*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
It’s the color you remember the most. It’s the color you seewhen you wake up frantic and panting, your pupils blown wide in terror from your dreams. It’s the color you see when you look down at your hands and no matter how much you try to wash them, the mutant color never leaves. You see it so often you could have sworn the color ran through your veins.
But you’re cold. Too cold to be red. Too warm to be violet. You are as you have always been: purple like the messiahs and their tents. You paint your face and you ignore the swirls of red behind your eyes. You close your eyes and you still remember your dream. You still remember him – whoever the motherfuck he is – jumping at you, his weapon raised and you remember how you grabbed him and…
In a world where Renee Swan left her daughter Bella with Charlie when she left, Bella got to visit the nursing home every day with her dad, and in the evenings he made steak and potatoes until Harry Clearwater begged him to feed his child a vegetable. In a world where Bella was raised by Charlie, she maybe cooked or cleaned a bit more than the average kid, because her dad was so busy, but she wasn’t worried about paying the bills or reminding her dad when she had to go to the doctor. Bella got to be a kid, and she got to have a relationship with her grandparents before they died when she was in kindergarten. On those summers where she visited Renee, she saw how hectic her mother’s life was, although fun, and was relieved for the stability and boring nature of Forks.
In this world, she grew up playing with Leah, Seth, and Jacob and his sisters. She went fishing and spent weekends at the beach and got to scrape her knees hiking on a monthly basis. She went to school with all the kids from Forks and the Newton kid got over his crush on her in like a week, cause she wasn’t all that interesting since she played pirates with him in second grade. Bella’s best friend was Angela but Jessica was a close second, although the two of them had a more on again off again type of relationship. She and Eric game together, because once he and Mike had a fight and he had nobody to hang out with him for a month. Lauren is a frenemy that Bella loves to hate.
She is a klutz, but Charlie watches her like a hawk and usually catches her before too bad of a fall. Her grades are killer and when she’s thirteen Charlie takes Bella and the girls to Seattle for a painful day of shopping. (Bella didn’t want to either, but she wanted the right of passage and wanted to make her friends smile). Bella and Jacob become the best of friends after a particularly bitey spring and their dads are always off fishing together. (Leah, Rachel, and Rebecca are too cool for a while and Seth is too much of a puppy dog). Maybe they think about dating and maybe they don’t, maybe they’re best friends and don’t care. Well adjusted, happy, perhaps a bit prone to melancholy, depression, and insecurity, Bella is in a much healthier place when the Cullens arrive in early high school.
She doesn’t even get a chance to meet them.
Edward reported to Carlisle with some urgency after their first day in Forks that Chief Swan’s daughter may be his singer. There is no suggestion that he just kill her or test his resolve. Bella Swan is too beloved, too known, too surrounded and ensconced in the community. If she died or went missing, there would be no forgetting this girl. She had been here since birth. It didn’t matter that she has a quiet mind, Edward realized shortly after that Charlie’s mind is murky and hard to read as well, shrugs his shoulders because there’s something off with the Swans. But his possible singer? A slip up would destroy the town and likely expose his family.
The Cullens leave in the night. The locals blandly gossip that a better hospital in Alaska offered double for Doctor Cullen’s services. Life goes on, and Bella believes that the supernatural is just a myth or legend, like she hears about at the bonfires with Jacob and her dad. She decides she’s going to make Charlie eat more greens.
okay so i intended to get this posted when I had the beginning started but outlining the story ti took a turn I didn’t really expect.
I think the story will be better off for it. so I posted the first 3 chapters at once rather than just the first one. This is mostly set up. the next chapter should be the one where everything gets started.
There’s a guy named Dean, and sometimes he hunts things, ghosts and witches and vampires and werewolves. Sometimes his brother helps him. Dean finds something he never expected; There’s a tv show, and everything’s wrong, but it could almost be his life if someone played telephone with the story, and got it all mixed up in religious crap.
April Showers Brings Shenanigans and Foolery - The Vacation Edition:
“Vacation Interruptus”
Day 4 — Tuesday Evening
Rated: T
Relationships: InTheDoghouse!Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson
Inspired by Sebastian Stan’s cover story photo spread in L’Officiel hommesmagazine.
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Every time a text from him started with “Sorry Buck,” they knew.
And Sam knew they were on vacation. That’s why he didn’t do his usual text-and-wait-for-Bucky-to-call-backthing.
This time he called directly.
He called just as Sarah and Bucky were getting ready to enjoy the dinner they prepared together.
Being that she’s a Grown-Assed Woman, Sarah didn’t cry, but she wasn’t happy…at all.
Bucky didn’t punch a wall, but he took his cellphone and stalked out the front door, slamming it behind him.
(He knew that slamming doors wasn’t something Sarah tolerated in her home so, by force of habit, that slam was like a last-second pulled punch because had he actuallyslammed the door, it and the frame would’ve had to be replaced on the 1930s-40s era mansion.)
Bucky didn’t do much fieldwork anymore, but he and Sarah knew he could still be called if there was a Situation. It could happen at any time because that’s his job and the nature of the biz: Team Cap. Avengers Adjacent. Superhero.
Call it what you may. It is what it is.
That’s why along with their few pieces of vacation luggage, Bucky brought The Backpack.
The custom-made backpack with special compartments that discreetly held 7 of his fixed-blade knives along with his Work Clothes, some toiletries, and as always, a couple of books. He also had 2 gun scopes and his work laptop with its accessories. The team would have any other as-needed firearms and a burner phone waiting for him on the transport.
The car would be arriving about an hour after Sam’s call.
He had 10 minutes to get packed and prepared, and then time for he and Sarah to…
He wondered if she would even want to talk to him right now, let alone anything else.
While he was outside getting the rundown, she found some Tupperware and packed both his dinner and hers for him to take with, loaded the dishwasher, did a cursory cleanup of the almost already clean kitchen, then she went upstairs to the bedroom, opened the doors leading out onto the balcony overlooking the large swimming pool, and tried to think of anything other than him leaving.
“Jarvis…?”
“Yes, Ms. Wilson…” The A.I. voice coming from the bedroom’s speakers was soft, soothing, and had a posh British accent.
“Pool lights. Grotto setting…please.”
“Very good, ma’am.”
When the lights in the pool and in the surrounding foliage slowly started to glow in the encroaching twilight, they began to cast a soft ambient light up into the bedroom as Bucky quietly walked in.
“Sarah…I didn’t mean to just…and slam the door like that. I was…angry and didn’t want—“
“You’re angry?” she scoffed, but didn’t raise her voice. She also didn’t turn around to face him, either. “Welcome to the club, Bucky.
So…how long before they come get you, and when will you be back?”
(She called me “Bucky”. Shit.)
“The car should be here in about an hour, and Sam says 3 days. I’ll be back on Saturday. Nandi—“
“You got everything you need?”
“I need you. Bast dammit, baby. I don’t want to go. You know I’d—“
“And we both know Sam wouldn’t’ve asked for you if he didn’t need you, but that doesn’t make it…it doesn’t mean I’m happy about this.”
“I know, Sarah. Uxolo—“
“You can be ready in 10. That gives you 50 minutes to get over here and take both our minds off of Sam calling and you leaving me here alone on our vaca—“
He was already across the room and she was in his arms before she finished her sentence.
Touching his forehead to hers, his hands settled on the small of her back, pulling her closer.
“Let’s not talk about Sam, or me leaving. Not right now, Ok? Not when we only have 50 min—“
“40. You’ll have to shower and suit up—“
“We’ll have to shower…” he picks her up and carries her to the bed, “and I can suit up in 5.”
“James…just come back to me safe and in one piece, mthandi.”
“I will, intanda.”
“Youbetter.”
49 minutes and 45 seconds later…
He makes it downstairs just as the car arrives, with 15 seconds to spare.
The above are the first half of the slides I presented at GeekGirlCon (along with some annotations to explain things I only said out loud :) ) – for the second half, read more below the cut. I’ll also be sharing the slides from the other presenters here, too, as they’re posted!
The gender representation work is part of a longer analysis that I will be posting in full soon!
Beneath the cut are also a few additional slides that I would have presented with a bit more time – several of which address things that came up in the question session.
…And the extra slides:
Good moment to remember that AO3 exists to support fandom. And fandom needs to support AO3.
Spread the love for AO3❤
My takeaway from this is that fanfic is overwhelmingly written by queer women and that makes me so fucking happy.
And that last graph makes me so fucking sad, PLEASE COMMENT ON FICS. Even if it’s just “I read this and I liked it.” Please, please, please comment.
by the way:
because AO3 just wrapped up their annual fundraiser, you’re likely to see anti-fanfic (specifically anti-AO3) posts going around. this is your annual reminder that the organization that runs the site is the fan’s greatest ally and makes zero profit
AO3 is completely transparent in their finances - they’re the most important archive of transformative works (fanfic, fanart, etc) in the world, and they’re a nonprofit. here’s their most-current financial info:
they do annual fundraisers to ensure they can run the servers necessary to keep all the archived work online, and have a legion of volunteers (including lawyers who protect against claims by Disney and other DCMA-happy corporations) who keep everything free of advertising and data-collectors
from Naomi Novik’s acceptance speech when the Organization for Transformative Works (@transformativeworks which runs AO3) won the Hugo Award:
“All fanwork, from fanfic to vids to fanart to podfic, centers the idea that art happens not in isolation but in community. And that is true of the AO3 itself. We’re up here accepting, but only on behalf of literally thousands of volunteers and millions of users, all of whom have come together and built this thriving home for fandom, a nonprofit and non-commercial community space built entirely by volunteer labor and user donations, on the principle that we needed a place of our own that was not out to exploit its users but to serve them.”
so when you see antis badmouthing AO3 and calling the volunteers who run it greedy or whatever, remember that antis are largely the same TERFs and puritans who have been trying to silence all progressive and LGBTQ voices online
The boy ran a hand through his hair and there was that flash of color Derek caught. His nails were painted neon pink, attached to long, skinny fingers. In contrast to all the tats and piercings, the most adorable moles splashed his skin, leading up to his upturned nose.
He’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life and it was terrifying.
Hey my loves it’s been a while. Most of you prob know that I write fan fiction for the sterek fandom (Your First,White Ferrari). I have sooooooo many more ideas for fics (including a sequel to Your First) but my time is very limited and I’m having a hard time structuring plots. If anyone is interested in being a co writer or just can be someone I bounce ideas off of please let me know! If not share this with your followers por favor :)
The room was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the overhead light in the hallway outside the bedroom door. Thorin fought to keep his eyes open as he trailed his fingers along Noelle’s long tangle of dark red curls. Her hair was every bit as soft, as silky, as it looked, and he couldn’t resist touching it. Those curls spilled over his arm, which he’d tucked about her shoulders, while her head rested peacefully against his chest. He thought she might have fallen asleep, her breathing was soft and even, whispering across his chest as a caress in itself.
He wasn’t ready for this wonderful evening to end. It went far beyond any night of his dreams as pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt before still rippled through him. It wasn’t anything he could have ever prepared himself for, no matter how hard he might have tried. Perhaps she was just a very gifted woman, and perhaps not all men were as fortunate as he was in that respect. He couldn’t say for certain, of course. All he knew was that she made him feel sensations no one ever told him existed, ones he’d never have believed possible, hadsomeone told him they existed, and she wasn’t at all shy with introducing him to them, either. His entire body tingled now as the image of her on her knees before him, her lips, her tongue, teasing him to the brink of utter madness flashed through his mind. And that paled in comparison to how it felt when he slid inside her and thrust deep. Mahal, even now he wanted to sigh with the sensual bliss those thrusts sent screaming through him.
Aaaaw They had such a fantastic time together. Of course it’s good that Thorin is back where he belongs, but it’s still sad. There is a glimmer of hope though and I’m holding on to that
You turned down a dark hallway, your heels clicking against the granite floors. As you frantically looked around the venue, looking for the one person who made your world spin.
A dark hallway, after another you were met by emptiness…. you just longed to find him before it was too late.
You could hear his laughter echoing off the walls, frantically you ran faster before turning a corner running into him.
Your body hit his hard, knocking the breath right out of you.
Meeting his eyes, he smiled down at you… It was his wedding day, and all you could think is he was making such a mistake.
“Nick…” you barely whispered. His smile shining across his face, happiness overwhelming his features.
Summary: Seralas secret is out, and a decision is made to reveal to Fili just who she truly is. The encounter leaving more questions than answers for the oldest Durin, and what this could mean for his family.
Serala quickly removed herself from Fili as she ran into her bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her back pressed against it as she glanced in the mirror, her eyes shining a bright gold. Swallowing her head fell back against the wood as she ground her teeth together. She should have been smarter, making sure to calm herself first. A knock sounded on the other side, her ears picking up Fili’s steady heartbeat. “Serala? Are you okay? Talk to me please.” Closing her eyes, she turned pressing her forehead against the cool surface of the door. “Fili I… I don’t think I can, there is a lot of stuff you don’t know about me. Stuff that isn’t normal.” It was silent for a few moments before his soft buttery voice spoke, “try me amrâlimê.” Serala sighed as she closed her eyes, his words calming her down significantly. Her hand gripped the doorknob as she gently opened the barrier between them. Serala looked up at him her once golden eyes now a soft brown, Fili stepped towards her his hand caressing her cheek. His hand was warm, and she leaned into it a small hum leaving her. “You can trust me Sera, please tell me.” She nodded as she gently wrapped her hand around his wrist tugging him towards the bed they just shared. She sat down grabbing her discarded shirt slipping it over her head, as she wrapped the blanket around the rest of her body. “Have you ever heard the legend of the Loup garou?” Fili tugged his boxers on before taking a seat beside her slowly nodding, “Thorin used to tell Kili and I tales about the Loup garou. It’s a werewolf legend, right?”
“In a sense yes, how does Thorin know the legend?”
“Just a legend he would tell us to scare us into listening to our mother.” Fili winced mentally for responding so quickly. He hoped she would buy it, at least for now.
Serala sighed before deciding to continue her explanation. “There is some truth behind it Fi. My family comes from an extensive line of Loup garou lineage.”
“So, your ancestors had the ability to shift into a werewolf?”
“Yes. Nothing like what you see in the movies or what’s described in books either. In our true form we look like an average wolf.” Fili licked his lips and looked towards the bedroom wall, taking in Seralas words. His uncle had occasionally discussed the legends with him. Claiming that the Loup garou had defended the line of Durin for centuries even fighting beside them in battle. “Fi?” Filis eyes darted back to her as she sat there staring at him. “How many of your kind still exist?”
“Honestly, I’m not even sure. I just know in my father’s pack there are around twenty, not including my brother and I.” Licking her lips she reached over taking his hand in hers, “I want to show you who I truly am Fi. Something I’ve never shown anyone before.” Fili nodded his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. “Get dressed and meet me out on the deck.” Serala stood not bothering to put anything else on as she opened the back door and stepped into the cool night air. She placed her hands on the wooden railing as she waited for Fili, her mind racing. Never had she told anyone about her secret, let alone show someone her wolf form. As Seralas mind ran rampant with all sorts of dark thoughts Fili stepped out to join her, “are you sure you want to do this Sera, if you aren’t comfortable you don’t have to.” Staring at him she felt the same calmness that she felt in her bathroom wash over her, her thoughts no longer mattered. She wanted to do this, wanted him to truly see her. “I’m sure Fi, come on.” Taking his hand, she gently tugged him down the steps towards the forest that lay behind her home. Once far enough into the darkness and trees she released her grip on him. “Wait here. No matter what you feel when you see me, don’t run. I only have so much control.” Fili wondered what she had meant by that as he watched her walk towards one of the larger trees in front of them, watching as she removed the shirt she wore. Suddenly she disappeared behind the large trunk, and for several seconds Fili held his breath wondering if he should have followed. Just as his feet went to move, he heard the soft sounds of movement. A beautiful white wolf stepped out from behind the tree, golden eyes shining at him the moonlight making its fur look almost like snow.
The wolf stopped keeping some distance between itself and Fili, and he tried to control the desire to walk over and run his hand through its fur. “Serala?” Its ears shifted forward watching him. Fili decided to act against his better judgement as he slowly began to move forward taking four steps, the wolf lowering its head eyes watching him closely. “I’m not going to hurt you, Sera.” Fili crouched low his hand extended towards her as he swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she would smell him or attack, but he remained calm gauging the situation. He knew if Serala remembered she would be angry he hadn’t headed her warning of not moving, risking her losing control and him being injured. Yet he didn’t feel that she would harm him in her wolf form, he knew she recognized him, his scent. Slowly she stepped forward closing the short distance between them, her nose barely brushing against his hand as she sniffed.
A short whine came from her as a pink tongue darted out to lick Fili’s warm skin. He smiled as he brushed his hand over the short fur on her muzzle then moving to scratch under her chin, watching her eyes close accepting the scratches he provided. Suddenly her head snapped to the side ears perking up, as a low growl sounded from deep within her throat. Fili pulled his hand back as he watched her dart into the dark forest leaving him alone. Looking up her stared at the moon and wondered if Serala would come back, a sharp howl cutting through his thoughts. Taking one last look into the darkness he turned on his heal heading back towards her home millions of questions swirling around in his mind. He knew he would need to talk to Thorin, find out more about the Loup garou legend and what this discovery would mean for them. For now, though, he would wait for her to return no matter how long it took.
I know this chapter is a tad shorter than others, but I was utterly inspired at 3am so I decided to write up a chapter. I’m super happy and excited about where this story is going, and I look forward to writing chapter 5. Again thank you all so much for your support and love it means the world to me!
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