter 1

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Pretending to be married to his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Dean's totally got this under control. But pretending to be married and raising an actual toddler with his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Yeah so maybe he doesn't have it totally, under control, actually he's screwed. Fake married case fic+actual baby Jack? What could go wrong?

This was all Sam's fault.

Sam had strolled into the war room yesterday afternoon announcing that he had found a case in Sudbury, Massachusetts. Six people died, all parents, all with one kid, kids lived, but the parents, they weren't so lucky. It was in one of those Stepford gated communities where every house looked the same, "Pleasant Acres", or some crap like that. Meaning, Jody, Donna and Claire were all set to take the case, but they called twenty minutes ago saying they got caught up on a hunt in Montana. So now they were all shifting through their contacts, trying to find hunters with kids, since whatever it was only seemed to target families.

And Dean's been feeling well, weird, ever since Sam brought up the case yesterday. Something itching in the back of his mind. He's of course been trying to ignore it, but now that he's reading over the case it's getting stronger, making his twist in way he definitely doesn't want to unpack.

He glances up across the room, eyes quickly finding Cas and Jack. Cas is seated across from him on Jack's blanket, helping him build unstable block towers, just so he could knock them down.

(read the rest under the cut)

Dean's stomach twists again, and an all too familiar feeling washes over him.

Yeah, he definitely doesn't want to unpack it.

"Hey, I think I got something" Sam calls pulling Dean from his trance as Cas stands, making his way back to his chair.

"So Sarah and Mike Johnson? Jody met them, and their daughter, Katie on a hunt last year. They live somewhat close by, so I'll try to give them a call" Sam continues, reaching for his phone.

And now, Dean doesn't know why, but he felt that thing squirm deep inside him, and the next thing he knew, he was talking.

"Why don't we take it?" Dean practically shouts startling everyone, including himself.

Sam paused, cellphone halfway to his ear and Cas' head snapped up so quick Dean's worried he has whiplash.

And so Dean freezes, mouth suddenly very dry.

What the hell was he doing, why was h-

"Why don't we take the case? I mean the thing is only going after families right, and we-we've got an 18 month old super baby right here. So we cou-two of us could take Jack for a week, play house for a week, and gank the thing" Dean somehow chokes out, watching as Sam and Cas' stare with increasingly disbelieving looks.

Dean’s heart began pounding against his chest.

Dean could barely believe the suggestion to take the hunt came out of his mouth, let alone bringing the kid? Completely out of the question, way too dangerous. He's not just gonna put the kid directly in harms way, on a hunt for godsake! And yet the suggestion had rolled off his tongue anyway? Dean didn't know why.

God what the hell was wrong with him today?

But it's not like he can just take it back now that he practically screamed it, so in favor of looking like an idiot or delving into the reason behind why he said it, Dean sat in his own silent panic.

From across the table he watched Sam's face contort into about three different emotions, finally landing on something that looked like agreement.

Shit.

"Well, that might actually be a goo-" Sam started with a sigh

"You can't seriously be suggesting we bring Jack along on a hunt? It's too dangerous, we've barely even left the bunker with him" Cas immediately cut in and god Dean could kis-Dean was very relieved.

And Sam surely wouldn't argue with that. So he was in the clear. He could just forget about this whole stupid conversation like it never happened, and never have to think about it ag-

"Exactly, I mean you guys have barely left the house and Jack has barely even seen the world. I hate to say it, but I think it'd be good, for all of us" Sam replied reluctantly.

And there goes Dean's heart rate.

"Sam, we don't even know what we're up against it co-"

"I know Cas, but he'll be with us. And besides, it looks like whatever's doing this, is only taking victims with young children, not a single one is over the age of five. So it's probably better if we end up taking the case anyway, rather than Sarah and Mike, or even Jody and the girls. We're the only one with a kid under ten. Plus he's half angel, we're probably at greater risk than Jack is" Sam reasons carefully.

A tense silence fell over them, the only sound was Jack babbling to himself on the other side of the room. Dean wanted to say something, wanted to say he doesn't know what he was thinking and it's crazy and they shouldn't take the case, but his mouth wasn't exactly on his side today.

He snuck a glance at Cas who has his eyes trained on Jack.

The tension was killing him, Dean had to say something. He couldn't just let this happen because his stupid mouth started talking nonsense.

So he swallows thickly, opening his mouth to take it all back, so they could forget this whole conversation ever happened, so he wouldn't have to think about why h-

"You're right" Cas sighs, looking as if his answer deflated him.

And Dean couldn't agree more with that sentiment because suddenly all of the air was knocked out of his lungs. He must have looked like it too because Sam met his eyes across the table, leveling him with a look Dean can't decipher.

Then suddenly, a smile spread across his face, which in his experience, is never a good sign.

"Alright so, Dean can stay at a nearby hotel, while Cas and I take the nei-"

"I'll go with Cas" Dean blurted before he even realized what was happening.

He snapped his jaw shut, but apparently not quick enough. Again, Dean didn't know why he said that, but that thing was back swirling around his stomach so he assumed it had to do with whatever the hell that was. And his mouth must have a mind of it's own today because he's pretty sure he didn't tell it to start moving, let alone say that.

Dean's heart beat against his chest, face burning. He forced his eyes to look up at Sam, not daring to even glance in Cas' direction. He can't handle any look that might be on his face. What if he'd rather go with Sam? What if he's ang-

"Okay it's all settled then, I mean so long as that's good with you Cas?" Sam asked, smile turning into a smirk.

"Yes, that's good with me" Cas replied, tone unreadable.

Was he really okay with it? Was he creeped out by the way Dean cut in? Was he actually annoyed that he'd have to be with Dean?

All great questions, with sadly no answers. Because Dean would have to actually look at him, if he wanted any insight to what Cas was thinking, and that was so not going to happen. Not with his face still on fire.

"Alright perfect! I'll call the real estate agent, about setting up a house tour, you guys start packing? And oh, don't forget to think of your backstory so you're both on the same page! We can leave in the morning" Sam said with a too wide smile, as he pushed himself out of his chair. Sam stopped for a moment, giving him a look that Dean definitely didn't want to think about right now, before turning down the hall with a skip in his step.

Yup, this was definitely all Sam's fault.

Heart still racing in his chest, Dean braves a look over at Cas.

And a bit of relief floods through him when he catches those blue eyes. Cas seemed fine, doesn't look angry or disgusted at the thought of doing this thing with Dean. So he counts that as a win, and his heart rate slows a bit, but he still doesn't know what Cas is thinking, and he needs to know.

But he doesn't dare say anything, because at this point anything could come out of his mouth, and that's definitely not a risk Dean's willing to take after the mini heart attack he just suffered. So, awkward silence it was until Cas decides to speak up.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, Cas slumps forward folding his hands on the table as he stares over at Jack. Dean follows his gaze, watching Jack knock over his lopsided block tower with an excited shriek. A small smile tugs at his lips.

"Dean, I still think this is reckless" Cas sighs and Dean turns back, finding his eyes trained on him, filled with worry.

Dean's smile slips at the sight, his heart clenching and he pretends not to know the real reason why.

Things were already...weird between him and Cas lately, and now his dumbass had to go and make it worse. Because what the hell was he thinking suggesting they take this hunt, bring along the kid, and practically beg to pretend to live with Cas. Jesus, Cas is probably beyond creeped out and angry.

Dean has to fix this.

"Cas, listen I'm sorry it was a stupid idea-I don't even know why I said it. Because now we're putting Jack in danger-and it's not fair that you're gonna have to be stuck pretending to be married to me because I-I'm gonna go find Sam and we can just call the whole thing off, and he can contact that other family an-"

"Dean, no stop I want to do the hunt" Cas cut in quickly, effectively stopping Dean's rambling.

"But yo-"

"I said I still thought it was reckless, and it is-to bring Jack along I mean. But Sam's right he's barely gotten out of the bunk-we've all barely gotten out of here, so I think it'll be good for all of us. And besides Jack has his powers" Cas replied, gaze shifting back to Jack.

Dean let out a breathe he didn't realize he was holding. Cas wasn't angry at him, he wanted to go on the hunt. And he didn't seem too torn up about doing it with Dean so-

"Jack will have us to protect him the entire time. And I'm glad it's with you, I feel safer about the whole endeav-not that Sam isn't a phenomenal hunter. He is, but let's face it he isn't the world's best babysitter when it comes to Jack" Cas said turning back to Dean with an amused smile.

He's of course talking about the last time Sam watched Jack, where they walked in to see Sam trying to coax Jack off the ceiling into a laundry basket piled with blankets.

Dean couldn't help crack a smile at Cas' little joke. The squirming feeling had disappeared, leaving Dean feeling much calmer about the whole thing as he relaxed in his chair.

They'd be fine, this would be just like any other hu-

"So, Sam mentioned a backstory? Should we come up with that now, so we aren't caught off guard when someone asks?" Cas suggested, eyes staring into Dean's.

And just like that, Dean's calm had left the building.

"Uh yeah sure. Let's do th-let's start with how we met" Dean managed, now that his throat had gone dry again.

"Well, we met September 19th, 2008 in a barn in-"

"Okay September 2008, we can use that-but let's turn the barn into a bar instead? I saw you sitting at the bar alone, bought you a drink, we started talking, boom the rest is history" Dean raced, wanting very much to be done with this conversation.

"Dean, people always seem to be interested in these kinds of stories. We're probably going to need more information if anyone is going to buy it"

Damnit. Cas had a point, stupid angel always has to be right. So he puffed out a breathe, unclenching his fists under the table.

Breathe Winchester. It's just some fake story.

"Alright alright, so I saw you at the bar, you looked lonely so I bought you a drink and we got to talking. You uh...just got out of a long relationship with a bad ex, and I had just been through hell and back with my job-"

"Oh I see, like me rebelling against heaven, and you literally going to hel-"

"Yeah genius how'd you crack that cod" Dean quipped only to be cut off by a swift kick to the shin. Cas shot him a smug smile causing Dean to roll his eyes, and his stomach definitely did not flip.

Get it together Winchester

"So you helped me through a terrible breakup, and I helped you through the stress of your job. In a way we saved each other, which isn't so different from our real story" Cas continues.

And Dean swears his friggin heart stopped, Cas' words knocking the wind out of him.

God Dean should have stopped thi-

"By the way, what is your job going to be?" Cas questioned with his usual tilt of the head that definitely did not send Dean's heart racing even faster.

"Don't care you pick" Dean managed to force out, as he tried to gain control of his anxiety.

"A mechanic, I think. You love working on Baby, I think you'd enjoy getting to fix and help other people's cars for a living" Cas suggested in the most sincere tone Dean's ever heard. And how Dean somehow managed a nod of approval through his internal breakdown, he'll never know.

"Alright, so you pick what my job is then" Cas smiled softly, either not noticing Dean's panic or clearly ignoring it. Dean was grateful for either option.

Dean managed to reign in his stupid freak out long enough to get his brain working.

"A college professor-maybe like English lit or something. I know you like to read, and you always like to talk to about the books after you finish them. That is if you wa-"

"I think that's perfect, it sounds like a nice career"

"Great, so met in September 2008, mechanic and English Professor helped each other through their crap. Now they're moving to the suburbs to grill burgers in the backyard and fight to get the kid into a good preschool. Sounds like we've go-"

"Oh, we need a wedding anniversary" Cas cut in.

And yeah Dean's 100% sure his heart stopped this time.

How could Dean be so stupid, they wouldn't have to just pretend to be together (which was difficult enough within itself, for reasons he'd rather not discuss), they'd have to be married. Of course he knew this logically, but since his mouth had a friggin mind of it's own, he wasn't really thinking about the implications.

Married. To Cas. With a kid. A family.

And god, Dean couldn't even sa-no he's so not unboxing that right now.

"Uh, got married in our backyard. Just pick any date" Dean said weakly once he found his voice.

Cas was silent for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he nodded to himself

"November 2nd, 2017"

And that was the final hit. Dean was sent spiraling, losing any control he had regained.

The day Cas got out of the empty, the night he called Dean, the night Dean tried to-

"Alright, good. Sounds like we've got everything covered. I'm gonna get a start on packing, why don't you put Squirt over there down for his nap" Dean said jumping to his feet and quickly made his way to his room without a glance backwards. He feels like shit for leaving Cas just sitting there, but he had to get away before he really lost it.

Dean carefully tries not to slam his door and flops down on his bed. His thoughts buzz around in his skull, while about ten different emotions wash over him all at once. With a groan he reaches out and punches his mattress, which doesn't do much of anything seeing as its memory foam.

God what the hell had he gotten himself into.

He just agreed to be fake married to his best friend and live in a house in the suburbs with a 18 month old child.

He was crazy. He didn't even know why he said anythi-god who was he kidding. Of course he knew why he said it, he just didn't know why he let himself say them out loud. Now he's gonna have to play house with Cas and Jack for at least a week, when he can't even admit to himself th-

No. He can't let any of that get in the way. He can't throw himself a pity party just because Cas doesn-this stupid hunt was his own stupid fault, also partially Sam's (Dean's still sticking to that, thank you very much)

This is still a hunt, there are lives at stake. He can stow it. For everyone's sake.

So Dean sighs running his hands through his hair as he racked his mind for what he'd have to pack. On autopilot he began grabbing his clothes and usual crap, shoving it into his bag. As he zipped it up, his eyes landed on a box in the top of his closet.

In a flash he had the box down, lid off, sitting on his lap. Dean reached inside, pulling out two rings and his stomach flipped at the sight.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night.

The next morning they were all in the garage packing up the trunk, getting ready to leave for their two day drive. Sam said the real estate agent was ecstatic that they were interested in the house. Must be a hard sell since the last three owners died inside.

Dean was strapping Jack into his car seat, rings weighing his pocket down, like a boulder.

"I'm gonna grab the last bag from the kitchen" Sam announced as he jogged out of the garage.

Well, it was now or never. So Dean drew in a shaky breath and walked around the car.

"Uh Cas, here" Dean said lamely, holding out a ring between his fingers.

Cas tilted his, eyes widening at the object.

"We're uh, supposed to be married right? So we need rings ya know" Dean continued unsure of how to proceed.

Cas nodded in understanding, carefully taking it from Dean's fingers, and slipped onto his left hand.

Dean gasped, and quickly tried to cover it up

"Uh yeah sorry of it's too tight, it's mind from years ago. I used to wear a few of them all the time, but they hurt like a bitch when you gotta deck someone" Dean rambled, face heating up.

"It's perfect, thank you" Cas smiled, meeting his eyes.

The squirming feeling was back, and squirmier than ever.

"What about you?" Cas asked looking at Dean's empty fingers.

"Oh! I've got my mom's old wedding ring. Had it resized to fit years ago, so I figured it would work" Dean rushed, pulling the second ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto his finger.

When he looked up again, Cas was staring at him with a look Dean had never seen on him before. It made his heart skip a beat in his chest.

"Alright! You guys ready to go?" Sam called as he walked back through the door, causing both of them to jump.

Moment ruined.

Without a word, they quickly climbed into the Impala. As Dean went to turn the key, his eyes traveled to the rearview mirror.

Jack giggling in his car seat as Cas wiggled his stuffed rabbit right above his head. Cas suddenly looked up catching his eye in the mirror, giving him a soft smile, which Dean found himself easily returning.

His eyes slid over to Sam, who was staring at the ring on his finger. Then Sam met his eyes, offering him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

So Dean quickly snapped his attention forward, and turned the key a bit too hard.

Yeah, Dean was fucked.

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