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#honey!cas my beloved
archivistsammy · 1 year
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@winchestergifs 5kparty day 5: thursday, october 13 ➙ fave season
season seven rights
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vesperscas · 11 months
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i need to cradle him in my palm
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no-more-nightingales · 6 months
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mentally i am holding honey!cas in my arms and feeling inner peace
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hellverse · 11 months
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cas relates to bees because he too works hard and collects honeys like it’s his job
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lessonsdrowning · 2 years
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when theyre "crazy" & "sadistic"....
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minimumwageangel · 2 years
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zhongrin · 3 months
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honey, can you…. un-sick me please?
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© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡
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✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, diluc
✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, crack, 'puppy' nickname used (wriothesley), you’re sick but nothing life-threatening (common cold/flu/fever), they’re all just so soggy for you
✼ a/n ┈ i did change my formatting recently, yes. i like this one better methinks hehe
ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)
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“dear, i assure you, the ‘passing on the sickness by kissing’ method has never been proven to work... ah, please don’t give me such downtrodden eyes, you know i cannot help but give in when you look so saddened…”
zhongli was ever so patient with your whininess, clinginess, and overall annoying (your words, not his) self when you were sick with this kind of fever. he personally thought it was adorable, the way you insisted on following him around, asking to be pampered and spoiled in such a vulnerable moment…
… and boy, did he spoil you rotten.
though his mortal vessel is incapable of catching mortal diseases, he had seen the ever-evolving medical treatments throughout the millenia to know that your request to ‘kiss me so i can heal faster’ was meant to go unfulfilled. but how could he refuse you when you look so cute? he sighed fondly and ended up peppering you with kisses all over your flushed face, a gentle smile curling his lips when you giggled and clung to him even tighter in response.
anything to soothe his treasure.
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“you’re delirious. go back to bed.”
your boyfriend might sound blunt and mean, yet the way he cradled your sickly self carefully and the gentleness in which he tucked you back into bed behind the blankets was everything but uncaring. al haitham was as complex as the books he read, but if you were thorough enough, you would be able to see the worried lines creasing his eyebrows and the turmoil behind his usually impassive green eyes fringed with bright terracotta lines.
al haitham became a mirror of his grandma ever since your body proceeded to shut down on you. he would make you soup and helped you eat it when you couldn’t muster the energy to do it yourself, and he fussed over you in his own way. admittedly, he had secretly sneaked in some herbs - grown with the help of his dendro vision - into said soup, which he read would aid you in your recovery… but that was a secret he shall keep to himself.
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wriothesley looked torn between wanting to laugh at you or being incredibly worried if the fever was affecting you too much. he opted to shake his head with a chuckle and hoisted you up into his arms before tucking you back to bed despite your feeble protests.
“sigewinne told you to take plenty of rest, remember? you’ll get ‘un-sick’ed soon enough if you just listen to her, you silly puppy.”
your whines and pouts did nothing to convince him otherwise. your beloved seemed intent to keep you on the bed. he was very much tempted to threaten you with a promise to cuff yourself to the bed if you keep being stubborn, but he decided not to. instead, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal hound until the medicine kicked in and you fell into a deep slumber.
“let's have a picnic under the sun when you recover, yeah? but for now, let me just guard you while you're at your most vulnerable, sweetheart.”
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neuvillette, the infamously aloof and diligent iudex, was anything but austere when it came to you. one might say he takes his role as your husband more seriously than his role as the chief of justice - and considering his accomplishments as the latter, it was an understatement to say that he excelled as your lover.
the day you got sick, rain fell throughout fontaine, persistent and seemingly neverending. it mattered not if it was just a common cold. you might as well be on your deathbed judging from the saddened gaze of your dearest’s sharp eyes and the way he was calling upon all doctors in fontaine to check up on you. even when you tried to lighten up his somber mood with your words, he merely grasped your hands tighter and brought them to his forehead, silently vowing to do all he could to make you healthy again.
“it is maddening that i do not have the power to heal humans, but rest assured that i will ensure that you can recover in the fastest and most efficient way possible, my love.”
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the only time master diluc would be present in the kitchen is when 1) it’s a special day to you or the both of you, or 2) you’re cooking, or 3) you’re sick.
and currently, you’ve fallen ill from your recent adventure of dancing in the rain with your beloved. it was an addition into the romantic moments which the two of you would no doubt engrave in your hearts, yet while his pyro vision had subconsciously kept your lover’s body temperature from droppimg, it failed to do the same to you - hence why you were left with a bad case of flu and sore throat.
still, being sick while being diluc’s lover had its perks: for one, there were the maids who would take a good care of you, and they were always so considerate of your needs, especially when you were in this condition. but the best part would have to be your devoted red haired man doting after you like an overly attached falcon, personally taking it upon himself to nurse you back to full health. he was ever so patient with you, chuckling when you babble nonsensically, brain fogged and loose-lipped.
“yes, dear. i shall take it upon myself to ‘un-sick’ you. now, it’s time for your medicine. i’ll help you sit up... my love, don’t make that face… i promise to give you a forehead kiss if you finish the medicine.”
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sherlockig · 3 months
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Hello my little grieving friends (aka my CREW!)
I just want to talk about how much our flag means death has given me. I have not had internet friends since i were a teenager. They all kind of disapeared over time in the same way as high school classmates went away. I have been on this blog on tumblr since 2010 and i have never experienced what ofmd has given me. Not even in my very derranged ca 5 year long sherlock-era did i get to befriend and know this many amazing people who live in my phone. Some of you have come and gone and that is life, but some of you are still here and I hope I get to keep you here for a very long time. Max can not stop us and I want to be here with you until tumblr is put down like the beloved rabid pet it is.
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I think we are all taking the news very hard and I think it's important to remember what it is all about really. It's about love and family and above all else the crew so i just want to show some love for my beloved mutuals. And i hope maybe some of you will be inspired to do the same because its what we need in these dark times. We need to be a lighthouse guiding each other to shore.
First of all @gentlebeard - Ella💕 my beloved honey 🍯 I can not explain properly or even believe how lucky I am that I found you and that I get a little good morning from you every day. We have been talking every single day since the first message over a year ago and I don't remember or want to remember how i survived before that. I will treasure the time i spent drinking pina coladas on your balcony in the sun forever and i hope i will get some more time on that balcony this summer. I have found a pirate bar in Sweden so we can continue our expensive pirate drinks theme that we started in Berlin. There is no one else i want to spend 6-8 hours talking to over the phone.💕My partner in crime, lasagna partner and floor person or whatever nicknames we have come up with during this time. You are not just the perfect friend to have, you are also funny, sweet, smart and a expert at making fanvideos that make me cry my heart out and laugh my lungs up - sometimes at the same time 💕💕
@blakbonnet - Meow my darling💕 you were the first one i really started to talk to in the fandom and i am so glad i did. You brighten my days and i love talking to you you brilliant humanbeing (i often find myself thinking i have listened to much to cabin pressure because i struggle to use any other word than brilliant to explain things.. the Arthur runs deep in me) also thank you for being my personal skincare guide in life!! Your fics, your art, your edits, your gifs, your meta the whole you make my dash a better place and we are all happy to have you! There is nothing you are not good at and i am both a bit jealus and impressed by you. Its Meows fandom we all just live in it 💕💕
@youshouldseemeinadeerstalker - Nes my dear💕 We may not be talking very often but I know I always have you there. I loved our vacation together and we had so much to talk about that we didn't even realize that the same song kept playing in my car so long that it messed up my spotify wrapped. It was amazing taking naps with you outside ruins of castles and in botanical gardens and living together in the worlds smallest hotel room. I hope we can get lost together in more cities than Hamburg and Copenhagen. (preferably without rain and sickness and maybe with a map) 💕💕
@darkinerry - Marlena 💕 its a pleasure getting weather and work updates from you and i am always interested in knowing what you have been up to and what you have to say. It brightens my day, please never stop!! Your videos and gifsets can make any day better and you are always kind and funny which are two things i appreciate hugely in my friends!! 💕💕 + You have the coolest haircut out of all my mutuals 😌
@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Ash my wife💕 my love💕Nothing can make me scream, blush and giggle as much as your fanart. You have this style of everything you make from fanart to dolls to interior design that is so special and breathtaking. One day we will drink so many lattes in a cosy cafe and then sniff lush products for the rest of the day. 💕 You are always there for me - as a online shoulder to cry on or to motivate me with the smuttiest wips ever. I am happy to be mutual married to you 💕💕
@bizarrelittlemew - Ida 💕- my thirsting for rhys brother in arms. I can not imagine tumblr without your gifs or your posts. I love screaming with you over a picture of rhys darbys bicep. I am so happy i got to meet you this summer and i really hope it will happen again. We are not that far from each other, just some miles and a stupid bridge; we can make it. You are always a sweetheart and an incredible friend who write the hottest fanfiction ever💕💕
@dickfuckk - josh 💕 (who I also thought for a long time was called tyler) I dont know where the fandom would be without your bts blog! its a international treasure and a service to humanity. i don't know how you do it. 💕You always have everything i have ever been looking for and as a bonus you are witty and funny like no one else. I am so happy i got to meet you and spend a whole day in your company! 💕
@izzy-b-hands - Holden my absolute darling!💕 I am so glad I got the chance to get to know you! You are smart, funny and kind and my izzy mutual tm. You are always there for me with kind words and I am still forever shipping izzy and the third badminton brother which I think is the best headcanon I have ever helped coming up with. 💕
@funforahermit - Kristina 💕 Your love for Rhys and your gifs are a staple on tumblr and my dash. I know where to go when i need someone to understand how hot Steve is (even if we have agreed that he is yours and Murray is mine which i still think is a fine deal). I very often make or see a picture of Rhys and my first thought is "I NEED TO SHOW KRISTINA THIS" so you live rentfree in my brain 💕
@rainbowcrowley - Addi 💕If i ever start playing wow again you bet i am gonna be talking your ear off about my little frost mages progress but in the meantime i am happy to have you on my dash and even if we don't talk that much are you a beloved part of my dash and brighten it daily.💕💕
@fandomsmeantheworldtome - Maria💕 You were one of the very first people i found in this fandom and your gifs might have helped my rhys obession taking form. You might be into many things I have never heard of but its a pleasure seeing your excitement over everything. You are always a ray of sunshine and i love that so much💕💕
@tabbystardust - Tabby dear💕 You are the kindest person I know who I always get the strongest need to hug and hold close. Your fanart is beyond this world and i adore it like nothing else. Its always both hot and soft in the best way ever💕 I am always excited to get kitty updates and to hear about your ramen receipts. I hope we can still meet at the con next year! I am game if you are!! 💕💕
@hummingbee-o0o - Humming 💕 (i dont know your name sorry) I am always excited to hear your thoughts and metas about everything ofmd related as well as your beautiful art. 💕 it was a pleasure to scream about season 2 after every watched episode!💕
@xoxoemynn - Emy 💕💕 i am so happy to be mutual with you! 💕You always bring joy to the people who get to be around you and fill my dash with the same. We might not talk often but i know you got my back! That is the kind of person you are!💕
@saltpepperbeard - Jodi💕 No one write tags on tumblr dot com like you. There is nothing that can cheer me up more than see that one of my posts has gotten a whole ass novel written in the tags and then i instinctively know that its you who have left your wonderful mark. You are always excited and such a lovely human to be mutual with. 💕 And on top of that you make incredible gifs that make my heart stop!!! 💕💕
@autumnbois - Kai 💕💕 I hope you are doing okay. We might not talk much right now but you were there for me when i needed it most and you are a good friend to have living in my phone.💕💕 I will think of you whenever i see something related to scream and your love for piccrew always make me smile💕
@edsbacktattoo - Jams, jams jams! 💕 We are never online at the same time because of the damn time differences *shakes fist* but you are a staple in this fandom. Your art is incredible and you are the sweetest cookie in the jar. You are funny and always spread good energy to everyone around you and I love that with my whole heart💕💕
@kiwistede - Sam 💕 Your love for stede and rhys is unmet and i love you for that. You are always a good source for some rhys darby insanity and we all know that is what i treausure most here in life! 💕💕
@stedesearring - Kaitlin💕 You are the sweetest and kindest soul out here always spreading joy and love like the sun of my dash. 💕 I always love seeing you and i am happy to have the pleasure to have you as a friend in my phone! 💕💕
@stedebonnets - Ara 💕 Where would we be without your gifs?? without your joy?? without your blog?? without you?? No one knows! I am so happy to call you a mutual and friend and you always bring a smile to my face. Always!!💕💕
@appleteeth - Liz 💕 No one is quite as normal about rhys darby as you and it a pleasure to watch! Speaking of pleasure.. your fic the slightest touch is an all time favorite of mine and i would be embarrassed to tell you how many times i have read it... you are one of my mutuals that i am baffled that they want to follow me. Its a privilege! 💕
@as-a-creww - Caroline dear 💕 You are a beloved mutual and your blog are a permanent part of my dash and i want to keep it like that! you are the friendliest of the friendliest and what is more important than that?? 💕💕
@nandorisms - Ed dear💕 Your shameless reblogs makes the world go around. You are always sweet and a much needed wwdits addition to my life. I count you as a dear friend living in my heart!💕
@londonlock - Londie! 💕💕 The only sherlock mutual i have left and i am very happy to have kept you! 💕 I might have left those days behind me but you know as well as i that sherlock lives in my soul and seeing some sherlock and john love on a daily basis keep me grounded and on top of that are you such a romantic and beautiful human being! 💕💕
@follovver - Tanya 💕 My fellow Swedish ofmd fan! I am very happy to have found you! its nice to be able do discuss it in my mother tongue and i hope we one day can do it live! its to bad we never met when we went to the same uni (or maybe we did but didn't know) Du är fantastisk!! 💕
@wastingyourgum - Al💕(which i always read in my head as artificial intelligence and giggle because it make me feel like you are a robot) My fellow rhys friend. You bring me doses of darby when its most needed and your blog is always on fleek 💕💕
@xray-vex - Xray 💕 100 % one of my funniest mutuals!💕💕 You make hilarious posts that no one else could even dream of coming up with! Always top tier blog content and what more can a girl ask for??💕
@jellybeanium124 - Nina💕 I can not imagine my blog without you! Your posts are always a delight and you are so nice and sweet and funny and incredible (even when you make math mistakes kisses kisses) You bring a honest joy into the fandom that we could not live without! 💕💕
@thunderwingdoomslayer - Nellie 💕 My official rhys darby gif provider who I come to as if i needed a new hit of an illegal substance. I salute you and thank you for your service!💕💕
@forestofsprites - Green my dear 💕You might have gone from ofmd to be the supernatural provider of my dash but that does not stop you from being the kindest forest spirit i know. Your presence is calming in a way i can not explain and i am glad to have you and your love for meg here.💕💕
@cheersmequeers - Kate💕💕 A big puzzle piece to bring my dash together. Always filling it with my favorite gay pirates and i love having you here. Always friendly and full of love.💕💕
@sugashook - Sugaaa💕💕 You know i am in love with your art! Your art is always on top and it bring me back to life every time. I keep the dress i bought from you on the outside of my closet so every morning its the first thing i see and it sets the day right!💕💕 I wear your art on my tshirt to the gym as often as i can hoping to lure in a ofmd fan between the weights but that has not happened yet sadly!! Never stop making your art!! The world would be at loss if that happened 💕💕
@lacefuneral - Jay 💕(should be called YAY because that is what i say when i see a new selfie or fashion post from you) You are a fantastic friend and i love your love for stede and you are always kind and patient in a way that makes me comfortable to ask you questions about something i might not be familiar with. You are forever my moth mutual in my mind 💕💕
@meanmisscharles - Charles 💕 In my head i call you charles but i don't think that is your name but i hope its okay with you! Always friendly and sweet but ready to fight the bullshit the other spread! and such a source for good music recommendations!! 💕💕
@forpiratereasons - Darcy 💕literary no one does it like Darcy! Aways bringing the best ofmd posts to my dash and ensuring i don't miss anything! You are incredible! 💕💕
@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles my dear 💕 You make incredible art both the cute and amazing ofmd art but also the gorgeous historical art you post. Its a pleasure to see you talk about history but also about our beloved gay pirates. Your snoopy ofmd art will live in my heart forever and i think it might be healing me a bit. Maybe even watering my crops and clearing my skin! And those valentine ofmd arts from last year. I am 100 % gonna bring them back this February like beloved decorations you store in the attic. 💕💕💕
@awkward-fallen-angel - Heather 💕 You are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure to come across. You bring a big excitement and attention to the things you like and it moves along to everyone near. I mean i have watched long critical role videos just because you spoke so warmly about them and i wanted to know what it meant. I love having you here. 💕💕
@mxmollusca - Mx 💕 (dont know your name so i am just calling you that) I mean you are an incredible writer. I have only managed to read ifwts once because i cried so much that i am scared to open it again because i might just never stop crying. You are creative and funny and absolutely totally normal about rhys darby which in my book is a very good thing to be. And besides that you are a very friendly and nice mutual who is always a pleasure to interact with. 💕💕
@poisonintopositivity - Lilias💕 We have not talked much but we have been mutuals for a very long time and i hope you know that i appreciate you greatly as a mutual and you always but the best posts on my dash!💕💕
@glam-hutchence - Birb 💕💕my dear bird lover! You are a sweet potatoe and i love reading about your love for music and the concerts you go to.💕 Its so nice to take a little part of your life. You are always there for me and i always get happy when i talk to you. You are like a little happy pill! 💕💕
@turtles-on-turts - Turts 💕 Whenever i see a turtle i think about you. Its your brand! You make amazing art! and the ones on canvas always blow me away. 💕💕 Its incredible. You are also so very pretty and i have that picture of you in your depression robe with all the pigeons imprinted in my mind because it such a cute one. You are always very friendly and i love reading your personal posts as well. 💕💕
@vonlipwig - Franky 💕 You bring me lots of normality about rhys darby but these days also a huge bunch of normality about david tennant which i appreciate a lot. You are very nice and i stand by my assesment that you have a very cool aura!💕💕
@haeva - Mar my beloved💕 You bring me my wifes emily and valkyrie and a bunch of amazing posts about everything i can imagine. You are loving and sweet and good at maths which i am always very impressed by. I love being your mutual and doing ask games with you is a pleasure!💕💕
@mykonossalome - Myko💕 When i see moomin i think of you because i know how much you love it. We dont talk as much as i would like but the interactions we have had has meant a lot to me and i love seeing you posting about the things you love! 💕💕
@cottoncandiescupcakes - Cupcake 💕 I love that you are always so excited over our boy the swede and its a pleasure to compare language with you. We can continue fighting if the swede belong to the dutch or the swedes but that is a pleasure!💕💕
@mister-brightside - Andrea my dear💕. Your art is always perfect and whenever i see a picture of izzy giving the middle finger i think about you! Its your brand and its your picture now and no one can change that. You are sweet and caring and a lovely mutual to have. thank you!💕💕
@merryfinches - Kylie 💕 What can i say more than that i ADORE your fanart. The colours the style the softness of it all is exactly what we all need in these times. Every single time it shows up on my dash it makes my heart grows softer and my love grow stronger! I love it so so much. 💕
@ofmd-ann - Ann 💕 You glorious glorious gifmaker! Your gifs are always beautiful and these last days you have saved me with your wrecked edits. As a supplier of rhys darby gifs i love you forever. You are a hero love. 💕💕
@usersukuna - Bia 💕You are a gif magician. Your gifs are perfect and you are also very kind and sweet and i am so glad i can call you a mutual! You light up tumblr like no one else and i am always happy to see you on my dash.💕💕
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If you are not in this list it does not mean that i dont love you or have forgotten about you it means that tumblr has put a limit to how many people you can tag which sucks. But if i follow you then it means i love and appreciate you. 💕💕💕 And you know what? We will make it through this hard and trying times of greedy streaming services putting an end to our gay pirates show. I love you all and you know what??
We will make it through as A CREW!
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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year
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hi love! big fan of your blog <3 if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I request hc's for a gender neutral MC who calls the obey me boys (minus luke ofc) by terms of endearment as a nickname, like calling mammon honey! love you, have a great day!
Hi anon! I'm assuming you're asking for their reactions to being called smth like that and what they'd prefer to be called? Idk but that's what I did lol. Hope you enjoy!
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
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Lucifer:
I think the first time you use a term of endearment for him, he's just kinda like 🧍 LMAO
like it just catches him so off guard bc he's not used to it
if you call him smth serious like "darling" or "sweetie," he will blush but try to hide it
if it's smth dumb like "my honey bunches of oats," he's going to give you the most unimpressed look imaginable
definitely prefers to call you and to be called the more 'mature' terms such as darling, honey, my love, sweetheart, my beloved, and so on
Mammon:
blushes 47103784 different shades and can't stop stuttering the first time you call him one
pretends to not like them but is actually obsessed
he will legit think you're mad at him if you use his name instead of a pet name 😭✋😂
likes calling you the cheesy, dorky stuff like sweetie (pie), cutie (pie), my honey bunches of oats, sugar, sunshine, buttercup, sweet pea, and so on
he likes when you call him babe/baby, honey, sweetie, handsome, sweet thang, good lookin, and probs smth ridiculous like stud muffin 💀
Levi:
dies on the spot. rip Levi
nah but he fr gets SO embarrassed
honestly probably takes him a while to call you anything other than your name and "normie" 😭✋
when he finally gets with the program, he'd probably start out with calling you basic stuff like babe/baby and beautiful, and then might start warming up to more playful ones like queen/king or even smth oddly specific like Pudding Pop which ofc has a funny story behind it
he likes it when you call him babe/baby. And while these next ones are so corny and cheesy that it makes him want to die, he secretly loves them. Honey bun, sweetie (pie), love bug, and mayhaps even a baby boy?
Satan:
I can't decide if he'd be blushing red from embarrassment or would just be such a cocky bastard about it 😭✋
idk maybe if he was unsure about your feelings then he'd be flustered, but if he knew how you felt, he'd just be smirking as his sharp tongue went unchecked
honestly, probably uses similar terms that Luci uses, but I think he'd also use terms that are from books, poetry, and so on. Stuff like rosebud, jewel, my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, beau, dove, cara mia ("my beloved" in Italian), and so on. He'd also love to call you kitten/kitty cat/etc
he'd probably, again, like similar ones that Luci prefers. I think he'd also like things like Romeo, my other half, soulmate, my one and only, and other stuff like that. He even grows to like "old man" despite the fact that he pretends to hate it 💀
Asmo:
sigh. where to even start with this man
he's been calling you pet names since day one 😭💀
it ranges from cutie to sexy, baby to mi amor, sweet cheeks to darling, little dove to doll. it's a new one every time he addresses you I stg. It honestly just depends on what kind of mood he's/you're in, where you are, who you're with, etc.
he likes when you call him the same things, but especially likes anything that refers to his looks such as handsome, dream boat, papi, hot stuff, sexy, casanova, and so on. He also likes things like prince charming and my knight in shining armor
Beel:
my time has come
probably blushes when you call him one but then gets super happy and is just cheesin for the rest of the day
loves loves loves when you both use food ones 😭😂 sweetie pie, honey (bun), jellybean, cupcake, dumpling, buttercup, sugarplum, puddin, sugar, the list goes on 😭✋😂
I think he would also like the really sweet and cute ones too though like honey bunny, love bug, my love, darling, and so on
Belphie:
can dish it out but can't eat what he's cookin LMAO
easily calls you pet names but always gets so embarrassed when you return it. (He's probably the type to get angry when you call him something sweet or cute LMAO like his embarrassment turns into anger to cope with it anogifehdfah)
he loves calling you my moon/stars/sun(shine). I think he'd also use ones like angel, babe/baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and so on
he'd like when you call him sleepyhead, teddy bear, babe/baby, and snuggle bug. Super cheesy ones like snookums or smth like that will never fail to make him grin and chuckle
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bunnysbrainrot · 7 months
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What would our favorite people from Supernatural call you when it’s just the two of you? Here’s what I think.
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Sam: huge fan of ‘baby’, as plain as it seems. Also loves ‘honey’ and ‘angel’. Overall very sweet, focused on praise and endearment.
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Dean: ‘baby girl’ is his favorite, ‘sweetheart’ is close behind, but not used in the heat of the moment as much. When things are especially heavy, he uses ‘darlin’’ with his usual drawl. It’s the tone he uses that spurs you on. If things are intense, he uses more… degrading terms
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Crowley: ‘sweetness’ is the most common. He also uses ‘my love’ or ‘my darling’. Very insistent on the my part. Dirtier terms are used for you when things intensify, especially using ‘thing’ when he’s feeling degrading.
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Castiel: Despite being our beloved angel, that’s not a term he uses with you. Cas tends to use ‘honey’ to practice those people skills. He uses your name most often, whispering it into your ear.
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Charlie: Epitome of sweet. More doting names like ‘honey’, ‘baby’, and nicknames she’s made for you.
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thekillingmoonmoon · 1 year
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blood money, red velvet
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Pairing: Choso x Fem! Reader x Yuki Warnings: NSFW, smut, threesomes, wlw, face sitting, oral, mutual masturbation, cum eating, choking, brief descriptions blood, brief description of death (murder), brief description of gang violence, mention of drugs (maybe), pet names: Yuki calls reader “darlin, “sweet thing” “princess” “doll”, Choso calls her “pretty thing” “little one” “love”, reader do be kinda freaky because she really just goes for it Synopsis: You need help, desperately. And Yuki is your last chance. But what if Yuki’s compensation is different from what you expected? Length: 5k
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“No deal.” She was golden, her hair dripping sweet sunlight as she leaned back in the chair across from you. Burnt umber eyes giggled at you over the rim of her drink and she left scarlet lipstick stains on her glass. You sighed, deflating into the lush upholstery of the luxurious velvet couch. You knew that tonight’s endeavour was a long shot, one chance in a million. And you had lost. Tsukumo Yuki had been your last hope, but she had refused, and now, all you had left was blood on your hands.
“Yuki…” the voice behind you melted like dark chocolate over your tongue, bittersweet as you tasted the sympathy in its tones. Kamo Choso, the mediator for tonight’s negotiations, loomed over your shoulder to retrieve his drink, his dark eyes never leaving the crackling space between you and his long-term partner. He was well known for his professionalism during negotiations with Yuki, never showing any bias between involved parties and never dropping the soft “Tsukumo-san” he addressed her with throughout the meeting. Except for now, when her name fell in powdered sugar over your shoulders. Yuki looked up briefly into her lover’s eyes before her hot honeyed gaze met yours once again. “I'm sorry, sweet thing,” she cooed, “as much as I’d love to make a deal with you, I’ve made a vow to myself that I won’t break, not even for a pretty darling like you.” You nodded, already gathering up what little was left of your dignity to depart and rose from your seat. A pity, you thought, as you gave the pair one last longing glance. They were beautiful, unearthly, unreal. Choso with his pristine porcelain skin, his inky locks and storm-swept eyes, Yuki with her gold-spun strands and sun-kissed skin. They were gods, and you were a mere mortal, forced into prostration before their altar as you laid out your meagre offerings. Offerings that you yourself would refuse.
You looked to Yuki. “It’s my family, isn’t it?” you asked, the answer already on your lips, “the deal is damn good, my family’s the problem.” Yuki scrunched her nose. “Your father’s a misogynistic asshole and your brother’s a sadistic fuck.” “Yuki!” panic coloured Choso’s words, but your carmine giggle cut him off. “That’s for sure,” you sighed, “alright, well I appreciate you meeting,” you looked to Choso, “and mediating with me anyway.” You turned to leave, your last dregs of hope and humanity left behind on the plush red velvet of Yuki’s couch. Your hand was on the doorknob when you were stopped dead, the deep purr of Yuki’s voice reverberating around the room before vibrating through your ribs. “I might just break my vow for you, princess, but only once those fuckers have left your family,” Yuki offered, taking your previous place on the couch, reaching up to cup the back of Choso’s neck and bring him down behind her. You half-turned, mouth parted, but the dark-haired man spoke before you, his lips brushing his lover’s skin as he smiled, “What she means to say, little one, is that if you, and only you, come to us for a deal, we’d be more than happy to do business with you, beloved.”
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Two months later and you’re lost, losing yourself in the primal thump of the dancefloor in a club you can’t even name. You think it’s the White Lotus, one of the many establishments operating under the Gojo Family’s name. This one was a gift to one of their main members, although you’d be damned if you could remember his name. Deto? Geto? You didn’t care. You weren’t here for business. Business, business, business, then blood and guts and bones, and then business once again. Blood saturated every second of your life, dripping from your fingertips across the floor, staining your flaws, your failings. You had won the war, won the fight for successorship, won the fight that took the lives of your family. The new Family Head, welcomed with wary eyes and loud whispers of “why was a woman allowed to go so far?”. The other Families had been outright hostile, bar the Gojo clan, who were too powerful to care about who succeeded a minor clan amongst their cornucopia of wealth.
You had won, and now blood dripped down your fingertips onto the dancefloor, a construction of your now corrupted mind, constantly casting crimson across your life. You shook your head, shaking the sin and the nightmare from your head. You had come here for fun, freedom, for the fantasy of a normal life as you lost yourself in the music.
With the next song, you’re at the bar, barking for a shot of vodka and cranberry chaser, baring your teeth in a frightening attempt at a smile at the other patrons. Of course, they were just normal people, living normal lives, letting loose in their otherwise normal, monotonous, peaceful lives. Part of you hated them, hated their harmonious existences, free from the constant havoc and conflict of your own world. But, luckily, the clan tattoo across your neck had its perks, and your drinks slid across the counter to your waiting hands. You relished the burn of the shot down your throat, baring yourself to the shiver that ran through your body. You drank your juice a bit slower, scanning the crowd for any possible prey, any possible pure soul for you to lose yourself in for a night. You smouldered, the tension in your lower stomach tight enough for you to seek out some release, some relief from the relentless blood on your hands. Nothing. No-one. Too normal.
So you resigned yourself to music as your refuge. You slipped enough notes across to the surprised bartender, before dissolving back into the seething throng of bodies.
The bass reverberated through your bones, the bump of your hips, the curve of your spine. You weren’t drunk, it would take a lot more than a shot to intoxicate you, but the taught muscles of your shoulders relaxed, leaving you loose to dance.
You swung your head back, letting that blood-red light slide across your skin as you soaked yourself in the smoky air and sultry beat. Your hands stretched to the sky, bathing your arms in blood, bare, reaching, reaching, your dancing fingers desperately trying to find something, anyone, to hold onto.
Ivory spilt over your skin, long pale fingers adorned with silver rings spinning over your hands to twirl your body toward a solid chest of wine-dark silk. “And what do we have here, my dear?” Choso murmured over your shoulder, blood-dark lips just inches from yours, the scarlet glitter below his eyes catching in the simmering light of the club. “A little bit of fun, don’t you think, darlin’?” a woman’s voice bled across you, dripping gold and glamour, brightened by the bright scarlet painted across Yuki’s mouth.  You were stuck between them, Choso’s firm chest to yours, silver-spun hands heavy on your hips. Yuki had draped herself over your shoulders, her hair falling in shimmering cascade over your skin, causing you to shiver. “Tsukumo-san, Kamo-san, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you willed your voice not to waver, to stay still despite the soft tickle of their hands on your skin. “Ah – ah – ah – does it look like we’re working?” Yuki tutted, you glanced at her over your shoulder, eyes widening at the ebony lace tracing over her skin, barely covering her breasts. “N-no,” your gaze flickered back to Choso, whose pale chest glimmered between the unbuttoned wine dark silk of his shirt. You chose to look at the floor instead. “Exactly,” Yuki leaned in, purring past your ear, “so there’s no need to be so formal with us, right Choso?” Her partner nodded; his painted lips pulled into a gentle smirk. His soft grip over your hips grew heavier and you could feel his thumbs hook through your belt loops, tugging you tighter to his body.
“Would you dance with us, little one?” he cooed, and before you could think, you were nodding, swept up in the flurry of hands and hips and music that carried you deeper into the crowd. Their hands never left you, constantly brushing over your clothes, leaving lightning bolts rippling across your skin. Choso turned you to press his chest to your back, his hips flush to your backside, his lips a whisper away from your neck. Yuki dropped to a crouch in front of you, running her hands up over your body as she rose from her squat, her golden eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. As she rose to her feet, she leaned in, close enough that you could taste the cherry liquor on her breath, her mouth a mere gasp away. Her hands wound around your waist before she spun you back to face Choso.
 Choso’s eyes glowed darkly, his pupils lost to his shadowed gaze. He pushed your hair back from your face before his hand settled around your neck. His rings felt cold against your throat, and as he pressed his fingers into your flesh, you shuddered.
“Will you kiss me, pretty thing?” Choso asked. You glanced over your shoulder, drinking in the soft scent of cherries and strawberries that sang from Yuki’s gold-spun hair. Dark eyes glittered at you, greedy and gold. “Go ahead, darlin’,” Yuki cooed, “but only if you want to,” she reached up to rub her thumb along your bottom lip, tracing the plump flesh and letting it pop back into place after she pulled it down.
 Choso was whiskey-warm, bittersweet on your tongue as he brought his mouth to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. You gasped, feeling Yuki’s hands begin to wander up your sides, slipping beneath your shirt to tickle your skin with seductive shivers. Choso used your surprise, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan. You sighed into the kiss, letting the cold rings on his fingers wind up into your hair, the other hand hard and firm on your hip. Choso let you go with a gasp before leaning over your shoulder to kiss his girlfriend.
You were pressed tight between them, Choso’s thigh pushed between your legs, Yuki’s hands beneath your breasts. You could hear the soft suckle and moan of their mouths in the crook of your neck and involuntarily bucked your hips against Choso. “oh~?” Yuki smiled into Choso’s open mouth, “you like that, princess?” You tucked your head away, already feeling your cheeks burning in abashment. “Not so fast, little one,’ Choso caught your jaw in his hand, gently cupping your chin and guiding your gaze back to Yuki, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “What? You gonna let Choso taste but not me?” she leaned in closer, her lips barely a breath away. You shook your head. Yuki cocked your head, “Then use your words, sweet thing. Else you’ll never get what you want,” you frowned, your idle arms looped around Choso’s neck suddenly loose to lace your fingers into Yuki’s long, lustrous hair. “Kiss me, Yuki,” you commanded, your words wobbling across on drunken legs to her giggling golden eyes. “With pleasure, princess,” and she kissed you, smearing sticky scarlet across your soul with the smack of her lips. She was intoxicating, invigorating, sweet and bright and sour in your mouth as she brushed her fingers underneath your bra. You arched your back into her touch, accidentally shifting your hips along Choso’s thick thigh. The pair of you groaned, the heat between your legs growing greater as your male partner pressed his flesh tighter to yours. “That’s it, little one,” he rumbled, just above the bass, “fuck yourself on me”
 You shivered, wanting to stop, but Yuki bit down on your bottom lip, her hands leaving your breasts to land on your hips. She rocked her hips against yours, guiding your hips onto Choso’s thigh so that your clit hit the rough ridges of your pants, causing you to gasp softly into her kiss.  “Good girl,” Yuki hummed, “there’s our pretty princess.”  Choso picked up her trailing kiss, capturing your lips in a sultry sweet kiss, sucking your tongue into his red wine mouth and biting down gently. You yelp and Choso curses, “Fuck, love, I can’t,” he looks past you, to his partner in crime, “not when she makes noises like that” “Then why don’t you make her make more of those noises for us,” Yuki peered around at you, “You would like that, right, sweet thing?”
You’re coloured crimson by them, each touch and tease pushing you deeper and deeper into a dark maroon pool of pleasure. You’re plush, plump red velvet spilling from the seams as Yuki presses her chest to yours. You’re caught between them, captured in the sweet scarlet siren call that their voices lace through the air. “I thought,” you panted between lipsticked kisses, “I thought we were conducting negotiations?” you pleaded, only to be ignored as they further intoxicated you with every touch. Choso’s hands scattered up the bare skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver and clench, a sigh filling Yuki’s lips with your secrets. “Oh? Our little one is so sensitive, hmm?” she cooed at Choso, who chased the ripple of your stomach with his touch, his painted fingers skimming the high hem of your pants. “I wonder what pretty panties she has on for us,” his dark eyes never left you, dripping from the bare skin of your shoulders to where his fingers fiddled with the buttons of your pants. “What if she isn’t wearing any?” Yuki pondered, as if the pads of her fingers weren’t sidling beneath the bottom of your shirt, her blunt nails barely scratching as she traced the skin below your bra. “I,” your chest heaved, “I am.” “hmm, so you didn’t plan on seducing us tonight?” Choso hummed in your ear, doubt tainting his tone. “Of course – hah,” you flinched as he finally undid your jeans, “of course not –“ you whined, the overwhelming warmth of his hand over your clothed cunt enough to drive all thoughts from your mind. A single, thick, finger trailed between your folds, dragging the drenched lace of your underwear between your swollen pussy lips, caressing your clit. “Really now, princess? Do you expect us to believe you?” Yuki sneered, sharply pinching at your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “What do you mean?” you managed, fighting to keep your forehead from falling forward onto Yuki as Choso carefully circled your clit. “Dancing like that, dressed like this,” Yuki tugged your shirt over your shoulders, “it’s like you were looking for a fuck.”
Whilst you huffed and puffed at his girlfriend, Choso took the chance to slide your panties aside and pressed past your tense, wet walls. “Ah!” you immediately melted around him, his finger filling your tight cunt until you trembled. Your legs shook, clenching at the hand at the crux of your thighs, but you straightened yourself up. “And what if I was? I wasn’t looking to fuck you two in particular, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little fun,” you bristled, despite Choso’s enchanting touch, despite the dizzying scent of Yuki’s perfume. The man behind you rumbled, resting his great weight on your shoulder as he peered at his partner. “There’s nothing wrong at all, little one,” Choso pecked your cheek, too sweetly, softly, sinking his finger deeper into your silken cunt. You gasped and nearly didn’t hear his following growl. “But the thought of someone else’s hands on our pretty doll…” the threat was lost to his patterned throat. You were about to answer when his thumb brushed over your clit, causing you to buckle around him, thighs clamping and clenching around him.  “but you’re here with us, now,” Yuki added, reaching around your back to undo your bra. You shivered as the cold air hit your newly exposed skin.  “And you’re so tight and wet for us, love,” Choso murmured into your ear, leaving a litany of maroon marks and lipstick kisses across your now bare shoulders. He curled his finger deeper into your cunt, and you threw your head back onto his shoulder.  “Gorgeous,” Yuki murmured, taking each breast in her hands, pinching your nipples and sucking one into her soft warm mouth. Your cheeks heated, but the sensation of embarrassment was lost to the sensation of Yuki’s lips and fingers. Choso began shucking your pants down your legs, letting you step out of the fallen garment and immediately snaking his arms back around your waist, trailing your soft sweet slick over your stomach.
 “Do you want to make her cum for me?” Choso asked Yuki, who smiled around you. She released your breast with a pop, breaking away to lay a hot kiss over Choso's mouth, once again kissing him over your shoulder. She walked you through the house, stepping backwards through doors as she led you to their bedroom, a sumptuous feast of red and gold. Your mouth dropped open, unused to the myriad of textures and colours that swarmed you, letting Yuki spin you around and plop you on her scarlet satin sheets.
 Choso came and stood behind her, putting his slick-soaked fingers into her vermillion mouth. She moaned obscenely around his digit, choking out slightly as he fucked his hand into her mouth. You watched on in awe, splayed beneath them, as Choso pulled Yuki’s shirt over her head to expose her reams of smooth tanned skin. You sighed, content to just watch Choso touch his girlfriend, his painted fingers fondling and groping her with a roughness he barely used with you. He grabbed at her breasts, cupping her bra as he shoved his fingers deep down her throat.
 You whined, pressing your legs together at the sight, alerting the pair to your neglected state. “Oh poor thing,” Yuki slipped out of Choso’s arms, “did you miss us?” she kneeled in front of you, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you. Choso took off his shirt, revealing the planes painted over his back in red ink, the piercing eyes of a crane staring back at you as his spine rippled. He sat in a chair opposite the bed, unbuckling his pants and settling his hand over the throbbing bulge in his underwear. Yuki stood up, and swung her leg behind you, tugging you so that you were seated on her lap, your thighs hooked over the wide silk legs of her black pants. You looked up, surprised to be manhandled into such a spread position, wide open for Choso’s viewing. “Look at my girls,” he hissed, palming himself through his boxers, gripping his thick length through the fabric. Yuki slithered her rough hands around your waist, her red-painted nails snapping at the elastic of your underwear.
“Do you like this pair of panties in particular?” she asked, and before you could respond, the fabric tore with a sharp sting, her strong fingers ripping the flimsy lace apart to fully expose your puffy pussy to Choso.  “Yuki?” you yelped, already melting into the warm rubbing of her palms over your stinging flesh.  “Ssh, princess, I’ll buy you more,” she pressed the warmth of her palms into the flesh of your inner thighs, spreading your shy legs open so that you were fully exposed to Choso. “Isn’t our doll stunning?” Yuki asked Choso, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at the man seated before you.  “Beautiful, both of you,” Choso crooned, his breath catching as you gasped, Yuki’s fingers finding your clit and circling the nerves, She pressed a single finger into your cunt, your cheeks heating at the sweet squelch that echoed through the room.
 “So wet,” Yuki cooed, splitting your slit with two fingers, curling her fingers deep into your cunt. Your back arched against her, but she held you still, her fingers still filling you with slow pumps. Her other hand cupped your breasts, grabbing and groping, her fingers spidering along your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their soft wake. She kept a slow, steady pace, stretching you out on her fingers, each pass brushing up against the point that had your tummy tightening. Choso shifted, shucking his pants to his ankles and pulling his cock fully out of his boxers. Your jaw dropped, and Yuki noticed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at Choso’s throbbing length “He’s gonna fill you so good, darlin’” Yuki purred, spreading her fingers in your cunt for emphasis, “Won’t you, love?” Choso nodded, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, his thumb swiping over his cockhead, smearing sticky salty precum down his cock. Yuki slipped a third finger into your silken cunt, spreading you further and pushing you closer to your climax. You groaned, fucking your hips forward onto her perfectly positioned hand, her other hand coming down to rub tight circled over your clit. You immediately seized, curling around Yuki’s tempting touch as you grew close to climax. “Do you want to cum, pretty thing?” Yuki cooed, curling her fingers just right so that your spine shuddered. You looked up at her, tears beginning to prick your salt-lined lashes. Her gold eyes giggled at you, so soft, pliant and wet in her hands. “Please, you panted, “please let me cum, Yuki,” you begged, but she shook her head. ”I’m not the one you should be askin’, princess,” she looked at her partner, “tell Choso how much you wanna cum, and maybe he’ll let you cum on my fingers.”
Choso’s face fell into a sly grin, "you’re cruel, Yuki,” he grunted, “you want her to beg just as much as I want to hear those pretty noises,” he stroked his cock, keeping time with Yuki’s slow and steady plunge into your plush cunt.  Yuki was about to respond, but you cut her off, straining against the iron grip she had you in. “Please, Choso, “ you keened, “please let me cum, please please please,” a single tear broke free from your lash line, trickling until Yuki caught it, liking it off her slick soaked fingers. “Please, Yuki,” you looked up and then at Choso, “Please Choso,” your voice broke a bit, “please let me cum, I wanna cum so badly," more tears fell from your closed eyes, spurred on by the relentless twist and flick of Yuki’s wrist as she fucked you to your high. You were barely holding on, your fists twined in the bedsheets as your knuckles clenched. You could feel your climax coming, just simmering beneath Choso’s heady stare as he jerked himself off in front of you. “Cum, little one,” Choso’s voice rippled through you, your body responding almost automatically, your muscles twitching and straining against Yuki. Red bursts behind your eyes, filling you up and spilling over into fizzing sunbursts that blazed through your body. You shivered and felt a hot, thick warmth cover your cunt, looked down to see that Choso had cum all over your pulsing pussy, his warm white seed sliding between your folds and over Yuki’s hand. She pulled free of you, letting you lie heavily against her shoulder, panting and huffing. She brought up her hand to your mouth, covered in a sticky mixture of your and Choso’s cum. You dropped your jaw, letting her walk her fingers over your tongue and down your throat, choking you slightly and the white liquid spilt down your throat.
 “Good girl,” Yuki cooed, “suck my fingers clean, darlin’,” she hummed, her other hand tracing patterning over your heaving stomach. Choso approached you, shedding his boxers and leaning over your spent body to kiss his woman. You could hear Yuki groan into the kiss, warm and inviting, her hand leaving your mouth to stroke Choso’s half-hard cock between you. A slight whine left Choso’s throat, his hips bucking toward you. He broke away from Yuki with a slurp and easily found your waiting mouth, tasting the potion of your releases on your lapping tongue. He held your jaw as he kissed you, careful and sweet, despite the way his lips dominated yours. Eventually, he broke away and laid back on the bed, gesturing the pair of you to come towards him.  He was hard again, the thick head of his cock slapping against his stomach as Yuki led you to where he lay.
“Do you wanna ride his cock, princess?” she tucked hair behind your ear, “ do you think you can do that for me?” she traced your lips with her fingertips. You nodded, sucking the tips of her fingers as she spoke. Choso lay beneath you as Yuki guided you over him, flinching as she spat on his dick and stroked it through your folds. “You ready, love?” she asked Choso, who nodded almost immediately, “you ready, pretty thing?” she asked you and you nodded, taking Choso’s cock into your hand and slowly easing yourself down on his tip.
You moan at the sensation, at the searing split of your lips over his large cockhead, spreading your folds until they were tight around his length. You got about halfway down when you stopped, both you and Choso breathing heavily. “You feel so good, little one,” Choso breathed, “so fucking tight,” his hands came to settle on your hips, gripping the already bruised flesh and helping you sink down another inch. Yuki began to trace small circles over your clit, causing you to yelp and eventually let Choso bottom out into your warm tight cunt. The pair of you groaned, your head coming down to rest on Choso’s chest. “That’s it, beloved,” he reassured, spidering spirals across your back, “There’s a good girl.” Eventually, eventually, you shakily raised yourself off Choso’s cock, falling back onto it with a hushed whimper of his name. Yuki helped you, lifting your hips up and down, grinding your clit into Choso’s pubic bone. “C’mere,” Choso said, gesturing to Yuki. She leaned down and gave him a kiss before he mumbled into her mouth. "Sit on my face, dove,” he instructed, and Yuki was quick to comply. She shed her pants and underwear in a flash, revealing long legs covered in tattoos. She slung her leg over Choso’s face, looking you right in the eye as she sunk down to his waiting mouth. “Fuck, Yuki, you’re so wet,” Choso cursed, his long red tongue coming up to lap at the sweet slick spilling from between Yuki’s thighs. Yuki grabbed your face with one hand and tugged you into a kiss, pushing you down deeper onto Choso’s cock as she began to ride his face. There, deep in the taste of Choso, Yuki, cherry liquor, and yourself, you lost your control, mindlessly rising and sinking on Choso’s cock, your breath stolen by Yuki’s dominating kiss. Tears pricked your lash line, brought on by the intense way Choso seemed to split you apart. Your whole body buzzed, fizzing with a bright hum of lust and pleasure. The room spun with the sound of squelching and sucking, Choso humming deep into Yuki’s cunt as he lapped at her clit.
You were close already, wound up by the intense stretch of Choso within you, driven dizzy by Yuki’s tongue and hand in your hair. You began to rut your hips onto Choso’s cock, your thighs losing energy but your cunt needy and pulsing. Choso Pulled Yuki from his mouth for a second. “She’s gonna cum,” he warned, “help her, Yuki.” Yuki’s hands found your hips immediately, lifting you and dropping you onto Choso’s cock with alarming speed and strength. You could feel Choso rearrange his feet behind you, putting his soles flat against the mattress to bounce you on his cock. Between the two of them, Choso pistoning into you from below, and Yuki lifting you from above, you bounced on Choso's cock until you saw stars, your eyes scrunching shut and tears spilling from your lashes. You cried as you came, a garbled mixture of Choso and Yuki’s names, your whole body shaking and spilling over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after your whole body shook and spilt over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after you, prolonging your orgasm with the sheer flood of thick syrupy cum that filled you. You lay half in Yuki’s arms as she came, breathing out Choso’s name and riding his face like an animal in heat. After that was a blur, Yuki’s golden hands leading you to their bathroom, Choso’s strong ivory arms holding you up in the shower as Yuki washed you. All the time they whispered your praises, cooing and kissing you until you were a boneless puddle of warmth and affection. Choso carried you back to their bed, laying you down in the middle as the pair of them flanked you in the bed. Choso pulled you into his chest, smelling like incense and sandalwood, and Yuki snuggled herself up behind you, her soft washed hair smelling of cherries and sunshine. And you, in between them, bare and vulnerable, covered by Yuki’s splayed hair and Choso’s ringed hands, slipping into a slumber filled with silver, gold and scarlet.
“What did Tengen say?” Choso whispered, sitting up in the bed. He pulled softly at a clove cigarette, letting the smoke spiral out in a trickle of languid clouds. Yuki came back into the bedroom, dressed only in Choso’s dress shirt.  “He was fine with it, although a little shocked that I should break my vow,” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, “I thought I told you not to smoke in the room anymore,” she grumbled, but Choso pointed to you. You lay curled up behind him, your arm slung around his waist and your legs tangled with his. “She didn’t want to let me go,” was his explanation, and Yuki smiled.  “That’s good. We don’t want to let her go either.”
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fact-dogsarehappiness · 7 months
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Things Dean would call Cas
Sweetheart
Sunshine
Darlin
Honey/hun
Things Cas would call Dean
My love
My dear
Beloved
Dearest
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blessyourhondahurley · 6 months
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Suptober day 2 - Great Eggs-pectations
A fluffy little epilogue to last year's Fowl Play series, in which Dean and Cas take a big scary exciting step together as husbands and farmers.
Suptober prompt: Pumpkin Patch
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“Son of a bitch,” Dean hisses, careful to keep his voice too soft to reach the ears of his son, who's happily engrossed in killing some video game demons in the next room. He sighs and tosses his pen across the kitchen table. The terrifyingly official form laid out in front of him is pristine, untouched.
“Do you really think we can pull this off, babe?” he asks his husband for the fifth time in an hour. “We've been gettin' by alright just doing the farmer's market every week, and the pumpkin patch and the hay rides and stuff here every fall. What if we go all in on opening up this store and it flops?”
Even though he would be well within his rights at this point to roll his eyes or snap at Dean to just fill out the damn form already, Cas simply takes his hand and gives him a soft smile. “I never said it would be easy, darling,” he murmurs. “There are no guarantees for us in this life, of course. But we've gotten nothing but encouraging feedback about our plan from our customers at the market, the loan manager at the bank, our family, friends, loved ones... People are excited for us to open. I'm ready to make the leap. Will you leap with me?”
Dean looks into fathomless blue eyes and feels his world wobble on its axis. It's a familiar sensation, the dizzy wash of love and abject gratitude that he feels whenever he realizes once again that this is his life now: his gorgeous husband, their wonderful son, this thriving farm. It's been over a year since he's touched a gun, and even then he was using it to ping empty soup cans out back with Jack. The last time he bought a bag of rock salt, it was for their old-fashioned hand-cranked ice cream maker.
He's a retired hunter. He's a loving husband. He's a father. He's a farmer. He's alive, and he's here, and he's happy, so fucking happy. It feels dangerous to try for more, greedy. And no matter how hard he works to bury them, those old feelings of being a fraud refuse to lay down and stay dead. Does Dean Winchester deserve to thrive like this? Surely not.
He gulps, feeling the hot sting of tears behind his eyes. Cas stands, then tugs on their still-joined hands to pull him to his feet as well. Then he's being held, snug and warm in his beloved's strong arms. He rests his head on Cas's shoulder and breathes out as his tears begin to flow.
“Don't worry,” comes a whisper in his ear. “I've got you.”
“I know, baby,” he replies hoarsely. “I've got you,too.”
He pulls away just far enough to plant a soggy kiss on his husband's cheek.
“Thank you for putting up with me,” he says. “It's gotta be rotten work.”
“Not to me,” comes the reply with a quirk of those full lips. “Not if it's you.”
Dean huffs a laugh and swipes at his eyes with his free hand. “Okay,” he says firmly. “We're doing it. This is happening. We're gonna open our own little store. We're gonna sell honey and eggs and flowers and preserves, and your knitting and Jack's pipe cleaner spiders with the googly eyes and my hand pies, and it's gonna fucking rock. We're gonna pay back our small business loan and the mortgage on the storefront, and we're gonna put money aside for Jack for if he decides to go to college in a few years. And in the fall we'll have pumpkins and apple cider donuts and horseshoes and hay rides and the corn maze and make-your-own scarecrows. We're doing this.” As he speaks, he feels his own words buoying him up, filling him with a surge of confident energy. He sees this energy reflected back to him in his husband's gaze.
“Yes, love, we are,” comes the certain reply. The expression on Cas's beautiful face is resolute. He looks every inch the avenging angel he once was. Dean can never resist teasing him a little bit when he gets his serious face on like that.
“It's gonna be take a lotta elbow grease, though. You know?” Dean says with a grin. “We're gonna have to... work around the cluck.”
Cas does roll his eyes then, and shove him away. Dean goes with the push and pivots back into his seat at the table. Reaching for his pen, he fills out the top line in neat caps: FOWL PLAY FARMS MARKET.
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dothwrites · 9 months
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meg, my beloved, you said the thing! "he was your boyfriend first" and it's so delightful that EVERY SINGLE TIME someone says something along these lines to either dean or cas, they never bother to deny it. dean doesn't even have a smartass remark. love that about them. there's plausible deniability and there's whatever the hell these two crazy kids have going on
i do love cas trying to insist that he's a pacifist, as if this angel hasn't committed MULTIPLE warcrimes. you're not fooling anyone sweetie!
crowley and dean's reactions to cas' monologues are... amusing. also just FUN when these three get together! right now, cas is in a room with two of his exes and his current girlfriend fling... the POWER this angel has over everyone. it's majestic. also if castiel tried to hand me a bag of honey I WOULD ACCEPT IT. because i'm not a bitch.
"the boys need cas to get dick" WELL AT LEAST ONE OF THEM DOES
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casbeeminestiel · 1 year
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Day 3: Digital
Jack pops into Sam’s room abruptly, completely engrossed with the Nintendo Switch in his hands. Sam sits up with a yell, prompting Eileen to startle and smack him in the face with a sleepy hand. The kid seems to realize his manners a second too late and shoots a sheepish look at Sam.
“Jack, remember what I said about knocking?” Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, blearily checking the alarm clock on his nightstand to discover it’s 7:00 AM. 
Eileen raises her tousled head from where it was soundly buried in her pillow, squinting at Jack and offering him a quickly signed hello before falling right back into the blankets. Sam can’t help the smile that grows on his face despite his exhaustion. They were up late last night scheming… among other things.
“Sorry! I meant to appear in the kitchen, but I was distracted by my game.” Sam wants to be mad, he really does. But Jack is a good one.
“Maybe uh, don’t fly and game at the same time, yeah?”
Jack nods firmly. He gets that from Cas, that same cruciality with which he takes to everything. Something as silly as this is treated with the same consideration that a life or death mission is.
“What made you so distracted anyways?” Sam thinks he might as well catch up with Jack since he’s certainly not catching up on sleep anymore. Eileen on the other hand- Sam absently brushes a stray hair out of his fiance’s face and envies her ability to return to her slumber so readily.
“Oh! Well, I’m playing Animal Crossing. See?” He tilts the screen around to show Sam. “I was just fishing in the game, and I found it very peaceful. Dean and I went fishing once, remember? Anyways, I went to his room first to show him, but he and C- he was sleeping, so I tried to go to the kitchen. But then I ended up here!”
Sam bites the inside of his cheek, knowing fully well that Cas ended up in Dean’s room last night. He wants to tell Jack that his secret is not as much of a secret as he thinks, but he decides to let it slide under the radar. He still wants to let Dean take his time with this one.
For now, he settles for asking Jack more questions about his game until Eileen wakes up again and asks what’s for breakfast.
The three of them make their way to the kitchen, Jack chattering away about his adventures for the past few weeks. He’s been making the rounds with Jody, Donna, and the girls as well as Amara and Rowena. When he’s not with them, he’s been doing cool stuff like spending a day under the ocean with a pod of dolphins (he rescued a calf from a fishing net and befriended the group) or bowling with a biker gang in Baton-Rouge (“Terri-May looks scary, Sam, but she actually is very nice”).
Sam doesn’t even pretend he isn’t fascinated by Jack’s adventures. The kid just seems to make friends wherever he goes. He has that effect on people, apparently. And the way he approaches life, all genuine curiosity and an undaunted kind of love for the bizarre, reminds Sam that this is what they fought for.
He lets Eileen take over some of the conversation as he makes pancakes and coffee for them, though he still listens and offers input every now and again. He watches the two sign back and forth in glances while he stirs the batter, mentally rattling off his breakdown of breakfast the whole time.
Pumpkin pancakes for Dean, Jack, and Eileen, and banana pancakes for me and Cas. Coffee, black for Dean and I. Two sugars for Eileen. Honey for Cas. Apple juice for Jack. Bacon for everyone but me, and an extra piece for Eileen. Fruit on the side for all of us. 
Like clockwork, Dean and Cas wander into the kitchen as soon as he slides the last pancake onto a plate and spoons some sliced strawberries to the side.
“Mornin’ everybody.” Dean is more free of tension than Sam has seen him in years, loose-limbed and wrapped tightly in his beloved dead guy robe. He won’t think of the implications, but he does leave a mental note of gratitude for Cas, who looks as equally pleased with life this morning as Dean does. Their hands aren’t quite brushing, but it’s a close thing.
Cas spots Jack and makes a quick detour to hug him on his way around the table. Jack reciprocates instantly in an embrace that absolutely no one would mistake for anything other than a son hugging his father. If Sam catches Dean’s fond smile at the two of them, he doesn’t mention it.
“I missed you, Jack.”
“Missed you too.” Jack steps back and addresses Dean, “And I missed you.”
It takes all of two seconds for Dean to break. “Shit, bring it in, kiddo.”
Dean wraps his arms around Jack tight. Sam knows his brother has a complicated history with the kid, but he also knows his brother too well to think he doesn’t love Jack like family. Dean will spend the rest of his life making up for his past mistakes with the boy he considers his own. That determination to make things right is one of Dean’s best qualities.
The thought almost makes Sam forget about the corn maze retribution plan he’s hatching with Eileen. 
Almost, but not quite.
He thinks about it some more as he eats his pancakes and enjoys the casual domesticity of their makeshift family, pretending he doesn’t know Cas has a hand on Dean’s thigh beneath the table. Turns over scenarios and logistics in his mind between bites of strawberry, drinks revenge in with his coffee.
Jack’s digital mishap this morning may have given him a wonderful, horrible idea. 
Dean, he thinks, enjoy your peace and quiet now, man.
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lessonsdrowning · 2 years
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i think anyone who calls Honey Cas "crazy" shld immediately die :)
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