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Huntercorp Dean not meeting Cas is a crime actually
He has Negative Charm by the way, the oppostie of how Dean is full of it - so his flirting game is abysmal. He's full of cheesy cringey one-liners that literally never work on anyone, but they go so wildly over Cas's head that they get his attention anyway and end up kind of working.
Cas walks in and Huntercorp Dean is like, "HELLO. Who is this???"
Regular Dean is immediately bristling. He recognises that tone and the way he's leaning back in his seat, clearly checking Cas out. "That's Castiel, he's an Angel."
"I'll say. Every time he looks at me I feel like I'm in Heaven."
Cas voice "Actually you can't get to Heaven from here..."
"Well they must be missing an angel cause you're right here."
"Ah. None of the other angels miss me. In fact I think they're quite glad I'm gone."
Huntercorp Dean winks. "Well you can stay here with me then, cause you're definitely answering all of my prayers right now."
"You're praying to me? I can't hear you." Cas goes a little bashful. "And that's nice of you to say, Dean. You know I try to be around as much as I can."
Now full of enthusiasm because his lines are WORKING Huntercorp Dean continues flirting with Cas with 0 awareness of how bad he is at it while Cas continues to be equal parts confused and endeared.
Meanwhile Regular Dean has his head in his hands wishing a portal would open up and take the other Dean away again.
In love with the fact that Dean met an angel of the lord and was immediately like ‘yeah, I want to make him think about me having sex with my huge dick’.
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When Furfur mentioned Crowley and how they served side by side, instantly, Crowley was visually taken back into the past during the war. They had indeed served, and when Furfur was injured, he'd tended his comrade's wounds as best he could having carried him to his own tent as Furfur's tent had been destroyed. Both were still angels, but their wings were grey and their halo's brightness was waning. All were more fierce with scales, teeth and nails sharpening. All were beautiful and absolutely terrifying. All were determined to have answers and better representation in heaven.
Soon, things would change drastically, but for now Crowley was careful with Furfur, sleeping next to him as they shared that tent and when Crowley would awaken from a night terror, Furfur would comfort him. They both relied upon each other for survival. One night, Crowley came back from the front with some starshine he'd stilled. It was strong, but effective, and each forgot about their troubles, laughing the night away. At one point, Crowley placed his hand on the other's and Furfur did not move it. Instead, he lowered his eyelids and smiled coyly. The war was taking it's toll, and each moved in closer for a kiss. It started gentle, but quickly turned into a hungry kiss where they devoured each other from enduring so much need.
Crowley rasped Furfur's name as they undressed partially from the waist down. It could only be that, but that was enough. Facing each other they joined at the hips, moving in and out to get friction and proper penetration. Their arms tangled around each other's bodies as they fed on each others lips. Breathing heavily, and then each ending with a gasp, eyes closed as they each savored pleasure beyond, as destruction and pain happened all around them.
Whilst untangling, the two did not speak, just tidied up. Exhausted, they lay back and slept like the dead.
"Crowley, it's our turn to be on." Aziraphale reminded the demon. He seemed to be as if in a trance.
"Uh, oh, right!" Crowley got up, aroused. He buttoned his coat, and went on to perform.
a little something-something between Crowley and Furfur. I wrote a very wicket something on A03 if anyone wants to read.
Colin loves SO many things about Penelope but his biggest kink is for that side of Penelope that is bold, a bit naughty, and assertively encouraging of their intimacies.
Colin has heard that some men’s wives have little interest in bed sport but not his Penelope. She may be a proper Baron’s daughter but Penelope Bridgerton’s sexual curiosity, enthusiasm & willingness to try new positions, combined with her insatiable appetite for her husband’s touch is something Colin is constantly in awe of and undeniably grateful for.
And Colin was never more grateful than when his proper lady wife masterfully excused them from conversation at a particularly boring ball by pretending she felt unwell and that she needed some air, only to get him alone in their host’s empty library because Penelope loves libraries and she wanted Colin to take her against the wall amid the smell of all the books.
Afterwards, Penelope’s face was so flushed and pink that no one questioned why Colin insisted on taking her home early. Penelope then proceeded to stroke him during their brief carriage ride while whispering naughty thoughts about places they could sneak off to at the next ball, and he took her two more times once they were home.
The smell of books and fresh parchment paper has aroused Colin ever since and he now seeks out places for trysts at almost every ball and party, and often excuses himself and Penelope to ensure his wife’s wellbeing, solidifying Mr. Bridgerton’s reputation as a particularly doting husband and Penelope’s reputation as a surprisingly delicate young woman with a tendency for dizzy spells.
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