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  • hezio2

Texts from Last night

Title: No Ferrets, but ......
Author: Noturbaby
Fandom: Reaper
Word count: 100
Rating: pg
Summary: Flamingos, vessels, text messages

47 Flamingos?

Title: Paper Plates and Pumpkins
Author: Noturbaby
Fandom: Reaper
Word count: 500
Rating: pg 13 (language)
Summary: Sock doesn't remember the night before. Texts from Ben help, but the one from Sam is troubling.

Mission Impossible

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frog

Fic: Brotherly Affection

Alrighty, so I deserve a kick in the pants for this, but I actually FORGOT I had this fic lying around my other archive, ready to be posted here. Uhm, yeah. So thanks so much to saviorzero for reminding me by way of posting porn of their own! ^^

Title: Brotherly Affection
Genre: PWP/Smut
Characters/pairing: Sam/Morgan/Devil (sorta)
Warnings: everything and then some. Non-con, incest, violent man-sex... You name it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Angry!Sam hates Morgan and his fucking perfect hair. Angry!Sam will show Morgan just who's boss.

Fic here

Inferno


Title: Inferno

Rating:
R

Summary:
Hell. It isn't a very nice place to be. Morgan and Mr. Oliver know that all to well. What happened to Morgan after he died? Why is Sam's dad stuck in the third ring of the Devil's domain?

Warnings:
Not yet complete. A little bloody in the first chapter.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/567173…

I can't claim that I made up this version of Hell though, that comes from Dante Alighieri.
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  • catko

Reaper Fic for "I Saw Three Ships"

Title: En Suite
Fandom: Reaper--Sam, Sock, and Ben
Rating: Implied sexual situation
Notes: For I Saw Three Ships 2009, especially forlinear_flower , who wanted a fic where “the guys have a ‘special’ celebration after catching an escaped soul.” Sorry I can’t write good sex scenes; you can use your imagination. Happy New Year! (As always, anything I write for Reaper is aided and abetted by my pals at ReaperDMV—thanks, you all.)


A screech, shouting voices, a blinding flash, a sparkling tornado swirling into the jar, then whommp! The force hit Sam with a jolt, throwing him into Ben and Sock, and all three crashed back onto the plush carpet.

(Whooee!)