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Yes, that's mine. 🥰

Tryna find a fic where John Winchester used to be with reader but now she is either with Sam or dean and she had his baby and he didn’t know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding

Like he wouldn’t acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else

Its disposable by @holylulusworld

#john winchester x reader #supernatural dean #things i'm tagged in

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Not gonna lie Jensen Ackles haircut does things I didn’t know someone (except Seb Stan) could cause! Hehe.🤭🤭

This one:

Right! It's unfair. He has no right to look this good...*SIR! Please don't stop...*

*same Ricky, same...*

#lulu answers #lovely mutuals #it's a Jensen Ackles thing

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Rebel in heart

Summary: The resistance is dead, long live the resistance.

Pairing: Master Chief/John-117 x GN!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of characters death

A/N: A little story that came to my mind while watching the show.

The Master Chief. John-117. Out of all the people they could have chosen to interrogate you, the UNSC chose their best weapon. A man without feelings and wit. Their blunt tool to torture and kill.

“Whatever you want to know, I won’t tell you,” you dip your head to look up at the giant they sent to you. “I didn’t break for the others. I won’t break for you.”

He watches you without saying a word. If not for your training, the silence and his stoic behavior would be unsettling and scary. He’s dwarfing you with his suit and his sheer size.

“I see, you want to stare me to death,” you chuckle lightly. “I didn’t want to believe the rumors, but you are indeed a beast of a man.”

He dips his head at your words but remains silent.

“Ah, you are the kind of person waiting for me to spill everything by unnerving me with your silence.” You huff. “You’re not the first person trying to scare me.”

The master chief walks around the chair you’re sitting on. He leans against the wall and watches you fight against the restraints holding you to the chair.

“If you want me to rat out my friends and allies, you are dead wrong,” you glare at him. “I know you know nothing about friendship and honor, but I try to explain the complexity of fuck yourself to you.”

He takes off his helmet and carefully places it on the metal table in the room. If you didn’t know better, you’d believe he gave you a half-smirk.

You watch him for a moment. His face is bruised, and there is a little blood on his temple.

“I cannot tell you anything about the others because I don’t know them. We don’t know each other, only the people in the same cell know each other,” your features sadden. “But your fine friends from the UNSC already killed all of them. No prisoners, and such…”

There’s something in his eyes for a second. Sadness, maybe. It’s gone so fast that you don’t know if it has been there at all. 

“What was your plan? You came here, sneak inside the building to do what?” Oh, it speaks. His voice is deep and rough. If not for the person he is, it would lull you in.

“Kill Parangosky,” you shrug. “She had it coming. A monster always waits for its slayer to come and find it. She felt safe for the longest time. Her end is near. Even if I didn’t make it far enough to kill her.”

He watches you shift in your seat. “She left all of us there to die,” you sniff. “The UNSC knew the alliance was on Reach. She saved only the people important to the UNSC and left the rest of us to die. How can you stand there and work for a monster? You swore to protect the people! All of them!”

You raise your voice and scream when memories of the people fighting alongside you flash up in your mind. They fell. One after another. The alliance knows no mercy, neither does the UNSC and its rotten members.

“They left us all to die on Reach,” John-117 finally says. He pushes off the wall and stalks toward you. “They even took our suits to make sure we die. We are not so different.”

You frown deeply. Why is he telling you this? Is this a tactic to get information out of you? The rebellion is dead. Your fight died on Reach, alongside your friends and allies.

“What do you want if you know what happened on Reach?” You sneer at him. “Ah, I get it. You follow orders without thinking. No feelings or wit keeping you from torturing people who are already lost.”

“We need allies,” he simply states. “You’re a strong ally. A reliable one not wanting to take advantage of the people fighting alongside you.” The Master Chief breaks the restraints without effort. “Humanity is on the verge of destruction.”

“An ally,” you cock a brow. “Who are you trying to kid here, Master Chief? You’re their favorite poster boy. I don’t think you want to rebel against them. This is not your fight.”

“It is now,” he stares down at you for a moment. The Master Chief considers your words and turns around to get his helmet. “You can fight alongside me or surrender to your grief and fear.”

“I’m not afraid,” you jump up and size the Master Chief up. “Not of you, nor the UNSC. If you want to kill me, do it here and now.”

He looks tired, and a little sad when his eyes meet yours. “I don’t want to kill you,” he says. “I lost two friends within a few days. One dead, the other…” He looks away. “I don’t know who to trust anymore. I broke into the room to get you out.”

“I don’t believe you,” you side-step the Master Chief, aware he can snap your neck in the blink of an eye. “If so, let me go…”

“Where do you want to go?” He questions, surveilling your reaction. “Reach got destroyed, most of the outer colonies too. There isn’t much left of the resistance. If you want to fight back, come with me.”

You take a step toward the door and another. “Not in this life, Master Chief. Maybe the resistance died on Reach, but…I’d never willingly fight alongside the poster boy of the UNSC.”

He watches you leave, shaking his head. Of course, you’d never join his fight. All your life you had to fight the UNSC.

How could you believe for one second that the great Master Chief told you the truth?

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Jensen Ackles & Batman | JIB14

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No biggie

He is just grumpy as i didn’t kiss him before he had to head out😝😚

Pouty baby.

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN and NORMAN REEDUS in Ride With Norman Reedus (2016-)

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Happy Birthday!!!

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Mr. Holmes Maid (3)

Summary: You’re his maid.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader

Warnings: angst, power imbalance, dub-con (just in case cuddling/sharing a bed), master-servant relationship, the reader was an orphan, inappropriate behavior

Mr. Holmes Maid (2)

Mr. Holmes’ maid masterlist

The red dress is even more opulent and expensive than the others. You feel like an imposter standing in front of your master in a dress that shouldn’t cover your body.

“Wonderful,” the needlewoman coos. She clasps her hands together and smiles at you. “She looks so beautiful, doesn’t she, Mr. Holmes.” She wants to hear a compliment for her handiwork, not how you look in the dress.

“Mr. Holmes,” you dare not complain, but you don’t feel comfortable wearing a dress made for a lady, not a peasant. “Isn’t that too much? I can’t clean in this kind of dress.”

“It’s for special occasions,” he hastily says while pushing a few looks out of his face. “If we receive guests and such.” The lie easily rolls off his tongue. He straightens his back and looks at the owner of the shop straight in the eyes. “Right, Mr. Stevenson.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Holmes,” the man almost cowers in front of your master. If he’d lick Sherlock’s polished shoes, you wouldn’t be surprised. “She will look lovely while serving your guests.”

No one at the shop believes Sherlock wants you to wear this dress for his guests. He wants you to wear them only for you.

“Wonderful,” your master finally says. “We will take them all. Maid,” he sternly looks at you. “You can redress after I paid for everything. I’ll be waiting outside for you. Don’t waste time, we need shoes for you too.”

“Shoes,” you murmur while watching Sherlock with curiosity. He’s so different now. Moments ago, he was all soft on you and placed his hand on the small of your back. And now, he orders you around.

“Yes, shoes, maid,” he grumbles. “Let’s proceed then.”

You wrinkle your forehead. What else does he want to buy for you today?

Sherlock leaves you and the needlewoman alone to talk to the owner about payment, and another order.

“My dear,” the woman whispers so no one can hear her. “He’s charming, smart, and very handsome. But be careful. You’re only a maid. If anyone finds out about your affair,” she looks around the shop, “you will be the one to blame.”

“I—no,” you gasp at her bluntness. “I…we…no. We never... I wouldn’t dare…” You shake your head. “Mr. Holmes never did such a thing, madame.”

“I’m not a madame, my dear,” she chuckles lightly. “I was you not so long ago.” She dips her head to watch her husband and Sherlock talk. “My husband saved me from ending up on the street after my master promised me love and devotion.”

You don’t know what to say, so you remain silent.

“After he stole my innocence, he tossed me out on the street like a stray cat,” she whispers. “If you ever need help,” she grabs your hand, squeezing it, “come back here. We have a spare room.”

You nod and give her a quick smile. Your heart is racing, just like your mind.

Is that what Sherlock wants? Steal your innocence and kick you out. Is this his way to remind you of your place? Maybe he tries to fool you, believing you’re just a dull maid, unable to think for yourself.

“Thank you,” you utter and ask her to help you redress. You need to get the expensive dress off of your body, or you’ll faint imagining all the things Sherlock could do to you if you let him…

“Are you unwell,” Sherlock watches you fidget in your seat at the carriage. “What is it, Y/N?”

“The dresses and all that,” you dare not to meet his gaze, “I can’t wear them. It’s inappropriate. I got my clothes and…guests wouldn’t want to see me in such a dress. It’s too…pretty.”

“I bought them,” he sternly replies. “So, you will wear them.” Sherlock’s features soften when you choke out a sob. “Y/N, you helped me so often while I was lost in a case. You made sure that I ate properly and got dressed. You even brushed my locks. Consider the dresses and coat a gift to thank you for your assistance with my cases.”

“I did my duty, Master Holmes,” your voice trembles when he looks at you with soft blue eyes. “Helping you and taking care of you is my honor.”

He smiles at your words. “You’re so…” Sherlock swallows the sweet words he wanted to say. He cannot say them. This would confuse you even more. “Caring and selfless.” He says instead. “If I offer a gift to you, I expect you to take it.”

“Yes, master.”

Sherlock sighs deeply. His words came out wrong, and now you shy away, believing you did something wrong. He wants to take the words back, but that’s just not him.

“We will be home soon, maid,” he softly says. “We should rest soon. It was a rather long and exhausting day for you.”

“What about dinner? I can still prepare everything,” you try to make things up to Sherlock. He bought all these nice things for you, and you could only think of the things the needlewoman said to you.

Sherlock brushes his hand over yours, gently touching it for a moment. “We have leftovers from last night. You need to rest. Tomorrow, we need to talk about a few things.”

You nod and drop your gaze. “Will you send me away now? Did I anger you?”

“What?” He gasps at your words. “No…I…” Sherlock grabs your hand to hold it tightly. “I would never let you go. And you did not anger me, Y/N.” He murmurs. “It’s late and we should not think of anything but to rest.”

Your heart races feeling his large hand hold yours. He doesn’t let go and interlaces his fingers with yours. Sherlock breaks another rule, but there is no one but you and him in that carriage.

Who shall judge him for wanting to hold your hand?

You pace back and forth in your bedroom. Sherlock said goodnight and tried to read some papers while he sent you to bed.

Now the words of needlewoman echo in your mind. What if she’s right? Maybe he tries to charm his way into your bed. You heard stories from other maids. Their masters did the same.

Sherlock never made any promises. He just came to your bed and slept next to you, seeking your warmth and closeness.

It’s all so confusing and you don’t know if you can resist his advances. Your heart, and maybe your soul too belongs to Sherlock for the longest time.

The moment he took you to his maid, you were lost, and you don’t know if that’s a bad thing…

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#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #Mr. Holmes Maid (3) #sherlock holmes x y/n #maid reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #timezone reblog

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Right back at you, hon. 💞💗

#lulu answers #lovely mutuals

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Can i get a kiss from Dean?🥹

A kiss so passionate that it sucks all my sadness away😌

*sends Dean your way.* I'm sorry you're down.

#lulu answers #sending hugs

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Mr. Holmes Maid (3)

Summary: You’re his maid.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader

Warnings: angst, power imbalance, dub-con (just in case cuddling/sharing a bed), master-servant relationship, the reader was an orphan, inappropriate behavior

Mr. Holmes Maid (2)

Mr. Holmes’ maid masterlist

The red dress is even more opulent and expensive than the others. You feel like an imposter standing in front of your master in a dress that shouldn’t cover your body.

“Wonderful,” the needlewoman coos. She clasps her hands together and smiles at you. “She looks so beautiful, doesn’t she, Mr. Holmes.” She wants to hear a compliment for her handiwork, not how you look in the dress.

“Mr. Holmes,” you dare not complain, but you don’t feel comfortable wearing a dress made for a lady, not a peasant. “Isn’t that too much? I can’t clean in this kind of dress.”

“It’s for special occasions,” he hastily says while pushing a few looks out of his face. “If we receive guests and such.” The lie easily rolls off his tongue. He straightens his back and looks at the owner of the shop straight in the eyes. “Right, Mr. Stevenson.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Holmes,” the man almost cowers in front of your master. If he’d lick Sherlock’s polished shoes, you wouldn’t be surprised. “She will look lovely while serving your guests.”

No one at the shop believes Sherlock wants you to wear this dress for his guests. He wants you to wear them only for you.

“Wonderful,” your master finally says. “We will take them all. Maid,” he sternly looks at you. “You can redress after I paid for everything. I’ll be waiting outside for you. Don’t waste time, we need shoes for you too.”

“Shoes,” you murmur while watching Sherlock with curiosity. He’s so different now. Moments ago, he was all soft on you and placed his hand on the small of your back. And now, he orders you around.

“Yes, shoes, maid,” he grumbles. “Let’s proceed then.”

You wrinkle your forehead. What else does he want to buy for you today?

Sherlock leaves you and the needlewoman alone to talk to the owner about payment, and another order.

“My dear,” the woman whispers so no one can hear her. “He’s charming, smart, and very handsome. But be careful. You’re only a maid. If anyone finds out about your affair,” she looks around the shop, “you will be the one to blame.”

“I—no,” you gasp at her bluntness. “I…we…no. We never... I wouldn’t dare…” You shake your head. “Mr. Holmes never did such a thing, madame.”

“I’m not a madame, my dear,” she chuckles lightly. “I was you not so long ago.” She dips her head to watch her husband and Sherlock talk. “My husband saved me from ending up on the street after my master promised me love and devotion.”

You don’t know what to say, so you remain silent.

“After he stole my innocence, he tossed me out on the street like a stray cat,” she whispers. “If you ever need help,” she grabs your hand, squeezing it, “come back here. We have a spare room.”

You nod and give her a quick smile. Your heart is racing, just like your mind.

Is that what Sherlock wants? Steal your innocence and kick you out. Is this his way to remind you of your place? Maybe he tries to fool you, believing you’re just a dull maid, unable to think for yourself.

“Thank you,” you utter and ask her to help you redress. You need to get the expensive dress off of your body, or you’ll faint imagining all the things Sherlock could do to you if you let him…

“Are you unwell,” Sherlock watches you fidget in your seat at the carriage. “What is it, Y/N?”

“The dresses and all that,” you dare not to meet his gaze, “I can’t wear them. It’s inappropriate. I got my clothes and…guests wouldn’t want to see me in such a dress. It’s too…pretty.”

“I bought them,” he sternly replies. “So, you will wear them.” Sherlock’s features soften when you choke out a sob. “Y/N, you helped me so often while I was lost in a case. You made sure that I ate properly and got dressed. You even brushed my locks. Consider the dresses and coat a gift to thank you for your assistance with my cases.”

“I did my duty, Master Holmes,” your voice trembles when he looks at you with soft blue eyes. “Helping you and taking care of you is my honor.”

He smiles at your words. “You’re so…” Sherlock swallows the sweet words he wanted to say. He cannot say them. This would confuse you even more. “Caring and selfless.” He says instead. “If I offer a gift to you, I expect you to take it.”

“Yes, master.”

Sherlock sighs deeply. His words came out wrong, and now you shy away, believing you did something wrong. He wants to take the words back, but that’s just not him.

“We will be home soon, maid,” he softly says. “We should rest soon. It was a rather long and exhausting day for you.”

“What about dinner? I can still prepare everything,” you try to make things up to Sherlock. He bought all these nice things for you, and you could only think of the things the needlewoman said to you.

Sherlock brushes his hand over yours, gently touching it for a moment. “We have leftovers from last night. You need to rest. Tomorrow, we need to talk about a few things.”

You nod and drop your gaze. “Will you send me away now? Did I anger you?”

“What?” He gasps at your words. “No…I…” Sherlock grabs your hand to hold it tightly. “I would never let you go. And you did not anger me, Y/N.” He murmurs. “It’s late and we should not think of anything but to rest.”

Your heart races feeling his large hand hold yours. He doesn’t let go and interlaces his fingers with yours. Sherlock breaks another rule, but there is no one but you and him in that carriage.

Who shall judge him for wanting to hold your hand?

You pace back and forth in your bedroom. Sherlock said goodnight and tried to read some papers while he sent you to bed.

Now the words of needlewoman echo in your mind. What if she’s right? Maybe he tries to charm his way into your bed. You heard stories from other maids. Their masters did the same.

Sherlock never made any promises. He just came to your bed and slept next to you, seeking your warmth and closeness.

It’s all so confusing and you don’t know if you can resist his advances. Your heart, and maybe your soul too belongs to Sherlock for the longest time.

The moment he took you to his maid, you were lost, and you don’t know if that’s a bad thing…

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#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #Mr. Holmes Maid (3) #sherlock holmes x y/n #maid reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you

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How can the conversation be serious with him if the reader is shorter than him and he wants to maintain the eyes contact and tilts his head all the time?

The dirty thoughts ...

Jax smirks, and dips his head to hold your gaze. You struggle to maintain eye contact because he's taller than you.

He likes that about you.

The biker loves to imagine all the dirty things he could do to you to make you scream his name.

His favorite fantasy is you on top of him. Riding the life out of him.

He holds back a chuckle when you point your index finger at him. Explaining all the laws he broke again, and again.

Jax drove too fast, and you couldn't help but walk over to him when he parked his bike to scold him.

He nods while you tell him it's important to drive carefully. Jax tilts his head again as you crane your neck to look up at him.

"How about I promise to never ignore the speed limit again, and you go for coffee with me. You're invited."

You put your hands on your hips and search his face. "Pinkie promise?"

Jax smiles at your reply. "I guess we have a date!" He wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the bakery nearby. "What do you like. Cake, pie, or something saltier..."

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Oh. This looks interesting. Let's give Sammy some love...👀😁

Kinky Sam Winchester Week

Welcome to Kinky Sam Week!

What is it?

A whole week to celebrate Sam Winchester and his kinks!

When is it?

April 28-May 4, 2024

What are the prompts?

Sunday, April 28 - Office Sex

Monday, April 29 - 69

Tuesday, April 30 - Come Play

Wednesday, May 1 - Shibari

Thursday, May 2 - Face Riding/Fucking

Friday, May 3 - Nipple Play

Saturday, May 4 - Dealer's Choice

How do I participate?

No sign ups are required! Just post any and all Kinky Sam Winchester content and be sure to include #kinkysamweek2024 and tag us @spnkinkevents in your post. We will reblog everything we see, but if we haven’t reblogged your work within 24 hours please send us an ask. There will also be a thread to drop your links on our Discord for this event.

Reminder: Please review our General Rules, which apply to all events we host. If you have any questions, feel free to send in an Ask!

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Faking it all (2)

Summary: It’s date time. 

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 7 – Saturday, April 20 - Alpha/Omega for Hire

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, reader was an omega for hire, love-struck Dean, nervous Dean

Words: 700+

Catch up here: Faking it all

A/N: This is the last day of the event and the last story I wrote for it.

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Dean wrings his hands. He didn’t listen and came to your apartment instead of waiting for you at the restaurant. The alpha tried to act like a gentleman and pick you up.

Now the clock is ticking and he’s waiting patiently outside of your home.

“Y/N, I came here to pick you up. I bought you flowers and all. At the restaurant, you cannot put the flowers anywhere.”

You sigh and open the door. “I told you to wait outside the restaurant for me,” you purse your lips. “You can’t even follow a simple order. This is our first date and you already messed everything up.”

“I came here to offer flowers to you,” Dean grunts. “I thought you��d be impressed because I tried to be romantic. I even booked a fucking horse carriage to drive us through the park after dinner.”

You watch Dean despair. He looks at the flower basket standing next to your doorframe, huffing as he messed up the first date with you.

“I wanted you to wait for me at the restaurant so I can drive home alone. Most alphas want to pick a woman up, believing they get laid after the first date.”

“What? I—” Dean swallows thickly. His cock twitched in interest, but he shakes his head. “I didn’t think of getting laid. I only tried to survive the first date without fucking things over again.”

You cross your arms over your chest, simply watching Dean whine.

“Fine. Get the flowers and call that carriage dude. I won’t spend the night in a carriage. It’s cold, and I’m not in the mood to smell horse poop.”

“Poop?” Dean grins.

“Hurry up and get inside,” you open the door wider, walking with it to let Dean inside. He grasps the flower basket and hurriedly makes his way inside your apartment. “I got pasta, salad, and pie for dessert.”

Dean stops in his tracks to stare at you. “What? You cooked. But why?”

“I knew you’d not listen,” you coo and pat his shoulder. “Take off your shoes and coat and put the flower basket on the sideboard over there.” You point to the sideboard.

“You knew?” He quirks a brow. “How?”

“I knew the alpha hindbrain could not follow orders coming from an omega. And I knew you’re an eager puppy wanting to rub your scent into my stuff.”

His grin widens. Dean chuckles and crouches down to unlace his shoelaces. “I knew you were perfect for me.”

“Slow down and hold the horses,” you poke his back with your index finger. “You didn’t make it through the first date yet.”

“I…I don’t want you to work as an omega for hire any longer. I’ll help you find a better job or do anything to keep you away from other alphas,” he blurs out. “Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t want to say things like that. I’m not a control freak or try to dominate you.”

“As if I’d let you dominate me," you snort. "No alpha will ever tell me how to live my life."

Dean drops his gaze. He did exactly what he tried not to do. Now he lost the chance to get to know you better and win you over.

“Relax. My business went down the drain long before we met. The new girls did more than go on dates with my clients and ruined my reputation.”

You shrug and grab the flower basket.

“You don’t work as an omega for hire anymore?” Dean follows you hot on your heels. “Really? I mean…are you open to pups and nesting in my home? Maybe we can mate and look for a new home together. I got all these plans and…” He gasps at his words. 

You snort.

“Crap,” Dean curses under his breath. “Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry…again. Please, believe me, I’m usually not like this.”

You smirk.

“I swear!”

“Dean.”

“Yeah?” Dean whispers. He watches you turn around. His eyelashes flutter nervously when you cup his face with both hands.

“If you stop talking now, this can still be a nice evening,” you lean closer to peck his nose. “You should use your brain as a filter before speaking again. I don't need to know that you are planning to breed me like a horny dog.”

He chuckles nervously. It’s like you can see right through his cocky façade. “Okay.”

“Good,” you peck his nose again. “If you can tame your libido and stop saying stupid things, you can eat with me.”

“I promise to not talk about breeding or your job again. I’m an idiot, but not stupid.”

“As long as you’re not like your father,” you nip at his lips, making him purr against you, “we are golden…”

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