Drabbletag 6 - Supernatural, Any!Angel/Any!Demon/Any!Hunter, Threesome
Title: Redheads
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Abaddon/Anna/Charlie
Prompt: Threesome
Word Count: 250
Rating: R
She's winning no prizes for 'hunter of the year', today. Because, what kind of hunter meets an attractive demon, and ends up going to bed with her? Charlie might be fairly new at this, but she's also pretty sure that you can't exorcize a demon via orgasm. No matter how many times she tries. And, no matter how many times, in return, Abaddon makes her melt and quake and utter strings of oh god.
"God has nothing to do with it." Abaddon smirks, and runs that hot, hypnotizing tongue in another skilled sweep.
"Don't be so sure of that," the third party here, Anna, remarks - lifting her head to lock eyes with the demon. Abaddon glares back.
It vaguely occurs to Charlie that she's literally got an angel and a demon on each shoulder, right now.
Well, a demon between her legs. And an angel at her shoulder - Anna's lips and teeth trailing up Charlie's neck, then grazing her ear, as she whispers the most un-angelic things she plans to do with her.
Anna's hand roams south, joining Abaddon's - like they're in some kind of competition to see who can get Charlie off the most. They probably are. The only thing that's certain, between the three of them, is that no one in any of their circles ever has to know about this.
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Abaddon/Anna/Charlie
Prompt: Threesome
Word Count: 250
Rating: R
She's winning no prizes for 'hunter of the year', today. Because, what kind of hunter meets an attractive demon, and ends up going to bed with her? Charlie might be fairly new at this, but she's also pretty sure that you can't exorcize a demon via orgasm. No matter how many times she tries. And, no matter how many times, in return, Abaddon makes her melt and quake and utter strings of oh god.
"God has nothing to do with it." Abaddon smirks, and runs that hot, hypnotizing tongue in another skilled sweep.
"Don't be so sure of that," the third party here, Anna, remarks - lifting her head to lock eyes with the demon. Abaddon glares back.
It vaguely occurs to Charlie that she's literally got an angel and a demon on each shoulder, right now.
Well, a demon between her legs. And an angel at her shoulder - Anna's lips and teeth trailing up Charlie's neck, then grazing her ear, as she whispers the most un-angelic things she plans to do with her.
Anna's hand roams south, joining Abaddon's - like they're in some kind of competition to see who can get Charlie off the most. They probably are. The only thing that's certain, between the three of them, is that no one in any of their circles ever has to know about this.