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[jikonema]

pretty little baby owww

Drew a little friend ♡

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!❤❤❤

[Mabli on Michael Sheen's lap and in front of them dolls of Aziraphale and Crowley]

Mabli: Daddy.

[Michael points at Aziraphale] Daddy. [and then he points at Crowley] Who's that?

Mabli: Mmmmmm. Uncle David.

[sir-balderdash-the-bard]

He makes a pleased noise at having won, pulls a sheet over the two of them (probably too warm for blankets), and presses a kiss over their ribbon.

“And you’ve given me a future. Goodnight, my love. I can’t wait either.”

The promised day has arrived, and Sir Percival Balderdash is waiting patiently for his love to come through the portal to his rooms. Several suitcases are arranged around him, and he’s sitting on a heavy wooden trunk while fiddling with the computer that controls his portals. He’s dressed in a rather garish button up and short shorts, his usual sunglasses pushed up on his forehead.

((@exactinglywormish :3))

[gravegoer]

OMG I love your last sevika work💖😍

Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?🥹👉👈

Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much 💖 (my girl deserve a rest )

Taking care of her ✧₊⁺

thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!

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You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.

But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.

"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."

She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.

Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.

You just being her cute little wife made her melt.

On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.

Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.

Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.

While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.

She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.

She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.

When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.

When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.

Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.

She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.

One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.

Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)

Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.

Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.

When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.

But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.

When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.

"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.

This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."

You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.

Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"

You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"

"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.

Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.

"Join me?"

thank you for the ask ! this was fun to write and i hope for more asks in the future :) my inbox is always open !! and as always reblogs and kudos are always appreciated let me know if you liked this <𝟑 .ᐟ

[ratdek3]

i love this photoshoot

[burninblood]

BuckyNat in Thunderbolts: Doomstrike #5 (2025)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[blogwithanartdog]

Lil Petey's favorite place to sleep 🤗

[nihildenial]

he brought u some flowers bc he thinks ur hair is pretty :)

[sapphos-subordinate]

i love how a majority of tumblr just agrees to the fact that mira, zoey, and rumi are a throuple. polytrix for life dude

[gleafer]

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR!

The ineffables strolling into the sunset. Snippet from my Patreon comic “Crowley’s Very Bad, No Good Day” landing in the 15th

[wvyik]

WHAT WE’VE ALWAYS KNOWN.

dean winchester x gn! reader

ꕤ summary: after a long hunt, you and dean are alone in the bunker, the silence heavier than usual. tonight, with no excuses left, the truth slips out — you were never just friends.

♯ warnings: mutual pining, idiots in love finally figuring it out, lingering touches™, friends to lovers, accidental confession but not really, one bed trope’s emotional cousin: one heavy silence, touch starved but in denial, pure fluff, eventual kissing.

♯ notes: hi everyone !! yeah, trying to capture tension between two people who are literally too shy to admit their feelings is a workout. my vape broke while writing this lmaoo.. (つ╥﹏╥)つ

The drive back to the bunker was silent, save for the occasional hum of the Impala’s engine. The case had been a tough one — blood, sweat, and a lot of swearing, and you both were wiped. Dean drove with his usual focus, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear shift, his posture stiff from hours of hunting. You sat next to him, your mind buzzing, but you didn’t feel like talking. Not right now, anyway..

The thing about being with Dean, hunting with him for years, traveling together, relying on each other through all kinds of shit — was that it never really felt like you were just ‘friends.’ You were close, sure, but it had always been more than that. And lately? Lately it felt like something was shifting, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

You glanced at him when he let out a small sigh, his eyes flicking toward you for a second before quickly turning back to the road. You could feel the tension, thick in the air between you two, but neither of you acknowledged it.

The drive took longer than it needed to, probably because neither of you had much to say, but when the Impala finally rolled to a stop in the bunker’s driveway, you both seemed to breathe out a collective sigh of relief.

You pulled yourself out of the car, the cool night air hitting your face, and stretched. The quiet of the bunker felt heavier than usual, like the world outside was just waiting. Waiting for you both to acknowledge... anything, really

“So,” Dean broke the silence, his voice rough from the long night, “what’s the plan? Sleep?”

You gave a tired nod, but something about the way he said it caught your attention. His eyes were on you again, but there was something different in them. Something… softer.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

You both walked inside, and there was this weird sense of being alone together that you didn’t quite know how to handle. Dean went straight for the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge like he always did. You hesitated for a moment before following him, your feet dragging slightly.

“Long day,” he muttered, cracking open the bottle and taking a swig, still standing by the counter. You nodded, but for some reason, your heart was racing a little. You didn’t know why. It was just Dean. Your hunting partner. Your best friend.

Except that, lately, every little thing about him was making you feel… something. His voice. The way his lips would curl into that half-smile. The way he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

You looked up from the floor, catching him watching you. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker in his eyes, a hesitation in his stance that made your heart beat faster.

“You good? Nothin' hurts? I swear, if any of these assholes laid a hand on you—” he asked, his voice low, quieter than usual.

You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. “No, im alright. Just tired. You?”

“Same,” Dean replied, glancing around like he was searching for something. “But, uh… you know, it’s just…”

There was this pause— an awkward, kind of heavy one— and for a moment, neither of you moved. It was like the world outside the bunker had faded away, leaving just the two of you in the silence. The kind of silence that used to be comfortable, but now felt like something more, something you couldn’t ignore.

You shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling a little too warm. “What is it, Dean?” you asked softly, unsure of where this was going but needing to know.

He cleared his throat and took another sip of beer, avoiding your gaze for a second, like he was working up the courage to say something. “I don’t know,” he said finally, his voice quieter, almost unsure. “It’s just… I don’t get it. Why is it that when it’s just the two of us, I can’t stop thinking about… well, us?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a second, you couldn’t breathe. You just stood there, processing what he had said, watching him like he was waiting for you to say something. Anything.

But you didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched on until you could almost feel the weight of it pressing against your chest.

You cleared your throat, your fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket. “Yeah, me too,” you finally said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “I don’t know why, either.”

Dean’s gaze softened a little, and he stepped closer, just a few steps, but it felt like he was right in front of you. Close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket, the faint scent of wood and whiskey.

His hand brushed against your arm, a lingering touch that sent a jolt through you. Neither of you moved, both of you caught in this strange, unspoken tension that had been building for who knew how long. You could feel his breath on your skin, and the space between you seemed to shrink with every second that passed.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a soft, almost reluctant sigh, Dean stepped even closer, just inches away now. His eyes searched yours like he was looking for something— an answer, maybe, or some sign that you felt the same.

“I think… I think I’ve been fighting it,” Dean murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges, like he was wrestling with his own thoughts. “Fighting this feeling. But I can’t anymore.”

Your heart was thundering in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. “Dean…” you started, but your words faltered as his hand came up, brushing the side of your face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think you know what I mean.” His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and you could see the question in them, the uncertainty. But there was something else, too. Something you couldn’t ignore anymore. Something that made your heart race even faster.

Without thinking, your hand reached up, brushing against his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into your fingertips. The touch was enough to make him lean in just a little, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost questioning kiss. But as soon as they met, you both seemed to relax into it, the world falling away as everything clicked into place.

The kiss was slow at first, like you were both savoring the moment. But the longer it lasted, the more it deepened, the more you both let go of the hesitation that had been holding you back. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you responded in kind, your arms wrapping around him as you pressed into the kiss, feeling the heat of him against you.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you breathing a little heavier. The silence that followed was different from before— softer, warmer, like you had finally found the right words without saying a thing.

Dean’s lips curled into that familiar half-smile, but this time it was different. There was something in his eyes that made your heart flutter.

“I… I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered, his voice almost a little strained as if the words had been stuck in him for so long. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m done pretending like I don’t.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the world around you seemed to stop, everything else fading into the background. You took a sharp breath, looking up at him, the truth of his words settling in your chest like a weight you never knew you needed to carry.

“Dean,” you breathed, your hand coming up to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble there. “I love you too. I always have.”

His eyes softened, and for the first time in a long while, you saw him so completely open. No walls. No defenses. Just him. And it was everything you had been waiting for. His lips curved into that slow, gentle smile of his, one that spoke volumes without him having to say another word.

“I guess we’re not so good at hiding it, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

“No,” you whispered back, pulling him close again, as if the closeness could make the moment last forever. You chuckled softly an continued,

“We’re terrible at it.”

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