My favourite scene is the scene in Just like life to come and teach me a lesson where Jason mysteriously turns up at Tim’s apartment and finds a “b-list former Disney star” tied to a dining chair (Kon), and my favourite line is probably Lois calling Superman’s trunks “bright red booty shorts” in Oh at the speed of light
24. Favourite fic you read this year?
Technically I read this in more than just 2025 but it finished in and I bookmarked it in 2025, so buy back the secrets by @vinelark
Summary: Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and monsterfucking.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte
Rating: 18
Tags: Omegaverse, Purgatory, Monsterfucking, Alpha!Benny, Alpha!Dean, Top!Benny, Bottom!Dean, Bi!Benny, Bi!Dean, Outdoor Sex, Oral Sex, Brief Blood Kink (he’s a vampire guys, what did you expect) Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting
Word Count: 2,389
Bingo Squares: @spndeanbingo - Trying Something New | @j3bingo - Alpha | @spnabobingo - Non-Traditional Alpha Traits
Created for: @there-must-be-a-lock’s 4k Fics Against Humanity challenge! My prompts fit together soooo perfectly, and the lovely Lou suggested Benny as the monster of choice, so here we are! Happy New Year, and here’s to starting how we mean to go on - with filthy, filthy smut.
Benny made a welcome change to the monotony of Purgatory for Dean. He didn’t mind the outdoors living, and he even welcomed the constant monster killing, but he hated being left alone with only his thoughts for company. The pair of them didn’t talk about much, but the chatter was enough to fill the silence of the forest and distract Dean from pining for the world he’d left behind, topside. Benny had also given him a mission, a goal to aim for beyond survival; he had given Dean hope of a way out.
Except it was taking them a fucking long ass time to get to this magic fucking door. And two alphas on the road together for this long, with not a single omega anywhere to be found, was starting to present a problem.
At first, Dean had wondered if maybe things would work differently in Purgatory. There was no need for breeding cycles in a place like this, so maybe he wouldn’t get his rut at all. Time was difficult to keep track of here, so he wasn’t sure when to expect it, if it was even coming, and for a time he’d forgotten all about it. Then he began to catch a new scent on the air after he and Benny had begun travelling together.
Benny’s scent grew stronger and stronger as the light grey day pressed on into dark grey night, but neither of them mentioned it. Dean could smell salt water and weather worn wood, and something sharper but slightly sweet and sugary warm – rum, maybe, he thought. When they lay down to sleep that night, side by side like always, Benny’s scent began to choke Dean, curling into his lungs on the back of the smoke from their fire, and searing his nerves until they were raw and bristling.
“So, what are we gonna do about this?” Dean grunted, forcing the words through the cloying haze that had leaked into his throat. Benny laughed softly, glancing over in his companion’s direction.
“Well, unless you’ve got something you haven’t told me,” the vampire smirked as his eyes flicked down to the lower half of Dean’s body, “nothin’ much we can do, brotha.” Benny shrugged, obviously resigned to the inevitability of his circumstances. Dean wondered how many ruts Benny had struggled through solo since he’d gotten his head taken off in the real world.
“There’s no ‘megas crawling around this hellhole?” Dean checked, curious on his own behalf as well. If Benny was going into rut, that meant he would too, eventually.
“None that aren’t just as likely to bite your cock off as they are to take a knot,” Benny chuckled.
“Don’t haveta use their mouths,” Dean grinned ruefully, but he took Benny’s point. Sleeping with the enemy wasn’t gonna get them out of this one.
“Oh yeah? You gonna hold one down for me long enough to knot? Keep ‘em there the whole time we’re tied so they don’t pull my cock off? Not fuckin’ likely,” he snorted derisively. “Plus we’d have to hunt one down, first, and I’m gon’ be in rough shape pretty soon. Not the best time to go trawlin’ these godforsaken trees lookin’ for a slick hole.”
“So what, I’m just s’pposed to sit around and protect your ass while you dry hump a pile of leaves for a week?” Dean demanded incredulously.
“You got a betta idea, cher?” Benny raised a stern brow in Dean’s direction, as if to say ‘shut up and live with it’, but Dean didn’t shut up, and his mouth said the word before his brain had thought it through properly.
“Yeah!” he scoffed.
Benny’s other brow raised to join its mate.
“Well, do enlighten me.”
Dean shifted uncomfortably on the forest floor, shot the vampire a nervous glance. Benny was sitting up and looking down at the hunter, expectation illuminated on his face in the flickering light of the campfire. Dean cleared his throat.
“If you’re after a week of hardcore sex, let me in on the action too.” His voice pitched up at the end as his resolve faltered and Benny’s eyes flashed wide and hungry in the wavering shadows.
“Never met an alpha who was an ass man,” Benny finally grunted, and Dean shrugged as casually as he could.
“Nothin’ wrong with it,” he defended, but his voice betrayed his nerves. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with an alpha male enjoying anal sex, but it was unusual, and Benny was from a different time, he might be a lot more old fashioned than Dean.
“No,” Benny muttered eventually, gaze raking itself over Dean’s body, still prostrate before him on the ground. “No, nothin’ wrong with it at all.” Dean felt his cock throb as the pitch of Benny’s voice dropped, the rough Louisiana timbre deepening into a growl that radiated Alpha. Benny’s nose twitched, interested, and Dean could smell the shift in the air too as his own arousal made itself known – warm leather, dusky gun oil, and the sweet caramel of whiskey – scents that melded remarkably well with Benny’s own markers.
“Well, what’re you waitin’ for, boy? Get them britches down,” the vampire grunted, going for his own buttons. Dean rolled his eyes but there was no point starting a scrap over something he suggested – something he wanted, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. It had been far too long since he’d had a good fuck.
“How many times you done this before?” Benny asked with mild curiosity as they stripped down for each other.
Dean gave the other man a once over, not at all surprised to find he liked what he saw. Benny was broad, toned, and in possession of another monster all his own – Dean hoped to God that one wouldn’t sprout fangs.
“Enough to know I like it,” Dean answered smugly, “so long as the person with the knot knows how to use it.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” the vampire grinned, running a hand over his cock and starting to jerk it while he looked over Dean’s own naked body, cock starting to chub up between his legs under Benny’s gaze.
“You’ve never fucked an alpha before though, right?” Dean reached down and took himself in hand, relaxing back and looking to the side where Benny was still sitting, and shot him a challenging gaze.
“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” Benny smirked, “never opposed to tryin’ somethin’ new.”
“Then why don’t you get your ass over here and show me?” Dean quipped. His snark had the desired effect, because Benny pounced forward and straddled Dean in a heartbeat, rutting their cocks together between their two bodies. Their grunts echoed softly in the forest clearing as Dean bucked beneath the man on top of him, hands scrabbling for purchase in the strong muscles of Benny’s back, scratching deeply into the skin.
“Careful, boy,” Benny hissed against Dean’s neck, and the hunter quivered when he felt the sharp prod of fangs against the skin of his throat.
“If you bite me,” Dean moaned brokenly as Benny’s hand made its way between their legs, skimming low to his goal in the damp cleft between Dean’s cheeks, “I’ll chop your head off.”
“Ah, c’mon,” Benny laughed-groaned, fingertips pressing hesitantly against Dean’s hole. “Just a nibble?”
His fangs scraped through Dean’s stubble, and the human tensed instinctively, summoning all his strength and throwing the monster off of him. He scrambled to his knees, panting and snarling in Benny’s direction. Benny threw his head back and laughed throatily, coughing a little as the breath settled oddly in his chest.
“I was fuckin’ with you,” he smiled threateningly but Dean saw the set of vamp fangs begin to retract, and he relaxed a little. “Stay on your knees though, boy, that’s a good look for you.”
Before Dean could think of a retort, Benny had summoned some of his supernatural speed to propel his forwards and onto his feet so his cock was level with Dean’s mouth.
“You sucked an alpha’s cock before, too?” Benny grinned down, tapping himself smartly against Dean’s lips. Dean glared up at him, and the vampire pulled back for a moment, leaning down so he was face to face with the human and yanking him back by his hair. “And if you bite me, I’ll chop your head off. Got that, cher?”
Deciding not to dignify that with a verbal response, Dean pushed Benny off of him and grabbed for the monster dick, pulling it to his lips, not wasting time before he gagged himself on it. Benny groaned and fisted his fingers in Dean’s shaggy hair, holding him in place and fucking the man’s throat vigourously.
“You weren’t kidding, you have done this before,” Benny chuckled breathlessly, pulling out of Dean’s throat so he could demonstrate some other oral skills. Dean pulled off the dick with a cough and licked down his shaft, laving over the stones at he base while he caught his breath.
“Cock’s a cock,” he grunted, kissing back along Benny’s length towards the crown. “Don’ matter if it’s attached to an alpha or ‘mega.”
“You get down on your knees like a little bitch for omegas?” Benny barked with delight, eyes lighting up. “You ain’t like no other alpha I’ve eva met, boy.”
“That’s ‘cause most alphas are too cowardly to take what they want,” Dean glared up at Benny with a sharp pride in his eyes. “Bet deep down you’re just as scared as all the rest of ‘em.”
Dean landed with a grunt on his back as Benny’s knee collided with his chin. Blood filled his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue and he coughed it out onto his chest. Looking up, he saw Benny’s eyes go dark, and his fangs struggled to break loose of his jaw, but to Dean’s surprise he reigned himself in. Then the vampire was on his hands and knees above the hunter and licking broad stripes up Dean’s chest to collect the blood that had pooled there. Benny licked his way up Dean’s neck and into the man’s mouth, moaning as he sucked on Dean’s tongue and bloodied lip in a monstrous imitation of a kiss.
“Get off’a me,” Dean grunted, pushing Benny’s shoulders back so he could manoeuvre himself around onto his own hands and knees. “We’re not here for the romantic shit, fuck me or fuck off.”
He leant down and braced his head on his forearms, knowing the position would show off the relevant assets for this exercise. Benny got the message, thumbing over Dean’s hole again, pressing his finger in gently as the muscle fluttered around him.
“Shame you’re not an omega,” he mused from behind Dean. “This hole would look real pretty all slicked up and dripping f’me.”
“Well you better get it that way before you put that cock anywhere near me, bitey,” Dean snapped, squeezing reflexively around Benny’s thumb. “You ain’t fuckin’ me dry.”
“Guess you are an alpha,” Benny grunted, spitting on Dean’s ass and watching it drip down between the cheeks, “you’re a fuckin’ bossy little bitch.”
“And you call me bitch one more time, you won’t be fuckin’ me at all. I’ll tie you to the nearest tree and let you rut yourself bloody on the trunk. Alpha monster like you, probably won’t be able to stop yourself.”
Two spit-slick fingers shoved into Dean’s body, shutting him up with a loud groan. They fucked into him mercilessly for a moment before withdrawing again, and he felt more spit drip down the lengths, slicking him up for the main event. Before long they were both getting impatient, and without nearly enough prep, Dean began begging Benny to put it in.
“Oh, eager little alpha, are we?” Benny jeered, but he was equally as eager to comply with Dean’s demands.
“Just fuck me already,” Dean groaned as Benny teased the tip of his dick around the puffy, pink hole he’d been ravishing with his fingers for the past few minutes.
“Well, since ya asked so nice,” Benny shoved forward and Dean howled but bucked himself back onto the intrusion, his body drinking it in greedily. “Fuck yeah, that’s a good alpha,” he crooned, rocking into Dean and draping his body over the hunter’s back. “Yeah, fuckin’ take it boy.”
“What the fuck d’ya think I’m doin’,” Dean ground out through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling back into his head as Benny rubbed against the bundle of nerves that made getting fucked in the ass so worthwhile. “Oh, fuck yeah, do that again,” he demanded.
“Bossy, bossy,” Benny grunted, punctuating each word with another thrust and pulling more and more whimpering groans from the man beneath him. “C-can ya reach your jacket?” he panted after a few minutes of furious thrusting.
“Just about, why?” Dean grunted, bracing himself on his elbow to reach for the discarded garment and pull it to him.
“‘Cause I’m ‘bout to knot. Wan’ you t’have a pillow or something.”
“How considerate,” Dean groaned, reaching down to jerk himself off so he could finish with the vampire, but Benny batted his hand away.
“Don’ you dare,” he growled.
“Why the fuck not?” Dean demanded, of half a mind to buck Benny off and leave him to knot his fist.
“Because after I’m done with you, I wan’ a try. You’re havin’ too much fuckin’ fun down there,” he groaned, and Dean felt the knot beginning to swell at the base of Benny’s cock start to nudge against him.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Dean grinned to himself, reaching back between his legs to finish himself. “Real alphas like me can knot a bitch however many times they need it. Plus if I cum now, you’ll have something better than spit to use for your first time.”
They both howled as Benny’s knot popped and tied him to Dean, the hunter cumming in hard spurts into his own fist as he felt the vampire filling him up. They collapsed together, Dean’s head landing on his jacket-pillow and Benny resting his head on Dean’s shoulder, his breath coming in ho, humid puffs against his sweat damp skin.
“Fuck this is gon’ be a good rut,” Benny grunted after a few moments of silence, and they burst out laughing.
2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”
And particularly in regards to Freedom's Reach as it relates to the whole alternate universe deal: 37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else? I absolutely loved the way you translated their canon backstories and personalities into that setting - what came first/how did you get from Point A to Point B?
#2 is interesting especially when you specify Freedom's Reach, because that was probably one of my more planned-out stories, and the characters often *couldn't* do what they wanted because I was constrained by the structure I set up ahead of time (e.g. arranged marriage, 3-month deadline to marry or leave) to a large degree. That said, I do remember my original conceptualization of Bucky was more of an emotionally distant, Mr. Rochester type, and I think he comes across like that for the first few scenes, but to be honest little baby Circus!Clint / Gosh!Clint Barton was just so adorable and kind-hearted and sincere in that fic that you couldn't have Bucky continuing to be distant and kind of cold, it was like watching someone kicking a puppy. So I changed pretty notably to having Bucky at least acknowledge to himself what a mess he was inside and Clint maybe not picking up on all of it. I do think some of the "fights" between characters were spontaneous, though! And I think maybe they were supposed to fool around in that scene where they dance in the kitchen but it went entirely another way? It's all a blur, now!
Oh, geez, now that I reread this maybe #2 was not specifically about Freedom's Reach, in which case I'll say that Light the Spark was supposed to have a long period of time in which the Winterhawk boys were enemies and yet they made friends in like five paragraphs, entirely against my will.
#37 - So, Freedom's Reach started by me asking some Winterhawk fans on Discord what an underused trope they would like to see in more Winterhawk fic would be, and Arranged Marriage was suggested. I quickly fell in love with idea of the more Western AU / Mail Order Bride trope as the particular variety of arranged marriage; it just seemed like a fun romance novel time period that I hadn't written before. It also allowed me to incorporate some of Bucky's prisoner of war issues from canon into the historical AU without the superhero elements of the story. But, I have a very strong squick for uneven power dynamics in fics if they are not treated sensitively, and yet a very strong affinity for them when they are. So, I had to make sure the implicitly uneven power dynamic of the mail order bride trope was treated in a way I was comfortable with.
Jeez, that's a long answer to say I'm not 100% sure how my fics start. At least a few have started with a trope -- for example "fake dating" for Light the Spark and "arranged marriage" for Freedom's Reach. Obviously the Reverse Bangs are inspired by art, and challenge or auction fics were in response to particular challenges (fix remixes or prompts, that kind of thing). The urge to fix-it and deliver the emotional sequelae and recovery from trauma that canon skips out on is probably one of my biggest motivators. I am also a contrary person so sometimes if I've seen one particular trope or reaction in a lot of fics I get stuck in my mind, "But what about if it happened the OTHER way." For example, Quriosity was sparked by reading a lot of fics where James Bond masterfully just grabbed and kissed Q and Q melted, and I was like, "I would smack that man! I want to read about THAT reaction!" and thus a giant fic was born.
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About the Author:
My name is Lou! I’m 30-year-old queer teacher/writer/bookworm/geek living in Virginia. I’m a dog mom and a Gemini and an INFP and a Hufflepuff. I started writing fic when I was thirteen and continued all through high school, mostly in the Panic! At The Disco fandom. I got my BA in writing and took a break from writing fiction recreationally for a while, but picked it up again when I started watching Supernatural in 2017. I haven’t really stopped writing since. These days I’m working on an original YA novel and some original erotica for Kindle, as well as fic; I write Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Marvel, and more.
Other info: I turned one of my most popular fics, Everything, into an Amazon ebook, which is available over here. I also dabble in making graphics and edits and memes, which can all be found here!
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Lou is a gift to fanfiction. She’s well-read, prolific in her own right, generous with her thoughts, and willing to take chances.
She’s also a really fucking impressive human and an even better friend.
Her words are intriguing, delightful, and, thought provoking. She does the good work of a community member and encourages more!
I’m so honored to have nominated her to be part of this awesome project.
Author’s Fave Personal Fics:
All That I Ask
Summary: This story is about intimacy and agency and trust. I think almost every woman knows what it’s like to feel powerless or unsafe during sex, and this fic explores how sexy it can be when a partner does prioritize comfort, consent, and communication.
Why the author likes this fic:
This fic was my way of writing out some of the things I could’ve really benefited from hearing during my own recovery from sexual trauma, but I loved being able to turn that “therapy writing” into something hot. It meant a lot to hear from people who needed to read this sort of thing, just as much as I needed to write it, and I’m really proud that I could write smut that also struck an emotional chord.
Coffee & Psychopaths Series
Summary: Sam Winchester and Spencer Reid cross paths at an N.A. meeting and become friends. They drink too much coffee and talk about human nature.
Why the author likes this fic:
These two characters are my favorite, and their stories have so many fascinating parallels and contrasts to explore. I’m so proud of the imagery and themes woven through this series; it’s basically a meditation on a lot of topics that I love writing about, like addiction and psychology, through the lens of Spencer and Sam and their stories. It was a challenge to weave the canon and timelines of both shows together, and I think I managed it in a really fun way.
Marked
Summary: This is a story about trust and control. It’s about the Mark of Cain, trauma and recovery, BDSM, vulnerability, honesty, and the marks we leave on people we love.
Why the author likes this fic:
This was one of the first stories I started when I took up writing again, and over the course of eighty thousand words and two-ish years, I poured a whole lot of my heart and soul into it. It’s hot as hell but it’s also a very real, emotional, honest fic; it’s not a simple fairy tale love story.
Author’s Fic Recommendations:
The Spins by @sp-oops
Summary: “It’s Dean’s birthday. After dinner and a hell of a lot of celebratory beer, the lot of you decide it would be a fucking fantastic idea to play spin the bottle.”
Why the author likes this fic:
I love writing (and reading) anticipation and tension just as much as, if not more than, the sex itself. This is a freakin’ master class in slow build and epic payoff.
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Crash by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Summary: “A witch throws a Lust curse at you and you convince Sam to help you out.”
Why the author likes this fic:
This was one of the first SPN fics I read and it still stands as one of my all-time favorites! Ali has the most amazing and distinctive narrative voice; she has a phenomenally snarky sense of humor and an eye for unique quirky descriptive details. This fic is hot, but it’s also hilarious.
Dear Mr. Fantasy by @itmighthavebeenintentional
Summary: “Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. His dreams lately have been filled with himself in a thousand forms, a thousand different versions of what could have been.”
Why the author likes this fic:
I have no idea how Val managed to weave this much life and emotion and beautiful details into two thousand words. She let me see the first draft of this, and even in its roughest form, it was immediately something special; it just grabbed me by the heart and never let go. I’ve never read anything like it and it touches me in a way that very few fics have.
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Summary: Jared has some time in between his panel and photo ops, so he decides to figure out just what his wife was staring at?
Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Language, unprotected intercourse, semi-public sex, choking/breath play
Square Filled: Jared Padalecki
Author’s Note: Written for @spngenrebingo and Lou’s 2K(inky) Celebration hosted by @there-must-be-a-lock I chose breath play. This kind of turned into a bit of a size!kink one-shot and I’m not even sorry. Also, finally had an epiphany today for the title for this so, Happy Sunday y’all!
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If someone had asked her about her kinks five years ago, she probably would have scoffed and averted the question. That was before she met him though, and all the sinfully delicious things he could do. No, she never considered herself to have “kinks” per se, but as she watched him up on that stage, she realized she had never been more wrong.
He was made for this job, all bubbly and with a light personality that one couldn’t help but feel drawn to. She watched him gesticulate as he answered questions, his large hands constantly tugging on his beanie or playing with the microphone in his hand. No matter how hard she tried to focus on his words she couldn’t, her eyes were glued to his hands, his arms, his everything.
Jared caught her gaze, tossing a wink her way. Blood rushed to her cheeks at being caught, yet she still couldn’t pull her eyes from him. She was like a woman possessed and there was only one way to free her… for now.
Clif appeared at her seat as Rich and Rob hopped onto the stage to announce the last question. Luckily, she had been able to slip in and out of the crowd without being noticed. Clif lead her behind the curtain and down the service hallway of the hotel.
“They were on a roll today, huh?” She commented as she twisted her wedding band around her finger.
Clif, who was a few steps ahead of her, turned his head around and grinned. “Aren’t they always?”
“Yeah, I guess there are,” she agreed, matching Clif’s grin.
A squeal left her lips when two big arms slipped around her waist and effortlessly lifted her feet from the ground. “Put me down!” Her sincerity was lost on the giant as a laugh fell from her lips.
“You’re mine now!” Jared tossed her over his shoulder, and she no longer had leverage to get out of his grasp, if she had so desired.
“Seriously?” She scoffed. Jared had found the nearest bathroom to the convention green room and brought her inside. He put her back on her feet and quickly scanned the stalls before running and locking the door. “Jared-“
“I saw you watching me.” He cut her off before she could protest again. Her belly flipped at how low his voice was suddenly, and she bit back her lower lip. “You see that,” he stepped up to her, peering down from his height advantage and pulling her lip from its confines with his thumb. “That right there, watching you bite your lip like that had me so fucking hard up on that stage. I could barely focus on what anyone was saying. All I could think about was that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes flickered up, peering at him from under her lashes. “Sorry, I was just enjoying the view.”
“The view?” He cocked one eyebrow at her, urging her to say it out loud. Jared ghosted his fingers across her jaw, his hand dwarfing her head beneath it.
“Yeah, my husband up on that stage. He never knows what to do with his hands, always fidgeting around, touching and grabbing whatever he can get his hands on… gives a girl all kinds of dirty thoughts.” Jared’s eyes were scanning over her body as she explained it to him, her words slow and quiet. He didn’t even say anything back before his lips were on hers, his hands pulling her head back to give him better access. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and desire. Their breaths mingled together as they grew in succession.
Jared’s hands dropped to the hem of her skirt, bunching it up above her hips and giving him access to what lie underneath. He raked his blunt nails along the globes of her ass before sliding her thong to the side and slipping his long index finger through her slick folds.
“All this from thinking about me?” He teased her, easily reaching around her body to tease at her entrance. His breath in her ear was like a match that set flame to the desire kindling inside her. This was the last place they should be doing this, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.
“God yes,” she moaned. Jared let his free hand slip down a strap to her tank top, the flowing material easily giving way to her naked breasts. He came down to her, now with both hands caressing the mounds there, to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. The contrast of his hot, wet, mouth to the cold of the room sent shockwaves to her core, causing her to clamp around nothing.
They didn’t have a lot of time, and not wanting to waste anymore, she found Jared’s belt to undo it. She tugged the leather from the metal loop and snapped open his jeans to let her small hand stroke his growing erection. Once she had him free, Jared was turning her around, pressing her down until her hands supported her on the sink and her ass was up for him.
Their eyes met in the mirror as Jared slipped easily into her ready cunt. She could feel every inch of him as he stretched her out, still not used to it after all this time.
Jared pulled out and pushed back into her waiting pussy, slow and deliberate, making her whine in protest. His hands slipped around her waist pulling her back flush to him.
“This what you were picturing?” He asked as he trailed his lips along her pulse. “Thinking about me filling you up, my hands all over this body of yours?” Jared’s hands traveled in calculated paths along her body as he fucked her. Over her hips, caressing her breasts, splayed over her lower stomach, each area disappearing behind them.
All of it was exactly what she had pictured. How he towered over her and made her feel like the most delicate thing he had ever touched. The way the muscles in his arms contracted as he held her against him and the sound of him panting in her ear. She was so lost in watching his hands move in the mirror that all she could do was moan desperately.
“What about this?” Jared met her eyes again in the mirror as he raised his hand to her throat. His palm and fingers hid it from her view as he gripped her there, not putting any pressure yet.
Her hand flew to his forearm, holding it in place against her chest as she nodded. Her other hand landed on top of his own as he gripped her opposite hip. A small grunt fell from her lips when he slammed into her quick and hard.
“Do it,” she groaned, easily welcoming the pressure as Jared flexed his hand around her throat. Her airway was cut off without much effort, and Jared was picking up his pace. The metal of his belt and the smacking of skin was deafening inside the bathroom but she could no longer hear it. All she could focus on was the fire now inside her, ready to burst. She was so close, she just needed a little more…
“Fuck!” Jared growled as her eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm exploding inside her. His hand fell from her throat as her pussy fluttered around him, milking an orgasm from him too.
Blackness dotted around the edges of her vision and she could hear her heartbeat pounding away in her head. She collapsed against the sink, the cool marble refreshing against her heated skin.
“Think you’ll be able to focus for the rest of the day now?” Jared teased as he put himself back into her jeans. She took a deep breath and began fixing her outfit.
“No, I’ll be feeling that through tomorrow,” she giggled as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her makeup was still mostly intact, just a little bit of her lipstick had smudged. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t easily fix.
“Good.” Jared grinned before checking his watch. “I’ve got photo ops now, you joining?” He held out his hand to her, eyebrows raised.
If you have ever talked to me here, you may have heard me say “We are here to build each other, not tear each other down.”
This is part of my ongoing mission to build each other up and spread more love. If you have an author you would like me to check out, see my side-side-side blog, @angreadsficsandauthors and send me an ask!
After a very, very, very long hiatus, I am bringing my Author Admiration Alcove back. You can check out previous Author Recs HERE.
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I am not sure how I first discovered Lou, but I have not been disappointed. Below I have highlighted of few of my favorites, but her master list is here if you would like to peruse. There is some really great stuff here for the 18+ crowd!
Hot Chocolate (and Goddamn Marshmallows) - So sweet and sappy, a little funny, but a whole lot of fantastic!
Ocean Eyes - I am a Dean girl through and through if you make me pick a Winchester, but damn, this beautifully crafted piece makes me love Sam Winchester more and more.
Everything - this is the filthiest, most depraved, sexually fuflilled fantasy I have ever laid eyes on. I can barely keep my eyes focused due to the heat overtaking every single molecule in my body.
After - strong hints of Destiel and how a few simple actions can mean so much after Dean’s confession.
