It may be petty but responding to g.o.d’s comments has become the highlight of posting kakasaku fics for me. She may never read them but I hope others do and take heart from how very little this washed up troll bothers me.
Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure,
uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied
Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings:FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to
name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll
name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos
of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk,
copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and
vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all
up :) a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!
The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by
Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been
compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in
pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that
been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when
Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up
pulling up the messages between you and Sam.
The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.
TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.
Paris lay in ruins.
Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.
He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes
ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that
went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour
turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments
were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth
regretted releasing a power like that into the world.
The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was
granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was
his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever
Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so
cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action
and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely
Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask
wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.
In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new
plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There
were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was
preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.