#fall ball kink thrall

[cheeseplants]

Fic: Marked

I've read a lot of werewolf books recently. This was written for the Fall Ball Kink Thrall quick step on GOAD and somehow took on a life of its own and became nearly 5k words.

Summary

Werewolf Crowley smells something delicious in the woods.

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The footprints were fresh, drifting through the heavy-laden snow that had fallen throughout the day. Crowley’s nose twitched as he followed it, the hairs rising on his neck. He’d never smelt anything like it; old, musty, full of sweetness, like a crackling fire at night, like the warmth of his pack curled around him, like home.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,807

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Tags: Biting, Marking, Mating Bites, Fated-mates, Werewolves

Excerpt

“Are you going to hurt me?” Aziraphale said, and Crowley shook his head. 

“I -, I don’t want to, but you’re so -” He said, beginning to pant, and Aziraphale lifted his wrist so Crowley could smell it. He grabbed it tight, fingers digging into Azirpahale's sleeve. He gasped but didn’t move as Crowley bent down and ran his nose into soft flesh. It made him dizzy. “So good,” he said, in a low voice and Aziraphale shuddered.

“Why?” Aziraphale said, his hands shaking a little. 

“Just smells good, smells like -” Crowley shook his head, how could he explain this? Like the most exquisite spread of food he’d ever had, like burning sulfur, like howling at the moon on a crisp spring day, like love. He jerked away, his heart rattling against his ribs.

“What happened?” Aziraphale said, rubbing his wrist. 

“Don’t come back,” Crowley said, his voice obsidian black. This was too dangerous a road to tread.

Aziraphale didn’t move.

“Why?” 

“Leave now.”

“Or what?”

Crowley gritted his teeth and gazed directly into Aziraphale’s eyes. “Or I will devour you,” he said, and Aziraphale bit his lip, not looking away. 

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Thanks to Niknak for the beta!

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[mageofthepeople]

Writer's Guild presents Head Over Heels

Title: Head Over Heels

Word count: 2675

Rating: E

CW/TW: Sex, unbetaed nonsense

Summary: A slight canon diversion from the Bastille in Paris 1793.

Excerpt: Crowley stood at the window to the cell, watching as the angel jumped away from the executioner as he tried to check the silk around Aziraphale’s neck. It was then that Crowley saw the full effect of the several metres of white satin and lace that Aziraphale was wearing. He had been walking around Paris dressed like that? The angel was lucky he wasn’t just discorporated in the streets.

Looking over the top of his glasses, Crowley slowly took in the celestial menace’s entire appearance. His blond curls were styled only slightly differently than every other time their paths had crossed in the last 5700 years. Aziraphale was wearing a frock coat that was too extravagant, tight breeches that came to his knee, silk stockings with silly little ribbon garters, and the pièce de résistance: white satin shoes. Crowley smirked.

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[the-ineffable-dance]

White Satin Ruffling Black Feathers

A little lingerie kink to brighten the day!

Part of the GOAD Fall Ball Kink Thrall. It's a quick step, so just a little vignette to enjoy!

Rating: E

Word Count: 564

Summary: Crowley has picked up a little present for his angel

Excerpt: When Crowley had hatched this scheme, he had an image in his mind of his angel, blushing and beautiful in lace and satin. It was a vision that he had had for quite some time. But what met his sight blew that all away.

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[pineappleonbread]

Beggin'

Written too late for the Fall Ball Kink Thrall at the GOAD subreddit, thought I'd share here too!

Rated E, very much E.

Summary: Crowley's teasing, Aziraphale's biding his time and everyone's having fun.

Excerpt:

“Morning, angel!” he greeted cheerfully, not wanting to sound frustrated. That would mean admitting defeat, wouldn’t it? He made sure his hips swayed even more than they usually did as he closed the door behind him. He took off his sunglasses, ready to put them away to their usual spot and got a demonically red light bulb lit up over his head. He let them fall from his hands, only to bend down to get them back. He made sure to do so slowly, using all of his inhuman flexibility to his advantage. The item landed on the table and he turned around, noticing that Aziraphale’s eyes were indeed on him, sending a current of electricity through his bones. Aziraphale loosened his bowtie without saying a word and went back to reading his book. It wasn’t much but to Crowley it already tasted like victory.

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[jesmalestiel]

Crêpes, Chains, and Chaises

Crowley finds Aziraphale locked in the Bastille, and does a lot more than simply release the chains keeping the Angel prisoner.

“Now, you know what I think?” Crowley murmured against the Angel’s neck. Aziraphale responded with a small hum of encouragement. “I think you wanted to be chained up. But not at the mercy of the Frenchmen, at the mercy of me.”

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Written for the @goodomensafterdark Fall Ball Kink Thrall Quickstep with the prompts "imprisonment" "corruption" and "blindfolds".

While this is in the same universe as my other "Aziraphale and Crowley Through the Ages" fics, it can easily be read in isolation.

Many thanks to @sazzyfics @ineffable-xenanigans and @starlightdreamerstar for their kind beta work on this story!!!

[angie-words]

Writers Guild Presents: Letting Go - a Write A Way one-shot!

Art by @ines2925 💜

The boys are back 😎 I'd been thinking of doing something with these two disasters again and then I got the Dom/Sub prompt for the @goodomensafterdark Fall Ball Kink Thrall event.

CW/tags: Dom/sub, Soft Dom/Top Crowley, Sub/Bottom Aziraphale, explicit sex, past trauma due to being neurodivergent in a neurotypical world, smut, human AU, ADHD Crowley and Autistic Aziraphale, dirty talk, blow jobs

Summary:

Azira and Crowley have been together for a few months and things are going great. However, when Azira catches sight of a particularly smutty piece of Accurate Prophecies fanart, it leads to him realising there's something he'd quite like to explore with Crowley, especially as it might alleviate some workplace stress...

Or: Crowley engages in some soft dom roleplay so he can give his angel exactly what he needs to stop thinking.

Excerpt:

While Crowley certainly found the illustration compelling, the effect it had upon Azira was far more interesting. His pupils were blown wide in arousal, barrel chest rising in stuttering breaths, lips hanging open as his tongue edged out to wet them. A flush began to grow across his cheeks, creeping slowly down that beautiful throat until it disappeared beneath a buttoned up shirt and bow tie.

The reaction was fascinating and Crowley took a moment to appreciate the sight of Azira Fell blue-screening. He and Crowley had been physically intimate for a while now and, while they’d both enjoyed being top and bottom at various points, they’d not discussed anything around submission and domination. The two things didn’t automatically go hand in hand, after all. Azira hadn’t mentioned being interested in such things, let alone a preference, but Crowley was starting to suspect his angel might have one.

“Alright there?” he asked, and watched as Azira slowly came back to himself, blinking rapidly and clearing his throat as he did.

“Oh yes,” he squeaked unconvincingly, “ah, tickety-boo! I hope it’s, well, given you some fodder for your next chapter!”

Eyebrows raised, Crowley let that exclamation pass (“tickety-boo”? Fuck, he really did love him) and covered his disbelief with a long sip of coffee. As Azira fussed with some imaginary fluff on his trouser leg, Crowley decided to wait and see. They hadn’t been together long, but one thing Crowley understood was that Azira took maybe a little more time to process how he felt about things.

Placing his phone on the table, he wrapped an arm around Azira and cuddled up against him, drawing a pleased hum from the adorable man. No, Crowley thought, better he worked things through. He’d talk to Crowley when he was good and ready.

It turned out “good and ready” only took a day.

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Thank you to @sakascal @playdohangel and @rofell and @bohoteacher being my wonderful beta readers!

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[isiaiowin]

For the @goodomensafterdark Fall Ball Kink Thrall Quickstep

Rating: Explicit

Tags: BDSM, Wings, changed Efforts. Mind the tags!!!

Summary:

Shax plays with Furfur's changed Effort, driving him insane and pleading for release.

Excerpt: A secret rendezvous,

in a hotel bed at three,

A.m. in the morning.

Your touches claim me.

Over and over

As I lie here helpless,

legs tied to the mattress,

and my wings bound

across my chest.

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GOAD Writers Guild Presents: Say the word, your wish is my command

Written by ckocek on our subreddit

Say the word, your wish is my command

CW/TW: Free use

Rating: E (2k words)

Tags: Fall Ball Kink Thrall, Top Crowley, mirror sex, bathroom sex, dining at the Ritz, Crowley POV, M/M

Excerpt:

I set my glass down and look him in the eye. “Angel, you’re going to go to the men’s room now,” I say quietly but firmly. “And I’m going to follow you there. I’ll be two minutes behind you so we’re not completely obvious about what we’re doing.” 

As though if I wanted to, we couldn’t just stop time so I could take him right here on the table. Right in front of everyone, none of them any the wiser. As though we hadn’t done exactly that on our last visit. But not today.

He fights back the most fleeting triumphant smile, quickly hiding it, turning it into a pout.

“But my dessert hasn’t even come yet.”

“Ah ah ah.” I waggle a spoon at him. “When I want you, that means I want you now ,” I remind him. I lean in a bit closer and whisper, “Besssidesss, you’re not even going to be thinking about dessert once I’m done with you.” We both know that’s a lie, though not for lack of trying on my part.

“Very well,” he concedes with a small nod of his head, a pleased twinkle in his eyes. He dabs primly at the corner of his mouth with his napkin before standing and leaving it on his seat.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Corporate Fund Raiser

“Well Hello Everyone! My name is Master L or Master Lawrence your host.” I state.

“We have a wonderful selection of men and couples.” I boast.

“Check out the variety, try a taste and see what you like.”

“Then put a bid for any one you choose.”

“Woooohhooooo”

“Ok! Ok! Calm dom please “

“Ready…set…go”

“Take a plunge “

“Perfect! I love this “

“Indeed it’s a fundraiser for me”

“Soon I will have my own billion dollar island and business.”

“They think they are here to bid what fools”

“Eventually! They will learn all to well.”

“Being of service is a badge of honor”

“They will all serve me”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“Watch them such morons”

“Idiots racing to their own demise”

“Take pleasure in your proclivities”

“Enjoy the kink”

“Pain, pleasure and lust”

“This will be my greatest conquest “

“Simple plan but a loving affect “

“Now bois provide the drinks”

“Get them all drunk”

“Open their pockets”

“Make haste “

“We are only just beginning”

“The end is near”

“More people are on their way”

“Who cares about these dumbfucks?”

“Proceed with plan b”

“Yes Master”

“Party time”

“Enjoy the florescent lights”

“Stare deep and dance “

The whole island is lit with an area growing in a pit of darkness covering the room pain and pleasure.

Decadence plasters the place in fiery ball of darkness the whole group celebrities, party goers and businessmen dancing all over the room.

The mentally recalibrated brain men enter the scene gyrating obscenely shaking their bodies vibrating in time they move sliding on everyone.

The energy in the room elevates to new level of power that is unseen by anybody except for me and I love every moment in the midst of it.

The sweat perspiring in to the room they are seductively falling, swooning under my thrall and giving in to my power I have force them all to succumb.

“I am your Master”

“Yes Master”

“Now dance”

“Dance the night away “

“Bitches”

“The new arrivals are coming sir”

“Process them”

“I’ll welcome the new ones”

“Get them prepped and prepared”

“Wipe them clean”

“Start them a new “

“How?”

“Reprogramming obviously “

The end

[what-a-strange-creature--moved]

Look, Don't Touch

Bella x Edward | post-Breaking Dawn Word Count: 713 | Rating: E/18+ Content Warning: Sexually explicit content, masturbation, voyeurism kink Summary: 'A game, she says. It's not a game to me.' Edward has to keep his hands to himself as Bella finds her pleasure. A/N: As someone who has never written smut before, I'm terrified! Written for my February writing challenge previous | next Read on AO3

I had once believed that my torture would end when Bella was turned. Though the image of her with glittering skin and blood red eyes had been intolerable for the longest time, I’d slowly grown accustomed to the things I could gain in the loss of her humanity. Chief among those was the end to my desperate, shameful thirst for her blood. Surely the absence of that dark craving would eliminate my torment forever.

So I’d thought.

My Bella will always find a way to drive me crazy with desire.

Tonight, she has me ensnared so tightly I can hardly breathe and it’s only by the sight of her. A lustful vision nestled in the pillows of our bed, in our house, in a corner of the world where no one can touch us.

And yet…

“Let me touch you,” I say, my voice ragged, low.

Bella, my Bella, opens her eyes, but only barely.

“That’s not the game,” she whispers, then closes her eyes again, sinking back into an ecstasy so lovely, I can nearly taste it.

A game, she says. It’s not a game to me.

I ball my hands into tight fists and I leave them lay in my lap. From my perch at the end of our bed, I am held in thrall by my wife, my forever love, as she touches herself.

My eyes rove, so captivated am I by her naked body: the way her breasts jiggle as she breathes jerkily; the dip between her collarbones that begs to be kissed; her hands, ever-moving, one caressing the side of her neck while the other works two slender fingers inside of herself. I can’t look for long at those fingers, at the wetness that coats them as she pulls slowly out of her pussy, or I risk falling upon her and thoroughly breaking the rules of her so-called game.

On a particularly rough thrust, she moans my name with something like relief. An electric current jolts through my body, causing me to shake, and I have to close my eyes.

Her “game” requires me to be clothed as I would have been before, when we didn’t have a house and a bed of our own or our marriage, back when I snuck through her bedroom window to lay with her while she slept. This is her game, which she’d framed as “just something she wanted to show me”: a tableau from before, a romanticization of nothing that could’ve been but everything she’d wanted. Everything I’d wanted, deep down, when I knew she wanted it too.

As a result of being clothed, my erection strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans, so sensitive, adjusting it was nearly too much.

“Edward, yes!”

My eyes fly open at her cries, stunned by my own inattention. How could I miss a second of this?

But her eyes are sealed shut, head thrown back, shower-damp hair tangled at her pale shoulders. In her fantasy, she fantasizes about me despite my presence. I feel privileged by her trust, by her desire to be watched by me.

“I need you, Bella,” I groan.

She sighs, a smile marking her lips as her hand moves faster.

I grip my erection, trying to stave off completion as long as I can, but the friction causes my hips to jerk. There’s no winning for me like this.

“Baby, please,” I whine, not recognizing my own voice. I never considered myself someone who begs until I met this woman.

Bella gasps, pins me with a stare so intense I feel it throughout my body, another electric current flowing through her and into me. I see a change in her face, as if she’d gone from dreaming to wakefulness, as if she remembers when we are in time.

Better now at reading her, I can guess what this look might mean.

As quickly as I can, I pull my irritating sweater over my head and throw it across the room, followed by my awful, confining jeans. I can’t help my wide grin as I move toward her on the bed, even as she huffs.

“Okay, just get over here. Now,” she says, but I’m already covering her body with mine, ending my brief torture with a deep, glorious kiss.

[jesmalestiel]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY QUONA

I wrote Ineffable Wives smut as a belated birthday present for @quona as part of the @goodomensafterdark Fall Ball Kink Thrall Quickstep. Prompts were Sex Swing & Public/Semi-Public Sex. The story features Aziraphale and Crowley being silly in the South Downs Cottage and voyeuristic seagulls 🫶🏽

Edit: was so sleepy when I posted this, totally forgot to thank @contritecactite @starlightdreamerstar and Blue_Rose_1066 for their amazing beta work esp with the quick turnaround time, y’all rock!!

[alleiradayne]

Sun and Stars

Summary: Sam and Natalie are digging through old texts in the Bunker Library when Sam learns something new about her. Square Filled: Accent Warnings/Tags: Vaginal sex, fluids, accent kink Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester x OFC (Natalie) Word Count: 2700 A/N:  For @spnkinkbingo, this fills the Accent square. I apologize for any and all shitty translations (although I did consult a few folks about the Irish and Latin I used).

Pedantic. Dry. Insufferable. Turgid. And above all else, utterly useless. Sam tossed the aged tome onto the Library table with a flick of his wrist. Irritated, he flipped through the narrow drawer of index cards that sat in his lap until he found one that appeared promising. He snatched it up, then dug into the mounds of books he and Natalie had hauled up from the Archives.

“Sorry,” she apologized as if she read his thoughts. “I'm guessing this isn't your typical Friday night.”

Across the table, Natalie sat with her own books, Sumerian, Enochian, Latin, Irish, and Greek among the many languages on their open pages. None so far had proved worthwhile. And though she had a keen eye for particularly crucial passages of information, she researched at half Sam’s speed for she required translation books for any language other than English. And Chinese, but she had sorted through those books in her first week at the Bunker.

“Sam?”

He shook his head with a hard squint. “What did you say? Sorry, I’m… my brain is fried.”

“Tell me about it,” Natalie groaned. “I apologized for bumming out your Friday night. This can’t be your idea of fun.”

“You know that’s not true,” Sam said as he flipped the pages of his book on Greek power rituals. “I did study law after all. That’s… a lot of books.”

“Yeah, in English,” Natalie grumbled as she turned her book upside-down as if to improve her understanding of it.

Sam laughed at that as he said, “There was plenty of Latin I had to learn, too.”

Natalie’s frown of approval accompanied her nod. “True,” she started as she scanned the table. “When did you learn Sumerian?”

“I didn’t,” Sam started, “I mean, I can read it. Sort of.”

Natalie’s narrowed stare sent a shiver along his spine. When her eyes dropped to an open book on the table, she pointed to it and asked, “Can you read that?”

Though confused, Sam hefted the heavy text and read aloud the passage at which she had pointed. Something about pieces of monster. And not just any monster. Beasts, specifically. Anything with a bite. The passage referred to canines and incisors for biting. And that those teeth held incredible magical properties of transformation. No. Not simple transformation. Ascension.

When he finished the passage, he set the book down and shrugged as he looked back up at Natalie. There he found her leaned into the table with wide eyes and red cheeks. The awkward stillness of the Bunker crept across Sam’s shoulders and gooseflesh raced down his arms as she remained silent. “I uh…” he stuttered, “I might have gotten a few words wrong.”

Without looking, Natalie pointed to another open book, though this one sat on the table right in front of her. “What about this one? It’s Irish.”

Intrigued, Sam pushed back from the table, the scrape of his chair on the wooden Library floor echoing through the room. He rounded the table to stand beside her, then leaned over her shoulder to get a closer look at the text. “Yeah, I think I can read that,” he mused as he gripped the back of her chair. With his thumb parting the pages, he picked up the book and scanned the page, then began to read aloud again.

More details about pieces of monsters, of magical properties and rituals clued him in on Natalie’s thought process. It wasn’t monster lore she searched. It was occult magic. As Sam read on, he glanced at her, still seated at his elbow. That, he realized too late, had been a mistake. Natalie stared up at him, mouth agape and skin red from collar to hairline. Beneath her collar, Sam had a perfect view down her plunging neckline. His tongue tripped over a phrase—unicorn blood? Or leprechaun gold?—as he stuttered into silence. Why did she stare at him? Did she understand the text better when he read it to her? How? And why would that even be a thing? Natalie was perfectly capable of translating—

“Why did you stop?” Natalie asked as she touched his hip. “It was beautiful.”

Oh.

The familiar sting of embarrassment prickled his cheeks and the Library had suddenly grown too hot. As of late, Natalie had a way of stopping him short, caught by a glance or a smile or even her quiet morning greeting on her way to the kitchen. As he stood there, towering over her with that too perfect view of her cleavage, she once again had him in her thrall. Caught so unaware for what felt like the millionth time in too few days, Sam stuttered. “I uh... thanks. I think.”

“It’s… mesmerizing,” she breathed with an exaggerated rise and fall of her chest. The thought crossed his mind that she had done it on purpose but the look in her eyes told him otherwise. A threadbare corner of her plaid shirt snagged her attention, and she picked at it when she spoke. “I love hearing you speak in other languages.”

Sam slumped into the chair beside her, a rush of adrenaline spinning the room. “Oh,” he started, “Okay. That’s... new.”

She leaned closer, elbows on her knees, and there Sam wholly suspected she had done it on purpose, her cleavage on full display. “Tell me something in Enochian.”

“What makes you think I know any Enochian?” he asked.

Natalie eyed him with a suspicious glare. “You can’t expect me to believe that you’ve not learned a single phrase or word or idea that you like? Not a single concept worth knowing in any of these books.”

True. He had learned some words. A few concepts, some flowery imagery. In fact, there had been a phrase he had come across in the very same book of Irish rituals that sat before Natalie. How fitting that she had picked out the same text. Her presence in the Bunker had altered his life in ways he had never imagined possible over the last few months. Had they not met, Sam figured he might not have felt so compelled by the passage in the book. But it had stuck with him, and so, he spoke without another thought. “Is tú mo ghrian agus mo réaltaí.”

Drowned by the blue of her eyes, Sam lost himself in Natalie’s gaze. She gawked at his lips without reservation, and the sting in his cheeks sharpened. What was it about his voice that intrigued her so? The moment unraveled amidst his thoughts when Natalie sighed. “Oh, your Irish is beautiful.”

He shifted languages, hoping she might have learned a different one. “Elasa biab en ror od aoiveae.”

“Enochian,” she mused as she leaned closer, “your diphthong is gorgeous.”

Apparently not. Next. “Είστε ο ήλιος και τα αστέρια μου.”

Her hand smoothed over his knee and ascended his thigh. “Now you’re just showing off with your Greek.”

He had tried, but he couldn’t blame Natalie. Still, he had hoped. His hand enveloped hers, so small in his massive palm, and said, “Tu meum es solem et meas stellas.”

Natalie froze. She said nothing, her breath caught in her throat as her mouth gaped. A sharp sidelong glare sent a chill down his spine as she asked, “What did you say?”

“Tu,” he paused as he guided her hand to his shoulder, “meum es solem,” he continued as she followed, seated in his lap and his arms wrapped around her, “et meas stellas.”

The light of a million stars paled in comparison to the flash of understanding in Natalie’s eyes. Held so close in his arms, her lips found his in a heartbeat. He sucked a breath through his nose as she pressed into him, thighs straddling his hips. Supple and warm, her body pressed flush to his as he embraced her. Every roll of her hips, every grasp of her long fingers, every bated breath from her lips drove Sam mad with want. Something decidedly different had consumed her that evening, and he was determined to find out what that might be. He shoved the pile of books aside, their heavy covers thundering to the floor as they fell. In the space he created, Sam set Natalie, their lips still locked and desperate for more.

“Say it again,” she whispered against him as she pried at his belt. “I want to hear you say it again.”

Had she figured it out? As Sam trailed a string of kisses along her jaw, he whispered his mantra, and Natalie writhed beneath him. He loved that about her, about the way she responded to him, to everything and anything he did to her. At her ear, he sucked the lobe between his lips and tugged, released with a lewd pop and he spoke again. “Tu meum es solem et meas stellas.”

His pants fell to the floor when Natalie tore them over his hips as her depraved moan filled the Library. With the same impatient desire, Sam pried apart her jeans and stripped them to her ankles, so eager to feel her wet heat again. Firm and fast lips reconnected as Sam grasped the back of her head in one hand, and the other at the small of her back. A hard roll of his hips dragged the length of is swollen cock yet covered by unwanted fabric against her sopping skin, and Natalie moaned so loud, Sam hoped they were alone.

Not that he particularly cared at that moment. Incessant hands gripped his underwear by the waste and Natalie wrenched them to his knees, the heavy length of his erection falling free and slapping against her cunt. Together they moaned, her back arching and hips thrusting, grinding her center against his cock. The sight of her beneath him, supine and spread wide for him, coursed a wave of arousal straight to his balls, already aching for release.

“Tell me again, Sam,” Natalie sighed as she gripped him by the base of his shaft. “I love your voice, keep saying it.”

He opened his mouth to repeat himself, but the heat of her pussy enveloped the tip of his cock, and any thought he had ceased to exist. There was only her, only Natalie there on the table in the Library as he towered over her tiny frame. His hips stuttered as the entire length of his cock slipped between her lips, sheathed to the hilt. Natalie might have a thing for foreign languages, but Sam? Sam had a thing for seeing his thick cock buried in her pretty little cunt.

The room spun again with a fresh wave of arousal, Sam's knees so weak. He braced himself on the table as he pitched forward, hands planted on either side of her. The first slow stroke elicited a string of obscenities from them both, his cock withdrawing from her wet heat and glistening with her arousal in the lamplight. Nothing in heaven, hell, or on earth compared to the way Natalie sprawled beneath him, arms above her head as he shoved the hem of her shirt to her collar and buried his face between her tits.

“Sam,” she breathed as she clawed at his shoulders, “I want to hear you say it again.”

Was it his voice? Latin? The words? Whatever the case, Sam loved the delectable sounds he extracted from Natalie with such a simple little phrase. And so, he lay atop her, chest flush to her body and lips on her ear as he repeated himself. “Tu meum es solem et meas stellas.”

A long, high whine of pleasure lilted on her lips, marked by the rhythmic thrusts of his hips. Sam tried to restrain himself, tried to keep his strength in check, but when she begged him for more, his willpower faltered. She pleaded with him to fuck her harder and faster, and to say it again, Sam, tell me, I’m so close, I’m gonna come for you, fuck me, baby, yes!

The resounding slap of their bodies as Sam pounded her cunt filled the Library, mingling with the sounds of their breathless moans and Sam’s whispered devotion. He would repeat it every day for the rest of his life if it meant Natalie experienced such endless pleasure. If he aroused her so well with his voice, the wet slick of her cunt dripping down his balls, then Sam wanted to speak to her in tongues until she begged him to stop.

Instead, she begged for more, her desperation palpable in her quivering voice, and Sam relinquished any remaining self-control to which he clung. Natalie whined a pathetic moan when he withdrew from her only to then squeal in protest as Sam picked her up and set her on her feet. With a firm touch, he turned her about to face the table, then placed one hand between her shoulders as the other grasped her hip.

He was about to tell her what to do when Natalie bent at the hips, back bowed and hips rolled to present herself to him. “Fuck, Natalie, that’s so damn hot.”

“Say it again,” she demanded as her hips swayed. “Please, Sam.”

The wet heat of her sex enveloped the tip of his cock as he pressed into her, one hand grasping the base of his shaft. Her flesh parted for him as he pushed, each inch disappearing as he grabbed the supple muscle of her ass and spread her. Again, Sam stared at himself as he penetrated her, his cock stretching her pussy irresistible. When his pelvis met his backside, he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear once more.

Her long moan enticed him and so, his hips rolled back, and he thrust. Faster, he set his pace, the sounds of their tryst reaching a fever pitch. Groans and growls and whimpers mingled, punctuated by the relentless snap of Sam's hips as they slapped against Natalie’s ass in an endless pursuit of that exhilarating rush. With his chest lush to her back, he leaned to her ear, tongue tasting the skin of her neck as he repeated himself, and Natalie writhed with a shiver against him.  

The ache between his thighs ravaged his body in such a sudden surge of release, his moan of ecstasy burst from his lungs in a wild growl. And Natalie, so enthralled, screamed in shock as she unraveled, her cunt flexing on his cock. Each throbbing wave of her climax echoed in him, his shudders and moans harmony to her melody. Long, languid sighs and sharp cries of unrelenting arousal rendered them breathless in the wake of their pleasure as the final aftershocks passed.

When Sam found her piercing blue stare, Natalie’s sated smile spread across her lips as she laughed, and the pink hue of embarrassment slashed across her nose. “You are my sun and my stars, hm?” she mused.

Sam laughed with her as he withdrew, only to panic when he realized had no washcloth for her. “We should go get cleaned up before Dean and Liz get back,” he said as he righted his pants.

Natalie rose from the table and slipped into her pants. “Don’t change the subject,” she started as she grabbed his belt buckle. With a tug, she led him towards the far door of the Library for the showers. “Where did you come up with that phrase? ‘You are my sun and my stars’. And in four different languages. Why?”

At the door, Sam held it aside as she opened it. “I read it a few months ago in the same book you were reading tonight. The one with Irish rituals,” he said. “And it made me think of you. Do you… like it?”

Natalie tugged him along as she turned down the hall for the showers. “Your accent is…” she paused with a shiver, “something else.”

He hadn’t been too far off the mark then. At the door to the showers, he grinned as he said, “Would you like to hear some more?”

With a lascivious sigh, Natalie pulled him flush to her chest as lust widened her devious smile.

“Show me what that tongue of yours can do, Sam Winchester.”

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Seeking a mutual muse

Preferred name: Llyr.

Tumblr blog: http://septentrionsea.tumblr.com

Timezone: GMT-7

OC or fandom?: Original Characters please. I will however occasionally write in existing universes, just not as pre-determined characters.

Pairing preference (m/m, f/f, etc.): M/F or M/M.  I prefer being the dominant male. 

Preferred rp medium: Google Docs/Drive. One Note. I can do misc. scenes over IM but I am a prolific and wordy poster. Trust me, any adjustment you make to acclimate my need for large space will be well worth your effort.

 Contact information: 

Septentrion.Sea@gmail.com for:

Gchat

Skype

Discord

Email

Hello, 

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I know you have a choice. 

 My name is Llyr. Charmed, you’re sure. I am a veteran RPer (15+ years). I’m literate, imaginative and a multi-paragraph poster. You can set the terms and frequency as to how often you’d like to communicate, but what ever stands to reason I can assure you, you’ll not be disappointed. I am consistent and do not freeload off of the creativity of others. 

Here is a list of what I am looking for: 

I prefer to play a dominant male character. Warning: I am exceptionally graphic and explicit. If you do not like detail and/or smut, I am not your person. This is not to say, I trade plot for smut. It’s a good balance of both, Mm? (Plot+Smut=Win).  Let me clarify this. I am looking for romance, adventure, and carnal physical love. I will write you in and out of worlds, plots, stories, just to have this. 

I want a long term relationship in character, maybe with the intent of marriage. Even if it starts in hate.

Excerpt of my writing can be found here. 

I have a long list of things I'd wade into with you, intimately. I am a hedonist by nature, and I do not enjoy pain or filth. However, I am exceptionally graphic. Just something to consider. 

You must be 18+. Your race, sexuality, orientation is all welcome here. I do prefer M/F and M/M pairings, with someone who doesn’t mind bending to the force of my will in character. I am very open to a diverse range of your preferences, do not be shy, put them on me. Legal only though.  No exceptions to this rule.

I want a stable partner . We don’t have to be exclusive, although I prefer it. However, a stable friendship in this would be ideal. Great writers, lovers, you name it, are not born, they are made. Let’s have some stellar communication. Believe me, I will not consider you disposable, especially if you can write. I -will- make time for you.

This being said: If you suffer from any sort of condition that effects your mood - like crippling anxiety where chatting with me, or communicating with me could give you concerns, please do not write me. You do have all my sympathy and empathy, I however, do not feel that my need set will align with yours and I never want to set us up for failure. I need to engage, talk, interact, and I am not shy. In fact, quite the opposite.

I prefer original characters and plots. I am not elbow deep into any particular fandom and I may not have the details you’re looking for. I am skilled at world building and I will play NPCs, etc. What ever is required. Sincerely. I can and will juggle a plot playing many characters on the sides, to keep the plot moving. I always have hidden plot twists and sub arcs.

This being said: I am great at moving a story, I do not enjoy playing multiple main characters per story. I can play some dedicated NPCs that have significant presence and impact, but I do not want to main two and have two on going relationships. I know, I am lame. I want to work on 1x1 and give it the real attention and depth it deserves. If you want to play another pair, let's start another rp. I can have multiple stories going.

I prefer: Fantasy, High Fantasy, Romance, Historical, for the right person or story I can persuaded to urban fiction but modern is not first on my list. I could not do sci-fi justice, forgive me, I’ve a neoclassical soul. 

I don’t care what tense you write in, for me it varies. I’m immersive. 

I do not generally do face claims. I do not care if you do. 

If you have a severe anxiety disorder that prohibits you from communication you have my utmost sympathy and understanding, but please do not write me. We will not be compatible, I like to communicate and often.

I prefer Google Drive/Docs or One Note and for the right person I can switch to IM now and again. 

Rules

A few simple do nots for me:

Please, do not nag me. I've a life, and I am a good communicator. I will not leave you hanging. In return, please do not nag me. I will always do the best I can for you.

You will not dictate my character to me in any way. Do not send me face claims asking if I will play that person, or ask me if I'll be Captain America from marvel. Only if we're lovers and only if it's your birthday will I even attempt to be any other man than the one I am. Do not write details about my character I have not approved in your post. Do not decide my plot line for me. I am open to discussion but in short: You play you. Let me be me.

Do not copy me. Ever.

If I haven’t scared you off yet, let’s give it a go. 

I look forward to hearing from you: septentrion.sea@gmail.com

Plot Ideas: 

No Plot? No problem! I have a few I’d love to explore, but please note that I am not stuck on any one of these in particular. I am very open your thoughts/suggestions (also forgive how absurdly these are written, they are premise suggestions not entire serious in presentation): 

 Arranged Marriage

Two opposing kingdoms on the verge of mutual destruction, end the long war by arranging a marriage. They hate each other right off the bat then it shapes into something profound over time. Lots of initial conflict that can dissolve into an incredible romance. No shortage of political reasons for plots. This can be fantasy/high fantasy or historical. 

Scandinavian Thralldom 

Like Vikings? Swell. Me too. Old Scandinavia. Viking raider, obtains a Thrall. Cultural adaptations, language barriers, belief differences, slavery.  Win. 

Djinn

A tribal fishing village on the edge of Greece near the Aegean sea is facing modernization to ancient Athens. A young girl / boy from the village finds a shell on the beach– their folklore tells them that such things contain powerful beings like Djinn, which can grant wishes for a price. Upon wetting the shell the shell you discover there is definitely a bound god like man inside.  You’ll do anything to save your people, and he’s starving.  

Coliseum 

You’re a powerful Roman noble who inherits or purchases a Northman gladiator. His will cannot be broken, can yours? 

The Selkie or Mermaid

I love fairytales. I love thinking about Mermaid in historical boreal settings, think frozen peat bog with ancient trees and a gorgeous mer-creature out of Celtic folklore, found by a man (viking, druid). You’re land locked into this bog, kept for some unknown reason (by a mysterious father creature/beast, a curse, what ever you want to do). Or, you’re a woman whose parents have died, you live with your aging grandmother who keeps fishing nets for your income, she’s not able to maintain it to help but it’s a bad season and hard work. You befriend a seal that increases your luck and fortune, that eventually turns out to be a shapeshifting man. Or, a man that falls in love with a beautiful woman on the beach, and she turns out to be a shapeshifting selkie. The possibilities are endless and gorgeous. (Gender is not specific for your character, you can turn that into what ever pleases you as it matters little to me). ( I will adapt to any fairy tale also, just say the word). 

Fantasy World

I am working on a non cliché, entire world that is fantasy based. It's a massive undertaking and one that I do not think will disappoint. Let me know if this level of investment works for you?

Universes

For those not interested in world building, I will play in any of the following universe: 

World of Warcraft

Guild Wars 2

Black Desert Online

Stardew Valley (I have an idea around this)

* bonus (although certainly not required) if you want to play in game with me and google drive. 

(I have characters and plots for all of these things). 

Feel free to engage me on IM or Email. I look forward to hearing from you.  

If you do feel up to writing me, try this. Instead of writing some awkward "are you still looking" email, answer the following for me:

What sort of story or plot are you looking to explore?

Do any of the ideas above for plots or universes strike you? Or do you have other suggestions?

Any themes, ideas, or kinks you wish to explore?

What is off limits?

What are you looking for in a writing partner?

Why did you write me specifically?

Please address any concerns about mediums or writing particulars referenced in the above email.

^ You do not have to send this specifically, but it's a good suggestion to get the ball rolling towards our mutual goal of writing together sooner. I realize we're trying to court one another at this juncture, and seeming open and pleasant is positive, but I would ask you to be honest, and real with me. The more I know about you, and your particulars, the more I can write something worthy of you. Try to be specific.

Thanks and have a great day.

[isiaiowin]

Leather Daddy

Written for the GOAD Fall Ball Kink Thrall

The ship you didn't know you needed.

Leather Daddy

Canon compliant-ish

Rating: E

Word Count: 300

R.P. Tyler falls for a leather daddy in a club. Will he get what he wants?

Written for the Fall Ball Kink Thrall Quickstep prompt Daddy.

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