5 het drabbles from various fandoms
Firefly
Reverence
Jayne/Inara for evilmaniclaugh. 200 words.
He’s usually loud when he’s at it. Alone or in company, same difference. Can’t see much point in holding it in once he’s got something or someone working his dick. Hand, mouth, the tightness of a pussy… It all feels goddamn good, something his whole body appreciates, vocal cords included. So he grunts and groans and swears for all he’s worth until he finally comes, cursing up a streak. Sex should be heard, he figures. The louder the better.
Not with Inara though.
Sounds seem too obscene, too dirty for someone as fine as her. When he lies back, watching through slitted eyes as she rides him, graceful as a nymph, even his shallow breathing seems too loud. He bites his lower lip to keep the grunts from escaping, hands big and clumsy around her thin waist, the smell of his own sweat sordid and shameful. One small palm is pressed against his chest, her movements in rhythm with the rapid beating of his heart. When he sucks her nipples into his mouth they taste fresh like strawberries. Everything about her is clean and sweet and pure.
He feels blessed that she’ll give him this. And shameful for accepting it.
Supernatural
Payback's A Bitch
Demon!Dean/Ruby for evilmaniclaugh 200 words. Warnings for non-con.
First thing he smells when he crawls out of Hell is Sam. No more than a hundred miles away, his desperation vibrating the air, as tangible as raindrops. For a moment he hovers, feeling the pull of his need for Sam, the one thing that got him out, but right now there are more urgent things than Sam’s grief to deal with.
He turns north instead, following the scent of that treacherous bitch until he finds her holed up in a motel so sleazy even Dean wouldn’t have been caught dead there.
He wraps the fingers of his left hand around her throat, squeezing so tight she’d be dead if she needed to breathe. His right hand keeps her wrists easily pinned above her head despite her frantic struggle. He fucks her hard and fast. She bucks and writhers, cursing him with a choked up voice even as she’s coming, wet pussy clenching around him tighter than a whore like her should manage. Her head hits the floor - eyes open, their blackness replaced by surprise - before he’s even pulled out, and he throws the machete carelessly aside.
Now that’s taken care of, he has a brother to visit.
For the Very First Time
Sam/Jess, implied Sam/Dean for thehighwaywoman 100 words
Their first time is awkward to say the least. He doesn’t know where to put his hands and whatever he tries to grab on to it’s too hard, too rough, and he can almost feel bruises beginning to blossom under his fingertips.
“I’m sorry, sorry,” he stutters and pets her hair, getting his bracelet entangled and she flinches as he rips it loose. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Afterwards he lies staring up at the ceiling, silent and humiliated.
“Sam,” Jess finally asks. “Am… Am I your first?”
“Yeah,” he whispers, not really lying. After all, with Dean he always bottomed.
Violated
Sam/Meg (kinda), implied Sam/Dean for delphinapterus. 200 words. Warnings for non-con.
Sometimes he thinks he can still feel her, deep inside. Her smug laughter echoing in his chest, making it feel hollow and cold. Her hands, his hands, touching him against his will, so familiar and still so wrong.
She’d liked that, feeling him mentally struggle as she wrapped her fingers around his dick and jerked him off. Just like she’d done that time in the warehouse…
They’re back now, the nightmares about that, worse than before. He wakes up sweaty and panicked from dreams where they didn’t get loose and she… She…
His stomach turns.
He hates his fear almost as much as he hates his dick for betraying him, again.
“That’s ‘cause you liked it,” she whispers and laughs when he stumbles to the bathroom, only just reaching there in time. “You wanted it, Sam.”
“I didn’t!” he chokes out, too loud, waking Dean up.
“You okay in there, Sam?” he asks, wary. Has been ever since Sam got back, subdued and flinching from Dean’s touch.
“Yeah,” Sam says. “It’s nothing.”
“And to think if they hadn’t thrown me out, I’d have fucked him for you,” she purrs and he’s back to heaving, cock rock-hard between his legs.
Buffyverse
Pretty Woman
Angelus/Darla for ely_jan. Icon by bittersweet_art. 100 words
They’d been together for a year before he found out. A tossed out remark that made him see red, ripping the offenders head off before the last laugh left his throat. Wasn’t until he turned around and saw the amused look on her face that he realized it was true. She had been, was, a whore. A woman fallen.
He’d had his share of harlots in his days but this was different. This was his Sire, his… goddess.
That night he took her like the filth she was, hard and fast, fingers around her throat. She laughed as she came.
Yeah, I think I'll stick to slash. lol
delphinapterus, I had to hotlink the Sam/Meg icon because it wouldn't let me save it for some reason. Hope that's ok. Also I need the name of the maker if you have it.
Reverence
Jayne/Inara for evilmaniclaugh. 200 words.
He’s usually loud when he’s at it. Alone or in company, same difference. Can’t see much point in holding it in once he’s got something or someone working his dick. Hand, mouth, the tightness of a pussy… It all feels goddamn good, something his whole body appreciates, vocal cords included. So he grunts and groans and swears for all he’s worth until he finally comes, cursing up a streak. Sex should be heard, he figures. The louder the better.
Not with Inara though.
Sounds seem too obscene, too dirty for someone as fine as her. When he lies back, watching through slitted eyes as she rides him, graceful as a nymph, even his shallow breathing seems too loud. He bites his lower lip to keep the grunts from escaping, hands big and clumsy around her thin waist, the smell of his own sweat sordid and shameful. One small palm is pressed against his chest, her movements in rhythm with the rapid beating of his heart. When he sucks her nipples into his mouth they taste fresh like strawberries. Everything about her is clean and sweet and pure.
He feels blessed that she’ll give him this. And shameful for accepting it.
Supernatural
Payback's A Bitch
Demon!Dean/Ruby for evilmaniclaugh 200 words. Warnings for non-con.
First thing he smells when he crawls out of Hell is Sam. No more than a hundred miles away, his desperation vibrating the air, as tangible as raindrops. For a moment he hovers, feeling the pull of his need for Sam, the one thing that got him out, but right now there are more urgent things than Sam’s grief to deal with.
He turns north instead, following the scent of that treacherous bitch until he finds her holed up in a motel so sleazy even Dean wouldn’t have been caught dead there.
He wraps the fingers of his left hand around her throat, squeezing so tight she’d be dead if she needed to breathe. His right hand keeps her wrists easily pinned above her head despite her frantic struggle. He fucks her hard and fast. She bucks and writhers, cursing him with a choked up voice even as she’s coming, wet pussy clenching around him tighter than a whore like her should manage. Her head hits the floor - eyes open, their blackness replaced by surprise - before he’s even pulled out, and he throws the machete carelessly aside.
Now that’s taken care of, he has a brother to visit.
For the Very First Time
Sam/Jess, implied Sam/Dean for thehighwaywoman 100 words
Their first time is awkward to say the least. He doesn’t know where to put his hands and whatever he tries to grab on to it’s too hard, too rough, and he can almost feel bruises beginning to blossom under his fingertips.
“I’m sorry, sorry,” he stutters and pets her hair, getting his bracelet entangled and she flinches as he rips it loose. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Afterwards he lies staring up at the ceiling, silent and humiliated.
“Sam,” Jess finally asks. “Am… Am I your first?”
“Yeah,” he whispers, not really lying. After all, with Dean he always bottomed.
Violated
Sam/Meg (kinda), implied Sam/Dean for delphinapterus. 200 words. Warnings for non-con.
Sometimes he thinks he can still feel her, deep inside. Her smug laughter echoing in his chest, making it feel hollow and cold. Her hands, his hands, touching him against his will, so familiar and still so wrong.
She’d liked that, feeling him mentally struggle as she wrapped her fingers around his dick and jerked him off. Just like she’d done that time in the warehouse…
They’re back now, the nightmares about that, worse than before. He wakes up sweaty and panicked from dreams where they didn’t get loose and she… She…
His stomach turns.
He hates his fear almost as much as he hates his dick for betraying him, again.
“That’s ‘cause you liked it,” she whispers and laughs when he stumbles to the bathroom, only just reaching there in time. “You wanted it, Sam.”
“I didn’t!” he chokes out, too loud, waking Dean up.
“You okay in there, Sam?” he asks, wary. Has been ever since Sam got back, subdued and flinching from Dean’s touch.
“Yeah,” Sam says. “It’s nothing.”
“And to think if they hadn’t thrown me out, I’d have fucked him for you,” she purrs and he’s back to heaving, cock rock-hard between his legs.
Buffyverse
Pretty Woman
Angelus/Darla for ely_jan. Icon by bittersweet_art. 100 words
They’d been together for a year before he found out. A tossed out remark that made him see red, ripping the offenders head off before the last laugh left his throat. Wasn’t until he turned around and saw the amused look on her face that he realized it was true. She had been, was, a whore. A woman fallen.
He’d had his share of harlots in his days but this was different. This was his Sire, his… goddess.
That night he took her like the filth she was, hard and fast, fingers around her throat. She laughed as she came.
Yeah, I think I'll stick to slash. lol
delphinapterus, I had to hotlink the Sam/Meg icon because it wouldn't let me save it for some reason. Hope that's ok. Also I need the name of the maker if you have it.