The worst part is I know people are reading. You can’t even take the time to say, hey thanks for the 15 minutes of free entertainment? Call me selfish, egotistical, whatever…I dont care. That was three months of my life. I agonized over it and for what? Nothing. Damn it, if you get to the end of the page leave some love. Because creating is hard, and most people do it for free in what little spare time they have. So show some support.
Question for everyone.. How do we all know so much about smut and lemon to write it in such detail? Did we all watch porn at one point or something? I MEAN COME ON GUYS, WHERE IS ALL THIS KNOWLEDGE COMING FROM?? DO I EVEN NEED TO GIVE AN EXAMPLE OF HOW FAR PEOPLE GO WITH SMUT? HOT DAMN, GUYS. THAT DETAIL THO.
Request: Smut where you’re at a dinner party with Jake and he’s all in uniform and he’s got his hair all slicked back nice and omg so like he starts touching you under the table as you’re eating and he fingers you and lex is across the table but he never notices- Anon
“Do I look good?” Your heels click on the wood floors loudly as you walk into the living room. Your dress, dark blue, gold, and silver flowed around your legs as you walked. Jake whistled as you walked up to him.
It was a dinner to see away one of Atlanta’s best cops to retirement. All fancy and all the cops wore their uniform, including your fiancee, Jake. He smiles when you kiss him quickly as you pull your purse over your shoulder.
“If we don’t leave now I might not go at all.” Jake says and you smile, rolling your eyes and taking his hand.
“Good thing we’re leaving now.” You pull him out of the house and turn around to lock the door.
Jake drives, you stare at him or out the window, but mostly at him.
“Why are you staring?” He turns a corner.
“I can’t help it, you look hot with your hair back like that.” He parks the car behind Lex’s and gets out. You walk around the car and grab his hand again as you walk into the restaurant everyone had pitched in to rent out for Joe.
“We should sit.” You whisper as you look around at the tables.
“We should.” He whispers back and looks around until he find Lex and Jana, sitting at a table in the corner.
“Hey, guys.” You sit down across from them, your back to a booth and a large window.
“Hey, you two.” Jana says and the waiter comes over to take your order.
Once the waiter leaves you all start talking, going from topic to topic every five minutes with a steady supply of wine and beer. You all laugh and joke for the better part of an hour before your food arrives. The food make you all stop talking. But, Jake eats incredibly quickly, it’s amazing really, and his hand falls to your thigh. It wasn’t an uncommon gesture, his hand on your keen or thigh but something about it felt different. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the restaurant, but something was definitely off.
Turns out you were right because when Jake’s large hand squeezes your thigh, you nearly choke on your food but pass it off as a cough. You take a sip of water and apologize to the people at your table as you put your hand on Jake’s wrist, making it appear as though you were holding hands and he wasn’t digging his hands under your underwear.
You blush but the cold air conditioning above your table keeps your face from getting too hot and the music running through the speaker right next to the air conditioner keeps the obscene noises from reaching Lex or Jana’s ears. His fingers find your clit, rubbing small and slow circles and talking to Lex like nothing was going on, at all.
“Oh, y/n’s got a great story of her friend, tell them.” Jake motions to Jana and Lex
You swallow and take another sip of the champagne that just arrived.
“Okay so, me and my friend a few years back, with our newly acquired licenses and her new car decided to drive to the beach. A recipe for disaster.” Lex nods, a smile on his lips as they listen to you and your legs tighten around Jake’s hand.
“We were going down the interstate, and guess what we see in the rearview mirror? Lights. Red and blue flashing lights and my first thought was Joe. So I look at the dash and see that i’m not going over the speed limit and I know that Joe has decided to pull the prank of the century and pull us over. My friend, is shaking, so close to crying in the passenger seat and Joe let me tell you about Joe-” You cut yourself off, pausing to dig your heels into the ground as Lex and Jana laugh.
“Joe walks up to the car, hands on the front of his belt, walking like he was the most badass cop to ever live and I roll my eyes while I roll the window. He puffs his chest out and goes “License and registration.” and my friend reaches for the glove box and I duck my head down to look at him and say ‘Hey Joe, how’s the kids?’ and my friend looks at me like I have gone mental.” They laugh and you sigh, rolling your hips into Jake’s fingers. You shoot a look to Jake and he lifts his eyebrows and pulls his hand out from under your dress and wipes them on your thigh making you feel just how wet you were.
The party ends a few hours later and you sit in Jake’s car in silence. You cross your arms and stare at the window, mad and frustrated.
“Oh come on, you can’t be that mad.” His hand rests on your knee but you continue to stare out the window.
“Don’t pout, you’ll get whatever you want when we get home.” Jake says and you place your hand over his, holding it gently.
“Whatever I want?” You ask and he smirks.
“Whatever you want.” He agrees and you lean over, kissing just below his ear.
“I think I know just what I want.” You whisper and lean back against the seat, leaving him smirking and driving home.
Once you get in the door and you get you shoes off, you start kissing. His hands pull you closer to him while your own start to undo the buttons on his shirt. Your dress crumbles on the floor around your ankles and his pants follow as his hands grab at soft flesh and your own tangle in his hair.
“What do you want?” He pulls away, breathless as his boxers follow after his pants and you push him to fall on the couch.
“Oh, so that’s what you want, huh?” You nod and bite your lip as you straddle his thighs.
“That’s what I want.” You kiss him, cupping his cheeks in your hands over his cheeks as his slide to your hips.
“Fuck, y/n.” He tilts his head back as you grind onto him. You lean down, marking up and down his neck until you’re satisfied with your artwork.
“Oh, fuck.” You moan when you slowly sink down onto him. He tosses his head back and thrusts his hips just a little. You cry out and grip at his muscular shoulders like they are all you have left.
You start moving first, up and down, up and down, a repeating motion that makes him meet your thrusts halfway and moan loudly. You arch your back and he hits a new angle inside of you that has you scratching at his shoulders and nearly screaming as he pulls you down onto him. You bring your hand down to rub your clit, desperate for relief as you stare at Jake every chance you get.
He’s looking between your bodies, eyebrows creased, and mouth open as his fingers leave bruises from how hard they are holding you. You moan his name and he attaches his mouth to your neck, creating his own intricate artwork there as you tangle your hand in his hair and cry out for him once again.
“You’re so hot when you do that.” Jake growls just below your ear. You gasp and push down onto him when he stills his hips.
“Jake, Jake, c’mon, please.” You chase your orgasm as fast as you can, moving your hips and rubbing your clit.
“You know, I could tell you were turned on the moment after I stepped out of the closet for the party… You got a thing for a man in uniform, don’t you, sweetheart?” You nod frantically as Jake whispers in your ear.
“Yeah, I do.” You blush and he sighs, sitting back and starting to help you move again.
“Fuck, yeah, Jake. Fuck.” You curse as heat settles in your belly and slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure of an oncoming orgasm approaches you.
“Just like that.” Jake groans and his head falls onto the back of the couch as you completely still, incapable of movement, as your orgasm takes its hold and rolls over you in euphoric waves.
Jake follows swiftly behind, pulling out in the last second to cum over your stomach as you pant loudly and come down from your own orgasm. You lay down for a second before he gets up with a groan, puts his boxers on, walks into the kitchen, and comes out with a wet paper towel. You smile tiredly at him and run a hand through his sweaty hair as you pull your underwear back up your legs. He smiles back.
“I love you.” You mutter as he picks up the TV remote and sits beside you.
“I love you too.” You lean your head on his shoulder and sigh.
Finally! Plzzzz hook sista up with some Marvel type superhero aus or anything like that! U gurls rock <3<3<3
Don’t worry girl, we got you covered! Superhero AUs are my go to fics when I want something fun to read + I have a major thing for reporter Dean and his adventures with avenging hero Cas. The only thing I’m missing from this list are some good Batman type of Au’s. I need Cas to be the stoic and socially awkward Bruce Wayne, he even has the voice and all to be the perfect Batman… So if any of you dear readers know great Batman au fics, please send links to our submit box HERE! And oce again, the same rule: no asks, only fics you submit us to read. We will delete all the asks coming into the submit box. – Admin A
Title: Vigilantes Shouldn’t Wear So Much Leather
Words: 24,403 – Unfinished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin J’s notes: HA! I had to add something here so that you people will know I’m still alive. You like Arrow? I do, and this fic reminds me of the show so much! The only bad thing in it is that it’s unfinished and I doubt it will ever be finished. It should be illegal not to finish fics, you know?
Summary: Dean lives a secret double life as the vigilante crime-fighter, Hunter. Castiel is the detective leading the task force dedicated to catching him.
Admin A’s notes: This fic is fantastic. I’m more of a serious angst type of a reader but I have to admit that superhero au is kind of my go-to tag when I want to read something fun and exciting.
Summary: Dean’s life in the Edge City PD is going swimmingly: There’s a masked vigilante prowling his rooftops and nursing a crush on him; a serial murderer who’s too damn smart for his own good; his partner is so new she still smells like Academy polish, and he can’t quite work up the nerve to ask out the coffee guy across the road.
Admin A’s notes: Not sure what to make of the awkward smut scenes (aka the whole fic)… I don’t know guys, it might be that I’m having a bad day but for some reason I’m not feeling this fic at all. It’s not the worst, but it ain’t that good either. But I’m reccing it anyway since it is a superhero au!
Summary: Dean is a superhero that no one messes with, but he may be bad ass and have kick ass super powers. It’s definitely because of the big scary protector he always has looming over him.
Admin A’s notes: Continuing in the superman themed AUs here… I think I’m being totally biased as I rate these fics but the setting just clicks with me and Cas makes such a wonderful superhero!
Summary: Crack reporter Dean Winchester should really be more careful about what he publishes, but we all know that isn’t going to happen. Lawrence City’s most mysterious super hero tries to persuade him…
Admin A’s notes: Epic mix of supernatural and superheroes. I’m usually a strictly AU reader but I totally loved the way the au and canon came together in this fic, it was simply brilliant. Also I loved how the author balanced the humor with hints of angst, giving the story a more realistic feeling. I think I need to re-read this because it’s been a while…
Summary: Castiel Novak’s life is average until the day he wakes up with superpowers. Soon after he meets Dean Winchester, an investigative reporter with a knack for getting himself into trouble.
Admin A’s notes: Okay, so this is technically not a superhero au, BUT Cas is wearing a spiderman costume!!! I love this. It’s fluffy and cute and damn I need a second part where smut happens…
Summary: Dean Winchester loved working at the children’s hospital as a technician but he never paid much attention to the people that would volunteer to entertain the children until one day he finds himself caught up in one superhero’s web.
Admin A’s notes: It’s been such a long time since I read this one and I still remember hating it at the beginning, but as I read on, I quickly became engaged by the witty humor and the sometimes downright absurdity of the fic. I loved Cas’s character even though at times I felt like he diverged from his original character on SPN. I’m not sure if my opinion of this fic has grown sweeter in time, but I’m sticking with my high rating for now :’D
Summary: Being a masked vigilante is difficult enough when you’ve got petty thieves, drug dealers and a day job as a photojournalist to deal with (not to mention trying to keep your little brother alive so his wife doesn’t skin you). The last thing Dean Winchester needs is for his city to become the battlefield for an apocalyptic showdown between the forces of Heaven and Hell. But, like it or not, he’s being (literally) swept off his feet by an angel and thrown into the middle of a war he’s not ready for. Featuring superheroes, leather pants, secret identities, and Dean’s weird new coworker - Jimmy - who never seems to write any articles and won’t stop staring at him.
Admin A’s notes: This was just okay for me. I liked the writing style but at the same time I kind of grew bored with it after just a few paragraphs… Though, I was reading it by the wee hours of the night, so that could be the reason why :’D
Summary: In this exciting issue we cast our eyes on the mysterious metropolis of Lawrence City, and its two valiant protectors, strangers from another world striving to save the helpless citizens from the most dire threats imaginable! As threats mount from without and within, can these two unlikely partners overcome their differences in time to defeat the deadliest enemy they’ve ever faced? Or in a world where smoke can dress itself in human skin, can this tale that can only end in tragedy? Face Front, True Believers, and find out!
sitting on your sofa typing an essay for university, missing calum and feeling extremely alone since he’s away on tour. and you are onto one of your main paragraphs and the doorbell rings and you groan for like fifteen whole seconds before getting up and looking through the peephole of your apartment door and standing outside is rosy cheeked, bright eyed, calum smiling to himself because the love of his life is standing on the opposite side of the door and you unlock it so fast and swing open the door, awestruck, not believing that he was home. and then he hurries inside and envelopes you in a huge hug, a wave of his smell washing over you and you can’t explain the smell but all it is and the only way you can explain it is, “calum,” and finally you feel at peace and at home with his big strong arms holding you so tight to his chest, with his face buried in the top of your hair, and you wish you could freeze this moment and time forever.