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Something Beastly

Male Beast x Female Human

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only for sexual content

{From @turtle-babe83 : As most of you know, @exovapor (aka @wynndigogh ) and I have been working on a side project that is not TMNT related. We are going to release some shorter stories from our upcoming novel a little bit at a time on both this blog and @wynndigogh’s blog. This story will continue later. Here’s a little taste of what’s to come….}

Her pale skin glimmers in the moonlight. The water droplets catching the moon’s beams and making them sparkle like diamonds upon the landscape of her skin. The journey so far has been arduous and, at times, perilous. A shiver passes over her shoulders remembering all the creatures that have sought after her blood. The events too recent, the danger still too near, she reverently closes her eyes and thinks of home. She can’t help but miss the hot spray of a proper shower, but this waterfall has to suffice. It is like entering a private lagoon all for her. The cascade thunders before her, but the water surrounding her is surprisingly calm. Still, she remembers all too well how looks can be deceiving.

A movement to her left catches her attention and for one soul-sucking moment, her heart stutters in her chest. Fear grips her throat in its fierce, domineering grasp until slowly, her eyes adjust and discern just the barest hint of rough hide and familiar nodules breaking the surface. She smiles to herself, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to resist. She begins to hum a languid melody to herself, hardly audible above the din. Breast deep in the water, she trails her fingers over the top of the pool’s surface and watches the ripples fan out.

He swims silently through the shallow pool, his large muscular body barely above the rocky floor. Keeping his head low, he eyes his prize. The dimness of the night’s sky and the murkiness of the lagoon’s water, setting few limits for his beastly vision. Just a few yards before him, dark blonde curls hide her treasure at the apex of her creamy thighs. He nearly shakes with the anticipation of tasting her sweetness on his tongue.

…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES

TO BE CONTINUED

Home Alone-ish

And so it begins! Just setting up the scenario, but looks to be “Quarantine Weight” meets “Summer Fling”. I’m sure it’ll get meatier as it goes on. J2, SPN RPF, PG (so far). Hope I can keep this rolling! I have so much cute in mind.  (Also crossposting to Dreamwidth, and if I actually finish, I’ll put it all on AO3.)

This is just goddamned unfair.

It's a glorious, early summer day. A cloudlessly blue sky is hanging over Jensen's backyard, the hummingbirds are dodging around the feeder by the window, and he's stuck in his home office, working on the designs for some cattle baron's third vacation home. He knows he's lucky to have a job at all, honestly, but there are a few extenuating circumstances that are making it distinctly unfun to be slumped at his desk, chewing on a pen and staring balefully out the window.

Of course there's the coronavirus, so he can't do much of anything else. Shopping on-line has lost its dazzle. He hasn't been able to get to the gym and he hates his treadmill with every beat of his heart, so he's managed to put on the COVID-19 nineteen, most of which has settled around his now-pudgy midway.

And then there's Jared.

A year and a half ago, Jensen had purchased this old farmhouse for a song, and has steadfastly been renovating the interior ever since. It was a hot mess and slow going, but it's finally starting to look like a home instead of a musty-smelling Jenga of amateur additions—none of which were up to code—tacked on to the solid central bones of a 1909 Craftsman bungalow. Once the house proper was well underway, he had turned his attentions to the ten acres of rolling prairie he'd bought with it. Jensen isn't a landscape architect, not by a long shot, and he wanted his property to be as special as the house. He pawed through his company's virtual Rolodex until landing on Padalecki Landscaping. More importantly, on a picture of the owner's son, Jared.

Ragamuffin hair, Hollywood smile, shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. All things being equal, why not hire someone easy on the eyes? And, as it turned out, someone with the gravitational pull of a planet full of charisma. From the jump, Jensen felt the tingle of chemistry between them in all the right places. He'd already decided to ask Jared out, just as soon as their working relationship was wrapped up, when the pandemic hit. Goddamned social distancing. So entirely unfair.

Despite Zoom meetings and video calls and on-line game nights with his best friends, Jensen is lonely.

He sighs and pushes away from his desk, wandering to the kitchen to glare inside the 'fridge for a solid minute before grabbing a Coke. He shouldn't snack, he really shouldn't, but he snags a bag of chips anyways. He's feeling pitiful and self-indulgent.

Even though it's after noon, he hasn't changed out of his sleep pants. He's not altogether sure his jeans would fit right now anyways, so why bother. He's scratching his belly and absently considering the merits of adding butcherblock countertops when Jared's pickup rumbles across the horizon, the bed of the truck full of apple trees for the orchard. He watches as Jared parks, clambers out of the cab—all endless legs and sweaty shirt sticking to his back—and begins hauling the saplings to the ground. Even from this distance, Jensen can see the muscles working in Jared's arms, a slice of tanned skin when he bends over. Jensen is halfway through the bag of chips when he realizes he's not just lonely, but a fair amount of horny too...