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[dankmiehm]

"Who Did This?" //For Aziraphale from demonmegcause who used to be findacauseandserveit. Hi i've missed you!

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

Aziraphale looked at Meg, his eyes shining with tears.  “Er, it was nothing, no one,” he stammered, looking away from her.  He didn’t need her to know that her ex had gotten to him and it could have been much worse than a busted lip.

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[righteousmandownunder-a]

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Dean had fought gallantly for his kingdom. He was one of the best soldiers there were. How they had lost was beyond him. When he was taken prisoner, Dean was put into low class clothes, no longer wearing his gold armor, shackles tight around his wrists.

To say that Dean was highly unimpressed with the castle would be an understatement. Of course he would think that. Any soldier would think that their castle was better than any other. When they arrived, Dean was pushed unceremoniously into the large room, stumbling and falling to his knees. He was still cut up and hurting, but he put on a strong front.

He looked over when he saw the king’s daughter and she was absolutely stunning. He’d overheard his own father, king of his own kingdom that he was taken from, say that he were to marry the Princess here. That was silly because she was a Princess and Dean was a soldier of war. Soldiers do not marry Princesses. Princesses marry Princes.

Dean was pulled from his thoughts when the tight shackles were suddenly released and he was looking up at the beautiful woman in front of him. “Thank you.” he murmured, bowing his head in respect. When she said to follow him, Dean staggered to his feet and followed behind.

[seeksredempticn]

@findacauseandserveit continued

Meg had always flirted with Bucky but that was just how she was, she never expected him to reciprocate those feelings. The kiss was needy, wanting, and oh so desperate. Her lips moved just as needy as his did. When his arm came around her, she let herself be pulled to him. The closeness of their bodies and the little clothing that Meg was wearing caused the fabric of his jeans to rub up against her clothed clit. A moan left her lips, but was mumbled out by the clashing of their lips and tongues exploring each others mouth.

Although the hearing aids were a broken mess, impeding him to hear her moan, he definitely felt it in the vibration of her lips, the way her mouth moved against his. Bucky just kissed her, harder now, hand sliding down to her hips. The slightest of pressure was applied there, a little bit of encouragement, for her to roll her hips again, should she want to – a green light to do it, really. It was relieving to know he couldn’t force her to do anything, even if he wanted to: she was a demon, after all, and could easily throw him off of her the moment he crossed a line.

[seeksredempticn]

@findacauseandserveit continued Meg stood there, politely waiting for him. She had no shame that she was mostly naked. He had obviously seen all of her last night. When he handed her the green shirt, she slipped it over her head quickly, seeing as he turned around when she put the shirt on. “All the context clues point to yes. And thats what you get when you try to out drink Demon, Shug.” She had to admit that he could handle his alcohol really well. The raven haired demon looked down to both of her fists. They weren’t bruised. “Now why would I go and punch a pretty face like yours?” She cocked an eyebrow up at him. “How’s your head feeling after all those shots? Want me to start some coffee?” It wasn’t like Meg to hang around after a drunken bang, but she had drank alot last night and her head was sloshing about. Plus she didn’t wake up before him so she couldn’t sneak out on him. •••••••••••• "Hurt worse when I woke up from a headshot, but-" he shrugged. "Not good." Bucky yawned again, and got a shirt for himself. His mouth tasted gross, but not in the way he'd become used to on hangovers. Yep, he'd definitely gone down on her. "Nah, leave the coffee to me. Mama taught me good manners, God rest her soul", he said. She'd crawl out of her grave to smack him up the head for failing in being a gentleman. "Want some sweatpants? 's kinda chilly."

[seeksredempticn]

@findacauseandserveit continued

“Thanks”, Bucky whispered. He toed off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, but otherwise, remained fully clothed. Although they’d fucked, Bucky was still self-conscious about his body. Plus, to sleep fully clothed was a military habit he’d never shaken off entirely. He leaned over Meg to turn the light off. “Sorry I woke you.”

[jbbarnes107]

❝ you seem tired, i can give you a massage if you want to. ❞ //from demonmegcause either marvel verse or demon verse

Bucky looked tired, annoyed and just overall done. He was sitting at a bar by himself sipping whiskey like it was water. He turned to Meg and just smiled, a grin more than a smile. "If only that could solve all my problems."

[jbbarnes107]

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ //from demonmegcause Marvel verse

@demonmegcause

Getting Bucky to sit still while being tended to by someone who had every reason to hate Hydra was easier said than done. It wasn't even that he was fidgety. He kept saying he was fine and smacking her hand away. Of course Bucky wasn't with Hydra anymore and even when he was with Hydra it wasn't by choice. He had trust issues now. "I'm fine." He repeated, grabbing her hand. "Stop."

[dankmiehm]

"We're married." / For Aziraphale (btw i have missed you so muchhhh)

There had been a fight.  Aziraphale and Castiel had been locked in an intense battle of strength and will.  He had not known of his brother’s affections for the demon and here they were.

It waged for hours until Chuck brought an end to it.  “Castiel...Aziraphale has shown that he loves this demon as much as you.  But you are needed for a higher purpose.”  With a touch, Castiel’s memories were altered and he was sent back to the Winchesters.

“Aziraphale, you have been on earth for so long.  I can’t say that I am happy with the company you keep, but you’re a good son.  For that, I’ll give you some happiness.”  He touched Aziraphale’s forehead gently.

***

When the angel awakened, he was in his bed at the bookshop.  He stretched lightly and froze when he felt the body next to his.  Rolling over, he saw her.  Meg.  Aziraphale was reaching for her when the glint of gold caught his eye.  On his left ring finger, the band was simple, but it meant the world.  He was married to the demon sleeping next to him.

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