Prompt from @thesassywallflowerāāāā for @spnfanficpondāāāā Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.Ā
Chapter tags/warnings: this is where we get our explicit rating
Chapter WC: 3800 of sweet, sweet lovinā
Authorās notes: Itās been at least 10yrs since Iāve had anything approaching all-night sex, so this was particularly fun to write. This chapter is inspired by a post @brrose-apothecaryā shared with our Slack group re: vanilla sex. It is also dedicated to my most favorite past sex partner, who was the living, breathing embodiment of erotic cliches and without whom I would be sadly lacking in experience with multiple orgasms before ever even seeing his dick.
This is also fucking hilarious and apropos to this chapter. Deanās about to turn 44 in this timeline, but peepaw CAN fuck. @stusbunkerā
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Donna enters her bedroom whisper-quiet because sheās walking on a cloud. She doesnāt bother to close her door; Dean will do it.
āClaire loves her fuzzy socks,ā she says over her shoulder, setting a couple of water bottles on her nightstand and clicking her bedside table light to low.
Claire picked the socks Dean had chosen from the dollar store on her first try. She immediately pulled them and threatened bodily harm to anyone who tried to steal them. Dean looked so proud.
When Donna turns, she finds him hedging the foot of her bed, brushing his fingertips along the sapphire-blue chenille throw. His chin is dipped into his chest, and his brow is gently furrowed.
āYou sure about this, Donna?ā he asks quietly, to the point instead of small talking about white elephant gifts. He looks up at her, keeping his chin close to his chest.
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Prompt from @thesassywallflowerāāā for @spnfanficpondāāā Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.
Pairing/characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones
Chapter warnings/tags: finale-fix it, there was no rebar, fluff, domestic, mistletoe, Dean in a black merino wool sweater, pie
Chapter WC: 1850
Authorās notes: LAST CHAPTER BEFORE WE EARN OUR RATING!
This is multiple chapters written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section. Many thanks and love to my dear @brrose-apothecaryāāā and @stusbunkerāāāā.
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Donnaās pleased as punch with how the party turns out. She hasnāt had a gathering like this since she learned about vampires, and it feels good to have joyous energy back in her home.
In the kitchen, she starts to get a canister of coffee going with the buzz of people meeting and laughing together in the background. She senses a wave of melancholy creeping in, and her breath catches in her chest, and then she feels Dean.
āThis plantās burninā a damn hole in my pocket, D,ā he murmurs against her cheek from behind as he braces his big, strong, skillful hands on either side of her against the linoleum countertop.
āOh, yeah?ā Donna breathes, languishing in his presence as he settles flush along her body from shoulder blades to ass.
āMhmm. But I aināt gonna leave it layinā around for just any olā mook in a wool sweater to get his hands on ya.ā
Donna huffs a quiet laugh and whispers his name, dropping her chin to her chest.
' Yet ā when he looks at her, when he touches her, when he says her name ā Donnaās never felt more delicate and farther from harm. '
' āLike my Christmas present,ā he murmurs, twirling a wave of hair out of his way to run a single finger along one of her crystal straps then spreading two fingers on either side of her strap to graze her bare skin. āSoft,ā he whispers ducking in to kiss her jaw, her chin, and then her lips. '
They're both so stupidly smitten with each other, I almost can't take it
Prompt from @thesassywallflowerā for @spnfanficpondā Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.
Pairing/characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones
Chapter warnings/tags: finale-fix it, there was no rebar, fluff, domestic, mistletoe, Dean in a black merino wool sweater,Ā
Chapter WC: 2100
Authorās notes: This is multiple chapters written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section. Many thanks and love to my dearĀ @brrose-apothecaryā and @stusbunkerāā.Ā
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Donna and the girls are still dancing when Sam and Dean come in from the rapidly darkening and chilling outside. Sam makes a beeline for the kitchen with the box from the liquor store, and Dean crosses the living room to the tree with a couple of colorful, tissue-filled gift bags.
The girlsā impromptu dance party has Donna feeling warm and euphoric, but the weight of Deanās gaze and the way heās just out of her line of sight makes her skin feel hot and tight. Just when she thinks she should cut things short and get in the shower, Elvisā Santa Claus Is Back In Town fills the air.
Donna recalls a time when her ex-husband Doug was still attracted to her and told her his fantasy was for her to do a āsexy danceā to it for him. She never did it because she lacked confidence. But here, safe in her own home with some of the people she loves and trusts the most in this world, she smiles and pushes her hands up into her already messy hair. Donna sways and dips her hips to the heavy beat, and the girls sing along, pretending their thumbs are their microphones like theyāre rock stars.
āYou gonna see me cominā in a big black Cadillac, oh-whoa-whoa-whoa itās Christmastime, pretty baby!ā
Donna laughs and spins until she sees Dean watching her. His eyes are twinkling gold and evergreen, his heavy lips twist in a smirk, and his arms are folded across his chest. As she sways toward him, his gaze roams her face and drags downward. It makes her breath stick in her chest, and she gasps, but sheās still grinning.
' Dean reaches up and does that cliched brushing of a stray hair from her forehead. '
Ahem. Cliched Classic.
' She rests her hands against his chest, and he dips further with his eyes closed until he feels the warm, lush press of her lips against his. '
Just loving the fact that this whole 'set up' is a full on family affair. First just the gang gathering together for the holiday and then them all banding together to push these two to their proper marks to ensure the magic happens. Tell me found and chosen isn't the best š¤
PromptĀ from @thesassywallflower for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.
Pairing/characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones
Chapter warnings/tags: finale-fix it, there was no rebar, explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (canāt get much more domestic)
Chapter WC: 2200
Authorās notes: There will be multiple chapters written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section.
Many thanks and love to my dear friendsĀ @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunkerā I love you both like whoa. Text divider by @talesmaniac89.
āDude.ā Sam is beaming from the inside out. He might be overreacting, but he doesnāt think so.
āDude.ā Dean grips the steering wheel tightly.
Sam doesnāt notice at first that Dean looks like he might pass out. āDude, I always had a feeling she was interested in you, but monster auctions and apocalypses-ā
Dean doesnāt start the car right away. He sits staring into the mid-morning winter sun, white-knuckling the steering wheel until he drops his hands to the bench seat in frustration and booms, āDude, what?!ā
Samās taken aback. āWhat, what?ā
Dean blinks at his brother, his mouth agape. āSamā¦ā he pauses and scoffs lightly, shaking his head. āDonnaā¦ā
Dean pauses again, regripping the steering wheel with one hand as he squints into the shine of the sun again as it bounces off the bright, studded tire-packed snow of Donnaās side-street avenue.
He sighs and shoves the key into the ignition, shaking his head.
āDonna, what, Dean?ā Sam asks, daring his brother to actually speak in full sentences on the issue of why he thinks he shouldnāt have something normal. āAre you trying to tell me I didnāt walk in on you two ready to jump each otherās bones?ā
' Sam is beaming from the inside out. He might be overreacting, but he doesnāt think so. '
Nope. No such thing as overreacting. Not for this.
' āAre you trying to tell me I didnāt walk in on you two ready to jump each otherās bones?ā '
' āWhat about me?ā he asks. '
Atta boy, Sammy! It's low, but I like your style here. It's what's needed.
' Dean turns to find a helpful, kind-looking face and he grins in response. āWell, I sure hope soā¦ā he pauses, glancing down at her name tag. āDawn.ā '
!!
Don't know about you, but my mind says it is canon official that I am now the random Dollar Store chick helping to pick out goodies. I'm not at all mad about it.
Sam and Jody deserve extra warm fuzzies for their patient and gentle nudging. Plus Dean is officially on the mission now, and we know the man don't quick when motivated to complete a task š
Summary (request from @thesassywallflowerā for @spnfanficpondā Secret Santa): Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum
Warnings/tags: explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (canāt get much more domestic)
Chapter WC: 2000
Authorās notes: There will be multiple chapters to this ā at least three, and they will all be written in 3rd person POV, shifting perspective in each section.
Many thanks and love to my dear friend and the very best beta ever @brrose-apothecaryā. Ā Text divider by @talesmaniac89ā.
āThatās it,ā Donna exclaims, after wiping down her machete and carefully replacing it in its secure case in the bed of her truck. āYou twoāre cominā home with me.ā
Sheās hyper-aware that the Winchesters didnāt have the most conventional upbringing, but, dangit, how many more times will they break her heart with stories about never going to a Christmas party or experiencing the joy of opening gifts on Christmas morning?
āC- coming home with you?ā Dean wonders aloud as if heās testing the words in his mouth. As if she uttered the invitation in Old Norse.
āYes, Dean. To Stillwater.ā Donna turns to face the brothers who both eerily resemble that deer she missed by a hairās breadth on Highway 95 last week. āJody and the girlsāll be there, and allās you needāre the clothes on your backs. We can stop at the dollar store down the street for you two to pick up a couple white elephant gifts.ā
āDollar store?ā Dean asks, looking thoroughly bereft of understanding.
āDean, stop repeating everything that comes out of my mouth. And close yours while youāre at it; you look like a drowning guppy.ā
Donna rounds the side of her pickup to stride toward the driverās side door. The brothers shuffle after her like a couple of 10-year-olds whoād rather be playing Super Mario than endure whatever perceived Hell sheās invited them to.
' āDollar store?ā Dean asks, looking thoroughly bereft of understanding. '
We've only just begun and she's already broken him š¤
' āOh, and Dean? When you get back, you need to help me find that mistletoe.ā '
Well, I was gonna say Sam needs to step up the brother comfort because I am in no mood for Dean Winchester self criticism, but seems Donna is already on the job. God, I love that woman š
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Reader convinces Daryl to join her in a bubble bath.
A fic request via photo from @paigeeeloise. There's a little something in here for you too @ravenwings73 !
I missed a lot of things from the old world - coffee, tv, air conditioning - but I missed bubble baths the most.
That was how I spent my free nights in my tiny apartment, in my narrow bathtub, at least three times a week. Unscented was best to avoid irritants, but the more bubbles the better. At first I would scoop them up like a little kid, kick my legs up in the foam, and swat at the fattest clear orbs that formed on the surface. Sometimes I'd read a book (fiction relaxed me the most), sometimes I'd just close my eyes and soak until the water got cold.Ā
After civilization crumbled, I first bathed at a quarry, then a farmhouse, then not at all for a while, during the frigid winter months traveling from house to house. I was thankful for the showers at the prison. Then I was just thankful to be alive after we escaped.Ā
I knew it was trivial, but the first thing I did in our new house in Alexandria was look at the bathtub. It was magnificent. It was a huge, oval, tiled mini pool, the biggest, most luxurious tub I'd ever seen. I shed an actual tear, then I soaked in it for an hour. Daryl kept knocking on the door asking if I'd drowned.Ā
I didn't need bubbles to revel in watery heaven. We all had to conserve water so I used it sparingly, but Lord how I loved that tub. Daryl always washed up quickly in the standing-only shower downstairs so I never had to worry about motor oil residue or walker guts soiling my happy place.Ā
One day the group came back from a run with a truck full of provisions and Daryl said he had a surprise for me. He carried a case of bubble bath solution off the truck. I squealed and jumped in the street in the safe zone like a lunatic.
That night I cranked the generator, filled the tub to the brim, and poured in half the bottle of bubbles. I made the most obscene noises as I sank into the water. Daryl knocked and poked his head in the door.
"Ya ok in here?" He asked, then raised his eyebrows and smirked at the sight of me.
I didn't answer. I just smiled. Then I got an idea.
"Darrryyyyyl? Honeyyyyyy?" I cooed sweetly.
He didn't know what to make of my new tone. "Why ya talking like that?" He asked.Ā
"Psst, c'mere," I motioned. He came over and sat on the wide outer edge of the tub. "Guess what?" I snickered.Ā
"What?" He asked, confused but playing along.
"I'm naked in here!" I said, then covered my mouth in mock shame and surprise.Ā
He blushed and smirked.Ā
"Wanna come in and see?" I asked and reached up to squeeze his thigh.
"Good Lord, what's gotten into you?" He smiled bigger, a proper smile.Ā
"Hopefully you, if you join me!" I teased. Honestly, I didn't know what the hell I was doing either, but I was happier than I'd been in years. "Please?" I batted my eyelashes.
"Never taken a damn bubble bath before," he sighed as he took off his vest. "I do crazy shit for you, girl."
"You like it!" I said and stuck my tongue out.
Daryl actually laughed. A proper laugh!Ā
That, my friends, is the power of the bubbles.
Despite how many years we'd been together, how many times we'd made love, how many times I'd seen him naked, Daryl was still shy. I loved that about him. I watched him appreciatively as he ditched the rest of his clothes, hesitating at his boxers.Ā
"Woo-hoo, take 'em off!" I whistled from beyond the bubbles.
Daryl turned around to face me with a new expression, a cheeky look I'd never seen from him before. He stared me down, licked his lips, and confidently pushed the thin plaid cotton to the floor. The beginning of an erection greeted me, and I stared at my beautiful man as he stepped into the suds.
"I think I'm gonna like these bubbles," he said in a low, sexy voice.
I bit my lip as he sat in front of me, making waves in the lather. The tub was more than big enough for the two of us. We teased and tickled each other below the frothy surface with sneaky fingers. I even brushed my toes against his unsuspecting center.
He gasped, chuckled, then lunged at me, sending soapy splashes onto the floor.Ā
"Yer gonna get it now, darlin!" He warned as his lips attacked mine.Ā
I laughed against his kiss and sank down a bit as I lost my grip, my hairline dipping into the water, my legs slipping and kicking. Daryl grabbed one leg and I lifted the other up to the side of the tub.Ā
I patted a handful of bubbles on top of Daryl's head and burst into hysterics. My rough, strong, grumpy, redneck archer with iridescent blobs atop his shaggy dark hair! The sight of it!
Daryl joined in and scooped up a swath, then dabbed my nose. His hand slipped on the tub floor in the craziness and the entire left side of his body splashed into the water. Half of his long hair dripped as he leaned back up. I managed to stop laughing and pulled him close.
"Come here, mister slip n slide," I said as he settled between my widened legs.
Daryl sighed happily and cupped my bottom. I could feel how hard he had grown during our playtime. He lifted me easily, weightless and buoyant, and rubbed against me, turning my giggles to moans.
"Never done it in water before either," he said between light kisses. "Never had this much fun before," he said, turning serious and looking into my eyes. "Never loved anyone or anything like you.
I shook my head, overwhelmed with emotion now. "Me either. I've never been this happy with anyone, Daryl. Only you."
He pressed his tip into me and pulled my lower half higher to meet his angled hips. "Love ya, Y/N," he whispered as he sank into me.
"Love you, Daryl," I whispered back and gripped his shoulders.Ā
The water swayed with us and lapped at our chests as Daryl languidly thrusted into me. His mouth demanded more of me and my tongue met his every swirl. When it became uncomfortable to keep our backs curved, Daryl sat back in the center and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him amidst the thinning foam and bounced harder. He swiped the suds from my breasts and licked them clean, making me cry out when he pinched my nipples between his lips. A pool of water splashed onto the floor as I rode him harder. We stayed oblivious to the flooding as Daryl's fingers massaged my clit. I cried out as my walls locked around him. At my last gasp, Daryl pushed me upwards off of him as he grunted and came in the water. I held him tightly to my chest as we wound down and resumed breathing.Ā
"Crazy girl," Daryl mumbled contently. I pulled his face upwards for a crazy happy kiss.
We looked around at the half empty tub and possible water damage outside of it.Ā
Daryl gently wiped at the thin film of bubble solution on my skin and asked, "How do we get this off?"
"I'll rinse you down," I said as I pulled the plug.
Daryl admired my nakedness as I got out to get some towels from the cabinet. We took turns wiping each other down with wash cloth soaked in clear water, then wrapped ourselves in big fluffy towels. After we mopped up the mess on the floor, we got into bed naked, damp, and relaxed. We rested our heads on the same pillow, not ready to close our eyes to the sight of each other yet.
"I've never felt so dirty after a bath," I joked.
Daryl caressed my cheek with his finger and smiled. "I've never felt cleaner than I do with you."
Our lips met in need, and soon we needed another wash.
Thank you all for reading! I'm here all night, remember tip your waittress and like, comment, and reblog! *ba dum bum* š„
Tag list: @littlegodzilla @darylsgarden @minervadashwood @livingdeadblondequeen @lonewolf471
Characters: William Butcher x unnamed female x Soldier Boy
Tags/warnings: explicit, mfm threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, slapping, name calling, sex with murderous misogynists
Words: 1700
Author's notes: this is part one. I'll be posting as I edit. Right now, it's about 6k total, could end up being longer.
Gonzo journalism is an energetic first-person participatory writing style of journalism that is written without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story using the first-person narrative, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire. The word gonzo is believed to have been first used in 1970 to describe an article about the Kentucky Derby by Hunter S. Thompson, who popularized the style.
Written for @glassjacket and @brrose-apothecary
Thanks for the read-through and green light, Bri. <3
Three days ago, I received a tip that former British special forces member, CIA agent, and now, vigilante, William Butcher, traveled to Russia to obtain a secret weapon to take down the megalomaniac superhero Homelander. Within an hour, I was on a plane to JFK. Just as the A320 touched the ground, an explosion rocked Midtown, killing 19 people. My source wasted no time looping me in with video footage of the cause of the explosion.
...and I didnāt believe my eyes.
āHoly-ā I breathed, weaving through the other passengers to quicken my steps toward ground transportation. I ordered an Uber then watched the footage on a loop until it arrived. As my driver pulled up, I received a text message from my source.
āWeaponās not so much a what but a who, love.ā
āSo I see.ā
āYou here?ā
āOn my way to ground zero, got anything else for me?ā
āWill have after tonight.ā
āWhatās tonight?ā
āIāll let you know when I do.ā
He kept his word ā called me mere moments after Americaās first hero incinerated the woman he claimed to have once loved in a flash of radioactivity.
Now, these two hypermasculine assholes are half in the bag and toe-to-toe in the middle of a cheap ass motel room, arguing about who can make me come faster/harder/longer. How I got into this particular situation is simple; waiting for intel in a non-air-conditioned room, got bored, hair up, whiskey, poker, sweat, partial nudity.
Whatāre you gonna do?
āShow me, then, you limey fuck. Sheās right there.ā Ben motions to me before pausing his challenge to an x-rated duel long enough to drag his hot gaze across my damp, salty skin and down over my semi-clothed form. āOr do you need me to show you what a real man can do.ā
Each of their gazes are dark in their own way. Butcherās is nothing but devilish chaos backed by a dramatic, velvet curtain hiding the truth, and Benās is full of secrets, barely repressed rage, and hunger.
āShe already knows Iām good fer it. Donātcha, love?ā Butcher smirks.
I draw a deep breath then casually shrug my shoulders. I happen to know from experience that Butcher is very good for it and judging by the non-V-generated power rolling off the superhero, I could be making this much harder on myself than I need to.
That said, I have an unfortunate weakness for big, shit-talking, beautiful men. Itās even better when theyāre absolute pricks and no danger of taking them home to mama.Ā Ā
Butcher looks slightly crestfallen until I toss him a mock-pout and a wink. This is always what we do, anyway. We stay on the outside and keep our distance. Come to think of it, I probably have an equally dramatic curtain behind my own eyes. I suppose I should examine that sometime. After the mind-blowing fuck session Iām about to have.
Ben chuckles as he turns to saunter toward me. āWe can take turns, give her a little score card,ā he says, coming to a stop in front of me.
Iām sitting on the foot of the bed, leaning back on my elbows, legs crossed like Iām fucking demure. Ben smirks down at me with hard, dark eyes as he slides a hand between his legs to cup himself over the stiff material of his suit pants.
āYou look a little mean,ā I tell him, and his smirk spreads to a grin that doesnāt meet his eyes.
āYou like that.ā He licks his teeth before pulling his bottom lip between them. āWet as a whore on payday sittinā in this filthy motel room with me and him, huh.ā
Butcher appears behind him, looming, his thin, damp beater clings to his skin in a pleasing way.
I suppose I should be concerned for my well-being, but mostly, Iām wet just like Ben said. So I let myself go until Iām on my back, uncross my legs and drop my bare feet to either side of his boots.
When Butcher moves from beyond him, Ben extends an arm to halt him. āRules,ā he grunts. āIām in charge. Anything goes unless someone safewords. Crimson is the word.ā
Butcher chuckles at that. āWeāre not looking to be deep-fried in here if that name sets you off.ā
āFuck you. Get her panties off.ā Ben crosses the room, removing his undershirt and boots.
Butcher kneels at my feet and lifts them to the mattress, so I follow his lead and cant my hips to give him access to my underwear. He looks up at me. āYāsure ābout this?ā he asks warily, as he drags the ruined cotton over my hips and knees, and I nod.
Butcher can actually be thoughtful on occasion.
āSafeword. Did you not hear that part?ā Ben struts back to the bed, stroking his already hard cock.
āJesus,ā I breathe, and the fucker smirks again.
Soldier Boy, for all his terribly deep and disturbing flaws, is easily the most gorgeous man I have ever seen naked. My mouth waters at the sight of his thick, heavy-looking cock, slipping through his meaty hand.
āUSDA prime, sugar, and you got the best seat in the house.ā He nudges Butcher out of the way much more gently than I would have expected. āSo sit up and open your fucken mouth.ā
Butcher peels his shirt off and shucks his pants to the floor before moving onto the bed as I obey Benās uncompromising order. āShe does like suckinā cock, mouth like a fucken whirlpool.ā Butcher settles behind me and brushes his lips across my exposed neck.
I swallow the drool in my mouth and reach for the beautiful bounty in front of me, and Ben shakes his head.
āGet her arms,ā he tells Butcher, holding my eyes with his.
Butcher obliges, looping one forearm through my elbows behind my back and pressing me forward as his free hand works its way between my legs. āSo wet already, love.ā
āYou know how long itās been since Iāve had access to a warm, wet mouth?ā Benās brow is furrowed, and his eyes lose their sharp focus as he slides his fingers into the twisted mess of a bun at the back of my head, angling my face the way he wants it. āAnd this mouth.ā
He grips my chin with his other hand, and I let my jaw drop open. āThis fucking mouth,ā he mutters.
I close my eyes as his hot, salty cock slides over my tongue. He slides his hand from my chin to the other side of my head to mirror his other, holding me in place as he sets a rhythm.
āGood?ā Butcher whispers, and I hum an affirmation. Heās sliding one long, thick finger around my clit so gently and thoroughly that Iām right at the edge of falling.
āRelax,ā Ben grunts, swiping his thumbs over my hollowed cheeks. āI donāt need you chokinā out so soon.ā
Itās hard to relax when Iāve got the fat cock of a superhero bumping against my uvula, and the thick knuckles of a thug slipping around my cunt. Iām hot and overstimulated and Iām about to come undone.
āāMember that night in Chelsea? At your sisterās flat?ā Butcher murmurs in my ear, sliding his slippery hand up under my tank top as he looks up at Ben. āLetās get āer on āer back, mate.ā
āMakinā it easy on her,ā Ben scoffs as he pulls out of my mouth to spin and drag me to the side of the bed. He dips in for a punishing kiss with teeth and tongue before pushing me down to hang my head over the side of the bed. āShe doesnāt get to come ātil I do, and neither do you.ā
Butcher nods with that edged grin as he slowly works his way between my thighs. āWell, aināt that shite, sweetheart?ā He settles his bare chest to the bed and shoves my legs open wide. āWe got us a multiple-orgasmer āere, wif little to no self-control.ā
Ben chuckles as he straddles my face and reaches to tear my top in half.
āFucker,ā I swear at Butcher.
āWell, you better get some control quick ācause I donāt like to be disappointed.ā He grips one of my breasts tight and mouths at the other, mumbling orders around my flesh. āPut me back in your mouth.ā
I relax my throat and take a deep breath as I wrap one hand around his hard cock. My heart pounds in my chest and I moan, tasting him again. Heās so heavy and smooth. Did he get waxed between international imprisonment and mass murder?
Whatever.
He doesnāt waste a second working his way down my open throat. Butcherās doing that thing he does with his tongue that makes me come every time within seconds. It takes me three deep inhales through my nose and concentrating on the feel of Benās dick snaking my esophagus to realize that Butcher, a classic switch, wants to see how a man like Soldier Boy handles being defied.
Butcher also knows that I love being punished.
So I let go. I throw my arms wide and arch into Benās teeth and rough fingers on my nipples. I grind into Butcherās face and feel his chuckle rumbling in my core.
Butcher grips my hips and bears down.
āYou son of a bitch...ā Ben breathes a lush sneer, his breath over my wet flesh making me shiver as his fucking into my throat makes me gag. āYou want her to come, donātcha? Want the slut to get what she deserves?ā
I cup Benās balls and push my face up into his groin, making him rasp and pin both my wrists to the bed. He takes one nipple between his plump lips again and tongues the tip as he slows his drive into my mouth and swirls his tongue around that nipple then the other.
āHmm, changed my mind,ā he says thoughtfully as he stands and pulls out of my mouth. āLetās make her come. Over and over. Make her come ātil sheās fucken unconscious.ā
His grin is dark and cruel as he strokes himself with one hand and reaches for my already sensitive breasts with the other.
Butcher lifts his face from between my legs, his beard shiny with my slick, and grins wide as he hooks two fingers up inside me and drops a heavy hand over my mound. āSounds like a deal, mate.ā
' āUSDA prime, sugar, and you got the best seat in the house.ā '
' āShe doesnāt get to come ātil I do, and neither do you.ā '
So, admittedly, perhaps not the wisest choice to read before having to go into work because I am now feeling all the things, but worth it. Need to get my stamina for smut reading back up and you, Lady, will simply never disappoint.
Sam x Reader - canon-adjacent au (theyāre still hunters, but theyāre happy) told in 500 word chapters
Combining requests from @dawnie1988ā and @idreamofplaidā for 12 Days of Supernatural Ficmas
Song: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 - this is the last one so you get 1k words
You woke up slowly the next morning, luxuriating in the cozy warmth of your bed and your boyfriendās arms.
No ā your fiance.
You checked your hand where the flash of fire opal assured you it wasnāt a dream. You turned to greet Sam with a kiss. He was already awake, just watching you, adoration in his eyes when they met yours. He looked excited, eager, like - well, like a kid on Christmas morning.
āHello, my love,ā he murmured. āMerry Christmas.ā
āMerry Christmas.ā You hummed and pressed against him as he pulled you in closer.
Sam x Reader - canon-adjacent au (theyāre still hunters, but theyāre happy) told in 500 word chapters
Combining requests from @dawnie1988ā and @idreamofplaidā for 12 Days of Supernatural Ficmas
Song: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Christmas Eve took forever to arrive and snuck up on you all at once. You had so much to do, and so little time! You felt as if every one thing crossed off on your list turned into two things farther down.Ā
The day had been a blur of shopping and cooking and cleaning and wrapping. You checked and rechecked your lists, making sure you hadnāt missed a single person, a single detail. Finally, it was all done. The shops were closed, the last delivery made. You werenāt ever sure that you had done enough, but it would have to suffice.Ā
Sam had put a lentil stew in the crockpot earlier, simple, but tasty and filling. He brought you dinner as you sat in a flurry of paper and ribbons. Your Christmas playlist on the TV provided a soundtrack to eating and laughing and taping and curling ribbon together.Ā
Sam x Reader - canon-adjacent au (theyāre still hunters, but theyāre happy) told in 500 word chapters
Combining requests from @dawnie1988ā and @idreamofplaidā for 12 Days of Supernatural Ficmas
Song: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Christmas Eve had been busy, full of last minute shopping and wrapping, preparations for the next day. It was your first time hosting Samās family, and you were a bundle of nervous energy. You knew they loved you, accepted you like one of their own, but you still wanted to impress.
Most of all, you wanted to give him a Christmas to remember.Ā
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Sam x Reader - canon-adjacent au (theyāre still hunters, but theyāre happy) told in 500 word chaptersĀ
Combining requests from @dawnie1988ā and @idreamofplaidā for 12 Days of Supernatural Ficmas
Song: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
Sam handed you a mug of cocoa as he settled next to you on the couch. You cuddled up next to him, and he draped an arm around your shoulders to pull you close.Ā
The two of you said in comfortable silence, just looking at your Christmas tree. Your first Christmas tree, the first time you were celebrating together in your own home. It needed to settle more before you could decorate it, but you had draped a string of lights around it loosely.Ā
The glow of tiny white bulbs lit the room with a soft radiance.
... I'm here! Here and like, reading something!! I'm only like, a year and a half late to this but, we can totally ignore that bit. So, yeah. Hi...
Discovered in about 3 sentences that I totally have no control of my reading emotions anymore. Just a fluffy pile of uncontrollable giggles and smiles and squealing. Sam is too cute! Look at how proud he is of picking out a good tree... that she finally accepted š¤ And for picking out her š
I've become a horrible tumblr mutual over the last few months, but it is a sincere hope that that is something that'll get some working on in the new year. Happy Holidays one and all, for whatever you do or don't celebrate. May the day bring you smiles regardless š
Please assume that all works are 18+ unless otherwise noted and please heed all warnings.
Supernatural Fanfiction - 18+
Crossover Fanfiction - 18+
The Boys Fanfiction - 18+
Real Person Fiction - 18+
Summer 2019 Flashfic Follower Festival Masterlist - 18+
*graphic by @tumbler-tidbitsā
Like Liquor - Lucifer Morningstar (3rd person POV) x OFC x Mazikeen, OFC x Maze - 18+ ONLY
Summary: Brooke is fairly new to the Lux crowd, but she believes Maze and Lucifer about being from Hell. They quickly become friends - and then much more.
Warnings: f/f/m threesome, Lucifer is the devil but heās also delightfully British and really nice to look at, cunnilingus, Maze is my wife aggressive and sexy and kind of scary but also beautiful and wonderful andā¦ Iām gushing arenāt I?, speaking of gushing - female ejaculation/squirting, Brooke is gorgeous and funny and, self-described, plus-sized black girl, pegging and handjob
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Whatās your favorite album this year? (Lolllllll I know this wonāt be easy for you, but Iām so curious!)
Indeed you know me too well because it's not easy at all! *insert whiny voice and pouty dance here*
So obviously it comes down to Folklore and Evermore, ob-vi-ous-ly. But it's so hard to choose one over the other because the girl was right, Evermore is Folklore's sister album in the truest sense and really does play so much like just the B-side of Folklore. My knee jerk reaction is to say Folklore, mainly I think because I've just had more time with it. But I feel like the actual storytelling on Evermore has a certain maturity to it that makes it feel stronger, particularly with the broken marriage trilogy of Tolerate It, Ivy and Happiness. It's just full of so many lyrics that gut punch me in such a deep way and I have shed quite a few tears over it already.
