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[sexy-salvatore-brother]

Human!Damon

Damon found his parents speaking in hushed tones. His mother bore an angry expression as she spoke to her husband. Giuseppe dismissed her with a scoff, a common occurrence. Though, his mother looked to be more concerned than usual. "What's going on?". He spoke up, catching his mother's frightened gaze. Giuseppe, on the other hand, gave him a charmed grin.

Instead of shooing him away, his father had grasped him on the back and mentioned something in regards to upholding what it meant to be a Salvatore. Legacy. Protecting the town. He had heard it before but Stefan and him dismissed it often. He handed Damon a vial with red liquid. "I need you to go out there and give this". Damon rolled it around in his hand. His mother spoke up frantic, quick Italian directed towards his father. Damon jumped at his father's booming voice as he put a finality to the task.

He looked back at the vial in his hand and then his mom. "It's okay". He gave a reassuring nod, unsure why she appeared to be worried. Damon looked at his father, having no words to share with the man. Perhaps it was another animal in the shack, caged. Maybe it was something he had to lure out. He didn't prepare for the sight of finding another person once he opened the door, no less a person who appeared shackled and confined. The floor had unknown markings.

He paused, hesitant. His mother's behavior felt valid. His shoulders tensed, unsure what to say. If this person was even listening, breathing, alive. Surely, there had to be a reason for this. He looked at the vial in his hand. Damon went to grab at the door when he heard father's voice, warning him not to. He pressed the vial to his father's chest, storming out in anger. Soon the older man followed, the two bickering between Italian and English until Giuseppe raised his fist. A common occurrence between his sons.

That next night, Damon snooped for information. Then, he appeared the next night. He turned on the lantern, knowing the night could be dark. Under the light, he could see more of his features. "What's your name?"

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[davidkarofskyindie]

askbigbrolucifer (Clyde/Desmond)

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Clyde walked towards the flower shop where Desmond worked, a little awkward about being out of the house fully dressed in something that really just felt wrong against his skin but excited to have something approaching a normal date with the man during his lunch break. He clutched the basket tight in his hand, trying to resist the urge to swing it while he walked and soon made the turn into Desmond’s store. He always took a moment right up the front to enjoy the newest layout, taking a little sniff of the roses that littered the way before finally getting to the counter and reaching over to ring the bell on the counter.

“Well, now I just don’t know what’s prettier, the arrangements outside or the owner” he exclaimed with a pointedly playful tone when he saw Desmond walking out. He waited till the man was close before leaning over just a little and kissed the man tenderly “Now, you got someone who can mind the doors or do we just have to listen for the bell… cos I put a lot of work into this lunch and I wanna enjoy it” he said, opening the basket one handed and reaching in “oh, and because I’m the best” and with a dramatic flair he pulled out a clear little container full of Jelly beans and handed them over “Admit it, for a guy who doesn’t go out much, I did good today”

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He could feel it, even without fully understanding the process. It pumped inside him, like a second, late beat of his heart. Something dark and primal. Standing by the door, Sinn lifted his hand to knock it again. The harder the pumping of his blood, the deeper the monster he could become. But with some luck on that forsaken night, the door opened and the man stood there, stepping aside and letting him in. He did so, ignoring the worried words as he untied the belt around his torso, letting his sword down on the corner as he turned to the witch, holding him by the waist and pushing him against the same door, now locked again.

"Don't touch me with your magic, witch. Not now." He growled before his lips quickly shut any answer from the man by roughly kissing him. Lips opening so his tongue could somehow invade and penetrate the other already. Dark blood ran through him, pumping so hard he could hear it in his ears. The blood he had taken and his own drenching his clothes, messing up the ones the witch wore. "Now my price." He ordered once his hungry kiss was over, one hand over the other's chest, pressing him hard there.

[fcggywindows]

closed for;; @askbigbrolucifer plot;; ephraim became obsessed with your character, convinced they're meant to be together, and drugged his coffee, planning to offer to "take him home" only to kidnap him.

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Ephraim knows that what he is doing is wrong even as he does it, slipping the drug into the man's morning drink. He comes in pretty regularly, and he's just... nice.

He's always polite and not friendly, exactly, but kind and patient, and just so different from everyone else in Ephraim's life, and he seems lonely, too. Ephraim's never heard him talk about friends, and he rarely mentions family. Ephraim can be there for him, he just needs the man to understand that.

So, he drugs his drink, and then comes up with some sort of excuse to go on a break, his ears practically ringing as he follows the man out the door.

[daddysbarrp]

Sexy Santa Tidings : Dean x Dell

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"Ho-Ho-Ho" Dell said with a robust little chuckle on the end of it. Avery had to keep his eyes from rolling in the back of his head because Dell had been doing that all evening but it was keeping him from offering body shots in the midst of a brisk evening so Avery wasn't going to complain.

Indeed, Dell was in his element. Bottom half bedecked in red velvet that was slightly form fitting (to say the least) with an obviously fake beard and an exposed upper torso. He lounged on a sleigh that he'd made himself and was offering 'Pictures with Santa' for five bucks a pop. Ten for naughty ones.

The money was for charity, but Dell was definitely taking it the extra mile. There was even a nearby plate of cookies that patrons were passing by and munching on.

And when Dean walked in, Dell gave him finger guns. "Welcome to Daddy's Bar! Merry early Christmas!" He put on a bit of bravado to hide the fact that somebody definitely wearing his face had just walked through the door. Not that Dean knew it yet. The beard was obviously hiding Dell's identity for the moment.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

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"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[jerkxbitchx]

Dean was frantic he woke up and Baby was NOT where he left her. He frowned a bit and looked at Sam. “Sam is it just me or is baby not outside the window right now?” Dean asked him trying very hard to not freak out. Someone stole his car!!! “No Dean it’s not there, do you know when it went missing?” Sam asked. “No Sam, we need a car, so I can go look for her.” Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. the phone ringing and he sighed. “What?” He answered the phone rather rudely he was upset right now. “I have your car.” the woman on the phone said. “What the hell does that mean?” Dean asks her. “It means I have your car, all though it’s not really a car anymore.” The woman on the phone told him. Sam was already typing trying to trace the call so Dean could calm the heck down. Sam nodded at him and he hung up on the woman and they drove to the location in a stolen car. He didn’t see his car anywhere though. They walked in and Dean saw a man. “Okay bitch where’s my car?” She asked him. 

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[bravelittletrickster]

“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO UNLESS WE’RE IN BED.”-Charles FC: dane dehaan, hell hound

angry sexual tension starters

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“Then we either need to move this to bed or you need to make a fucking decision before I make it for you!” Gabriel snapped, trying not to raise his voice as much as Charles.