#merrr fanfics

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Crowley/Castiel (Nanofic) 

3rd person Nanofiction 

Rated Mature 18+

Tags: uh, short and dirty(?), lol, suggestive

Words: 55

Title: Mercy

Do not steal or copy and paste my work anywhere else. Thank You, enjoy!

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"Mercy…"

A single word, uttered by the kiss-swollen lips of an Angel. Soft, muffled, wrecked, and sweet—dripping with honey and sprinkled with the salt of utter desperation. The tone alone makes the heat coursing through Crowley burn. 

“Mercy?” He parrots against Castiel's throat, against hickeys and cooling sweat. He chuckles, deep and rolling. “Oh Angel…” 

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Questions for writers

Tagged by @xaphrin

1. Which scene/paragraph/sentence are you the most proud of? Hmmm... Recently, it was for 100 Ways to Say 'I Love You', and it was Jericho and Raven interacting with their children. It gave me hopes I never knew I had! Also, the mess I am making in "The Lies We Told", oh what a mess... I love it. 2. For which work/piece of work do you get comments telling how marvelous it is, while you’re not that enthralled by that piece yourself? Merrr.... Quite a few of my BBRae stories. My 'Ways We Love' Series, I now hate. 'Smooth' and 'Breathe' also… 3. Which character highjacked the story they’re in? Jinx, Wally, Cyborg, and Red X- They are sooo fun for dialogue! So. Much. Sass! Also, Beast Boy... he's, to me, a very complicated character, so it's fun.

4. Which sentence/kind of sentence do you overuse? I was just thinking about this last week. Narrowing eyes, pausing, gesturing… 5. Which work of yours would you be dying to get fanart for? Any of my JeriRae stuff!! Especially for “Articulate”! Also, for BBRae “Morning Tea” 6. Which work would you rather forget? … Can I just wipe the slate clean and start over!? I literally read over some things and cringe. 7. Do you have a project you never got the nerves/guts to write? I am a serial starter! I am trying, trying to mend my wicked ways. I am working on chartered things one at a time and doing one shots on the side. I have been outlining future fics and rewrites.. I am trying!! 8. For which fandom have you written the most? (can be original fic, say if you count in terms of words, chapters or fics) Teen Titans. In second place is wresting. Yes, I started by writing wrestling fanfiction, also boyband fics. Yep, I wrote a lot of those.

Calling all fanfic writers who wanna answer!

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Bobby Singer/Reader (Microfic)

1st Person Microfiction

Rated Mature 18+

Words: 367

Tags: Fluff, Short and Sweet, One-Shot(?), In Bobby's Chevelle, bewbie touch, but that's literally it, nothing beyond that so, yeah

Title: What Does Love Taste Like?

Summary: After taking out a Vampire nest, Bobby and reader share a kiss in the front seat of his car. 

“...Because only he could get away with kissing me after two days of chasing a vamp nest with no dingy motels or their bathroom sinks.”

Do not steal or copy and paste my work anywhere else. Thank you, enjoy!

***There is an "authors note" at the end***

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What does love taste like?

Well, I imagine that if love had a taste, it would taste just like this—whiskey. Whiskey that has settled into a bed of cigarettes and iron, then aged for 48 hours in 98 degrees of Robert Singer.

There is a note of desperation, a minim of ache between us, and we ride them both with our tongues.

Yes, if love had a taste, it would be this. The lips, tongue, and spit of a man—one who means the world to me. Because only he could get away with kissing me after two days of chasing a vamp nest with no dingy motels or their bathroom sinks.

I took to a bottle of water and a toothbrush, but it seems Bobby kept it real.

“Ever heard of a toothbrush, Singer?” I ask him the moment we part. His knees spread as I straddle his thighs in the front seat of his Chevelle. He doesn’t even attempt to appear guilty or ashamed; he just shows off his signature crooked smile.

“Fergot,” he says with a lame shrug.

“Yeah? Well, you taste like a twelve-pack and stale man.”

“Well, Sugar,” Bobby blows steam in my face, hot and heavy. “Hate to break it to ya, but—I am a man.” One of his hands slides up my back and settles on the middle of my spine, while the other finds my stomach. He looks at me, his grin gone, but his eyes still shining. “See? See these big man hands? You have any idea the things they want to do to you?”

Bobby splays his fingers. They’re rough and calloused, thick and strong. Today, I watched them strangle the handle of a machete while he whacked off a band of vamp heads. Tonight, I imagine they’ll be digging into my skin while holding me tight as I ride.

The words in my head evaporate, and with a face on fire, I croak,

“I don’t know… why don’t you show me?”

Bobby tilts his chin up, holding my gaze. I bite my lip as his hand on my stomach travels up and up until it settles over a breast.

He chuckles, deep and rolling.

“Oh, gladly, Ms.”

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"Authors Note"

So, this is my first time writing fanfiction on this site, I've been gawking trying to learn how it is done by others, but, please do let me know if I have missed anything? Doubt ppl will see this one cus, allas, not enough Bobby Entreprenuers around here if you ask me, but that's what pushed me to post this one first anyways.

I'm also aware first person and microfictions seem to scare ppl off but hey, I enjoy writing both and that's all that matters to me.

If someone does read this one day lol, tell me what you think- LIKE COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE LMAO- but fr... pls. COugh. <3

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I really like Mick Davies. Like I really like Mick Davies. Does anyone else like Mick Davies? That one reminds me of Constantine just without the cigarette fetish. (I love Constantine a normal amount btw) Does anybody else enjoy Mick Davies? Please. Someone out there please please please tell me they enjoy MICK DAVIES...

I'm gunna write Mick Davies fanfiction no one's gunna read it but I'm gunna enjoy it a normal amount and no one can stop me and I'm-💥