#like incredibly graphic but its not PWP

[fairlyqualityanon]

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Fanfic reader ask game!

🎢 Name a fic that was a ride from start to finish.

I can think of 3 off the top of my head. Two are One is unfinished and one has a sequel planned.

I'll share the finished one without a sequel:

I did manage to watch all 3 seasons of G1 - super cringy bc 80s but I honestly believe you can't be a True Fan (tm) if you haven't seen it.

Rated T because it gets pretty dark, but I greatly enjoyed it and the author has always been super nice in responding to the comments you only get 1 comment per chapter on FF.net which is a bummer.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

A Mutually Beneficial Agreement (M) ~Bang Chan | [1/3]

Pairing: Demon!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Supernatural AU | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: How ironic... to have found yourself entangled with a demon called Christopher, of all things. Some people would’ve made you believe he was taking advantage of you. But you knew better. [Find part 2 here]. Warnings: pet names · there seems to be specks of plot in my corn (pwp) · Chris has horns and a tail (feels like that deserves a warning on its own) · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: finally sat down to finish this idea i had ages ago. i’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, so this was certainly a nice warm-up. this is all just filth, and i dedicate it to my fellow monster lovers. especial thanks to @notastraykid & @kisskissbanggang for reading this one and sharing their valuable thoughts with me. it means the world to me💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Part 2 >

Smut Warnings: literal monster cock · praising · smidge of degradation · unprotected penetration [piv & anal] (the reader is presumed to be on birth control) · the tail goes in places it probably shouldn’t go into · double penetration · minimal nipple action.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You’re so warm, sweetheart…” Chris mumbled against your cheek, all while he held your jaw in place with his hand.

“So warm and soft…”

With his chest partially against your back, one of your legs over his hip, keeping your legs as spread open as much as this position allowed, Chris kept each thrust controlled, and his rhythm steady.

“So… mortal…”

The feeling of his cock splitting you open repeatedly had your mind disconnected from anything that wasn’t him and you on this bed, and it wasn’t like you wanted it to be any other way.

You weren’t really sure how long you’d been here, much less how many times either of you had reached that perfect peak. Your thoughts were just muddied images, the only thing you could see clearly was Chris.

Chris, and his charming smile, and his ageless eyes, and the horns on his head, and his perfect nose… 

The weight of his arm on your chest and the tight hold on your jaw felt heavenly, just like his length within your walls did. 

“Mortal, but incredibly talented… Perfectly capable of… taking me, of giving me everything. Hm?”

His voice was but a whisper against your cheek. There was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear him when he was this close, when you both were one and the same with how intertwined you were, when every single one of your senses were solely focused on him…

It wasn’t just his length or what he was saying that had your mind hazy. It was also the pants and groans and grunts he let out, all the kisses he pressed on the side of your face, and the feeling of his thick tail wrapped around your waist.

Chris had a way with words, and whenever he talked like this to you, whenever he let out his thoughts completely unfiltered while you had sex, you couldn’t help but feel tingly all over. Aroused, warmer, wetter…

“Can’t talk, darling?” Chris mumbled, each word made his lips brush against the skin of your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss on your skin, keeping the pace of his hips just as steady as he had this entire time, unfaltering, somewhat slow, but precise.

You opened your mouth to speak, to confirm what he’d said much earlier. That yes, yes you were more than capable of taking anything he wanted to give you, that you could talk. But, honestly, you couldn’t really confirm that, not when what came out of your mouth instead was a moan.

He chuckled, clearly amused. So amused he quickened his pace, further clouding your reason. Just his mere presence set your insides alight, that, added to his motions, to his words, was just so incredibly dangerous. He had your mind going all fuzzy, drunk on his aura and the feel of him. 

A priest would tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you was manipulating you for his own gain, enhancing your lust and sins so he could ultimately devour you whole for his own pleasure.

But you knew better.

There was no way you wouldn’t have known better, when this arrangement had been going for so long. Chris had always made it very clear that he’d never used any spell or mind control to make you do the things you did, his presence simply enhanced what was already there. 

And you believed him.

‘Sinful little human, aren’t you?’ You could still remember the first time he told you that, back when you found him by a tree in the town’s cemetery. 

You’d given in to him so easily… And, honestly? You had no regrets. Zero regrets.

Especially when he was fucking you this good, when he fucked you this good several nights a week.

‘All these endorphin rushes keep us healthy, hm?’ Chris said sometimes, and you couldn’t help but agree. Sometimes you were groggy and achy the next day, but you were certainly satisfied, even happy… What an odd emotion to feel thanks to a demon.

“Have you gone dumb already?” Chris chuckled. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nodded anyway. Because it was true, you couldn’t even speak at this point. “Aww, pretty little human has gone dumb on my cock, poor thing…”

There was something about his condescending tone that made pleasure pool in the pit of your stomach, that made your lower belly tighten further. Needy, needy, needy, needy… You could almost hear his voice in your mind, and you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it truly was him speaking to you. It wouldn’t have been the first time his thoughts slipped into yours while you both got lost in each other.

Chris’ hand loosened its grip on your face, while his tail unravelled from around your waist. His fingers ghosted all the way down your torso, between your breasts, over your belly, until they reached that borderline overstimulated nub between your legs. You couldn’t help but mewl, a sound that was almost pathetic to your ears. Not only because of his motions on your clit, but also because his tail had made its way up your body, until it found one of your nipples to rub it gently with its tapered tip.

It was so much. He was so much. And, somehow, you still couldn’t get enough.

“C’mon, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, diligently stimulating those pleasure points of your body in just the exact way you needed him to, in that way you’d shown him how to all those months ago. “Aren’t you gonna bless me with another? I need it, darling. And I know you need it, too”.

His pace picked up, until he was almost brutally ramming into you, stretching you open to your very limits, stimulating your insides in ways only the bumps and ridges of his very supernatural cock could. You were certainly close, and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to finally come undone under his enticing motions.

You could barely register the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, not only because of how quiet you’d said it, but also because your mind was going completely numb, hazy as you drew closer and closer to that ledge. With the rough pad of his fingers, with the texture of the tip of his tail, Chris worked you up, and, just like you’d predicted, in a matter of minutes, you fell face first into that pool of burning ecstasy that Chris himself had prepared for you.

The feeling raked throughout your body, extending from your core to every single one of your limbs. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning, or crying, or saying his name. You couldn’t tell what was going on outside of the feeling of Chris’ skin on your own, of his breath against your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you tremble for me. You’re so good, doing so well…” Chris whispered the words in your ear. You could barely hear them over the sound of your own heart beating within them.

Gasping for air, you released Chris’ tail from your grip. You honestly hadn’t even realised you’d grabbed it in your orgasm-induced frenzy. The tip of it had finally stopped stimulating your nipples. Instead, it found its way between your legs to replace his fingers on your clit, just to apply pressure on it to prolong the final waves of your climax while he used his now unoccupied hand to turn your head towards him so he could kiss you. 

His thrusts had stopped, his tongue, forked and slightly textured, was gentle when it moved against your own, and his thumb softly caressed your cheek as you were barely conscious enough to kiss him back. The taste of him was addictive, his throbbing length within your warmth made you dizzier, and it was at moments like these that you were reminded of why you always let him into your bed.

Because you just couldn’t get enough.

When you fully came down from your high, you figured he’d start ramming into you once again so he could reach his own relief. Instead, he removed his hand from your face and brought it to your lower abdomen, where it settled to caress the skin. 

“Say…” Chris mumbled, pressing a quick, brief peck on your lips before he pulled out of your walls.

The loss of contact almost made you whine, but when his hand left your lower abdomen, and you started feeling the slick tip of his cock against the sensitive skin of your ass, you looked at him through half lidded eyes, holding your breath in anticipation.

“Would you let me come in your perfect little hole, pet?” Chris’ tail moved away from your core to wrap around your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh as he continued to rub the head of his length over the ridged skin between your buttocks. 

You swallowed, licking your lips while you nodded. You didn’t trust your voice right now, you just knew you were almost trembling with excitement at the thought. It had only been a couple of days, but you certainly missed the stretch, just his fingers earlier in the evening hadn’t been enough.

“Say it”, Chris reached for the bottle of lube that had been discarded next to the pillows, like he was sure you were going to comply.

And he was right. You were going to comply, you wanted to, needed to…

“Please…” Your voice was hoarse, low, tired after all the involuntary noises that had been escaping your mouth, but you did say the one thing you knew he wanted you to. And as soon as you did, you heard his deep intake of breath.

His tail moved your thigh, closing your legs, and your body moved instinctively, laying fully on your side so Chris could press his chest completely against your back. With a hand on your buttock, you helped him keep yourself spread open, exposed so the lubed tip of his cock could start pushing against the ring of muscle between your cheeks.

Breathing deeply, you willed yourself to relax, and after a few moments, he finally breached past the initial resistance, slowly, but steadily filling your ass with his monstrous cock. Chris groaned behind you, nuzzling your shoulder. You just whined, already feeling yourself heating up with the feel of him going into your hole.

As soon as he bottomed out, his hand found its way to your lower belly, gripping your soft flesh tightly while his sharp teeth scraped the skin of your shoulder. A shiver ran up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The feeling of fullness within you was absolutely mouth-watering, but, still, you wanted more.

Reaching for Chris’ tail on your thigh, you ran your fingers through the black snakeskin. The motion had him swearing under his breath, right next to your ear. The skin of his tail was smooth, sensitive, shining under the low lighting provided by the lamp in the corner of your room. The shimmer and iridescence was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Pretty… So, so pretty…

“Chris…” 

“…Hm?” 

“Move”.

Chris inhaled sharply behind you, tightening his grip on your belly, and finally started to move. Slowly at first, to ensure you felt every ridge, every bump of his length, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Oh, what a satisfying stretch…

When you dragged your nails over the texture on his tail, Chris groaned, and his pace picked up considerably. His tail unfurled, releasing your thigh for blood to rush back to the area–you honestly hadn’t even realised how tight he’d been holding onto you. The mild numbness didn’t prevent you from feeling its movement, though. 

Releasing your tummy to instead hook his hand under your knee, Chris pushed your leg towards your chest, giving his tail plenty room to find its way between your legs.

You could feel your legs tremble, your heart almost leaping out of your chest, and, in a poor attempt to ground yourself, you reached back, finding Chris’ soft strands. But, most importantly, finding one of his horns. 

The moment you held onto the keratin covering, Chris swore, borderline moaned under your tightening grip around the base of it. Before you knew it, the tip of his tail was at your entrance, teasing your opening while Chris kept brutally and repeatedly pushing himself into your ass. There was nothing you could coherently say or do. You knew what he wanted, what you wanted, but you just couldn’t speak.

However, you really didn’t need to say anything, as you mindlessly caressed the base of his horn, his tail had finally plunged itself right into your sopping cunt. Full, full, full, oh, so full of Chris… Just how you wanted to be, how he wanted it to be…

Warm, warm, warm, wet, tight… Chris didn’t say any of this, but you could hear him clear as day, even through the fog coating your thoughts. He was losing himself as well, and you could feel yourself gush around his tail with how aroused the thought made you, with how good he was fucking both of your holes.

“How are you… this soft and warm, hm? Warm little human. Lewd, sinful, aren’t you? Giving yourself to a demon so wholly…” Chris mumbled the words against the skin of your shoulder, broken between groans and whines of his own as you kept stroking the horn in your hand, as you kept squeezing him tight. 

You just nodded, incapable of telling him anything else. You could feel the flesh of your bum ripple with each collision of his hips, and it wasn’t long until his thrusts and the movement of his tail became an uncoordinated mess. He was close, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it yourself.

With your fingers on your clit, you rubbed quick circles as best as you could in this position. Uncaring of the desperate moans coming out of your mouth, at your motions, at the stretch of his cock in your ass, and his tail within your walls, nudging your sweet spot. 

“Shit… Fuck, gonna–gonna blow, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, breathless after hours of indulging in you and your body, and you certainly weren’t doing any better. “Stuff you full of me… Want it, pet? Want that?”

You nodded, frantically rubbing your clit as you chased your relief, telling him that yes, yes you wanted it. You wanted anything he was willing to give you.

With a desperate plea of your name, Chris finally came. His tail stopped moving, but his thrusts didn’t, he kept fucking into you as he filled up your ass, whining once your own orgasm washed over you and you started to clamp hard around his appendages. Whines of your own escaped from between your lips, your grip on his horn tightened, eliciting more desperate pleas from the demon behind you.

After one final thrust, keeping his hips as flush as he could with your buttocks, Chris finally stilled. Your throat was dry after doing nothing but moaning and crying for a while, your chest rose and fell with your quick breaths, and you could feel Chris’ doing the same against your back.

When his tail left the comfort of your warmth, it snaked all the way up your body, until the tip pressed against your lips, which you eagerly opened to let it in.

As you swirled your tongue around the textured skin, you could taste yourself on it, something that didn’t displease you in the slightest. If you hadn’t just spent hours here, you were sure just the texture and the taste on your tongue would’ve been enough to heat you up all over again.

Chris pressed tired, lingering kisses on your shoulder, just as he pulled out of your ass. Slowly, his cum spilled out and onto the now more than ruined bedsheets, joining the mix of fluids that had ended up there throughout the evening.

When you finally let go of his horn, when his tail finally popped out of your mouth, you turned around, looking into those dark eyes of his that always made a shiver run up and down your spine. Chris just grinned, a wolfish grin that had you scoffing a small laugh and rolling your eyes.

Your limbs were achy, your eyes could barely stay open, but you still let him pull you into his arms when he stood up from the bed. The sheets behind you started moving on their own as he walked you to your bathroom, where he sat you down on the toilet so he could diligently clean you up. A shower just wouldn’t be possible right now, you could barely stand straight, so he just made do with a jug and a washcloth.

One wouldn’t think a demon would be this gentle, but Chris was probably the oddest demon you’d ever met. ‘If I’m gonna do something, I better do it right’, he often said, and as you came to find out, this was just an integral part of fucking you as the act itself.

When you were finally mostly dry, laying your head on his chest with the now clean bedding under you, you could feel your eyes droop, vaguely even registering the words coming out of Chris’ mouth.

“When you wake up tomorrow, I won’t be here. But, with a bit of luck, I’ll be back in a couple of nights”, he mumbled, quietly as he caressed your hair and your back.

You just hummed to let him know you’d heard him. Not like he needed to tell you that, since it was always like this. He’d appear, feed off of your lust, and disappear for a few nights. That was your arrangement. It wasn’t conventional, nor normal in any way, but it was what you had, and, for now, it was enough. It was just what you needed yourself.

A priest would certainly tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you, cuddling you, was manipulating you for his own gain. But what a priest wouldn’t have known at first glance, was that you had summoned this demon yourself. That the only reason you let him into your bed and feed off of you, was because, in a way, you fed off of him, too.

Part 2 >

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[citrus-moonlight]

Danger Starts the Sharp Incline

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Demon!Klaue x Fem Scientist Reader Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.5K Rating: Explicit

Summary: At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating!, No Age Specified, PWP, One Shot, Smut, Let Me Be Clear: This Is Absolute Filth, Monster Fucking, Demon Fucking, Could be viewed as Dubcon, Implied Mind Manipulation, But to be clear reader is Into It, Pet Names, Touch Starved Demon, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Big Hands I Know You're the One, Unprotected PIV, Size Kink, Squirting, A Lot of Demon Cum, Like A Lot, Cum Marking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms (both), Overstimulation, Possessiveness

A/N: Once again, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting very, very away from me. This honestly could have been even longer (it was over 5.5k and counting at one point!), but I managed to reign myself in, lol. I almost feel like I have enough for a part two, so who knows, perhaps I'll revisit this AU one day in the future!

This was inspired by the first bit of this absolutely incredible demon/scientist blurb* by @biscuitdragonwithastick, which you should definitely read first (thank you for the ok to go ahead with this!). It fully dug its claws (pun intended?) into my brain and refused let me go. I couldn't stop thinking about a Demon!Klaue AU, and thanks to some lovely encouragement, this is the result!

Please, please mind the tags, my dears, and thank you for reading!

*Demon's name has been changed here to fit the AU

Dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics ❤️

UPDATING TO ADD PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THIS DEMON!KLAUE FANART BY MY INCREDIBLE LOVELY TALENTED FRIEND, truly I have not stopped screaming! 😍🥹💕

Work title is from "All Mine" by Portishead

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Make no mistake You shan't escape Tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide from me All mine You have to be

Klaw’s reaction continues to be noted by the higher-ups, and eventually it’s decided that they want to conduct an experiment, using you.

The next time you’re scheduled on the cleaning rotation they want to take the opportunity to determine if there’s a measurable difference in output and chemical composition - before and after you’ve been in the room with him.

“Just consider what it might mean to the future of energy research”, they’d said. “It could lead to the discovery of a demon-sensitive pheromone additive that boosts energy output across the board.”

Although you flush at the outward acknowledgement of what’s been happening, you can’t deny that it intrigues you.

Especially since you had started dreaming about him.

Since you’d stopped being able to control how wet you got when you observed him.

Since the self-consciousness you’d felt at the sidelong glances of your colleagues had started feeling like something else. 

Something like pride.

* * * * * *

Two days later you’re scheduled for the night shift alone, with not much else to do but make the occasional note in the shift log and wait for the alarm that indicates the mare’s collection tank is full. So you wait. 

And watch.

For the first time you have a chance to really just look at him, and you’re finding it difficult to pay attention to the instruments that you should be monitoring. Your eyes instead are continually drawn back to the observation window and the thick mop of black curls that falls across his forehead where his horns emerge, sharp features are framed by the scruff of a dark beard, and an intriguing mix of tattoos, brands and scars play across the planes and curves of his body.

Although his muscles aren’t as chiseled as many of the demons you've observed in this facility his shoulders and arms are thick, and you unconsciously lick your lips as your eyes follow the dark hair that covers his broad chest and abdomen down to where it meets the wiry hair at the base of his cock.

A slick warmth has been slowly pooling between your thighs since you settled into your chair at the beginning of the shift, but as you watch the bored pumping of his hips fall into a smoother, swaying rhythm, that warmth ignites.

Widening his stance, hooved feet brace on the floor as he pulls out further before thrusting back in, letting you watch his cock slide slowly back into the machine’s opening, burying himself with a jutting roll of his hips, over and over. Almost teasing. 

Almost taunting.

This could be you.

It’s only when Klaw drags his hands along the metal “body” of the mare that you notice it: The claws of the first three fingers of his right hand seem to be…gone? 

With a flicker of concern you flip a switch on the console, using the camera to zoom in. 

Ok, no, they’re not gone per se, but they’re definitely shorter, nearly down to the quick. Was it an accident? Did they break in a fervor as he fucked the contraption? 

Frowning at the screen your mind turns over the possibilities, but before you can think to add the peculiarity to your notes your thoughts fizzle away when you glance back up to the observation window and see that he’s watching you.

As soon as your eyes meet his the tease in his movements falls away and he’s bottoming out hard against the opening in a rough, stuttered rhythm as his eyes cloud over, and you know from past observation that he’s nearing the edge.

Your inner muscles clench and the ache that’s been building since you walked in here swells and overlaps with a flaring jealousy when Klaw shudders and growls, filling the receptacle with another thick load of his seed.

You don’t even realize that you stood up until you feel the cool glass of the observation window beneath your palms, your breath fogging the surface as you press yourself against the barrier.

There’s still a slow, uneven cadence to the demon’s thrusts following his climax, but his gaze swiftly sharpens on you again when one of your hands drifts idly across your stomach, then lower, fingers brushing over the top button of your pants-

-and then you jump when a shrill sound interrupts you, nearly growling at the surge of frustration.

The alarm is piercing and incessant and won’t stop until you enter the demon’s room, so you return to the control panel to activate the sigil that will keep him contained while you clean and recalibrate the machine - tests having shown that a laser projection of the correct wavelength of light is just as effective as a physical binding.

Once you’re through the airlock you quickly set to working through the checklist, unhooking the mechanism that feeds into tanks in the floor and connecting it to a fresh one. You move on to cleaning the unfeeling hole that the demon fucks into day in and day out, your breath going shallow at the jealousy that continues to singe your nerves. 

His gaze stays entirely focused on you as you move around, cock swaying heavily in front of  broad thighs - still hard, always hard - the still leaking head so dark it’s nearly purple. 

The slick between your thighs has only increased since you started to work, fairly certain that you’ve soaked through your panties at this point, and when you have to pass closer to his “cage” he leans forward, nearly pressing himself against the barrier as he follows your path.

Inhaling deeply his cock twitches, more cum dripping from the tip as he ruts at the air, and you can't help but wonder if he’s picking up your frustrated arousal.

“Hurry up.” you chide yourself. “Stop getting distracted. Just finish your shit and get out.”

Kneeling down behind the machine you open the access panel and flip through the menus until you find the one that will complete the calibration, and while you’re focused on watching it cycle you don’t notice the outer door open from the hall into the observation room. 

The intern who enters must not see you where you’re kneeling on the floor, and evidently thinking that the trap has been left on in error he flips the switch to deactivate it.

When the light from the beaming sigil goes dark you pop up in alarm, the face of the intern frozen in an almost comedic grimace of horror when he finally registers that you’re staring back at him from the wrong side of the glass. 

The man reaches for the switch again but Klaw’s reflexes are faster, and before the trap can be reactivated the demon rushes the door. Slamming his shoulder against it he jams it so thoroughly they'll need to bring in special equipment to get it open again, but at this time of night it'll be hours, if you’re lucky, before a crew gets here.

Then he rounds on you.

With an oddly warm sense of detachment you think that you should feel fear as you watch the slow grin spread across his face, but the only thing you feel is a surge of hot, aching desire. 

He rumbles something you don’t understand, though the rough texture of his words is still intoxicating, and before you realize what you’re doing you’re walking towards him, pulling your shirt over your head as you move. 

Because right now you find that you want - need - to bare yourself for him, the sensation of it intense that your skin feels like it’s going to scald if you don’t get your clothes off now, and your shoes, pants and underwear quickly join the discarded pile on the floor.

Stopping in front of him you reach back to unclasp your bra, but your arms pause mid-way when Klaw’s hand reaches out, your breath hitching when he hooks a large, clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up so that your eyes meet his.

You’d always assumed that his eyes were black, but this close you realize that they’re actually an impossibly deep blue, a blue that only resides along the penumbra of light and shadow where the last rays of sun reach into the depths of the ocean

You stand mesmerized as his hand dips lower, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh as a claw trails gently down the delicate skin of your neck and chest, and then with a flick of his wrist the last scrap of fabric covering you gives way, exposing your breasts to the cool air.  

You’ve barely shrugged off the ruined garment when suddenly you’re being picked up - so, so easily - and placed on a table, swiftly reminded of how much larger and stronger he is than you, and once again dimly aware that you should feel fear, or dread, or some instinct telling you to run.

Not of the shiver of anticipation that leaves your breath hitching in your chest. 

Definitely not the wild need blooming in your core as sharp teeth ghost along the place where your blood thrums, his breath hot and his skin hotter.

His mouth continues its path downward, pausing to lick at the soft swell of your breasts, taking a moment to pull and pluck at your nipples with his lips. A pleased growl vibrates against your skin when you lean back onto your hands with a moan, arching into the swirl of his tongue around your pebbled flesh. 

It’s not long, though, before he can no longer ignore the way this increases the heated musk between your thighs, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva as his mouth travels down, seeking the place where you’re already dripping for him.

The demon's hands nearly wrap entirely around your thighs yet his touch is almost cautious as he presses you open, mesmerized by the way you unfold for him like the petals of a flower, slick and shining.

HIs eyes are heavy lidded as thick fingers begin to tease through your folds, toying with your clit, surprising you with how softly he rolls it between thumb and forefinger, a grin curving the corner of his mouth when your hips buck into his touch.

Noting your reaction he repeats the motion, gently pinching and rolling the sensitive bud until your mouth drops open and your breath is coming in sharp gasps, his dark eyes staying fixed between your legs as thick fingers coax a warm, honeyed orgasm from you, leaving you keening and startled by the slow intensity of it.

You’ve barely caught your breath when you feel his mouth suddenly envelop your mound, lapping eagerly at your release as you whine and writhe beneath his tongue, overwhelmed at the stimulation.

It’s too much, all of this is too much, but as he continues licking and suckling at your sensitive flesh you find that you’re no longer fighting it, the hum of bliss that hadn’t yet faded already building to a fresh swell, and when his lips capture your clit with a sudden fluttering pressure your body stiffens as your second orgasm flares through you, sharper and brighter than the first. 

When he finally releases you he speaks again, but through the haze of afterglow it takes a moment for it to register that this time you think that you understand him, the word seeming to appear within your mind at the same time that you hear it from his glistening lips.

“Sweet.” 

With a start you look down at him and he pauses, head tilting, curiosity knitting his heavy brows. 

Not moving his eyes from yours, his voice is a low, tentative purr when he speaks again.

“Would your sweet cunt like..more?”

Holy fuck. You can understand him.

Your thoughts spin as the shock works its way through you, the analytical part of your mind attempting to parse what the fuck is happening. Is it the increased time in his proximity? The physical contact? Whatever the mechanism, you can suddenly hear- or perhaps more accurately feel - his words, somewhere deep in your conscience.

A firm nod, then, in answer to his question, a responding pull of his lips into a slow, pleased grin.

Dipping his head Klaw licks a broad, wet stripe up your cleft, and then he’s devouring you, slavering hungrily against your sex, drool mixing with your arousal as his lips and tongue work your aching bundle of nerves until you’re gasping shallow breaths, every muscle strung taught as you hover on the edge once more.

Seeking for an anchor your hands find his curved horns, warm and leathery beneath your scrabbling fingers, and then with a rasping cry you’re coming in long, surging waves, your entire body trembling as your hips chase every flutter of pleasure on the tip of his tongue. 

Dimly you think that he must be satisfied now, that you must be satisfied, yet it seems as though with every climax you only hunger more intensely for the next. 

Once your hands release his horns and fall limp at your sides Klaw straightens up, and then wrapping his hand around his cock he starts roughly stroking himself. 

Almost without thinking your legs fall open, shaky arms pulling your knees back to expose yourself to him, knowing he can see how your soaked cunt still clenches through the last waves of your orgasm, and it’s only a few more strokes before he’s coming with a rough jerk of his hips and you gasp at the heat, thick ropes of cum streaking across your slick folds and the insides of your thighs.  

Still breathing hard, the pumping of his fist gradually slows, a hand drifting along the curve of your inner thigh as his focus comes back to you. Gathering some of the sticky mess he left between your legs he drags it through your folds, and then suddenly a thick finger is sliding into you.

Even as you gasp at the intrusion you begin to understand that he had actually done it on purpose: Biting down those claws himself because, it seems, he had been thinking about this.

The realization that it was for you leaves your entire body humming, and as your hips cant up to meet the slow, almost teasing thrusts, there’s only one word that swells and ripens in your mind, uncertain whether it’s your word or his even as it falls from your lips.

“More.”

A knowing glint flashes in his eyes at your soft plea, and almost immediately you feel a second finger slipping against you. Just teasing his fingertips at your entrance at first he lets your juices slick them before pressing into you, both fingers together nearly as thick as a human cock.

You moan as he continues to slide them in and out of you, and just as you begin to sink into the ache of it, you moan low in your throat when suddenly he’s adding a third.

The heady pressure of him working three fingers into your already stretched hole is overwhelming, and you’re unsure whether you want to throw yourself towards the sensation or resist it, your body arching into him, yet tensing and pulling away at the same time.

But then he’s pressing you down onto the table, his hand nearly spanning the width of your chest to hold you in place as his fingers continue nudging deeper.

“Where are you going, little one? Going to have to take it if you want my cock." 

As if to emphasize his words he drags his erection against the inside of your thigh with a grunted sigh, a fresh streak of precum adding to the mess that he’s already left on you.

Because of course you do, and he knows it, has known it since you stopped being able to look away from his hunched form as he fucked into his mechanical mate, a warm curiosity growing into a distracting need.

And you know that he could have taken you at any time, could have forced himself into you as soon as your clothes were a forgotten pile on the floor. But instead, he’s been preparing you to take him properly, making you come until the only thing you know is his mouth and his fingers and you’re soft and trembling and ravenous.

“God yes.” You spread your legs wide again, giving him an obscene view of where his fingers are sinking into you, slick sounds filling the room as they pump faster now.

“There you go.” He croons above you. “Made for this, hmm?" 

Any attempt at a response trails into a choked cry when he finds that soft, needy spot deep inside you, a fresh, pulsing heat spreading through your already exhausted body as he takes you apart once more. Still pinned beneath his hand you’re unable to do anything but allow it to wash through you, shaking and whimpering as he continues to drag firm, curling strokes against your clenching walls.

Leaning down Klaw presses his face into your heaving chest, and your nipples tighten and ache as he licks languorously between your breasts, his huffed breath is hot against your skin.

As your senses filter back in your hands slowly begin to move, exploring the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders, trembling fingers tugging and sliding through his hair, and then up and over his horns again.

Letting your eyes slip closed you take in the ridged curve of them, a velvety pleasure blooming in your chest when he inhales sharply, cock throbbing against your thigh when your fingers wrap around the base of them.

Finally pulling his fingers out of you he tugs you up, turning around and repositioning you so that you’re straddling his broad hips as best you can. Strong hands support you, encouraging you to slide your slick folds along his shaft, a giddy sort of panic stuttering in your chest at the sudden awareness of the size of him where he twitches between your thighs.

Desperate whines that may as well be prayers slide from your throat when he lifts you higher and you feel the thick, bulbous head of his cock nudging against your entrance, the only words falling from your lips a whispered litany of “Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

“I’m not your God, little one,” he growls softly, words distorted as if you're hearing them through a sediment of granite and blood. "But you will worship me."

“Yes. Yes..Oh fuck, please.” 

Beneath your lilting plea you dimly hear gritted curses and words of encouragement as you circle your hips, your arousal making a slick mess of his cock.

You can't help how eagerly your hips rock down, seeking more, so lost in the sensations that you're unprepared when a hard press of your hips matches his upward thrust, and the thick head of his cock suddenly ruts up into you, and when he slips past the tight ring of muscle the feral sound from deep in your chest nearly matches his.

Panting open mouthed you hold him there before rising up, slowly, slowly, letting him slip out of you before sinking down to take him back in. You feel weightless beneath the obsidian glint in his eyes as he watches you repeat the motion again, and again, his arms helping you move as you start to shake from the effort of riding just the head of his cock.

Even now there’s something warm and urgent drawing your hand lower, and you’re unable to help feeling pleased when his eyes go heavy as his gaze follows your fingers down to where they press against your clit.

“So..needy.” he rumbles. “Better than I imagined.”

“You..imagined?” You pant, attempting to sound coy, but your words are thick with lust as you continue to roll your hips, forcing yourself down further down his length. 

Your movements are becoming less controlled now, and when your fingers slip and brush against his shaft you whimper at how fucking big he feels where he's stretching you open, and how much of him is still outside of you.

You can feel every slick ridge and vein beneath your hand, and as you slide it along his length the muscles of his thighs tense and flex beneath you, his breathing going rough as your messy strokes continue.

“Look at you taking my cock,” Klaw grits, the demon’s hips beginning to stutter up in short, sharp thrusts. “Such a good little pet.” 

His words trail into a low growl that vibrates through your body as you feel a hard throb beneath your hand, and then heat.

You gasp, continuing to writhe as he spills into you, coating your inner walls with his thick seed, and almost you feel as though you could come again just from the heat of it.

Fuck, you need more of that.

Need it deeper.

Even as the pulsing beneath your fingers slows he doesn't stop moving, finally coming inside of you seeming only to have tipped his need to fevered desire. Holding you in place he thrusts up harder, dislodging your hand, and you can feel his spend leaking out of you, dripping down the insides of your thighs and slicking his still hard cock as he continues to drive deeper, no longer letting you set the pace. 

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He taunts, voice still a rough half-whisper after his orgasm. “Could feel it when you watched me. Wanted me to fill your little cunt, hmm?”

“Yes.” You let out a growled sob, jealous anger surging through you. ”That..thing, doesn’t fucking deserve it.”

A flame crackles in Klaw’s eyes at your heated words, and you wonder with a jolt of awareness whether he hasn’t been just as desperate for this as you have, longing for you as he remained trapped in the torment of a cold, unfeeling machine. Driven purely by instinct, chasing his release over and over again but never being truly satisfied.

The sudden realization that you could give that to him floods you with almost as much pleasure as the agony of being filled with his cock.

You’ve barely processed the thought when you suddenly find yourself with your back once again pressed against the cool metal of the table, Klaw only pulling out of you briefly before thrusting back in, harder.

He continues a slow, controlled rhythm, both of you panting hard as you feel yourself softening around him, becoming more pliant as your body relents to every stroke until with a final arching rock of his hips your cunt is completely stretched and full, everything so impossibly tight that you can’t even clench around him.

He's never felt anything quite like you, the achingly tight grip of your pussy leaving him nearly breathless as he holds himself as deep as he can, huffing and grunting like a bull while he watches you writhe and spasm beneath him.

Then he starts to fuck you.

He tries to keep his strokes firm and measured at first, but he can’t hold back anymore and it's not long before his chest is heaving, lips curled in a snarl, and it feels as though you're being split open as he pulls you back onto his cock in time to meet every thrust. 

A scarlet thread runs through every cell of your soft animal body, stringing tighter and tighter as pleasure builds to the edge of breaking but then surging higher, a fresh ecstasy building on every peak. 

The tightening grip around your waist signals the absolute loss of his control and when you hiss at the sudden piercing bite of his claws he moves his hands to brace on the table instead, his broad body forcing your legs back towards your shoulders as he leans down over you, driving his cock as deep as he can get into your willing heat until he’s grunting and drooling above you. 

A divine bliss slides through your veins as you lie beneath him, caught between the trammel of his arms, and as you watch his base instinct take over you begin to understand that only fools could believe that lust is a sin. 

And even if it was, even if you were offered perfect grace in this moment, you know with absolute certainty that you would refuse.

An infernal dam is finally swelling to breaking as you surrender to every relentless thrust of his cock, your wailed sobs the only sounds you can make as an impossible pressure ripples through your core, and with a deep throb you suddenly feel a drenching heat as your release washes over his cock and your thighs. 

“There you go.” Klaw growls. “Make a mess for me, little one.” 

This seems to be his final undoing, and as you continue to soak his cock his thrusting goes ragged until with rough groan he’s coming deep inside you, stilling himself to keep the head of his cock pressed against the deepest part of you, making sure that you feel every hot, throbbing pulse of his cum as it fills you.

Keeping himself seated deep he rocks slow grinding thrusts into the slippery mess he’s made of his you, the lust that’s had no real outlet finally finding satisfaction in the way your clenching cunt is milking his cock, in the gentle swell of your belly as he pumps you full of his seed.

You’re a sweaty, twitching mess beneath him, and as much as you wish you could you’re unable to take all of it, can’t help how it spills out around his cock where you’re stretched and sore, how his cum and yours drips down your swollen sex to pool beneath you on the table.

His hands don't stop moving over your body, cupping your breasts, grasping at you hips, sliding over the ripe swell of you where he can feel you filled with his cock and his cum. Vaguely aware of soft grunts mixed with mumbled praise, you don’t register what he’s saying at first through the haze of euphoria.

“Going to be mine.” he rumbles, between languorous strokes. ”My little queen.” 

“Mine.”

* * * * * * *

The room is warm and flickering, silken sheets decadent beneath your fingers, your body thrumming with a heated anticipation that never seems to fade, now.

Rough hands lift your hips as your demon mounts you from behind, a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

A panting whine slides from your throat as he spreads you open, the thick head of his cock prodding your entrance, pleased to see you’re still dripping with his seed from the last time he filled you. And he doesn’t like leaving you empty for very long.

“Say it again, little one.” Klaw growls softly, holding himself still. Waiting.

“Yours.” 

You sigh, a smile curling around the word as he pushes into you.

“I’m yours.”

A/N: As ever, thank you for reading! This was definitely a bit outside my comfort zone, but I hope you enjoyed this filthy little foray into monster fuckery. 😊

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Ever Been In The Backseat?

Summary - Your fantasy involving a certain green-eyed actor, yourself and a certain classic, black car comes true.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warning - Smut 18+, Unprotected sex (y'all are better than that), Oral sex (fem receiving), bearded!jensen, fluff, a little mention of Dom!Jensen (this fic really got out of my hand), just pure filth, PWP.

Word Count - 1890

Square Filled - Shirtless!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo )

Written for @anaelsbrunette's Yas 20th Birthday Bash. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE YAS! Hope you like this <3<3 Prompt is in bold.

I blame this fic idea entirely on @jawritter but I don't think she is sorry, neither am I.

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons. Before writing this, I went through her fic "The One With Baby" to get an idea of the smut so she deserves a double shoutout!

I love the Ackles fam but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is not married to Danneel. This is only a work of fiction.

All the adult stuff is mentioned under the cut. So if you're under 18, DO NOT read any further!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Looking up from your book, you realized the house was incredibly quiet. This was very unusual considering your husband was home. Normally you could hear his deep voice from his office on the other side of the hall or hear him strumming his guitar, humming along to an unknown song, but today the house was quiet and Jensen was nowhere to be found.

As if on cue, your four legged, fur baby walked into the room. Putting aside the book in your hand, you extended your arms to beckon the dog.

“Where's Dad?” You asked him as the German Shepherd walked up to you, wagging his tail. The dog tilted his head, looking up at you. “Even you don't know, huh?” You got up from your seat, kneeling down in front of the dog and gently patted his head. “Come on. Let's go find him.”

Noticing the door to the garage was open, you went in. Since the arrival of Dean’s beloved Impala, Jensen had been spending an ungodly amount of time in there, repairing and oiling the parts of the classic car and right now, the said actor was standing there in front of Baby with hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork.

Smacking your lips, you let your eyes roam over his body, taking in how his jeans clung low on his hips, the black shirt fitting his toned body perfectly, his piece of flannel lay abandoned on the garage floor. Your lips parted, a small sigh leaving them as Jensen's hand went up to his face, scratching his scruffy beard. You shivered ever so lightly at the memory of last night - the sweet burn of that beard you had felt as his sinful mouth was devouring you. The thought itself made a light blush creep up your neck, but you gathered yourself and asked, “How long have you been down here, Mr. Ackles?”

“Hey.” Jensen looked up at your words, smiling when he saw you. “Kinda lost track of time. Miss me already?”

“Mhm.” You slowly approached the man. Pecking his lips, you asked, “Is she all set for a ride?”

“Oh you bet she is.” Jensen smirked, quickly catching on to your innuendo. You let your eyes travel south of his body as he bent over to pick up a rag cloth and his black shirt rode up a little, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. Your mind instantly ran wild with thoughts involving a certain green eyed man and you in the backseat of a certain black car.

“Eyes up here, missus.” Jensen's voice pulled you out of your explicit thoughts and your eyes snapped up to meet with his green ones. Cleaning his hands, he threw the rag on the floor. “So what brought you down here, sweetheart?” He husked.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his pet name for you. Very often, you had noticed that the thin line between the actor and character had started getting blurred even when Jensen was home - this was one of those times.

“You look very….Dean, you know.” You said, ignoring his question, “Except this.” You touched his bearded face to emphasise your words. Jensen made quick work of shutting the hood before looking at you again.

“You didn't seem to mind it last night when you were begging me for more.” His lips tugged up in a smirk. “I bet you are thinking about it right now, aren't ya?”

‘Fuck, how did he know?’ You wondered, but all your rational thoughts flew out of the window when he took your hand in his, entangling his fingers with yours. Jensen's other hand moved to your waist, holding you tightly, pulling you dangerously close to his body. You placed your free hand on your husband's shoulder to steady yourself when he leaned in, claiming your lips with his pink, plump ones, his beard tickling your face a little. Jensen's fingers untangled themselves from yours and his other hand left your waist and both moved up to cup your face.

Moaning, you hooked your hands behind his neck as his teeth grazed your lip. Your knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth . Your whole body tingled , your eyes slipped closed, and your toes curling as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You felt your lungs screaming for air until Jensen finally let go of your lips. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, his eyes blown with lust. He slammed you against the door of the car.

You gasped when his hands sneaked under your shirt. With one swift movement of his hand, Jensen lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the ground, leaving you in just your bra. His hands pinned yours down to the side as he moved closer to you, his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. He hungrily attacked your lips once more. You had barely caught your breath when his mouth started to move downwards.

“Jay-” you whined when he nipped on the pulse point in your neck, Jensen let go of your hands, cupping your face as he whispered against your neck, “Jay what, baby?” The feel of his lips sent shivers down your spine. He ran his hand down your body, stopping at the waistband of your slacks.

“I-” you sucked in a deep breath when his fingers dipped below the waistband of your slacks, brushing against your already dampened cotton panties, pulling a soft whimper out of your lips.

“Baby, you're soaked.” He husked. “Tell me sweetheart, how long have you thinkin’ about getting fucked in the backseat?”

“L-long-” the words got stuck in your throat when he pinched your inner thigh.

“Didn't hear you. Say it louder.” He growled into your ear, his beard grazing past the skin on your neck. “Say it, baby.”

“Long e-enough.” Jensen hummed as his hand teasingly circled around your clothed core, pinching and squeezing the skin of your inner thighs.

“Fucking tease.” You whined at the sudden loss of touch when he pulled out his hand.

“What do you want? Tell me.” He smirked, looking into your eyes.

“Fuck me.”

And that's all it took for Jensen to open the door to the backseat of the Impala before nudging you to go in. You did so in with shaky legs and slid across the seat. Jensen lifted his shirt over his head with one swift motion of his wrist before undoing his belt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your slacks and pulled them off, along with your ruined panties. Smirking again, he climbed into the car beside you, closing the door behind him. Unhooking your bra, Jensen's hands moved up to your breasts, kneading and massaging them. His fingers caressed your stiff nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud. He flicked your nipple gently while his fingers worked on the other one.

“Fuck-” you moaned aloud, your voice bouncing off the closed doors of the Chevrolet. Stopping the assault on your nipple, his mouth started to move down after placing a kiss on the valley between your breasts. He caressed your entire torso, his mouth trailing kisses down your body before he gently pushed your legs apart, dipping his head down to your heated core. He left a trail of wet kisses up your thigh, his beard leaving a sweet burn on your skin in its wake.

His hot breath fanned against your throbbing pussy. He looked up at you before pushing one of his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan out of you. He pumped hard twice before adding a second finger.

“Fuck-” you moaned.

“That's exactly what I'm planning on to do.” Jensen rasped, as he increased the pace, curling his fingers inside you, brushing past your g-spot repeatedly. You sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled out his fingers and his mouth latched onto your aching pussy. You arched your back at his action. Your hands moved down, fingers getting tangled up in his long hair, pulling a low growl out of him, the vibrations of it edging you over.

“Jen-oh shit!” You exclaimed as he hungrily devoured you, his tongue repeatedly assaulting your sensitive pussy, sucking needily on your bundle of nerves. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over you.

“Shit!” You gasped as Jensen’s tongue lapped your juices hungrily. Panting, you tried to come down from your high as you saw him lift himself up slightly to get rid of his jeans. Your eyes were drawn towardson his noticeable bulge. Moving your hands near him, you reached out to palm his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Fuck baby-” Jensen groaned before grasping you by your wrist.

“If you keep doing that, I won't last long.” He purred, pulling his boxers down and discarding them somewhere on the front seat. His erection sprung free from his confines. Taking his hardened cock in his hand, he gave it a few strokes, running his hand up and down his shaft, the tip beaded with precum. He lined himself with your dripping entrance. His swollen tip teasingly nudged at your opening before he pushed himself into you.

“Oh-” you hissed, the sensation painful at first, but your mouth fell open in an inaudible moan as that pain turned into pleasure. “You need to m-move.” You said. He lifted himself up, pulling out of you leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside you, before pushing back in again, deeper than before. You bucked your hips to match with his rhythm. Locking his fingers with yours, Jensen kept thrusting deep into you as you finally settled in a sync with him.

With every thrust, you inched closer to your release as both your breathing became ragged. The car’s confined space was filled with needy moans and deep breaths. Jensen buried his face in the crook of your neck as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening once more. He nibbled on your skin. You freed your hands from his grip and placed them on the small of his back as your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck-Y/N!” He exclaimed and your nails dug deeper, his breath tickling your neck along with his beard.

“‘M close,” you breathed out.

“Mhm. That's it, baby, just like that, let it go.” Jensen rasped, as his thrusts became sloppy. Your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jensen!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone. A few more thrusts and Jensen spilled himself into you, a grunt falling out of his lips, as his seed coated your walls. He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. Pecking your lips, he pulled out of you. You stared up at the foggy glass windows as Jensen reached for his boxers. Opening the door, he stepped out in all his naked glory. You sat up in the seat, also naked, as you watched him pull his boxers and jeans back up, leaving his belt unbuckled.

As Jensen turned his back to grab his shirt, you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “The backseat of Baby surely now has some stains and stories.”

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[transfenris-truther]

For the Fanfic asks, I was wondering about the following if you wanted to share :) A: How did you come up with the title to No Town More Barren Than our Town? F: a favorite hurt/comfort fic? M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Thanks for the ask! :)

A: This is so silly, but I'm terrible at naming things. All of the fics I've posted are titled after lines in the Mountain Goats song Rain in Soho which just has SO MANY good Fenris lines in it and has a very vengeancey-sounding vibe in general. When I got very into The Mountain Goats in 2020, that song in particular made me want to write fanfic. As to that line in particular? I feel like a lot of the subtext in DA2 is about Kirkwall, about how this city is both a home and a cage for all of the characters, and about how every achievement Kirkwall gives to Hawke turns to ashes in his mouth. Its a city that can't produce anything meaningful for the characters and yet they keep living their lives there even though almost all of them would be better off elsewhere.

F: Okay so my favorite hurt/comfort fic that's explicitly tagged that way is this kinkmeme fic from 2012 about Fenris' relationship with sex: Let Me Show You by aka_pine_writer It's somewhat graphic and also sad (and obviously CW for pretty explicit references to rape/non con) , but the concept of dealing with Fenris' psychology and understanding after Danarius is obviously something that I'm really interested in.

Honestly, though, hurt/comfort isn't always my favorite thing to read. I tend to hop into straight up pwp and fluff way more often. For that, I HIGHLY recommend Spring by Rifa which is so so so good and underappreciated. If you want lovely Fenhawke growing old together content and you also enjoy pwp? It's perfect.

I'm honestly somewhat nervous to talk about the kind of fanfic I enjoy. It's something I'm trying not to be embarrassed by.

M: Yes! So there's two that live in 1-paragraph Google docs that I haven't really taken action on. The first is a cannon divergent fic where Hadrianna is a better barginer and Hawke and Fenris end up taking her all the way to the Tevinter border to let her go. Fenris can't resist the temptation to follow up on the information about Varania and he and Hawke end up finding her in Quarinus instead of her coming to Kirkwall. It needs a LOT of fleshing out but I probably will eventually write it.

The second is an incredibly self indulgent Fenris/Isabela fic that is basically a series of one-shots where they do piracy, politics, and polyamory. This ship just gives me an inordinate amount of energy. IDK if I will ever write it.

[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 5

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity.  Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 32 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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Casturbatus Interruptus by gaugbrojotr E | 6k | Canon!verse, Hot, , PWP

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards. Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

 that awkward moment when... by highermagic E | 7k | Hot, wing!Kink

All in all, with a full tank of gas and his radio turned up loud, Dean was in a pretty damn good mood. All that vanished into shock and concern when the sky lit up like daylight, as though someone had decided that black was so passé for nighttime.

 This Temporary Flesh and Bone by misachan E | 5k | Canon!verse, h/c, wing!kink

Castiel doesn't serve Dean, fine, Dean has no problem with that - he just wants to know why Castiel's showing up in his dreams again.

What a fabulous little Fic. Very emotional. S4 cas is my FAVORITE.

 Only Fools Rush In by baka_sensei E | 18k | Canon!verse, soulbond

Dean does something and in angelic tradition that means he's become Castiel's fiancé. Dean doesn't know if he wants to get married, but he doesn't want to let Castiel down either. Cas lets his feelings run away with him, Gabe is a total dick, Sam is concerned, and Dean has to make a choice.

 Learning Curve by blualbino T | 1k | Fluff, Canon!verse

Cas has nice lips. They’re soft looking. Plush even. Dean can do this.

 Dinner At Katz's by nanoochka E | 2k | Hot, canon!verse

Dean might have to teach Cas how to have a When Harry Met Sally-esque orgasm, but he certainly doesn’t have to fake it.

 Free With His Hands by watermaline E | 2k | canon!verse, handprint!kink

The first time it happens, Dean chalks it up to…well, he doesn’t chalk it up to anything, he’s too busy coming his brains out in his jeans with Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.

 Desecrate that Sanctuary by brokentoy E | 3k | Hot, Alt!Canon Verse

Dean develops a fascination with Cas' bones.

 What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne E | 55k |  Hot,  AU, Cop Dean, DJ Cas

Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past.Dean can't stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean's ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel's house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.

Freefall by LastKnownWriter E | 128k | Hot, Fluff,  AU, Teacher Dean, Firefighter Cas

AU. The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester's life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby's shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean's life gets a lot more exciting after that.

 The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass ❤ by ireallyhatecornnuts E | 110k | Hot,  Fluff,  HS AU but not really,

AU after Season 8, episode 6, "Southern Comfort." Dean goes to sleep in a motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years old. They have to get out, that's the important thing. Only, falling in love with his angel wasn't a part of the plan....

It's like a HS AU... but better! I love how Dean is given a second chance at growing up, and Cas gets to engage with his humanity is painfully familiar ways. Some homophobia from non-central characters.    

 deus ex nihilo by Valyria E | 7k | AU, dubcon, god cas

Lost on an uncharted island, Dean Winchester is captured by the local villagers and offered up as a sacrifice to their winged god. Castiel takes one look at Dean and decides he wants him for a mate.

 Twist and Shout ❤ by gabriel E | 97k | Angst,  AU, Main Character Death

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Do I really need to say anything? Twist and Shout is one of my favorites simply because it made me bawl. Didn't love the characterization, but I still liked it overall.

Carry On ❤ by TamrynEradani E | 148k | Hot,  AU, Sub!dean, Dom!Cas

 When Sam gets into Stanford, Dean needs a bigger paycheck than Bobby's garage can give him. Luckily, he knows a guy.

Forget 50 Shades of Grey, they should make this fic into a movie! Even if you are not a fan of Sub!Dean, give this fic a shot, because it is nearly perfect.    

Glasses by Samanthapin E | 9k | Fluff, High School AU, punk!cas, nerd!dean

Teasing turns flirting turns dating turns grossly soppy boyfriends

 beer and bacon happy hour by outpastthemoat G | 2k | canon!verse, s8

The problem is that Dean’s been having good ideas all night. “No one insults the trenchcoat,” Dean says, and drives his fist into the other dude’s face. Dean figures he was bound to run out of good ideas eventually.

 Hard Road ❤ by aleishapotter E | 54k | Canon!verse

Dean discovers a few truths about himself when he and Cas are forced to go undercover on a hunt to the very last place Dean ever thought he'd find himself: a gay resort called "Last Hope" that is geared towards helping troubled homosexual couples repair their relationships. This fic is hilarious and hot--my favorite things.  

 Dean Smith Verse by TamrynEradani E | 17k | Hot,  BDSM, AU, Sub!Dean

Dean Smith is a man of routine. Castiel takes him apart.

Bratishka: Little Brother by Valyria E | 33k | Cop AU, Cop Dean, Lawyer Cas

Dean thinks he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his best friend Castiel Novak - he's a smart, gorgeous DA who probably lets Dean get away with more than he should to see the bad guy locked up - but it turns out Cas is hiding some dark family secrets.

 the way to a man's heart by mkhunterz M | 15k | Fluff,  Canon!verse

Dean teaches Cas to cook, and other things as well.

 Branded by garrisonbabe E | 12k | | canon!verse, soul bond, marking/claiming

Michael mocked Castiel, telling him he'd never get Dean the way he truly wanted. No matter the mark on Dean's soul, he'd never get him the way the archangel could take him. Dean finds a ritual that fixes that and a few other issues.

 Our Bodies, Posessed by Light by obstinatrix E | 39k | canon!verse, sastiel bromance, Fluff

Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.

 So Glad We Made It  ❤by scaramouche M | 16k | Fluff,  AU

At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life.    

Oh, the best friends who grow up together AU. I have a soft spot for fics like these-- comes with pining, awkward misunderstandings, and a good basis for a realistic relationship.

 Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) ❤ by kototyph E | 23k | Fluff,  college au

Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.

FLUFF EVERYWHERE! This is definitely a feel-good fic and I love reading it when I'm sad. Or just you know, whenever.

 But the Fire is So Delightful by kototyph E | 5k | Hot, hate then love, College AU

Apparently, it’s been snowing all day. [Dean is a Douchebag Fratboy with a Cherry Ass, Castiel is Angry and Aroused]

 Stitches by askance T | 23k |  Fluff, h/c, blindness, Canon!verse

Castiel survived Leviathan--but only barely. Vessel mauled and eyes destroyed, Cas is barely clinging to what's left of his grace when Dean finds him naked and alone on the reservoir's edge; in a panic, Dean brings him home to the cabin where he and Sam have been holed up off the grid. What follows is the slow process of the angel's recovery and the unexpected changes that come with his being blind, and in the three months this takes, their little family slowly begins to patch itself back together in forgiveness, love, and darkness.

 When Charlie Met Cas by riseofthefallenone E | 25k | Fluff,  canon!verse

Charlie is back in all her glory. The Winchesters have showed up on her doorstep and she’s making the best of it the only way she knows how. By being the little sister Dean never wanted and shipping the shit out of Destiel.

The Life After the Morning After by saltyfeathers T | 17k

Dean and Cas get uber drunk on their last day of University. They end up married. Neither of them seem to mind.

The Girlfriend Experience ❤ by Rageprufrock E | 15k | Hot,  Canon!Verse, First time

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

Classic Casturbation fic. Complete with steamy sexytimes, hilarious dialogue, and fed up and clueless Dean. Perfect.    

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire T | 14k | Canon!Verse, s8

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.)

Cowboys and Real Estate Angels by almaasi E | 36k | AU

Castiel crosses paths with the ever-charming Dean Winchester at a rodeo show in Texas, of all places. Dean's singing days are long bygone, but his crowd-pleasing skills haven't waned one iota. Unexpectedly, Castiel finds himself in Dean's bedroom; they take and they give, and discover that sometimes strangers can find love like this, too. (And if a man's faith can't be put in God, it needs to go somewhere...)

[thotantics]

Oh I hope I'm not too late for this! It was so difficult to decide. Requesting Jaebum "fuck me till I can't walk" + "it's too tight" or whatever you want really I trust your sexy brain! Love ya 🥰

⚤   pairing — reader + Im Jaebum

✎ word count — 948

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, anal toy, dirty talk, rough sex

[request] i’m so happy your requests are open! you’re one of my favourite writers on here! could i request something with daddy jaebum? all the JUS2 promotions have been ruining me 😖

[A/N] i hope it’s ok i combined these two requests, they were just perfectly paired up for this once i got the idea :’) i typed out like half of this laying in bed, half asleep, and did my best to fix the messy, deliriously horny first draft of this the following day hhehueheh so i hope this came out ok for you and anon!!💖

under the cut for instant, graphic smut sorry not sorry

You’re stretched open in ways you’d never dreamed of long before you feel the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. A surge of fear washes over you and your eyes fly open, meeting Jaebum’s as he shuffles closer over top of you, mounting you, resting your feet on his shoulders

“Its too tight!” You protest weakly when he hesitates, and he regards you with an amused expression.

“You can take it.” He says confidently. “You’ve had my cock a million times, baby girl.”

“Not like this…” you remind him softly.

His eyes leave your own to look between your bodies at the plug securely wedged into your asshole. He had gone on and on about this until you finally decided to give it a try. Jaebum made even the most uncomfortable ideas sound pretty good when he crooned about how hot it would be, how hard he’d fuck you in thanks for giving him this part of your body.

The oral sex leading up to the insertion of the anal plug had been necessary and heavenly; Jaebum made you cum twice with his tongue as he prepped your hole and eventually buried the plug inside of you. When he was done, he had pulled back to admire his handiwork, your ass stuffed and your face screwed up in pleasure, a blush spreading from your cheeks down your chest.

“Cute.” He smirked.

He taps the flat edge of the toy, nudging at your insides and making your stomach do flips and your pussy leak. You whimper, and herubs his cock through your drenched folds and over your clit repeatedly.

“You can take it.” He repeats, as confident as ever, but his gaze is tender when he locks eyes with you again, “Remember; say the word and I’ll stop.”

You nod, and then hes back at your cunt, pressing two fingers inside of you first, scissoring them open. Moaning, you arch off the bed and into his touch. It felt incredible like this, but his cock was much thicker and longer than his fingers and when he shuffled forward to press inside of you, you dug your nails into his thighs.

Having both of your holes stuffed and clenching tightly around both the plug and Jaebum was intoxicating. His eyes flutter shut and his brows furrow, “That’s my good girl.” He breathes raggedly, “I knew you could take it.”

Despite your earlier apprehension, and your hesitance to even try this, it doesn’t hurt. You’re so full and spread open, his hands moving to bend your knees and push them up by your ears, but it’s nowhere near as bad as you had first anticipated. It’s good. So, so good.

Jaebum’s cock is impossibly hard and the short, thick plug stays comfortably seated even as he begins to piston his hips back and drill them forward. He’d been just a bit too generous with his use of lube; the sticky, wet sounds that were coming from you the more he begins to move in and out of you are loud and pronounced with the slapping of his skin against yours.

He’s breathing heavy, face flushed and mouth agape as he stares down at your face, past the damp bit of hair hanging in his eyes. You open your mouth to speak but a simpering moan interrupts your words, “J-Jaebum-” you groan, “Fuck me.”

His eye blaze, and his jaw flexes as he snaps his hips harshly against yours in response to your plea. “You want me to fuck you like a bad girl? Hm?” His hands paw at your breasts, slapping and squeezing as he builds up his rhythm, faster, harder. “You like this, don’t you, my dirty girl?”

“Yes!” You cry out, clawing desperately at his thighs to keep yourself tightly against him, so he barely has room to pull all the way out of you before he’s rutting back inside, deep and rough. “Harder!”

Jaebum bares his teeth, tensing up all over as he fights against his body’s urge to finish, to empty his balls deep into you. He needs you to cum one more time first. One hand on your breast and the other between your legs, he presses an urgent thumb to your clit, fucking your sopping pussy harder with an animalistic grunt as he rubs insistently at the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck me,” You cry out, eyes fluttering shut as you hold tightly to his waist, “Fuck me til I can’t walk. Fuck me just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop..!” With one last, rough thrust forward, Jaebum groans and begins to empty himself inside of you, the pulse from his cock sending a shock wave of pleasure through your body, washing over you from head to toe.

Relief floods your veins with each pulse, your muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically. You’re faintly are aware of the keening sound of your own moans of pleasure when Jaebum falls over you, muffling the sound with his shoulder, burying his face in your neck.

Jaebum breathes hot and heavy over your skin, mouth open, legs shaking as he scrambles to push himself back up onto his knees, to relieve you of some of the weight he’d draped over you, but you lock your feet around his thighs, keeping him there. He’s warm and a little sticky with sweat, but it feels nice, right where he is. So you hold him close and sprinkle his skin with kisses as he regains control over his lungs.

“Was that ok?” He asks you after a short while, pushing back to meet your adoring eyes with an almost bashful smile.

“That was amazing.” You tell him. “You’re amazing, Jae.”

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April 2019 Recs/May 2019 Recs

Smut,angst, fluff, and more, check out these awesome writers!

1)Nothing Else Matters by @67midnightwriter

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

My Review: This was just so poetic and absolutely beautiful! Logan you never cease to amaze me with your talents.

2)Doc and Sir by @crashdevlin

Link:HERE

Summary: Y/n had a crush on Sam at Stanford, but she was sure he’d never look at her because of her weight. When he walks into her ER eleven years after the fire in his apartment, he reveals she’s actually more his type than she would have thought: sweet, innocent and corruptible.

Pairing: Sam X Plus size!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub training, bondage, oral (male rec), 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!  protected sex, fingering, gags,spanking, panty kink, non-consensual touching, unprotected sex, rough sex, bruises, creampie, mentions of marijuanalittle bit of flogging, mentions of breathplay, somnophilia, bondage, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oral sex (fem and male rec).

My Review: Whew Lordy this ones H.O.T!! Idk about y’all but this one hit me right in the praise!kink and I was done for. Not only is there hot smut but smidge of angst and all the fluff! I LOVE the backstory! Link is for all parts and all warnings from each chapter are listed.

3)The Beard by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Episode 14x01 spoilers. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex.

My Review: Beard!Kink-ers unite! This delicious little smut features our favorite moose and his grief beard from Season 14 that we love so much! It’s yummy 😋

4)What a Way to Go by @impala-dreamer

Link:HERE

Summary: ~Dean tries to kill you... with pleasure.~

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PWP. Just porn. Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting... just smut. 

My Review: What a way to go indeed! Jesus Christ this one is a panty ruiner for sure! Prepare yourself!

5)Your Soldier by @winchester19-67

Link:HERE

Summary: Military AU

Pairing: Soldier!Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, fluff

My Review: This one hit my feels for sure! It is heartbreaking, yet so beautiful and fluffy! I absolutely loved it and the ending! Read it y’all.

6)Addicted by @maddiepants

Link:HERE

Summary: Even as a demon, Dean couldn't get you out of his mind. Now he's going to make sure you can't ever get enough of him.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader, mention of Sam

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, blood drinking, sex toys, restraints, little bit of biting/markinh, unprotected sex, language, Demon!Dean (cause he's a warning)

My Review: Well. This is... I just. Words? Seriously y’all this piece is fucking juicy and delicious! Erica painted a very vivid picture that is sure to get your panties wet! And who doesn’t love some Demon!Dean?

7)Frozen by @wigglebox

Link:HERE

Summary: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You make a sound and its game over.”

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Warnings: Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Jesus cameo, yes Eileen is alive

My Review: Fuck me, I have never read Destiel but this was wow 😲

8)Friction by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: This case requires acting. The problem is, you and Dean have been at each other’s throats so long, can you really pretend you like him?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, drama, fighting, Dean being an ass, the reader being an ass, public sexy times, fluff.

My Review: This story was awesome! There’s not a ton of smut but the backstory and they way Rhi set it up is amazing! It’s a tad Angsty, a dash smutty and a whole lot fluffy :)

9)Never Have I Ever by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam and Y/N have the whole bunker to themselves. And what had started out as a simple game of Never Have I Ever, things started to get a little “deep.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex (Always be safe), and Some Fluff.

My Review: Holy. Shit. Enough said.

10)Total Lack of Nudity by @wayward_and_worn on AO3

Link:HERE

Summary: No plot at all. Dean makes a comment about how there is not enough nudity for him in the bunker.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (No Wincest)

Warnings: See link

My Review: Well. This started off hilarious, I was laughing out loud ! And ended with me in a puddle. HOLY SHIT. Read it.

Read.

It.

11)Proven Wrong by @rebelminxy

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam and Dean are hanging out at a bar after a hunt when they spot the Reader celebrating with a few friends. When the Reader finds herself in a bit of a situation, she uses her self-confidence to get herself out, and give the boys a bit of eye candy fun.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Warnings: see link, no smut

My Review: Sexy, confidant plus sized gal? Hell yeah! She’s caught the eye of our two favorite hunters, Now we just need part two 😉

12)The man Who has Everything by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Link:HERE

Summary: You're habitually quiet during sex and Sam leads you to be more vocal, even at the risk of annoying Dean.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: smut, flangst? Fluff and feels anyway.

My Review: This was so fucking hot and sensual and just makes you melt! Then the ending is just so sweet and fluffy! Love it!

13)I have a Dream by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: The reader shares a special dream with Jared and realizes there’s more to her dream than she knew.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; Dirty Talk, smut

My Review: Robin creates a beautiful AU in this fic! She combined supernatural canon with RPF! And special stories behind the tattoos which are so beautiful! I loved everything about this! Read it and go beg her for part 2! 😘😘

14)Fat Bottomed Omega by @melonshino

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader (Female and Plus-Sized)

Warnings: very nsfw, smut, also some fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, true mates, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), knotting, slightly insecure reader, not beta read

My Review: This was so sexy and sensual! I absolutely loved getting to see things from the readers and Dean’s POV. Curvy Reader was a bonus! And I love Dean’s considerations during their sexy time *wink wink. ALSO this is her FIRST smut AND a/b/o fic!!! Way to go!

15)Magic Dean by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: stripper!TFW

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Hot fucking smut!

My Review: holy fuck this fic is glorious!! I don’t even know where to start! The set up with the scene and characters is just perfect! And the gif/video attachment help paint a lovely picture of what our favorite boys would be doing!! If your panties aren’t wet after all that sexy they will be because there’s hot smut too! Whew it a good one! Trust me and read it! At home. In bed. Alone...

16)Skin on Skin by @glassjacket

Link:HERE

Link is to part three, which has links to parts 1&2

Summary: none

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Jared Padalecki

Warnings: graphic slash, m/m: oral sex, anal play, anal fingering, rimming, blow jobs, slight frottage, hand jobs, ejaculation breath play, bossy bottom Jensen / top Jared (though if you ask me I’ll tell you they’re both verses; these are just their roles in this particular fic)

My Review: I have never read strictly M/M as it’s just not my thing and I don’t ship J2, but MJ recommended this and OMFG. I read all three parts last night and couldn’t compose words until now!This is seriously fucking hot 🔥 ruined panties and everything. I also like the fact that it was very sensual and provided a sensory experience! Give this fic a try y’all!

17)A Place to Call Home by @luci-in-trenchcoats

Link:HERE

Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Warnings: language, angst

My Review: If y’all love fluff you have to read this series! I’ve never read another fic like it and it’s incredible! I love the storyline, the incorporation of the real Ackles family and the journeys we get to observe! This is one of my favorites!

18)Mommy’s Favorite by @impalaimagining

Link:HERE

Summary: As a single mother, caring for a sick child is never easy, but it gets even worse when they’re terrified of the doctor’s office. Things take a turn when the doctor seems to be an angel who has taken residence here on earth. 

Pairing: Doctor!Jared x female!ReaderAU

Warnings: mentions of needles, fear of doctor’s offices, single parenting, Jared being a total sweetheart

My Review: This is seriously so effing cute! Jared is a pediatrician- enough said! Tons of Fluffy adorableness and maybe some angst if your a toddler 😜

19)Nesting in Vancouver by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: The Reader needs her Alpha, and he’s in Vancouver.

Pairing: Alpha!Jared x Omega!Reader

Warnings: begging, fingering, smut, A/B/O dynamics.

My Review: This is so sensual and loving! It’s A/B/O and Jared gives the reader what she needs while she’s in heat and nesting. And of course Jared is a precious bean!

20)Captivated by @saxxxology

Link:HERE

Summary: Working for the prominent lawyer, Sam Winchester, is the best thing to ever happen to you… or so you think. He’s smart, hardworking, and does his best for the people around him. He takes a firm interest in you, almost immediately seeing you as much more than just a lawyer-in-training, which quickly spirals into an after-hours life of trust, loyalty, and desire.

Pairing: Sam x Reader (Lawyer!AU)

Warnings: virgin!reader (eventual loss of virginity), smut, BDSM lifestyle, fluff, eventual discussions of non-con and resulting mental health problems, heavy angst,

My Review: Y’all this series is fucking incredible! It has everything we love about Sam! He is a sweet, polite, patient, caring, gentleman with a hit at his dominant side in the bedroom! It Is SO FUCKING GLORIOUS! I was literally a puddle the entire time! Something about Dom!Sam with the patience of a Saint and a gentleman to boot? Phew! You certainly had me Captivated!! I just wish I could read more! But I understand I mean C’mon people it takes 5 seconds to reblog gloriousness! You want more? Show the writer how much you love their work!!

21)Full Service by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link:HERE

Summary: Sequel to Bottle Service. Carly has accepted Jared and Jensen’s offer to be theirs. Now what?

Pairing: Jensen x Jared x Carly

Warnings: Jensen x Jared, J2, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Verse Jensen, Jensen Topping from the Bottom, Dominance, Bondage, dirty talk (especially Jensen), cum marking, fisting, cunnilingus, no condoms, bathing, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory

My Review: words cannot describe the emotion I experienced. Nothing has made me feel the way I did while reading this. I don’t even know how to describe it, I am speechless. Sweet fucking Jesus Christ tap dancing on a crumbling cracker! You have ruined me! You paint a gorgeous fucking picture! This is incredible and I can’t wait for part 2!

22)You Saved Me by @impalaimagining

Link:HERE

Summary: see link

Pairing: Jared x Reader, past Evan (OC) x Reader, past Jared x Genevieve

Warnings: see link

My Review: I love this series! No disrespect to Jared and Gen I love their marriage. This is just a fun view of Jared navigating single dad life! Super sweet and fluffy, with a dash of angst and a pinch of smut!

23)Bittersweet Symphony by @ladywinchester1967

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Kaylee(OFC)

Warnings: (part 1) Drinking, swearing, mentions of homelessness, talk of abortion, Winchesters being adorable.

My Review: I absolutely LOVED this 4 part series! It has a little bit of everything; smut, fluff, angst, FLUFF! I love getting to see this side of Dean and it melts me every time!

24)The Mud on Your Boots by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link:HERE

Summary: It's been a while for Donna, and with a wedding and a recent purchase of sex toys, an unexpected visitor is more than welcome.

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, forehead kissing, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex, schmoop, fluff, face riding, drinking alcohol, drunk sex, chili stirring for @maddiepants cunnilingus, more dirty talk, tongue fucking, female ejaculation/squirting, Dean manhandling Donna

My Review: This series is glorious! I release a lot tomDonnas inner monologue in the beginning lol but Dean is just so sweet and gentle with her it makes me swoon!

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[whatamessz]

Fic “Take my Head”

Welllllll back in october @dreaming-powder and I talked about kink- and goretober and I…erm… wasted an opportunity started this thing which was sitting in my drafts since then, mocking me. Lately I’m extremely frustrated with my writing and it totally shows, but I had to finally get this out or it would haunt me. Sorry I kinda trashed your prompt ;_;

Summary: 10 Million years late to the Garage Palace Party, PWP loosely based on the visualizer.

Cleaned up and edited version on AO3.

3563 words | rating: explicit | 2Doc | 2D’s POV | TW: mentions  of   contagious disease, graphic content, injuries, blood, zombies | beware extremely flat critisism of governmental power structures and oral sex

2D sat on the mattress, perched up against the wall, his head put back against his neck. The blood from his nose finally must have stopped flowing, but the vague luminescence of the glow-in-the-dark-stars they had adhered to the ceiling in an attempt to make the storage unit more cozy was mesmerizing enough to keep staring.

The garage – located somewhere in the suburbs in a former small town in Essex, of all places – was their current hide out. It had been scarcely furnished already, but almost everything they’d brought in was tossed over or broken now. 2D couldn’t care in this moment. His head and his ribs hurt and he could taste his own blood in the back of his throat. His shirt and hands were stained red too. No handkerchiefs in the post apocalypse.

He mulled over his momentary situation. They lived in a storage unit because these days, safe living space was a resource everyone craved. That’s why the improvised military government had confiscated every inhabitable home with the ultimate plan to clear and declare the houses as secure for redistribution to the surviving population of the country. Up until now, this didn’t really happen. However, this and several other measures taken were ultimately just a leverage on the people to consolidate their position and suppress rioting. At least, that was how Russel had explained it to them. 2D had found that fairly persuasive since, if you wanted a home or just shelter, food rations, medical care, clean water and relative safety, you were told to go to The Refuges first.

The Refuges, where it could be made sure you wouldn’t carry or infect yourself with the O-virus and cause a new outbreak again. The Refuges where you could be surveilled and where the disease, whatever that meant, was annihilated and were you could wait for the promised piece of safety and normality you so hoped for.

The Refuges were a lie. The Refuges were horrible. The Refuges were a place where you got your most basic needs fulfilled, as long as you played along the rules the government set and accepted everything they provided to you in their grace. The Refuges were a place, where people in need, in fear and in pain lived together on smallest spaces, perishing on the wait for things to come. The Refuges were a pool to recruit workers to rebuild this glorious nation on nothing but promises of a shining future. The Refuges were a tool and a field of experimentation to see in what infinitesimal bits you could split a society and still rule them in an economic effective way. The Refuges were a place where, once you’d arrived out of free will or pure desperation, you were meant to stay and wait for your assigned purpose.

That was why they’d left. Secretly and in hurry from the great Royal Refuge of South London. In 2D’s opinion it was ridiculous to even call a camp like that. Nobody had heard from a queen or a king in years.

He didn’t like to think back on their time there or the night they had fled. It usually brought back vivid nightmares and he curled in a little just from the thought. However, they weren’t the only people who had managed to leave. There were also still many who never went to a Refuge in the first place.

They all more or less tried flying under the radar through wildly dispersing over the country side where people tried their luck in the less crowded areas. From time to time, there were raids rumored to be initiated from the government, but it was impossible to keep all of the scattered population in check, so they had decided the unruly-people-problem would likely regulate itself if they didn’t guarantee protection from remaining zombies, mobs and catastrophes like the “accidental” wild fires in summer. The government had made it clear, that everything outside the camps and greater cities was lawless land.

Partially, they had been right. The waves of roaming zombies admittedly had declined in the last two years, but with hierarchy temporarily so disassembled, people started testing.

So far, two main forms of social coexistence had become especially apparent: community building and gang building. The communities were extremely guarded and with the increasing pressure from the government, their biggest problem was their relative inflexibility. The bad thing with the gangs was, they weren’t usually friendly. Like everyone, they fought for survival and they took what they could find to ensure that. Sometimes – often – that meant stealing from other people. Like them.

Against all odds, Noodle, Russel, Murdoc and 2D had somehow managed to survive the zombie outbreak together, but they weren’t part of a community, nor of a gang. Or maybe they were their own gang minus the robbing people part. Mostly he was fine with this, but in moments like this the flaws of this state of being became apparent to 2D.

He flinched when he heard steps approaching outside that interrupted his train of thoughts. For a moment, he was afraid the group of rowdies would return, but it was only one pair of feet this time. He could see the familiar boots emerge under the half open roller blind before it was pulled up a bit more and Murdoc strode in. His left side was widely covered in blood, the scythe casually draped over his shoulder and he was smiling widely like a manic death god.

“Daddy’s home, children,” he announced himself enthusiastically and with the greyish light that came in from behind he looked like the legend he was known as in these suburbs and 2D briefly wondered if the blokes would have attacked Gorillaz makeshift headquarters if they would have known it was Murdoc’s too.

Well… who was he trying to convince? They probably would have anyway.

“Hey,” 2D greeted him and his voice sounded thick and nasal.

Murdoc’s atomic smile faltered visibly when he took in the state of the garage unit and finally the state of 2D. He growled exasperated.

“Bunch’a gangsters stopped by to check if we got anything interesting to loot.”

“Those fucking thugs that recently roam around in our territory?”

Their territory? Ok, maybe they really were a gang now and he didn’t notice.

2D just shrugged, taking in Murdoc’s appearance. His jeans and dirty white shirt were lavishly adorned with reddish brown splashes, so the evidence he had just offed a few flesh eaters was right there, but the scythe’s blade had already been polished back to its shiny menace. 2D knew, theoretically, Murdoc had just been checking and clearing on their supplies stash, but when the man came back looking every inch the anti-hero of one of those zombie films 2D had so loved before all this, he couldn’t help but feel a little warm and excited tuck deep in his belly. Murdoc had never looked healthier or more alive since most people around him were (un)dead. The scythe was a statement too, of course. When the outbreak came, it was just a quick defense tool he had grabbed from their requisites, but over time Murdoc had proven to be surprisingly skilled with it and because it fitted his shitty goth aesthetic like nothing else, he ultimately chose the scythe as his signature weapon.

2D could honestly understand how it made an impression on people when Murdoc came out of nowhere, slicing his way through rotting bodies like a hot wire through cheese, scattering organs everywhere, laughing like a lunatic and disappearing after his “work” was done. It sure made an impression on 2D.

“Took our torchlights. And the pillow,” 2D reported contritely. “But they left the sleeping bags at least.”

Murdoc send a string of curses while he was walking through the mess. He kicked aside broken glass on his way over and sat back up a shelf they had made from old apple crates.

“I knew it was a good idea to keep our important supplies hidden elsewhere,” he mumbled.

He leaned the scythe to the wall and took off the bag he had carried. He shad his heavy leather jacket too before he plopped down on the mattress next to 2D with a sigh.

Curious, 2D examined Murdoc from the closer range. He could see now how Murdoc got spatters of dried blood on his face and in his hair as well.

“You’ve got blood everywhere,” 2D stated his observation, the mild concern obvious in his voice.

“Could say the same about you. ’S not mine though,” Murdoc answered with a lopsided grin on his withering face. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick some of it from his upper lip cockily. 2D shivered. The only good thing they had brought back from the Refuges were the vaccinations against the O-Virus.

“Good,” 2D just offered exhaling, gaze drifting back up to the glowing plastic stars. Murdoc then gently grabbed his chin to indulge in his own studies on 2D’s injuries.

“Too bad we lost the torches. The light’s crap in here. No deeper cuts? Nothing’s broken? Just a busted nose and a split lip?”

2D watched him intently. He liked it when Murdoc cared for him. A little too much maybe.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this, you know that,” he muttered out. In the same breath of air, he silently cursed his dumb brain.

Murdoc watched him apprehensively for just a heartbeat longer.  Then he smirked.

“Yes,” he said. “Plus, slashing zombies makes me incredible horny.”

2D only had time to blink before he felt Murdoc’s lips on his own, noses crushing together and it hurt, but all of a sudden everything he wanted was more of this to take him out of his miserable boredom. The cut on his lip burned with sensation that made his heart pick up its pace. He could taste the coppery savor again, but this time so intensely it made his stomach churn.  The imagination of the blood on their lips mixing buzzed through his head and he sighed softly into the kiss. The knowledge that this was zombie blood made him feel ill as much as it turned him on in a weird way. One should think that the actual outbreak of the apocalypse would have cured him of his weird kinks, but after they had settled in what could be considered a relatively quiet life under these circumstances and the zombies and their spreading disease weren’t the biggest thread anymore, he had learned that this wasn’t the case. Quite the opposite.

Murdoc chuckled lowly in response to his sigh and retreated for a second to check on him.

“We need to clean you up later” he suggested. 2D put a hand up Murdoc’s neck, gently brushing the thumb over the bassist’s face and leaving a bloody smear on his hollow, stubbly cheek in the process. They would have to beg Noodle for her gas cooker to heat some water when she was back.  

Murdoc put his hands around 2D’s waist and pulled him closer, 2D straddling his legs, before he dove in again and licked teasingly slow over the cut on his lip. That elicited a sharp hiss from the former singer and Murdoc used the opportunity to pry his mouth open with his tongue a little further.

2D felt dull pain pulsating through his nose when he needed to take deeper breaths now, but he managed to work around this issue and let Murdoc explore his mouth. He could feel his tongue rub and suck along the tender gum where his front teeth used to be a lifetime ago. His eyes fell shut and he let out an appreciative moan now.

Spurred by this, Murdoc let a cool hand wander under 2D’s stripy shirt and up his sore ribcage, where a heavy boot had kicked him not quite one hour ago before the five gang members had buggered off again. 2D flinched slightly at the gentle contact and opened his eyes. Murdoc didn’t immediately stop kissing him, but his expression was knitted in disapproval when he glanced up questioningly.

2D shook his head slightly. “’S nothin’, just be careful,” he whispered, not wanting to stop this. He gave Murdoc’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. For a brief second, he thought about the fact that the roller blind still was half up, but their mattress was tucked away enough in a corner of the unit and hidden behind a now depleted shelf. He just had to remember to keep quiet. He also hoped that Noodle and Russel wouldn’t return from their tour or that other unannounced guests wouldn’t like to pay a visit again right now.

“Painkillers may be rare, but daddy’s got something else for your ouchies,” Murdoc purred into his ear, which caused 2D to back off a bit with a snicker.

“Woah don’t you think I didn’t notice how you tried to establish that daddy shit again in the first place,” he said defiantly. “Daddy kink is not going to happen in this garage, you old letch.”

Murdoc looked at him, eyes torn wide open in mock offence. “So I am the letch now, am I? Then remind me again who initiated this, huh? Besides, you still look like you ate out Bloody Mary, so don’t give me shit on my humble peculiarities.”

2D shot him a sour look. Of course, he couldn’t really see Murdoc’s eyebrows under the heavy fringe, but he still could guess the suggestive wiggle he offered in return.

“Didn’t you just confirm right in front of me that you get a hard-on from slaying zombies?”

Murdoc shrugged. “You get a hard-on from watching me slaying zombies, so I think that’s a tie. What brings me back to the point at which we just stopped,” Murdoc countered and let him slip from his thighs to lean back against the wall again.

Murdoc fixed him there with a cunning gaze, then kneeled in front of him and slowly slid the pair of braces down from his wife beater shirt. 2D felt himself swallow down a heavy lump in his throat. Murdoc pushed his thighs apart and leaned down into him again for a deep and longing kiss. The fuck he looked like he ate out Bloody Mary, he thought while his pounding nose reminded him that Murdoc was probably right, but he had an appetite for something entirely else now. He started fondling the front of Murdoc’s jeans, but his fingers were batted away gently. Instead, he felt how Murdoc pulled up his bloodstained shirt a bit and fiddled with his fly. Relatively clueless on what exactly he was trying to attempt, 2D still felt how he and his dick grew more and more impatient. A violent shiver ran through his body when Murdoc’s tongue and lips left his mouth and wandered down his jaw and neck to suck little bites here and there. His fingers were wandering up 2D’s good side now and starting to tease his nipple with soft brushes. When Murdoc finally managed to undo the zipper and lost no time shoving his hand down 2D’s underpants, he already whimpered soft little chirps into the twilight of their storage unit.

Murdoc finally stopped the work on his neck and looked up at him, wearing an expression that made 2D a little nervous. He slid his thumps under the waistband of 2D’s pants and wiggled them down with some effort. 2D’s erection sprung free and Murdoc watched it admiringly for a short moment before he lowered himself onto his belly and dug his nose into 2D’s blue trail to happiness, inhaling the scent that, given their current circumstances, was probably a bit stronger than he’d have liked. Murdoc didn’t seem to care one bit though. 2D put his head back against the wall and looked pleadingly up to the weak light of the plastic stars.

“Shit, I was thinking about you the whole way back. How you’d just wait for me, bored out of you mind curtesy to your sprained ankle. Nothing to do but just wait for me and my ready ass. Letting daddy bring home some nice presents,” Murdoc mused and adorned every few words with a kiss to his belly and hipbones.

2D rolled his eyes and huffed. “Yeah I bet you wish, perv. You just make this shit up on the spot.” He had wanted his answer to sound keen, but it might have come out a little needier than he liked. He planned on further commenting Murdoc’s half-assed attempt of dirty talking him, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a clipped moan because the former bassist silenced him effectively by taking the tip of his cock into his mouth and giving it a hard lick. A second lick made 2D buck, so Murdoc dug his hands into his hips to press them down and take more of his dick into his mouth.

2D’s breath hitched and he put his hands on Murdoc’s shoulders, guiding him further down. Murdoc let out an appreciative grunt and looked up to him.

They knew each other long enough now that 2D could tell how Murdoc was suppressing the urge to stop and make a sassy comment, so he planted a hand into that thick hair and pressed him down a little further.

“Don’t you dare stopping now, Mister Niccals, better hurry up a little,” he commanded breathily and could see the conflict flaring up in Murdoc’s eyes for a brief moment.

Luckily, this time the urge for retaliation expressed itself in the form of deep swallowing, so he closed his eyes with a gasp and put his head back against the wall.

Murdoc’s head bopped back up again and 2D could feel his tongue licking the downside of his dick before it swirled around his head so slowly and with just the right amount of pressure to make him squirm so much Murdoc had to clutch his hips again.

2D tried to hold back his moans through clenched teeth as Murdoc continued to go up and down his length again.

Lust filled the crisp air of the garage and his breathing got more erratic with every minute this continued. He felt himself getting closer soon despite the relatively easygoing tempo his lover stroke.

When another moan slipped from his throat, he bit his lip in frustration, forgetting about the injury. He hissed sharply and could taste freshly dawn blood.

“I think I’m close,” 2D warned, voice gradually higher, but all Murdoc did was casting him an unimpressed look through his fringe and carrying on in his determined task. His toes curled in his sneakers and he lost Murdoc’s name and a few sighs along the process.

Suddenly, Murdoc hollowed his cheeks when he lifted his head up once again, put his tongue to the tip of his head and let it glide firmly over his leaking slit.

“Ah- Da-,” 2D could clutch the hand over his mouth just in time before the word slipped over his lips. Conveniently, it also swallowed the obscenely loud groan that wanted to escape his throat when he finally came and to his own shame, he couldn’t entirely exclude the possibility that his orgasm came so quickly because of how he surprised himself in this embarrassing way.

When Murdoc came back up at him, rubbing his mouth clean with the back of his hand, he positively beamed.

“Wipe that stupid grin right off your face, I was caught up in the moment,” 2D pouted, still audibly out of breath.

Naturally, Murdoc didn’t wipe his grin off, but started an obnoxious chuckle when he was done swallowing. “Oh no, ‘D, forget it. I heard that and it will be etched into my memory until the day you dig my grave.”

2D, to high on post-orgasmic dopamine to come up with a swift response, shoved his face away playfully.

“Still not establishing a Daddy kink,” he stated decidedly with a glare.

“You’ll get used to it.” Murdoc’s grin still seemed inextinguishable.

2D considered simply ignoring him while he was about to tuck himself back into his trousers, but then he turned his head around to face Murdoc again before he zipped up.

He crawled closer to Murdoc, preying grin suddenly plastered on his own face. “Or perhaps,” he started and came to a halt so close in front of Murdoc’s lips that he could feel their breaths mixing, foreheads almost pressed together. Murdoc’s face twisted up in expectation. That’s when 2D starts gradually pressing Murdoc down on the mattress with on hand to his chest, faces still close. “Or perhaps we switch up the expectation about who calls who a ‘daddy’,” 2D cooed and he could feel Murdoc swallow when he hit the mattress.

2D shifted to lick the zombie blood from his cheek and heard a low approving growl from beneath him. Murdoc’s ribcage touched his when he took a deep breath.

“Well, last time I counted we still had eight condoms left. So maybe make a use of them before we have to go on a new raid,” Murdoc suggested with a smirk.

“Yes. And maybe we should close the blind soon,” he said before he engaged him in a hungry kiss that made his battered lip and ribs hurt so sweetly.

[diminuel]

Reading List: April

I missed archiving fics I read in March, but I’m back for April. Some of the fics I might have read in March. I’m still not very good at keeping track of what I read when! But the important part is that you get some fics to read! ;D

I’ve added the archive warnings in the brackets in case there were any, but didn’t include the tags. So make sure to read them.

Enjoy! ♥

bring it on home by xylodemon (2.4k)

"She ─" Sam grimaces again. "She likes tea, right?"

Dean hesitates. He pictures their old kitchen in Lawrence ─ the floral wallpaper, the walnut cabinets, the pots and pans hanging on hooks. Sheer, white curtains had hung in the windows, and Mary had left them open because she'd liked plenty of sunlight. It had smelled like coffee in the mornings. Dean had always lined his army men up on the table before eating his Cheerios.

"I don't know," he admits. "She ─ maybe."

Soft and gentle, but also slightly melancholy coda fic for 12x02

The One: Supernatural Edition by motorbike_on_the_avenue (73k)

The One is America's #1 dating show!

Twenty contestants will spend six weeks competing in tasks, to show the American public they should be picked to marry the suitor. Over the six weeks, they'll be voted down till just The One remains...

Dean Winchester is this year's suitor. A 34 year old firefighter from Kansas he isn't entirely sure why he applied to a dating show where he has to get married at the end.

Especially since he'll never have met (or seen) anything about his future lawfully wedded whatever.

But just who will be voted The One?

This is such an enjoyable fic! Dean and Cas don’t even meet each other until the very end, but the premise is so captivating and I constantly was nervous and rooting for my faves *lol*

Kitchen Overhaul by Powerfulweak (Explicit, 20k)

For Dean Winchester, his family’s bakery is his life, even if business is tanking. When his brother volunteers them for the reality show “Kitchen Overhaul”, Dean is less than enthusiastic with changing anything about his beloved bakery. He is even less enthusiastic to deal with the infamously icy host, Chef Castiel Novak.

Just like the previous fic on the list, this fic also has a TV show format as the premise of its story, but it’s more in the background. I loved this a lot! I got frustrated because of Dean, then because of Cas, but it’s all very rewarding!

Peak Homosexual by K_K_TiBal (3.7k)

You know that thing that happens where you hear something really homophobic in public so you gay it up as much as you can? This is that story.

Cute, pretend relationship fic! ♥

Neighborly Behavior by Annie D (scaramouche) (1.8k)

Cas and Dean at a neighborhood potluck, in an AU where they're both kinda assholes.

It’s hilarious and always good for a re-read!

Dean's Table by through_shadows_falling (4.9k)

On Castiel’s first day waiting tables at the Roadhouse Diner, his co-worker tells him to save a spot for Dean, a young veteran with a cane who sits in the same corner booth every day. Dean doesn’t talk, but Castiel’s charm soon works its magic until Dean reveals that he’s there to reconnect with his brother after a painful falling out. Castiel hopes Dean will succeed, even as Castiel's roommate, Sam, visits the diner one morning.

Lovely story about Cas easing Dean out of his lonely shell. And it also includes a happy reunion.

The Glen by Annie D (scaramouche) (3.2k, Explicit)

Dean's run out of excuses to not claim Cas, so he finally does. Better late than never, right?

This is actually set after a previous story, which focuses on Sam and Kevin. It might be slightly confusing without the previous part but I think still an interesting read, especially with the following part!

The Shop on the Corner by CasCase (18.6k, Mature)

Two years ago Castiel left behind his job and his past to fulfill his dream of opening a neighborhood bookshop. Now, his shop is popular and he’s finding himself fitting in with his new community. He’s perfectly happy with his quiet life among the books.

Perhaps the only thing that could make it absolutely perfect would be the attentions of Dean-the-Delivery-Guy. But, of course that means Castiel will have to work beyond his own insecurities to find a way to see the gorgeous man more than once a week.

Maybe he should stick to the books after all.

This was fun and lovely and even though there’s a bit of angst and pining involved, Dean’s gentle patience were lovely!

In Someone Else's Life by blue_morning (4.5k)

Cas never believed in love at first sight, but when he accidentally crashes a wedding trying to keep his brother out of trouble, it happens to him. Happy ending, right? Yeah, except that the man he falls for just happens to be the groom.

Light-hearted misunderstandings (mostly Gabriel’s fault) and an absolutely hilarious ending!

The Return Policy by aileenrose (12.9k, Explicit)

"Most of his visitors are academics. They come from universities all over the nation, sometimes beyond. Others write books. The man in the Reading Room today is neither. He’s a tall, irritated man with a federal badge."

The federal agent's partner is usually the one who does the research. And even though Cas doesn't think this man is a real federal agent, he's happy to help where he can.

A great read, close to canon, with lovely atmosphere!

Do You Need a Stepdad? by supernatural9917 (1.8k)

When Claire Novak tweets a picture of her dad cooking, she didn't expect to go viral, or for everyone to be quite so hot for her dad.

Based on a photo prompt: Teenager Claire posts a snarky tweet about her single dad Cas, and gets this response. She says ‘LOL no he’s gay’ so Dean tweets to ask if she needs a stepdad!

It might be short but it’s incredibly delightful! 

How to Keep Time by aileenrose (6.6k, Mature)

Dean's just beginning to learn that some times are more precious than others.

Very touching fic, featuring homeless Cas making beautiful things and Dean having to (re) learn what’s truly valuable.

The Neighboring Perspective by aileenrose (12.7k, Mature)

Dean's newly single, in a new house, and a brand-new father to boot.

Dean's also got this weird thing where some stranger is leaving baby clothes on his porch at night.

A very lovely fic with Cas breaking my heart with his softness and his sadness...! ;w;

Best You Ever Ate by darkforetold (1.7k, Explicit)

Cas sucks—under a table at Ma's Diner.

A PWP! :D

For Science by shiphitsthefan (6.1k, Explicit)

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

It might sound like a cracky PWP, but it’s not! It features ace!Cas and Dean figuring out their sexual relationship. It’s sweet and funny~

Remarkable by shiphitsthefan (3.7k)

It’s only Castiel’s first day as a teacher at All City Elementary in Sioux Falls, and he’s already been warned by four teachers, the guidance counselor, the principal, and the librarian to watch out for Ben Braeden’s father. Unluckily for Castiel, Dean turns out to be just as “helpful” as everyone’s said, bringing in stacks of literature and just as many ideas for how Mr. Milton can encourage his students to be more socially conscious. Castiel dismisses him every time with hardly a second thought.

When Ben brings in his Patriot Day essay assignment, Mr. Milton can't help but change his mind.

I love how passionate and insistent Dean is about social issues. And the way the other teachers speak about Dean makes me sad, but at least Cas makes an effort and the whole fic is very sweet and uplifting!

Made Manifest by schmerzerling

Wherein Castiel defied God for Dean before Dean even knew his name.

I was craving trans!Dean fic and this was recommended to me. It’s really good, focusing on Dean up until Cas pulls him out of hell and recongizes Dean for who he is. Dean, not Deanna.

Low Battery Blues by destielonfire (4k)

Wherein a dead phone battery ruins an otherwise perfectly good and well-intended joke and causes Cas to think Dean broke up with him.

Misunderstanding with a happy ending!

Parent's Weekend by Piper_Halliwell1979 (1.7k)

Claire needs a "dad" to come meet one of her professors during Parent's Weekend at college. She can't get hold of Cas so Dean steps up to help her out. Turns out Claire wouldn't mind if she had two dads.

Dean and Cas both pretend to be Claire’s dads!

This Is Gonna Have Consequences, Kid by omgbubblesomg (Explicit, 3.6k)

Modern AU. Dean is looking for someone to spend the night and Cas is working the streets

PWP with sex worker Cas, featuring younger!Cas and older!Dean.

The Ritual by HazelDomain (Explicit, 9.6k // non-con cw)

The Winchesters were used to being outnumbered. They weren’t too worried about taking on humans, numerous though they may be. It was the ritual’s mystery guest that concerned them. 

Their intel wasn’t good. They knew the cultists needed the participation of some incredibly powerful being in order to complete the summoning. “Powerful” and “being” were both very loosely translated, as was “participation.”

I was on a hurt!Cas kick and this story has plenty of it. Cas was abducted by a cult and then found by the Winchesters once it’s been mostly completed. See the archive warnings (graphic violence and rape) and further tags!

Finding Courage by DarkHeartInTheSky (26.3k)

By allowing Lucifer to use him as a vessel, Castiel helped eliminate the Darkness and saved the World. But it may have been at the cost of Sam and Dean's friendship. Deciding he has nothing to live for without that, Castiel plans to end his life on his terms and be at peace---if only a certain ghost of an archangel would leave him alone. Meanwhile, Dean needs to learn to use his words.

A Supernatural "It"s A Wonderful Life" AU

More hurt Cas. Dean reacts very negatively once Cas is free of his possession, sending him away. As a consequence Cas tries to commit suicide and is given the chance to either die or return to life once more. It takes a while to convince him that he hasn’t lost everything. It’s sad but it has a good ending.

Specimen Two Eighty Five by HazelDomain (Explicit, 8k // non-con cw)

Prompt: Cas gets taken prisoner by the MOL or some other people. They lump angels in with all the other supernatural creatures, and believe they’re little better than animals. They keep Cas restrained and burn or tattoo warding on him. They talk about him like he can’t understand them. They strip him, examine him, make him manifest his wings. He can’t escape, and every day brings new mistreatment and misery.

Hurt!Cas and tortured Cas seems to be the theme of my reading at the end of April. What I particularly like about this is the non-linear narration!

Womb Kindred by Annie D (scaramouche) (Explicit, 33k)

It was probably too much to hope for that Castiel's once-betrothed, Dean of Winchester, never found out that they had a child together.

I adore this fic and the last chapter was recently posted. So it’s on my to re-read list! It’s got a very interesting setting and there’s constant tension between all the characters. Cas has been hurt in the past and while he is fierce in guarding Claire, there’s a sad resignation about him. And about Dean as well. They’re pretty much walking on eggshells around each other all the time and then they get flung into troubles which readjusts their relationship. While it has a good ending, it’s clear that it’s not a perfect happy ever after. 

Pining Sickness; Or, Murder With One Stone by athaclena, iraeim (Explicit, 57.8k)

New York, 1895. The rigid customs of the old century are beginning to fall away, allowing access to the professions for more people than just Omega men and Alpha women. Dean Winchester, the city’s first Alpha male Detective, uncovers evidence that a mysterious new illness killing mated couples might have its origins is the criminal rather than the medical.

Castiel Novak is a respectable Omega doctor who has started to see patients dying cruelly of something he cannot cure or even effectively treat. Approached by the Detective to once again give his medical expertise, he is eager to work towards finding a cause and, he hopes, a cure for the unfortunate sufferers. But both men harbour a secret attraction towards the other, and the quest for the truth will stretch their relationship beyond its limits.

A historical murder mystery set against a backdrop of a non-traditional Omegaverse.

I absolutely adored this fic! It’s got a historical setting and a very interesting world building which, as the summary advertises, features a non-traditional distribution of roles, with omega men at the top of society. The case itself is interesting and you just get a massive dose of pining between Dean and Cas, but it’s a quiet, resigned kind of pining, that really pulls at your heart.

Take On Me by Powerfulweak (Explicit, 46.4k)

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More than Gratitude

Pairing: Pathfinder Raeka/Sis!Ryder

Rating: MA

Warnings: Xenophilia, graphic sex, and inapproriate use of the Dalatrass title.

Summary: A sequel to A Pathfinder’s Gratitude. A PWP with a Part II, but get this: it’s longer than the last one and has some feels in it. It also features some speculative headcanons about sex taboos in salarian culture, which I swing backwards and forwards between but wanted to include for Raeka’s character.

If you enjoyed this and have an idea for a short story or PWP about any salarian character, or just want to talk about salarians tbh, then drop me a line.

Word count: 5609

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Sara fidgeted nervously outside the door to Pathfinder Raeka’s quarters. Naturally, considering the unexpected events of the pairs last meeting, she’d been ecstatic to receive the summons to Ark Paarchero. Now that she was here, however, she felt more bashful than a school girl; shifting her weight from foot to foot, adjusting and re-adjusting her hair, taking calming breath after calming breath.

Should I have dressed up?

Giving herself a once over, she pulled the zip of her leather jacket up… and then down again.

Down. Casual? Up. Smart casual? Down-

The decision was made for her when the doors to Raeka’s apartment suddenly whirred open.

“Pathfinder Ryder.”

Zevin Raeka appeared in the doorway, a welcoming smile on her face, “Don’t look so surprised, you are here to see me after all.”

“Pathfinder Raeka…”, Sara managed, her slight embarrassment at being caught dithering in the corridor was nothing compared to how taken aback she was by the salarian’s outfit.

Her hostess was wearing what, at first glance, seemed to be an ornate ceremonial gown. It was dark red, sleeveless, with an intricate golden trim around the seams; it fell just past her knees, with deep slits that ran the length of her thighs. A hood was also attached to the back, though Raeka didn’t have it up, and her exposed arms were clad in golden bangles.

Sara had seen enough salarians on the Citadel modelling full dress-robes to know they weren’t a people who did fancy in half measures. Still, it was a surprise to see her friend in cultural dress… she supposed Zevin might regard her own attire with a similar curiosity.

“How did you know I was there?”

“My scanner detected human life-signs in the corridor. I thought you might have gotten lost”,

Turning back into the apartment Raeka beckoned her guest to follow, crossing the room to a small seating area, and sitting down in one of the firm backed chairs.

Sara took a moment to glance around the rest of the room, it was large, spacious, and extensively decorated. Her eye was drawn to a large tapestry hanging above the bed; it had an unfamiliar symbol embroidered in the centre.

Raeka tracked Ryder’s gaze, “It’s my Clan sigil.”

“Hmm… it’s pretty.”

“Thank you. Please-”, the salarian gestured to the seat next to her, “-make yourself comfortable.”

Noting the human’s hesitation Zevin continued, trying to put her at ease, “I’d be happy to tell you more about my Clan ornaments if you’d like, though that wasn’t exactly my intention when I invited you here.”

 Sara rounded on her, raising an eyebrow, “And what were your intentions?”

“For us to have a chance to talk, away from prying eyes and ears”, Raeka leant back in her chair. Her body language at first glance seemed open, relaxed, but Ryder knew better.

“You look nice”, Sara mentally kicked herself as soon as the word ‘nice’ escaped her lips.

The salarian didn’t seem to mind, a distinct greenish colour rising in her cheeks, “Thank you, again. It’s nothing special, you should see my old Dalatrass robes.”

Tired of the distance between them, Sara dropped into the proffered chair; fiddling with the cuffs on her jacket to stop her hands shaking, “Wait, you were a Dalatrass?”

“Yes, briefly”, Raeka pulled a face, “I was suited to the bureaucratic manoeuvring, but my conscience is lighter now knowing that those who follow me do so out of choice. Plus, I have the freedom to pick my own battles, such as the effort to restore Erinle’s biodiversity.”

Ryder frowned, it struck her how little she had ever been told about salarian culture, “What do you mean they ‘do so out of choice’?”

“When a salarian hatches, we imprint on the first person we see. Regulations ensure that person is always the Clan Dalatrass, or Dalatrasses in the case of females. Imprinting lasts a lifetime, and we can be… cultish in our devotion to family.”

“The same could be said of humans, but that… surprises me”, Sara took a moment to process the information she’d been given, “You- salarians, I mean -always seem so logical. Considered.”

“You aren’t the first to assume that and, for the most part, it’s true”, she laughed, “We’re pragmatic, let’s say. What else can you be when you live forty years.”

 “Hey, you only need an hour of sleep per day”, Ryder smirked, “You’re getting more bang for your buck on an hourly basis.”

Zevin giggled, “That’s very true.”

Ryder resisted the urge to ask her hostess how old she was. Part of her was afraid of the answer. She did note that her hostess seemed to be squinting, and blinking in a slow, almost deliberate manner. Maybe this was the salarian equivalent of a human batting their eyelashes. She hoped so, and continued her questioning.

“So, you have children, right?”, she cringed internally. Real smooth, real smooth.

“Oh yes, many.”

“How many is many?”

“Hundreds.”

Sara tried, with some difficulty, to prevent the shock from registering on her face, “Oh, cool."

She was incredibly grateful when Raeka changed the subject.

“Perhaps you would like some wine?”  

“Hell yes.”

Raeka grinned, rising gracefully to her feet, she crossed the room to a tall bureau with dark metallic panelling.

Ryder watched on as the salarian returned with a bottle and two glasses, drinking in the view of her toned legs, quite visible beneath the scanty dress.

“I’m kind of surprised we’re drinking wine…” Sara queried, taking the offered glass.

“You don’t make a habit of drinking with salarians, do you?”

Ryder shrugged, “Usually in mixed company, where neither party is providing the liquor. This is your poison of choice?”

“Have you ever tried coort?”

“No.”

“Well”, Raeka smirked, “Let’s just say I’d opt for this any day of the week.”

Sara took a sip, though she didn’t know much about wine – let alone port – she’d venture this was expensive, “Have your tastes always been so cosmopolitan?”

“More so in recent years. My Dalatrass training exposed me to a myriad of xeno-culture, but it came with strings. Responsibilities.”

If Sara hadn’t been watching so closely she would have missed slight twitch at the inner corners of the salarian’s eyes. The momentary stiffening of her shoulders, and the tensing of her lips.

“What kind of strings?”

“I was given a chance to sample a great deal of what the galaxy had to offer. The catch was, first and foremost, that I had to prospect each and every new experience for its political utility.”

“The way you talk about it, it’s so clinical. Don’t you ever miss it?”  

“Not at all”, Zevin shook her head vehemently, before taking a gulp of her drink.

Sara followed suit, continuing to press her host playfully, “Come on, not even a little?”

The salarian bit her lip, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Only the title.”

Ryder burst out laughing, “Really? Dalatrass Raeka does has a nice ring to it. Though you didn’t strike me as the type for titles.”

“A fact which doesn’t leave this room, Pathfinder.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Dalatrass.” 

They sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other. Sara could have sworn Zevin’s expression was expectant, and perhaps a little uncertain.

Ryder’s cheeks felt hot, her body reacting to the wine and the sudden shift in the intensity of their conversation, “And what opportunity are you looking for after serving this wine tonight?”

Raeka brought a hand to her heart, her tone mock offended, “None. Fine company deserves fine wine.”

“Good, because your wiles won’t work on me…” Ryder paused, gauging her reaction.

The salarian’s large eyes grew wider still and Sara realised, for the first time, she couldn’t distinguish the colour of the pupil from the iris. She could, however, say two things about them with certainty: that they held a thousand secrets she would never be privy to, and that she was utterly enthralled by their beauty.

“It’s not because I don’t think you’re charming, or that you’re not a most gracious hostess…”

As Ryder approached Raeka found herself rising to her feet, almost instinctively, to meet her halfway.

The salarian was used to picking up on the cues of mental arousal, all of which she was feeling, but that didn’t account for the bodily sensations she was also experiencing.

Elevated heartrate, mild increase in adrenaline, substantial increase in blood flow around horns and… She faltered in listing her symptoms. Unexpected. 

The way the human was eyeing her up, like she was about to pounce on her, caused a shiver to cascade down her spine. She couldn’t deny that she liked it. No more than she could deny that she had been anxiously awaiting Sara’s arrival all afternoon. So much so that she’d programmed a scanner specifically to alert her when she was outside the door.

Despite all that, she hadn’t been expecting this kind of bodily reaction, Maybe it’s just the wine…

“… but because I know what you want…”

Right, yes, Ryder, still talking. Zevin schooled her face into an expression she hoped did not reveal she’d been caught up in her own thoughts. Wait, what?

“Oh?”

“… and I’m more than willing to give it to you.”

“Ah, I see.”

Sara was so close now, all Raeka need do was lean in and their lips would meet. Yet she held back. Uncertainty bubbling inside her, despite the liquid courage, and despite Ryder’s explicit signalling she was clear to proceed.

The salarian even jumped a little when she felt the human’s hands settle on her waist.

She suddenly felt shy, this was a greater indiscretion than their last encounter. She’d sought out this woman’s company not once, but twice now; a fact as inescapable as the blood rushing to her...

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Dalatrass”, Sara’s grip tightened on the salarian’s waist as she spoke, her fingers twisting into the material of the dress.

Raeka nodded, coyly averting her gaze, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot too…”

You want this. She wants this. Those traditions are from a galaxy over six shrelling centuries in the past. Get on with it.

Sara was surprised by the force with which Zevin pressed herself into her arms, and eagerly matched the salarian’s frantic movements when their lips finally met. Gripping her lover tightly, she steered them in the direction of the bed.

Raeka staggered backwards, steadied by the human’s hands on her hips.

The pair parted only momentarily to tear off their outer clothes, and in Zevin’s case jewellery; all of which were quickly discarded as they tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Sara relished the feeling of having the lithe alien pinned beneath her. Grinding her hips against her, she felt some satisfaction from the friction generated by the salarian’s knickers. Even greater was the satisfaction she gained from the noises her lover made when she grazed her teeth against her neck. Spurred on by the need to have the more experienced Pathfinder writhing beneath her, Ryder managed - with a little resistance - to flip the salarian onto her front.

Raeka whined as Sara pressed her down into the sheets. Clawing at the pillow, she felt Sara’s hand snake underneath her stomach. With what little movement she had, Zevin lifted her hips obligingly, allowing her lover access between her legs.

Raeka adored the fact that her lover’s fingers found their way to her cloaca with no questions asked. The fact that she didn’t have to explain her burning desire to be touched there, or why Sara’s insistent biting of her neck made her hot around her horns. She could let go and enjoy the moment without needing a reason.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”, Sara purred, rubbing her lover’s entrance through her silk undergarments.

The salarian let out a shuddering breath, rocking her hips against Sara’s hand. She could barely think, the feeling of being beholden to her lover’s desire like this was intoxicating.

“Uh”, Zevin tried to compose herself, but even through fabric the human’s touch made her head spin. Her mind was racing, the memory of having Ryder’s fingers inside her only heightening her anticipation of what was to come, “Sara, please…”

Ryder hooked her fingers around the elastic of Raeka’s panties and pulled them down to her knees; she allowed the salarian to lift each leg in turn to shimmy them off, but kept a firm had on her lower back to indicate she shouldn’t move any more. She scratched her nails up her lover’s back, running her left hand over her ass and down her outer thigh.

“You’re so sensitive…”, she murmured as the salarian trembled in response to her touch.

Zevin felt very exposed with her bottom elevated and underwear off, “Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm”, Ryder ran her fingers round the edges of Raeka’s cloaca, marvelling once more at the intricate tattoos that framed her thighs, lower back, and abdomen.

Wetting her fingers, Sara traced the outline of the salarian’s entrance, rubbing up and down the length of the slit, “You like that?”

Raeka’s body felt electrified by the human’s touch, “Yes, I want your fingers inside me.”

Sara laughed softly, and when she spoke her voice held mischief, “So, do salarians get wet or…?”

“Um, we-”, as Zevin began to formulate an answer Ryder gently pressed a finger into her, causing her to choke on her words, “we don’t- uh- don’t exhibit- uh- arousal in so-”

With the human sliding her finger in and out of her, even at a slow pace, it took all of Raeka’s willpower to continue. Her cloaca ached from the all too familiar sensation, but determined as ever she answered her lover’s question, “…in so visceral a way.”

Sara withdrew her finger to examine it, and was highly amused by the disappointed groan her lover made at the loss of contact. She drew her free hand up to caress the salarian’s thigh, marvelling at how smooth her skin was.

Not quite soft as human skin, though it seems to hold more moisture, she mused, before sharply bringing the palm of her hand down across Raeka’s ass.

Raeka yelped, pulling her head out of the pillow and twisting round to stare up at Ryder pleadingly. It had dawned on her what a compromising position she was in, the acknowledgement of which only increased her arousal.

If anyone found us like this… She moaned as she felt the human’s fingers begin massaging her entrance again. To be caught indulging such base desires would, in many salarian social circles, be an instant character assassination.

But with Sara, she felt safe; making no attempt to stifle a cry of pleasure when the human spanked her again.

Ryder could feel the tell-tale signs of her own arousal, from the wetness pooling between her legs to the heightened sensitivity in her clit. If what Zevin said was true, there would be no similar signs demonstrated by her body… and yet…

From this position, she could examine the salarian’s cloaca more closely. There were little ridges around the top and bottom that seemed slightly swollen, and the sharp hitches in breath when she touched those folds confirmed her suspicions as to what their purpose was.

Keeping two fingers stroking the sides of Raeka’s entrance, Sara pressed the flat of her tongue against the slit, licking up and down its length with firm, considered strokes. To ensure the salarian’s attentiveness, she slapped her hand across her ass every now and then.

Zevin hummed her pleasure, propping herself up on her elbows and arching her back so she could better rock her hips against the human’s mouth.

If Raeka had considered this before, she would have assumed that an alien with a longer, rougher tongue would be better suited to pleasing her this way. She was all too glad to discover this exercise was about more than just the tongue. The softness of the human’s lips, kissing and sucking at her sensitive skin, was enough to make her squirm. Soon the salarian was answering the subtle vibrations of her lover’s slightly muffled moans with her own. Whenever Sara’s tongue flicked over a particularly tender area, or better still intruded inside, Zevin made sure to reward her effort with gentle non-verbal encouragements.  

Sara couldn’t quite place the taste in her mouth, it was sticky, but didn’t have a particularly strong scent - Probably owing to a lack of sexual hormones – yet it cloyed around her lips and tongue in the most delicious way. Sara gripped the salarian’s ass with both hands to better expose her lover and drive her tongue further inside. She smacked her palms down on Raeka’s soft skin once more, relishing the squeals her more aggressive attentions brought forth.

It was the thought of Ryder’s tongue lapping at her as much as the raw sensation itself that was driving the salarian wild. Whilst Sara’s mouth was otherwise engaged, Raeka let her imagination supply mental stimulation.

She let her mind wander, picturing a lake and the splashing of a waterfall onto rocks, with the human pressing her down into damp grass by the water’s edge. Her horns were burning from base to tip, and it was all the salarian could do to grip the sheets and stop herself tipping to one side. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter still, she envisioned Sara marked by tattoos of a rival clan, dragging her back into the water to mate with her. As the human’s teeth began to tease at the sensitive glands around her entrance she felt completely undone. Any resistance to her more animalistic side was overrun by the need for release.

Ryder on the other hand was enjoying taking her time. Especially now that she could feel the salarian’s cloaca becoming stickier, with some of the liquid spilling over and running down her chin.

So much for salarians not getting wet.

Abruptly, she became aware that her lover’s weight had shifted downwards, and a noise that sounded like she was… scratching?

Bringing a thumb up to maintain some stimulation, Sara reluctantly removed her lips from her lovers leaking entrance and was amused, if a little taken aback, by the sight that greeted her.

Raeka had her face inches from the sheets, twisting her neck from side to side, viciously rubbing her horns against the pillow.

It took the salarian a few seconds to register the human had ceased her ministrations. She could feel her stare without looking. She opened one eye to meet the human’s inquisitive stare.

“Sara… you’re teasing me…”, she whined, indignantly.

Sara didn’t respond immediately, taking a moment to admire her handiwork. She caressed two fingers over Raeka’s entrance and, when she withdrew, the salarian’s arousal clung to them.

“Seems like you’re pretty wet to me…”

Zevin had time to do little more than blush as Ryder leant in and pressed her lips against her cloaca once more, spreading it open with her fingers and spitting into the slit to add a bit more lube; though she hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.  

Straightening into a seated position Ryder wrapped her arms around the salarian’s waist and yanked her into her lap, “Sit.”

Sara traced her fingers down the slightly outward curve of Zevin’s taught stomach, steering her lover to lean into her left shoulder.

Raeka sighed contentedly as the human’s fingers tended to her needs once more and obediently leant back against her. She was careful not to press too hard on the woman’s breasts, which she still had no idea what to do with yet.  

She also kept thinking about Sara’s comment on her being wet, which was compounded by the fact she could now really appreciate the truth of her statement.

She didn’t want to look at her cloaca. It felt hot and sticky, and her inner thighs were also slick with arousal. It was so carnal. For her body to react to so…

Her train of thought was interrupted as Sara’s fingers slid inside her. Two of them. Without warning. Almost all the way to the knuckle.

Raeka squealed, her hips jerking away involuntarily only to find herself held fast by the human’s other arm. Though the action was met with little physical resistance, it was only natural for the salarian to recoil from such a sudden intrusion.

“Shhh…”, Sara murmured, kissing her throat, “I know you can take it, just relax.”

Zevin groaned, her legs trembling and she forced them open to stay open; she snaked an arm around Ryder’s neck. The human was right, she could take it, and the dull ache in her cloaca as her lover pulled out seemed to indicate she wanted more, not less.

“You won’t be able to walk after I’m finished with you.”

Emphasising her point Ryder worked her fingers deeper on the second thrust; massaging the sensitive folds of skin around the outside with her thumb.

Raeka was panting, the sudden intensity of stimulation was dizzying. She turned and to look up at the human, batting her lower eyelids, “Fighting talk, Ryder…”, she paused to take a shuddering breath, “Do your worst.”

Their lips met with fiery intensity, kisses becoming sloppy as Sara’s hand found a rhythm between the salarian’s thighs.

Raeka’s moans were lost in Sara’s mouth, her eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensation. The urgency of her lover’s kisses set a tempo her unpractised mouth could barely keep up with, and thankfully Ryder seemed content to lavish her cheeks with attention in the moments when Raeka couldn’t match it. Her involuntary vocalisations of pleasure, which were coming hard and fast now, were echoed by her lover, and Zevin could feel the human’s arousal, hot and wet, against her lower back.

Sara was desperate to bring Raeka to release whilst holding her in her arms. Whilst they barely knew each other, and this was only their second ‘encounter’, it felt intimate, right. Besides, the noises the salarian was making were driving her wild. She would have thought Zevin would have tried to stay quiet, they were on Ark Paarchero after all, and she had made it clear that this wasn’t something she was comfortable with others knowing about. Maybe she’s too far gone to care.

“You’ll wake half the Ark, making noises like that…”, Ryder drawled, “Maybe that’s what you really want.”

The salarian tried to respond, but the only thing she could focus on was the throbbing of her cloaca and the way pleasure rippled in waves throughout her lower abdomen as it was forced to accommodate her lover. She opened her mouth, a strangled whine was about all she could manage.

“Perhaps you want to be caught. What would your Clan have to say if they knew you liked to be fucked rough like a mindless animal, Dalatrass?”

“I- I- I don’t, I-”, the salarian feebly protested. Being called by that title whilst being defiled like this was disrespectful, wrong… and she loved it.

“Yes, you do”, Sara growled, nipping at her lover’s cheek. She’d had an inkling that Raeka got off on the taboo nature of their coupling, and the more she thought about it, the more she realised she did too. There were hardly any taboos in human culture surrounding sex anymore, even if the consequences were just pretend – for her at least – the forbidden was always exhilarating.

“Not mindless. N-not like an- an animal”, Zevin hissed. Though her protestations were entirely futile as every movement of Sara’s fingers made her rut and moan.

“No? Then I suppose I’m not fucking you hard enough yet…”

Withdrawing her hand, Ryder slid her ring finger into her lover to wet it, before using all three to massage the sides of her cloaca.

Raeka could feel three fingers tentatively probing her entrance, a stream of untranslatable profanity gushing from her lips.

She wanted to watch. Opening her eyes, the salarian looked down and was shocked to see how much she had leaked over Sara’s hand, her own thighs, the sheets. She barely had time to contemplate the implications before Ryder pushed inside her once more. She found herself transfixed on the sight of the human’s fingers disappearing into her.

Ryder noticed the salarian turning away from her kisses, and the direction of her attention. She grinned wolfishly, “Is that enough for you, salarian? Are you full yet? Are you satisfied?” Punctuating each question with a wet kiss to her cheek.

Zevin could barely catch her breath, let alone answer. She was unsure how much more her body could handle before it gave way to sensory overload. She could not tear her eyes away from Ryder’s fingers; she was shocked to see her hips rolling to meet the human’s hand, and the clear liquid spilling out of her and coating Sara’s palm. By Shrell, the sounds that accompanied every thrust were obscene…

“If you want more, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

Raeka closed her eyes again, tilting her head back to rest on the woman’s shoulder. The human continued to whisper all manner of filth, interwoven with fervent kisses.

“P-please, Sara… I’ll do anything, just, please…”

“Yes, you will.”

Ryder slowed the pace of her hand to a more sensual rhythm, pressing deeper into her lover with little resistance, “But first I’m going to make you scream, Dalatrass. You’re going to cum with my fingers stuffed in your tight cloaca.”

Raeka braced a hand on Sara’s thigh, clinging hard to the woman as her muscles contracted. She shuddered as her pleasure reached its climax, spreading outward across her lower stomach and down her inner thighs, and causing more hot liquid to spill out from between her legs.

With the salarian gripping her so tightly, Sara clamped her free hand across Zevin’s mouth, stifling her lover’s cries as her orgasm hit. Role play aside, it would be hard to explain this to anyone who might come and check to see if the Pathfinder was being murdered.

When Zevin had stopped quivering, Sara thought it safe to remove her hand from her mouth… after watching her lover cum with such intensity, the throbbing in her clit had reached fever pitch. She needed to be touched.  

Raeka gripped Ryder’s wrist, groaning at the wet popping noise her cloaca made when she tugged the human’s fingers out.

“Zevin, are you alright?”, Sara studied her lover’s face, her eyes were still squeezed shut.

The salarian dragged Ryder’s sticky hand to her mouth, slipping them past her lips and sighing as she tasted herself. She blinked up at Sara, sucking on the human’s fingers hungrily.

“More than. Though I think it’s my turn to make you scream.”

Sara cradled her lover in her arms for a moment before setting her down onto her back. She straddled her, edging forwards so her knees were either side of Raeka’s head.

The salarian’s long tongue could easily reach her without having to lower herself all that much.

Zevin relished both the taste and the noise Sara made when she licked her. The human’s arousal dripped down her tongue and onto her lips. It tasted much more distinctive than her own, and she preferred it. She wanted more. Wrapping her arms around Sara’s thighs she encouraged her to come closer, and the human was all too happy to oblige.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Ryder gritted her teeth as Raeka’s dexterous tongue lapped from her entrance to her clit in firm, unfaltering strokes.

Looking down at her lover’s big, black eyes, Sara had to brace an arm against the wall, “How are you so good at that?”

Of course, Raeka didn’t reply, her mouth was somewhat engaged, instead swirling the tip of her tongue in circular motions around her lover’s clit.

Ryder whimpered, arching her back and trying to resist the urge not to bear down on her lover and start fucking her face. She’d cum too quickly like that and she wanted to savour every second of this.

The salarian gripped Sara’s ass, pulling her hips forward to meet her tongue as she pressed it against her entrance.

It was the first-time Ryder really considered how perfect salarian faces were for sitting on, without the sometimes-awkward nose squashing that could occur with humans. And, as Raeka’s tongue slid inside, she also contemplated how perfect other parts of salarian anatomy were.

Just as she felt her climax building, Zevin shoved her back, and Sara had to steady herself so she didn’t fall onto the alien beneath her.

Her lover was one step ahead of her, wriggling out from between Ryder’s legs and pouncing on her with agility that took the human by surprise.

“It’s my turn to be on top”, Raeka’s eyes were lit up with glee as she leant over Sara, who was propped up into a near seated position by her elbows. Zevin knelt between Ryder’s legs, pressing a finger against the human’s lips to hush her protests, and using her other hand to keep rubbing the woman’s clit.

“Now, what am I supposed to do with these?”, the salarian removed her finger from Ryder’s mouth and poked it into the soft tissue of her breast.

Sara yelped, “Hey-”, once more her protests were cut off, as Raeka soothingly teased at her cunt with her other hand.

It didn’t help Ryder’s concentration that she could see her arousal shining around the salarian’s lips.

“You suck on them, here”, Sara traced her the outline of her nipples with her index fingers, “And squeeze- gently.” She demonstrated the soft massaging movement she wanted on the swell of her breast. It was hardly the best explanation, but it was the best she could manage under the current circumstances.

Zevin nodded solemnly, “Lie back.”

Ryder complied without hesitation, all her thoughts overrun by a desperate need for Raeka’s touch.

Sara soon realised, however, that there was in fact something that salarians were not suited to. Sucking.

Encouragingly Ryder placed a hand behind her lover’s head, affectionately scratching at her horns, she instructed her, “Close your mouth around it- yes, just like that- now with your tongue…”

The pair retained near constant eye contact, only broken in moments when Sara stretched her neck back, pushing her chest out to help Raeka gain traction on her skin.

Zevin let go of Ryder’s nipple, and exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated, “I’m not good at this.” Her tone was apologetic, “I don’t think my people evolved with this in mind.”

“It’s okay”, Sara stroked the salarian’s cheek, “Your beautiful smile more than makes up for it.”

Raeka stared at her, blinking slowly.

“You’re too kind”, she muttered, before closing the gap between their lips. Kissing, she had decided, was an art she intended to gain full mastery of.

“And your tongue…”, Ryder murmured between kisses, “Your tongue also makes up for it.”

“Well-”, Zevin shoved Sara back on the bed, “I better start putting it to good use then.”

With her lover’s wicked tongue at work between her legs once more Ryder knew she was close to finishing. She took Raeka’s hands as they snaked around her thighs and gave them an affectionate squeeze every time her lover hit a particularly good spot.

She cried out the salarian’s name when she climaxed, arching her back off the bed, she felt like the only thing that mattered in the galaxy was the two of them.

Raeka crawled up and straddled her, going in for another kiss, her mouth coated in her lover’s cum.

The human kissed her, only briefly, before shakily sitting up, swallowing, and trying to catch her breath.

“Is something wrong, you did finish-”

Sara nodded reassuringly, and offered her a weak smile, biting her lip, “Zevin… I… I think if we keep doing this I’m going to fall for you.”

The salarian licked her lips, “Fall for me? I don’t understand…”

Ryder took her lover’s hands again, “As in catch feelings.”

Raeka looked taken aback, “I can assure you, Sara, you won’t catch anything from me. We all had mandatory medical examinations before we were cleared for-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean that I’d catch something from you, rather that I react to you in a certain way… a way that I’m not sure is healthy for me if it’s not reciprocated.”

This statement was met with another blank expression, “We’re both levi-amino acid species. Any reactions you’re having can, I’m sure, be fixed with a simple antihistamine.”

Sara shook her head, exasperated, “Romantic feelings, Raeka.”

“Oh”, the salarian blinked rapidly, not meeting the human’s gaze, “That’s… very sweet of you to, um, think of me in that way.”

Ryder also looked away defeated; staring resolutely at her hands, “But you don’t feel the same.”

“It’s not that”, Raeka quickly countered, “I just wasn’t expecting… You’re the first person to tell me that and… I don’t really know what to say.”

“So, there is something more here, it’s not all in my head?”

“I think so…”

“You think so?”

Raeka sighed, “This is new territory for me, Ryder. I’d never even considered romantic love a possibility, but maybe that’s more to do with opportunity than inclination… You have to know, this isn’t usual for my kind.”

“There’s nothing usual about you, Zevin”, Sara lifted a hand to cup the salarian’s cheek.

Raeka’s hand clasped her wrist, cementing the intimacy of the moment by kissing the human’s palm, “We still have half a bottle of wine to finish, why don’t you stay a while and we can talk about it.”

“I’d like that.”

[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 4

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Header graphic used with permission.

This list contains: 33 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

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Casturbatus Interruptus by gaugbrojotr

E | 6k | Canon!verse, Hot, , PWP

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards. Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

 that awkward moment when... by highermagicv

E | 7k | Hot, wing!Kink

All in all, with a full tank of gas and his radio turned up loud, Dean was in a pretty damn good mood. All that vanished into shock and concern when the sky lit up like daylight, as though someone had decided that black was so passé for nighttime.

 This Temporary Flesh and Bone by misachan

E | 5k | Canon!verse, h/c, wing!kink

Castiel doesn't serve Dean, fine, Dean has no problem with that - he just wants to know why Castiel's showing up in his dreams again.

What a fabulous little Fic. Very emotional. S4 cas is my FAVORITE.

 Only Fools Rush In by baka_sensei

E | 18k | Canon!verse, soulbond

Dean does something and in angelic tradition that means he's become Castiel's fiancé. Dean doesn't know if he wants to get married, but he doesn't want to let Castiel down either. Cas lets his feelings run away with him, Gabe is a total dick, Sam is concerned, and Dean has to make a choice.

 Learning Curve by blualbino

T | 1k | Fluff, Canon!verse

Cas has nice lips. They’re soft looking. Plush even. Dean can do this.

 Dinner At Katz's by nanoochka

E | 2k | Hot, canon!verse

Dean might have to teach Cas how to have a When Harry Met Sally-esque orgasm, but he certainly doesn’t have to fake it.

 Free With His Hands by watermaline

E | 2k | canon!verse, handprint!kink

The first time it happens, Dean chalks it up to…well, he doesn’t chalk it up to anything, he’s too busy coming his brains out in his jeans with Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.

 Desecrate that Sanctuary by brokentoy

E | 3k | Hot, Alt!Canon Verse

Dean develops a fascination with Cas' bones.

 What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne

E | 55k |  Hot,  AU, Cop Dean, DJ Cas

Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past.Dean can't stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean's ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel's house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.

 Freefall by LastKnownWriter

E | 128k | Hot, Fluff,  AU, Teacher Dean, Firefighter Cas

AU. The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester's life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby's shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean's life gets a lot more exciting after that.

 The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass ❤ by ireallyhatecornnuts

E | 110k | Hot,  Fluff,  HS AU but not really,

AU after Season 8, episode 6, "Southern Comfort." Dean goes to sleep in a motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years old. They have to get out, that's the important thing. Only, falling in love with his angel wasn't a part of the plan....

It's like a HS AU... but better! I love how Dean is given a second chance at growing up, and Cas gets to engage with his humanity is painfully familiar ways. Some homophobia from non-central characters.    

  deus ex nihilo by Valyria

E | 7k | AU, dubcon, god cas

Lost on an uncharted island, Dean Winchester is captured by the local villagers and offered up as a sacrifice to their winged god. Castiel takes one look at Dean and decides he wants him for a mate.

 Twist and Shout ❤ by gabriel

E | 97k | Angst,  AU, Main Character Death

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Do I really need to say anything? Twist and Shout is one of my favorites simply because it made me bawl. Didn't love the characterization, but I still liked it overall.

 Angel Slayer by emwebb17

E | 138k | Jensen/Misha, Mystery, AU

FBI Special Agent Jensen Ackles tracked a serial killer dubbed the Angel Slayer for six months in Washington, DC—the murderer was vicious, depraved, carved the names of angels into the victims’ chests…and eluded capture. Over eight years later, a murder in small Elton, NH has too many similarities for Jensen to ignore. Paired with a green agent, Jared Padalecki, Jensen travels to Elton to solve the case that has been haunting him for nearly a decade. In the course of the investigation the agents come across a local police officer named Misha Collins—who may have a deadly connection to the Angel Slayer.

 Carry On ❤ by TamrynEradani

E | 148k | Hot,  AU, Sub!dean, Dom!Cas

 When Sam gets into Stanford, Dean needs a bigger paycheck than Bobby's garage can give him. Luckily, he knows a guy.

Forget 50 Shades of Grey, they should make this fic into a movie! Even if you are not a fan of Sub!Dean, give this fic a shot, because it is nearly perfect.    

 Glasses by Samanthapin

E | 9k | Fluff, High School AU, punk!cas, nerd!dean

Teasing turns flirting turns dating turns grossly soppy boyfriends

 beer and bacon happy hour by outpastthemoat

G | 2k | canon!verse, s8

The problem is that Dean’s been having good ideas all night. “No one insults the trenchcoat,” Dean says, and drives his fist into the other dude’s face. Dean figures he was bound to run out of good ideas eventually.

 Hard Road ❤ by aleishapotter

E | 54k | Canon!verse

Dean discovers a few truths about himself when he and Cas are forced to go undercover on a hunt to the very last place Dean ever thought he'd find himself: a gay resort called "Last Hope" that is geared towards helping troubled homosexual couples repair their relationships. This fic is hilarious and hot--my favorite things.  

 Dean Smith Verse by TamrynEradani

E | 17k | Hot,  BDSM, AU, Sub!Dean

 Dean Smith is a man of routine. Castiel takes him apart.

Bratishka: Little Brother by Valyria

E | 33k | Cop AU, Cop Dean, Lawyer Cas

Dean thinks he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his best friend Castiel Novak - he's a smart, gorgeous DA who probably lets Dean get away with more than he should to see the bad guy locked up - but it turns out Cas is hiding some dark family secrets.

 the way to a man's heart by mkhunterz

M | 15k | Fluff,  Canon!verse

Dean teaches Cas to cook, and other things as well.

 Branded by garrisonbabe

E | 12k | | canon!verse, soul bond, marking/claiming

Michael mocked Castiel, telling him he'd never get Dean the way he truly wanted. No matter the mark on Dean's soul, he'd never get him the way the archangel could take him. Dean finds a ritual that fixes that and a few other issues.

 Our Bodies, Posessed by Light by obstinatrix

E | 39k | canon!verse, sastiel bromance, Fluff

Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.

So Glad We Made It  ❤by scaramouche

M | 16k | Fluff,  AU

At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life.    

Oh, the best friends who grow up together AU. I have a soft spot for fics like these-- comes with pining, awkward misunderstandings, and a good basis for a realistic relationship.    

 Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) ❤ by kototyph

E | 23k | Fluff,  college au

Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.

FLUFF EVERYWHERE! This is definitely a feel-good fic and I love reading it when I'm sad. Or just you know, whenever.

 But the Fire is So Delightful by kototyph

E | 5k | Hot, hate then love, College AU

Apparently, it’s been snowing all day. [Dean is a Douchebag Fratboy with a Cherry Ass, Castiel is Angry and Aroused]

 Stitches by askance

T | 23k |  Fluff, h/c, blindness, Canon!verse

Castiel survived Leviathan--but only barely. Vessel mauled and eyes destroyed, Cas is barely clinging to what's left of his grace when Dean finds him naked and alone on the reservoir's edge; in a panic, Dean brings him home to the cabin where he and Sam have been holed up off the grid. What follows is the slow process of the angel's recovery and the unexpected changes that come with his being blind, and in the three months this takes, their little family slowly begins to patch itself back together in forgiveness, love, and darkness.

 When Charlie Met Cas by riseofthefallenone

E | 25k | Fluff,  canon!versE |

Charlie is back in all her glory. The Winchesters have showed up on her doorstep and she’s making the best of it the only way she knows how. By being the little sister Dean never wanted and shipping the shit out of Destiel.

  The Curious Case of Wee Baby Cas Things by tracy_loo_who

G | 4k | Gen, crack

In which Dean and Sam get saddled with a herd of Cas-like baby animals. Meanwhile, Castiel just wants a hug.

 The Life After the Morning After by saltyfeathers

T | 17k

Dean and Cas get uber drunk on their last day of University. They end up married. Neither of them seem to mind.

 The Girlfriend Experience ❤ by Rageprufrock

E | 15k | Hot,  Canon!Verse, First time

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

Classic Casturbation fic. Complete with steamy sexytimes, hilarious dialogue, and fed up and clueless Dean. Perfect.    

 Asunder by Rageprufrock

E | 23k | Sam/Ruby, Hospital AU Fluff,

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6)

 Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire

T | 14k | Canon!Verse, s8

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.)