#lucille x jo

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 3 / POLL 4

Lucille x Jo (@radioactive-dragonlover) vs Amaro x Calamari (@hottopicabbacchio & @corpsoir)

who makes up your ship?:

Lucille and Jo

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Lucille is a rich woman who has nothing to do in her life, she's eternally bored and wishes for something new— something fresh to happen. Jo is a quiet woman with some repressed violent tendencies and who works minimum wage bug is struggling to make ends meets. One night, Jo decides to rob Lucille's mansion and kills her without meaning to in the process, escaping the scene anxiously thinking she's going to go to jail once the body is found. However, Lucille wakes up the next day, with the events of the murder burnt into her mind but her body spared of any wounds. Turns out getting killed is EXACTLY the spice in life she was waiting for! So she decided to track down and knock on her murder's door— not to rat her out, but to ask her to do it again. Jo wasn't really for murdering again, especially with how anxious she ended up getting in the aftermath, but begrudgingly accepts. And it seems that Lucille IS actually very fun to kill for her, too. Cue to Jo murdering Lucille on a Weekly basis, getting very Gay about it each time. Lucille get the thrill of death she wanted, and Jo gets an outlet for her violence. A relationship starting as purely transactional at first slowly turns into a murder romance. They're both kinda fucked up in isolation to one another but complete eachother awfully well. Like "you two are perfect for eachother but never pull anyone else into your bullshit" kinda deal. They keep eachother contained. You feel me.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Ship tag on my art blog ( nihonium-art ) : Undying love ( although fair warning for gore ) Playlist : https://spotify.link/TPbt2y12Syb

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who makes up your ship?:

amaro (he/him, by hottopicabbacchio) calamari (he/they, by corpsoir)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Amaro used his stand (make you fall in love) on a lot of people, Calamari came around and he used his stand on them for one night too, but Calamari kept coming back after the effect wore off so Amaro continued to use his stand for a bit being afraid of him leaving/because he thought it would be fun. Eventually, Amaro realized that he had stopped using his stand on Calamari and actually fell in love with them. They have a good 3 year run where they're together and fine and in love UNTIL. one day going on a job for information (mafia business), Amaro is talking/flirting some of the information out of the guy theyre after and Calamari over hears some guys talking about how "Amaro is after another one" and how they had been affected by his stand power before. It gets Calamari thinking if Amaro had used his stand on them before (yes, but only at the beginning) and they start thinking that the whole relationship had been a lie. They get in a big argument - Calamari confronting Amaro while Amaro desperately tried to prove to Calamari he hadn't been using his stand for years - and they end up breaking up. After about a month, Amaro gets worried about not seeing Calamari around and goes to their apartment that he still haa the spare key too and goes inside to find him. Instead, he finds a mess and Calamari eating cold pizza in an empty bathtub alone. Calamari half agrees for Amaro to stay and help them clean, which they assume and know thats the only reason they would have come, and doesnt believe Amaro about their relationship no matter what he tries to say. Over time - a cleaning session maybe once a week or so with Calamari making as little talk to Amaro as possible and Amaro just wanting to make things right again - Calamari suddenly realizes that he might be falling in love with Amaro again and confronts him about using his stand again and tells him to show her to them. Amaro had made a vow to himself to not use his stand around Calamari ever again, but caves and shows Calamari that the swords (where his stand power is) are all still there. Currently, they are working on getting back to how they were before, but there is still Issues and Problems <3 They both want it back but Calamari still cant trust Amaro but Amaro had never been in love with someone like that before

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4AcBeDHX48BYcmdda13KNL?si=fkg9IR4NT5Klw4bUt-0QoQ&utm_source=copy-link playlist by hottopicabbacchio, character tags on both op blogs under amaro avvoltoio and calamari pavone

#lucille x jo #amaro x calamari #radioactive dragonlover #hottopicabbchio #corpsoir #toxic ship tournament

[wiz4rdtower]

VOTE for @radioactive-dragonlover 's toxic lesbian couple NEOWWW!!!!!!!! @toxic-ship-tournament JO AND LUCILLE SWEEP FOREVER 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻🔪💥

#toxic ship tournament #lucille x jo

[softpine]

character/story inspiration tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

tagged by @morrigan-sims & @goldenwaves ♥

FROZEN PINES: Strange Trails by Lord Huron with lyrics from Frozen Pines // The Wall by Pink Floyd // The Sixth Sense (1999) // Life is Strange // Supernatural s4ep1 "Lazarus Rising" // lyrics from Kin by Radical Face // a magic 8 ball // It (2017) // Stand By Me (1986) // Lovers of Modena // SYFY article on black holes

CASPER MAYFIELD: Montero by Lil Nas X // French Exit by TV Girl // Troy Bolton from High School Musical // Carmy Berzatto from The Bear // lyrics from Off My Mind by Joe P // Brian O'Conner (+ Mia Toretto) from Fast & Furious

COCO ARIAS: Lyrics from My Own Dance by Kesha // Fiona Gallagher from Shameless // Back to Black by Amy Winehouse // adult film star Angela White // Lyrics from Gimme More by Britney Spears // Who Really Cares by TV Girl // Xena from Xena: Warrior Princess

ELAINE NGUYEN: Fearless by Taylor Swift // the record by boygenius // quote from Lang Leav // lyrics from Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten // Juliet Capulet from Romeo and Juliet // Jackie Taylor from Yellowjackets // lyrics from Let It All Out by COIN

STEVIE DONOVAN: Lyrics from Big Fat Mouth by Arlie // unknown artwork // Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn // lyrics from Space Cadet by The Technicolors // Broken Bells by Broken Bells // Dreamland by Glass Animals // Nomi Marks from Sense8 // climbing by Lucille Clifton

JADA CAREY: Lyrics from Hush by The Marias // quote from Frank Bidart // When the Pawn... by Fiona Apple // Raven Baxter from That's So Raven // Mystery by Jesse Jo Stark // unknown artwork // quote from Margaret Atwood

ALISA MARCIANO: Lyrics from Under Your Skin by Aesthetic Perfection // Carrie White from Carrie // artwork by griefmother // You Forgot It In People by Broken Social Scene // So Tonight That I Might See by Mazzy Star // lyrics from Desire by Meg Myers

#okay so i didn't do asa or finn because they're represented by the main frozen pines collage #and i thought about doing one for caroline/beth/danny but their story was straight off the dome #i'm sure i was subconsciously inspired by things but it was mostly just cliches lol #but all of my characters have pinterest boards!! my user is softpine1 if you want to see them :) #bloopers

[insanepoll]

WELCOME TO THE INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT

Here's where your favourite insane characters will battle to the death for the first spot! More below the "keep reading" line.

Pre-match rounds start April 12th at 1PM (EDT)! Each round will have 24h to vote. For propaganda, you can go ahead and submit it in the askbox or through normal submissions. If you want to post your own propaganda, be sure to tag me so I can reblog it! I hope to see y'all there!!!

Round 1-A matches:

Alex Kralie (Marble Hornets) VS The Antagonist (Hatred (2015))

Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) VS Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)

Tokishige Usami (Golden Kamuy) VS Enerjak (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium) VS Evan (EverymanHYBRID)

Azula (ATLA) VS Knock Knock (Phantom Spirits (2002))

Eric Cartman (South Park) VS Wade Wilson / Deadpool (Marvel)

Orochimaru (Naruto) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH I

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto Shippuden) VS Delirium (Sandman)

Castiel (Supernatural) VS Simon Keyes (Ace Attorney Investigations 2)

Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) VS Bibble (Barbie Fairytopia)

Hamlet (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark) VS The Observer (TribeTwelve)

Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets) VS Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire)

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal) VS Shou Tucker (FMA)

Ophelia (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark) VS Starscream (Transformers)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH II

The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

Round 1-B matches:

Dabi (My Hero Academia) VS Shinobu Sensui (Yu Yu Hakusho)

The entire cast of Blaseball (Blaseball) VS Trexel Geistman (Stellar Firma)

Seo Moon-jo (Strangers from Hell) VS Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles) VS GIR (Invader Zim)

Aerion Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Lucille Bluth (Arrested Development)

Dottore (Genshin Impact) VS Helena (Orphan Black)

GLaDOS (Portal (Game Series)) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH III

Dr. Franken Stein (Soul Eater) VS Tyrian Callows (RWBY)

Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina) VS Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cersei Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil)

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader (Star Wars) VS Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-girlfriend)

John Kramer (Saw) VS The Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Komaeda Nagito (Danganronpa 2)

The Master (Doctor Who) VS Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

Gollum (Lord of the Rings) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH IV

Roman Roy (Succession) VS Jack (The Shining)

Round 1-C matches:

Jinx (Arcane) VS Niki Sanders / Jessica Sanders (Heroes)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne) VS Professor Henry Hidgens (Hatchetfield)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) VS Cicero (Skyrim)

Renfield (Dracula) VS Dr. Gregory House (House MD)

Tim Drake (DC) VS Ultra Violet (Lego Ninjago)

Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT) VS Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

The Ice King (Adventure Time) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH V

Villanelle (Killing Eve) VS Kira Yoshikage (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Max (Sam and Max) VS Loki (The Mechanisms)

Darcy (Amphibia) VS Cheryl Tunt (Archer)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Dr. Baxter Stockman (TMNT 2003)

Izzy (Total Drama) VS Alfred Drevis (Mad Father)

Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) VS Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)

Doomguy (Doom) VS Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous)

Ben Chang (Community) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VI

Fëanor (The Silmarillion) VS Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files)

Round 1-D matches:

Eliot Cardale / Eli Ever (Villains Duology) VS Knives Millions (Trigun)

Denji (Chainsaw Man) VS Bubby (Half Life: VR but the AI is Self Aware)

Tsukishima Hajime (Golden Kamuy) VS Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

Hannibal Lecter (NBC Hannibal) VS Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Johnny C. (Johnny The Homicidal Maniac) VS Leopold Fitz (Marvel)

Midori (Your Turn To Die) VS Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VII

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas (1974)) VS Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Goro Akechi (Persona 5) VS Fintan Pyren (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Galahad (The Mechanisms) VS Alexander Hilbert (Wolf 359)

Armand (Interview with the Vampire) VS Spinel (Steven Universe)

Jīn Guāngyáo (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Harley Quinn (DC) VS Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed))

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VIII

Chat Blanc (Miraculous) VS Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

But first, we'll have the pre-match rounds that will determine if any of the following characters that almost didn't survive the cut will manage to secure a spot in the competition! They are as follows:

PRE-MATCH I: Caleb (Blood (1997)) VS Tuco Salamanca (Better Call Saul)

PRE-MATCH II: Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) VS Amy Kirio (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

PRE-MATCH III: Magic Man (Adventure Time) VS Mindbender (GI Joe Renegades)

PRE-MATCH IV: Jevil (Deltarune) VS Midari Ikishima (Kakegurui)

PRE-MATCH V: Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Eddie Gluskin (Outlast)

PRE-MATCH VI: Vanilla Ice (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Roberto (Futurama)

PRE-MATCH VII: Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow (DC) VS Annie Wilkes (Misery)

PRE-MATCH VIII: Ben Linus (Lost) VS Kristoph Gavin (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney)

#insane character poll #info insane character poll #disclaimer about deadpool: he is canonically insane due to the experiments that gave him his healing factor #he once stabbed weasel bc he ate his snack. dont @ me #sorry for the wait and also if there's any spelling mistakes #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #character tournament #poll #polls #info banner

[nihonium-art]

Some extras from my last piece! ^_^ bc I was fucking around w/ gradient maps. Anyways vote Lucille and Jo for @toxic-ship-tournament NOW

#digital art #my art #original art #oc art #my ocs #origial character #undying love #Lucille #Jo #blood tw #tw blood #lesbians

[gllrimes]

“Miss me?”

Content warnings: steamy makeout session, grinding, open sex, degrading, three way, face fucking?, ass slapping (only hands, nothing more), slight edging, daddy kink?, face slapping, pet name usage, praise kink, unprotected p in v, I'm not sure what else. Just very smutty.

Pairings: Negan Smith x oc x oc (I don't own the ocs, I'm writing this specifically for my friends. Ocs names are Luna (main oc) and Jorja/Jo (second oc).)

Summary: Negan had came back to the sanctuary after being gone for a bit around Rick's group. He came back to a pleasant surprise of not one girl, but two girls around, one of which he knew well and the other? A friend. What happens next? You'll find out.. !!NOT PROOFREAD, FIRST TIME WRITING!!

A/n: hey guys!! I'll upload a masterslist soon! here's my first ever writing (besides in a roleplay..) hope you enjoy!!

Luna knew those foot steps as soon as she heard them. The stomping of his boots. She memorized that stuff easily, especially Negans footsteps. That man had been out for a bit. At least a day or two are most. And while he was out, Luna easily got bored without him. She had a friend of hers come over, Jorja. Jorja and her had something going on in between them already.. And the tension between the three of them had all been the same as well.

More footsteps came closer to the room they had been in.. Not only them, but other people as well. At this point, she could even hear the small humming sound that he had made as well. Luna stood up from the place she was sitting, feeling anticipation rise up within her body. She was only standing to greet Negan in the most respectful way any woman could.

Finally, Negan had entered the room.. That damn leather jacket everyone knew about and those jeans.. The bat swung up on his shoulder that he used to kill the most innocent people and guilty people ever. The tall man with broad shoulders walked over to the rather shorter girl and kissed her on her cheek, then on her lips. That kiss she's been waiting for what seemed like decades.. Which was only a few days.

“Miss me? Hm?” Negan said as he pulled away from her and moved some hair out of her face. Luna had light pink tinted cheeks as she grinned. “Maybe.. Maybe not.” “Oh cmon.. Tell the truth, darling. We both know you missed me. Hell, everyone does once I'm away from them.” Negan nudged her shoulder a little before he set Lucille down against a chair. Finally he had noticed that their dear friend, Jorja, was also within the room.

“Oh? How could I ever forget about you.. On your feet.” The man commanded, to which Jorja obeyed. The woman looked up at Negan, Negan looked back down at her in return. “You didn't even dare to greet me. Let alone let me know that your presence was within this room as well.” Negan raised a brow before looking away from her and looking back at Luna. “Kiss me, Luna. Go on.. Don't be shy. It's not like I'll bite.” Negan chuckled before Luna had kissed him.

The kiss felt lovely.. Soft.. Full of passion. Yet deep and impatient from Luna's side. It was quite obvious she had missed him far too much and wanted more than just a singular soft kiss. Once she pulled away, she looked him up and down. “You like that? Or do you want some hot and sweaty make out session?” Luna chuckled and Negan raised his brows in pure shock.. But he did want that make out session.

“I think I'll go with the make out session you so kindly offered.” Negan said before pulling Luna back in and kissing her soft and tender lips deeply. He put his hand on the back of her neck to keep her close to him, almost too close. Luna had easily deepened the kiss and stayed close to him. Other people within the room, including Jorja, had watched this all happen.. Though, no one complained and Negan didn't care if they had complained or not cause he'd still keep going.

Those kisses turned sloppier by the second, Negan still not giving a damn what people thought of it. Those lips were claimed as his, and his lips were claimed as Luna's. He slipped his tongue into Luna's mouth as soon as she opened it wide enough. A small whine could be heard from the girl within those kisses, to which the kisses deepened even more. She moved her tongue on top of the taller man's, trying to dominate and overpower his.. Which she knew she could never do. He was far too powerful and dominant to their own good. Eventually, the kisses had gotten Luna aroused, and though Jorja could never admit it, it had gave off the same affect to her.

Luna grinded against Negan, which had finally made him aroused as well. He seemed rock hard in his pants, and her grinding made him even harder. His cock pushed against their fabrics and rubbed against Luna. Their tongues danced with each other in their mouths. Luna moaned softly against his lips and got even closer to Negan, throwing her arms around his neck and shoulders. As their bodies continued to grind against each other, Luna grew wetter and wetter within her panties.

Luna grinded even harder against his stiffened cock, feeling the need for him as she grew far too impatient. Negan finally noticed she wanted, no not wanted, NEEDED more. He moved his hands, which were larger than hers, down to her pants and grabbed onto them tightly. With one swift motion, he ripped them apart and completely off of her body. Negan picked the smaller woman up and moved with her, putting her up against the wall and kissing her rather deeply.

Luna let out a whimper as she was now sandwiched in between Negan and the wall. She was shocked as her pants were torn off, far too in shock to even noticed she most likely liked that more than the make out session itself. She moaned in his mouth as they continued to kiss, liking how rough he was with her. She pressed up against him still, feeling how hard his cock was as he felt how wet her panties were.

“Wet for me, huh? Cute yet so god damn pathetic.” Negan hissed out as he moved away from her lips and set her back onto the ground. He looked into her doe eyes and chuckled. “Right, now then.. Take off my pants like the good, pathetic little slut you are. I want everyone, and I mean everyone to watch how I fuck you.” Once Luna heard that, she immediately unbuckled his belt and unzipped the man's jeans. Negan only gave her a smirk that appeared on his face far too much.

Negan moved his hands and pulled down his jeans, taking his boots off before sliding his jeans off his legs which left him in his boxers on his lower half. He also then took off that leather jacket he always wore and left him in a white t-shirt. He got down on his knees and spread open Luna's legs. “I'm gonna make you feel the best you've ever felt..” He said before kissing up on her inner thighs and wet clothed cunt. Luna moaned and grabbed at his hair, to which he smacked her hands away.

He picked her up once more before setting her on the hard wood floor, pulling her panties down and lifting her shirt up and over her head. He unclasped her bra with one hand and flipped her around so her back was facing him. “Jorja, doll, could you come here please.” Negan said softly yet sternly like a command, to which jorja obeyed yet again. The other woman walked over to the two of them and looked at Negan.

“Just.. Stay where you are for now until I tell you to do something else.” Negan said and Jorja nodded. Negan pulled down his pants and sighed softly. “Alright now Luna, reach back behind you and put it in like the good slut you are.” Luna obeyed and reached behind her, grabbing Negans cock and sliding it into her now soaking cunt.

Negan groaned and held onto Luna's hips. “Jorja.. Would you like to join?” Negan asked, in hopes she'd say yes. Jorja nodded and blushed heavily. “Yes daddy.” she replied to his question to which Negan grinned. “Good. Now, slide underneath me and go back and forth, licking my balls and her cunt.” Jo nodded and went back behind Negan, sliding under the two of them and licking both of them up and down slowly.

Negan made small groans and Luna moaned and whimpered. “You two are doing great..” Negan praised before thrusting into Luna slowly, to which Luna whined and mewled. Their skin slapped together within each thrust in and out. “Jo.. My dirty little whore.. Keep going.. Don't stop 'til I tell you, understood? You do anything without my permission and there will be consequences.” Jo nodded after hearing what Negan had said.

Luna mewled and whined, letting Negan fill her up fully. The sensation wasn't too overwhelming yet and she enjoyed it. The feeling of Jorja's soft tongue.. Negans rough hands on her sensitive skin.. It was all feeling great. Even the fact she was basically being publicly humiliated felt good.. yet she felt guilty too.

Negan definitely filled her up, thrusting in and out of her and starting to go a bit faster. “Luna, I need you to understand just as well as Jorja does that I'm in charge. One wrong move could get you in trouble.” he groaned a little bit and grabbed onto Luna's hair as he thrusted into her.

Jorja had continued doing what she was doing, til she heard Negan start talking to her again. “Jorja.. I'm gonna need you to do a little more than just kitten licks.” The woman thought for a moment before widening her eyes. She started to take his balls into her mouth, sucking on them and being careful not to hurt him with her teeth.

Negan had rammed into Luna's cunt with hesitation or a warning before hand, which he was lucky that jorja hadn't hurt him at all or else that would've been terrible. He let out a groan and moved his hands down to Jorja's as he did so, bringing her thumb up to Luna's clit.

Jorja rubbed Luna's clit, making her jump a little at the touch with a moan. “Don't fuckin' move.” Negan ordered as he held onto Luna's waist even tighter and going even faster. Luna yelped out a moan as the pleasure had started to get over whelming to her. “Oh fuck!” she moaned out in pleasure. Negan smacked her right on the ass and groaned at satisfaction.

Jorja had moved away to catch her breath before a smack landed on her face from the man above her. “I didn't say stop. So keep fucking going, slut.” Jorja nodded and placed his balls back into her mouth, suckling on them.

Negan started to bite and suck on Luna's neck, to which she moaned louder. “Fuck!” Beads of sweat dripped down the three of them as Luna had eventually caught up with her high and was getting very worked up. “Don't you fucking dare cum yet..” Negan said as he felt her clench around him. He thrusted harder and faster, trying to get to his orgasm too. He stopped and thought for a moment. “I think I should give my angel down there a treat..”

Negan pulled out of Luna and replaced his cock with his fingers. He pumped his finger into her and put his cock into Jo's mouth, thrusting into her throat and making her gag repeatedly. “Finger yourself for me, angel.” He cooed and Jorja moved her hand into her pants, putting two fingers inside her and thrusting them. She moaned onto Negans still hardened dick, sending vibrations through him.

She went fast.. And so did Negan on the two of them. “Once Jorja is about to release.. We'll all do it together. You hear me?” Negan announced to Luna. “Yes sir.. Ugh!” Luna moaned out as Negans fingers still went in and out of her. After some time, jorja caught up and shook a little underneath Negan.

“Alright girls.. Cum for me.. Be good and release it all.” Both women moaned and came onto the fingers, Negan shot his hot load down Jorja's throat. Negan pulled out of the two of them and Jorja pulled her fingers out of her. He took hers and his fingers into her mouth and made and ‘mmm’ sound on them before pulling them away. “You're both sweet on this inside and the outside.. Just as I suspected.. And I know my answer now.”

Jorja and Luna raised a brow at the last part of his sentence and heard the man chuckle.

“you guys did miss me..”

#negan smith #negan x reader #twd negan #first writing #gllrimes #negan smut #oc smut #not my oc #not my character #my content #my writing

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Leave Unsaid Unspoken

A/N: This is the last of the requests I got when I put out the call. My brain went a weird way as it does, and this is the result. Special thanks to @idreamofhazeleyes and @negans-lucille-tblr for the beta help!!

Prompt: (from @fandomoniumflurry) "Chestervelle - baby daddy." 

Summary: They don't talk about it.

Pairing: Sam x Jo, Dean x Jo

Warnings: I will put warnings in the tags because they will be spoilers. This is angsty as hell, though.

Word count: 958 words

They didn’t talk about it when Dean threw scissors, letting Sam win the battle for who got to share the massive king-sized bed with Jo. Maybe Sam hadn’t figured out that Dean always throws scissors when he’s willing to lose. Or maybe he had and just didn’t want to look at it too closely. Either way, the whole thing had been performance. All three of them could have slept in the thing without touching each other, it was that big, but Dean refused to jam himself into Jo’s space. Sleeping next to her was just a bad idea all around. Taking the loss would mean privacy, too. No worries about who might notice where his eyes rested if there was no one to rest them on and no one to notice. Besides, Sam would probably complain endlessly about his Gigantor body being stuck in either the teeny loveseat or ultra-modern, kind of stiff recliner. Better for Dean to take the hit.

They didn’t talk about it the next morning when they all looked the worse for wear because no one got much sleep. Sam and Jo had a certain glow about them, of course, but Dean was just miserable and muttered something about noise-canceling headphones if this was going to be a regular thing between the two of them and went out for breakfast. He kept the ache in his chest to himself, knowing that Jo chose the better brother. He stood by his decision. He didn’t even bitch about his sore back and achy knees.

They didn’t talk about it when the damn ghost took Jo and stashed her somewhere in the goddamn walls. There wasn't even a joke about how Sam’s girlfriends had a greater-than-normal chance of dying even without a serial killing ghost. There was a job to be done and they weren’t going to waste time standing around talking about feelings or whatever. They needed to get Jo back, and they needed to do it before Ellen found her way from Nebraska all the way to Philadelphia and kicked all their asses.

They didn’t talk about it when the ghost was finally trapped in his own cellar of horrors in the sewer below the building and cement was flowing down the chute into the tunnels below. It took a good half hour of standing around and watching the mixer spin, but no one mentioned the way Sam was looking at Jo when Jo wasn’t looking at Sam. There was a worry that someone would see them doing it and call the cops, and they chatted about that, but no one saw them, and no sirens approached. They sealed the trap door shut with the dregs from the mixer and Dean called it a job done well.

They didn’t talk about it when Jo launched herself at Dean after Sam left to ditch the cement truck. Dean tried, but Jo only mumbled words like “scared,” “safe,” and finally, “need you.” Damn him, but Dean was too weak to deny her when her lips were sucking on his neck and her hands were under his shirt, much less when she put his hand down her pants and moaned with him when he felt how much she wanted him. In the short hour they had, Jo made Dean feel like he was worthy and good for the first time in his life. The feeling ended soon after their clothes were back on and Sam returned, pausing to give Jo a sweet kiss before packing his duffle.

Nobody talked about anything during the long, silent drive from Philly back to Nebraska, with Ellen sitting shotgun and filling the car with her anger and fear. When they got back to the Roadhouse, there were suddenly other, more surprising topics of discussion, even if Jo hadn’t told them both to just go.

A couple of months later, after the demon riding Sam tortured Jo and shot Dean, the two of them had a few minutes to talk. Of all the things they talked about, though, what had happened between them was not one of them. Dean didn’t tell Jo that he still dreamed about it, replaying every moment almost every night. Dean decided that not talking about it with each other meant they certainly didn’t need to talk about it with Sam. However, Jo talked about how she’d been feeling a bit under the weather recently and that the other servers in the bar had started laughing at her for not having a drink or two with the gang each night. Dean paused, staring into Jo’s quietly terrified face, his eyes briefly dropping to her stomach, and sighed. He then told her that he was sure Sam would be thrilled to hear and talk about her nausea, her cravings, and what foods give you the most vitamins and minerals per serving or whatever – you know, once he was himself, again.

Jo stared at Dean for a long time, not speaking. With her eyes, she begged Dean to step up and fight for what she was trying to give him, even if it would be an unholy mess, but Dean didn’t have the words to explain why it was better this way. Dean just gave her a sad smile, told her he’d do whatever he could to help them through what was to come, and left to go save his brother.

When Sam never talked about it, Dean sent a text to Jo, just to check in.

Dean: Sam hasn’t mentioned hearing from you. You okay?

Jo: Had a bad hunt. Was in the hospital for a while. I’m good, though. All back to normal, killing what needs killing.

Dean: Shit. You want to talk about it?

Jo: I really don’t.

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#chestervelle #dean x jo #sam x jo #jo x dean #jo x sam #dean angst #mrswhozeewhatsis writes #tw: cheating #tw: pregnancy #tw: miscarriage

[ultraviolet-cello]

censored version for the masses. hello. consider this propaganda for the Undying Love duo's role in the @toxic-ship-tournament

(dont worry. lucille will be fine. go vote for her and jo here)

#propaganda #lucille #jo #undying love #art #tw blood #tw violence

[hoboal87]

Don't Speak, Part 11

Characters: Sam, Reader, John, Bobby, Ellen, unnamed doctor, mentions of: Dean, Claire and Jo

Pairings: Sam x Reader, implied Dean x Claire, implied Reader x Claire, implied Sam x Reader x Dean

Summary: Y/N recovers from Sam and Dean's assault.

Warnings: soft!dark Sam, gaslighting, past rape/sexual assault**, recovery from assualt, stockholm syndrome, medical inaccuracies, mentions of past miscarriage, fluff?

Word Count: 1700+

**TW: past rape/sexual assault is mentioned throughout this chapter in non-explicit detail.

a/n: once again, i'd like to thank @negans-lucille-tblr for letting me bounce ideas off of her in the middle of the night (well, my time) thanks, Bee!

beta'd by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes potentially triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

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Part 10

You’re tucked warmly in your bed and every inch of your body aches, so much so that even the slightest movement makes you want to cry. After Dean had finished with Claire, he and Sam focused all of their rage on you, showing you a level of brutality you’d not seen in months. The brothers invent a story about your injuries for Mrs. Harvelle and Joanna: that you and Claire had snuck out of the manor and were attacked by a stranger. They’re either too scared or too loyal to the Winchesters to question otherwise; but you know they don’t completely believe them. Joanna had told you on more than one occasion that most people who lived in town feared the Winchesters; none of them were brave enough to step on their property without permission. The look on Mrs. Harvelle’s face tells you that she doesn’t trust their story, and at one point, you think she may ask you what really happened, but she’s interrupted by John entering the room to check on you.

There’s a fleeting smirk on John’s face as he looks you over; no doubt the brothers had already given him every sordid detail. The smirk quickly turns into a look of concern when Mrs. Harvelle notes your unusual injuries, and suggests that they call for the doctor and possibly a midwife, so that you can receive proper care. John frowns at her suggestion, you’re sure he wants to keep your interactions with anyone outside of the manor to a minimum, but as she lifts your nightgown to show him the extent of Sam and Dean’s assault, he reluctantly agrees.

The doctor is a young man, he doesn’t look to be much older than you. You don't quite catch his name; you're too focused on the pain radiating throughout your body. He almost resembles Dean; dark blonde hair and chiseled features, but in place of Dean’s green eyes, blue ones shine back at you. Mrs. Harvelle holds your hand as he speaks to you warmly, examining your injuries gingerly, before declaring you have a broken wrist, cracked ribs, and a fractured cheekbone. He raises an eyebrow when Sam feeds him the stranger story, but you know he wouldn’t dare question a husband about what may or may not have happened in his marital bed. No one would be able to do anything even if they believed you. You were Sam’s wife, his property for all intents and purposes, and he could do with you whatever he pleased.

The doctor sets your wrist, and wraps a bandage around your chest, ordering that you stay on bed rest for the next two weeks. He not-so-subtly suggests to Sam that you keep ‘nighttime activities’ to a minimum. The idea of Sam sharing your bed at all sends you into near-hysterics, and you hope that the midwife will also give him the same order. the doctor gives Sam a little brown bottle full of a clear liquid, and you can make out the word morphine written in large block letters. For a moment you think you might have a way to help yourself and Claire. If the doctor comes to the manor every day, then maybe he'll see what's happening to you both. But your hopes are shattered when he begins to instruct Mrs. Harvelle on how to administer the dosage, at John and Sam's insistence, providing her with a needle and taking her through the steps. Once Mrs. Harvelle feels comfortable enough the doctor makes sure that she is watching your intake very closely.

As the doctor leaves your chambers, you hear hushed words between him and John. You want to speak up, to thank him for being so kind, but it hurts to open your mouth. the doctor nods and offers a warm smile when his eyes land on you, seeming to know what you wanted to say. John’s eyes narrow, and he grabs the doctor roughly by the arm and escorts him out of the room.

The same midwife who had given you a clean bill of health not two months ago is examining you again. She asks Mrs. Harvelle about the damage between your legs, and Mrs. Harvelle repeats Sam’s story about a stranger assaulting you. You wince as she looks you over, and when Sam asks if it could affect you becoming pregnant again, she answers with a sigh. She advises, just as the doctor did, that he refrain from lying with you until you are fully healed, and tells you both that you should have no problem conceiving again.

Mrs. Harvelle and Joanna seem to be splitting their time between you and Claire, but you’ve yet to learn what kind of state she is in. The brother’s may not have beaten her as badly as they did you, but the way they used her body will be seared into your memory forever. As it was before, the only men you can even tolerate being around are Bobby and John, and only then when you were in a morphine-filled haze.

“No man is stupid ‘nuff to come on this property,” you can barely make out Bobby’s voice through your still fogged brain. He didn’t seem to fear the Winchesters, unlike some of the other servants, but you weren’t sure with whom his loyalty truly lay. “Those girls barely do anything without the boys. Why would they sneak out in the middle of the night?”

“They’re young, not much older than Joanna,” John excuses.

“Yeah, but–”

“What exactly are you gettin’ at Bobby? You think Sam or Dean hurt them?”

“All’s I’m sayin’ is… I love those boys as if they were my own, John, you know that,” you’d never heard any of the servants at Winchester Manor call John by his first name, and to hear Bobby say it was almost unnerving. “But you know as well as me that there’s something off about them. Ellen and me have turned the other way for a long time now, we don’t say nothin’ ‘cause they weren’t hurtin’ nobody. But I saw Dean bring Claire back to their room–”

“What my sons do with their wives is none of your business, Robert, and I’ll thank you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Don’t forget your place, you and Ellen.”

You drift off to John and Bobby still talking, both making what seemed to be thinly-veiled threats and accusations. Thanks to the morphine, you spend a majority of every day sleeping, only waking for short bursts to be fed or bathed.

You wake one morning to see Sam sitting in a chair next to your bed. His focus isn’t on you, but a book in his hand, Frankenstein. Your body still aches but nothing like it did before. How long had it been– a few days, a week, more? Your wrist was still wrapped, and the bruises that you could see were no longer a deep purple but a light yellow-green.

You whimper as you move onto your side, unintentionally gathering Sam’s attention.

“Hey there, princess,” he smiles warmly, closing the book and putting it onto the table next to your bed. “How ya feelin’?”

You don’t know if you can speak, so you shrug your shoulders, and your hair falls in front of your face. Sam reaches out and you recoil, unsure of what he wants.

“S’okay, baby girl, I just wanna see those pretty eyes,” he soothes as he pushes your hair behind your ears. “There we go, now I can see my beautiful wife.” An uncontrollable warmth fills your body at Sam’s praise. “I’m gonna have Mrs. Harvelle draw us a bath, how does that sound, hmm? Let you soak up, s'been a while since you had a proper one,” Sam laughs slightly.

“‘Kay,” you mumble, fighting the soreness in your throat.

“Good,” he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “how ‘bout some tea as well? Warm you right up.”

You nod, sitting up slightly as Sam leaves your room. It’s late in the day, supper time at least, oranges and reds coloring the sky outside your window. The leaves of an oak tree are an orangish-brown, at least the ones still attached to the branches, and you realize that all your memories since the loss of your baby are hazy at best.

Ten minutes later Sam is gathering you out of your bed, and carrying you into the bathroom. Mrs. Harvelle is there, offering to help you undress but Sam politely shoos her away, saying that he will do it himself. There is a moment between them that you don’t quite understand, and her eyes briefly flicker to you, as if she’s waiting for you to give her a reason to stay.

Part of you wants to ask her to, but you dare not go against Sam’s wishes; he’s being unusually kind, and you don’t want to sour his mood. The large, clawfoot tub is filled with steaming water, and you can’t deny that it looks very appealing. Sam sets you down on a small chair, and reaches for the hem of your nightgown. Your breath hitches, and Sam stops before looking back up to you. You take a moment before nodding your head, answering his unasked question, and he removes the dress, gently caressing up your body as he does so.

“I’d like to get in with you,” Sam asks, almost innocently, like a naive young boy, not the brute you know him to be. “If that’s okay?” you nod meekly and he slowly strips himself of his own clothes.

Sam picks you up gingerly, carrying you as you had always imagined a husband would carry his wife. He sinks down slowly, and you gasp as he places you in the water. It’s almost uncomfortably hot, but after a moment or two your body adjusts and you let yourself be overtaken by its warmth. Sam climbs in behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach, and encourages you to lean back against him and settle between his legs.

Sam hums as you relax into him, and you find a source of comfort in the steady beat of his heart. There’s silence between you, for once, and you don’t feel the need or pressure to do anything but be with your husband. Water ripples as Sam’s usual rough touches are replaced by soft and meaningful caresses over your healing body.

“You know I love you, Y/N,” Sam murmurs in your ear, breaking the silence. It's the first time he’s ever said that to you, and you feel your heart swell.

“You do?” You ask as you turn around to face him.

“Of course I do. That’s why I had to teach you a lesson, because I love you,” Sam caresses your face. “I know you want to be a good girl, a good wife for me, and you try so hard. The baby–” he stops as you retreat back. “–it wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you.”

“You don’t?” You’d been blaming yourself for the better part of two months, but now knowing Sam doesn’t, you find relief from the guilt you’d been feeling.

“No, baby girl,” he pulls you towards him, letting your chest rest against his. “It'll happen when it's supposed to, ‘kay?” You nod, too overcome by his confession to do anything else. He loves you. “I need you to promise me one thing, Y/N,” you perk up, staring deep into his eyes. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.” You don’t need him to be specific, you know exactly what he’s referring to. “We took it easy on you, and you don’t want to see what happens when I get mad, do you sweetheart?”

“I pr-promise,” you nod your head.

“Good girl.”

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Part 12

#dark!fic #non-con #dean x reader #sam x reader #sam x reader x dean #dark!chesters #dark!sam #dark!dean #angst #fluff #pregnancy

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 5 / FINALISTS

CEO x Arowana (@owo-whats-bliss) vs Lucille x Jo (@radioactive-dragonlover)

who makes up your ship?:

CEO (human) and Arowana (the weird fish thing)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

They do extremely unethical experiments on people together under the guise of saving them, but Arowana is just using them to eat the people while telling CEO that that was a last resort. CEO is hopelessly devoted to them, both romantically and religiously, and uses everything he has financially and emotionally to support whatever they do (even to him). Arowana is initially only using him, but falls in love and becomes unhealthily obsessed, threatening to harm those who look at him. CEO is a human, Arowana is a god, keeping him alive no matter what happens to him. (Also, Arowana does have a human form, they're just not in it 80% of the time.)

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

None of those, but I think about them to the song "Hakidasu" by Mao Sasagawa

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who makes up your ship?:

Lucille and Jo

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Lucille is a rich woman who has nothing to do in her life, she's eternally bored and wishes for something new— something fresh to happen. Jo is a quiet woman with some repressed violent tendencies and who works minimum wage bug is struggling to make ends meets. One night, Jo decides to rob Lucille's mansion and kills her without meaning to in the process, escaping the scene anxiously thinking she's going to go to jail once the body is found. However, Lucille wakes up the next day, with the events of the murder burnt into her mind but her body spared of any wounds. Turns out getting killed is EXACTLY the spice in life she was waiting for! So she decided to track down and knock on her murder's door— not to rat her out, but to ask her to do it again. Jo wasn't really for murdering again, especially with how anxious she ended up getting in the aftermath, but begrudgingly accepts. And it seems that Lucille IS actually very fun to kill for her, too. Cue to Jo murdering Lucille on a Weekly basis, getting very Gay about it each time. Lucille get the thrill of death she wanted, and Jo gets an outlet for her violence. A relationship starting as purely transactional at first slowly turns into a murder romance. They're both kinda fucked up in isolation to one another but complete eachother awfully well. Like "you two are perfect for eachother but never pull anyone else into your bullshit" kinda deal. They keep eachother contained. You feel me.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Ship tag on my art blog ( nihonium-art ) : Undying love ( although fair warning for gore ) Playlist : https://spotify.link/TPbt2y12Syb

#ceo x arowana #lucille x jo #owo whats bliss #radioactive dragonlover #toxic ship tournament

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Characters: Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Author’s notes: written for @negans-lucille-tblr 7ks of the Week Challenge. My days were: Monday (Dean), Tuesday (Fuck Or Die), and Wednesday (Ruby 2.0 + Jo Harvelle); and fills the #hickies square for @AnyFandomGoesBingo.

Here’s the other time Ruby and Jojo got hit by sex pollen.

Title is from the song “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande.

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“I’m beginning to think you do this on purpose,” Dean says, draping his jacket over the kitchenette chair.

“Yeah, because I love being in excruciating pain,” Ruby sneers.

Dean shrugs. “What with you bein’ a demon and the blood-drinking, you could be a total pain slut for all I know.”

“Will you two shut up and put something in me, I’m dying over here,” Jo gripes, and both Dean and Ruby move to the bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean climbs onto the mattress beside Jo, mirroring Ruby on her other side.

Jo’s a mess of sweaty tangled limbs and hair. Dean fumbles for a minute because this is Jo and he’s always tried to be so careful with her to not cross any lines or send the wrong signals.

But she needs this, and she looks so good, cheeks and chest flushed pink, her mouth open and panting, and her pussy swollen and glistening.

Before Dean got there, Ruby and Jo tried taking care of the spell on their own as they had once before, but this spell is different.

“We need a dick,” Ruby stated succinctly, bemoaning that she couldn’t call Sam “because of that time Meg possessed him and scared the crap out of Jo.”

“And before you get any grand notions about your junk, the spell calls for dick no matter the recipient, so if it’d hit you, we’d be calling Cas.”

“Well, that’s just downright nasty. What if ya don't like dick?”

“That’s the point, genius — angst. Just fuckin’ hurry up.”

Dean rests the back of his hand across Jo’s forehead, and she moans.

“You’re fuckin’ burnin’ up,” he says, quickly shucking his flannel to the floor and darting an accusatory glance to Ruby.

The way she looks at Jo like she’s something precious sort of makes him feel like an asshole for being so pissy with her. They both care about Jo and want nothing bad to happen to her. He quietly decides to dial back the snark and just do what needs to be done.

Before he can get his t-shirt off, Jo’s tearing at his belt and pants. Ruby’s got a hand between her own legs, hovering over and mouthing at Jo’s tits, and Dean almost laughs at just how off the fucking grid the entire situation is.

Their lives are a god damned Hellscape of shitty choices and shittier consequences, only… what else is he supposed to do.

Jo lunges up and forward just as she pulls Dean’s not-quite-hard cock from his half-open jeans.

“Whoa,” he gasps.

Everything moves fast and frantic until they have his jeans pushed down his thighs and they’re taking turns laving along each side, under and around, making him harder by the second.

They kiss each other in between licks, hands buried between each other’s legs, moaning and whimpering.

“Jesus,” Dean breathes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, not knowing where the fuck to put his hands because right now those two are like a minefield of who fucking knows.

He stays still and quiet, hands fisted at his sides, eyes closed, listening to the breathy sounds of Jo and Ruby getting each other off and him hard. Then one lithe, damp hand grips his wrist and directs him to a mass of silken hair.

“Fuck my mouth,” Ruby mutters. “And don’t be gentle.”

Dean blinks rapidly, opening his eyes to take in the scene below him.

Jo’s shifted to her back, legs spread wide, and Ruby... Ruby’s wrist-fucking-deep in Jo’s pussy.

“Holy fff...” Dean groans and grips himself tight.

There’s a fire in his gut and his brain starts to spin. He wonders if this thing is contagious and if now he’s gonna need dick, too, just from physical contact with them.

“She loves taking my fist,” Ruby says quietly, fondly, a little smirk tugging the corner of her mouth. “That’s how I figured out to look further into this spell because last time this is all she needed.”

Dean considers all the things he could say to alleviate the intensity of the moment — childish quips or challenges to the demon, but he’s got a precarious job to do; he needs to focus.

Besides, there isn’t anything to make jokes about regarding what’s playing out before his eyes. Jo is gorgeous and determined, and Ruby’s holding the moment as something sacred — he can feel it in the energy surrounding them.

“You’re holdin’ up pretty well,” Dean murmurs, moving his gaze to where his fingers are surprisingly and very gently fingering Ruby’s rich, mahogany tresses. When his eyes meet hers, they’re almost black and not because she’s a demon.

“Said I needed you to fuck my mouth, what’re you waiting for?”

He didn’t take the time to notice before, but she’s strung out beyond comprehension. She’s as out of breath and wrecked as Jo but empty and-

“Please,” she whispers, brow furrowed and jaw tight with disdain for having to beg.

Dean doesn’t miss a beat, however smooth he moves, twisting the length of her hair around his fist and wrist as he feeds himself to her.

He’s fucked a lot of mouths in his time. He’s learned to like things he didn’t know about. He’s taught a thing or two. But the sheer headiness of fucking the mouth of his brother’s demon lover is a whole new thing.

She’s desperate and hungry, gripping his base in the hand that isn’t inside Jo, swallowing him down her throat and back out until she gasps, and spit spills over her chin.

“Fuck me,” she says, taking him back inside her mouth.

Dean tightens his grip in her hair and angles her but only just a bit because it all feels so good and he’s fucking fascinated with everything she’s doing.

Ruby pulls off him again, breathless and a mess. “Wanna make you come so you last longer for her.”

She dives back down on him and doubles down.

“Shit,” Dean breathes, squeezing his eyes shut tight and gripping her face in both hands. “Hold on... just... fuck.”

Ruby stills and relaxes her jaw and lets him take over.

He fucks into her with abandon, muttering and grunting. Her tongue dances under his length and she hollows her cheeks before flashing her gaze up at him. Her lashes are thick and dark and he could probably get lost in her eyes if he didn’t know better.

Then he hears Jo rambling about how good Ruby takes his cock, and that tips him over the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants and huffs a surprised laugh as he slips from her mouth.

Dean slumps back onto his haunches, mind blown and lungs heaving as Ruby swipes the back of her hand across her mouth before turning back to Jo.

“Get the rest of your clothes off,” she instructs Dean.

He shakes his head to try and get his thoughts straight, but it doesn’t help, so he does what he’s told. He unwinds his feet out from under himself and sits on the edge of the bed to quickly untie and remove his boots and push his jeans and boxers to the floor.

Before turning and stretching out alongside Jo, he takes a deep breath. As he settles beside her, ghosting calloused fingers over her ivory skin, he asks, “How many times’ve you come?”

“I dunno.” She shakes her head, tears trickling from the corners of her shuttered eyes. Random tendrils of her pale hair cling to her forehead, cheeks, and throat. Dean marvels at how her skin ripples with goosebumps from his fingers dancing across her collarbone and down between her small, tight breasts.

“At least a dozen,” Ruby answers, sounding broken and worn out. She leans over Jo and presses a long kiss to her lips as she slowly twists her wrist back and forth to gently pull her hand from Jo’s body.

Jo whimpers and Ruby tries to soothe her. “It’s OK, Jojo. Dean’ll take care of you. I’ll go find Sam.”

“This’s some male-gaze bullshit,” Dean mutters, moving to carefully situate himself between Jo’s messy thighs. “So fucked up.”

“What’re you a feminist now? Just do your job, Sparky.”

He glares at her as he refocuses on Jo, smoothing his rough hands up her thighs and spreading her open with his knees. “Jo,” he beckons her attention, gripping himself in one hand to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. “This’s a shitty situation, but I promise I’ll do it right, OK?”

Jo nods. “I know. I trust you.”

Her eyes are clear enough if only for a second, to give Dean confidence that even if she weren’t cursed she’d want this. All the times he thought they might, all the times he wanted to, and this is how it happens.

She reaches for his hips and tugs, and he falls over her, bracing himself on one hand and using the other to drag the fat head of his cock up and down her puffy slit.

“Don’t tease,” she breathes, desperation and longing returning to cloud her gaze.

“OK. Just relax, I don’t wanna hurt you, you’re so swollen.” He groans as he notches just inside her, and she hisses.

Ruby scoffs. “I just had my entire fist up in there.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,” Dean replies, settling over Jo. He pushes stray hairs from her damp forehead and dips in to kiss her as he gently thrusts.

Ruby watches him take his time, slowly working his way inside, exploring Jo’s mouth, tenderly cradling her neck. She can’t help but touch herself. Her body aches and her mind reels. She and Dean have never been friendly, but she wants what he’s giving Jo in a vicious way; her body needs it.

“More,” Jo begs, canting her hips and arching her back. She grapples at him, not knowing what to touch. “Dean, fuck me.”

He grits his teeth and plants both hands in the bedding at the most advantageous points to find a groove, pushing up over her. He curves his spine beautifully and drops his head back with a heavy sigh, fully seated inside her. “Jesus fuck.”

“Please,” she whispers, hooking her hands under his arms and over his broad shoulders. “You feel so good, it hurts but it’s so good, fuck me please.”

Dean brings his head back upright, and it’s like a switch flips.

Even from the side, Ruby can see that his eyes are on fire, consuming Jo with heat. His chest puffs and deflates in an exaggerated way as he tries to manage his breath.

And then he starts to move.

Ruby really should go find Sam and get rid of this spell for herself, but she’s riveted to the moment, watching Dean work Jo open, untangle the mess, take her apart piece by piece. As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty. Ruby’s never seen Jo quite like this — maybe it’s because she’s usually the one delivering the fuck, but Jo’s absolutely wrecked under Dean’s deliberation, and Ruby can’t walk away.

Ruby slides in next to Jo to get a better view of exactly what Dean’s doing to her. She slips three of her own fingers inside her soaking wet center and rubs her clit, but it does little to slake her thirst for how Dean’s slamming into Jo.

“How does she feel?” she asks, raking his smooth and scarred skin with her eyes.

“Fuckin’ tight and wet, better than anything except that mouth of yours,” Dean grits, dragging his ravenous gaze to Ruby.

Her breath catches in her chest. Just as he ramps up to rail into the wild thing underneath him, there’s a clear promise in his eyes that she’s going to get the same.

Jo gasps and shouts. “Dean! Oh god...” She fiercely spasms around him. It’s brutal and beautiful to watch and feel, and he can barely hold on, but he levels up and fucks her through it, pushing to kneel, gripping her hips to hold her up, and hammering into her.

Jo screams and claws at the bedding, tears streaming over her ruddy cheeks as Dean’s thrusts jolt her toward the head of the bed.

“C’mon, come again for us,” Dean pants through a wolfish grin. “Such a good girl for us.”

Good girl.

Ruby huffs an embarrassing sob and clenches around her own fingers. “Fuck,” she whispers, closing her thighs on her hands, rolling to her side. “Please come again, Jojo.”

Jo shrieks and bows upward. She’s suspended by Dean’s hands and the salacious exorcism he’s conducting.

Dean groans on a chuckle. “There we go. Hooo.” He slows his thrusts and gently settles Jo’s now limp, breathless form back to the mattress then drops over her again onto all fours to catch his breath.

Ruby watches his broad, sweat-sheened back rise and fall as she throbs around her fingers, waiting.

When he brings his gaze to hers again, she squeezes her fingers impossibly tighter.

His eyes are dark and greedy as he backs off of Jo and turns his attention to Ruby. Her skin prickles like she’s plugged into an electrical outlet. She weakly pushes herself to sit upright with come-slick hands and her legs fall open of their own volition.

Dean coolly reaches out and grabs a handful of Ruby’s hair as he closes in on her, and Ruby gasps at the delicious pain webbing her skull.

“Your turn,” he growls, yanking her into him like a ragdoll and claiming her mouth with his. As he fucks her mouth with his tongue, he swings his legs to sit on the edge of the bed and positions her to straddle him, splitting her open exquisitely.

Relief washes over her immediately followed by a slow burn from the inside out. She doesn’t have words for how it feels to have Sam’s brother, the man who’d rather gut her with her own knife than give her the time of day, painfully hard and deep inside her, fucking away a spell that was created to kill her.

Dean has words, though.

“You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?” he murmurs against her throat between sucking bruises into her smooth, golden skin. He can’t deny there’s a deep, dark part of himself that’s thought about her, too

He wrenches her hair and sinks his teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. When he pulls back to survey the damage he’s rendered, he grins wide. “Looks good on you.”

He flicks his gaze to hers, and she’s gone.

Ruby rides him like a wild mare that he doesn’t care to tame. She’s tight and slick and savage, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. She finds the right pace and slams her mouth into his.

Dean reaches up and wraps the hand that isn’t tangled in her hair around her slim throat and squeezes. He pulls out of the frenzied kiss to breathe.

“Sure you don’t like pain?” he whispers.

Her eyes roll back in her head and she squeaks, convulsing in his lap and coming violently.

She’s a mess as Dean picks her up, staying inside her, and strides the short distance to the other bed. He lays her back to the mattress and hooks his hands under her knees, holding her open wide to fuck her into another blazing orgasm.

As she clamps around him one last time, he lets himself go, roaring into the darkened hotel room.

After a shower, and once the girls are safely nestled together, satisfied and sleepy, Dean makes his way to his car, praying he doesn’t have to admit to Sam just how much he liked the taste and feel and smell of Ruby all around him.

After all, it was just a job.

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WELCOME TO THE INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT: REVIVAL ROUND, ELIMINATION!

[ID: Photos of all the 111 characters competing on this round in a graveyard. /End ID.]

Upset your favourite character lost? Here they'll battle for the chance to be one of the four to come back! The goal of this round is to eliminate as many characters as possible. Each group will have two polls who will later battle against each other to be the sole survivor of their group. ROUND ELIMINATION PART 1 will begin on MONDAY 14TH OF AUGUST.

Groups below the "keep reading" line.

GROUP 1:

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne) VS Tuco Salamanca (Better Call Saul) VS Renfield (Dracula)

The Master (Doctor Who) VS Cheryl Tunt (Archer) VS Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Lucille Bluth (Arrested Development)

GROUP 2:

Delirium (Sandman) VS Alexander Hilbert (Wolf 359) VS Roman Roy (Succession)

Doomguy (Doom) VS Dr. Franken Stein (Soul Eater) VS Jack (The Shinning)

GROUP 3:

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto Shippuden) VS Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Dabi (My Hero Academia) VS Seo Moon-jo (Strangers from Hell) VS Jinx (Arcane)

GROUP 4:

Aerion Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Goro Akechi (Persona 5) VS Bubby (Half Life: VR but the AI is Self Aware) VS Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) VS Orochimaru (Naruto)

GROUP 5:

Dottore (Genshin Impact) VS Ice King (Adventure Time) VS Millions Knives (Trigun) VS Trexel Geistman (Stellar Firma)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Eliot Cardale / Eli Ever (Villains Duology) VS Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT)

GROUP 6:

Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter) VS Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche) VS Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Max (Sam and Max)

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan) VS Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) VS The entire cast of Blaseball (Blaseball)

GROUP 7:

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS Spinel (Steven Universe) VS Midori (Your Turn To Die)

Chat Blanc (Miraculous) VS Leopold Fitz (Marvel) VS Tsukishima Hajime (Golden Kamuy) VS Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

GROUP 8:

Tokishige Usami (Golden Kamuy) VS Jīn Guāngyáo (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Roberto (Futurama) VS Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) VS Dr. Baxter Stockman (TMNT 2003) VS Cicero (Skyrim)

GROUP 9:

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune) VS Denji (Chainsaw Man) VS Kira Yoshikage (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Magic Man (Adventure Time)

Jevil (Deltarune) VS Helena (Orphan Black) VS Starscream (Transformers)

GROUP 10:

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader (Star Wars) VS Enerjak (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Niki Sanders / Jessica Sanders (Heroes)

Alfred Drevis (Mad Father) VS Loki (The Mechanisms) VS Tyrian Callows (RWBY) VS The Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland)

GROUP 11:

Evan (EverymanHYBRID) VS Eric Cartman (South Park) VS Simon Keyes (Ace Attorney Investigations 2)

Alex Kralie (Marble Hornets) VS Fintan Pyren (Keeper of the Lost Cities) VS Darcy (Amphibia) VS Hamlet (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark)

GROUP 12:

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal) VS Simon Laurent (Infinity Train) VS John Kramer (Saw) VS Bibble (Barbie Fairytopia)

Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files) VS The Observer (TribeTwelve) VS Galahad (The Mechanisms)

GROUP 13:

Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stray Dogs) VS Castiel (Supernatural) VS Ben Chang (Community)

Shinobu Sensui (Yu Yu Hakusho) VS Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Kristoph Gavin (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney)

GROUP 14:

Knock Knock (Phantom Spirits (2002)) VS Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights) VS Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family) VS Billy Lenz (Black Christmas (1974))

Shou Tucker (FMA) VS The Antagonist (Hatred (2015)) VS Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous)

GROUP 15:

Tim Drake (DC) VS Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-girlfriend) VS Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Fëanor (The Silmarillion) VS Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) VS Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil) VS Ultra Violet (Lego Ninjago)

GROUP 16:

Professor Henry Hidgens (Hatchetfield) VS Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire) VS Wade Wilson / Deadpool (Marvel) VS Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina)

Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow (DC) VS Komaeda Nagito (Danganronpa 2) VS Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

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Lyrics mashup from the undying love playlist as today's propaganda for @toxic-ship-tournament <3. Lucille songs are in pink and Jo songs are in blue. I'm so Normal about them. I Swear.

#my ocs #oc #original character #undying love #Lucille #Jo #lesbians #I love them they mean sm 2 me

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Dirty Motel Sheets

Pairing: Wincest x Reader very bottom!Reader, bottom!Sam, top!Dean

Word Count: 2813

Warnings: All the smut a threesome can ask for! Dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, drinking, cursing, and of course Christmas

Summary: Maybe it’s the Southern Comfort in the eggnog but this Christmas just got a little more steamy and incestuous. 

Author’s Note: Happy Christmas my lovelies! It’s been a very long time since I’ve written, let alone posted a fic. But here we are, at the end of the dumpster fire that was 2020 and I bring you this @spnsecretsantaficexchange​ for the lovely host @negans-lucille-tblr​. She took pity on me and let me join her exchange at the last minute. Thank you for that darling. I know I missed the deadline but I hope this is worth it! Beta by the wonderfully talented @kayteonline​

Christmas as a hunter didn't mean much. There was no Christmas tree. No lights, strung garlands, or shiny round ornaments. Presents, if there were any, came from other hunters. A new machete, a jar of dead man's blood, or a new flask to keep holy water.

This Christmas however, came with a gift you'd been fantasizing about since you first heard of the Winchester's. There was always talk of the two handsome men who traveled across the country in their black beauty of an automobile. How they only truly trusted each other and that their love for each other ran pretty deep.

Maybe a little too deep, but the thought of Sam's big hands with his long fingers spreading himself open for big brother Dean sent arousal down your spine. Sure, it was wrong, but damn what you wouldn't give to see if the rumors were true.

"Thanks for helping me out, guys. I don't think I could have taken those ghouls without an extra set of hands." You reached out a hand towards the older Winchester as he stuffed the shotgun holding the trunk open to his Baby down into the trunk.

"Ain't no problem, sweetheart." Dean thrust his hand into yours, "anytime you need help, give us a call." A wink from those piercing green eyes had the breath stolen from your lungs.

"You know, it is Christmas Eve. Maybe you should come on back with us to our motel. Have some eggnog." Sam smiled and brushed his hair behind his ear as he leaned against the roof of the Impala's passenger side door.

Warmth flooded your body at the suggestion and you were quick to nod your acceptance to the invitation.

"Sure, sounds great. I'll be by in about an hour. Wanna wash the ghoul out of my cleavage and you might want to get the blood out of your hair too, Sam."

With a grimace, Sam nodded and climbed into the Impala while Dean walked around to the driver's side. "See ya in a bit, kid."

A little over an hour later you found yourself sandwiched between the Winchester's on the ratty, brown plaid motel couch. Both boys were freshly showered and pouring another round of  drinks. The eggnog was heavy on the bourbon, the good old Southern Comfort settling in your belly, and it wasn't long before a warm buzz was singing through your veins.

“So, I have a question,” you blurted as Dean emptied the last of the spiked drink into his glass.

“Sure, darling. What is it?”

“I’ve been hearing rumors, and I have to know if they’re true. It’s probably not, and if it’s total bullshit just say so and I’ll blame my curiosity on the SoCo.”

Sam smirked, “sounds ominous. What’s the question?”

Licking your lips, you sat up straight closing your eyes to gain courage, or maybe it was just hard to keep them open when you were this drunk. “Do y’all fuck? Cause last time I was in Nebraska, Jo said….”

The sound of Dean sputtering made your eyes snap open. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Dean wiped his mouth and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he cleared his throat before muttering under his breath, “Jo should have kept her big fucking mouth shut.”

A wild grin spread across your face. “So it’s true?” You turned to look at Sam who had been quiet, his face and ears tinted with a rosy hue that you didn’t think was just from the alcohol.

“She walked into something she shouldn’t have. Look, Y/N, you can’t tell anybody. We know what people think and we don’t want it getting in the way of what we do.”

Reaching over, you laid a gentle hand on Sam’s jean covered knee. “It’s okay, Sam. I’m not going to tell anyone.” You peeked over your shoulder at Dean, biting into your bottom lip, “it is hot to know though.”

Dean smirked at your comment and leaned back against the couch, his arm going up and over the back. “You think so, huh? What makes the thought of us, a couple of brothers fucking, turn you on?”

Releasing Sam’s knee, you leaned forward, setting your almost empty glass on the wood coffee table and settled back between the brothers, your hands rubbing along the denim over your thighs. “Where do I even fucking start! You’re both gorgeous, and I’d give my left tit to fuck just one of you. But the thought of your plump lips wrapped around that bulge in Sam’s jeans, his massive hands tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat. Or Sam’s ass in the air, cheeks spread by those long fingers of his while you sink your thick cock into him over and over again. Fuck, the thoughts alone leave my pussy wet and aching.”

Dean leaned in a little close, his hand coming up to lift your chin and tilt your face towards him. “Tell us, sweetheart, do you get off thinking about us? Do you make that ache in your pussy worse, fucking yourself with your fingers while thinking about the cum that leaks out of Sam’s tight hole after I’m done with him?”

Your breathing turned rapid as Dean brushed his lips against yours. “Yes,” you exhaled.

Movement on your other side tried to draw your attention but Dean’s lips were molding against your own, his pink tongue flicking at the seam of your lips until you let him in as Sam curled a hand around your thigh.

A hot breath caressed the curve of your ear, “do you want to join us tonight, Y/N? Stay the night and be filled for Christmas?” Sam’s words were like pure sin in your ear and you moaned into Dean’s mouth as hands started moving across your body.

Deft fingers popped buttons and tugged open clothing, a large hand moving to pull the cup of your bra down to palm at your breast while another snaked into your open jeans, tapping against your clit through wet panties.

It was a blur as Dean's lips on yours became Sam's, his kiss more forceful as he dominated your mouth. Dean's own lips find purchase on your neck, sucking the sensitive skin there while his fingers flicked open your bra.

The hand in your pants rubbed against the wet fabric, your clit throbbing as Sam built you up to almost your breaking point before stopping and pulling away.

He stood from the sofa, offering you a hand which you took rising slowly until you stood at his side. From behind you, Dean grabbed the waist of your undone jeans, pulling them and your wrecked knickers down until they pooled at your feet.

"Go lay on the bed, sweetheart." Dean's words, like a command, swept over you, and when you turned towards the bed it was only then that you realised it was the only one in the room.

"Not much use for two these days," Sam murmured beside you as his large hand came down on the small of your back, giving you a gentle nudge towards the already rumpled and dirty motel sheets.

You went willingly, climbing up along the center until you could rest your head among the dingy pillows.

With you perched and watching, Dean did what came naturally as he stepped up to Sam, shooting you a wink before pulling his baby brother down into a searing kiss.

Tongues tangled and groans of need filled the air as the brothers undressed one another in a synchronized dance they had perfected over the years. Large calloused hands caressing and squeezing as fabric hit the floor and revealed taut skin.

Your eyes were glued to their movements, your hands lightly touching your skin, along your thighs and between your legs, one hand dipping lower to tease your wet opening while the other made lazy circles around your swollen clit.

The squelching sound of your fingers plunging in and out of your drenched cunt drew the brothers attention, Sam, now gloriously exposed to you, stepped away from big brother to crawl up the end of the bed towards your dripping center.

“Such a pretty pussy, it’s been awhile since I’ve tasted that sweetness. Can I taste you, Y/N?” Sam asked, a hunger in his lust blown kaleidoscope eyes.

“Fuck, yes please,” you mewled, withdrawing your hands from your core to clench at the off white sheets below you.

A sly grin rolled around Sam’s lips before he leaned forward, licking a hungry strip between your swollen lips. His tongue wrapping around your clit, pressing hard before moving down to lick at your entrance.

“How’s she taste, Sammy?”

Your heavy lids raised to look over at the eldest Wincester as he stood at the end of the bed, his thick cock in hand as he lazily stroked himself from base to tip.

“So fucking good,” Sam groaned into your cunt, his words adding vibrations to your pulsating clit making tingles of pleasure shoot down all the way to your toes.

Dean stopped touching himself and leaned over to a get something from a duffle bag that was on the floor, a bottle of lube popping free from a zippered front pouch.

“That’s good, Sammy. Keep licking that sweet, tight pussy. Get her nice and ready to take your huge dick.” Dean clicked open the lid to the lube, slicking his fingers as he stepped closer to Sam kneeling between your thighs. “It’s been a couple years since I’ve let Sammy have someone’s cunt wrapped around his beautiful cock. It’s been all mine since he came back out on the road with me.”

Dean stopped talking and your pussy clenched around Sam’s tongue as Dean held Sam’s left ass cheek open so he could smear the thick wetness on his digits over the taut opening of Sam’s asshole. Slowly, Dean sank a finger in, letting the tight rim of his baby brother’s hole stretch to let him in.

“Finger that pussy open while I get you ready, Sammy.”

With a whimper Sam obliged, inserting first one and then two fingers into your greedy cunt, rocking them in and out slowly, matching the pace of the fingers in his own ass.

Desire wracked your body, clit pulsing as your cunt squeezed around Sam’s fingers, his lips and tongue focusing all their attention on your sensitive nub.

“Make her cum, Sammy. Cum all over his fingers and tongue, Y/N. He’s fucking starving for you to flood his mouth with your juices. Come on, sweetheart. Cum for us.”

Dean’s words as he scissored his fingers inside Sam, sent a spark of white hot pleasure through your body, your toes curling and a wail of delight exhaling from your lungs as you came, Sam lapping happily as you soaked his digits.

“That a girl,” Dean praised.

You came down slowly, Sam slipping his hand free as he cleaned you with his tongue before crawling up your body, Dean withdrawing as well to coat his hard cock in lube.

“Think you’re ready for me, darling?” Sam asked, his mouth taking possession of yours without letting you answer as his thick cockhead rest against your cunt lips.

You moaned against the flavor of pussy that was sparking on your tongue as Sam licked into your mouth.

“I think she’s ready, Sammy. Fuck her, hard. Get her nice and stretched by that fat cock before I start getting antsy and start fucking you.”

Sam’s lips left yours as he sat back just enough to see between your bodies and ran his flared cockhead down between your folds, your clit jumping from overstimulation as he rubbed back and forth before dragging down to your opening.

“Dean’s so impatient sometimes,” Sam murmured as he slowly sank his tip into you. The wide head stretched you open further than his fingers had as a pleasurable burn rippled through your core.

Your eyes fluttered shut as Sam pushed his way into your body, settling to let you adjust as he rained kisses over your chest his lips, tongue and teeth greeting your neglected nipples for the first time tonight.

Sam hummed to himself as he ravaged your chest before pulling away with an audible pop to look at you. “Y/N?”  He waited until your eyes opened to continue. “I’m gonna start moving now. If that’s alright.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please fucking move before I fucking explode. Need you to fuck me with that huge cock, Sam.”

Dean barked a laugh, “she’s desperate for it, baby brother. Give it to her.”

Sam smiled that boyish grin of his before pulling his hips back and slamming back in. Knocking the air from your lungs as he started pounding in and out of your dripping core. His cheeks starting to redden with the exertion as sweat beaded along his skin, your arms reaching up to pull him in closer, lips searching out his as your nails dug into his thick shoulders.

Pleasure coursed through your core being stretched and stuffed full like you’d never been before flooding your brain with endorphins. Ragged breaths fell from your lips, mirrored by Sam’s own until Dean stepped forward and laid a solitary hand on the small of Sam’s back, just above the curve of his plump ass.

“Hold on for a second, Sammy,” he whispered, resting a knee on the mattress as he pulled his hand down over the curve to hold Sam open again.

Sam’s eyes were on yours as he breathed slowly above you, his bottom lip drawn up between his teeth in anticipation of what was coming next.

You smoothed your left hand down his sweaty back, until you reached his buttocks, grabbing a handful before pulling the other side open for his big brother. “Fuck him, Dean.”

“Fuck,” Dean breathed, his head lolling forward, his eyes shutting briefly at your words as he thumbed his flared tip down and slowly pushed at Sam’s rim.

The brother gave a grunt in unison, and you couldn’t help clenching around Sam’s throbbing erection still inside you.

“Please don’t do that, Y/N. I’ll fucking cum and I don’t wanna ruin this,” Sam groaned, his voice strained as Dean settled deep inside him.

“Sorry,” you giggled before having it punched out of you by Dean as he thrust forward into Sam as hard as he could, sending his baby brother deeper inside you until his cock rest against your cervix.

“Holy fuck,” you yelped in pleasurable surprise.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” Dean said just as he started pumping over and over into Sam, sending the younger Winchester into a rhythm that let him fuck you in turn just as hard.

Grunts, groans, whimpers and mewls of pleasure filled the motel space. Outside the air was freezing, but inside it was hot and smelled of sex; dripping wet cunt, sweat, and lubricant.

“I can’t, Dean. I’m gonna fucking cum.” Sam whined as Dean hammered into his prostate and your pussy fluttered around him, your own orgasm building quickly.

“Try, Sammy. Want us all to cum together.”

But he couldn’t do it. The stimulation rippling through his body, your wet pussy squeezing him tight and Dean rocking into him hard enough for the headboard to be hitting the wall was just too much. Sam ducked his head into your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin as a dull roar left his lips. His cock pulsed against your walls, filling you to the brim with his cum.

The squelch of his white mess dripped out around his cock and onto the bed as the three of you kept moving, Dean using all he had to stave off his release in favor of yours.

“Gonna cum on that dick, Y/N? Squeeze out any bit of cum my sweet baby brother’s got left?”

The rasp of Dean’s words traveled straight to your clit, as did Sam’s fingers and your world exploded into a world of bright white, blood rushing to your ears and leaving you deaf as Dean too grunted out he was gonna cum.

The three of you were a bunch of tangled and sweaty limbs, each panting and covered in each other's white, sticky juices.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” Dean announced as he pulled out and dropped onto his back beside you on the bed.

A whimper at the loss leaving Sam’s pink lips as he too untangled himself from your core and laid on the vacant side of you.

Cum dripped between your thighs and out of Sam’s asshole onto the motel’s grimy off white sheets, leaving them a little dirtier after witnessing your Christmas sins.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” Sam sighed before promptly falling asleep, exhaustion taking over as you giggled between the brother’s.

Christmas as a hunter was rough, but this one had turned out to be the best one yet.

#wincest x reader #dean x reader x sam #Sam x Reader x Dean #spnsecretsantaficexchange #wincest for ts #lwcpwrites

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GOOD MORNING

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