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ladyqueendrag · 1 year

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“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

Part I

Squid Game The Salesman x OF f reader

This is an expansion to the Drabble I wrote

Pairing: The Salesman x OF Reader

Rating:NC-17 but this chapter doesn’t have the sexy part yet 😩 bare with me, you sexy assholes, you!

Warning: smut, stalking, blackmail, dubcon, The Salesman being a sexy creep, reader is an OF girl so ya know, dirty talk, oral, a slap, just dirty, you guys, it’s just filth.

Summary: The Salesman was told to pick the next player… And he messed up badly.

You play the game and win. That’s all they have to do. Play. And just maybe win.

“Good luck.” Said the Salesman to himself in a smug way as his eyes skimmed the streets of Seoul. He was looking for a particular face in the crowd. Your face. He was given a list of names of those down on their luck. And it was finally your turn to play on his list.

He sat down on an empty bench and opened his briefcase, looking at the picture of the girl he was searching for. Your face. He wasn’t going to admit it; quite frankly he wasn’t allowed to admit it, but the second he saw your picture, he felt a little flutter as his eyebrow cocked to the side and a quick tightness in his slacks.

He knew your face, your place of employment, and where you liked to hang out. That was more than enough for him. And if the worse was to happen, he had your home address as well.

He put your picture away in his briefcase and made his way to the foreign bookstore he knew you worked at. The small chime on the door dinged and he heard a soft voice. “Welcome.” A soft women’s voice said in a heavy American accent.

Bingo. He found you.

You never took your eyes off the task at hand, even when greeting customers. You were too miserable to be courteous. You were a struggling woman in the heart of Seoul trying to get by; you moved to South Korea with the prospects of being close to your friends and getting a good job where you didn’t struggle paycheck to paycheck. And then all of that went to shit. After borrowing all the money you could from friends and family back in the states, you picked up a job at a small book store. But that’s wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to make ends meet.

What is a girl to do who’s shit out of luck and can’t catch a break? You did what you would hope no one ever would find out; you became a camgirl and did sex videos to make money.

You became numb to your schedule. Bookstore for the majority of the day, then rush home and turn on that camera and get naked. Quite frankly in the beginning you didn’t mind it too much. Other than the occasional paranoia of someone you care about finding out what you do, your sex drive made the humiliation tolerable.

You were throwing your usual pity party as you got on your knees and started to sort out books by alphabetical order, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching you closely. You self-consciously tugged at your mini skirt and pulled up your tight blouse, knowing better you should have packed an additional set of clothes and not worn your “other job’s uniform” to work. But you didn’t have the time today. You never wore such an outfit to the bookshop but you were strapped for time and your work slacks were in the wash.

“Pardon me-“

“AHH!” You screamed and dropped the books as you turned around on your knees, glasses almost falling off your face.

The man in front of you in a suit and tie gave an amused look, smirk plastered on his handsome face as he took a step back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as he squatted down to retrieve a book that made its way in front of him. Your cheeks flushed and you adjusted your glasses as you took in the gorgeous stranger in front of you.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, I startle easily, I think.” You said, trying to push past the embarrassment as he handed you the book in his hand.

“Well, try not to. It’s not like you’re alone here.” The man said as he smirked, knowing full well she was in fact alone today in her day shift.

“Oh, well I actually am today.” You said as you placed one book on top of the other, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

“What? You are?” The man bullshitted in false pretense and even let out a small tsk. “Well, I do apologize for startling you, ma’am.” He gave a smile and held out his hand to you. It was only then that you realized you were looking for support to stand up from the ground. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

You took the stranger’s soft hand and stood to your feet, smiling back until you heard a small pop.

More embarrassing? Well, it just became absolutely, painfully humiliating.

His eyes went wide as he narrowed down to your chest. A button had popped off your top, revealing the top of your breast and the lacy red bra underneath. You slowly looked down at yourself and then brought your gaze up to the man’s surprised face.

“Well, now that I have made a complete and total fool of myself, twice, I’m gonna go back and do my inventory before my skirt falls off or I throw up.” You gave the gentleman a bow and turned around, wanting to drop dead at that very moment.

“Oh, miss, I don’t scare easily. At all.” You turned around, holding the books to your chest like some school girl talking to her crush.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a second.” He said while slipping a hand into his pocket and placing his briefcase on the floor.

Your eyes went from the briefcase to his face a few times. “Sorry, we’re not soliciting anything at the moment, sir.” You said, pushing the glasses once more up your nose.

He grinned again and you felt your pussy spasm. What the fuck, bitch? Why are you so quickly smitten by any handsome man that shows you interest? But there was something about this man… This Salesman?

“You know, I get that a lot… But I would love to steal a moment of your time.” You bit your lip at his words, your high heels tapping against the tile floor loudly.

And the Salesman couldn’t help but to take in your figure, feeling like a fucking perv at that moment.

“I… I’m-I’m so sorry, I really need to get back to what I’m doing but if you have any questions about any book…” you started to turn around, starting to feel a bit nervous but his voice made you stop on your track.

“There’s no one here… Y/N.”

Your eyes went wide and you were struck with fear. You did not own a name tag for anyone to know your name. What. The. Fuck?

You slowly turned on your heel, removing your glasses and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“… Who are you?” You said in a shaky voice. And of course, that caused the man to grin wickedly.

………

“You want me to do WHAT, now?!”

You both were sitting on a desk behind the bookstore, your feet tapping once more as you listened to this man’s ridiculous words.

“I’m asking for you to play a game with me.” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two envelopes, a red one and a blue one. Why the hell was this man smiling so damn much knowing he was scaring the fuck out of you? And why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“For money?” You asked, earning a nod from him.

“Against you?” And that earned another nod from The Salesman.

Your eyes went from the envelopes to his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “What’s the worse that can happen, Y/N?” He asked, cocking a brow as he tilted his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, silence filling the store for a moment.

‘It would be so easy, Y/N. And you can give up your second job.’ You thought deeply for a second. A shaky hand reached up to his, slowly inching up to the red envelope when you stopped yourself.

“… No. No, thank you.” You said and stood up, fearing the worst about this game and where it would lead.

That took The Salesman by surprise and he gave you a confused look.

“Aren’t you sick of working in a bookshop, living paycheck to paycheck with no end in sight?”

So he didn’t know? About your second income? What a fucking relief!

“Actually, sir, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. Not anymore. Thank you for your offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

‘Second income? She doesn’t have a second income.’ He thought to himself as he placed the envelopes back in his chest pocket.

“There’s no need to lie, Y/N. I know this is your only source of money and you need it badly.”

There was a switch in your brain the second you looked up at the old grandfather clock. It was time to clock out and go to your second job. It was as if another personality took over your body and you slowly turned to face him, a sensuous look on your face as you started to approach the Salesman.

Now it was his turn to swallow hard as he gave you a quizzical look. You strutted to him, hands at your hips until you were inches from him, and then you trapped him against the desk, hands slamming down on each side of the desk.

“If only you knew.” Your voice changed, your nose just a hair away from his and his eyes went wide.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back away from you.

“I make more than you probably do, sir. Way more… And you don’t wanna know. Trust. Me.” Your nails dragged against the desk and you pulled away from him, leaving the Salesman with confusion and a hard-on he wasn’t expecting.

“Now, lock up!” You threw the store keys at him, his hands barely catching them as you stood tall with dripping sexuality. “I trust you to have a goodnight, dear sir.” You grabbed your Louis Vuitton from beside the desk and strutted away, slamming the front door. And he was so damn confused. A second form of income was not at all in your file.

“Well… That’s a new one.” The Salesman thought to himself, eyes moving rapidly in confusion.

‘She’s lying. And I’m gonna make her play the game. One way or another.’

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tintentrinkerin · 3 years

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Title: Pink Pulse

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: explicit

Tags: Bottom!Dean, Top!Sam, Witch OC, Magic, Demon Blood!Sam, Horny Idiots, Breeding kink, Dean has a magic pussy, slightly crack!fic

Summary: Dean wants to piss Ruby off and reclaim Sam as his. During a bender he meets Mandrake, a shady witch who offers him help.

Word Count: 4.5k

READ UNDER THE CUT OR ON AO3

When Dean Winchester regains his consciousness on this cold and foggy morning, he doesn’t really expect a surprise. He’s been drinking for a day… or maybe two, after Ruby, this damn bitch!, showed up again to lure Sam back. It’s her usual fucked up game, she does that when the angels aren’t looking. Sometimes, Dean knows it, Sam secretly calls her and when he sneaks out, Dean knows where’s going. And when he returns he stinks of blood and skank.

Dean’s head hurts like crazy. It takes several attempts for him to roll from his stomach to his back and then get a grip on the dumpster he’s lying next to and swing his body up. His feet feel jiggly and his stomach seems to be empty but he’s nauseous as hell. He hasn’t been robbed, that’s a good thing, his phone, his purse, even the keys to the Impala are still in his pockets. He checks his phone.

It’s 7.38am. Okay, great. He might’ve just passed out a few hours and if he’s super lucky, Baby is parked in close distance.

His phone shows several texts from Sam and from someone who calls themselves “Mandrake”. Doesn’t ring a bell. Not yet. Rather, Dean browses Sam’s texts which tone switches from mopey, to angry, to frightened and then there are over thirty missed calls. Holy shit, was Dean really gone for just a night? Dean tumbles out the alley and winks at the bright daylight he’s now exposed to. He might call Sam before he really freaks out. Some memories flare up in his brain about the damn fight, and that Dean insisted Sam was caught by Ruby so easily because he was underfucked and needed pussy a little too bad. He still thinks he’s right.

There is something to that word. Pussy. Dean loves saying it, Dean loves eating it, Dean loves everything revolving around it, but when he accused Sam of being a horny underfucked loser craving some, he felt bitter about it. A feeling that he had earlier, before Sam went to Stanford. Now Dean is a grown ass man with the Apocalypse on his heels, he has more pressing issues - or so it seems.

He phones Sam while stumbling through the alleys and trying to find Baby. Damn. His pants feel weird. Like he has a wedgie. In the front.

“Dean! For fuck’s sake, where are you?!”

Dean stops in his tracks and scratches his crotch.

“Chill out, Sammy. I’ll find out where I am, I just need to find the damn car.”

“I was a second away from letting Castiel locate you.”

“Forget the damn angel, I’m on my way.”

Sam scoffs into the phone.

“You’re such an idiot. Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“No, no, I don’t. I thought you’re sucking pussy all night.”

Sam hangs up without another word.

There it is again, this fucking thought. That Sam could be out fucking Ruby while he’s been… what? What exactly happened between nightfall and now? There was a fight, not physical, but Dean has been so fucking close to slap the bitch across the face. Sam stopped him.

Dean finds the pub where he supposedly was drinking his anger away. It’s closed. The “Full Moon”. And it’s been a full moon last night. How damn right poetic. His phone rings.

“Yo, Sammy - wanna apologize and admit you’ve been eatin’ her all night?”

A female voice on the phone laughs. Dean frowns.

“Who’s this?”

“Mandrake. Don’t you remember?”

“I remember jack. Where’d you get my number?”

Dean knows, he should hang up. This is maybe a very bad idea. Give too much away. This woman sounds familiar but a lot of women do, he’s not exactly in celibacy since he’s back from Hell.

“I got it from you, idiot. And I got something else.”

Dean follows the main road for as long as he somehow feels he’s been here before. He surely didn’t drive far from the motel but far enough that Sam wouldn’t find him. This is so not usual for Dean. Being a mopey idiot? Yes. Getting drunk? Also very much yes. It itches in Dean’s pants and when he makes sure no one’s looking he sticks his hands in his boxers.

Holy shit. What the fuck.

Sam can’t focus. He sits at the motel room’s table, trying to do research, but he just can’t block out all of the things that distract him. The flickering TV. The humming of the air conditioning system. His fingernails clicking on his laptop’s keyboard. The thoughts. All of his thoughts combined as sinister and hilarious and frightening they are at the same time. Dean’s been gone for two damn nights. Okay, now he’s back, sitting on the sofa, manspreading. Only in his now deflated looking underwear. Watching something on TV that Sam can’t process. He sees the images, but his mind is racing like crazy around all the other things. The goosebumps on his own arms, the sound of his own breath. He feels the harsh and fast pumping of his heart, circulating his blood. He can feel his pupils dilate. And his legs won’t hold still. He has to move somehow.

Ruby’s blood wasn’t enough last time. The fuck wasn’t enough. Everything aches inside Sam. Anger is like a fist in his stomach but he isn’t quite sure if the anger is the fuel of everything.

He knows Dean hates it when he bounces like this, his legs are shaking and damn, something is pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Of course it’s not something. Thing is, he wants to ignore it.

Dean seems to be calm right now, but he’s sitting right under the air conditioning, the blow is ruffling his hair while he stares on the screen, his arms crossed, legs spread out. He scratches himself. There. Sam follows the movement and gulps.

And then, shit, Sam, stop fucking looking at your brother’s crotch! - but he can’t stop! - Dean isn’t scratching anymore. Two of his fingers press right between his thighs, the fabric rustles, and it turns wet. The fucking boxers get wet. Dean doesn’t even seem to notice, but he should. It’s his body! It’s his-

Sam can’t even think it without feeling a rush of hot blood and sharp imaginary knives stabbing his lower stomach. Pulse spikes up. Pupils dilated. Mouth waters. Sam tries to hide a grunt but he can’t.

“Sammy, you good?”, Dean asks, still rubbing his-

Sam looks at him. He must look like a drug addict in withdrawal. Well, maybe he is. He’s maybe addicted to- it’s all Ruby’s fault. She came when Dean died and she lured him in, now he can’t stop thinking of her warm salty blood in his mouth. Or his teeth on her skin. His tongue-

“Fuck.”

Dean looks irritated.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry, I don’t even remember most of the fight. It’s only twelve or thirteen days from now and I’m-- I’m normal again.”

Sam inhales. Dean’s scent was building over the last couple of hours and now it’s so thick, musky and intoxicating that it’s hard to ignore it.

“Shut up and take a shower.”

Dean now closes his legs and presses his hands on his thighs. He looks at Sam with furrowed eyebrows.

“There’s nicer ways to tell me I still stink of garbage.”

If it was only fucking garbage! Sam is so close to yell it, to jump up, throw the table over or punch a wall.

“You don’t stink.”

“Then what?”

Dean gets up and walks towards the table. His chest is heaving, Sam notices. Breathing heavy. Such a broad chest, covered in goosebumps. Sam feels incredibly sick all of a sudden.

“I can smell…”, Sam needs to cover his mouth and nose with his hand. The closer Dean comes the worse it gets.

“Now tell me already, if I don’t stink anymore what’s the problem?”

“Dean, I could smell a chipmunk’s fart from miles away, that is a problem.”

Sam needs to breathe. He jumps up and throws himself over to the window and opens it. He should’ve done that way earlier, he realizes. But Dean is behind him now.

“Unless we have chipmunks with flatulences in here, I still don’t have a clue what’s going on.”

Dean touches Sam’s shoulder. Adrenaline. Dopamine. Oh holy shit, the whole hormonal time bomb erupts inside Sam’s body. When he turns around, he’s sure he looks super frightening to Dean, but he can’t stop, won’t stop and pulls Dean close. Dean freezes. A shaky little laugh.

“Sammy… what…”

“I can smell your pussy”, Sam growls, his lips on Dean’s skin.

Dean doesn’t smell like a woman at all, everything about him is testosterone, if there wasn’t this tiny anomaly about him.

That he got himself hexed by a shady witch.

There’s no struggle against Sam’s force when he pushes Dean against the table and then -- as if he waited for it -- Dean hops on that table, opens his legs for Sam.

“What are you doing?”, he still asks, his green eyes big and glassy, lips a cute pout.

Sam has no answer to that than before: “Your smell drives me mad. I need…”

What does Sam need? His brother? His magical pussy? Or wouldn't it be easier to run away to mountains nearby and scream from the bottom of his lungs until he passed out?

Decisions, decisions.

Dean's face has the colour of fresh pink guava juice, his freckles pop, his eyes pop. His lips part for a second. His tongue flicks. No Sam knows exactly what he needs.

“Do you need it? My pussy?” Dean whispers. He slowly pulls his boxer briefs down to his ass but then Sam needs to help, Dean clings on him, Sam pulls. Dean lays across the - thank GOD, long table and is spread out like a delicious meal, while Sam frees Dean from the fabric. It's more ripping then pulling and Sam groans, shit, he's ripped them apart. But then, when Dean opens his legs even more, lying here on his back like a beetle, helpless and weirdly pliant, the odor of Dean's pussy makes Sam cuss and tumble.

“Fuck, Dean…”

“Huh? Not good?”

Sam is out of words, super-ego just logged out with an ‘I have no power here’ and damn right it doesn't!

Dean's pussy is perfect. Another grunt. Holy shit. Instead of an answer for Dean, Sam kneels between Dean's wonderfully wide spread legs. His brother is the definition of a bottom here. Just opening his legs for anyone. Even Sam. The smell is intense and rich, Sam knows it from the other women he's been with... but Dean has one perfect twist. He smells like Sam's brother, too. Musky and citric. And that makes Sam go lizard brain.

“I need to taste you.”

Dean now even slides closer, his legs lie on Sam's shoulder. Sam jerks up and leans over the table, over Dean's naked body. This pussy is just the material of Sam's wet dreams. His nose rubs Dean's skin under his belly button and Dean moans.

“Do it, Sammy. Fucking do it or I'll push your face in my pussy myself.”

Well. Not the worst threat he's ever received. Sam's hand trails between Dean's legs and when he feels the wetness, a fucking intense wetness that is spread all over. Even the thighs are a little glossy from Dean's fluids.

Sam needs to see. Going down, he pushes Dean's legs apart even wider and dives in between these legs. Pink and juicy, dripping wet. The smells almost knocks him out, makes his mouth water and a generous drop of drool falls from his lips. He cannot fucking take that anymore. And Sam pushes Dean closer to him, winds his arms under Dean's now trembling legs and -

Dean cries out, muscles flex, he kicks out, then sinks down again. Just one damn lick.

Sam is in such rage that he can't be fully a gentleman here and do everything slowly, patiently. He's hungry and his primal urge has taken over. Greedy, he licks up and down Dean's labia, tongue working and opening his brother's pussy up and Dean sounds so fucking hot. No girl or guy ever made him sound so needy and so desperate for a fuck. He tastes just as good as Sam imagines when he sucks the thick and sweet wetness from Dean's pussy, sucks on the folds while his fingers run up and down Dean's thighs and Sam needs one free hand now, his thumb rubbing just above the hood of the clit, other finger just teasing his entrance. Not really pushing it in, just a little rubbing while Sam sucks and licks and circles Dean's clit with his tongue.

Dean feels like he is losing his mind. Not only that Sam really is between his legs and gives him mind blowing oral sex, fuck, Dean loves it. He thought Sam was angry but the way he devoured Dean's pussy, anger was definitely gone. He can't stop moaning and winding and his hands in Sam's hair. When he looks down and sees his brother's face up and down, he looks very focused on what he's doing. And in Dean feelings build up, it's a heat and a tumbling, never felt like this.

In a moment of taking a deep breath and Sam looks up, Dean's juices run down his chin and in the collar of his shirt. “Dean, you taste so good…” he says and bites in Dean's thigh. Doesn't hurt. “Better than anything.”

Dean shudders. He needs more.

“Sammy, keep going.”

Sam smirks, his thumb circling Dean’s now swollen and hot clit, his whole pussy is slick with his wetness. No woman Sam ever had sex got that wet.

His thumb is gentle, a perfect rhythm of circling. Stopping. Circling. Stopping. Little pressure. Dean’s body feels on fire.

“Is that what the girls tell you when you go down on them?” Sam asks, his voice rustling leaves.

Dean can’t help but utter a short, almost hysterical laugh.

“I never really listened.”

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, Sam clicks his tongue.

“You should’ve. Not only that. Listen to what they say but what-”

Sam finger slides in Dean’s wet pussy with one fast but well adjusted movement. Dean winds and arches his back. Tries to get Sam’s finger away and yet…

“-when they want to escape you, you’re doing it right.”

“Sam, for fuck’s sake! I had enough sex with enough people to know the god damn basics!”

But feeling it himself gives him a whole new sense for it. Sam’s finger moves, wet sounds, in and out and it takes not even a blink and Dean begs for more. Two fingers, holy shit, Sam’s fingers are thick and long and when he starts fucking Dean’s pussy with them while sucking on his clit, the impulse to turn on his stomach and either crawl away or present his naked ass to invite Sam to fuck him -- Dean wants both!

Sam’s ‘come hither’ movements tighten the knot in Dean’s stomach. That’s not what an orgasm feels like for him when he’s about to blow. This is so much deeper, feel tight and hot right up to his lower belly. The noises Sam makes as he sucks Dean’s clit are downright vulgar. And the faster Dean’s breath goes, the more he tries to wind away, Sam’s hand around his upper thigh is a bench vice - he won’t let Dean go. Not unless…

Dean can feel it. He whines “fuck, Sammy, ‘m gonna cum…” and this would be the same moment he came. If Sam just sucked his dick. But this is… slower. And Sam goes absolutely frantic, like a boxer he just goes for Dean’s weak spots and he has definitely found them now and he rubs Dean’s insides, sucks his clit, damn how big can such a tiny thing swell? And Dean fucks himself on these fingers, his rhythm clashes against Sam’s, the bigger the friction, the better. His fingers clench in Sam’s hair and then finally, Dean comes, he feels like exploding, black dots in his sight and he has to close his eyes. His heartbeat goes straight up to his throat, only faint moans, a ‘holy fu…’ but he can’t even finish a fucking curse. Sam won’t stop fucking him, but slower now, more gentle. His tongue presses against Dean’s clit. Dean feels Sam’s breath on his wet skin. Everything tingles still, Dean’s hornystupidmanbrain is on standby, extremities just twitch helplessly.

When Dean opens his eyes he only sees the dirty brown ceiling and the dim light.

“I need a smoke”, Dean blurts out. Oh, the sweet refusal to acknowledge what just happened.

“Fuck, you clenched so hard I thought you would break my fingers.”

Sam sounds so deep, so gravely. Does Ruby hear that a lot?

Dean laughs, trying not to choke on his jealousy. Sam just ate him out. His brother. Just. Ate. Him. Out! Dean feels like he took drugs, heavy, light, euphoric. Not tired. This doesn’t seem to end in a hangover.

“Sam. I really, really wanted that”, another stupid thing to stay. But Dean’s stupid, especially when things are about Sam.

Sam scoffs. “I guessed, otherwise you would’ve punched me to a pulp.”

“Damn right…”

Dean covers his face with his arm, the dim light is too much right now. His breath hasn’t even calmed down yet and somehow, he has to admit, he’s not satisfied. The climax gave him a solid blank for a couple seconds but even now he’s throbbing and wet, Sam’s spit hasn’t made him any drier.

Dean is still a powerhouse of sex, Sam can’t deny it. Resting between his legs doesn’t help but he doesn’t dare to get up and reveal that he is rock-hard and ready. Eating his brother out has been a wild ride already, something he maybe dreamed of as a teenager (but even then - who would imagine Dean as a girl?), of sucking him off like he saw when Dean brought a girl or a dude home. Sam needs to get himself up, slowly, Dean is lying there, arm covering his eyes, but a smile on his face. He grins like an idiot. It’s cute.

Silence.

Awkward.

Sam doesn’t know what to say now, he’s lost control, because his brother grew a pussy. How could you ever explain that? Gladly he doesn’t have to.

Dean gets up, his eyes look teary, but not in the sad I’m-about-to-cry way. He rather pulls Sam close and whispers, something so idiotic, something so innocent, and yet something that makes Sam’s boner grow even more.

“You didn’t even kiss me first.”

“Sorry”, Sam replies, he’s just as stupid.

Dean makes it easy for Sam, wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck and kissing him. This is just another short circuit for him and before Sam realizes what he’s doing, his vision turns red. His instincts and his lust are wired to the taste and smell of blood - and Ruby. This is not Ruby. Gladly, this is not Ruby. It’s Dean. The one he thought of when it first happened, the one he was mourning so deeply. Now he gets what he wants from the person he wants. Bingo.

His brother is heavy, but Sam’s strength is to be reckoned with these days. It’s easy to lift him up - Dean’s legs wind around his hips, his ass feels so great. Firm. Dean moans in his mouth when Sam throws him on one of the motel beds and follows, laying his full weight on his brother.

“Sammy…”

Damn, Dean’s fumbling on his zipper.

“You’re big.”

Scoff.

“Am I?”

“Yeah.” Dean looks really intrigued. Sam lets it happen. Dean slides a hand in his boxer briefs and squeezes his raging dick.

“Fuck. Dean.”

These big pleading eyes. Sometimes Dean looks at him like this. And he looks younger than Sam now. Needy. Small. Vulnerable. Sam can never say no when Dean looks like this. He kicks out of his jeans and Dean is so damn impatient. Fabric tears on the seams. Sam doesn’t care.

The way Dean strokes him, the close they are it would be easy, way too easy just to slide inside Dean. Feel his wetness, how tight. How hot. And greedy. Swallowing Sam’s cock like he did with his fingers. Dean stops him. Sam’s heart sinks. It hurts.

“Take everything off”, Dean just says, “I don’t want to feel like quick fuck-”

Sam just has to laugh.

“Never”, he vows and then pulls the shirt over his head and throws it over his shoulder.

The way he towers over Dean, ready to mount, he feels like a steam breathing monster. He really shouldn’t do that. He’s spiralling down to something he never wanted to be. But he can be with Dean this way. Just this once…?

More than once…?

Dean’s legs around his hips trap him now, he can feel the slick wet folds on his cock already and all he can do now is just thrust in. Around his fingers Dean already felt like heaven and hell on earth, but this. Sam hisses, he feels like growing fangs, he digs his teeth in Dean’s neck, he tastes salt and sweat, Dean whimpers but doesn’t complain.

“God… so deep…”, he says. Like he can’t believe it.

“Hurts?”

Dean makes a sound that says ‘nuh-uh’ and that’s enough for Sam. He even pulls Sam closer, his legs force his cock deeper inside this fucking wet and inviting pussy.

This is so much better than Ruby. He needs to fucking forget her. The deeper he sinks, the harder he thrusts and sweat runs down in his eyes and makes them sting, he forgets about what all of this could mean for them. He just wants to fuck Dean silly. And Dean clings on him like he’s drowning in this feeling, no matter how harsh Sam is. His hips are snapping, damn, it must hurt, right? He eventually slows down to kiss Dean sloppily and open mouthed, their moans intertwining and building a cacophony of sounds, loud and rough, soft at the same time. Sam manages to slow down a little and Dean relaxes.

“I want you to fuck me from behind”, Dean mumbles on Sam’s lips, trying to hide the fact he’s blushing deep.

Sam huffs.

“Yeah. Whatever you want.” Babe.

He almost called Dean babe. Sam winds out, slides out, winces. It feels so good, Dean’s so wet, Dean’s just perfect.

On all fours, arms spread out like a silly yoga pose, back stretched… Sam definitely dreamt of this more than once. This time he pushes in slowly, and Dean arches his back. His breath staggers, yelps. But yet again, after a second of adjusting, Dean starts moving. Fucking himself on Sam’s cock and saying such nasty, irritating, hot things. He mewls and begs for more and then.

“God, Sammy, cum inside me!”

Sam stops. Dean repeats. “Cum inside me!”

There’s no way Sam can deny him, he’s close since Dean started working him like he did it a thousand times already. Sam grips those hips tight, leaves white marks, then pink long traces of his fingernails as he snaps in Dean’s pussy, shit, these sounds. Juicy and full, and Dean’s longing. This is the best fuck. This is it. This is what will blow Sam’s mind for hours, the whole night. Days.

“You want me to breed you, big bro?”, he hears himself say, the animalistic side, awake, fully in rage makes him say it, he can’t stop. “You want me to pump my load in ya?”

Dean nods frantically, his mewling and crying is so pretty. He’s still bouncing on Sam’s cock, his wonderful, round and firm ass, perfect for slapping. And Sam does. Dean whimpers, “please, more, Sammy, more!”

Sam claws at Dean’s hair, pulls it, overstretching his neck. He’s so out of control he might fuck Dean all bruised and sore.

“Touch your clit, c’mon babe, rub it. Cum on my cock and you’ll get it. I’ll knock you up”, whoa.

Dean does it, his hand traces down his body and he starts rubbing his swollen, red, overstimulated clit, squeezes it between his fingers and starts rubbing, circling.. hard to find the thing that gets you going, right? But soon, Dean writhes even more, his voice turns higher. Legs start shaking. “I think I’m gonna-”

He cums on Sam’s cock, clenching and moaning, getting so wet it drenches Sam’s crotch and runs down both their legs. The feeling is amazing, Sam’s checked out once again, babbling “Good boy, good boy” and then shoots a generous load of cum, he tumbles and hips snap and snap, until he’s finished.

They collapse, sweaty and gasping for air, Dean makes incoherent post orgasm noises.

Another period of silence that is only interrupted by the usual motel room sounds that creep back in Sam’s ears. He wants to pull out but Dean claws on his arm, his legs trapping Sam’s.

“No, no. Not yet. Please not yet.”

Sam sinks back and gives Dean what he needs, the closeness. Even though after some time fluids will dry and get cold. It will get sticky and that’s when Sam will have the urge to shower.

Not with Dean. They stay like this for minutes before Dean turns around, Sam lets him. They lay beside each other and the whole scene is hilariously and bizarrely romantic. They keep kissing and Dean’s like the devourer of Sam’s kisses and affections.

Dean rubs his nose on Sam’s, humming. He seems so proud of himself, so satisfied, but then his eyes widen.

“Oh. Shit.”

He gets up on one elbow and looks at the mess they made. Cum is leaking out of him and he wipes it from his thigh. Tastes it.

“Dean, really?”

“Hey. It’s only natural. Have you never been curious?”

Sam shrugs. “Yeah I was, but I never thought you would be.”

“You know this breeding kink thing. I did that before but I- I mean. Hot fantasy, works with anal but… Do I need an emergency pill now?”

Dean’s face is deadpan serious. Sam clears his throat to hide that he actually wants to laugh. How could he know?

“Just to be sure, I would say a magical pussy isn’t spunk proof. We could get to a pharmacy ...”

Dean falls silent and leans into Sam. There’s so many things unsaid and he’s not in the mood to unpack it. Sam is reluctant either. It’s enough for him to hold Dean close, pet his hair and keep kissing him over and over until they feel in the mood again. That Dean’s been hexed is a secondary matter. They will enjoy it as long it lasts.

Sam goes down on Dean, even when he’s still leaking cum, he just swallows it, he doesn’t mind. And when they get tangled into each other, both thinking ‘well, if he needs an emergency pill we’ll make it worth it’.

Consequences? Which consequences?

Apocalypse might come, they might enjoy every fucked up delightful thing along the way.

#wincest #dean x sam #sam winchester #dean winchester #rating:nc 17 #dean with a pussy #wincest smut

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thestuckylibrary · 6 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you but I’d love it if you could help me find a fic. Can’t remember much but what I can remember is this: Bucky turns himself into the military and lives in an army base where he goes to therapy and reads a lot of books. At one point he’s undergoing some medical procedure or he’s unconscious or something and a lot of people take turns reading The Hobbit to him? I think he became agitated when Steve was reading and at one point Tony read too.

This one. Make sure to read the tags.

There Is No Shortage of Blood* by alby_mangroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis) (WIP | 224,118 | E ) *past noncon; suicidal thoughts ; self harm

The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.

(And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)

#srtazombie #trope:recovery #trope:hurtcomfort #established relationship #cw:rape/noncon #cw:self-harm #suicidal ideation #status:wip #length:over50k #rating:NC-17 #mod iamnmbr3

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 3 years

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Benefits of Overtime

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x Fem!Reader

Rating:NC-17

Warnings: old man jokes at Jack, flirty goodness, weapons, smutty goodness, unprotected sex (wrap it up), rough sex, Jack’s filthy mouth, lasso being used for smutty times

Word Count: 1,722

Summary: Reader finds herself a little tied up with the senior agent when they both decide to stay and do a little overtime at Statesman

Author’s Notes: So this just happened. My lovely best friend @clint-aww-no-barton sent me a video of Kit Young practicing with his guns and this ended up happening. It was suppose to be just a drabble and the last part wasn’t going to happen but it did. I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is so welcome like please come yell with me about my work. I will cry happy tears if you do

ao3 link for story

The quietness of Statesman after hours always made you feel comfortable. You stuck around a lot after many of the agents went home to finish up paperwork, and sometimes end up staying all night to answer the emergency line. You never minded given that you didn’t believe in a strict sleeping schedule. You had just ran to get copies of some paperwork and were heading back down the long hallway to slide some of the papers under doors. Until you noticed a certain senior agent’s door open and a light shining across the floor. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion on why Jack was still here this late. You picked up your steps until you stepped into the light of his open door. There this man stood, usual suit jacket and cowboy hat off, his sleeves rolled up and his guns resting in their usual holsters on his shoulders. You quickly hid yourself from his sight and watched as he pulled his guns out and starting slinging them, spinning and throwing them to catch. You bit your lip trying to keep from giggling. You had no idea he was the type to practice something he did for years in front of a mirror. You crept into his office quietly before leaning on the wall.

“Didn’t think you would have to practice that with a mirror there Jack,” you smirked finally letting out a giggle as he spun around guns still in hand.

“How do you think I stay so good darlin’?” He smirked the pet name rolling off his tongue making you blush slightly.

He slid his guns back in their holsters and strutted his way over to you.

“You been doing it for a long ass time, old man,” you looked up at him as he stopped inches from you.

“Oh darlin’ blow right to the heart,” he made a face before clutching at his chest.

“You know I’m kidding,” you held out his stack of paperwork to him and he took it.

He stayed where he was his eyes still locked on yours. He searched your face before you swore you saw him shake his head slightly. He turned, walking the papers to his desk.

“Staying late to finish paperwork up again?”

“Yeah probably going to be here all night. Thought I would stick around and answer the phone if it rings.”

“Do you ever get tired?” Jack let out a chuckle as he leaned himself on his desk and crossed his arms.

“Not much,” you laughed before looking over him.

This look was good on him and the holsters added a touch that made your body spike slightly in temperature. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find the man attractive and his certain skills to be a turn on. The two of you fell into a silence that was your cue to move on.

“Don’t shoot yourself or that mirror. That would be a lot of bad luck there cowboy,” you smirked as you motioned at the mirror.

“I’ll be sure to be careful,” he gave you a chuckle.

“Have a good night Jack,” you smiled before turning to leave.

“Have a good night darlin’.”

***

The numbers and letters that danced across the screen as you typed were all starting to look the same. You needed to give your eyes a break. You sat back in your chair for a few moments staring out of your window at the few lights that were still on around town. You glanced down to see that Jack’s Bronco was still here and your curiosity was peaked. You turned back around in your seat to check the cameras to see if you could see him and found him in the weapons room actually using his guns. You watched him for way too long, a feeling growing slowly in your stomach and between your legs at the sight. Finally you made yourself get up and make your way to the room.

The weapons room at Statesman was fancy, just like pretty much everything else here. You could change the way the room was set up so all sorts of weapons could be used in a single space. You had lit up in awe the first time Ginger showed you around and taught you how it worked. As you walked to the door, scanning your card to get in, you could hear the sound of a whip being put into action. You slipped in and stood behind the small space protected with high grade glass and watched Jack do his thing. You licked your lips again at the sight of the man flinging his whip around like it was nothing, which for him it wasn’t. Finally he did a spin and stopped dead seeing you.

“You know darlin’ you keep sneaking up on this old cowboy you are going to give me a heart attack,” he gave you a smile still and you walked to the door meeting him there.

“Sorry. I noticed your truck still here and I went to look for you,” you gave him a shy smile suddenly feeling different in his presence.

“Well I’m glad you did darlin’. I was just about to get the lasso out. You step your pretty self right back there and I’ll show you a thing or two,” he motioned to the wall behind you and you stepped back to watch.

He pushed a button to set the room up and went to swinging, showing off with a few tricks as he lassoed the human dummy at the end of the room. You couldn’t help squeezing your legs together slightly at the sight. You had way too many daydreams about the man using the lasso to tie you up and have his way with you and it was all that was running through your mind at the moment. When he finished he wrapped the rope around his hands and turned to you.

“I don’t know how you do it. I barley know how to shoot a gun,” you let out a chuckle trying not to show how flustered you were.

“I very vividly remember you taking me down during combat training once there darlin’.”

“Oh whatever you let me do that.”

“I’m very proud to say I didn’t. You did it all by yourself.”

He had stepped closer to you and once again you found yourself inches from the man and caged in between the wall behind you and him. You gulped which you were sure he could hear and glanced down at the lasso still in his hands. His eyes went to it as well and then his eyebrows shot up before looking back at you with an all knowing smirk. He didn’t even give you time to think before he has you spun around and slammed flat against the wall. You let out a gasp as he quickly and skillfully wrapped the lasso around your wrists tying them together behind your back.

“Is that what you wanted darlin’?”

“Yes, Sir,” you let the word slip past your lips with a smirk before meeting his eyes.

You had never seen Jack like this. Hunger and lust danced in his now almost black eyes as he skillfully snaked his arm around you and unbuttoned your pants before ripping them and your panties down your legs. Another gasp fell from your lips at the cool air hitting your already wet center. You could hear him undoing his pants and before you even knew it he was hilt deep inside of you. He wasted no time, not even letting you get used to the stretch he was causing. Suddenly he moved the two of you away from the wall and grasped at your tied hands and started to rail into you at a very quick and hard pace. You finally let out a moan, your body and mind trying to catch up with the quick actions.

“This was you always wanted huh? You know I notice the looks you give me all the time. Checking out the senior agent, wanting him to tie you up and use you,” the words growled in your ear caused you to shiver.

“Fuck yes Sir,” you whimpered.

He never let up, his mouth finally connecting to your neck, before he reached a hand up and turned your head to meet your lips. You melted into him then. You let him take you and use you. You could feel yourself inching closer and closer with each thrust to your high, before you pulled away panting and already ruined.

“I…I’m so close,” you whispered out the words.

His forehead pressed to yours, eyes locking. He took the hand he had used to move your head and ran it down your body to your clit and started fast and hard circles.

“Cum for me,” it was nothing short of an order and you fell apart.

You knew the only way you were still standing was because of him. He held you up as your body spasmed and shook at the intense orgasm. He never let up until he had emptied himself inside of you, your name rolling from his mouth and then finally he stilled. The both of you stood there for a moment trying to gather yourself before he pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty. He gently pulled you up against him where he tilted your head back against his shoulder to kiss you again. This time it was gentle and once again you melted into the man.

“Good thing you tied me up. I might have gotten the jump on you old man,” you smirked after he pulled away looking up at him.

“You still want to call me old man after that? Do we need a repeat?” His voice held a certain sternness that surprised you but also made your smirk widen.

“Oh we definitely need a repeat but I’d rather not in the weapons room,” you let out a chuckle which he matched.

“Fair enough,” he was quick to undo his knots before helping you with your pants.

“I didn’t go too rough?”

“Not at all Jack. I’m curious to know what you can do with that lasso and a bed,” you smirked up at him.

“Oh darlin’ you’re definitely going to find out.”

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#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey smut #jack whiskey daniels #jack whiskey daniels drabble #jack whiskey daniels x reader #pedro pascal #I really love this one

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ljfeed-spn-j2-bigbang · 2 years

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A Man of Few Words

Fic title:A Man of Few Words

Author name:

tcs1121

Artist name:

aggiedoll

Genre:J2-AU RPS H/C

Pairing:J2

Rating:NC-17

Word count:~30,600

Warnings: Violent assault with resulting permanent injury. Anomic aphasia. NSFW artwork in Part One

Summary: In high school, Jensen had it all. A popular star quarterback with straight A's and the raw talent to get offered a full football scholarship to Cornell Law school. His beautiful high school sweetheart, now fiancée, was the head of the cheer squad. Jensen was on top of the world. He also had an envious teammate who savagely beat him and left him for dead.

This was how Jensen became a man of few words.

~~*~~*~~

Link to fic: Here on AO3

Link to art: Art post for: A Man of Few Words by TCS1121

from Supernatural and J-Squared Big Bang Challenge! https://ift.tt/zD5cM0x

#supernatural #J2 #big bang #spn-j2-bigbang #livejournal #fanworks

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fy-bottomjinki · 7 years

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collision

pairing: onho

author: ranithepirate( our queen)

rating: nc-17

status: one-shot/complete

"the three (main) times minho has sex with his odd but cute neighbor, and the one time he (i.e. jinki) actually manages to ask him out. kind of."

(x)

#onho #rating:nc-17 #shinee

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hd-wireless · 7 years

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Song (name and artist): Don't let me down - The Beatles

Special requests: Mind lend itself to something angsty, but a happy ending would be good.

Squicks: non-con, chan, excessive gore

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Song (name and artist): Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

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Squicks: Mpreg, addiction fic.

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Prompter: kittyaugust

Song (name and artist): Caught Somewhere in Time - Iron Maiden

Special requests: I think this lends itself to an adventure of some kind, maybe time travel (my favourite thing) or Master of Death Harry. Could be a bit angsty or dark even but doesn't have to be. Mostly just go where the song/inspiration takes you.

Squicks: Mpreg, addiction fic.

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Prompter: sw33tch3rrypi3

Song (name and artist): Guster - Careful

Special requests: Probably has to be kind of angsty, but happy ending, please! Don't make me cry. lol

Squicks: Dark/sad, blood/gore, scat, non-con, infidelity

Maximum rating: Any

Prompter: lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): love me like you do /Ellie Goulding

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

Maximum rating: NC-17

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): all of me /John Ledgend

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): all this time /Maria Mena

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Just hold me /Maria Mena

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Growing pains /Maria Mena

Special requests: Draco struggles to find his way after the war, but Harry shows him that he has made the right choices.

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Habits /Maria Mena

Special requests: I see this in a setting towards the end of eight year, maybe Harry has gone wild and realizes that with Draco it could be different, but he is afraid.

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Coming home /Marit Larsen

Special requests: I love the songtext, maybe a domestic scene?

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Need you now / Lady Antebellum

Special requests: pining, romance, fluff, happy ending

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/ unhappy endings

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): When you got a good thing / Lady Antebellum

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Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

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Song (name and artist): Boulevard of broken Dreams / Green Day

Special requests: Draco / Harry struggles to find his place in the world, maybe traveling until, they stumble across the other and find their place

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan / unhappy endings

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Song (name and artist): Hood - Perfume Genius

Special requests: The lyrics of this song are so beautiful and angsty, but with a happy ending please!

Squicks: A/B/O, rape or dub-con, creature fic

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Prompter: kikimay

Song (name and artist): Okay, but someone HAS TO!! Adele - All I ask (Or maybe Hello?) IDK, a big sappy Adele song. Let's say either All I Ask or Hello.

Special requests: Hellooooo from the outsideeeeee! Epic romance thingy, feels.

Squicks: A/B/O, creature fic, non-con

Maximum rating: As you please

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Song (name and artist): Love Crime / Siouxsie Sioux & Brian Reitzell

Special requests: None

Squicks: mpreg, scat

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Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): How to Disappear Completely / Radiohead

Special requests: Angsty but not too angst

Squicks: mpreg, scat, non-con

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Song (name and artist): Don't Know Why / Norah Jones

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Squicks: mpreg, scat

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Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): My Foolish Heart / Bill Evans Trio

Special requests: Just include vinyl record and jazz club somewhere in the story and I'll be happy.

Squicks: mpreg, scat

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Prompter: articcat621

Song (name and artist): Bad Things by Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelley

Special requests: bdsm, sexy times

Squicks: character death, noncon

Maximum rating: NC-17

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Song (name and artist):sweet creature Harry styles

Special requests: angst

Squicks: bdsm

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Song (name and artist): slow hands niall horan

Special requests: romantic

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Song (name and artist): sign of the times , Harry styles

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Song (name and artist): blank space ,Taylor swift

Special requests: sweet to crazy

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Prompter:Emmatheslayer

Song (name and artist): still got time , zayn malik

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Prompter: enchanted_jae

Song (name and artist): Something Just Like This - Chainsmokers/Coldplay

Special requests: This just screams Harry/Draco to me! It would seem Draco is the one saying he doesn't want/need a hero, but I can imagine Harry thinking/saying the same thing to Draco, as in, 'hey, I'm not looking for a hero, just someone I can kiss'

Squicks: Non-con, infidelity, angst (flangst is okay), hardcore kinks, violence

Maximum rating: Anything from G to NC17

Prompter: themightyflynn

Song (name and artist): 89 Freedom Street by Something With Numbers

Special requests: H/D have a special place they retreat to after the end of the war, somewhere it's just the two of them.

Squicks: Death, chan, mental health issues

Maximum rating: NC-17

Prompter: Shychloe

Song: 50 words for snow - Kate Bush

Special requests: Go wild

Squicks: None

Maximum rating: NC-17

Prompter: danadoodleknits

Song (name and artist): Sand in my shoes - Dido

Special requests: I wrote about 2 pages of this back in 2005 when I thought I could write and have wanted this fic ever since. Harry went on vacation, runs into Draco, they have fling, Harry goes back to his "real life", misses Draco ... interesting stuff (flangst) ... happy ending!

Squicks: infidelity, non-con

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Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist): Mad World, Gary Jules

Special requests: This song seems to scream post-war PTSD/8th year fic, but it’s really up to the writer. Would love Draco and Hermione to be friends. I could also see this as a comic.

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist): How To Save A Life, The Fray

Special requests: Happy ending? Is it possible given the prompt?

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist):Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

Special requests: For some reason to me this song suggests Draco’s POV, but go wild! : ) Could be lovely art.

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

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Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Blindness" by Metric

Special requests: wartime AU or immediately post-war fic

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga

Special requests: club fic! :D

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: Sway by: Rosemary Clooney Or Dean Martin You can find the LYRICS HERE

Special requests: Harry and Draco are dance instructors and maybe have a competitive streak? For art, I'd love to see some tango, interesting outfits. One scowling while the other dances with someone good looking.

Squicks: Hardcore bdsm. Death. Cheating.

Maximum rating: ANY

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: That's Not My Name LINK HERE or LYRICS

Special requests: So alone all the time at night, Lock myself away, Listen to me, I'm not, Although I'm dressed up, out and all with, Everything considered they forget my name. Just after the war, no one seems to be paying attention to Draco, he's all decked up at a Ball and the only person that asks him to dance is Harry.

Squicks: Hardcore BDSM. Jealousy. Death. Pure fluff.

Maximum rating: ANY

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: KISS FROM A ROSE

LYRICS HERE OR VIDEO

Special requests: ART! I would love any type of art for this inspired by: I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray

Squicks: BDSM. Any hardcore kinks.

Maximum rating: ANY

Prompter: digthewriter

SONG: Whatever Lola wants by Sarah Vaughan or LYRICS HERE

Special request: Draco is sexy and seductive and whatever he wants, he gets. In this case, Harry Potter.

Squicks: Hardcore bdsm. Infidelity. Angst. One character making the other character intentionally jealous.

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "I Am the Highway" by Audioslave

Special requests: Post-war angsty travel fic? Post-war angsty one-of-them-left-the-country-right-after-the-war-ended-and-years-later-has-finally-come-home fic? This song makes me feel all the feels.

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Just One Look" by Doris Troy

Special requests: Even though he'd known him for years, falling in love with him was like getting blindsided by the Knight Bus: happened in an instant, never saw it coming, and painful as fuck. (Much pining ensues.)

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

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Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Stay" by Maurice Williams & the Zodiacs (or the cover by Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons)

Special requests: Friends-with-benefits and one of them wants more? OR, one of them has to go and the other is trying to convince them to stay longer.

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "The Air That I Breathe" by The Hollies

Special requests: PINING

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Special requests: plot inspired by lyrics, post-war, pining

Squicks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

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Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

Special requests:

Squicks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Bananaphone, Raffi

Special requests: kid fic, hilarity

Squeaks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): Videotape by Radiohead

Special requests: the song is heartbreaking, so angst. but happy ending please!

Squicks: unhappy ending, ambiguous ending, non-con/dub-con especially between H/D

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): Walking After You by Foo Fighters

Special requests: pining. maybe flangst? happy ending!

Squicks: sad ending, ambiguous ending, non-con, dub-con

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): My Favourite Game by The Cardigans OR Dakota by Stereophonics

Special requests: break up and then make up. happy ending.

Squicks: unhappy and ambiguous endings, non-con, dub-con

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Wasted by Tiesto

Special requests: Hooking up turning into something more, hate sex, whatever inspires you

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any but this may lend itself to a higher rating naturally

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Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Alive by Sia

Special requests: This could be about Harry/Draco coming to terms with the aftermath of the war

Squicks: mpreg, creaturefic

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Take Me Home by Jess Glynne

Special requests: none

Squicks: mpreg, creaturefic

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Jenny by Studio Killers

Special requests: Obviously the song is more femmeslash but you could take the theme of H/D being good friends and one of them dates losers and finally the other one admits his feelings.

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Stutter by Marianas Trench

Special requests: Use whatever part of the song inspires you

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Lost in Paradise by Evanescence

Special requests: ANGST, hurt/comfort

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

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