#so i was like god is this too self indulgent

[bootycallin]

B(W)ETTER THAN ME !?

꩜ .ᐟ basically: vi hears from you that it's practically impossible for you to cüm without having your cłít played with, and guys never seem to find it to begin with. she takes that as a challenge.

cw: female reader with female anatomy. close friend vi. you can read this as modern au if you want, idfk. sťráp usage. dòğgý sțýlê and then into another pöşițion idk the name of. mänhándłíng. mentions of ědgîñg. petnames (doll, baby, etc.). óvërştimülátion? sqüířtíng. very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. no plot just pórn.

a/n; shoutout to my girls who are literally impossible to please without playing w they cl*t, we fightin for our lives over here. don’t expect a lot of pretty looking posts like this, i got excited. again, if any stuffs missing, pls tell me!! hope u like it…

NSFW UTC

"oh, really, doll?" it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you. "it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.

"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break." she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human. "hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in. "no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--" it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once. because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.

"want me to sto-"

"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.

"fuck- just- gh!-"

you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.

you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.

oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.

"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.

"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"

"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-

"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?

she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.

"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.

"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.

"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--

you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--

oh. oh.

the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.

too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.

"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.

"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.

"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.

"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.

"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[succubusvalentine]

Butcher!Simon Riley watching you fuck up wagyu. CW : bad steak cooking. Fluff.

He’s trying to hold himself back, lovie. He swears it. But Jesus Christ you’re handling that Wagyu he procured horribly.

He felt his stomach twist as you didn't let it sit. Then it twisted even more as you over seasoned it.

"Baby, are you sure you don't want me to cook dinner?" Simon gritted out.

"No! No no, Si. You always work so hard" you reassure with that sweet smile that completely melted Simon into a puddle of goo.

Simon doubled his glass of whiskey as he watched you turn the heat up too high on the stovetop. But you looked so happy and proud of yourself as you burnt seared the wagyu.

After a while, Simon clutched his glass tightly as you cut the wagyu with the grain. Not against it.

You put the plate in front of Simon, and while the mash and roast vegetables were delicious. The wagyu...not so much. As soon as Simon took a bite, it was like trying to chew through a tire. You definitely overcooked it. And the seasoning was...well, it wasn't great.

"Good?" you asked hopefully.

"Absolutely delicious, lovie" Simon smiled. Lying through his God damn teeth. He couldn't bring himself to dampen how proud of yourself you were.

You sat across from Simon and cut into your steak, taking a bite, only to immediately grimace and force it down.

"Jesus Christ don't eat it" you grimace with a whine, taking Simon's plate as he chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me it was bad?!"

"You looked so proud of yourself, sweetheart. I didn't wanna make you pout"

"I am never touching wagyu again. You're making it next time...And we're ordering pizza"

Simon chuckled as you pouted, ordering the pizza as he pulled you into his lap. "It was a real sweet thought, lovie" he hummed as he rubbed your stomach, laughing again as you glare at him playfully.

But don't worry, the following night Simon made the best steak you'd ever eaten.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

this was heavily self indulgent because I can make a mean mash potato, but any meats? I am HORRIBLE.

[sandwitchstories]

Stoned and Boned

It's been a while since I posted any new smut hasn't it? I also owed you all a True Form Sukuna x Reader fic to celebrate 250+ followers…Well, here you go, my fellow heathens! Come get your dinner!

If you prefer to read this story on AO3 click here !

Author's Note: This story would not exist without @osunism and ou equally stoned and horny minds! Muse, you were my muse!!🤣 (Side note: You guys should check out their works! They are incredibly talented)

Additional: Kiseru pipes were used to smoke tobacco, not weed, but pot usage was common in the Heian era. In this fic Sukuna smoked it out of a kiseru because I said so

Summary: A completely self indulgent smut fic of reader getting stoned with Sukuna while they fuck.

WC: 2400+

CW: MDNI, Marijuana usage, recreational pot usage, getting stoned during sex, shotgunning pot smoke, Fem reader, afab terms used to describe readers body parts, cunnilingus, blow jobs, Sukuna has 2 dicks, fingering, anal, double penetration, p in v sex, Sukuna's belly mouth - for a full list of warnings please check out the AO3 link!

Divider by @strangergraphics

“Go on,” Sukuna’s deep voice slid over your skin like you longed for his fingers to be doing. 

You did as he instructed, untying your robe and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you standing bare before him. With a devious little smirk on your lips you got on the bed, crawling towards him in a slow teasing way. His gaze openly devoured the sight of you.

You settled down on your knees between strong, thick, tattooed thighs, taking in the sight of the King of Curses sprawled out naked before you with his head leaned back on the pile of pillows behind him. You ran your fingers lightly, teasingly, up his thick thighs. Gods, was he gorgeous. 

Sukuna had a lazy grin on his face as he watched you through hooded eyes. He had a hand behind his head and two more lying lazily by his side. But it was the fourth hand that had your full attention. 

You licked your lips as you watched his large hand fisting and stroking both of his hard cocks as he took in your every move. You met his gaze, the look in his eyes making your pussy clench. “Let me.”

Sukuna grinned, letting go of his cocks and gesturing with his open palm towards his cocks. “By all means.”

You leaned forward, you moved one hand to brace near his side, the other took over stroking his cocks. Even though your hand was too small to wrap around them both fully, you had mastered the art of jacking your husband off long ago. You leaned forward and began to slowly kiss up his body. You smiled up at him when you stopped to press a kiss to his belly mouth, making both of his mouths smirk. 

You continued up his body, stopping to playfully flick at his nipples a few times, eliciting a soft grunt from the man below you. You scooted him a little and leaned more over him to further your reach, You took your time mouthing and nipping at his skin, leaving little love marks in your wake, marking him as yours. He moved a hand to gently cup the back of your head, his thumb rubbing circles where it laid.

As you got to the crook of his neck you nuzzled into him, taking in a deep inhale of his scent. Gods, how you loved the intoxicating scent that was uniquely your husband mixed with the alluring scent of kyara. His hands roamed over your body as you kissed up his neck to his ear, placing a gentle kiss to his ear.

You moved to give him a kiss. Your lips met and parted several times before his tongue slid into your mouth. He moved his tongue against yours in slow but commanding movements as his large hand cupped the back of your head. 

You pulled back from the kiss and gave his bottom lip a little nip. You gave his cocks a gentle squeeze. “Your kiseru is loaded for you with your favorite taima, my love. All you need to do is just lay back and let me take care of you.”

“Go on then. You know what to do.” 

You kissed a trail back down his body as you scooted back on the bed to be able to get to your destination. You kept stroking his cocks as you kissed each of his thighs on their markings. You leaned your mouth forward, your tongue swiping over one of his balls before taking it into your mouth. 

The smell of the taima being lit caused your gaze to flick up to Sukuna, watching him take a long drag of the relaxing herb. He reached down a free hand, gripping your hair and pulling you up from his sac. He pressed your mouth to his bottom cock, moaning softly when your tongue instantly shot out of your mouth and swiped up the sensitive flesh of the underside of his cock. 

You kept your mouth open with your tongue out, flat and accessible. Your hands moved to brace on his thighs. Tingles of arousal spread through your veins as he lazily dragged you up and down his cock, his head back relaxed and enjoying very second.

Sukuna pulled at your hair, guiding you upwards until he had your pretty little mouth hovering over the swollen tips of his large, thick cocks. With one of his other hands he dragged his cocks against you, spreading the pre on your lips and chin. You opened your mouth and let him press you down on his top cock. 

“Be a good girl and take it.”

You began to bob your head up and down in a torturously slow manner, like you had all the time in the world. As you sucked his cock, you left more spit behind with each pass, allowing you to take him deeper until your nose was pressed against him. His cock settled into your throat and he held you in place, almost whimpering when you swallowed around him. It felt incredible to have your mouth and throat wrapped around his cock. 

“You look beautiful like that. Exquisite,” he said, still smoking his pipe. “Your pretty, filthy little mouth knows just what to do.”

You grinned around his cock at the praise and began to move up and down the hard, hot velvet lengths of his flesh. You worked at alternating cocks and switching between stroking his lengths, taking him into your mouth, occasionally giving your jaw a break and using your tongue to trace over the striped patterns of his curse markings that decorated both of his cocks. You glanced up at him to see him taking a long drag of his pipe. 

“Come here,” he said, his hand again in your hair pulling you up his body until your face hovered over his. “Open.”

You opened your mouth, eyes closing when his lips fixed to yours and he blew the earthy flavored smoke into your mouth. You inhaled deeply, enjoying both the experience and the flavor as it filled your lungs. You tilted your head back to breathe out slowly, the action allowing Sukuna access to mouth at your neck.

Your hands shot to the back of his head and held him close as his teeth sank into the sensitive junction of your neck and shoulder. “Oh, shit, Suk…”

He grinned and chuckled against your skin, pressing a kiss to the bite he had just left. He moved his head and took another deep drag from the kiseru and motioned you forward, repeating the previous process. There was just something so sexy to him about you getting high off of the smoke he blew into your mouth. It was another pleasure he alone got to give you. He alone got to watch you lose all inhibitions and give in to anything that popped into your mind. That knowledge made his cocks twitch. 

He gave you a slow, deep kiss before pulling you back with a firm grip in your hair and giving you a smirk. He nipped your bottom lip before releasing his hold on your hair. “As you were.”

With a slight daze you moved back down his body, returning your lips to his cocks. He couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked as your mouth stretched around each of his cocks in turn. 

Soon he was once again directing your movements, having you now take his top cock slow and deep. You wrapped your hand around his bottom cock, stroking it in time.. 

“That’s it, precious one. Just like that… Just a little more…” He babbled as he used your mouth to get himself off. “Shit, keep doing that…You can do it…You want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm,” you enthusiastically replied around his cock. 

He groaned and began working his hips against your mouth, fucking his hard cock into your mouth while your other hand milked his bottom cock. “Fuck, beautiful. Here it comes… Be a good girl and don’t let a drop go to waste.”

You loved to watch him cum. You loved the way his eyes rolled back and clenched shut, the way his stomach muscles tightened. The feeling of his cock twitching and unloading in your throat sent a throbbing desire to your empty cunt. 

His bottom cock erupted at the same time, painting your chest in generous splatters of warm, white. You smiled as you pulled off his cock with a pop. He opened one eye and glanced down at you. You opened your mouth to show him your empty tongue.

“Good girl.”

You grabbed a towel you had thrown on the bed earlier, wiping his cum off of your tits. You gasped  when his large, calloused hands grabbed onto your hips and moved you right to where he wanted you. A shiver ran through you as you realized just where he had positioned you.

The feeling of his belly tongue lolling out and leisurely stroking through your slick folds was incredible. It was so wide, and thick, so warm and flexible. The things that tongue could do inside your cunt were absolutely sinful.

Sukuna’s fingers gripped your hips harder and pressed you down.  He licked stripes up and down your slit before using the tip to tease the very edges of your leaking hole and giving you just an occasional little dip of the tip. 

He chuckled at the frustrated whimper you let out. “What’s the matter, precious one?”

You shivered as the tip of his belly tongue gave your clit a hard flick. “You are teasing me, ya big meanie.”

He chuckled into the crook of your neck. “You want me to give you more?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He was only too happy to oblige. “Then be a good girl and ride it.”

You sat up straighter, bracing your hands on his chest. The shift in positions gave him the perfect angle he needed. He began to work the thick appendage into your eager cunt.

You moaned and closed your eyes as he worked his tongue in and out of your hot, creamy tunnel. Your nails dug into his chest and you pressed yourself down against him, grinding your pussy against him as the tongue inside your cunt rolled and unrolled, slowly thrusting into your gummy walls.

“Eyes open. You know the rules.” Your eyes shot open and your gaze locked with all 4 of his. You began to move your hips, rocking against him, keeping your movements slow and intentional, grinding your so sensitive clit against him. “Feels so good, Suk.”

Sukuna set to work using his four arms to his advantage. One of his thumbs found its way between your folds, taking over stroking your clit as his belly tongue worked your cunt even more open for him. Another hand took up residency on your chest. The devious man you married conjured a mouth on his large palm, sucking in your nipple harshly and giving it a nip and tug. A third hand cupped the back of your head while his fourth brought the kiseru to his lips.

As he had done before he pulled your mouth to his, shotgunning the gratifying mist into your mouth, watching your eyes get a little more dilated and glossy. He set the pipe down, your movements relaxed enough to tell him you were right where he wanted you. He let you sit up, the hand on the back of your head now joining the other on your currently vacant breast.

Sukuna swiped a finger on his free hand through the saliva and arousal soaking your thighs and carefully slid his hand over the swell of your as before sliding between the twin globes to begin teasing open the tight muscle hidden there. He grinned as you shuddered, staying still momentarily with your jaw hanging just the slightest bit low as you took in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Keep movin’,” Sukuna said as he carefully worked a second finger into your ass with the aid of the juices spreading on his abdomen.

You did as he said, your movements getting faster and sloppier as you neared your orgasm. “Suk… gon…gon… gonna cum…”

“You have been a good girl, haven’t you?” He smirked as you made an affirmative noise, nodding your head quickly, a pleading look in your glazed eyes. “Go ahead. Cum.”

Your orgasm rocked through your body, setting nerves ablaze and making your pretty little cunt clamp down on his belly tongue, still inside you, lapping up every drop of your honey he possibly could. You slumped forward against his warm, solid body as you panted, twitching and coming down from a powerful orgasm. 

Sukuna’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head, giving you a few moments to rest in his arms. He captured your lips before turning you both so you were on your side facing him. 

He hiked one of your legs over his hip. He rubbed his cocks up and down your weeping, sensitive slit, gathering a slick coating on the sensitive heads of his weeping cocks. 

He easily slid the head of his top cock into your waiting pussy. His other hand reached over your thigh to line his cock up with your impossibly tight ass and he began slow rocks of his hips, feeding you inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside both of your holes. The stretch was delicious and you were so fucking full.

You locked fingers with him on the arm above resting above your heads while the other buried in his hair to pull him closer for a heated kiss. You began to move your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as his cocks bullied your holes and the hand he had cupping your ass guided your speed.

“That’s it, precious one,” he praised, sucking on your bottom lip. 

“Feels so good…” you moaned, pussy and ass clenching on his cocks and making the large man in your arms damn near whimper.

“Keep taking it just like that… Keep going, precious one,” Sukuna said, pulling you flush against him and nuzzling into your shoulder, inhaling deeply as his hips continued to roll at that maddeningly slow but somehow comforting lazy pace. He kissed the skin of your neck, scraping it with his teeth. He was absolutely gone - pussy drunk and high as fuck. He licked up the column of your neck and nipped your ear lobe. He kissed the shell of your ear and said in a soft, husky voice, “Don’t stop.”

As if you had any plans to that. Pfft!

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Shen Qingqiu may not be as straight as she thought.  

She was still holding her head on Luo Binghe's big titts, after they had saved the world and had sex (oh my God, her first time, and it was so bad!), short of breath and red cheeks, when she reluctantly raised her head.

Luo Binghe was still recovering, her mind returning to lucidity, when she said, "Shizun... your nose is bleeding..."

"It's your fault," she found the strength to moan, her body aching and bite marks everywhere. "You are so... so beautiful! And your chest... you shouldn't let anyone see you like that..."

"No one? Not even Shizun?"

She swallowed, "I... I am the exception..." 

It was ridiculous, he knew. Even though she knew now that Luo Binghe wanted her, more than she could ever want three hundred other male stallions protagonists, she knew she wasn't much, and that she was a mediocre beauty. Her Binghe deserved better than her. A delicate body with few curves, too high and angular.

But the phrase enlightened Binghe, "Do you want me? Does Shizun want me all to herself?"

"Don't say these things..."

"But is that so? You only want me for you... forever?"

Ahh, heroine, don't make her say such things! Shameless! 

For once, however, she swallowed her pride, and admitted, "Yes, forever. Even if you deserve better."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are beautiful... and I am... this Shizun is not as beautiful as you. I can even say that I'm a little..."

Luo Binghe didn't let her finish. She kissed her eagerly, with the hunger of an animal that had not eaten for too long. Shen Qingqiu indulged in kissing, all tongue and teeth, and when they broke away, Luo Binghe had a firm look, like a conquering queen. 

"You are beautiful. And anyone who told you otherwise is blind or stupid. “

"But Binghe... you are much more beautiful."

The woman laughed, "Shizun, that's funny. That's what I think of you too."

Then she flipped their positions, standing on top of Shen Qingqiu, with one leg between the woman's thighs, clear hunger in her eyes. She kissed her collarbone, then took one of her breasts in her mouth, causing her to moan.

When she pulled away, with a mischievous smile she said, "Let me show you exactly how beautiful I think you are."

And well, who was Shen Qingqiu to deny her?

[wanderingibon]

a flock of birds, a crow family — everything aside, despite viago's frosty, stern demeanor I think both he and teia care about rook like family, in a way that goes past the pretenses of being a crow or just part of house de riva, they're literally found family to meeeeee

and while you have time, please consider finding a family on op. olive branch 🍉 and supporting / sharing their campaigns, especially the ones with low funding <3

[myokk]

A super fast scribble of Sebastian and Anne as kids💓

In my mind they were absolutely wild growing up, their parents pushing them outside in the morning with a picnic basket, to just run around in the fields & forests around their hamlet all day, coming home in time for dinner (totally inspired by my childhood growing up in a tiny village of 300 people 😂🫶). They always read together as a family by the candlelight before going to bed, and they’re memories that Sebastian and Anne cherish.

Also, Anne definitely took charge of their adventures and Sebastian was just happy to follow her around like a little puppy 💓💓

Bahhhh i just love thinking about their siblings dynamic 🤧🥰 sorry for my rambling haha

[skrrtscree]

.. an eternal promise, in another life ..💍🤍

[ganondoodle]

you know when you have an idea for a drawing and it just wont let you rest until you at least sketched it?

... yeah

....

demise and hylia (humanoid forms) sleepy cuddles o((>ω< ))o

[volivolition]

part of that "raising a kid au" i was working on, this is almost definitely not how skill checks work and i don't even know if i'll include this, but for now i think it's. so funny kjkgj

[disposal-blueeee]

[thesylverlining]

Might be spite-writing baby's first Disco Elysium fanfic

Because a bitch (me, I'm bitch) saw one too many things that slimmed Harry down (presented as an unambiguous Good Thing) so I had to write Kim adoring his belly before I turned into the got dang Joker

[maginnmauvaise]

[lizstiel]

Dean’s sitting at the kitchen table eating meatloaf when it all sort of hits – and he’s desperate to remember it exactly how it happened.

With his fork raised halfway to his mouth, a dollop of meat and sauce perched precariously on the tines, his eyes wandered over to where Cas stood by the sink in a pair of ratty pajama bottoms and one of Dean’s old t-shirts. (One of Dean’s old t-shirts, because once Cas gets his shoulders into them they never really sit the same way.)

He’s got soap up to his elbows, scrubbing methodically at the dishes Dean just dirtied, his brow a taught, concentrated line. He’s bringing the same kind of meticulous focus to the dishes that he used to bring to leading the armies of Heaven; that singular kind of attention, both unnerving and admirable. (Dean had once tried to explain that he didn’t need to wash them quite so vigorously, to which Cas had deadpanned, “Do you know how many food particles remain on the dishes you wash, Dean?” It quickly became his job, after that.)

It’s early July. About 6:30pm. The window over the sink is cracked, and the front door is wide open, letting the sound of cicadas and crickets drift in with the summer breeze. The sun’s starting to set behind the field, casting the world in that particular orange glow that has always made something in Dean ache. In the other room, the record player Sam got them for Christmas plays a beat up Janis Joplin record he’d found at a secondhand store in town. The opening chords of Me and Bobby McGee have just started, and the cicadas are humming, and the crickets are singing, and the sun is setting, and Cas is standing in old pajamas washing dishes Dean just used to make them dinner and –

Cas tilts his head.

This isn’t revolutionary. He does it a lot. A very ingrained behavior, some might say. But he isn’t confused, he’s reacting. To the song. He doesn’t react to music the way Dean wants him to, never has, but in his own way, it’s almost like he’s leaning closer to hear it. An infinitesimal thing. The smallest gesture. The corner of his mouth twitches, and Dean has never loved him more than he does at this moment: backlit by a summer sunset in their house in the middle of nowhere, hand washing dishes and listening to Janis Joplin.

Cas turns when the sound of Dean’s fork clattering on the plate sounds, but Dean just scoops him into his arms, chases any worries away with a kiss, and then another, and then one more for good measure. Cas laughs against his mouth, desperately trying to keep his soapy arms away from Dean’s dry clothes. “Dean,” he chides, squirming and chuckling, trying to extract himself from Dean’s grip. “I’m not finished.”

“I’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” Dean promises, peppering sweet little kisses down the line of Cas' throat. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days. It tickles all the way down. “Love you so much,” he says, because he wants to. Because he’s so full with it he’s overflowing. Because if he doesn’t tell him right now, in this moment, and every moment after this one, he might die. He needs him to know. It’s vital that he knows.

Cas’ laughter warms, and he slides one soapy hand to the back of Dean’s neck, eyebrows raised in challenge when he shudders at the sensation. When Dean doesn’t immediately shoo him away, he slides the other soapy hand up Dean’s arm. “Dean?” He’s not worried, the timber of his voice is honey-smooth and light, but he’s confused. Not that Dean doesn’t tell him often, and loudly, how much he loves him, but to be fair this did kind of come from nowhere, so he understands. It’s just much too much. It’s not enough and it’s everything. It’s everything in the world Dean has ever wanted.

Janis Joplin is singing freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, and Dean’s arms are loose around Cas’ waist, and he loves him, god he loves him so much, so he kisses him on one corner of the mouth, and then the other. Janis says, nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no, no – and he rocks their bodies together, slow, to the beat of the music. Cas’ arms come to wind around his neck automatically, and his smile starts to sprawl into something reserved for only the really good moments. Wide and gummy and for Dean – and feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. He presses his forehead to Cas’ and they just sort of sway there like that, smiling at each other like this might be the last chance they ever get.

Cas says – “I love you, Dean,” just as Janis is singing, you know feelin’ good was good enough for me – and it occurs to Dean that he’s dancing in the kitchen with the love of his life. He thinks back to the longest, loneliest nights he spent staring up at the night sky, believing wholly he’d die bloody and alone on the backend of some random hunt, and how the smallest (but loudest) part of him had wished for exactly this. For someone to hold him and see him and dance in the kitchen with him, barefoot and covered in soap.

He kisses the tip of Cas’ nose, the lines under his eyes. Doesn’t realize he’s crying until Cas is wiping tears away with the pads of his thumbs and soothing hands through his hair. He’s crying, too. Laughing and crying and telling Dean he loves him, he loves him so much, he’s loved him from the first moment he saw him.

It settles in Dean then – really settles deep, and true, and good – that he was meant for this. He wasn’t born to be a weapon. Wasn’t born to be a son, or a father, or a brother. Wasn’t born to save the world or to end it – was just meant to dance. His arms were meant to hold. To sway them both around the cheap linoleum floor, to sling low around Cas’ waist and spin them both ‘til they were dizzy with it.

They laugh and kiss and Janis is saying – good enough for me and Bobby McGee – and Dean is thinking – Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

[hanaasbananas]

been having SO MANY kanthony fic ideas while I'm at work, thinking up lines of dialogue and scenes for this completely self indulgent fic but goddamn it's like all my ability to write evaporates as soon as I get home what is thissss

[quinn-pop]

sorry for the metadede flood lately um. anyway i think dedede officiates waddle weddings. if they even have them lol. it’d be funny and cute

[houndfaker]

i PROBABLY should have waited but immediately drew more to share. shapeshifter femc’s ‘true form’(?) and aigis who is a weird combination between a gargoyle and a guardian angel. for fun