#hkau

Your snippet, as per, is under the cut. It's hidden because it's a bit saucy.

Them!

This is for my hkau! Basically dsmp but hollow knight because I love both

Phil takes what is essentially seer's role, techno and ranboo are added in (not taking existing chars roles) and mumza is the goddess of lifeblood! (Shes a lot bigger but she can shrink and stuff)

Anyway, closeups

I got really invested into it. I'm taking a lot of time for this, for literally no reason.

Am I wasting my time on something and barely anyone cares?

Probably.

But I will absolutely not regret it.

The AU beliongs to @elk-and-thearchivist

I think I'm drop all I made tomorrow.

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‘Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.’ Cas’ voice was deep and quiet and carried such authority that Dean’s breath caught in his throat. ‘Now, get out of here before I throw you onto that couch and make us both late for the challenge.’ Cas’ grip tightened on the back of Dean’s T-shirt, and his breathing quickened. Dean could feel Cas’ erection pressing into his own hardening cock, and he debated making a snarky comment to get himself thrown onto the couch anyway, but Cas was right. Every second that ticked by brought them closer to being caught and having to answer a lot of uncomfortable questions. 

‘Yes, sir’ was all he could muster, and it was thick with desire. 

‘Good. I’ll see you in a few hours, then.’ Cas drew away, leaving Dean’s breath shallow and his skin flushed and tingling. Cas followed him over to the door and waited while he checked the peephole, taking his hand and pulling him back for one last kiss before opening the door and whispering a goodbye. 

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Oh, a snippet? Sure!

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Cas’ door opened a crack as Dean walked as quickly as he could along the corridor without making any noise, and opened momentarily so that he could slip inside.

‘That was some bullshit today.’ Cas said gruffly as he closed the door behind Dean, immediately pulling him closer and kissing him roughly. Cas kept one hand on the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue seeking Dean’s, and his other hand moving straight for Dean’s belt and unbuckling it. ‘And you’re seriously going to make me wrestle with a belt after driving me fucking crazy?’ He kissed him hard again, a small moan escaping as Dean’s hand brushed against his erection in an effort to help Cas undo the belt buckle. ‘Couldn’t just wear track pants or pajama bottoms could you? Have to make things harder.’ 

‘You usually like it when I make things harder’ quipped Dean, wishing he was able to resist a joke when they weren’t exactly appropriate. Luckily, Cas laughed against his lips, making him weak at the knees.

‘Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to pretend to be mad at you.’ Cas said with a smile, his fingers moving onto the buttons on Dean’s jeans before yanking down the zipper and roughly pushing the jeans over Dean’s hips, allowing him to step out of the pooled denim before pulling Dean’s hips against his own and sliding his arms around Dean’s waist, kissing him deeply all the while. 

Dean slid his hands under Cas’ tshirt and pushed it upwards, breaking the kiss only to pull it over Cas’ head and then returning straight to his lips as he dropped the tshirt beside them. His own tshirt followed, and then he was lifting Cas by the ass as if he weighed no more than a bag of flour. Cas moaned and wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, allowing himself to be carried over to the desk and placed upon it, as Dean thrust his hips into Cas, who pulled him closer with his legs.

‘What would you like to do to me, Dean?’ Asked Cas, panting and pressing his forehead to Dean’s as Dean rocked his pelvis against Cas, his erection brushing against Cas’ with each slow thrust. It was so good it was almost devastating. 

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