Because when I get angry I combat it with drabbles. I'm like a very ineffective, writing related Hulk.
Give me your kinks - mpreg, wingkink, size-kink, BDSM. You guys know the stuff I write.
Just make it safe, sane and consensual and you'll get a fic tomorrow.
Thor, Supernatural and for the first time ever Avengers Tony/Steve prompts accepted.
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Maybe Adam’s a bad person because the goal he gives Michael isn’t one any else is thinking of giving their private, personal angel Adam’s pretty certain.
(Apart from Dean but Dean has Castiel and they have a thing.)
“Get on your knees and suck me.” He tells Michael and Michael looks so happy to get a direct order to follow. Adam collapses back into a chair, spreading his legs and undoing his fly. He’s already so hard because he’s been fantasying about Michael for months. What Michael would do to him, how Michael would do it to him and he thought he’d been sending out all the right signals but apparently Michael needs to be told absolutely what Adam wants. All that flirting and time wasted teasing when Adam could have just said ‘fuck me’ and Michael would have been in his bed. There’s something to be said for the direct approach after all.
Michael touches his cock reverentially, like it’s something to be cherished and Adam could get used to this. He likes it even more when Michael’s mouth is on him, sucking him and Michael takes his time, uses his tongue to stroke over every inch of Adam’s cock so he knows it intimately. Adam is going mad slowly, it’s like delicious torture and he knows Michael catalogues every sound he makes, every time he presses his tongue to the underside of Adam’s cock and Adam jerks his hips forward, trying to fuck his mouth. Michael is going to be excellent at sucking cock once he’s learned everything Adam likes but he’s pretty perfect now.
“Yeah.” Adam gasps, petting Michael’s hair. “Okay, make me come.”
And Michael does. He sucks him down, swallowing Adam’s cock and moans around it and Adam just sees stars. He grips the chair arms so hard because otherwise he thinks Michael is just going to drink him dry and there’ll be nothing left of him. When he stops soaring Michael is waiting there patiently in front of him, waiting for his reward.
“So good.” Adam murmurs, reaching out to pull Michael to him. “Now kiss me and do that again.”
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/brb melting into happy go on the floor.
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Adam, I daresay there are more angel owners out there with less qualms about the win-win of having their angels give exactly what they want.
Waste not, want not, Adam. ♥
But I think Michael may need more instruction - in explicit detail.
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He does!
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