2 Ficlets
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Prompt: Dirty Talk
Author: madwriter223
Rating: R
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: None
Warnings:Dark and disturbing imaginery, swearing
Author's Note: A word of explanation: I always figured demons wouldn't go for normal dirty talk, so this is pretty disturbing. Don't like, don't read, you have been warned.
Dirty Talk
“How's that, then? Can't get out of that, can you? That's because those are specially warded cuffs. Warded especially against you. Can't do shit now, huh?
“I could do anything to you now. I could whip you till you're nothing more than a bloody mess of bruises. I could beat you black and blue, cut you open. I could rip off your clothes, and fuck you. No lube, no preparations, just my cock spearing into that tight hole of yours, forcing it open.
“And I bet you would like that, huh? Me taking that greedy ass of yours, riding it slow and hard and bloody. Cause I sure as Hell would take my time.
“By the time I'd be done, you'd be covered in blood and my spunk and begging me to let you cum.
“So what do you think I should do then?”
Breathlessly. “Fuck me now.”
“Don't mind if I do.”
Prompt: Author's Choice: Talent
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG (some fluff after the previous part)
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Talent
“Yo, Bobby! Where'd you get this?”
“I don't recall giving you permission to eat me out of house and home.”
“It's just one apple pie. Delicious apple pie.” Dean took another bite, nearly moaning at the heavenly taste. “D'you make it?”
“Nope.” Bobby waited for Dean to swallow, and lift his fork again before continuing. “Crowley did.”
Dean froze, eyes wide as he stared at his full fork. His mind screamed at him Pie made by a demon, pie made by a demon!! over and over.
Eventually, the 'pie' part of that sentence won out, and he took another bite, consequences be damned.
Damn good pie.
Prompt: Dirty Talk
Author: madwriter223
Rating: R
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: None
Warnings:Dark and disturbing imaginery, swearing
Author's Note: A word of explanation: I always figured demons wouldn't go for normal dirty talk, so this is pretty disturbing. Don't like, don't read, you have been warned.
Dirty Talk
“How's that, then? Can't get out of that, can you? That's because those are specially warded cuffs. Warded especially against you. Can't do shit now, huh?
“I could do anything to you now. I could whip you till you're nothing more than a bloody mess of bruises. I could beat you black and blue, cut you open. I could rip off your clothes, and fuck you. No lube, no preparations, just my cock spearing into that tight hole of yours, forcing it open.
“And I bet you would like that, huh? Me taking that greedy ass of yours, riding it slow and hard and bloody. Cause I sure as Hell would take my time.
“By the time I'd be done, you'd be covered in blood and my spunk and begging me to let you cum.
“So what do you think I should do then?”
Breathlessly. “Fuck me now.”
“Don't mind if I do.”
Prompt: Author's Choice: Talent
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG (some fluff after the previous part)
Pairing: Bobby/Crowley
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Talent
“Yo, Bobby! Where'd you get this?”
“I don't recall giving you permission to eat me out of house and home.”
“It's just one apple pie. Delicious apple pie.” Dean took another bite, nearly moaning at the heavenly taste. “D'you make it?”
“Nope.” Bobby waited for Dean to swallow, and lift his fork again before continuing. “Crowley did.”
Dean froze, eyes wide as he stared at his full fork. His mind screamed at him Pie made by a demon, pie made by a demon!! over and over.
Eventually, the 'pie' part of that sentence won out, and he took another bite, consequences be damned.
Damn good pie.