The demon lays dead in a heap behind Cas but Cas isn’t happy. If anything, he’s angrier now that the threat is gone.
“You’re using again,” Cas bites out, slamming Sam against the motel wall. “How could you, Sam? After everything, you throw it all away?”
“Get off me!” Sam struggles and, while stronger with demon blood coursing through his veins, he’s a pinned butterfly next to an Angel of the Lord. He’s helpless. Hopeless. At Cas’s mercy, ready to be weighed, measured, and found wanting. “I said get off! I think you damaged the wall!”
“Fuck the wall.” Cas grinds against Sam, eyes blazing. “You’re using. You could have drank from me and you chose a demon instead. Why?”
Sam gasps, clawing at Cas. “It… I can’t. It’s too -“
“Intimate?” Cas hisses in Sam’s ear. He doesn’t stop moving his hips. It’s not gentle or sweet. It’s filthy and not at all holy. His movements are fury and hurt and Sam’s pretty sure the goal is to make Sam hurt too. “You don’t like it?”
“No, Cas,” Fighting back is impossible because lust stirs deep inside and not just for blood, blood, blood. “I love it. I love it too much. I can’t drink from you when you don’t know what it does to me.”
“That is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard,” Cas replies, fucking against Sam even harder in tight figure eights. It would be better without clothes but Sam’s not about to say it. “You thought I didn’t know? Thought I didn’t see right through you? I’m an angel, Sam. I felt it then. I feel it now. Don’t you feel me?”
“Yes, yes, I feel you. I feel everything,” Sam gasps and comes right there, right in his damn jeans.
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A Tea-riffic Day
Written for @biggobingobango
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15838482
Square(s) Filled: gay hipster emotions
Fandom(s): Young Justice (cartoon)
Ship: Dick Grayson/Kaldur’ahm
Rating: G
Major Tags: Canon Compliant, Coffee Shops, Hipsters, Getting Together, Undercover, Fluff, Humor
Summary:
Dick’s undercover in some hipster coffee shop and Tim’s starting to get
worried. Nothing good can come from this because Dick’s the kind of guy
that might unironically start liking hipster things. That’s the last
thing they need. Good thing Kaldur’s ready to intervene. Or at least
check it out.Word Count: 1130
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“Hey, Kaldur, hi.” Tim sat down
on the coffee table in front of Kaldur and gave him a wide fake
smile. It put Kaldur on edge.“Robin-”
“Tim” Tim interrupted. “Tim’s
fine. I think we’re beyond formalities like that.”Kaldur eyed Tim suspiciously. “I
suppose.” The two sat awkwardly staring at each other until Kaldur
broke the silence with a sigh. “What is it you need, Tim?”“Oh! Right!” Tim shifted
nervously. “I need a favour.”Kaldur raised an eyebrow.
“Well, ok, Dick needs a favour.”
Kaldur’s other eyebrow raised to
match the first one.“He needs an intervention.”
“And you think I’m the one that
needs to give him this intervention?” Kaldur asked skeptically.“Well you are his…” Tim made a
face and shrugged. “I actually have no idea what you two call it.
But the point is he went undercover and he’s in too deep. Someone
needs to snap him out before it’s too late. I’d try but B has
forebode me to intervene and yah I don’t want to be benched until
I’m 30.”“That does sound concerning.”
Kaldur frowned. “What do you need me to do?”“Well, what do you know about
hipsters?”
Kylo and the Porg
@soyeahso asked if I would ever do a bodyswitching story and I said yes but it would probably be stupid, then @flypaper-brain and @kuresoto said they wanted it anyway, so really you have to blame them. I’m actually going to do two. This is the first one; the second one will be smutty and will not involve a porg, thank goodness.
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Since his defection, the former Supreme Leader has been doing his best to make himself useful to the Resistance. He’s already told them everything he can about the future plans of the First Order, he’s been training with Poe and Finn and working with some of the former stormtroopers who had defected as well, and most importantly he’s been doing his best to stay in the good graces of the Last Jedi.
It turns out that, although he’s physically strong and very strategic when it comes to fighting with a lightsaber or flying a starfighter, when it comes to women (Rey. When it comes to Rey.) he’s not very brave. He can’t even bring himself to try to hold her hand, let alone kiss her, so instead he does everything in his power to be useful to her. This involves mostly two things: One, helping her decipher the ancient Jedi texts, and Two, changing the bedding of her pet porg, Porg.
Wincestiel + Rockstar and Groupie AU
“Holy shit!” Dean slaps Sam’s arm. Hard.
“Ow!” Sam grouses, glaring at Dean. “What was that for?”
“You suck at this.”
Dean turns Sam so he’s facing the front of the bar and then he sees him – Cas. Castiel. Their favorite singer. “Oh my god. He’s actually here!”
Cas’s eyes flicker and he tilts his head, looking right at Sam. He smiles. Well, it’s more of a smirk, which looks delicious on his glossy lips. His bodyguard gives an irritated full body sigh when Cas begins to walk towards Sam and Dean. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Sam bites his lip, taking in Cas’s eyeliner and short checkered skirt. “Maybe a little too okay.”
“Jeez, kid. You’re not subtle,” Dean cackles, slapping Sam’s back. “Taught you better than this. Or so I thought -“
“I’m twenty-two years old, you ass. Not a kid -”
“Are you boys coming with me or not?” Cas says, hands on his hips. “You’re ruining my buzz.”
–
Cas kisses and nuzzles Dean’s cock through his red panties before pulling them off with his teeth. “Please,” Dean breathes, spreading his legs wide. “Please fuck me, Cas. I’ve wanted this so long, please -“
“Shit,” Cas gasps when he touches Dean’s used hole. “Who did this?”
“Me.” Sam launches onto the motel bed with a too thin mattress and grabs hold of Cas’s hips, admiring the skirt no one bothered to remove. How it compliments Cas’s ass. Draws attention to it. Sam gives Cas’s butt a swat and watches it jiggle. “Do you wanna be where I’ve been?”
“Only if you plan on fucking me, too,” Cas says, eyes full of unbridled mischief as he glances over his shoulder at Sam. “You gonna?”
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for @ltleflrt for this post. I couldn’t get this little snippet of spiritual!Dean meeting businessman!Cas out of my head xxx
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The Capricorns must be particularly horny this week, Dean thinks as he restocks the balsa wood & sweet orange candles. (For the third time that week.) And who can blame them? A Mars retrograde takes its due wherever it pleases.
He takes a cheeky sniff and hums to himself, suddenly awash with images of a plush warm rug in front of a crackling fire, and two glasses of something dark nearby.
Well, maybe the Capricorns and the Aquariuses are having a little trouble with their libido this month.
He recaps the candle and finishes restocking, but at the final set he finds that there’s no room on the shelf for the last candle in his basket. He turns the spare in his hand. It’s the lavender & peach one that he favours for stressed and overworked customers.
“What are you doing?” he asks it, idly rubbing the label. Usually the universe gives him a spare candle only when he’s most in need of it, but he couldn’t be further from stressed. His henna is fresh, he’s had his own music playing in the back office all week, and (apart from a few wayward dreams about strong sexy strangers) he’s never had more regular sleep in his life.
But the universe always knows best.
Someone coughs and he had been so distracted he hadn’t even noticed anyone come in, so when he looks up he’s totally unprepared for Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome looking back at him. Eyes so blue Dean’s a heartbeat away from throwing out his crystals and watching the moon through them instead.
He blinks mechanically and takes maybe a moment too long to smile, but it’s a moment he uses to take in the rest of Mr. TD&H, from the polished shine of his shoes to the cluttered hunch of his shoulders beneath the stiffest suit Dean has ever seen.
“Hi,” Dean says, pulling the lighter from his back pocket and clicking it over the candle. “You must be my delivery from the universe.”
I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU
Home or Something Like It – rw_eaden – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester, Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Jimmy Novak, Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Jimmy Novak, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Ash (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Balthazar (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Omega Jimmy Novak, Explicit Sexual Content, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Incest, Sibling Incest, Twincest, Castiel and Jimmy Novak Are Twins, Anal Sex, Rimming, Panty Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Somnophilia, Claiming, Blow Jobs, Threesome – M/M/M, Polyamory, Past Castiel/Meg Masters, Past Balthazar/Jimmy
Summary:
Dean Winchester wasn’t expecting much when he moved into the dorms on campus. At the most, he’d expected to spend more time with friends and have less of an excuse for missing class. He hadn’t been expecting to meet two of the most delicious smelling men on the planet. Castiel and Jimmy Novak were hot, odd twins, so deciding between the two was nearly impossible. However, when Dean finds out they’re a lot closer than most twins… well… things get interesting.
Home or Something Like It – rw_eaden – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
A Reylo Selkie AU
Rating: Explicit
Tags and Warnings: Rape/Non-con Elements, (See Author’s Notes, )Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Fantasy, Folklore, Selkies,Violence, Slavery (basically), Mythical Beings & Creatures, Nudity, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
After the death of her mother, Rey and her father packed up and moved away from the island she was born on to spend the rest of their days in the unforgiving desert. She’d spent fourteen years in the sand and the heat, longing for home and the ocean that sang to her every night when she closed her eyes.
But with the death of her father, Rey was given the opportunity to move home again. She’d known it wouldn’t be the same, but she hadn’t expected it to be so… strange. There’s something different in the air now, something haunting that lingers in the air and plagues her dreams. But what does it mean for her, for the island, and for the mysterious man she almost remembers?
Start from the Prologue Or read Chapter Five now!
78 from the fluffy prompts(:
78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
This got significantly longer than I expected it to. If anyone’s having trouble with the cut on mobile, let me know and I’ll just publish it on AO3 instead.
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She remembers hearing about Professor Solo on the campus tour. Some brave soul asked their guide whose classes to avoid, much to the embarrassment of his parents who quickly tried to shush him. Their guide answered anyway, though, saying, “If you can, avoid Professor Solo at all costs.”
She didn’t give a reason. She didn’t even say which classes he taught. Which is how Rey Jackson finds herself sitting in the vast lecture hall, staring in horror at the syllabus that had been placed on the little desk.
How could she has missed it? How could she have completely overread the instructor’s name? She was too wooed by the idea of taking an entire semester of Gothic literature, it seems, and now she has to pay the price.
“Good morning.”
If you want to for the Dark fic prompt, “Ghosts, hauntings (whether by external source or a dead character.)” Loved your necromancy AU!
Thank you, anon! I’d forgotten about that one!
Here’s the necromancy AU, for whoever wants to read that one, too. It’s fluffier than you would expect from a ‘necromancy AU’.
For this one, I think I’m going to flip it, and go with Rey! (And yes, I used the ‘loving back to life’ again, because how could I not?) Post writing: This got a shit ton longer than I thought it would I’m so sorry
It starts with Cocoa Puffs.
He swears he bought Cocoa Puffs. He remembers putting them into the bag at the self checkout, he remembers scanning them, he remembers seeing them in the bag as he loaded his car up, he remembers seeing them on the kitchen counter as he unloaded the rest of the groceries.
But for some reason, Ben Solo cannot find his Cocoa Puffs.
He’ll admit it, he was lazy. He put the box in the cabinet as-is instead of transferring the cereal to the jars he usually does, so that he can recycle the box and make the cereal keep a little longer. But when he opened the cabinet, bleary-eyed and still wearing his glasses and pajamas, there was no sign of Cocoa Puffs. Just Cheerios, and the sad remains of Frosted Flakes.
If he’d left them at the store, then it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, they weren’t that expensive. But he knows he didn’t leave them at the store, he knows he put them in the cabinet, and so to say he’s confused is a vast understatement.
And then one of his t-shirts disappears.
Bound and Tide – hearts_0f_kyber (rw_eaden) – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Star Wars – All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Maz Kanata, Rose Tico, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Luke Skywalker, Snoke (Star Wars), (more to be added as the story progresses) – Character
Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, (See Author’s Notes), Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Fantasy, Folklore, Selkies, Violence, Slavery, (basically), Mythical Beings & Creatures, Nudity, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
After the death of her mother, Rey and her father packed up and moved away from the island she was born on to spend the rest of their days in the unforgiving desert. She’d spent fourteen years in the sand and the heat, longing for home and the ocean that sang to her every night when she closed her eyes.
But with the death of her father, Rey was given the opportunity to move home again. She’d known it wouldn’t be the same, but she hadn’t expected it to be so… strange. There’s something different in the air now, something haunting that lingers in the air and plagues her dreams. But what does it mean for her, for the island, and for the mysterious man she almost remembers?
A re-upload of an unfinished WIP.
Bound and Tide – hearts_0f_kyber (rw_eaden) – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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