good job you morons

Kinks #13 - Temptation to Sin (Teasing)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: Almost 4200

Warnings: Oral sex (reader giving), masturbation (reader) and maybe slight shame kink? Dom!Cas

A/N: I quite enjoyed writing this but I’m entirely unsure of whether I like how it turned out. It’s open to part 2, maybe? If that’s wanted. Requests are open!


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Episode four: in case you don’t remember what happened at the end of episode three, don’t worry, there’s a flashback for that.

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The Newsroom S1 Sentence Starters
  • “I’m a marine! I will beat the shit out of you! I don’t care how many protein bars you eat!”
  • “This is more than unprofessional, it’s uncivilized. But more than that, it’s unprofessional.”
  • “I never knew what the word ‘smug’ meant until I met you.”
  • “I’m too old to be governed by fear of dumb people.”
  • “That didn’t sound like something that should come with a warning, that sounded like something that should come with balloons.” 
  • “And a lot of people might argue there are witches out there.”
  • “I only seem liberal because I believe that hurricanes are caused by high barometric pressure and not gay marriage.”
  • “I could’ve been a doctor!”
  • “And the first guy wouldn’t see a doctor until the second guy saw a doctor.”
  • “Okay, I know we were on sketchy ground ethically and linguistically, but…”
  •  “What in the name of holy fuck were you thinking about?”
  • “Sometimes your wisdom leads to … [*exploding sound and gesture*] “
  • “Don’t call me girl sir!”
  • “Do you have any human knowledge?”
  • “I’m on a mission to civilize!”
  • “Yeah, maybe if you stare at that piece of paper long enough the time will reverse itself and the last 10 seconds will be erased from the universe.”
  • “They’ve done a pretty good job making themselves look like morons.”
  • “What is this compulsion you have to look on the bright side? I can never count on you to be Jewish.”
  • “Do not take a tone with me, American Gigolo.”
  • “Waiting, patience – words like that, always my last option.”
  • “You say that like I’ve got polio” 
  • “Since I’m never going to see you again after Friday, I feel I can tell you something…”
  • “I don’t know who told you you’re a bad guy, but somebody did. Somebody along the way. Somebody or something convinced you of it, because you think you’re a bad guy… and you’re just not.”
  • “I could be wrong. I almost always am.”
  • “I’ve enlisted the help of a master of the dark arts.”
  •  “In your FACE, Nancy Grace!”
  • “You’re going to see an emotional response on my face and a physical response directed at yours.”
  • “Re-edit my wikipedia page!”
  • “You’re coming back if I have to chop you up put you in a duffle bag and reassemble you.”
  • “I’ve been waiting two days to hit you!”

Hello! This is the first fic I wrote, I wanted it to be super fluffy because the one coming up is most definitely a no-fluff. Hartbig, 1,669 words, SFW - SFF. Thanks for reading!

So, that’s a thing. No doubts. 

She had some reserves at the beginning, of course. Could be anything. Close friendship, sister-like affection, co-dependancy, admiration, devotion. Nope, nope and nope. This was an good ol’ crush: usual flutter, typical blushing, all too predictable dry mouth - with a side of sheer terror. Because this was a bit different. Or was it?

Grace didn’t know. By this point, her usual pattern would have taken her to muster some self-confidence and leave some obvious clues. She knew how to do that. Maybe the fact that most of the times she was pretty sure the attraction was mutual had made things a bit easier. A whole lot easier, let’s face it. 

But this time, she had three pretty big problems.

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After that initial interaction with the… with the skeleton, Conan had begun keeping track of things. Slight comments, idle details, and minute references. And he really, honestly hadn’t found much. He was slightly surprised. Maybe that was what the other had meant by a Forget Code…. but what did that even mean in the first place. Walking, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground, he suddenly felt a chill up his spine. It was a feeling he recognized a bit too well, a sensation he was able to recognize because of many cases.

Someone was watching him.

Turning around, hand’s still in his pockets, he surveyed the scene, eyes narrowing. What details, what could he see? Good job, Kudo, looking at the ground like a moron. You weren’t paying attention to the scenery itself. He couldn’t tell if anything was off. He wasn’t even positive if something was wrong but…. Well, sometimes instincts know what’s best.

      👓 “ If you’re following me, just come out. I know you’re there.