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Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. “Begging your pardon. I am not comely, your grace. You mock me.”

“You are mistaken on both counts," Baelor said softly, smiling. "In truth, I thought of little else after you left here. Little save this fresh-faced young knight, as big and strong as an oak, who seemed so eager to please me.”

John stood in the dark parking lot. Cold sweat poured down his sides and he watched his sons put their tongues in each other’s mouths.

John POV, John finds out, pre-series, strong homophobia, no sexual violence, it's 1999 babyyyyyy

It was a demigod or deity or something else ancient, because its whole deal was DESIRE and nothing else had been around for so long. Dean didn't want to take the case, but eventually he ran out of reasons to tell Sam 'no' that weren't I've got a lot of DESIRING I'd rather keep to myself, Sammy.

tags: magic made them do it, under-negotiated kink, dean POV, guilt guilt guilt. a fundraiser fic for ginny, whose main prompt was "let's torture dean"! thank you ginny!

SPEAKING IN TONGUES M, 8K

A couple of losers who defied everything holy and natural on planet earth and got nothing to show for it, hunting something in Louisiana that's making couples kill each other in extravagant, Shakespearean-ass ways.

“What if I asked you to kiss me?” Carmy said it so fast he stumbled over it. “Uh. Is that fucked up?”

Richie was quiet for twenty long seconds, staring wide-eyed at the carpet in Carmy's bedroom.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “but just ‘cause I'm me and you're you. Not ‘cause you're fucked up.”

E, underage, bullying, vomiting, canonical recreational drug use, mildly dubious consent, Carmy POV. 10k words

Sugar squinted at Carmy across the table. “Wait. You're dating a guy, and I know him?”

Carmy shifted in his seat. “Yeah, you… Yeah.”

“And we have beef? What guy do I have beef with?”

Richie came out of the kitchen holding a bottle of wine. “Yo Sugar, how pissed are you gonna be if I put Coke in this cheap-ass cab sav?”

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TRUE DETECTIVE - MIDDLE NAME. 6k, E. 1995, under-negotiated kink, exhibitionism, gun play

THE BEAR. NO GOOD DAYS, CH 1 /2. carmrich, 14k

The guy who showed up before service was some young guy in his early twenties, a gym rat with neatly coiffed blond hair.

“Does an Italian DILF work here?” He motioned above Carmy’s hand with a flat hand. “Yea high, super blue eyes?”

It took Carmy embarrassingly long to catch up. He just frowned, chugging until— Christ, he meant Richie. Carmy said the first thing that came to mind.

“He’s Polish.”