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spn | wincest | explicit | 3,000 words
𖤘 Sam shits himself during sex. that's the entire fic. to be clear. that and some post-nut clarity
⚠︎ "lady doth protest too much" + "I regret everything I've ever done" style dubcon
The room tilts around Sam. He's doing the worst, most shameful thing he can imagine and he's doing it in front of Dean. On Dean.
But Dean hasn't shied away, hasn't even flinched. Is still hard and still touching him, pupils blown as he looks at the mess between Sam's legs.
ᝰ.ᐟa while back, @drowninginredink informed me that this fandom is well below the scatfic quota so I'm doing my part. if it drives away some of my followers more's the better
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a/n: I wrote this tonight because I don’t know. I got sucked into Beth/Rio courtesy of @adecila and suddenly just ‘saw’ Jonerys and you know how that goes-- when the muse wants to write, you let her or else she will never return. Also, let’s be real, it’s also @nlights37 fault because she encourages me and because she truly understands it when suddenly a scene pops in your head and YOU JUST HAVE TO WRITE UNTIL YOU HAVE 5500 WORDS OF SMUT. The end. Enjoy.
At his neck, peeking out from under the loosely unbuttoned collar of his shirt, she saw the wolf snarling at her, red eyes shining like rubies against his pale skin. And his eyes, meeting hers in the mirror. Gray as storm clouds rolling in, but now black as the ink that traced along his skin.
She finished what she was doing and turned.
He stepped towards her, not making a sound.
She stepped to him, her heels echoing in the stone, cold space. She reached around him; he was warm, emitting heat from his gaze, unblinking. His plump, pink lips pulled into a smirk, his teeth a flash of white on his dark beard, but he said nothing. Neither of them had to say a thing.
if u write Thor n carol n val I will literally marry u
for @peachyteabuck
The air is heavy with smoke and haze, the faint yellowed lights dim overhead. Casting long shadows across the room as the walls hum and rattle with a distant bass that echoes faintly underneath the door on the far wall.
They’re on the thirteenth floor of the Avengers compound, in the early morning hours of a legendary Tony Stark blowout. A relic of the past, mostly, an attempt at recreating the wilder days of the group’s earlier years, and the night had mostly petered out early. In the expansive, modern living room that spans most of the floor, bodies are draped across various surfaces, down more from sleepiness and adult exhaustion than intoxication. A few people are standing in the kitchen area, passing around drinks and smokes, laughing amongst themselves with loose, easy smiles.
In the bedroom at the end of the hall, the door is shut and locked. Blocking the soft, breathless moans from the other side from the rest of the world.
Carol is laid back at the head of a king sized bed, her head tipped back against the pillow, her hair spread out on the silk as she swallows heavily and a quiet moan gets tangled up in her throat.
One arm is thrown up over her head, gripping the slats of the headboard as her hips rock against the mattress, and the other is between her legs. Buried to the root in the thick head of hair down there, knotting harshly in the dark blond shock at the back of Thor’s head. Pulling him closer as she tilts her hips against his the fever hot press of his mouth and stutters out a broken whimper as he opens his mouth over the mess of her sex.
Thor is out of his mind. Delirious almost, heavy-lidded in the low light with a flush rising up his throat and onto his cheeks as he tastes into Carol with soft lips and stroking tongue. Groaning against the glistening soft of her cunt, rolling his face against the earthy scent of crushed rose petals and the air after a rainstorm he finds there. Eating her out with delicate care, reverent in the gentle suck of his mouth on the crest of her sex. Opening his mouth over her when she gasps into the heated air and presses herself against his face.
Thor wraps his hands around the meat of her thighs and pulls her close, breathing through his nose as his eyes fall shut. Overwhelmed by the scent and taste of her on his tongue.
There’s movement behind him, the soft sound of skin on skin, and then he lurches against her, on a wrenching gasp, turning his face to press his nose against the crease of her thigh.
Carol tries to tug him back on a groan, gripping in his hair, but he resists. Pressing his forehead into her thigh, panting open-mouthed as his eyes squeeze tightly shut.
“Fff - fu -” he breathes, voice tangling up in his throat as Valkyrie soothes a hand over his lower back and presses a soft kiss to the base of his spine. “Val,” he murmurs, voice gone ragged.
“Get back to it,” she chastises gently, a light edge to her voice. A playful warning that he groans and goes immediately to obey. Allowing Carol to drag him back to her soaking sex and lapping at her with the soft, broad flat of his tongue.
Val hmms appreciatively, squeezing the meat of his ass in the palm of her hand before bending down.
The first stroke of her tongue over his hole rips a groan from deep in his chest, his spine going taut like a drawn bow.
Carol’s other hand comes down and pets at his cheeks, touching the heated skin under his beard. Running the tips of her fingers over the creases around his eyes, where’s he’s squeezed them shut, painfully tight, even as he kisses the slick folds of her cunt and sucks them gently between his lips. Curling her hand around the hot shell of his ear, rubbing her thumb over the crest of his cheekbone.
Val continues to soothe him with gentle, stroking rubs of her flat palms over the skin of his back and thighs as she draws strings of hushed curses from his lips at the press of her mouth and tongue at his core. Pulling back to press a kiss and a murmured praise against the base of his spine before returning and making him lurch again at the hot press of her mouth to his overheated skin.
Carol tilts her hips against Thor’s face again, anchoring him to her with her hand in his hair. Sweat starting to gather at her temple as her eyes fall closed and she starts to chase her pleasure. Feeling it start to gather low in her belly like a blooming flower, an unfurling rose. Her lips part on a quiet breath as she holds Thor against her and starts to rock her hips against him. Using him as the quiet promise of release starts to thicken in her blood.
Val reaches down and takes Thor in hand, finding him aching hard and leaking, his cock all fattened up and pressed up against his belly. Defying gravity with the hard thrum of his need.
Thor curses once more, panting open-mouthed against Carol’s cunt as Val starts to pump his cock in her palm. A firm grip and steady rhythm that’s laden with purpose.
Thor starts to shake, the rigid line of his spine locked up, and his hips rock into Val’s fist on a quiet, helpless sound.
Val makes a disapproving sound, a quiet little tch that’s accompanied by a bite in the meat of his ass. “Thor,” she murmurs lowly, biting him again and pulling another soft groan from him. “She cums first.”
Thor nods, his eyes still pinched shut, and he re-grips his hands around Carol’s thighs as he rubs his nose against the crest of her sex and starts to suck on her with hot little pulses of his mouth.
“Y-yeah,” Carol breathes, fingers knotting deeper in his hair. “That’s - ”
She crests the peak of her pleasure riding his face, her hips working, grinding her cunt against his face. Soaking his beard and making him breathless as she keeps him close and rides out waves of syrupy pleasure, her back arching off the bed as trembles start to trickle down her limbs.
She lays back after, her arms and legs collapsing to the mattress as her chest heaves on hot, deep breaths. She blinks her eyes open and cups his cheek in her hand, scratching her fingernails through the thick scratch of his beard, holding his eyes as he presses kisses to the soft skin of her thigh, nosing gently against her pulsing sex and pressing an indulgent, soft kiss there.
Val makes a sound of warm approval and twists her wrist, tightening her grip around his aching cock and working it with a punishing squeeze. She opens her mouth over him again, nipping at the skin of his cheek before pressing her tongue hard against his hole. Breaching his entrance with her tongue, making him hiss a hot curse against Carol’s thigh as his hips start to move on their own. Bunching and rocking, moving back and forth desperately between her hand and her mouth.
Thor keeps his eyes on Carol, his cheeks blazing as soft, desperate sounds start to spill from his lips. She holds his gaze, nodding to him as she comes down from her own high.
He cums on a pained groan, turning his head to sink his teeth into Carol’s thigh, body going rigid and electric as Val milks a hot, thick load from his cock. Spilling him all over the bedding and working him through the peak of it, his whole body locking up and starting to shake.
Thor loses himself for a while, floating and out of his mind. Hazy and numb with pleasure as he lets himself be re-arranged by Val’s hands. Letting himself go boneless on the bed as he comes back to himself slowly, in no hurry at all. Reveling in the warmth and weight of all of them together.
He stirs at the feeling of a small hand on his, his eyes blinking open in the dim light. His lips falling open at the sight of Carol pressed up against Val. Gently palming the weight of Val’s breast in her hand as they nudge their noses together and trade deep, lingering kisses back and forth in the hazy air.
The hand on his belongs to Carol, he realizes, and he lets her guide him. Tugging him closer to them until he’s on his side and pressed up against both of them, allowing himself to lean low and press his nose against Val’s temple, indulgently. Allowing himself this because he knows she won’t stop him. Pressing a kiss to the swell of her cheek as Carol brings his hand between Val’s thighs.
He stutters out a quiet moan at the the plump slick of her cunt under his fingertips and finds her entrance without pause, bringing two of his fingers together and pressing them into the hot, wet clutch of her sex. Making her curse hotly against Carol’s mouth and roll her hips against his hand. Greedy for the stretch and press of the thick of his fingers.
They move like that, the three of them together. A shifting mass of open-mouthed kisses and skin on skin and shared breaths as they bring Val apart with hands and mouth until she’s shuddering and cursing with fevered delight, a throaty chuckle bubbling up in her throat as she arches against Thor, her hand gripping tight around the meat of Carol’s waist as she cums and cums, throwing her head back and giving herself over to the feeling as it ripples through her body.
They lay together, after. Sweat-slick skin cooling against each other. Moving slowly and indulgently as they trade petting hands and soft kisses in the dark evening light.
Thor keeps them there with a broad arm thrown over them both, even when Val groans and shoves at him goodnaturedly, rubbing his nose against the line of her jaw, petting his palm against the skin of Carol’s ribs. Feeling his heart beat hard behind his ribs at the feeling of them in his arms and letting his mind drift on the soft current of afterglow that is thickening up in his bloodstream.
“You’re heavy,” Val grunts, pushing him again with no real intent, and Thor hums agreeably. Letting his eyes drift closed as he gives himself over to the comfort he finds in the presence of them. In the press of their warm, smooth skin against his and the lazy, contented beat of their hearts against the skin of his arm over their waists.
Outside the room, out in the kitchen, the party has died down. The last of the patrons retiring to rooms or crashing on the couch, empties lined up on every hard ledge.
Inside the room, Thor sighs lowly, and lets his leg drift over theirs, tangling between Val’s and Carol’s.
They drift, the three of them. In and out of consciousness in the warmth and comfort and safety of each other.
