Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, homoerotic suburban spanking

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Star Trek: AOS, Spock (/James T. Kirk), sexy alien masturbation

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, gay canadian LARPing

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Supernatural, Jo Harvelle/Meg Masters, soulful southern femslash

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Young Avengers, Kate Bishop/Noh-Varr, intergalactic oral

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tigriswolf

Marvel movies, author's choice, Bucky Barnes is so tragic

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tigriswolf

Teen Wolf (TV), nogitsune, i reject canon's shadowfox and substitute my own

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, living well may be the best revenge but cold-blooded&calculated murder work pretty well too

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Sammy screams and thrashes through the exam. John struggles to comfort his distraught son while the doctors attempt an examination. The little boy wails as the doctors try to gather evidence of the crime, sticky red blood stains his inner thighs, but Sammy claws at the doctor’s like a feral beast. Eventually they leave the room, hoping John can calm Sam enough so they may finish the exam.

Sammy cries and clings to his father as John gently cradles his hurt boy, his fingers gently brushing through Sammy’s hair. “Where is Dean?! I want Dean! I want my big brother!” Sammy sobs into his father’s chest, and John believes his boy can hear his heart break as John hugs him tightly.

John cannot cry even as Sammy’s sobs break his heart, he feels too much rage in his soul. He is grateful Dean is not here because if he were that would mean John would have to take care of the situation and right now his baby boy needs him more than the monsters need put down. He told Dean to stay home, yet Dean disrobed him; Bobby called in a panic to tell John that the enraged boy had snuck out.

John was certain his son was seeking revenge as he held Sammy in his arms. The doctors managed to perform their exam and gather evidence of the crime; John knew it was all in vain—the man was likely dead by now. The doctor’s gave Sammy a sedative afterwards and the boy slipped off to sleep, unknowing that as the darkness took him, his big brother was taking the life of the man who hurt him.

Sammy woke a little while later, groggy and fuzzy headed, fearful, yet gentle arms hugged him close, and he knew he was in Dean’s arms. His big brother had returned to him, and Sammy snuggled up snug and tight with Dean.

“It’s alright, Sammy,” Dean spoke softly, pressing a loving kiss to his little brother’s forehead. “The bad man is dead now. You are safe, no one will never hurt you again.”

Sammy yawns sleepily and hugs Dean, nuzzling Dean’s chest and allowing the dream world to take him. He would come to know the truth in the coming days, how his big brother killed his rapist.

The first monster Dean ever killed was horrifically human.

♥ END ♥

Re: FILL: SPN, Implied non-con, angst, hurt/comfort

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tigriswolf - Date: 2020-04-26 06:17 pm (UTC) - Expand

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, morals are a thing we don't have

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Dean knew Sammy would draw them in like a moth to a flame. Young and innocent, with his soft pink lips and adorably dimples and his big brown puppy dog eyes, Sammy was too pretty not to be noticed. The minute he ventured in the bar, the type of sleazy, seedy den filled with everything from drug addicts to pedophile to murders, he was the center of attention.

The men in the bar are eager to touch Sammy; their cock throbbing fat and juicy, and plump, leaking like a busted pipe in the pants. The sick fucks lack morals, uncaring that Sammy is sweet thirteen. They move in like a pack if wolves, eager for tge chance to take the boy home—their minds thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts.

Dean in the bar hustling a game of pool with a few men while Sammy draws another man outside behind the bar. Dean wins the game and pockets the wad of cash, a cocky grin on his face as he palms the knife in his jacket pocket. By the time he gets outside, Sammy has distracted the guy, he slips to his knees, hand on the mans zipper, pretty mouth ready to accept a thick, hard cock.

The guy never saw Dean coming; he gags and gasps for air as blood gushes down his slit throat. Sammy giggles and steals the guys wallet as the man flops on the ground, choking on his blood. By the time the man takes his last breath, Sammy slides closer to dean as his brother fires up Babby, pawing at Deans cock through his jeans as they race our of town as if the devil is chasing them.

(end)

Re: Fill; Spn, Evil Blood

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tigriswolf - Date: 2020-10-28 07:51 pm (UTC) - Expand

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

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any, any/any, inexperienced southern sexytimes

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any, any/any, assassin cuddling

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It's late, the space heater has broken down, and the Sanctuary is freezing. Desmond is too tired for another session in the Animus, but the rate at which he's shivering under his thin blanket is keeping him awake. Across the room, he can see Shaun silhouetted against his computer screen, twitching every now and then as he studiously avoids prolonged shivering. Rebecca and Lucy are huddled next to the malfunctioning heater as if it's mere presence will somehow warm them up anyway.

“I have an idea,” Desmond says into the silence and pauses when three pairs of eyes turn toward him.

“You're supposed to be sleeping,” Lucy scolds him mildly. “You need your strength.”

“None of us can sleep when we're freezing to death,” he volleys back. “But you two seem to have the right idea. If we sleep together – I mean, just next to each other – we can share body heat. Then one of us can go into town in the morning and pick up a new heater.”

The women give him a considering look, but Shaun instantly insists, “I am not cuddling with you three. Assassins do not cuddle.”

“Assassins are no good when their fingers are numb,” Rebecca quips, standing up and gathering her blanket before helping Lucy to her feet. She shoots a look at their resident historian. “How many typos have you made in the last five minutes?”

Shaun glares as she laughs. Desmond rolls over and makes room. Lucy and Rebecca take places next to him on the ground, Lucy in the middle. Surprisingly enough, it's not at all awkward. It's more like a dog pile of siblings or childhood friends than anything. The three of them all fix Shaun with rather impressive puppy-dog eyes.

“You're not doing us any good shivering over there,” Lucy reasons.

“Someone needs to keep watch.”

“You can do that from over here,” Desmond says.

Shaun holds back for another long moment before throwing up his hands. “Oh, you three aren't going to let this go, are you? Fine!” He stalks over and plops down to sit back to back with Desmond; the newest Assassin can feel the heat of him through his blanket. “I'm staying right here. This doesn't count as cuddling.”

Refusing to let him have the last word, Desmond rolls over again and wraps his arms around the other man's waist, toppling him with an undignified squawk that makes them all burst into laughter.

Re: Fill: Assassin's Creed; Desmond, Shaun, Lucy, and Rebecca

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, sappy recovery cuddling

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Supergirl (TV), Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, sexy danger femslash

Edited Date: 2017-07-28 02:43 pm (UTC)

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Harry Potter, Kingsley Shacklebolt/Percy Weasley, office love story

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Teen Wolf, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski or Derek Hale/Danny Mahealani or Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Danny Mahealani, accidental werewolf cuddling

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jdl71.livejournal.com

Stiles trailed after Derek as he ran through the woods. He'd picked up an unfamiliar sent in his wolf form and took off in search of its origins. Knowing he was slower on two legs than four, Stiles sighed and followed after the wolf. Knowing he'd never keep up with Derek, he hoped he'd at least not lose him. He really didn't need to worry. Every once in a while, Derek would turn back to track Stiles' movement. He'd sit on his hindquarters, tongue lolling to one side. If he took too long, Derek would yip at him as if to say, get a move on.

As he neared, Derek would take off in search of the scent. These were the times Stiles wondered why having a werewolf as a boyfriend was such a good idea. To Stiles, he was the only "normal" one in the bunch and that was saying something. So, sure, lets hook up with a supernatural being. Might not have been the smartest idea he ever had. But, they enjoyed each others company and in Beacon Hill stranger things had happened.

He watched as Derek cleared the trees and made his way up the small hill in front of them. A smile crept over Stiles' lips. Derek stooped and looked back at him and then took a few tentative steps forward. As Stiles caught up, he heard soft whining coming from the wolf. The wolf eyed him with suspicion and Stiles laughed at him. "Come on, don't tell me you've never seen a picnic spread."

Together, they walked to a blanket that had been laid out over the grass. One corner was set up with a picnic basket and another with a few pillows for comfort. Derek nosed at the basket and then looked at Stiles. "I wanted us to have a night to ourselves, even though it's a full moon. So, I did this. You'd get to run as your wolf and then we'd have this." His hand swept over what lay before them.

Derek made his way back to Stiles and nosed at his hand, wanting the comfort of Stiles stroking his head. A soft growl let Stiles know he was content with the fingers rubbing over his fur. Stiles sat down against the pillows and pulled the basket to him. Derek laid down over Stiles' legs. A sign of protection and caring. Stiles' fingers absently caressed the fur behind the wolf's ear as he pulled out the food.

Knowing that once Derek shifted, he'd stay in his wolf form until dawn, he'd made sure to pack food he could easily give him. Stiles set aside his sandwich and unwrapped the pieces of chicken for Derek. The wolf's head shot up at the sight and smell. Stiles took a piece and hand fed Derek. It sounded like Derek grumbled at the idea, but happily ate. This continued until the chicken was gone and Stiles ate his sandwich.

Pushing aside the basket, Stiles laid back against the pillows looking up at the stars. He felt movement next to him as Derek shifted his position. Derek moved from Stiles' legs to rest his head and paws on Stiles' chest. He moved slightly to run his tongue over Stiles' jaw before finally settling down. He kept one eye on Stiles until he brought his right arm over him and began to stroke at the fur. Stiles' left hand came to rest next to one of Derek's paws. When Stiles stopped, Derek nudged the hand next to his paw, urging Stiles to continue.

Stiles laughed again. Knowing that Derek wouldn't stop until he was he running his fingers through the fur, he obliged him. He heard Derek sigh and watched as he closed his eyes. Happy and fed they lay under the full moon. As a human couple this would have been so normal. But, Stiles figured his last life was anything but normal. Now he found himself cuddling Derek in his werewolf form. The cuddling was accidental at first, but they stayed that way until nearly dawn.

Edited Date: 2017-07-28 10:42 pm (UTC)

Re: Teen Wolf Derek/Stiles Cuddling

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Re: Teen Wolf Derek/Stiles Cuddling

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Re: Teen Wolf Derek/Stiles Cuddling

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Re: Teen Wolf Derek/Stiles Cuddling

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Any(/Any), Any Female Scientist/Any Female Scientist, sappy mathematical love story

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MCU, Steve Rogers/any, emotional all-american frottage

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Dream Daddy, any/any, brief suburban smut

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Briar and Hazel are at a friend's house, River is sleeping, and you and Craig have found your first chance to be alone in private since the camping trip, so of course you're in the bedroom. Your friend and lover writhes under you as you lavish his cock with attention, one hand fondling his balls just the way he likes. You hollow your cheeks and feel his body shake, pulling off and looking up to see him with his eyes squeezed closed, biting his fist to keep back his cries.

Grinning, you crawl up beside him, sliding one hand down to continue your administrations as you murmur in his ear, “Someday I'm going to make you scream for me again.” He gasps and jerks against you, and your smile widens as you go to pull his hand away and lean in to kiss him silly.

But just then, there's a cry from the next room. Craig groans in an entirely different way, flopping back on the bed. “River. Dammit.”

You kiss him chastely. “It's all right. It's not like she won't be sleeping again later.”

He pulls you back in for a deeper kiss, licking into your mouth greedily, before forcing himself to move away and swinging his legs off the bed. “I'm so looking forward to that.”

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Any, any, implied library

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The Adventure Zone, any, seriously intense wizard shenanigans

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