Fic: A Traditional Family. Chapter 8
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majestic_duxkChapter 7 | Chapter 9
Despite the rough morning, Sam had an excellent day. Dean played it tough, but he really was in the mood to snuggle, so for pretty much the first time ever, the brothers just hung out and chatted. Certain topics were ignored (pretty much anything to do with why Dean was pissed off, John, and weirdly cake. Although Sam was allowed to talk about pie).
Dean had dragged him out at lunchtime, and made tomato rice soup with grilled cheese. The sassy thing had grinned as Sam wiped back tears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this… but it brought back memories of being loved and cared for. Although Sam often complained about the life they had led, he actually had a lot of good memories, all of them about Dean. Dean looking after him, defending him, making him laugh, and basically being the best big brother ever.
And Dean loved Sam. Sam now realised some of that nurturing was Dean being an omega: he needed to look after someone. Suppressants only stopped the heats, they didn’t change the psychology. But not all of it. Dean was just an amazing brother, who’d done a lot to make what was honestly a crappy childhood something that had a few moments to cherish.
Sam had hoarded all his memories of Dean laughing, and smiling, and generally being happy. But even as he dipped through all his memories, he couldn’t remember ever seeing him so unashamedly joyful.
“You’re happy here with Cas.”
Dean paused in bringing a soup dipped sandwich to his mouth. Sam actually sounds surprised.
“Well, sure. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Frowning, Sam ate more soup. Dean was happy. That was good. That was really good. So why was he still worried about everything? He’d tried talking to Dean about the whole… dynamic they had going, but that came under ‘Cas’, so Dean wasn’t talking.
“You keep asking me about Cas, you hang out by yourself, Sam.”
Sam wasn’t quite ready to give up time with his brother. So he shut his mouth. They both knew it wouldn’t be the end of it though.
--
It didn’t affect their day though. Sam dragged to the living room for more cuddles. They watched movies and just generally caught up on the stuff Dean was willing to tell Sam about.
Sam had been deeply involved in Dean’s descriptions of hunts solo and otherwise, when, to Sam’s surprise, Dean had abruptly stopped talking and wriggled off his lap, informing Sam he had to do something and disappeared. Blinking, Sam momentarily felt the loss of the warm omega, but then shrugged and turned back to his book. He would have preferred it if Dean asked permission, but he was happy to continue talking later.
So when the front door opened signifying Castiel’s arrival, Sam was alone. Sam was still alone when, a few minutes later, Castiel came stalking into the lounge room.
“Where is Dean?” There was more than a touch of angry alpha growl in his voice, causing Sam to look up in surprise.
Dean had done a lot to piss Castiel off in the… well, being totally honest, the last six months. Yet Castiel had shown restraint and calm. An unbelievable amount really. Dean had run off, lied and stole, and gotten arrested. He’d come back and sassed, argued, been defiant and Castiel had barely flickered and eyelid. But Dean not being at the door set off Castiel’s alpha rage?
“Uh… not sure…”
Fiery eyes were turned on him, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Castiel looked away, cocking his head.
“Studio,” he stated before moving to the bottom of the staircase.
He stood there a few moments before calling up (and Dean could have told Sam that meant Cas was really fucking pissed.) “I expect a certain pup here in two minutes. He’s already earnt himself an extra spanking. I suggest not making it worse.”
Castiel stalked back to couch, throwing himself down next to Sam. The two sat in tense silence, watching as two minutes passed and Dean didn’t show. Five minutes later, however, an insolent omega came sauntering down the stairs, black smudges all over his hands and arms.
“Cas!” Dean’s look of surprise was beautifully faked. The voice, the saucily cocked hip, all were designed to send his alpha into a rage. Castiel, despite all the provocation, somehow managed to control himself.
“So nice of you to join us, Dean. Go wash up, then I want you in your corner in the kitchen. You have fifteen minutes and I will be timing.” Castiel turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving an unhappy Dean staring after him. Dean turned to Sam, his mouth already open, ready to complain. Sam held up a hand, stopping that in its tracks.
“No. No. No. You are not involving me in your domestic dispute. You obviously wanted a reaction from Cas, well, now you’re going to get one and you can deal with whatever it is. I am going to go to the kitchen and do what we planned to do this evening – sit down for a nice meal. I’m not getting involved,” he repeated, “but if I were you, I would do what Cas says.” Sam was on his feet and headed to the kitchen, before he paused and looked back at Dean. “I love you Dean. And I hate seeing you in tears. It’s weird seeing my older brother with his nose in the corner all the time. And I can and will save you from a lot, Dean, but I can’t save you from yourself! Just… Just try and be a good boy.”
He felt Dean’s incredulous stare boring into his back. Not that he blamed him. He couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. The thing was, Castiel was right. Dean was pushing the alpha, pushing the boundaries for some reason Sam still couldn’t figure out. To get a reaction? A big one? He’d run away, and been met with a calm and collected alpha. So now he was pushing and prodding til he got what he needed – because apparently getting spanked twice a day for months on end wasn’t enough. Sam had no idea what that might be. He hoped Cas had a better idea.
--
Castiel was taking deep, slow breaths in the kitchen. Eyes closed, and body forcibly relaxed. Sam couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter, and Castiel turned to gaze at him, a question in his eye.
“I do the exact same thing when pissed me off.”
Castiel’s expression lightened. “He does enjoy pushing my buttons. And then he’s surprised every time I snap.” He heaved a sigh. “I knew he was upset this morning – I was too. And I did request two weeks off work. Unfortunately, today was an emergency. That has now been dealt with, and I expect no further interruptions.” Though Castiel’s voice remained calm, his face was scary. Sam decided then and there he never wanted to get on Castiel’s bad side. “I have now made it quite clear how I feel about that. And I have had my leave extended. Dean needs all my attention right now. And Dean is the most important thing in my life.” Castiel paused, brow drawn in thought, before he addressed Sam once me. “And Sam? I am very grateful for your presence. How was he today?”
Sam snorted. “Apparently he doesn’t cuddle.”
Sam was rewarded with Castiel’s burst of laughter. “You’re right. He definitely doesn’t cuddle. He stoically puts up with his alphas’ wrapping their arms around him.”
--
When Dean slunk into the kitchen 14 minutes and 57 seconds later, Castiel was able to calmly hand him a pillow and gesture towards the empty corner. Dean eyed him warily. His body, which had been puffed up, deflated. He’d come in looking for a fight, and Castiel had taken the wind right out of his sails.
Sam watched as the two stared at each other. He knew his feelings about their relationship were still complicated. But maybe the problem was him, not them? He kept coming back to a few facts: this was something they had both agreed on, Dean knew the consequences of pushing Cas but still did so, and they obviously adored each other. And Dean was the happiest he’d ever seen him.
And that was all important.
--
Dean was taking too long for Castiel’s liking. Cocking his head, he looked at his mate.
“Do you need some assistance?”
The response was an immediate, rapid head shake, although the painfully slow pace at which Dean made his way to the corner had even Sam rolling his eyes. Once Dean was on his knees, Castiel nodded.
“Silence until I call you out, sweetheart. Please think about why I’ve asked you to kneel there.”
Castiel proceeded to bustle around the kitchen. Dean had prepped everything during the day – rice, curry, and some salad dripping with dressing. It was Castiel’s turn to roll his eyes.
“I’m going to need to come up with a weekly menu plan. Something easy to feed my special little puppy. Let me know if there is anything you particularly like or dislike.”
Sam nodded but didn’t say anything. It was too fascinating watching Castiel. He seemed to be fully focused on his kitchen tasks, eyes not even straying to Dean, but he reacted every time Dean even sighed.
Finally, it was just the dishes heating in the oven.
Castiel sat down and called to Dean. “Want to come and tell me what that was about, sweetheart?”
Dean turned. “Cas… I…”
Castiel crooked a finger. “Over here, Dean.”
Dean picked up his pillow and came to Castiel. He dropped his pillow on the floor, beside Castiel, and went to kneel on it, before a light hand on his shoulder stopped him. Castiel widened his knees, leaving a Dean sized space before moving the pillow between his feet and gesturing.
“Ca-as!”
It was a whine. But Dean knew he’d already pushed his alpha further than was really sensible. Sighing, he dropped gracefully to his knees. Castiel caught his chin, turning Dean’s face so their eyes met.
“You need to keep looking at me, Dean.”
Puffing his cheeks, Dean nodded, but didn’t say anything. Castiel stroked his cheeks for a few seconds, before his hand dropped to Dean’s collar. Sam heard Dean’s breath catch, but Dean just continued staring at his alpha. Who after a few moments chose to be amused.
“You want me to start, hmmm? Ok. Let’s ignore this morning, and talk about this evening. You know this behaviour is not acceptable, Dean. You know you are to be at the door, on your knees when I return home. But this evening I returned home to an empty step. My first day out of the house and you weren’t there. I wonder why that is?” Dean’s face flushed, and he went to turn away, but Castiel had a finger hooked under Dean’s collar. “Right now you are looking at me, Dean.” Castiel waited until Dean had stopped shifting, then continued in his deep, steady voice. “So I had to think about why you would do that Dean. Why you want me to be angry. And would you like to know what I see, Dean?” Castiel gave Dean the opportunity to respond, but Dean just stared at his alpha. “What I see is a scared little puppy, trying to push me until I crack, maybe even kick him to the curb. Pushing me away on your terms, huh, Dean?”
Dean blushed but didn’t deny it. Sam wished he wasn’t in the room. Dean and emotions were like oil and water, and Sam was uncomfortable being round such an obviously discomforted Dean. But it would be too obvious to leave now… and part of Sam was completely fascinated. Dean talking about emotions! Ok, currently listening about them, but Dean and his feelings were definitely on the table.
As Castiel and Dean seemed to have forgotten him anyway, Sam turned his body, giving them the illusion of privacy.
“You ran away, and I went to collect you. Do you know why, Dean? Because we’re a family. Because I love you. Because this is your home. Because you are mine.” Castiel’s voice dropped, becoming darkly possessive, and even without looking, Sam knew Castiel’s fingers were pulling at Dean’s collar. “Always mine. So you can push me as much as you like Dean, but it won’t push me away. And it certainly won’t stop me loving you.”
Dean burst into tears. Sam’s body jerked. He wanted to leap up and grab his brother, wrapping him in his arms and telling him everything was ok. Anything to make him feel better, to stop the scent of distressed omega that filled the air. Luckily Castiel had a similar reaction. Before Sam had even turned, Dean was wrapped in Castiel’s arms, head burrowed into his shoulder, whole body shaking with powerful sobbing.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s ok. You’re home, I’m home, Sam’s home. It’s ok. You’re my gorgeous boy, and I love you sweetheart. Love you all the time.” Castiel didn’t stop murmuring words of love, his arms circling and supporting his sweet pet.
The two were totally wrapped up in each other. Sam took the opportunity to quietly sneak out of the room. Hopefully this would mark a turning point – one which would be kinder on Dean’s ass.
--
When Sam returned some time later, Dean was on Castiel’s lap. Castiel had already eaten, and was now hand feeding Dean chunks of curry and rice. It was revolting. Noting his own full plate, Sam hurried to his seat.
Dean was blissed out in front of his alpha, so Sam focused on his meal. At Castiel’s quiet throat clearing he looked up.
“Yes?”
“Thank you Sam.”
Sam looked confused. He felt confused.
“For what?”
“I know this can’t be easy.” Castiel paused and smiled. “I know this hasn’t been easy. You are young and liberal. I know how challenging it has been for you, seeing my pup brought to heel.” Castiel dropped a hand to Dean’s head. Dean leaned into the touch, nuzzling at his hand. “But it’s important to Dean, and to me, that you are here, and part of our home. You are Dean’s family, and so that makes you my family. So, thank you.”
Sam went back to eating with a light heart. Castiel was right. These few days had been tough. But right now? It felt like everything was perfect. Things could only get easier.
And if maybe Sam wasn’t as liberal as he always thought? That was ok too.
Chapter 7 | Chapter 9
Despite the rough morning, Sam had an excellent day. Dean played it tough, but he really was in the mood to snuggle, so for pretty much the first time ever, the brothers just hung out and chatted. Certain topics were ignored (pretty much anything to do with why Dean was pissed off, John, and weirdly cake. Although Sam was allowed to talk about pie).
Dean had dragged him out at lunchtime, and made tomato rice soup with grilled cheese. The sassy thing had grinned as Sam wiped back tears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this… but it brought back memories of being loved and cared for. Although Sam often complained about the life they had led, he actually had a lot of good memories, all of them about Dean. Dean looking after him, defending him, making him laugh, and basically being the best big brother ever.
And Dean loved Sam. Sam now realised some of that nurturing was Dean being an omega: he needed to look after someone. Suppressants only stopped the heats, they didn’t change the psychology. But not all of it. Dean was just an amazing brother, who’d done a lot to make what was honestly a crappy childhood something that had a few moments to cherish.
Sam had hoarded all his memories of Dean laughing, and smiling, and generally being happy. But even as he dipped through all his memories, he couldn’t remember ever seeing him so unashamedly joyful.
“You’re happy here with Cas.”
Dean paused in bringing a soup dipped sandwich to his mouth. Sam actually sounds surprised.
“Well, sure. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Frowning, Sam ate more soup. Dean was happy. That was good. That was really good. So why was he still worried about everything? He’d tried talking to Dean about the whole… dynamic they had going, but that came under ‘Cas’, so Dean wasn’t talking.
“You keep asking me about Cas, you hang out by yourself, Sam.”
Sam wasn’t quite ready to give up time with his brother. So he shut his mouth. They both knew it wouldn’t be the end of it though.
--
It didn’t affect their day though. Sam dragged to the living room for more cuddles. They watched movies and just generally caught up on the stuff Dean was willing to tell Sam about.
Sam had been deeply involved in Dean’s descriptions of hunts solo and otherwise, when, to Sam’s surprise, Dean had abruptly stopped talking and wriggled off his lap, informing Sam he had to do something and disappeared. Blinking, Sam momentarily felt the loss of the warm omega, but then shrugged and turned back to his book. He would have preferred it if Dean asked permission, but he was happy to continue talking later.
So when the front door opened signifying Castiel’s arrival, Sam was alone. Sam was still alone when, a few minutes later, Castiel came stalking into the lounge room.
“Where is Dean?” There was more than a touch of angry alpha growl in his voice, causing Sam to look up in surprise.
Dean had done a lot to piss Castiel off in the… well, being totally honest, the last six months. Yet Castiel had shown restraint and calm. An unbelievable amount really. Dean had run off, lied and stole, and gotten arrested. He’d come back and sassed, argued, been defiant and Castiel had barely flickered and eyelid. But Dean not being at the door set off Castiel’s alpha rage?
“Uh… not sure…”
Fiery eyes were turned on him, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Castiel looked away, cocking his head.
“Studio,” he stated before moving to the bottom of the staircase.
He stood there a few moments before calling up (and Dean could have told Sam that meant Cas was really fucking pissed.) “I expect a certain pup here in two minutes. He’s already earnt himself an extra spanking. I suggest not making it worse.”
Castiel stalked back to couch, throwing himself down next to Sam. The two sat in tense silence, watching as two minutes passed and Dean didn’t show. Five minutes later, however, an insolent omega came sauntering down the stairs, black smudges all over his hands and arms.
“Cas!” Dean’s look of surprise was beautifully faked. The voice, the saucily cocked hip, all were designed to send his alpha into a rage. Castiel, despite all the provocation, somehow managed to control himself.
“So nice of you to join us, Dean. Go wash up, then I want you in your corner in the kitchen. You have fifteen minutes and I will be timing.” Castiel turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving an unhappy Dean staring after him. Dean turned to Sam, his mouth already open, ready to complain. Sam held up a hand, stopping that in its tracks.
“No. No. No. You are not involving me in your domestic dispute. You obviously wanted a reaction from Cas, well, now you’re going to get one and you can deal with whatever it is. I am going to go to the kitchen and do what we planned to do this evening – sit down for a nice meal. I’m not getting involved,” he repeated, “but if I were you, I would do what Cas says.” Sam was on his feet and headed to the kitchen, before he paused and looked back at Dean. “I love you Dean. And I hate seeing you in tears. It’s weird seeing my older brother with his nose in the corner all the time. And I can and will save you from a lot, Dean, but I can’t save you from yourself! Just… Just try and be a good boy.”
He felt Dean’s incredulous stare boring into his back. Not that he blamed him. He couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. The thing was, Castiel was right. Dean was pushing the alpha, pushing the boundaries for some reason Sam still couldn’t figure out. To get a reaction? A big one? He’d run away, and been met with a calm and collected alpha. So now he was pushing and prodding til he got what he needed – because apparently getting spanked twice a day for months on end wasn’t enough. Sam had no idea what that might be. He hoped Cas had a better idea.
--
Castiel was taking deep, slow breaths in the kitchen. Eyes closed, and body forcibly relaxed. Sam couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter, and Castiel turned to gaze at him, a question in his eye.
“I do the exact same thing when pissed me off.”
Castiel’s expression lightened. “He does enjoy pushing my buttons. And then he’s surprised every time I snap.” He heaved a sigh. “I knew he was upset this morning – I was too. And I did request two weeks off work. Unfortunately, today was an emergency. That has now been dealt with, and I expect no further interruptions.” Though Castiel’s voice remained calm, his face was scary. Sam decided then and there he never wanted to get on Castiel’s bad side. “I have now made it quite clear how I feel about that. And I have had my leave extended. Dean needs all my attention right now. And Dean is the most important thing in my life.” Castiel paused, brow drawn in thought, before he addressed Sam once me. “And Sam? I am very grateful for your presence. How was he today?”
Sam snorted. “Apparently he doesn’t cuddle.”
Sam was rewarded with Castiel’s burst of laughter. “You’re right. He definitely doesn’t cuddle. He stoically puts up with his alphas’ wrapping their arms around him.”
--
When Dean slunk into the kitchen 14 minutes and 57 seconds later, Castiel was able to calmly hand him a pillow and gesture towards the empty corner. Dean eyed him warily. His body, which had been puffed up, deflated. He’d come in looking for a fight, and Castiel had taken the wind right out of his sails.
Sam watched as the two stared at each other. He knew his feelings about their relationship were still complicated. But maybe the problem was him, not them? He kept coming back to a few facts: this was something they had both agreed on, Dean knew the consequences of pushing Cas but still did so, and they obviously adored each other. And Dean was the happiest he’d ever seen him.
And that was all important.
--
Dean was taking too long for Castiel’s liking. Cocking his head, he looked at his mate.
“Do you need some assistance?”
The response was an immediate, rapid head shake, although the painfully slow pace at which Dean made his way to the corner had even Sam rolling his eyes. Once Dean was on his knees, Castiel nodded.
“Silence until I call you out, sweetheart. Please think about why I’ve asked you to kneel there.”
Castiel proceeded to bustle around the kitchen. Dean had prepped everything during the day – rice, curry, and some salad dripping with dressing. It was Castiel’s turn to roll his eyes.
“I’m going to need to come up with a weekly menu plan. Something easy to feed my special little puppy. Let me know if there is anything you particularly like or dislike.”
Sam nodded but didn’t say anything. It was too fascinating watching Castiel. He seemed to be fully focused on his kitchen tasks, eyes not even straying to Dean, but he reacted every time Dean even sighed.
Finally, it was just the dishes heating in the oven.
Castiel sat down and called to Dean. “Want to come and tell me what that was about, sweetheart?”
Dean turned. “Cas… I…”
Castiel crooked a finger. “Over here, Dean.”
Dean picked up his pillow and came to Castiel. He dropped his pillow on the floor, beside Castiel, and went to kneel on it, before a light hand on his shoulder stopped him. Castiel widened his knees, leaving a Dean sized space before moving the pillow between his feet and gesturing.
“Ca-as!”
It was a whine. But Dean knew he’d already pushed his alpha further than was really sensible. Sighing, he dropped gracefully to his knees. Castiel caught his chin, turning Dean’s face so their eyes met.
“You need to keep looking at me, Dean.”
Puffing his cheeks, Dean nodded, but didn’t say anything. Castiel stroked his cheeks for a few seconds, before his hand dropped to Dean’s collar. Sam heard Dean’s breath catch, but Dean just continued staring at his alpha. Who after a few moments chose to be amused.
“You want me to start, hmmm? Ok. Let’s ignore this morning, and talk about this evening. You know this behaviour is not acceptable, Dean. You know you are to be at the door, on your knees when I return home. But this evening I returned home to an empty step. My first day out of the house and you weren’t there. I wonder why that is?” Dean’s face flushed, and he went to turn away, but Castiel had a finger hooked under Dean’s collar. “Right now you are looking at me, Dean.” Castiel waited until Dean had stopped shifting, then continued in his deep, steady voice. “So I had to think about why you would do that Dean. Why you want me to be angry. And would you like to know what I see, Dean?” Castiel gave Dean the opportunity to respond, but Dean just stared at his alpha. “What I see is a scared little puppy, trying to push me until I crack, maybe even kick him to the curb. Pushing me away on your terms, huh, Dean?”
Dean blushed but didn’t deny it. Sam wished he wasn’t in the room. Dean and emotions were like oil and water, and Sam was uncomfortable being round such an obviously discomforted Dean. But it would be too obvious to leave now… and part of Sam was completely fascinated. Dean talking about emotions! Ok, currently listening about them, but Dean and his feelings were definitely on the table.
As Castiel and Dean seemed to have forgotten him anyway, Sam turned his body, giving them the illusion of privacy.
“You ran away, and I went to collect you. Do you know why, Dean? Because we’re a family. Because I love you. Because this is your home. Because you are mine.” Castiel’s voice dropped, becoming darkly possessive, and even without looking, Sam knew Castiel’s fingers were pulling at Dean’s collar. “Always mine. So you can push me as much as you like Dean, but it won’t push me away. And it certainly won’t stop me loving you.”
Dean burst into tears. Sam’s body jerked. He wanted to leap up and grab his brother, wrapping him in his arms and telling him everything was ok. Anything to make him feel better, to stop the scent of distressed omega that filled the air. Luckily Castiel had a similar reaction. Before Sam had even turned, Dean was wrapped in Castiel’s arms, head burrowed into his shoulder, whole body shaking with powerful sobbing.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s ok. You’re home, I’m home, Sam’s home. It’s ok. You’re my gorgeous boy, and I love you sweetheart. Love you all the time.” Castiel didn’t stop murmuring words of love, his arms circling and supporting his sweet pet.
The two were totally wrapped up in each other. Sam took the opportunity to quietly sneak out of the room. Hopefully this would mark a turning point – one which would be kinder on Dean’s ass.
--
When Sam returned some time later, Dean was on Castiel’s lap. Castiel had already eaten, and was now hand feeding Dean chunks of curry and rice. It was revolting. Noting his own full plate, Sam hurried to his seat.
Dean was blissed out in front of his alpha, so Sam focused on his meal. At Castiel’s quiet throat clearing he looked up.
“Yes?”
“Thank you Sam.”
Sam looked confused. He felt confused.
“For what?”
“I know this can’t be easy.” Castiel paused and smiled. “I know this hasn’t been easy. You are young and liberal. I know how challenging it has been for you, seeing my pup brought to heel.” Castiel dropped a hand to Dean’s head. Dean leaned into the touch, nuzzling at his hand. “But it’s important to Dean, and to me, that you are here, and part of our home. You are Dean’s family, and so that makes you my family. So, thank you.”
Sam went back to eating with a light heart. Castiel was right. These few days had been tough. But right now? It felt like everything was perfect. Things could only get easier.
And if maybe Sam wasn’t as liberal as he always thought? That was ok too.
Chapter 7 | Chapter 9
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- attribute: happy ending,
- attribute: humour,
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- attribute: spn!au,
- character: castiel,
- character: dean winchester,
- character: gabriel,
- character: john winchester,
- character: sam winchester,
- fandom: supernatural,
- kink: alpha!cas,
- kink: alpha!sam,
- kink: assplay,
- kink: barebacking,
- kink: biting,
- kink: bondage,
- kink: bottom!dean,
- kink: choking,
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- kink: mild blood play,
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- kink: non sexual cuddling,
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