#not intentionally! just that they get excited and needs something to bite

[webonchin]

I am in a good mood so I went back to some sketches that I had lying around of the little baby nightmare (context from the last part here!)

Some people had said that Corinthian would be a big fan of Dusk and I agree , they should hang around + doodle of eating some pancakes so you can see the chompers

[delicious-in-imagines]

Nsfw headcannons for Laios, Mithrun and Kabru??? 👀👀

I love them very much 😁 (I'm soooo normal for them, so so so normal)

*rubs my grubby lil hands together* :)))

NSFW below the cut, as per usual! Spoilers for Mithrun!

Requests are still OPEN!

Laios Touden

You have the full authority to bully this man - I promise you that he enjoys it. He wants to be so good for you, sitting on his legs as he looks up at you, awaiting each and every instruction. For him, it's all about fulfilling your desires and wishes, anything you ask of him, you don't need to repeat yourself.

Grope and grasp at his body, that little bit of extra padding that he has, and feel free to add some stinging remarks to the fondling. His chest is especially sensitive, Laios letting out the cutest little gasps as you take a handful each and squeeze. That adorable blush of his will paint across his skin and up his neck, even to the tips of his ears as you coo and sneer at him in equal measure.

He loves to have you on top of him, riding him into the earth as he holds at your waist like a lifeline. He'll babble out whatever he's thinking, usually interrupting himself while he's gasping about how beautiful/handsome you are on top of him, how thankful he is to have you in his life.

We all saw the way he ties ropes, but this man is no rigger - he's a bunny through and through. He'll teach you each and every knot that he knows, showing where to place them on his body while he can barely contain his excitement as each line grows taut. Eventually, he's wrapped up for you like a pretty little package, blushing and already fixing to burst at the seams.

He's usually starving after sex, so grabbing a bite is definitely part of his aftercare. He'll offer you up some food as well, lingering by your side and enjoying the warmth of your bodies, and the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. He's always got this dopey smile on his face after the deed, something that lingers even while he conks out afterwards.

Kabru of Utaya

Kabru is a 'try anything once' sort of guy, so if you come up to him asking to try something new in the bedroom, he's not going to shoot you down. There are some things that he might need some coaxing on, especially if it involves inflicting pain on you - though he is conscious of the fact that he won't know his limits until he pushes against them, at least a little.

He loves to have his hands bound under him, the slight burn in his shoulders and the grating from trying to 'struggle' his way out of his bindings. It leaves him at your mercy, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes as you take your fill of him, knowing that he's 'powerless' to stop your roaming hands and teasing mouth.

The trust between you is a turn on to him all on its own. Knowing that at any given point, he could say the word and you would stop without any hesitation is part of the thrill. It's the safety within those walls that gives you both the freedom to explore your desires - and knowing you're enjoying yourself is intoxicating in its own right.

When he's alone, or sometimes if you're interested, he'll engage in orgasm denial, squeezing the base of his length, or using a snug ring to stop his pleasure in its tracks. You can keep this up until he's weeping from both his eyes and his arousal, paired with the previously mentioned bindings, he'll be begging for release which only you can provide - if you're feeling merciful.

A bath after your activities is a must, not only to wipe away any sweat and fluids, but also to just enjoy some casual nudity and each other's presence. He'll pay extra attention to any marks that he's made, rubbing gently against them while you talk about what went well, things to try next time, etc., ...

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

The easiest way to work Mithrun up intentionally is to clamber into his lap, draping your arms around his neck and drawing him close. After a display like that, you're not getting away from him. If you try to pull away he'll settle his hands on your hips and grip you closer. It's only after some heated frottage or Mithrun sparing a moment to teleport whatever offending articles of clothing away to get to both your arousals that he'll finally let you go.

Any undue attention towards you from anyone is another quick way to get him riled up. He'll grab your wrist to tug you away, sometimes sending the offender outside of the walls, before pinning you to a nearby wall with barely any semblance of privacy to have his wicked way with you. He'll press teeth and open-mouthed kisses to the length of your neck, his actions speaking where his lips would not.

An easy way to turn the tables on him is to speak so sweetly to him, calling him handsome, cooing at him and complimenting him. It knocks him off balance, and it's the perfect chance to get him on bottom. Lavishing his body in reverent touches and kisses, he turns into a mess, and will often bring a hand up to try and hide his face.

The two of you have a fair collection of toys - though usually it's to use on him. Part of his newfound desires is the exploration and deepening of those, and the more that you can potentially overwhelm him during those intimate moments, the better. Little enchanted trinkets that with a tiny bit of mana can vibrate, or some select pieces that Fleki or Lycion suggested to the pair of you embarrassingly enough, the potential is endless.

All of the aftercare will fall to you. Making sure that he eats something light and rehydrates, knowing that you'll both probably need to rest pretty soon after. On some rare occasions though, he'll still your hand and check you over, rubbing and pressing kisses to some of the harsh marks that he's left behind - his favorite reminders that you choose to stay with him, that he's your first pick, even if you could have anyone else.

[konigsblog]

Now I need to get my nipples pierced by piercer!ghost

piercer!ghost will absolutely pierce your nipples, and he'll be so intentionally rough on you that he leaves bruises and marks all along your breasts. :(

simon's grip is so firm and cruel. two, large and calloused hands gripping your soft waist, moving his large hands up to your soft breasts as he massages them gently and tenderly, slapping your titties playfully and hushing you when you moan a little too loudly for his liking. you squirm at the wet and painful sensation of his teeth against your nipples, getting you sensitive and rough as he roughens you up, making sure you're able to take him well.

only then, when you're raw and sore will he pierce your nipple. you bite his gloved, thick fingers, chest rising and falling as he moves onto the second again, keeping you from passing out.

oh, you're unsure how to take care of them? just come over to his apartment, he'll take care of them with the payment being something more exciting... ;3

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐅𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌: {Smut Request}You’re about to go to bed. Kylian is needy, but you’re a little apprehensive because you’re on your period. Kylian doesn’t mind, and he convinces you into having raw period sex. There’s a first time for everything.

The day was finally to end, you couldn’t be more excited. You laid in bed, nose deep in your book as you waited for kylian to come out into the bedroom.

Since your back was to the door, you heard Kylian walk into the room rather than see him. You felt the bed dip behind you singling that kylian has finally got in it. You shut your book placing it on the nightstand.

You were about to say something to kylian, but your words were stolen when you felt his soft lips on your neck.

“Need you, mi amor.” His hands snaked around your body to under your shirt. You felt him squeeze your boobs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself pulse from his touch.

You so badly wanted kylian to fuck you senseless, but unfortunately you had started your period a few days ago which meant you were bleeding a lot.

“kylian I can’t.”

His kissing didn’t stop on your neck.

“I’m on my period.”

Kylian stops, “I don’t care.” He whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. “I can still fuck you.”

“kylian that’s messy.”

You felt kylian chuckle against your neck. “We have a shower..”

You turn your head looking into his brown eyes. He raised his eyebrows at you hoping you would take up his offer.

You laughed. “Ok fine.” You pull the blanket off getting out of bed. Kylian does the same, racing to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

You laughed as you walk into the bathroom. One by one you pull off your clothes, tossing them on the floor, until you were bare you slip under the water letting it engulf you.

Kylian wasn’t far behind. After taking off his sweats he slip in to the shower. The moment the shower door closed his lips were on yours.

A moan escaped your throat as kylian hands grabs your waist. You could feel his boner against your lower stomach.

Your hand guided down kylian lower ab slowly, and stopped just above his cock. Kylian grunted making you smirk against his lips.

Kylian pulled away from your lips, His hand wraps lightly around your neck as he spoke. “You’re a fucking tease. Turn around.”

You turn around like kylian said, now facing the shower door that was already fogging up.

Kylian hand goes back to your waist. He pulls your ass up against his crotch. A wicked grin graced your face as You intentionally grind against him.

“Ky, I thought you wanted to fuck me so bad. What’s taking you so long?”

You turned your head looking over your shoulder at him.

“you’re so impatient.” He says with an eye roll.

Kylian takes his cock in his hand. He places the tip at your hole for a second, then pushing into your tight cunt slowly so he can savor the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck.” You moan, hands pressing up against the glass as he got deeper in you.

His grip on your waist was tight as he hissed. Kylian pulled out of you before driving back into you.

The sound of your moan fills the shower up right along with the sound of your skin meeting. Kylian kept plunging into you. You felt heavenly making him throw his head back and grunt.

“Fuck! Cette chatte est incroyable!” (this pussy is amazing.)

You had no idea what he just said. Partially because you didn’t understand french and the other part because he was fucking you so good.

The head of his cock brushed over your g spot now making you whine.

“Kylian.. shit, baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah you’re going to cum Ma fille?” kylian let go of your waist with one hand and brings it to your clit. He draws circles over it.

“jouis pour moi jolie fille. Je veux t'entendre. Jouis sur ma bite." (cum for me pretty girl. I wanna hear you. Cum on my cock)

A gasped followed by a moan left your mouth as you came. You tried your best to keep yourself up against the shower door as kylian keep thrusting in and out of you.

He didn’t stop until he shoot his load into you with a heavy pant. "Putain, mon amour.”

You and Kylian took a moment to catch your breaths.

When you were both ready, kylian pulled out of you. You whimpered at the lost contact.

You and kylian stayed in the sho washing off. When finished, you both slipped out and put on some fresh sleeping clothes.

The clock read 12am when you slipped under the blanket again, getting cozy against kylian. “I had a fun night.” You mumbled. Your eyes were shut since sleep was taking over you.

Kylian chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I know.”

“Maybe we can do that again tomorrow.”

“Maybe. Now get some sleep Amour.”

--

My writing is getting so bad. Sorry if this sucks, I got brain fog

Also I got my Masterlist finished. Just going to write a couple more request

[onthepyre]

The six-pack clinks as Mickey walks. It's fucking annoying, if he's honest, and he'd slow down a little to get it to stop if Ian wasn't waiting for him. He is, though, and Mickey is tightly-wound and sweating in spite of the cool night air. It's been more than a week since he's seen him like this; Mickey's itching for a fix.

Ian sits in the doorway of the dugout, smoking and staring blankly out. Mickey hands over the beers, grabbing one for himself, and plucks the cigarette from Ian's mouth. He takes a drag, searching for the taste of Ian's spit within the smoke. It's hard to find, but it's there. Cigarette held between his lips, he pulls out a knife and pops the lid off the bottle, watching out of the corner of his eye as Ian does the same. Mickey waits for him to speak first.

“Been too long,” he says after a gulp of beer. He glances up at Mickey, begging for something akin to agreement

“What, you missed me? It's been, like, a week. Fuckin’ faggot.” Ian laughs, but it's dry, humorless.

“So what if I did?”

Ian looks up at the stars, but his free hand comes to his belt buckle. He undoes it like that, one-handed, staring upward instead of at Mickey. It's going to drive him insane.

“Jesus, let me at least finish my beer before you start talkin’ like that.” Mickey drops the cigarette now, crushes it under his heel. He chugs the rest of the drink while Ian leans his up against the wall of the dugout, stands, and approaches. Mickey drops the bottle on the ground and watches him. He walks slowly, intentionally, with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. Mickey has never wanted anything more in his life.

Mickey refuses to make first contact. He waits for Ian to link a finger through his belt loop and yank, knocking them together, before he braces his hands low on Ian's hips. A hand grips his hair and forces his head up, and Mickey can't keep the grin off his face.

“Yeah, I missed you,” Ian murmurs, directly into Mickey's ear. Goosebumps run along his spine.

“Get on with it, Gallagher.” He wants it to be a bark, but it comes out quieter than he means — almost pleading. He gulps, and clearly Ian hears it because he chuckles. Without his input, Mickey's fingers grip Ian's hips even tighter, and this, finally, is what gets him to shove them apart. Ian, stumbling almost backwards under the cover of the dugout, pulls off his belt and unbuttons his pants, and Mickey couldn't possibly do anything but follow him.

—

Ian's panting when they finish; he holds his position for a moment or two before shoving himself off Mickey to return to his forgotten beer. He tugs his pants back on and presses his back to the wall, sliding down it to sit on the dirt floor. Ian watches as Mickey stays put, bent over the window, trying to regulate his own breathing. He pulls his pants up but doesn't move otherwise. He wants Ian to come back.

“Maybe I missed you too,” he mumbles, unable to bite it back any longer. The shame of it burns his chest and face, but Ian can keep a secret, he knows — why not this one?

“Really?” Ian asks, incredulous. It's then that Mickey stands up and turns around, though he still keeps his eyes on the walls.

“Don't you get too fuckin’ excited, these ain't wedding vows.” Mickey reaches for another bottle and drinks about a third of it in one sip. He needs it, for the field day he's just given Ian.

“I'm not. It's just… nice to hear.” Mickey rolls his eyes, but then he finally looks directly at Ian. He's smiling from ear to ear. Yeah, right, you're not.

Mickey formulates a dozen insults, but he can't find the guts to spit any of them with the way Ian is looking at him. He sits instead, next to him but with a good few feet of space. Ian's still shirtless, and the contrast between his pale skin and the dark fabric of his jeans is definitely not driving Mickey crazy. Neither are his unreasonable pecs, or the dusting of freckles on his shoulders, and absolutely not the trail of red hair below his navel. He's struck with the urge to put his mouth to Ian's. Instead, he looks away.

Ian gets bold; this, at least, is typical despite the newness of what he does. Mickey is shocked by the sensation of something wet and hot — Ian's tongue — against his neck. He jerks away, but not too far. Ian, propped on one hand, looks up at him, a silent question.

Mickey can't help it. He nods.

Ian propels himself forward and knocks Mickey to the ground. On top of him now, Ian licks at the hollow under Mickey's ear while he clings desperately to him for some kind of stability. Mickey's gasping for air all over again, and this is a new kind of burn. With the minimal capacity of thought he has left, he wonders why they weren't doing this sooner. Ian travels lower and starts nipping at Mickey's skin.

“Don't you fuckin’ dare leave marks,” Mickey says. It comes out breathy and in a heavy stutter. The shame creeps back in, but the heat of Ian's mouth overwhelms it. Ian hums quietly and continues his work. It takes every ounce of concentration in Mickey's body not to make noise. Ian tugs the collar of his shirt to the side and hits a sensitive spot on his clavicle, and Mickey fails to suppress a whine. He doubles down, and all Mickey can do is press his bitten-down nails into Ian's back and gasp.

Ian detaches himself, and it takes mountains of self restraint for Mickey not to grab his head and put it right back where it was, or lower. But he has other ideas. Ian's got his gaze fixed on Mickey's lips, and he's leaning in. Mickey dodges.

There's hurt in Ian's eyes, though, and they're all alone, and Mickey thinks he might love him. So he takes Ian's cheeks in his hands and pulls him down.

If he's honest, Ian's breath stinks. He tastes of beer and smoke and something Mickey can't place. He's sure his own is worse, though, and none of that really matters because Ian has his tongue deep in Mickey's mouth. He kisses with a fiery urgency and Mickey can hardly keep up.

After… five minutes? An hour? Mickey has no idea how much time has passed; Ian tears his face away. He stays close enough that their noses are still touching, and he's breathing into Mickey's mouth. He feels Ian's lips move when he speaks.

“You want to go again?”

And fuck, Mickey was right, he does love him.

[fanby-fckry]

Random Facts About UH3 Alastor:

His father was an on-again-off-again feature in his and his mother’s lives until Alastor was 12, and is a big part of why Alastor has BPD traits and gets along better with women than men.

(If you’re new to this AU, or missed my other Cluster B Alastor posts, hi! Author has BPD and accidentally projected onto Alastor. Now I write him as intentionally having multiple Cluster B traits that I do, as well as the ones implied by canon.)

His parents weren’t married – to each other; Alastor has a stepmother he’s never met and doesn’t want to meet.

He claims that drinking was more fun during Prohibition because it was illegal.

He has rose-colored glasses regarding the previous fact; Prohibition-era Alastor absolutely complained about how much harder it was to get alcohol after the ban went through.

He doesn’t view nudity as inherently sexual.

He’s still more comfortable with others’ nudity than his own because he equates it to vulnerability.

He’s panaesthetic and bisensual. He doesn’t know those terms even exist, but picking microlabels helps my writing stay more consistent.

His aesthetic attraction isn’t based at all on gender, but he tends to feel more comfortable with physical affection from women than from men, which skews the sensual attraction a bit.

He can be sensually attracted to men and is sensually attracted to Lucifer, but 1.) it’s rarer and/or takes longer for Alastor to develop sensual attraction to a man, and 2.) Lucifer isn’t a man in the human gender binary sense of the word.

Lucifer is the only nonbinary person Alastor has ever felt any kind of attraction to, but that has more to do with lack of exposure to nonbinary people than anything regarding Alastor’s tertiary orientations.

Alastor may or may not have some gender fuckery of his own going on, but I doubt I’ll ever be exploring that in the main series.

I would describe Alastor’s gender as “man by default.” He doesn’t think about it very often. He’s not exactly an egg; it’s not that he’s in denial or unaware that being something besides a man is an option, it’s that he doesn’t care enough to pick a different label. He’s not dysphoric about being a man, but he’s not supper attached to the idea, either.

I think if he was born into Gen Z, he might identify as agender or cassgender, but as it stands, he inhabits the liminal space between, “I don’t feel strongly about my gender, which means I’m cis,” and “I don’t feel strongly about my gender, which means I’m not cis.” (Both valid experiences, btw.)

He’s 100% the type of person to tell a traumatic story from his childhood as if it’s a funny one and not understand why everyone’s looking at him like that.

He legitimately thinks that these stories are funny, because he’s twisted them around in his mind as an attempt to cope, but they retain enough of the original detail that on the rare occasion he decides to joke about them out loud, people go, “that’s kinda fucked up, actually.”

He has low empathy, but not no empathy. Every now and again, he does actually get some empathy, and every time he does it feels like a slap in the face – surprising and very unpleasant. If he could turn it off entirely, he probably would.

Remorse is a similar ordeal, rare but not unheard of, and he actively denies feeling it.

I started to write more about Alastor’s relationship with the concept of remorse, and remorse vs regret, but honestly, it needs its own post.

I projected a lot of my ace experience onto him, including the idea that kissing is boring 9 times out of 10. Not necessarily unpleasant, just… Boring. If there’s blood or biting or some form of D/s element, then it can be exciting, but otherwise we don’t get it.

[automaticroadpeachdragon]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

⚠️REPOSTED⚠️

So I realized that I had accidentally copied only half of my notes of this fanfic lol. So I’m going to repost it all over again so you can get the whole thing. Nothing too shabby.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

Kate knew she was asking for it when she started flirting with America. But she just couldn’t help it, Yelena had ignored her all day due to a fight they had the previous night.

It was a very stupid fight— a fight Kate had started intentionally. But Yelena had been acting like a bitch the past couple of days for no reason and Kate was at her end worth with it. So she said something, which didn’t resolve in the best of ways. And yeah, Kate knew Yelena had her baggage worth of insecurities, she understood that the widow was still trying to work with them. But that didn’t mean she had to take it out on her, in any way or form. It wasn’t fair to either of them and so Kate let Yelena know that.

But things got a bit messy and then Yelena ended up sleeping on the couch. Yeah, Kate knew she was in the right for saying something to her so she figured Yelena was just upset because for once she was in the wrong.

Yelena hated being wrong.

And originally, Kate was going to apologize that following morning. But then Yelena had disappeared and here they were…

Yelena had yet to say anything to the archer, which only spurred on her frustration. So when she got the chance, she took it. Knowing damn well flirting with America would catch her attention.

And sure enough, it worked.

Kate could feel Yelena’s eyes on her from a mile away, piercing the back of her head and sending shockwaves through her body like an electric current.

But Kate wanted to push her boundaries, she wanted Yelena’s attention on her. So when Kate draped her arm over America’s shoulder— the assassin snapped.

“That is it,” Yelena growled. “You are done here.”

Kate bid her goodbyes to America with a ‘Thank You’ and a wink as she was dragged out of the hub and into the alley. For a good while, as they walked, Yelena was quiet. But her breathing was high and frantic, angry.

“Yelena—“

“Don’t.”

“Yelena—“

Yelena turns, pushing Kate up against the side of a brick building. “I said. Be. Quiet.”

Kate whimpers excitedly and obeys.

Got her.

“So now you want to listen?” Yelena mocks.

Kate doesn’t respond, a heart in between her legs growing the angrier Yelena gets.

She’s so fucking hot when she’s angry.

“Answer me, Kate Bishop.” Growls the assassin.

Yelena’s hand comes to curl around her neck in a vice grip.

Kate swallows her gasp with a silent ‘Yes’ and Yelena chuckles darkly, leaning into Kate to whisper.

“There’s my good girl. Now, Kate Bishop. Tell me. Why have you been a little brat these past two evenings?”

All thoughts are consumed by Yelena now, and Kate suddenly becomes mind clouded and she can’t pinpoint her reasoning for acting out irrationally. She doesn’t respond to Yelena.

“Hmm?”

Kate opens her mouth to speak, but no words form. Yelena laughs, “Cat got your tongue, Дорогой милый ястреб?”

“I uh…I…” Kate stutters.

The hand wrapped around her neck is now in her hair— Yelena tilts her head to the side, peppering her neck with kisses. Kate bites her lip to suppress her moans.

“You’re ‘uh’ what, pretty girl?”

“Yelena—“ Kate groans. “Fuck… please.”

Yelena’s teeth scrap along the column of her throat, leaving a trail of bite marks, that lend blood to the surface. Yelena pulls back from her neck to look into the archer's eyes, which are completely hooded with wanton need.

Yelena smirks. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Красивый.”

Kate whines in defeat.

Yelena tusks. “None of that, Kate Bishop.” she steps back from Kate fully, smirking. “You are such a whiny brat.”

Kate shudders as Yelena’s eyes trail down the length of her body suit. “I must tame you.”

Kate’s eyes light up and Yelena chuckles darkly, “You should be anything but excited, pretty girl. By the time I’m done with you.. you’ll be my good pretty little Hawk.”

With those last words said, Yelena is dragging Kate away from the ally and back to their shared apartment. When they come through the doors, Yelena pushes Kate to her knees.

“I want you on the bed with your ass in the air in the next five minutes, Kate Bishop. Do you understand me?” Yelena asks in a mocking tone.

Kate nods urgently and Yelena’s smile turns genuine. “Good girl.”

Kate’s eyes fall shut at the praise and Yelena runs her hand through Kate’s hair— then suddenly, pulls her head back. Kate gasps.

“Bedroom now.” Yelena demands.

Kate gets to her feet and excitedly jolts up the stairs and into her room, removing her clothes hastily in anticipation of what was to come for her. This being Yelena’s first time having to punish Kate— well— Kate has always been a brat but with Yelena— it came so naturally that Yelena and even herself had hardly recognized it. But this was different. Kate had tethered too closely to the edge the past two days, even before their fight. Yelena was just ready to address it.

By the time Yelena made her presence known, Kate had her ass up, waiting for Yelena to strike.

“Who knew the bitch could follow a command.” sneered the assassin.

Kate whimpered.

Yelena’s fingers started their descent at the base of Kate’s spine, then lower: over her hip, her ass cheeks. Then she reeled her hand back and way laid her first spank onto the archers pale skin.

“Yelena!” Kate moaned.

“Is that how you address me, Kate Bishop?” Yelena growled, yanking Kate’s head back by her hair.

“Fuck…..” Kate muttered. “One Daddy, thank you, Daddy.”

“Hmmm.”

Yelena reeled her hand back further this time and landed her second hit on Kate’s thigh.

“Two Daddy,” Kate hissed. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” groaned Yelena. “Taking her punishment so well for me.”

Yelena reeled her hand back again, this time laying two spanks on both of Kate’s ass cheeks.

“Three Daddy!” Kate cried. “Four Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!”

Each spank to Kate’s skin— and hearing Kate cry out because of her, was much to Yelena’s ears. She wished she could live this moment for eternity.

“Eight Daddy!” Kate whimpered. “Nine Daddy, thank you Daddy!”

“Ten Daddy!”

“Eleven Daddy!”

“Twelve Daddy!”

Yelena reeled her hand back for the last time and stroke out, leaning over Kate’s form as she screamed, “Thirteen Daddy!”

Kate collapsed onto the bed after her last spank, crying softly.

Yelena pulled away and retreated to the bathroom for some aloe. Before her hand could so much as make contact, Kate pulled her head up and shook her head.

“I like the feeling of your handprints on my skin,” Kate said.

Yelena rose a brow— shrugged and but the aloe back.

“You can put it on me later, Yelena.” Kate whispered.

Yelena laid down onto her back and turned her head to meet Kate’s eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Kate shook her head. “I wanted to get your attention, Yelena. You’ve been so cold this week. You’ve snapped at me so many times that I don’t even think you, yourself realize it.”

“Little Hawk.” Yelena whispered.

“I was a brat tonight because I wanted to get your mind off things. I wanted you to spank me.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena said teasingly. “You could have just asked.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” scoffed the archer.

“Did my punishment put you back in line?” Yelena asked darkly.

Kate brought a finger up to tap her chin. “Not really, no.”

Yelena pushes up to her elbows and moves to hover over the archer. “Then maybe this time, I won’t be as forgiving. Because let me tell you something Pretty Little Hawk..”

she leaned into Kate’s ear. “You are mine to touch. Mine to savor. Mine have. Mine to punish and tame. And if anyone ever steps in my way… well… I’ll just have to show them now won’t I?”

Kate swallows. “You are so hot.”

Yelena kisses along her jaw and husks. “I know this about me, it is quite deliberate.”

“Fucking tease.”

“Careful.”

Kate leans up. “Make me.”

“I will.”

Yelena flips Kate over onto her stomach and the rest is history.

[chokingonunluckyclovers]

More about Hyper pop Punk Wally

Wally's preference: (This is mostly for those who want to ship their OCs with Wally.) His type of romantic partners are the ones that can kick his ass or are just kickass baddies. It's one of the quickest ways to win his heart. beside sharing the same interests and food. 

He has a big sweet tooth, so he eats a lot of sugary drinks and foods. Bro needs those calories because his metabolism is whack. He likes milkshakes, sugary coffee drinks, battery acid (the drink), cakes, donuts, and the like. 

He typically likes hard candy because it dilutes in his mouth, and he hates chocolate. He doesn't really like how they taste. especially dislike chocolate by themselves. He isn't a fan of gummies, as he can't consume them properly (he can't really consume solids through his mouth). Btw, Wally can eat through his eye (like the og), but he has a habit of biting, sucking the flavor or juices, then leaning his head back and spitting it in the air. which hell then eat with his eyes to properly get the nutrients? Idk why I thought of this, but I want my wallys to share traits with the OG Wally.

He likes mint candies as they hide (or mask) his smoker's breath.

Now, he doesn't take any drugs of any kind, aside from the medications his home gives him. Also, yeah, Home acts as his caretaker, making sure Wally doesn't end up getting himself killed by getting injured badly (Wally can get very badly injured at some of his fights). He doesn't take drugs, mostly due to the fact that he was pumped full of drugs in his teen years, and any recreational drugs like weed will give him a bad trip and just a bad time in general. No pharmacological drugs work on him because his body practically grew resistant to them. He refuses to do coke or meth, cuz no.

Also, the meds home give him are kind of strange cuz, 1, they can't be bought from seeming anywhere. 2. Home just seems to have a huge supply of them (not sure if I want to have home be the one making them or something). and 3, the meds are kind of scary as they make the person feel no physical pain, and weirdly enough, they seem to help relieve it as well. But the meds come with a warning (somehow it has a warning, idk) that says they are very easy to overdose on and are highly addictive. Thankfully, at home, make sure to keep Wally in check for his medications.

He likes bright, guady, colors, and fashion. Also, like alt fashion, most things are similar to punk and scenekid. He doesn't like plain white or pastels, as they remind him of the insane asylum. And he just doesn't really like soft colors or plain fashion. He likes it extreme so that he is stimulated. also doesn't do well when he has nothing to do, especially when it's quiet and calm, because he then feels like he's going insane.

He has fears of needles, being restrained, and being alone (again because of his past). Unfortunately, despite not really being a mean person at heart, he does have some anger issues (understandable so) and will at times push some boundaries, but never intentionally. but he's not afraid to insult those who kind of deserve it.

He is very affectionate with his loved ones and will shower them with love once his feelings are reciprocated (this applies both romantically and plantonically). Sometimes he gets a bit too excited about love and gets into the habit of biting. but if he is told not to do that again, he won't bite again. He respects his partners or friends boundaries and won't cross them.

but he does have a bit of a possessive side to him (which is kind of feuled by his parionoa, need for affection, and care). 

For one, he will keep an eye on them but never fully follow them around. Just whenever paths cross, he will definitely have his attention on them. He'll keep little tracks of information on them, and if ever he is invited to their place, even once, he will memorize the path. but only in case he needs to drag them back home after getting drunk or something. (He had too much experience with not knowing where to bring his drunk friends.) He will attempt to put a "tracker" (aka a little doodle of an eye or a swirl) and watch through it. So this way, he always has his eyes on them. This does come in handy when some of his friends get jumped, and he will then come running to help.

In terms of romantic relationships, he does have boundaries. Hes fine with a crazy and obessive partner, just not to the point where they try to hurt anyone who is close to Wally (does not like yanderes). But if he realizes he entered a relationship based on a lie, was used, abused, or is dating a friend's sibling (happened with Eddie's sibling Daisy), he will end the relationship.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You already ruined your friendship and might as well ruin it some more. Pairing: Pixie!Yoshinori x fem Jikan Kitsune!reader Tropes: modern fantasy au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: magic (mind reading), language Smut Warnings: 69, face sitting, handjob, oral (f receive), mommy kink, hair pulling Word Count: 1,471 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Villain by K/DA

“You really didn’t learn your lesson, did you?” You growl, bearing your teeth at your pixie friend.

Yoshi smirks, “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

Yoshi tilts his head making his half white-half brown hair flop to the side. His glittery wings flutter with excitement. You narrow your eyes at him, your tails flicking in irritation. You know that you really aren’t irritated with him. You know exactly how to get him to behave again. He knows, too. It’s exactly what he wants to happen.

“What are you gonna do about it?” he thinks.

“We talked about this, Yoshinori… you better speak out loud if you want something.”

“Where’s the fun in that? I’d like to see you try to put me in my place again.”

That was the final straw. You surge forward and grab his jaw, squishing his cheeks together slightly. His eyes have a glimmer of defiance despite clearly not having the upper hand. His thoughts are quiet even though his face is clearly telling a different story. Leaning forward, you crush your lips against his in a harsh, heated kiss. Yoshi makes a small, surprised noise when you let your hand fall to his throat. You don’t put any pressure, but it’s enough to say that you’re in control here.

“Oh, god…” he thinks, “I need something… anything…”

“You ready to use your words, pixie?” You question against his lips.

“Fuck me, please?” His tone is whiney and needy.

You pull away, eyes hooded with lust. You show your fangs slightly and watch as Yoshi’s eyebrows furrow with desperation. Even though he also has fangs of his own, he can’t help but be desperate to see the pretty bite marks you leave behind on him. Grabbing his hand, you drag him to your room. His mind is running rampant with debauched thoughts. One, however, catches your attention. The idea of sitting on his face while simply toying with him, hardly giving him any relief, sounds so delicious to you. The fact that he’s thinking about it as well only adds to the idea that he really does want you to pick him apart until he’s a completely fucked out mess.

It takes all of two minutes to have your pixie friend stripped and lying back on your bed. Yoshi is already a fucked out mess with just a few kisses, and you can’t wait to pick him apart more. Leaning over his body, you leave barely-there kisses along his jaw. In your peripheral, you can see him bucking his hips up once in a while. Still, you won’t pay attention to what he wants you to.

“Please~” he whines mentally.

The fact that he’s intentionally not saying things out loud only makes you want to ruin him more. 

“Say it out loud, Yoshi.”

“M-mommy,” he whines, “Please, I want something. Anything, please!”

You smirk and nip at his skin lightly before pulling away. Stripping all of your clothing from your body, you make eye contact with the pixie. His stardust-covered wins leave glittery marks across your bedding. Seeing it sends a flutter of something through your chest. You wouldn’t mind seeing the glittery substance there all the time.

“Put your head up on the pillows.” You guide.

Yoshi moves up further on your bed. Trails of the stardust follow his wings as he moves. You saunter over to him and climb up on the bed. At first, you think about teasing him more, but instead, you straddle yourself over his face. You’re facing toward the rest of his body. His shimmery skin makes your mind and heart reel with different thoughts, some more debauched than others. You glance down at his upper body to ensure you don’t accidentally kneel on his wings before lowering yourself just out of reach of his mouth.

“Now, you’re gonna eat me out like a good boy, and maybe I’ll reward you for it.”

“Yes, mommy.” He whimpers.

Without further conversation, you lower yourself fully onto his mouth. Yoshi instantly starts lapping at your pussy as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Every once in a while, you feel his fangs brush against you. It’s not something you expect, but you aren’t entirely upset about it either. His mind is going a mile a minute with filthy content. He’s eating you out in a way that makes you see stars, too. You reach back with one hand and tangle it in his hair, tugging lightly. You push your tails out of the way to make sure he can still have some semblance of vision even though his eyes are closed, focusing on eating you out as best he can.

“You’re doing such a good job, pretty boy. Eating mommy out so well.”

Yoshi makes a small noise reveling in the praise with the accompanied thought of “Thank you, Mommy”. Hearing him call you that out loud or in his mind sends you through even more thoughts that are far beyond anything you should say out loud. You grind against his face a bit while tugging his two-toned hair. His hips thrust up again. This time, you finally decided to give him some attention. You let your body fall forward so your elbows are against the mattress just below the bottom edge of his wings.

“You want me to touch you, pretty pixie?” You lift your hips just enough to let him have some room to respond.

“P-please, Mommy. Want you to let me eat you out more.” His tone is high and desperate.

You chuckle, “Don’t worry, Yoshi, I’ll sit again. Do you want me to touch your pretty cock?”

He nods, his hair tickling against your ankle, “Please, Mommy.”

You sit down fully again and bring one of your hands to wrap around the base of his member. The natural shimmer of his skin mixed with the beads of precum coming from his tip makes your mouth water. You pump your hand around him slowly, relishing in his moans reverberating against your pussy. Taking your other hand, you focus on his tip. You spread his precum around the head of his member, making his already shimmery skin shine even more. 

“Fuck…” he groans mentally, “Feels so– fuck”

“Is mommy making you feel good, pretty pixie?”

“Yes, mommy, wanna make you cum.”

You grind against his face again, “Focus on my clit, pretty.”

Yoshi doesn’t need to be told twice. He focuses on the small bud, licking and sucking it into his mouth. You speed up your hands and gasp out a chuckle when he starts thrusting up into your hand. Between the desperation to please you and chase after his own pleasure, it’s safe to say he’s completely pussy drunk.

It doesn’t take long for his moans to flow continuously from his lips while still doing his best to eat you out. Your high bubbles closer each time he licks or sucks on your pussy. You play with his cock in just the right way to know he’s just as close.

“Can I–” he stops to moan, “I need–”

He stops speaking to start eating you out again. You moan at the feeling and press yourself against him harshly.

“Gonna cum, but I wanna keep eating you and, and– mommy!”

“It’s okay, pretty pixie.” You moan, “Cum for me. I’m almost there.”

He thrusts up into your hands until he cums across your hands and his belly. He sucks on your clit harder, making you see stars again. Your orgasm washes over you; your thighs quiver around his head, and moans fall from your lips like a never-ending melody. 

Once you calm down a bit, you get off of his face and see how glossy the lower half of his face is. From his chin, all the way up to the end of his button nose, are covered in your arousal. 

“We should clean you up, Yoshi.” 

“I wanna keep pleasing you.” He pouts, “Please, Mommy?”

You breathe in sharply before responding, “You know I’d love that, but we also both know that if we do, we won’t leave my room for the rest of the night.”

Yoshi smiles, showing his small fangs, “I see no issue with that.”

“The issue is that we’re meeting with Haruto and Asahi in about a half hour.”

Yoshi makes a displeased noise but doesn’t fight any further. He gets up and follows you into the bathroom and takes ahold of one of your tails, smoothing out the white and teal fur. You smile softly at him before reaching to grab two towels out of the closet.

“At least one more round in the shower?” He asks with sparkling eyes.

You sigh with a small smile resting on your lips, “You’re a bad influence, Yoshi.”

“You love me!” He giggles.“Maybe a bit.”

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[bengiyo]

Step By Step Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last week on HR Violations, Pat and Put started dating again, but immediately ran into trouble when Pat didn’t have as cute a time making ramen for Put as he did for Jeng. They wrapped up this advertisement shoot, and had Jeng crush one of the managers for being a terror on set. Put ended up feeling like he was on the outs with Pat multiple times, and is definitely aware that something is going on with Jeng and Pat. Chot was our hero as always, and kept anyone from doing anything untoward while Pat was especially drunk, but it didn’t stop Pat from flirting hard with Jeng. Jeng is barely holding on to any sense of decorum with Pat. Meanwhile, Jaab is quite upset with Jen, and has been putting distance between them.

Did Put just say “I love you” like he was activating a trap card? BRO

I think this is very adult of Pat. He knows that he can’t reunite with Put the way either of them wants, and is putting an end to it. Even here, Put is showing why it won’t work. It doesn’t matter if Pat is into someone else now. Put has no rights over that.

Even if he’s playing a difficult character here, by love for Up Poompat is unchanging.

Chot remains my favorite.

LET’S DISCUSS THIS BROWN SUIT ON JENG. This man wears suits so well. I love that the blue in his tie is lighter than his shirt.

We’re using the side couple pretty decently here. Pat and Put are handling their breakup as professionally as possible. Meanwhile, Jaab and Jen are beefing on set.

Lol, never mind about Put. He’s intentionally sowing discord between Pat and Jeng now. Threatening to out Jeng if he moves on Pat is low.

Ae is so funny. “I want my baby to look like Pat. Not you.”

I’m glad Pat’s friends made him realize he cancelled a date.

Not Jeng having a sad, drunk dinner!

No, Jeng! Don’t give up on Pat yet!

Jeng’s friend called him right out on his crush on Pat.

Oh hey we get Jeng in a towel. That’s right, sir. You better look cute for your not-date.

I’m going to need to write a whole separate post about food ordering comparing this not-date with the dinner date from La Pluie Episode 4.

My man Jeng is going to lose it.

This man had them rearrange a whole section of the damn restaurant for him!

Jeng don’t talk about work on your not-date!

If they had to have anyone crash on their not-date, they’re lucky it’s Chot.

I love Chot so much. I also get mad when these kids make me run after them.

Well if it isn’t Oishii keeping the lights on in BL once more.

Pat is going to kill this man with all of these flirty allusions. I’m gonna need Pat to give this man something else to choke on before this show ends…

I did not know I needed Jeng’s internal monologue, but this has been an absolute joy this episode.

Pat having a mini-breakdown because he saw Put’s pictures is so real.

My man Jen is imagining scenarios on his date. Valid.

Okay, Ben didn’t have to bite on that straw like that…

What is this goddamn speakeasy Jeng took him to!?!

You know Jeng must be sprung over Pat because you not getting my clumsy ass on the dance floor.

Does everyone know about this bar??

Oh, Pat. Just like a gay to be crying on the dance floor of a secret gay club.

That was such a gentle confession from Jeng, and I don't even know if Pat really processed it.

Jeng has a hot ex and he's the damn tailor from The Tuxedo!!

Not Pat and Jaab both vomiting in the bathroom.

Oh, Pat, I totally understand you, baby boy.

I totally get Pat not reading Jeng before this moment. When you're gay and have a crush on someone you know you're not supposed to, you learn to ignore the wishfulness rising in you. I'm so excited to see how he handles the reality that Jeng has been flirting with him for months.

[pure-garbage]

Broken Ribs Or Other Issues? Interruption!

Chapter Warnings: Smut, language. Minors DNI

Lana sat up after a few minutes and Zoro hissed sharply as her hands swept up his torso, firm fingers assessing his ribs while they pushed his shirt up.

"What d'you think? Broken?" she asked, appraising the cuts, scrapes and blossoming bruises littering his body.

"Nuh-uh, just- Ugh!"

"Arms up. Show me if you can."

"I can! You don't need to-"

"This wouldn't have happened if you would have done what I told you from the start," she fumed.

"Uh... Mm! We're about to have Chopper back... he'll take care of it."

"Not. The. Point. You should take a lesson from this, Marimo."

"I wish you wouldn't use that damn cook's nickname for me," he grimaced. He was already short of breath and full of adrenaline from the game and Lana's palms sliding over his bare skin sent all that lingering energy in a drastically different direction.

"That's the lesson. It's fine to work with Sanji every now and then."

"I know that! I did it, didn't I?!"

"Settle, big boy. Deep breath for me. Can you?"

"I didn't break any ribs! Mm!"

"That hurt?"

"No, you just-"

"Oh!"

Lana's eyebrows shot up. She could feel his arousal as he squirmed beneath her.

"What about this situation got you hard?!" she demanded.

"This situation? Let's see... you threw me on the ground, shoved my shirt up and started groping me," he panted. "In what world did you think that wouldn't- Mm! Uughh..."

He reached for her body but she pushed his hands back up over his head.

"Hands high, this is a check-up, not a romp," she scolded.

"I know!"

"Then stop grinding on me!"

"Can't help it, your ass is right on my crotch," he moaned.

"I'll move."

"Don't move!"

"Hey!"

"Lana, come on! We won, let's celebrate a little."

"Sex is NOT a prize," she scowled, restraining his wrists as he yearned toward her.

"Why not?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"Let my hands go and I'll get you there," he promised.

"We still have one more game left and I'm up to play! If it doesn't go well, we could still-"

"It'll go fine, we won't lose."

"Okay, but I'm up to play!"

"I won't wear you out, I'll do all the work.

"You're covered in blood!"

"I'm fine! If you want to help me feel better-"

"I'm still upset," Lana continued to protest, though her tone lost some of its vigor as she realized he did feel good squirming between her legs.

"You made yourself upset over nothing," Zoro tsked. "Get over it."

"I'm gonna slap you," she threatened emptily.

"Slap the most important thing in your life?" he retorted. Lana felt him stiffen further beneath her and giggled a little despite herself.

"That's what got you so excited? Hearing that?"

"'S an exciting thing to hear," he smirked.

Lana was forced to admit that he looked especially enticing from this angle. Battered as he was, he still bled sensuality, sultry gaze fixed to hers. She bit her lip, battling half-heartedly with the quickly rising urge to bite his instead.

"Don't be a jerk about it or I'll take it back," she threatened. She could tell he had something clever to say, but she wasn't interested in banter and she knew exactly how to shut him up.

"Don't think it's sss- Ohh... Mmn! Huh... uhhhh..."

His words devolved into rasping moans as she rocked her hips against his, grinding back and forth right where he most craved the friction of her body on his.

"What's that now?" she murmured playfully. His wrists flexed against her hold and she tightened her grip in response, silently forbidding him from breaking free.

"Don't... I don't think you can- H- Ahh!"

Lana dipped quickly, sinking her teeth into his neck, intentionally dragging a sharp cry from him to cut him off mid-sentence.

"Still didn't catch it," she smirked softly at his ear. "One more time?"

"You can't just... I mean, what I was- Hmm! Uhhh..."

She lifted her hips so she could slide her free hand between their bodies. She gripped him firmly through the velvety fabric of his pants, squeezing hard as he thrust up into her touch urgently.

"Oh well, must not be anything important," she teased. "Or you'd spit it out. Right?"

"F-fuck, Lana! Ughh, harder, can't you... Mm! Yeah!"

'Shit, he's so damn gorgeous when he gets desperate,' she thought with a shiver. Her desire was rising fast to match Zoro's, spurred on by the uneven heave of his chest and the sweat beading on his brow. She didn't know what was more delicious, the sensation of him, rock-hard and throbbing in the palm of her hand, or the mindless, needy noises he was making for her.

Lana loosed a low moan of her own as she sucked a dark spot over his pounding pulse. He only became more heated as her lips swept over his fevered skin, blood and sweat assaulting her senses.

Zoro smirked a little to himself when he felt her breath come faster. Had she given him a hard no, he would have backed off, but he couldn't resist toying with her if she let him. Especially when he knew a few unrestrained moans and batted lashes were all it took to melt her resolve until it was malleable as putty in his skilled hands. Her touch was heavenly, but he wanted more.

"Lana... off, take- take them off," he groaned, straining toward her through his pants.

"Anyone could walk in!" she chided. "We can't, not here!"

"Come on, don't tease me!" he panted. His lips sought her neck, but she pulled up out of his reach.

"You're the one who started this," she reminded him.

"So let me finish it!" he growled impatience creeping into his tone. As good as her touch felt, it wasn't enough to satisfy him. It had been his intention to rile her up, but somehow, it seemed he was the only one coming undone.

"Shit, Zoro!"

Hope sparked in him as Lana cursed and arched, eyes glazed with desire while she kept stroking him.

'I'm not the only one after all.'

"You want it too," he purred seductively. He tugged experimentally against her hold on his wrists, but her grip didn't loosen and he didn't force his way out. Her expression told him she was close to caving, her grip on him crushing and her pace quickening maddeningly.

'Just a little more...'

If he couldn't use his hands to convince her, he would make do with his words.

"C'mon, Lana... I wanna be inside you so bad. Take 'em off, huh? Let me feel you. Mm, bet I got you so wet, letting you hold me down like this."

His words were soft and fervent. They sent heat coursing through Lana, collecting in her core. She loosed a string of quiet curses, knowing he was right. She was unbearably aroused by his submission and the filth dripping of his tongue only fanned the flames of her desire.

"Go on," he urged. "Take 'em off, do it! Nng, I- I know you feel how hard you got me... don't leave me like this, hm? Just think..."

"Mm!"

Lana's fingers crept up to fumble with his button. He grinned and kept going just to work her up even more.

"... Just think how good it'll feel when I'm finally inside you... Aghh... Promise you won't need to worry about overthinking anymore. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't think of anything but my cock stretching that pretty pussy! 'S that what you want? Hm?"

"Yes! Damn it, Zoro, shut. Up!"

Lana couldn't stand to hear any more dirty talk from him. She shoved her tongue down his throat unceremoniously just to silence him, frustration building. She ached to take him, brought to desperation by his deliberate, crass coaxing.

'Damn bastard really knows how to get under my skin!' she thought delightedly.

Zoro returned her frantic kiss hungrily while she struggled with his button, haste making her clumsy. She released his wrists so she could use both hands to undress him, but the minute he was able, he seized her, accidentally getting in her way as he ran his palms over her curves. Lana tried to sit up so she could tackle the stubborn button that was proving to be a greater hurdle than ever before, but Zoro pulled her down again. His mouth finally claimed her neck, ravenous after being made to wait even such a short time.

"Nng- Uh, uhhh!"

Lana moans grew even more unhinged as his fingers dug into her hips and he dragged her down, positioning her perfectly so he could grind his arousal against hers.

"Z-Zoro, stop, I can't- can't reach- fuck!"

"Shit! Lana, I can feel- through the damn fabric 'n... mm, you're so wet, I- uhhnn! You're fucking soaked!"

"Gah! I need you so fucking bad!" she whined, pushing away from him violently to sit up at last. "Off, I can't- damn this stupid button!"

"Fuck this button!" he agreed, hands flying to his waist. Their hands clashed in a rushed, disorganized jumble that only served to further delay any chance of him getting naked.

"Zooo-rooo! Laaa-naaa!"

Nami's voice stopped them cold.

"No!" Lana gasped.

"Ah, crap!" Zoro swore.

"Where the hell did they go?" Usopp's voice demanded.

"Fuck me!" Lana cried mournfully, falling forward to muffle a shout of outrage against Zoro's chest.

"Can't now," Zoro grumbled.

"Lana! Moss-head! Quit screwing around!" Sanji called.

"Come on," Zoro sighed, pushing up onto his elbows. "We have to go. We'll pick this up later."

"I told you this was a bad time!" she seethed, straightening her skirt quickly.

"I know."

"I'm gonna be so damn uncomfortable now, you jerk!"

"Hey, me too!"

"You have no one to blame but yourself. Ugh!"

They stumbled to their feet and Zoro stole one last rushed, sloppy kiss before they separated and emerged from the tent.

"I'm gonna make you pay for this, you know," Lana huffed, tossing her hair as they headed toward the voices of their crewmates.

"I'll make it up to you," Zoro assured her, reaching for her hand. He could tell she was done being upset, even if she was peeved by their interrupted romp. Had she still been mad, she wouldn't have twined her fingers through his so easily.

"Fine, but you'd better make it good," she sighed in acceptance.

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

on a dime, your whole life can change

or: Ice breaks the news of his cancer diagnosis to his goddaughter 

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: swearing, cancer diagnoses, canonical deaths, this picks up right off of a piece i’m still writing, like father like daughter pieces are intentionally small, unedited

word count: 1.7k

Your godfather sighs as he sits down next to you on the porch swing, causing you to glance up from your book.

"How you doing?” He asks as you tuck your bookmark in between the pages, shutting the book softly. You shrug. 

“I’m okay, I think.” 

He hums. “You excited to be back home for a little while?” 

You nod. “Shame it’s for this though.” 

After your Dad’s accident, you had submitted a request for extended caregiver leave to care for your Dad as healed up. The request had gotten approved, no strings having to be pulled on Ice’s part. It would be unpaid, but honestly, at this point in your life, a paycheck was the last thing you cared about. 

Your Dad would be a few weeks out from getting cleared to move back to Miramar from Pensacola so you and Ice had headed home, leaving him under Slider’s watchful eye to get ready. 

It would be an adjustment, you being home with your Dad and uncles at the same time. But it was an adjustment you were willing to make and you were all too happy to be close to them again. 

“I’m excited to have you here though. Gonna make this conversation a little easier knowing I don’t have to send you back out right after.” 

You cock your head. “What do you mean? What conversation?” 

He sighs. “Kid, I’m really sorry to have to tell you this on the heels of what has gone down with your Dad but we- well, really, I can’t hide it from you any longer.” 

You shift, concern growing in your stomach. “Ice, what’s going on?” 

Ice blows out a breath through his teeth, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m really sorry, kid.” 

“You’re scaring me, Ice.” You whispered. 

Ice’s got the same look on his face that he did when he had to be the one to tell you Carole wasn’t getting better, your Dad too distraught after Bradley’s reaction to the news. 

It’s the same cautious look, like he’s going to do his best to keep his goddaughter from falling apart when her whole world has been turned upside down. 

“Okay, just gotta rip the band-aid off.” He whispers. 

It’s unusual to see him like this, which is making the pit in your stomach grow. 

Had someone else been hurt? Was Bradley okay? Had something happened to him? What couldn’t he hide anymore? 

“Kid, I have cancer.” 

It feels like breathing has suddenly become impossible, all the breath being sucked from your lungs in that moment. 

Part of you wants to bite out a bitter laugh, unable to fathom that this is happening again. 

How much more unfair could life get?

“It’s up in my throat. The doctor’s are optimistic. Say they caught it early and that they’re...” 

Ice’s voice drown out as you swallow, unsure of what to do. 

When Carole had been sick, you’d turned to Ice, unwilling to burden your father or Bradley with your emotions about the loss of Carole. They’d needed your support more than they needed your tears and you knew you had to be a rock for them. 

Ice had made you feel safe enough to break down, had allowed you to cry to him more than you ever thought you could. It was a needed support, one you wouldn’t have been able to get through without. 

But this time, it was Ice who was sick. He’d have to go through the hell that is chemo, lose his hair and his appetite, suffer painful surgeries, wither away right in front of you. He couldn’t be there for you, living the diagnosis every day of his life.

Your Dad would be losing another one of his best friends, Slider too. 

And this time, Bradley was gone. There was no comfort or support to be found in his hatred. 

This time, you were all alone. 

-

“How’d she take it?” Slider voice murmurs from the living room. They all thought you were asleep, no idea you were sitting on the stairs in Ice and Sarah’s house. You tucked your head into the fabric of your elephant-covered pajama pants. They’d been a gift from your Dad in high school, unsure of what to get you for Christmas. They were a little goofy, but the sentiment and thought was sweet and they still fit, becoming a pair you slipped on when needing a little extra comfort. 

“Worse than I thought she would honestly.” Ice mutters back. 

“What happened?” Your Dad says. He’d gotten back this evening, a bittersweet arrival. As much as you were relieved to have your Dad near, it’d been tamped down by the knowledge of the fact that he had to have known what Ice was going through. 

How long had they all known and chosen to keep it from you, to walk on eggshells around you? 

Wasn’t this something you deserved to know, that your godfather, essentially your second dad for all intents and purposes, was dying and there wasn’t a goddamn thing you could do about it?

“I thought for a minute there she might start freaking out or crying or get angry or anything but she was just...” He trails off. “She just shut down.” 

“She didn’t talk to anyone for three days.” Sarah says softly. 

“That poor kid probably thinks she’s going to lose everyone important to her by the time she’s thirty.” Slider’s voice sounds. 

“With the way things are going, she might.” You hear your Dad say.

“Over my dead body are you leaving your daughter Mitchell.” Ice rasps out. “Hell will have to freeze over first.” 

“Let’s be realistic here for a second, okay, Kazansky?” Your Dad snaps. “We can be optimistic all we want about the prognosis but she knows just as well as everyone else in this room does that it doesn’t fucking matter how optimistic the doctors are. She watched cancer destroy her only mother figure, who’s to say it won’t destroy you?” 

“Mitchell...” Slider sighs, but it’s too late, the sounds of your Dad attempting to leave the room echo in the hallway. “Jesus Christ, Maverick.” Slider says and the sounds of someone helping your Dad back to the couch can be heard even from your position in the hallway. You can’t stand the thought of your still-injured father trying and failing to stand and leave. 

“We’re all fucking struggling with this, Pete.” Ice snaps after a few moments. “This isn’t easy on any of us. In case you forgot, I was that girl’s main support when Carole passed. I didn’t forget all the nights she crawled into my bed and cried while she was over here.” 

“She needs you Ice, you can’t leave her yet.” 

“Oh, and you think she doesn’t need you?” 

Ice’s words are harsh, full of heat, and you wince again. 

Ice sighs after a few moments. “Pete, I’m going to do everything it my power to be with her. I know what I took on when I agreed to be her godfather. The last thing I would ever want to do is leave that kid alone.” 

“I think we should let the two of you talk.” Sarah says softly, and the sounds of her and Slider leaving the room make their way to you. 

You know you should move, not knowing what would happen if they all knew you had overheard this conversation but you can’t seem to bring yourself to move. 

“Night Sarah.” Slider mutters to the woman as she disappears into her bedroom. Slider pauses as the foot of the stairs when he notices you sitting at the top step. “Kid-”

You stand up, walking back towards your room as Slider’s footsteps follow you. The bedroom door slams behind you, the lock clicking shut, just as Slider reaches it. You can hear him jiggle the doorknob before knocking on the door. 

“Kid, let me in please? Talk to me.” 

You plop down on the bed before anger thrums through you, propelling you off the bed and wrenching the door open. 

“You want me to talk to you? Let’s talk about how it’s not fucking fair I have to lose my godfather over fucking cancer. Let’s talk about how I am in fact, terrified, I am going to lose everyone I love by the time I’m thirty. Let’s talk about the fact that I no longer have anyone I can turn to for support because everyone needs me to support them more than they can handle me being upset. Let’s talk about the fact that I have to be the one to keep it together because-” 

You blink, realizing Slider isn’t the one in the doorframe.

It’s Ice. 

He sighs. “Kid, you’re not alone in this. It’s going to be okay, I promise. You still have so many people in your life who love you and aren’t going anywhere, including me. I’m gonna fight like hell, I promise-” 

You’re slamming the door shut before you even realizing it, the hollow promise striking somewhere deep in you. 

Carole had said the same thing long ago. Look at what had happened. Look at all you had lost because of it. 

A sob escapes your throat as you fall back on to the bed, hand flying up to silence it. 

Your chest physically ached with all the weight you were carrying and there was nothing more than you wanted to hug Bradley in that moment. 

The ache made you angrier, confused as to why he seemed to be appearing in your mind so much lately, how the anger was somehow drowning out underneath the knowledge that you missed him. 

He should’ve been here to comfort you and somehow the thought makes you angrier, your chest heaving as you sobbed. 

Lately, it all felt like drowning. You felt unable to carry the weight of your Navy service, becoming restless in the career you had chosen for yourself. 

The career that had always been laid out for you. 

You missed Bradley and that made you angrier. 

And now, now who’s to say they wouldn’t all become a memory? That you wouldn’t end up all alone? 

Would this ever be over? Would this feeling ever end? 

Underneath the sobs and the heaving of your chest, through the sounds of the knocks on the bedroom door, you weren’t so sure. 

[sadsillypuppygf]

i lay in my Montessori-style bed, a small hoard of pillows framed around me like a nest, my tail curled up between my legs, and a stuffie cuddled in my arms. Daddy had put me here about 20 minutes earlier, saying i was in time out for a while. apparently i had been “rambunctious” and a “bad puppy”🙄.

i can still hear him in his room. there is only 1 thin wall between Daddy’s bedroom and mine. i can hear everything that happens in the other room, whether that’s his tv or his bed creak or his voice when he plays video games with the guys. right now, i hear a quiet audio playing from his computer. it’s too low for me to make out the sounds, but it sounds vaguely familiar.

i listen harder, trying to figure out why it sounds so familiar. maybe it’s a movie we’ve watched together? or an old youtube video? no, it seems to be the same loop of audio repeatedly. maybe it’s a tiktok?

i strain my ears, holding my breath to try to hear better. i hear something else. a low grunting sound. this wasn’t part of the audio before, but it’s the only thing that changes. the original sound still plays in a loop. the audio seems to last about 2-3 minutes. the grunting isn’t in time with the sound or anything.

with a gasp, i realize where i’ve heard that audio before.

it’s me. in a short video i recorded for Daddy months ago. he’d requested a sexy puppy video to be sent to him on his lunch break one day. i remember i had been naked except for my tail, ears, and stockings. i recorded myself starting in begging position, id given a couple flirtatious barks, then turned around and moved into a deep doggy position.

and the grunting. that was familiar to me too. that was - still currently is - my Daddy.

my cheeks flush red as i realize what it is i’m listening in on. something i always love catching him doing. jerking off to me. a shot of pleasure courses through me. nothing makes me feel more loved than finding out Daddy’s masturbating to me. well, second to when he rapes me maybe. he always tells me afterwards he just loves me sooooo much that he can’t stop himself from showing me, or touching himself.

i listen more intently again. there’s less time between his noises now. he’s getting close. i bite my lip, feeling wetness start to form between my legs as i imagine what it must look like in the other room. Daddy sitting at his desk, one hand on his mouse, posed over the play button, the other hand underneath the desk grasping his hard cock. he clicks play, his eyes focused solely on the video before him. his hand starts to move, stroking himself slowly. he clicks play again. he zeros in on my tits, my tongue, my tail, my asshole. his grip tightens and he strokes faster. clicks play. tits, tongue, tail, asshole. his lips part, groans and grunts flowing freely from his throat. clicks play. tits, tongue, tail, asshole. i hear a not-so-soft fuck through the wall. no more audio.

a whimper escapes me. i wish i was in Daddy’s room right now. he could use the real me to jerk off. or he could use my body to meet his needs, preferably. i whine at an intentionally loud octave, hoping to catch Daddy’s attention. then i listen again silently to see if i can hear his reaction. there’s nothing for a minute, but then i hear his doorknob click. i jump up from my bed, excitement blazing through me.

i bound across the floor just in time for Daddy to open my door. our eyes lock simultaneously. his looking down at me, mine looking up at him. i’m sitting with all four paws on the ground, giving him my best wide-eyed good-girl eyes. he chuckles and i know i’ve won.

come, pup, let’s go play in my room. Daddy has a new toy for you…

[twistmusings]

hey! i'm glad it sounds like your move went okay and that you're back! ♥️ if requests are open, may i request jade, floyd, idia and lilia with a reader who's really into their sharp teeth? who's the bitiest and who would use them best to their advantage, etc?

Thank you so much! It did go pretty well, and I really appreciate my readers being patient while I worked through everything IRL!

Misc Twst Boys - A S/O who's very into their teeth

CW: Slightly suggestive.

Jade Leech

Initially, to be quite honest, it was a little off-putting for Jade to hear that they liked his teeth. And that they wanted him to bite them. It was so counter to his own instincts that it was incredibly hard for him to believe them as being genuine. Surely they knew that his sharp teeth were something to be feared, right?

However, he tried to stay open-minded for them because he likes them, and after seeing how much they truly enjoy him nipping at their collarbones and neck, he starts to warm up to the idea. He wouldn't even be able to tolerate having someone do it to him, but for them it seems like they're having the time of their life with it.

He's not the bitiest simply because it tends to slip his mind. He loves them and it makes him want to be gentle with them. Of course, he will do it on request, but he might need a bit prompting to remember to do it.

Now using it to his advantage? He is absolutely the worst. If he knows that they like his teeth, he'll intentionally show them off. He's gotten pretty good about not showing them as much as possible when he's in human form, but he will save his widest and toothiest grins for them. On top of that, when he kisses them, he's going to scrape his teeth along their skin gently.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was super excited to find out that they like his teeth. Most people are afraid of them and get intimidated when he shows them off. They got excited, though, and that made him excited. He even offers to let them feel them pretty much immediately, and even though he meant with their fingertips, they offered their neck and he definitely wasn't going to turn that offer down.

He loves to bite their neck and their shoulders and leave marks, but he tries never to actually break the skin. He just likes leaving them reminders that he's been there. They seem to thoroughly enjoy it so it's win-win.

Surprisingly, Floyd isn't the bitiest either. He will definitely bite them a lot, especially if they ask, but if he's not in the mood for it then it stops their and he just won't do it. His mood is capricious, so they do end up not getting it all the times they would like.

He does use it to his advantage, but he's too impatient to go out of his way to plan how to tease them ahead of time. He usually will jump straight into kissing and nipping at their neck or their lower lip if he's trying to get them in the mood.

Idia Shroud

Idia doesn't understand why they're interested in... him. Not just his teeth-- all of him. He looks like what he imagines most people think a mole person would look like, so he doesn't get it and honestly just thinks they're really strange to start with.

Wait huh? They want him to bite them? Like bite them on the lips and the neck? Like kissing? It's truly kind of baffling to him and he's a bit resistant to it simply because he feels like it has to be some kind of elaborate prank.

He's super nervous when he first agrees to it. It's very, very gentle at first. He kisses them gently and only barely grazes his teeth across their lips. After some encouragement, though, he will let loose. Especially if they make it clear that they aren't afraid he's going to cut them or nick them accidentally. His fear is that if he makes them bleed or scratches them that they won't want to be around him anymore, so that lifts a massive weight off his shoulders.

He is the bitiest. It definitely takes some doing to pull Idia out of his shell, but once he understands that it really, really does turn them on, he won't hold back. If he's going to be in a relationship he doesn't want to half-ass it and give them a reason to 'come to their senses' (please help this man, he has no self-confidence). He will bite them to their hearts content, and they are littered with his teeth-marks more often than they're not.

He definitely uses it to his advantage, though not the same sort of way as everyone else. He's less so plotting to get them horny and moreso plotting how to make them smile or make those cute noises. Of course he finds them attractive and loves to get them excited with it, but moreso it gives him the warm fuzzies to know he can make them feel so pleased.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia's intial reaction is to laugh. Not meanly, just amused, and it very quickly turns into a dark chuckle. It's like a switch flips and he dials the intensity up to 11 as he immediately dives in to tease them about it and to flirt back with them with a confidence that's incredible.

It feels overwhelming. They'd be forgiven for thinking that he's actually a vampire and had used some sort of enthralling spell on them with the way he gets them so easily to bare their neck. He's a real tease, too, and he drags his fangs along their skin without biting down just to feel them shiver a little.

He isn't the bitiest, and he's on par with Jade for using it to his advantage. Maybe a little worse, even. Lilia is the one of this list with the most experience-- he's got practice and it shows. He knows how to be sensual, using gentle touches and words hushed against their collarbone to build up to it. He will trace their sides with his fingertips and press kisses along the line of their neck before murmuring how beautiful they are when they bare themself for him. He will savor every moment of them tipping their head back to encourage him to bite. And when he finally does bite, it's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that makes their head spin.

[pickledpascal]

Meat & Candy

Chapter Five

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

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Castiel let Dean know when his article was submitted and when it was supposed to come out. Dean was excited, a fluttery feeling in both his chest and stomach. Sure, Benny had told him any press would be good press but Dean believed this article would be positive if the amount of times Castiel wanted to come by was an indication. 

The newspaper showed up on his doorstep on the exact day Cas told him it would. He snatched it out of his mailbox and threw it on his countertop before taking a sip of coffee. It was here. What was stopping him from picking it up and reading it? He ran a hand down his face before he set his mug down. 

Success wasn’t something Dean accepted often. There was always another hurdle for him to get over. He never just let good things sink in. Afraid that, if he did, they would eventually slip away and leave him hurt. 

Emma came down a few moments later while Dean stared down at the paper and popped a few leftover waffles in the toaster. “That what I think it is?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah.” Dean sighed, taking another sip from his mug. He intentionally didn’t make eye contact with Emma. She knew about his feelings. He was too obvious that everyone in his life knew. 

“You gonna read it?” The toaster popped the waffles back up so Emma began to munch on them. Dean made them with chocolate chips and liked to freeze any extras for her to have for a quick snack or breakfast when he didn’t feel like cooking. 

“Yeah.” He glanced at the headline on the front. Not him or his Crossroads. Which was nice.

There was no noise for a while, besides the natural creaking of pipes and the soft sound of the AC running. Dean finally glanced up at Emma who he knew was staring at him. Having a daughter came with its pros and cons. Having her read him like a book was both a pro and a con. She took another bite of waffle and pursed her lips. She always looked adorable while she was in thought—her cheeks puffed and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you driving me to school today? It’s your day off.” She chose mercy.

Dean let out a breath. He was thankful. “Yeah. I will.” He mustered up a smile and nodded at her. 

He finally read the article after he dropped Emma off at school and came back home. He locked himself in his room, just as an extra precaution. For what? Who the hell knows but he did it anyway for his peace of mind. 

He sat at the edge of his bed and finally flipped the newspaper open, skipping down to where Castiel's article was. As expected, there was a picture of the outside perfectly framed to have the signage showing but he also saw a picture of himself, working on a dish with focused eyes taken from outside the kitchen. Or maybe it was inside? Cas was never that close during a service, Dean would've noticed.

His eyes finally noticed the small sentence next to that picture. “Photograph provided by Samuel W. Winchester.” He should've guessed it was Sam. 

Then Dean began to read the article. Shit, man… He started tearing up. He covered his mouth with his hand and nearly broke down. 

No one has ever complimented him so wholly and so endearingly in his life. Sam would say a “good job” every now and again, much like Bobby but not… not…

“Dean's hospitality is like coming home from war and finally, finally getting a nice warm-cooked meal for the first time in what felt like centuries. He is your mother, catering to your every need, and your father, encouraging others to do better, and your best friend, making sure you have a good time in his presence.”

Needless to say, the paper was stained with teardrops after he read the whole thing. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head a little.

He didn't expect this to be this emotional. All the shit he went through… and his life didn't suck anymore. He had a nice house with a beautiful daughter and a wonderful group of people he considered to be his family. And now he had quite the successful business. 

This was proof of that. 

A smile broke out on his face. If he told his twenty-year-old self everything he'd do, he probably wouldn't believe it.

First and foremost, Dean was a man . And had been living as one for so long that sometimes he forgot what it was like to not be one. Much like how Sam forgot Dean was even born a girl most of the time. 

His phone started to ring. 

“Dean!” Sam said excitedly. “Holy shit, man!”

“Yeah…” Dean's voice broke slightly, but he quickly covered it with a cough. “Yeah, it's so,” How could he accurately describe it? “Beautiful.” Yeah. That was right.

Sam's voice calmed. “Yeah, it is. Isn't it?” He rumbled softly. He was so happy for his brother. He was finally starting to live his life away from the demons that chased him everywhere. “Listen, me and the chefs were thinking about having a night out to celebrate such a good article. It's sure to bring a lot of people in and…” He took a breath, “It just wouldn't be the same without you there, being head chef and all that.”

Dean played with one of the rings on his fingers, letting out a breath. “Would be nice. Haven't had a drink since Christmas and it's past Easter.” He joked softly.

He could hear Sam's soft laugh. “Yeah. So, see ya there?” 

“Yeah. See ya there.”

Dean left Emma at home, making sure to kiss her head and telling her not to invite over any friends without him knowing on his way out. 

As usual, his brigade chose the Roadhouse for drinks. There was the usual young staff there, simply looking for college money who were usually always adopted by Ellen and Bobby. For good reason, most of the time. The Roadhouse was like home to Dean, even with its creaky wooden floors, old-fashioned jukebox, and worn-down signage used as wall decoration. It was a far cry from his own restaurant which was clean and sterile in some ways, but the charm of the Roadhouse… now, that was something he couldn't explain in just words. 

“Why am I always the last one to get to places?” Dean went up to their usual table. Everyone was already there, including Jack who was nursing a seltzer compared to the beers the others had. 

“Cause someone took their time trying to look good.” Benny pointed out with a light laugh.

Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. He didn't dress too differently than usual—when he wasn't in the kitchen. He just decided to swap out the band tee for a crisp black button-up. It wasn't anything fancy.

“Thinking you'll get lucky tonight?” Charlie teased with a smile.

Jo shook her head. “As if he'd go for anyone besides Castiel right now.” Charlie nodded, realizing her mistake with a smirk.

Lee scooted over a little, patting the chair next to him. “I saved a spot for ya. But no beer.” He told Dean.

Dean let out a sigh and nodded at Lee. He went up to the bar top, greeted by a new face he hadn't seen before. “Aren't you a little too young to be working at a bar?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow at the young girl. She had to be about Emma's age, couldn't be older.

“Eh. I don't drink the alcohol here and I like the pay.” She smiled in a way that reminded him of Jo. He let out a soft laugh. He'd probably have to have a talk with Ellen and Bobby about hiring youngins like these. When he started working here, he was at least eighteen. “Anyway, whaddya want old man?”

“Whatever beer you got. I'm assuming it's Bud Light cause that's what it was the last time I worked here and Ellen doesn't like changin’ shit.” Dean chuckled as he leaned against the countertop. 

“So you're old as shit. Got it.” She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a glass to fill it with beer and handed it to Dean.

Dean set a ten on the counter. “Keep the change. Can I get your name, kid?” He asked.

“Claire.” She responded after a while, probably to make sure he wasn't a weirdo.

Dean took a sip of his beer. It wasn't bad at all. Not that he had expensive taste in beer anyway. “Well, kiddo, cherish every moment you have here.” He smiled and lifted his glass in her direction. 

Claire rolled her eyes. “You're weird.”

“Thanks, I try.” Dean laughed softly. This girl had spunk, that's for sure. 

“Claire!” He could hear a familiar voice close by. Cas. “Are you ready to go?” Dean turned to him, glancing between him and Claire. 

Oh.

He could see the resemblance. Claire was his daughter. Did that mean—? No, he didn't want to assume anything. As much as he wanted, Dean didn't know anything about Cas and his life. He only knew there was some mutual attraction. One that he wanted to act on. But could he be seeing things?

“Gimme a second.” Claire told Castiel, disappearing into the kitchen.

It took Cas a few seconds to recognize Dean was right next to him. “Oh, hello, Dean.” Of course he knew Dean worked here a few decades ago but he didn't know he would be here. “It's nice to see you.” He glanced behind him at the table Dean's friends were at. “Celebrating?” He asked with a soft smile.

“Something like that.” Dean said softly, glancing down at the golden liquid in his glass. He was suddenly very uninterested in drinking it. “That your kid?” He asked, just to make sure.

Castiel nodded with a shrug. “Kind of. I had a twin, Jimmy, who had her. She was very young when he and his wife died, she has been under my care ever since.”

Dean didn't expect that. He tilted his head at Cas and chuckled softly. Perhaps it was a better story than how he ended up with Emma, all things considered. At least Cas knew who the parents were. Dean didn't know Emma's other biological father. Just that he was likely very happy not knowing he had a child out there. 

However, Emma was a wonderful child. Anyone would love to have her. Everyone loved her when they met her and they continued to love her when they got to know her better. 

Dean was just having… a moment. He had a lot of those. 

Castiel leaned up against the counter, setting his arms down to rest. Though, he looked the most out of place compared to everyone else at the bar. “Why do you seem so… unhappy? Did you not like the article?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“No, no, it's not that.” Dean chuckled humorlessly. “You're just so… The way you wrote about me was so nice. I'm not used to that.” Something about Castiel made him want to tell him everything. Things he hadn't needed to tell anyone in years. 

Castiel's face softened. “Good things do happen, Dean. Especially to people like you.” 

“Not really. Not in my experience.” Dean admitted, drumming his fingers against his glass. 

Castiel wanted to say more but Claire reappeared from the back with a jacket on and her backpack slung over her shoulder. He pursed his lips. ��Goodbye, Dean. Enjoy your night off.” He smiled before he left with Claire.

“Night, Cas.” He waved, watching them leave with a lighter heart than when he walked in. 

——

When Castiel came back home and retreated into his room for bed, his phone illuminated with a few text messages. 

Dean: It was nice seeing you tonight.

Dean: I like you. A lot. 

Dean: I don't know if you like guys but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date soon. Just get back to me when you can, I know it's late.

Dean: I'm trans by the way.

Castiel set his phone down for a second, his heart beating faster. He hadn't been on a date in so long, no matter the person's gender. 

But Dean… holy fuck, Dean. He was so beautiful and caring that it was so… disheartening that sometimes he didn't see that himself. Cas may not have known him long, but that much he could see. Some may think it was humility, but no. It was the feeling of undeserving. He was sure Dean deserved everything and more. 

He pursed his lips and glanced back down at his phone, the only thing that was giving off light in his darkened room.

Castiel: That sounds wonderful. I am free tomorrow. Perhaps we could do something then?

Cas ran a hand through his hair and pulled at it slightly. It needed something else.

Castiel: I am pansexual, so your gender identity doesn't matter much to me. I am very much attracted to you either way.

He hoped that sounded alright. As a journalist, he felt like he sucked at writing anything that wasn't work-related. Texts were very much in that category. Gabriel told him all the time that he was very dry. But then again, Cas was like that a lot in real life so maybe it was accurate in that way.

Dean: Awesome!

Dean: We can go to Cassie's bakery. She'll give us donuts for a good discount since I know her. 

Dean: That's if you like donuts.

Castiel let out a soft laugh. It was like he could see the panic on his face.

Castiel: That sounds lovely, Dean. I very much like donuts.

Dean: Even more awesome! 

[unsleepingtales]

Fhjy e2 reactions this episode is batshit and I love them but also I’m so sad

I’ll be so real gang I am stressed and have been in a downwards thought spiral so we’ll see how this goes yeah?

I love Adaine making her mage hand look like Riz’s ringed hand that’s so fun and lovely

Also the mage hand mini is so cool

Don’t patronize me, it’s bad 😔

Goddamn they’re good

Would you be interested in healing us?? Spare healing o cleric??

I love that they could heal the hangvan

The night yorb’s art is SO cute I need a plushie of it. I’m gonna just buy galaxy patterned fleece and make one.

It feels like a stretch???

It’s gonna bite!

I just thought if I acted excited it would be good

Naur 💀

Armor of ayda!!!

Go sit on a whisky bottle you punk bitch !

Duggan and Balthazar definitely explored each others bodies we’re all agreed on this right. In my mind they had something like the cowboy and the roman soldier from night at the museum had.

“This is hot” Emily I agreeeee

Perfect example of gambler’s fallacy but y’know what this did just reinforce it

Nothing I can do! Brennan. Brennan come on.

That’s a feat I took in LIFE

They THREW that that die TRAVELLED

“You know I’m always rooting for you”

Oh GOD

No more probability smashing ok murph?

Y’know what for being fully run over by a van? 22 points of damage is not bad.

Was last episode really only two rounds of combat

He is So defeated

I’m hurting 😡

ALSO the portal is so cool. This battle set is amazing.

The blood on the windshield I can’t

Oooooof

Can she resummon Baby?? Has he died before I can’t remember?

“From when you ran me over” as if Fabian is not Solely responsible for the choices he’s made. Riz didn’t intentionally run you over babe you fell out of the van.

This is. Not great!

What hell!

Oh nooooo

Cmon Murph please

SHIT

Oh god

Oh my god you are about to kill your healer

She had 23!!

Aaaaaaaaa oh god

:( I feel bad for the cute manta ray

Ally’s gonna sue you if they hit you

With my wizarding powers and my absolutely fucked van ! Gorgug thistlespring the man that you are

OH SHIIIIIIT

Yessss

Ok yeah that makes sense that was on the bingo

Ok so the van now holds the night yorb sealed in its roof and an angel in the engine. Fantastic.

That mural is beautiful

They’re so exhausted guys. School starts tomorrow.

(What an episode to air the week I go back to class and have Such A Bad Time Guys)

Eeeeeeeeeesh

Don’t menace me!

It means something to me emotionally. Gorgug Car Guy Thistlespring <3

You wanted to do a bit so now we’re doing a bit. Suffer for your bit.

Does the back door of the van mini open?? Bc that’s sick

Ooooh Ally has custom spell cards with the d20 logo on them. Those are neat

He’s gonna stab these guys but it’s not with any of the normal zeal 😔

Jesus

Just to try and feel something

JESUS

Why do you guys careee you’re bugssss

Brennan.

Zac oh god

‘Guys I think Fig’s getting hit with the ballista right now’

She doesn’t even cutting words she just takes it 😭😭

It’s that era, The Ball 😭😭

Oh my fucking god

The noises of defeat they’re all making

I want an ice cream. Like the old days.

Just like that ART oh I’m gonna reblog that art of them at basrar’s so bloody after a fight

I love them. I missed the bad kids guys.

I think we’ve gotta go to sleep.

Wooooo

Love an aso callback

Love wins 💅

We’re done doing this!!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

What kind of BULLSHIT

God this is so unhinged

No bonus action healing or anything Kristen?

Brennaaaaaan

So tactical. So late. So dead.

The slowest and saddest three point turn

The least enthusiastic stab

You didn’t! Have! To do it! You could! Have had! Ice cream! I! Want! To go! Home!!!

Oooooof

OOOOOF

That Turncoat 😢

This is so fucking sad.

What the fuck man

I don’t know why anything happened. Why did any of that happened.

The shard of the day yorb

Fig why would you ask that.

Riz desperately trying to keep the group together is so heartbreaking

The fucking dry guys

BY MEPHITS FOR MEPHITS

Gotta stay awake in the dome motherfuckers

Oh my GOD

They’re gonna cry man

Dome art!

Brennan what are you about to do

Daisy Cubby!!!!

Fig. What.

I’M gonna cry.

Everyone’s gonna cry.

Is it fun man. Is it really.

Map!!!

It says fuck you zac ☺️ in beautiful writing!

Emily Axford the woman you are……….

What the fuck is happening right now.

Oh god oh no

This is so horrifying

Kristen. Kristen No.

I love the map!

Oh god.

Oh the Hallariel art is FANTASTIC

Are they going on their honeymoon. I have paused the episode to write this are hallariel and Gilear going on a honeymoon did they get married and not invite their kids because they were saving the world I’m gonna be so pissed

Oh the Gilear art is cursed

Okay they’re going on a cruise.

Gilear’s voice has dropped

Oh SHIT okay so I wasn’t that far off

This is just. So fucking sad. I know that it’s gonna get happier because it’s fantasy high but right now this is so fucking sad

They’re newlyweds??? So they did fucking get married?????

Leaving for MONTHS after your only child gets back from saving the world and you got married to one of his best friends’ dad without your child or your new spouse’s child there is so horrible oh my god. I am real life mad about this.

Ok interesting things happening with Gilear and luck. Is Gilear not gonna go see Fig at Mordred before he leaves for a year???

Guys there is still almost an hour left in this episode is it all gonna be this fucking sad

Oh my god he inherited the singing barrel pirates

Good for them being unionized

Sklondaaaaaa

She’s got her own boarddddd

I love her

God they’re powerful this season

SKLONDA ART FUCKS

Oh thank god a loving mother.

It was… ssso tactical

That summer before junior year growth spurt/style shift combo is so real

Oh shit. The single mother struggling to pay for college storyline is gonna fuck me up monumentally I think. Fuck.

Scholarships are gonna be really important 🥲 line taken from my real life

Setting up a board is to riz gukgak what a spreadsheet is to me. I am him he is me.

Please god I need the thistlesprings to not make me sad

They’re so cute!!!!

Zac looks fucking near tears

Oh god any time Brennan’s face gets a little more serious and the music kicks in my heart just sinks

GORGUG AND ZELDA BROKE UP? 😭😭

That does not make any sort of sense

Staying tight with your ex’s parents is also so real lmaooo

He had a toothbrush at her house??????

The bad girls are so important to me

Awwwwwwwww

They’re aaaall crying

ZAYN THE RETURN OF ZAYN MY BEST FRIEND ZAYN DARKSHADOW

And Ragh and Lydia!! Yay!!

SANDRA LYNN FAETH THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE. I WOULD BE SO GOOD TO YOU YOU DONT’ EVEN KNOW.

Brb printing out the new Sandra Lynn art to hang on my wall

They’re so tired guys

Squeem is alive? Ok

Jawbone man.

Oh god. Literally.

Sobbing this is literally the high school mentality

Guys. Guys.

It’s a real crapshoot for me finishing things. Yep.

Babe that is not a measurement of classes.

Yes that is a thing you can do. You can take time off for extreme circumstances.

LOVE the Aguefort art. Slay.

Also love that the way Brennan gets into the Aguefort voice is to do the peace hands

He’s going on vacation with ayda?????

Ayda looks great

Oh God No

How could this possibly go wrong?

What is the quangle and why is it going to cause so many problems

Oh nooooooo

That’s so fucking sad christ alive

Oh god

Emily.

PEOPLE LOVE SKITS ON ALBUMS

“Does nobody respect the fact that it takes time to save the world” feels like the thesis of the season

Trackerbees breakup about to be confirmed??

ZAYN ART ZAYN ART ZAYN ART

Look at my best friend in the whole wide world and his pet rat. He’s so fucking pretty.

Aelwyn moved out??

Augh.

Oh that’s lovely actually

Oh aelwyn looks GOOD.

And she’s got cats and is teaching middle school??? Good for herrrr

Awww that’s sweet

Oh right somehow I completely forgot that Fig did a fucked up devil deal

Oh god fig’s spilling on her shirt. Did she somehow swap fates with Gilear or something.

Sandra lynnnnnnnn

That is a good way to think about classes :)

What??

Nooooooooooooo

Sometimes you really do just have to give Nothing constructive in an improv scene sometimes it’s better

Trackerbees breakup confirmed. Tracker’s doing great.

Still interested in the retcon or whatever happened with Tracker originally being a cleric of Lida and then switching to Galicea

Cassandra I’m sorry you and Kristen are both struggling so much

Oh Whatttt no

If Cassandra dies and goes to the astral plane I will be so sad.

Holy SHIT guys.