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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Guilty Pleasures

A/N: During an impromptu chat session in the @spnfanficpond's discord server, we decided to play a sprint game with a prompt! @princessmisery666 provided the prompt, and we all wrote a little something for it. When everyone else mentioned they were writing Dean, my contrary brain decided to write Sam.

Prompt: Guilty pleasures - so there is a song called No One Else In The Room by Jessie Reyez, I've started writing something for it for another fandom but it got me wondering. When no one else is in the room what songs/movies/tv shows do they boys watch/listen to that they'd never admit to anyone else. How do they react when they get caught?

Summary: Sam's not usually guilty about the things he likes, but there are still a couple of things...

Pairing: None.

Warnings: No beta reader on this, and it was literally written in 30 minutes with only a couple of cosmetic changes made after that. It's rough.

Word count: 314 words

Sam hasn’t spent much of his life worried about being embarrassed about what music he likes to listen to or what shows he likes to watch. He spent so many of his younger years defiantly liking things that his dad or his brother specifically wouldn’t like, simply because they didn’t them, that being anything other than defiantly secure in his interests was simply against the grain. Not that he told them why he really went after what Dean called “butt rock” or what Dad had called “rom-com crap”. No, Sam always had a good reason prepared for why whatever he was enjoying was worthwhile.

“It’s educational, Dean. Serial killers are like monsters, so learning how they hunt can only help us figure out what we hunt.”

“Studies have shown that listening to classical music while studying can increase the amount of information your brain can absorb, Dad. If I want to pass, I need all the help I can get!”

More recently, it had been, “Girls take Art History, Dean.” Oh, and also, “Lucifer is possessing Vince Vincente, so this is research!”

This, however, was beyond even his own ability to justify.

That was why he was holed up in his room in the bunker, door closed and locked (even though Dean and Cas were helping Claire with a hunt two states over), headphones on his head, and the volume still kept almost too low for him to even hear. As he watched Applejack and Rainbow Dash prance across his laptop screen, he brought the bacon double cheeseburger to his mouth and took a huge bite. He savored the cheesy, bacony goodness while glancing gleefully at the raisin custard pie (the only pie Dean had ever pushed away from himself in disgust) he would eventually devour for dessert.

Sam didn’t let himself indulge in things often, but when he did, he went all in.

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[bamby0304]

With Wolves is so so so good. I'm hooked! I really can't remember the last time I was so engrossed in an ABO series. Aaah I can't wait for more and the cliffhanger is killing me!! Please post as soon as you can and keep up the amazing work!!

Imma post the next chapter (which I finished last night) next Wednesday... think you can hold out until then?? ;P

[captainmarvels]

Oh Lord wow heaven was just perfect. You're one of the best smut writers out there dude. Wait. Make that one of the best writers out there. Smut or otherwise (because your fluff me life :)

i’m most definitely the best smut writer or writer in general but this made me very happy, so thank you, ily! xx

heaven [sub!tom]

[percywinchester27]

At this point, I'm out of words. So all I can say is that you're a bloody great writer and I hope that TTT never ends because it's just so good. Thank you for gracing us with your amazing writing skills.

Thank YOU for gracing me with this wonderful ask! 

And you are waaayyyy too kind! 

I am currently writing part 24... There’s easily 8-10 more parts before the series wraps up for good :) I love writing it so far.

Much love, Darling

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[emotchalla]

Hi hello just wanted to let you know that I'm reading all your stories again because you're an amazing writer :)

Omg thank you so much!! You’re so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

[a-splash-of-stucky]

Starshine made me all teary and sad but it was so beautifully written omg! I absolutely loved it!!

awww thank you, sweetheart!! Starshine is the baby that i’m really proud of, y’know? So this means a lot to me :)

Starshine (Steve x Reader)

[sgtbbvrnes]

Holy mother of all things good like, your writings are so damn good. I've read all of them and you write Bucky to absolute perfection I swear. You might wanna change your bio cuz you are anything but a shitty writer. In fact, you're one of the best writers I've ever come across. Keep writing, you amazing person!

ahhh thanks my dude :’) but I’ve also got like the worst writer’s block ever and tbh I don’t even know if I’ll post a thing (like ever again) but I rly do appreciate your kind words :^) x

[lilyleely]

Hey! Can you please tag me in The Other Woman? Thanks!

With pleasure! Welcome to the fam. I’ll just warn you beforehand that the updates will be really slow. I’m sorry and have a nice day 💓

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Hey! Can I please be tagged in Try to Understand? Thanks! Adore your writing!

Hey darlin, thank you so much. I’ve got you on the list!

[percywinchester27]

TTT part 20 was amazing! I especially loved the whole handsy office part (like, duh! Who wouldn't? It's sexy times with Sam effing Winchester) keep it up! ❤❤

Oh there’s more sexy times with Sam coming ahead! ;) *Giggles* Thank you so much, sweetheart! You are lovely! 

I hope you keep liking the rest of it! Much love, sweetie

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[emotchalla]

Okay but Suga Mama pt.7 left me shook! I mean, how dare you write something like that and make me think about it all day long! I was losing my mind because it was just so good. Sub!Bucky + Sgt. Kink ftw! Also, congrats on your tumblrversary baby girl! 👏🎊🎉

Oh my gosh, thank you! Haha how dare you send me something this sweet?? You’re so kind. ❤️❤️

[captainmarvels]

after hours

Summary: Stuck working from home during quarantine can’t be that bad. Right?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut - NSFW, 18+ ONLY | f receiving: fingering, oral sex; vaginal penetration (use condoms please)

Word Count: 966

A/N: Enjoy this porn without plot fic, because we all know wg!tom is a sex addict. s/o to @rocketman-s​ because i love her x Note: this is an “extra” scene from Wicked Games - aka: it’s set somewhere in the series timeline, but can be read as a standalone piece. enjoy!

5 hours into quarantine. 5 hours.

That was how long it took for Tom to appear outside your bedroom door, with only a towel around his waist, his eyes pleading with yours as you met his gaze from across the room.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I already am, darling.” His voice was throaty, as if the desire was mere inches away from spilling out.

Closing the book you were reading, you tossed it onto your desk before standing up from the sofa. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be busy running a company and all that CEO business?” You met him at the door, your bathrobe hugging every curve of yours as you leaned against the frame. 

“Can’t a man take a break?” Tom’s heated gaze caressed every inch of you, his tongue smoothing over his bottom lip as he finally met your eyes.

“What?” You asked coyly. 

“You’re torturing me, love.”

“How so?” 

Pushing the door open, Tom closed the space between you in mere seconds, his hands flying to the bottom of your robe. Drawing the end of the soft fabric up your thighs, his palm brushed the soft skin of your leg and paused at your hip, before reaching around and squeezing your ass.

Without another word, Tom pushed you up against the wall, his other hand slipping past the hem of your underwear, two of his fingers finding your clit in seconds.

“Fuck,” you whispered, dropping your head to his shoulder as he teased your entrance.

“That’s my girl,” Tom said as his lips brushed against yours.

The taste of his clean mouth was heavenly, but you could barely concentrate on the feel of his tongue dancing with yours as his fingers continued with their ministrations. 

Before your knees could give out, Tom picked you up and carried you to the bed. Tearing open your bathrobe, his mouth found its way to your breasts. You arched into him with a gasp that quickly turned into a moan, as Tom’s fingers slid between your thighs and began stroking you once more.

As one of his fingers slipped inside, you pulled Tom up to you by his curls, earning you a heavenly grunt as his lips crashed against yours. He worked another finger in, and the delicious stretch made you want to come right then and there. Your heels dug into the comforter as you met his hand with every thrust. 

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and as if he had read your mind, Tom pulled his hand away, leaving you heavy with want.

“Tom,” you whimpered, your eyes now pleading with his as he met your gaze. He lifted his glistening fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

The caresses resumed without warning, building the tension that seemed to reach every single one of your nerve endings. It felt so fucking good, but you needed his touch elsewhere. 

Sensing your ache, Tom pulled away and gripped your knees, spreading you open before him. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” Tom whispered as he bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your clit.

Before you could beg him to quit with the teasing, another kiss followed. Then came a slow tasting, as his tongue took in your taste. Tom hummed his approval deep in his throat, his mouth slowly covering every inch of your pussy. 

He stroked your folds with ease as he introduced his fingers, working them in as his lips encircled your clit once more. You lifted your pelvis to meet his strokes, your hands flying up to grip his hair as he sucked and licked you clean. The knot was going to snap at any second, and Tom could tell.

Leaving a parting kiss on your inner thighs, he rose on his knees and grabbed your thighs, flipping you over onto your stomach.

“I stand corrected, my love. I will never get used to this,” He grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him, his hard cock burning against your ass.

Tom’s hands glided over your stomach and came to rest on your breasts, his fingers gently tugging and toying with your nipples. 

“God…”

“No need for pleasantries,” Tom said smugly, his lips brushing against your ear. One of his hands fell to your back, gently pushing you onto the bed. On your hands and knees, Tom ‘s chest brushed against your back as he propped an arm next to yours. Reaching over your hips with his free hand, his fingers searched through your folds and sank deep, pumping in and out until he could tell you were soaking.

Before you could tell the difference, the head of his cock was pushing slowly inside. The sensuous stretching drew out a moan from both of you, and Tom’s breathing was heavy in your ear.

“Fuck… you feel so… so fucking good,” Tom said. You couldn’t help but smile, only to give into another wanton moan as he began to move.

With every thrust, he seemed to pick up more and more momentum. Your gasps and sighs of pleasure only spurred him on, his grip on your hips growing tighter with every movement. As you matched him with every thrust, you spread your thighs wider. Tom greeted that with a slap on your ass, which only added to the coil burning deep in your core. 

Neither of you could warn the other as your orgasms crashed over; your body falling limp from the ripples of pleasure, and Tom’s hoarse grunts and moans overcoming him as he fell against you.

With your sweaty bodies pressed upon each other, Tom’s nose nuzzled your jaw as his fingers stroked your hips.

“I’m glad I get to spend all of quarantine with you, my love.” He whispered as he brushed his lips against the soft skin of your shoulder.

“I don’t think we’ll survive that long if we keep at this pace, baby.”

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Strip Poker With Dean ficlet

A/N: This was a 15-minute sprint game in the SPNFanFicPond discord server yesterday, where we got a bunch of prompts from a generator and had to try and fit as many of them into one story as we could. With 15 minutes to write, I got most of this written, which isn't too bad for me. The prompts I used were: - Profession: Burlesque performer - Theme: Strip poker - Dialogue idea: [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].  Not beta read or anything because I'm a heathen.

Summary: What Dean doesn't know will give you the advantage in this game!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 323 words

The greatest thing about strip poker with Dean Winchester was how much money you could make off him without even trying.

“Aw, c’mon!” he cried when you put down a full house and grinned with glee. “How do you keep doing that?”

“A girl never tells her secrets, Dean,” you replied coyly.

When Dean won the next hand, you happily removed the tie you’d been wearing and tossed it on top of the jacket, vest, pants, and socks that were already on the floor. Although it was true that Winchesters always seemed to wear dozens of layers, you always managed to wear more. Dressing in outfits that required accessories, like pantsuits, helped. While Dean was down to one shirt and his boxers, you still had your shirt, bra, and panties.

Dean’s eyes traveled over your form, resting on your newly exposed cleavage as you unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on your shirt. “Good thing it’s a bit warm in here, I guess,” you mumbled, fanning yourself with your shirt a little.

Dean cleared his throat and then busied himself with collecting and shuffling the cards. “Uh, yeah.”

Your phone chimed as about 15 notifications came in all at once. “I should get a new phone that knows how to tell me when people are trying to reach me, and not tell me once an hour that they failed.” Pulling up your messages, you saw a text from Sam.

>>I just saw you leave with Dean. Gonna fleece him in strip poker, again?

<<Just got this message, and yes. He’s down to his skivvies. 😂

>>Are you ever gonna tell him you used to be a burlesque dancer and know how to strip professionally? 😂

You looked over at Dean, who was trying to look like he was studying his cards, but he was really studying the bare skin you had just flashed when crossing your legs.

>>And lose my advantage? Never! 😂

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[sweetlangdon]

Bed Sharing (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Notes: I got an anon request for bedtime cuddles, and I couldn’t resist. This is part of the Roommate series. 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None, just fluff. 

(This gif isn’t exactly the right timeline, but it fits anyway, so...)

“Are you sure about this?”

Michael stares at you, one eye hidden under a wave of golden curls, over the expanse of your queen-sized bed. You pull back the comforter and start carelessly hurling unneeded extra pillows into the corner of the room while he hesitates, his pillow tucked beneath his arm and his eyes beginning to gloss over with exhaustion. Michael still considers your bedroom off-limits—and to be fair, that had been one of the ground rules laid out when he became your roommate—so you realize it’s a difficult habit to break.

Over a year into this bizarre cohabitation, you can no longer find a good reason for that rule. Michael hasn’t complained about his spot on the couch at all since he’d moved in, even though you felt terrible about the arrangement and the meager size of your apartment. You know he’s just relieved to have a roof over his head. But now? You’re not really sure what you are to each other yet, and neither one of you seems to want to give it a proper label or anything, which is fine. It’s…comfortable. There’s been kissing and hand holding and cuddling on the couch late into the night, and you think that maybe it doesn’t need a name at all, it just is.

“Unless you’re more comfortable on the couch,” you rearrange your pillows before you climb into bed, “I’m okay with it if you are.” Settling into the mattress with a contented sigh, you tug the blankets over your legs. “As long as you don’t steal all of the covers—there’s rules, you know.”

Michael groans and slides into bed next to you, the sheets rustling as he props his pillow against the headboard. “No promises.”

“I will kick you out of this bed, Langdon.” You lift your chin and level him with what you hope is a playfully stern look. You can’t tell.

It’s late and you’re fucking exhausted, but in the semi-dark of your bedroom, you see Michael’s smug, I’d love to see you try grin. He doesn’t have it say it, but it’s there in the way he tilts his head; it’s a bit scary, you think, that you know him well enough to pick up on this sort of shit.

He drapes one arm across the pillows like it’s some sort of peace offering, and you give him a dramatic, long-suffering exhale before you scoot over. Turning on your side, you lay your head in the crook of Michael’s arm, one arm tucked next to you and the other wrapped across his broad chest. He carries so much heat that you think the blankets will eventually be an afterthought, anyway. You breathe in the scent of him—soap and clear, aquatic notes of shampoo mingling with a hint of his rich cologne—and your eyes start to close once you feel Michael’s long fingers threading through your hair.

You realize your sheets will smell like him, and you’re more than okay with that.

Michael drags his other arm from across the pillows and you feel his fingertips at the small of your back, absently tracing patterns. It’s soothing to have him here, to share this space with someone else when it’s been empty for so long. To share this space, or lack thereof, with him. Between the gentle back massage and his fingers kneading into your hair and the warmth he’s radiating, you’re drifting off within minutes.

You should have done this sooner.

It’s so cozy here, surrounded by him, that you make a serious lapse in judgement before you can even consider the consequences. You don’t think, you just press your cold feet against Michael’s bare calves, seeking the heat from his body.

Michael nearly jumps out of his fucking skin. “Shit,” he yelps, hissing through gritted teeth, the mood broken when he recoils. “Your feet are freezing.”

“Sorry,” you say, suddenly wide awake. You sit up, hair mussed from Michael’s wandering hands. “You’re warm.”

“New rule.” Michael peers up at you, voice gruff from the sleep that’s still evading him. “Don’t do that.”

“My feet get cold at night, and your abnormal body temperature is extremely convenient.”

Michael pinches the bridge of his nose and beckons you to reclaim your spot beside him with a lazy flick of his fingers. “At least warn me next time.”

“Fine.” You settle back into the crook of his arm. “Goodnight.”

You feel Michael’s breathing even out under your palm, and you feel yourself beginning to drift off again, both of you lulled back into companionable silence. It’s only when you’ve both reached peak coziness, the tension released from your muscles, the knowledge that you’ll be able to sleep in tomorrow making this feeling much more satisfying, that you hear it. The soft patter of paws on the hardwood floor.

Fuck. Your half-awake mind registers the sound—somehow, you know you’d be able to hear it in your sleep—and you squeeze your eyes shut tight as if it’ll actually protect you. You hold your breath, waiting. Counting. Utterly defenseless and far too lazy to even do anything about it. You and Michael are at his mercy.

Neither of you see it, the dark shape that launches itself onto the bed. But you feel it, the impact of a rambunctious, needy cat landing onto the pillows above your heads. Because of course the cat can’t keep away from Michael; his jealousy over your new sleeping arrangements is apparent in the way he takes his sweet ass time getting comfortable. You and Michael groan, loudly, your combined expletives sharp in the relative quiet of the bedroom. When you crack one eye open, you watch as the cat tramples all over Michael’s hair before curling up on the pillow.

“Glad you could join us,” you tell the cat, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

Michael lets out a deep exhale. “Goodnight,” he whispers to you, and the cat. To your bizarre yet contented existence together.

And eventually, you all fall asleep.

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[quiddy-writes]

Hey! Can I be added to your Dean tag list? Thanks!

Honey, I would be honored to have you on my Dean list. Welcome to hell xD 

You can also tag yourself! (Not you, though, honey, I’ve added you, you’re good)

[percywinchester27]

The Absentee was so damn good!!! The fluff and soft!Sam were swoon worthy, trust me. It was beautifully written buddy!!

THANK YOU! Really! I struggled with that one... It had been ages since I’ve written Sam, and NEVER written Daddy!Sam so I was really worried, and your words mean so much! I can’t thank you enough

You are awesome!

The absentee