“Hey,” the kid said, leaning around the door, pressing his cheek on it and looking up at them through his long eyelashes; he looked about 18-and-a-half-way-to-really-friggin’-illegal, and Sam immediately threw his shoulders back in that ridiculous mating dance he always did.
Dean rolled his eyes and stepped in to show everyone how this kind of thing was really done, putting one hand on the door jamb and the other on his hip as he smiled broadly, making his eyes crinkle at the corners in that way that always worked to get people’s pants off in a hurry.
“So, I definitely think there is something freaky down the hall in the bedroom,” the kid said. “Help me take a look.”
Sam and Dean were getting schooled by an emo cub scout rentboy on the art of pick-up, and they had absolutely no problems with that, particularly when Tate took Sam in one gasping slide and then looked back over his shoulder, beckoning Dean to join in. When Tate took his orgasm, convulsing between them like an electric wire, he winked out of existence and Dean flopped onto Sam, hard cocks still thrusting against one another.
If you’d like to contribute a fill for one of these prompts, please submit it here.
- Anonymous asked: NCIS Los AngelesxBourne; Bourne/Callen; bonding over their mysterious pasts
- Anonymous asked: Marvel, Clint Barton/Kate Bishop, oral sex.
- Anonymous asked: Snow White and the Huntsman, Charlize Theron/Kristen Stewart. dom!Charlize. Really obvious trailer sex on the set
- Anonymous asked: PotCxMaster and Commander, James Norrington/Tom Pullings, James shows Tom the ropes
- Anonymous asked: SPN RPS, Jensen/Danneel, puppy!play- after a long night on the red carpet, Danneel likes to sit down on the couch and hike up her dress (no panties of course) to let her ‘puppy’ eat her out
- Anonymous asked: American Horror Story/AHS Asylum, Tate/Kit, Dub-con: Kit’s not sure what to do with this strange who wears his face, Tate knows exactly what Kit should do with him.
In a way, they’d built this disaster together… using the same shovel to cause a problem and to fix it, Ben just wasn’t clear on which was which. This place that sugar-coated decay and fed it to the people who lived here like All-American apple pie couldn’t take away the burns that drew a web over Larry’s skin, and somehow that was better. Real was more beautiful than anything; real pain, the real feeling of lips against skin, the real feeling of thrusting hard even as slivers of wood pushed into Ben’s palms. His knees scraped against the step as he hammered into Larry, brutal fucking that felt real and felt like destroying something. Tears rolled from their eyes as they painted the new wood with their come, and neither of them saw the upstairs curtains slip closed.
Ben felt his lip try to curl back from his teeth; all he could see was Chad’s smug fucking face, and his smug fucking pinky up as he drank his smug fucking tea from Ben’s teapot. Ben didn’t even drink tea, he never enjoyed its weak taste or that he associated it with the stale, near-death scent of his grandmother’s house.
“That look you’re giving me,” Chad said over his cup, blowing over it, his lips pursing. “I can’t decide if you hate me or want to fuck me.” He drew out that word, mouth round as it fell across those lips.
“Get out of my house,” Ben growled, but Chad was already pressing into Ben’s space, cock hard under his too-tight jeans, and breath smelling appealingly of herbs and warmth. His stubble dragged along Ben’s and he couldn’t hold back his gasp when Chad took hold of his hips and ground them together with a whispered “you know I’ll never leave, Ben. I was here first.”
She never really doubted it because of all the things that Tate was (all the horrible things that she tried to use to convince herself to never see him again), she knew that he wasn’t the sort of guy who would ever physically hurt her - everyone else, sure, but never Violet. Sometimes she thought he was too gentle; Tate nuzzled against her throat while they made love, his hands caressing every part of her, his thighs angling her hips in exactly the right position so that he could thrust into her without hurting her. He never stopped until she came, he never let himself come until she did, and he never let himself keep going if he was sure that she was done. No one had ever been so attentive to Violet and a part of her was absolutely in love with that part of him but… well, she’d know the kind of guy he was from the moment they’d met, and a part of Violet was in love with the violence in him. “You can hurt me a little,” she whispered, a smirk on her face as she nipped at his lips, “you know, if you want to.”
Sometimes Violet gets too impassioned and she never realizes it until it’s too late; she’ll catch Tate in the middle of doing something and she can’t help but shove him against the wall and kiss him until their lips are bleeding and their bodies are rutting fast and furious against each other, or she’ll wake up next to him in the middle of the night and roll over to ride him so hard that their thighs are chafed. Violet has left marks all over his body on multiple occasions; she digs her nails into his back until he bleeds, bites hard enough to break the skin on his throat, pushes and shoves and flips him around to suit her until his body is covered in bruises from where she’s hit him and whatever she’s shoved him into. Tate doesn’t mind when Violet gets over-excited because it just means that she loves him, that she’s too in love with him, and Tate knows it’s nothing he deserves after everything he’s done. Sometimes Tate accepts this as his pennance, letting Violet use him violently to find her own pleasure, not immediately thinking of how it might make Tate feel used or abused. It doesn’t; every second that Violet pays attention to him is a good one, every moment that she can’t contain her emotions makes him more and more sure that he’ll do anything to please her; even when Violet is hurting him, it’s the happiest Tate’s ever felt.
It started out as Violet smacking him around, pissed about everything, and pushed over the edge by him sulking around her room while she was changing - not that he could blame her, but could she really blame him either? By the time he hit the floor, unwilling to defend himself, Violet’s mood had shifted ever so slightly; she was still angry, but instead of busting open his face with her fists, she was biting at his lips, clawing at him, writhing on top of him to get them both out of their clothes in a hurry. There wasn’t anything so sweet as the moment Violet settled over his shoulders, dropping her damp cunt onto his face, smothering him with her anger, her desperation, her desire; and Tate lapped it up, his tongue whispering apologies that no one else could hear, that no one else would understanding, giving his penance to her and receiving forgiveness in the way her body rocked on top of him, the way she tensed, fingers knotted in his hair, face buried into the mattress behind his head to keep from screaming out loud enough for anyone to hear. When she turned around, it wasn’t anything Tate expected because her orgasms were enough forgiveness for him and he never thought he deserved anything like her attention, not after all he’d done to her. But she gave it anyway, knees pressing into his shoulders as she leaned down and drew his cock out of his pants, lips closing around it in a sloppy and absolutely perfect act of forgiveness, one that even Tate couldn’t deny, especially as his hips jerked up into her and he buried his cries into the sweet bliss of her cunt.
"Tell me if it hurts," he whispers, fingers cradling Violet’s hair like she an infant, afraid that any movement could shatter her, his body carefully shielding her from whatever it is that Tate thinks she needs protection from - which is usually everything, but at the moment happens to be himself. Violet can’t help but roll her eyes - not that it lasts long, because Tate pushes into her then, his cock feeling impossibly thick and long as it breaches what has only been breached by his fingers before, sliding in through her damp excitement until he reaches that barrier that she knows it going to hurt. "Take a breath," his voice never raises loud enough for anyone else to hear, barely loud enough for Violet to even hear over her moans, but he doesn’t move, he waits, looking almost afraid to cross that one last little step and cause her to bleed. Finally, Violet, always unafraid, always willing to squeeze her hands around life’s throat and take what she wants, locks her heels around his hips and forces him down, rough and heavy and painfully as he finally breaks her hymen and she cries out loud enough that every single one of the tethered dead in The House knows exactly what’s happening. Sixteen forever, but not a virgin anymore; Daddy’s little girl is growing up, and Ben’s starting to realize that as much of a psycho as Tate can be, he’s little more than a kitten compared to the ferocity of his daughter.
The authors are itching to fill the following rare or under-prompted pairings:
American Horror Story: Tate/Violet
Avengers: BlackHawke (Natasha/Clint), Clint/Coulson, Clint/Coulson/Natasha, Clint/Loki, Steve/Loki
Digital Devil Saga: Gale/Lupa, Gale/Cielo
Doctor Who: Rose/Jack, Rose/Doctor, Rose/Jack/Doctor, Amy/Rory, Amy/Rory/Eleven
Generation Kill: RayxWalt, BradxNate, OT4
Legacy of Kain: Vorador/Janos
Once Upon A Time: Emma/Graham, MaryMargaret/David, Gold/Belle
Supernatural: Castiel/Anna, Gabriel/Anna, Sam/Ruby, Dean/Ruby, Sam/Dean/Ruby, Anna/Crowley
True Blood: Godric/anyone
Thanks for being incredibly patient and supportive while we worked through our backlog!
In an effort to keep the Ask Box open and the backlog manageable, we would like to request that you limit prompts to 2-3 at a time, and please wait for your prompts to be filled before you submit new ones. We urge you to keep the prompts full of variety in kinks, pairings, and fandoms! Our writers would love to see more of…
- Fandoms: American Horror Story, Avengers, Avengers RPF, Digital Devil Saga, Dragon Age, Hawaii 5-0, Legacy of Kain, Once Upon a Time, Suits, True Blood, WhiteSuits, AUs and crossovers
- Pairings: Avengers (BlackHawk, Coulson/Clint/Natasha, Thor/Loki, Tony/Thor), Avengers RPF (Hiddlesworth), Good Omens (Crowley/Aziraphale), Generation Kill (GK OT4, Ray/Walt), Hawaii 5-0 (Steve/Danny), SPN (Anna/anyone, Balthazar/Castiel, Ruby/Winchesters), Suits (Jessica/anyone), X-Men (Cherik)
- Kinks: 69ing, foot fetish, massage, moresomes/orgies, shower/tub/wet sex, toys, vampirism, wrestling
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This is not a request, or a fill, but a huge thank you
My friend was the one who submitted your most recent SPN post - Sam/Cas and salvation (she doesn’t have a tumblr, hence the anon). She requested the prompt as a present, because Sam/Cas is my current OTP and religious themes are my current obsession, and she linked me to the fill about five minutes ago. I have to say, it was one of the most stunning things I have ever read. I’m sitting here at work, trying really hard not to cry, but it was so beautifully written and so heartfelt that I am going to lose that battle with tears in a moment.
Thank you so so so much for filling the prompt - keep doing what you’re doing! *runs off to cry in a corner*
You are so very welcome; although we write for fun, comments like these keep the desire to write and inspiration coming.
With love and smut,