more than a little aroused

Fun Times With A Fossil

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut (explicit), swearing

Word Count: 1,167

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-plums-barnes 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday - my prompt was Bad Sex/Something goes wrong. This is a bit of a different approach for me, so I hope you like it! xx 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

(Let’s just pretend that’s Bucky lmao)

“Honey, I’m home!” You called out, a giant smirk on your face, as you walked into your apartment. The entire day, you had been sending your boyfriend suggesting texts, since you had gone for a bikini wax today. Judging by his responses, he was more than just a little hot and bothered. Once that metal-armed supersoldier was aroused, he was a force to be reckoned with.

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anonymous asked:

Harry's girl wearing his Hawaiian shirts while pregnant!! 😍😍

And she can’t button them up her body because of her protruding baby bump so she leaves it completely unbuttoned, flapping open with her movements as she briskly walked around the house, not giving an ounce of care about her naked chest and her breasts being on show to him because it’s only Harry, her husband, and she’s been naked in front of him many times before. When they’re both wandering around the house in their naked forms, or in the shower or sharing a bath together, or even under the sheets when they feeling intimate and making love is a path they’re going down. 

And he doesn’t care about seeing her naked chest on show because she just looks so content and comfortable in his shirts rather than wearing something that was tight on her body and made her feel a little off and uncomfortable. He can’t think of anything more heartwarming and endearing, and a little arousing, than seeing his heavily pregnant wife, dressed in nothing but a pair of her laced knickers and one of his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts, slouched down on the sofa with her legs flopped over his lap with her feet swinging out as she watched the telly and had her laptop resting upon the curve of her naked bump. Waking up from his little snooze on the sofa, arms folded over his chest and his feet set up on the coffee table.

“Good morning,” she teases, closing the lid of her laptop and setting it down on the carpet, in arms reach to pick it back up, “sleep okay?”

“Mm-hm,” he grins tiredly, lopsided with a dimple popping on his cheek, hand reaching across and running over her bump, “how are you? Feeling alright? Anymore pains?”

“Nope. I think it was just gas pains that sat around and built up,” she snickers with a blush on her cheeks as his other hand came to rest on her thigh, thumb rubbing over her skin soothingly as he gave her belly a soft pat and received a kick to his palm from his little baby, “went to the toilet just after you fell asleep and came out feeling a whole load better.”

“You look comfortable now. Where did yeh find this shirt? Been looking for this everywhere,” he smirks, knowing the answer already, “can I wake up to this every afternoon? It’s a very pretty sight to see. My pregnant wife dressed in my shirts. Nothing can get more endearing that that,” he hums softly, as she adjusts the shirt on her body to cover her boobs up a little more appropriately, “ahh-ahh, leave it open, Gorgeous. When have I ever moaned about seein’ yeh tits on show, huh?” xx

Taming The Brat

Okay so I was supposed to be finishing that Kookie request this weekend, and I’ve actually gotten pretty far into (it’s getting long in length *lol*) but I kept getting distracted by this Jaebum smut idea, probably all the fun research and sexual virgin tension proving difficult. Anyway I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so in the end I decided just to write it and get it out of my system so I can focus on the Jungkook smut and his innocent lady friend (for some reason I struggle to write an innocent girl, who woulda thunk?)

Small warning, this is probably the roughest and longest (I think) thing I’ve written so far (I still think it’s pretty tame in comparison to some but yeah, definitely the roughest I’ve written) and is basically a D/s AU that relates quite heavily to themes of masochism, so if that’s not your thing I really wouldn’t read this.

Genre: angst/smut - D/s!AU/BarOwner!AU
Requested: NO
Warnings: NSFW, alotta swearing, very minor slut shaming (like, twice?) BDSM/Masochism themes. Breath play. Not sure how rough but it’s the roughest thing I’ve written as of yet. Can’t think of anything else.


Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

Originally posted by msmichellec

~ gif is a little too playful for the content but I like it, so…  The photo tho, I’m adding because add some rips in them Jeans and its pretty much how I was imagining him… Obviously feel free to picture whichever era you prefer ~


Envy is an affliction I suffer from often, it always has been, ever since I was young. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, growing up spoilt with an endless supply of love and affection. Or maybe I’m just a natural born attention seeker, and I would have always been this way, whether or not I’d had a sibling to steal some of my spotlight. I’m just a wickedly envious person at heart, and I know that my Master is all too aware of that fact, so why my reaction to his news comes as a surprise is beyond my imagination.

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m agreeing to this, Im Jaebum!” I’m practically snarling as I stop my frantic pacing a few feet from where he leans against his desk. I stand with my arms folded, my nails digging into my palms, my hip jutting to the side in defiance. Everything about my body language screams bad attitude, and though this isn’t an uncommon occurrence for us, my bratty behaviour is normally performed with a playful air and a desired punishment in mind. Not tonight though, tonight I’m just plain livid.

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Let’s talk about dom!Cas sitting down on a chair on Christmas Eve and patting his leg to get Dean off of his knees and up on Cas’ lap.

“I’m feeling generous and would like you to tell me what you’d like for Christmas,” Cas says, squeezing pointedly at Dean’s hips.

Dean blinks, trying to process. Is…is Cas actually asking what Dean thinks he’s asking?

“Um,” he says, not quite sure what to say.

Cas just chuckles knowingly and leans in rake his teeth teasingly over Dean’s collarbone and press a little kiss to the spot before leaning back to catch Dean’s eyes again, eyes sparking with fondness and mirth.

“Tell me what you’d put on your Christmas list, because I hear that Santa is granting all wishes tonight,” Cas grins.

Stupidly, Dean blushes from his chest to his ears, as if this right here is somehow more scandalous than the hundreds of times he’s knelt stark naked at Cas’ feet, or that time he accidentally came all over Cas’ pants in the middle of getting spanked across his lap.

With anyone else, Dean wouldn’t bat an eye at charming and seducing them into his bed, and coaxing toe-curling orgasms out of them with full confidence. But Cas? They’ve only had vanilla sex maybe twice, and that was way back at the beginning, and not even penetrative. In fact, this whole arrangement they’ve got was only born from a random hookup that just kind of…snowballed. Right on into Dean finding himself at Cas’ orgasmic mercy at least twice a week.

In a way, Dean kind of wants to tell Cas that he just wants the man to do what he always does because that’s comfortable and familiar, but something is niggling at the back of his mind, like a small itch that he kind of wants to scratch.

He’s going to do it. He’s going to ask, but he has to close his eyes to do it. “Would you, uh. I mean,” Dean fumbles out, startled when Cas pinches lightly at his nipple in reprimand. Right. Eye contact.

When he opens his eyes though, instead of offering a command right away, Cas is giving him a thoughtful look, head tilted and eyebrows gently pushing toward each other.

“Stand up,” Cas orders quietly.

Dean climbs off Cas’ lap and onto his feet, wondering what Cas has planned, when Cas stands up too, and directs Dean to sit in the chair, which he does without question. But then it suddenly feels like there isn’t enough air in the room, because Sweet Baby Jesus, Cas is lowering himself to kneel at Dean’s feet, right between his knees. And holy shit on a communion cracker, he is NOT holding his hands behind his back, oh fuck.

“What would you like me to give you for Christmas, sir?” Cas asks, the very picture of submissive. The image itself is shocking, but even more so, Dean finds himself more than a little moved, and quite a bit aroused at the sight. Fuck, is this what Cas feels like when Dean does this for him?

With a shaky hand, Dean reaches out to run his hand through Cas’ hair, sucking in a breath when Cas leans into his touch. Dean clears his throat, grasping Cas’ hair only slightly; just enough to get his attention.

“Want your eyes on me, Cas.”

[Part Two]  [Part Three]  [Part Four] [AO3]

anonymous asked:

Ana accidentally nano boosts Mercy, whilst Genji watches the wife go ham :)

It is a terrifying (and more than a little arousing) experience.

Ana: Oh dear—I meant to hit Reinhardt! I’m so sorry–she just…swooped in in front of me!
*Angry Mercy noises and gunfire heard in the distance*
Genji: …you did absolutely nothing wrong.
Ana:
Ana: Behave.

Practice Makes Perfect (Lay x Reader)

Hello my darling hearts! This was requested by a sweet anon who had a thirst for Zhang Yixing that could rival my own. I think we all have a secret thirst for our healing unicorn and his sinful hips. I mean really?! Lay is such a bias wrecker! lol I hope you all enjoy this one! Especially the lovely anon who requested~!

P.S. Who wouldn’t want Yixing grinding on them though???

P.S.S. Blonde Lay makes me weak. This is my favorite part of the whole Call Me Baby MV because of his wink lol

Your heart skipped excitedly and you only heard the blood rushing through your ears as you moved skillfully to the beat. You felt sweat run over your forehead and slipped down your cheek to your chin. That was the thing when you danced.You were so conscious of everything, the way your hair stuck to your cheek, or the way you would notice the eyes of onlookers watch your every movement.

Frankly, it was exhilarating.

You were SM Entertainment’s new crown jewel, their new solo act. They boldly stated to all that you were the full package: a capable singer, a hard worker, fluent in more than one language, and an incredible dancer. It was something new to you really, seeing your face plastered on billboards, being on famous variety shows you would watch when you were younger, but especially the change in your lifestyle.

You were a very self-conscious person, an endearingly shy girl, and everyone ate up your personality with ’aws’ and ’aigoos’. All of that was thrown out the window though when you danced. Recently, SM Entertainment was dabbling in crossovers and collaborations within its artists. Their most recent crazy concoction happened to have you as one of its stars. You secretly frowned upon the a-typical way they paired mostly male and female idols together, broadcasting them as a dynamic, star crossed duo, and that they had just the greatest chemistry. You were absolutely dreading this whole thing completely.

That is, except when it was Lay.

He was your one and only partner in SM’s new featured dancing duo and you  were immediately relieved to know that. At least, for a little while.

You and Lay went way back, all the way to your trainee days, and he quickly became your best friend. So you were already comfortable with most things. Most, because you wouldn’t exactly call having Lay grind into you exactly comfortable. Very friendly, yes. Comfortable? Nope. You and Lay were already a bit too friendly and touchy with one another to be just friends, but this was taking it a little too far in your opinion.

Your heart sped up abruptly as you felt the heat of Lay’s breathe on your neck, his light panting was more of a turn on then you cared to admit. When you two were literally a hair’s breath apart, it was easier for you to get distracted by the little things about him you’ve always loved. The way he would bite his lip when he’d concentrate hard enough, or the way his hands felt as they run up your body, so hot and rough. You’ve loved Yixing since the moment he said hello to you for the first time. God, you’ve always been in love with him.

You gasp suddenly, driven from your thoughts as your feet tangle underneath you and you fall unceremoniously to the ground. You feel Yixing catch your elbow, but you’re too red faced to look up from the wood floors. You hear surprised mumbling around the room from instructors as they look on curiously. You hear the music stop and your skin heats up with embarrassment, Yixing has knelt down beside you his warm hand still gripping your arm protectively. You never make simple mistakes like that usually. You’re honestly shocked by yourself and feel Yixing’s brown gaze burning holes into your skin because he’s surprised as well.

His voice is low as he leans in, eyes full of concern, sweat running over his collarbones, “Are you alright, _____?”

You don’t answer and one of the instructors clears his throat uncomfortably, “I’m sure that was only a freak thing Miss _____. Please take care to remain aware of your surroundings next time.” He looks at his watch with a sigh, “Why don’t you two take an hour to recuperate and,” he looks at you pointedly, “Work on anything that might be hindering your progress.”

You shamefully stand up and Yixing reluctantly removes his grip from your arm, his fingertips brushing your skin once more before leaving, sending a delicious shiver over your body. The two of you bow to the instructors as they filter out of the room, still whispering about the event that had just transpired.  

When they’ve all left, Yixing turns back to you, his gaze soft as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, lips hypnotic as he worries one between his teeth. You’ve never been so humiliated and ashamed in your whole life until today. You hated letting people down and it felt like you’d just lowered everyone’s expectations of your dancing skills, one of the only things you prided yourself in.

You didn’t realize Yixing was talking until he cupped you cheek earnestly, “____!…”

Your head snapped up and was suddenly looking straight into the eyes of the most gorgeous boy you’ve ever met. Oh and your best friend. That too. You’ve loved Yixing for as long as you’ve known him, but you didn’t want to ruin the incredible friendship you had with one another. The two of you had been practically inseparable since the moment you met, and you always felt an enormous amount of morbid satisfaction when people mistook you for a couple constantly.  

You gave the beautiful boy a strained smile, “I’m fine Yixing. Just a little…distracted.”

He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “Must’ve been something pretty big if it distracted the girl with laser beam focus.”

You blushed for the umpteenth time that day as you mumbled, “Oh. Yeah.”

He dropped his hand and ran it through his hair, “So. What was it, ____-ah?”

You were almost too distracted with the way his hand slipped so casually through his beautiful locks, you only managed to mutter a quick, “Oh nothing important.”

He raised an eyebrow, but then grabbed your hand, his face suddenly unreadable, “You know you can tell me anything, right ____? We’re best friends after all.”

You bit you lip guiltily as you felt your heart clench painfully, but you only nod in response. The odd look on his face doesn’t change and you’re suddenly curious as to what he’s thinking in that moment. Were you that obviously in love with him?  

You chirp up a bit too brightly, “Why don’t we try the feature dance again? I want to especially go over the fourth movement. The one I…fell on.” He’s still guarded, but he agrees readily, taking his starting position as you take your own.

The blaring beat of the music started as you clicked the remote to the stereo, tossing it across the ground. The song was very sexy, full of gasps and low moans. When you’d recorded it in the studio, it felt more like you were recording erotic audio rather than singing. Not that you minded. After all, Yixing had to do the same thing too.

The moment his hand grips your waist and pulls you closer to his body, it feels different than every other time you had practiced. His look is more heated, his touches far more risque than past ones. A little annoyed and aroused, you defiantly do the same, your nails raking down his chest sensually. He growls as he spins you around so your back is to him. That was your cue to seductively writhe down and up his body before he begins to grind into your ass. You gasp, surprised at the amount of force he’s putting into it. He’s not pretending to grind into you like all the other times, he’s actually flicking his skilled hips into your body.  

You moan and his grip tightens on your waist, causing your skin to burn underneath your clothing. His breath is once again fanning over the back of your neck, making chills race down your spine and straight to your core. His ‘grinding’ was practically just dry humping now, and you were beginning to feel every thrust in your lower regions.  

He’s suddenly everything when he spins you again and grips your hair, pulling your sweaty forehead against his. You sneak a glance and catch his eyes flickering up and down your body, his teeth biting painfully hard onto his lips. Was he checking you out? You? His best friend? His hands are roaming freely over your body new, and you realize with wide eyes that nothing he’s done so far had been choreographed.

You’re watching the way his teeth are working on his lip, feeling the way his hands slide underneath your shirt to alight on your skin, and the only rational thing that runs through your mind is for this beautiful boy’s mouth to be your’s.

You dart forward and claim his surprisingly soft lips with your own, a groan escaping as he suddenly stops moving. His feet stop, but his hands and mouth don’t.  

You let your hand run up his toned chest, winding your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You both moan appreciatively as you both fight for dominance; you win over him for only a moment before he slams you into the mirror in the room, both your sneakers squeaking in protest at the sudden movement.  

The contrast in the coolness of the mirror on your back and the heat of his hands as they lift your shirt away caused your panties to dampen all the more. All you can do is moan wantonly as Yixing, ever the gentleman, sucks on the skin of your chest, carefully low so no wandering eyes would see the blooming hickeys in your skin.  

You hear him groan, his voice soft, “God, I love you _____.” You freeze and he does the same when he feels you tense up. The two of you stare back at each other in surprise, and for the first time, Yixing blushes.  

He’s too cute the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck and stutters against your skin, “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while.”

You nearly burst out laughing, tears forming as you grin into his hair, relieved, “Me too.” You stroke the small curls of hair at the back of his neck, the words nearly catching in your throat, “I love you, Yixing.”

His head snaps up, his warm brown eyes reflecting your own relief and joy, “Really?”

You nod shyly, kissing his fingers as they run across your lips in disbelief, “I’ve wanted to tell you since the moment we met. But then we became such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

He laughs and kisses your lips happily, “I thought the same thing. I thought when we got paired together, it would be a good idea to reveal my feelings.” He looks at you mischievously, “But you beat me to it.” You blubber and turn a lovely shade of scarlet, he continues with his hands ghosting over your chest softly, “I started to notice when we began to do  these sexier dances that you would blush more and more when I would touch you or look at you.”

You’re panting softly because he’s now fully groping you, “How very Sherlock Holmes of you.”

He smirks without a word and you’re completely lost in him. Clothes are torn off of bodies at an alarming rate, and you’re suddenly wrapped around your best friend, his hips pressing you into the familiar cool mirror. You’ve left your fair share of love bites and hickeys on his chest, an especially dark one right over his heart makes you smile smugly as you lick over it with your hot tongue. His skin tastes of salt and Yixing. His scent and taste are completely unique to him and you can’t find a way to compare it to anything, because it isn’t like anything else. The tautness of his tan skin over his muscles is hypnotizing at his arms cage you in. You run a hand appreciatively over his bicep, kissing down to his wrist lustfully.  

He groans and you feel the way his painfully erect member brushes your folds and ass. His willpower is admirable in a way that he’s focusing all his attention on your needs over his own. Though you are doing a pretty damn good job at giving him what he wants too. Although stating he hates how sensitive his neck is, you’re pretty sure he would take those words back by the way he’s gasping. You lick the column of his throat, over his Adam’s apple, nipping at his jaw before pressing wet kisses to it. His grip on your sides tighten as you bite an especially sensitive spot right of his pulse. You can practically feel the way his heart is racing when you press kiss after kiss there. A certain satisfaction comes from a boy moaning your name as you give them pleasure; satisfaction that runs straight to your dripping heat.

You’d been rubbing your soaking core over Yixing’s member, lubing it up with your leaking juices. You begin to gasp louder and result to begging, “Please Yixing!…”

His eyes are full of lust and want, as he grinds into you again and again. His voice is husky as he groans, “I don’t have any-”

You’re too far gone to care about proper protection as you wail, “I don’t care! Just fuck me Yixing!”

He growls loudly and thrusts up into your welcoming core in one go, sliding easily through your dripping folds to the hilt. You don’t even need to adjust to his size as you mewl loudly, your walls clenching greedily around his dick. He swore softly underneath his breath, burying his face into your neck, as he tightens his grip on your ass and waist. As he slides out, you clench around him mischievously, eliciting a moan of appreciation to escape his lips. The way he begins to thrust into you is dance-like: the timing perfect and the thrusting of his hips smooth and powerful at the same time. Each time he pumps into you, your panting increases and the only sound besides your moans are his grunts and the wet sound of skin against skin. The silkiness of his member brushing against your walls causes your nails to dig into his well muscled back. You’re so wet and the way he slides in and out so perfectly…you just want him more and for him to be closer closer closer!…

Your release spills out of you powerfully, pleasure tearing your body apart as you clench painfully right around his dick, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic. Your voice jumps up and down as you scream his name over and over, urging him to come in you, to come with you.  

Yixing’s stamina eventual wears off as he comes crashing down along with you, his hot seed shooting deep into you. You gasp at the sensation, feeling completely fulfilled as he groans your name into you hair.  

The two of you stay in that position for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of being joined as your bodies are pressed completely together. Yixing gently pulls out, carefully setting you on the floor as he slides down next to you. He turns a radiant smile toward you, his dimples showing sweetly as he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You grin back, resting your head on his shoulder as you twine you hands together. He squeezes your hand softly, and you squeeze back too, solidifying the new relationship you have together.  

He chuckles, “Maybe now our dancing will look more sincere.”

You playfully bat his arm, but laugh anyway, “I’m sure it will.”  

Needless to say, the two of you turned out to be one of the most popular duos to emerge that year and for many years to come. Fans will fondly recount all the cutest moments that transpired between the two of you and will always remember with mischievous grins just how damn sexy _____ and Lay were onstage as they danced together.

anonymous asked:

any recs for mechanic/gearhead betty?

Here you go

To Build A Home by @bughead4days (3/?)

WIP / Rating: G

Jughead Jones is desirable. He’s handsome and confident and the very definition of a bad boy. Gone is the gangly, loner from the wrong side of the tracks, replaced by a prominent member of the Southside Serpents. When a motorcycle accident lands him at Mechanic, Betty Coopers shop, his life is about to change. Can he get the one girl he so desperately needs? Or will the man he’s become take over his new life?


Hey There, Cool Rider by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency (1/1)

Oneshot / Rating: E

Betty bonds with Jughead’s dad over fixing his motorcycle. Jughead is surprised by her skills and more than a little aroused.


I Can See You (Battling Your Demons) by @writing-as-tracey (3/?)

WIP / Rating: T

They are in the middle of their Tuesday night ‘dinner-and-a-movie’ date when he gets the phone call. OR, Betty’s first step in becoming a Serpent a story about Betty Cooper becoming a Serpent.


The Serpent and His Prom Queen by  SereneCalamity (5/?)

WIP / Rating: Not Rated

Back in high school, they had nothing in common. He was the son of the president of the South Side Serpents, and she was the pretty blonde cheerleader who got voted Prom Queen. Nearly seven years later, she’s back, and Jughead isn’t letting her slip through his fingers again. 


Heart Rise Above by @onceuponamirror (6/?)

WIP / Rating: T

It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it. Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

anonymous asked:

Olay so heres a thing im sures been done before but who knows. Vernon gets added to the main grump group chat on his phone, and either he accidentally send a dick pic he meant for someone else, and they all get a rise out of it and i guess sexting or smth happens. Or, alternatively, he doesnt realize what he's gotten into until arin and dan start sending nudes/pics of them live fucking and then he realizes what this is REALLY about. Essentially one of those group sex chats you hear abt sometimes

(A/N: this was amazingly fun to write, seriously I thank you. I’m on mobile so I apologize in advamce if the lack of italics for messages is annoying. I tried to seperate them the best I could and male things clear)

ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11420109 (the italics are in this one)

Arin added you to a conversation with Danny

Vernon smiled when he saw the message, figuring that Arin had something about game grumps to talk about, an idea or a question. Even if it was work, talking to Arin and Dan was always pleasant. He had been scrolling mindlessly on his phone, but he abandoned the mundane task as soon as the notification popped up.

Danny sent an attachment
“You like that, Big cat?”

Out of all possible outcomes, Vernon did not expect to see a picture of a hard cock with a firm hand around it to appear in a chat with two of his coworkers. Especially one that belonged to Danny. He cleared his throat and studied the photo carefully, trying to ignore the way his own pants started to tent in the extremely inappropriate situation.

It was a very good looking dick.

He had just recollected him self and started typing a formal sort of apology so he could remove himself from the group and call it a day but then his phone vibrated again, signaling another picture.

Arin sent an attachment
“It would look better inside of me.”

A photo of two fingers buried in Arin’s ass was filling up Vernon’s screen. Notably, a reasonably sized dildo was next to him along with a roughly used bottle of lube. Arin’s skin was flushed hot and red, meaning he and Dan had been at this for a while. There was no way he was meant to be a part of this, even if he wanted to be.

He was already shirtless and silently embarrassed that his nipples were so hard so he decided to send a picture of his own. A picture of his face that made sure to show most of his bare torso just in case he was invited to this sex-fest of a group chat on purpose.

Vernon sent an attachment
“I feel like I’m not supposed to be here”

Danny saw the message first and nearly fell off of his bed before he let the message sink in, running a hand through his hair. Maybe they had fucked up this time, hadn’t been as careful as they should be, but his persistent erection was not going away and the picture Vernon had sent wasn’t helping. The dude was hot as fuck.

Arin could have been just as shocked, but he was much more concentrated on imagining that the now three fingers inside of him were Dan. The picture of Vernon only added to his fantasy, letting him imagine the three of them together. Him fucking Vernon while getting fucked by Dan- this could be wet dream fuel for weeks. He had to stop and catch his breath so he wouldn’t fall over the edge so soon.

Dan sent a message
“Sorry Vern, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

Arin sent a message
“Your dick? Hasn’t everyone seen that, I think the fingers in my ass were more shocking.”

Vernon found himself laughing at the banter, hoping that no one was mad at him. He had almost been hoping that he was put in the chat on purpose.

Vernon sent a message
“So I can’t stay ”

Vernon made sure to include a sad face so they knew it was joke, or at least that it was supposed to look like a joke. In reality if they kicked him out he would spend a few hours jerking it non-stop like he was 15 again. He couldn’t help but start slipping out of his shorts, only a little bit ashamed of the way his half-hard dick bulging against his boxer briefs. They were a little too tight, but in a good way.

God, he couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted to show off like this.

Arin sent a message
“Well no one said that.”

Dan sent a message
“Well if you want to be here…”

Vernon bit his lip when his erection stirred again. He was really going to do this. Not that he hadn’t caught himself day dreaming about it sometimes. He figured another picture was in order. This time the only part of his face in the image was his mouth, and his boxer briefs were tugged down enough to see the beginning of hipbones and a dangerously low happy trail.

Vernon sent an attachment

Dan sent a message
“Holy shit, Vern”

Dan had stopped jerking himself off when Vernon’s first message came through, but he did not hesitate at all to continue again with the picture in front of him. He even took a quick video with a few breathy noises to show his approval.

Arin sent a message
“Fuck me, show some more”

It was hard to type with one hand occupied, but he needed something. Arin let his fingers tease around his rim gently, sending shivers up his spine. His body shuddered in a way that told him he wanted more, but he didn’t give himself that privilege. He wanted to see more of Vernon before he went any further.

Vernon sent an attachment
“You mean show you this?”

Dan groaned out loud in frustration when Vernon’s picture only showed an inch lower than the last, his underwear still not off and on the floor where they belonged. So Dan sent his video.

Dan sent an attachment
“Just a little lower baby, please”

Arin pouted for a few seconds about Dan using a pet name for Vernon, but then he was watching the video and he couldn’t remember why he was irritated. Those long fingers wrapped around Dan’s dick drove him fucking crazy in more ways than one. He could imagine his own hand in their place, his own fingertips teasing the head of that beautiful cock on every upstroke.

But he could also imagine those fingers teasing him relentlessly, slowly brushing over the bundle of nerves deep inside that made jolts of pleasure shoot through his body. Thrusting faster as he begged for more and less at the same time. Milking him through a seemingly endless orgasm while jerking him slowly, aftershocks ripping through him- and that was when he had to the base of his own erection to ward off an impending orgasm.

Arin sent a message
“If you keep it up with the videos this is gonna end before we get to the fun part.”

Vernon ended up staring at Danny’s video for a while before he finally gave in and pulled his cock out of his underwear, jerking it slowly while making some breathy sounds. He bit his lip while his mind flashed through possible fantasies. Sucking Dan off, eating Arin’s ass, sucking Dan off while Arin ate his ass, getting fucked by Arin, getting fucked by Dan, getting fucked by both of them at the same time.

His hole twitched a little at that one as his mind wandered to being filled with two cocks at once. He moved a finger down to tease around his rim, but he didn’t push it in. Shit, that felt good. He snapped a picture of his hardening length and clicked send, struggling to stop himself from getting lost in a fantasy when he could focus on the real thing.

Vernon sent an attachment

Dan didn’t think that someone could take a dick pic that was cute, but of course Vernon could. Obviously it was fucking hot too, made Danny moan louder as he jerked himself like his life depended on it. Vernon wasn’t completely hard in the photo, but he was getting there. God, Dan wished he could use his mouth to get Vernon all the way there. He also wished that he could see what Vernon’s hand was doing because it was definitely on his ass.

Dan wanted to see that ass, wanted to see the ass he had admired through tight jeans with wandering eyes. He really wished he could see Vernon like that in person.

Arin immediately thought about 69ing with Vernon while Dan watched and gave his prostate a few less than gentle rubs with his fingers. He was going to need that dildo soon, his fingers were now only succeeding in making him feel more desperate. Vernon had a nice dick and probably a nice ass and all Arin could think about was having Vernon and Dan dirty talking him at the same fucking time.

Vernon and Danny both had adorable laughs, and while Danny’s voice could tell him what to do and make his stomach do flips, he was sure Vernon’s innocent and adorable voice saying such vile and dirty things would drive him wild. Arin could hardcore bottom, but right now his mind was filled with Vernon telling him to fuck harder and Danny telling him how great he was doing.

Arin sent a message
“Is everyone alone right now?”

Dan sent a message
“I don’t know what you’re planning but I already like it.”

Vernon sent a message
“Yeah, why?”

Arin smirked and sent a picture of him holding the dildo that he (surprisingly) hadn’t started using yet.

Arin sent an attachment
“I want you to hear all the pretty noises I can make while shoving this up my ass.”

Vernon sent a message
“Like a conference call?”

Dan sent a message
“A sexy fucking conference call. Of course, babygirl.”

It was only a few seconds before Vernon saw the incoming call on his screen, immediately answering and placing his phone on speaker so he could use both of his hands for this. “Hi there, Vern.” Danny’s voice rang through his phone a little more gravelly than normal, laden with arousal and need. That voice saying his name was enough to make him whine just a little.

“Jesus, Vernon and me need to have a pretty noise contest, I’m sure Dan would love that.” There was a slick, sliding sound coming from Arin’s line. The lube was obviously coming out to play. Dan let out a shaky sigh, thinking about how much the combination of two sets of needy moans and helpless noises would get him going.

Dan groaned softly as he involuntarily fucked up into his own fist, his cock beading just a bit of precome at the tip. He slowed his pace slightly. He was not going to come first. He was thankful for his self control when he heard Vernon speak, shaky and already sounding wrecked. “This is going to kill me-“ The sound of a bottle clicking open echoed over the phone. “Tell me what to do.”

Dan cleared his throat, and he heard Arin choke on air around the same time. “Yeah, Dan, tell us what to do.” Danny took a moment to think about the fact that this was too good to be true, that having two attractive and willing men to boss around was obviously just a wet dream and a half, but then a loud, exaggerated moan from Arin snapped him out of it. “C’mon, Dan, I’m impatient.”

It was Dan’s turn to let out a pathetic whimper at the sinful pulse of pleasure in the bottom of his stomach. “Jesus- okay, Arin.” Dan took a deep breath, trying to recollect his thoughts. “You’ve been waiting almost an hour to finally get something inside of you, I know that.” Dan smirked. “So you’re waiting longer, tease yourself but don’t push it in yet.”

A slightly annoyed noise came from Arin, but he followed the direction, no matter how badly he wanted to break it. The cold silicone was a shock to his senses, but he was more focused on the way his body tensed and relaxed against the toy. He was way to far gone for this teasing shit. When Dan spoke again, Arin let himself get lost in the tone of his voice. “Vernon, I heard you get lube so use it. Tease a little, but you can slip a finger in every so often.”

Dan was satisfied with himself, listening to tiny, held back whimpers from both of them. A particularly loud moan from Vernon meant he was doing something right. “Vern, I think you can help both me and Arin out. Tell me what you’re thinking about, what you want us to do to you.” Arin groaned deeply on the other end of the call, accidently letting the tip slide inside of him.

Vernon felt his face get warm with embarrassment at the thought of revealing his fantasies. Dan cleared his throat in anticipation of an answer and Vernon was way too eager to provide one. “Well uh, first I thought about sucking you off, Dan- that video- I wanted it in my mouth.” Vernon bit his lip and made a desperate noise when he clenched around his own finger. “Then I thought about Arin eating me out at the same time.”

Vernon spoke softer on that last point, but he moaned louder when he nailed his own prostate, slipping his fingers out so he wouldn’t overwhelm himself. Arin cut in with a shaky breath. “Fuck yes, keep talking.” Vernon spaced out for a second while trying to relax himself, but he was certain he has heard Dan tell Arin to start fucking himself. Judging by the string of desperate sounds and heavy breathing he had definitely started.

“I thought about Arin fucking me then, about how he probably has a thick cock that could-“ Vernon whined just a little and started moving his hand again. “Fuck, it could leave me sore for a few days- in a good way.” Arin started slowly pushing the toy inside of him in and out, and in and out, with small, punched out moans. With the way he was jerking himself he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Then I thought about you fucking me because, shit, Dan I saw yours and it’s that perfect length to hit just the right spot every time.” Vernon made a loud moaning- almost whimpering noise that he didn’t think he could make, still teasing his fingers around his rim while he other hand continued it’s up and down motion. “And you would fuck hard- and I’d tighten around you and everything would feel so intense.”

Dan let out a low groan and then he was coming over his hand, thinking about being inside of Vernon. He was definitely coming first with no remorse.

Vernon’s pace speeding up to a desperate one, the kind of disorganized mess that one became when they were so close they couldn’t breath. “Ah- fuck- I can’t stop thinking about both of you inside of me at the same time, stretching me open and filling me up with twice the come, it would feel so- ah.” Vernon was cut off by his own heavy breathing, a little quiet whining, and then he was feeling the starting pulse of an orgasm, a loud scream of a noise crackling over the phone while he repeated “Ah- I’m coming!” like a pornstar mantra.

Dan hummed contently as the noises swept him through his aftershocks, laughing softly at how worked up Vernon had really gotten.

Arin was not far behind, slamming himself down onto what he imagined to be Dan while he let out quiet little punched out breaths. Vernon’s fantasy only drove him farther, a moan the sounded like relief and happiness when he finally fell over the edge and shot onto his stomach. They all took a few moment of silence to calm down.

“Vernon, can you like… actually take two dicks?” Arin sounded almost amazed, and Dan waited curiously.

Vernon’s face actually went red now that his blood could rush somewhere else. “Well, yeah in theory. I just haven’t done it with real people.” He neglected to explain the day he had literally gotten his own come in his hair while a hot, sweaty mess riding two dildos at the same time.

Dan let out an exhausted, but interested breath, laughing into his blissful afterglow. “So when are you free?”

Body Language in writing

How many times has someone rammed the phrase “Show, don’t tell” down your throat without actually offering you any help as to how you could do that?

It must have happened to me about eight. million. times. Literally.

Ok so not literally… but the point stands.

Showing, rather than telling, is quite easy in first person; all you have to do is relay information and facts e.g

Rather than saying

“I was ill. I felt so sick.”

You say

“My head was thumping and, as I tried to concentrate on the lecture, a bead of cold sweat worked its way down my back. I suppressed a cough, cracking my dry, itchy throat painfully.”

However in third person it can be more difficult, mainly because the reader has no direct access to the characters thoughts and innermost feelings. It can be done, though.

Body language is very important to this and can really help to make a point well. In the most basic sense it gives your character life as, honestly, no one stays still as a mannequin through a whole conversation. Or, if they do, its a suspicious way of acting and should be noted. Of course it can also say alot more about your character than they’d like!

The example of Anxiety;

Anxiety, on a personal level (that is to say on the inside), causes feelings of sickness, nervousness, even fear in extreme cases but, while anxiety attacks are pretty obvious, the physical symptoms can be surprisingly subtle and complex. 

The first thing to remember is that peoples ‘tells’ will show something about them too: a young, vain man might smooth his hair, check for dirt under his nails etc. A woman might repeatedly check her make-up, smooth her dress and apply lipgloss/stick while someone who’s seen violence and known ambushes (a soldier or police officer, for example) might take to scrutinizing those around them.

for example;

No- 

“The anxiety was crippling him.”

Yes-

“The air was oppressive and, as Hunters stomach churned, it pressed on him; crushing his shaking throat beneath the boot of reality. He was trapped. Trapped in here with all these staring goons…”

The example of a liar;

When someone is lying they will, if they’re smart, try their hardest to act normally though the result will, usually, appear contrived. Unless they have no moral compass or are trained to lie with skill (or have a lot of practice).

No-

“ 'Of course I love you.’ She lied smoothly.”

Yes-

“She blinked quickly, eyes darting from his face to her hands, 

'Of course I love you, Don….” She smiled and laughed, a high, panicked sound, 'How could you doubt me?’“

The example of sexual arousal;

Hard nipples or tingling nether regions are not body language. Keep in mind that, ideally, your reader should know nothing, or little, more than what characters do. When people are aroused their pupils dilate, their heart rate and body heat rises: this is universal but the way they display this changes from person to person. Some may lean forward, lick their lips, touch their neck or hair, push their chest out (women), splay their legs (men) but it all says something!

No-

"Gary wanted him so badly; Rob was perfect. Sexy as hell and confident too.”

Yes- 

“Gary swallowed and let his eyes flicked quickly over Robs lips and face; he was gorgeous but it was more than that. He leaned in and smiled as he recited a story about a childhood dog; it was the way he spoke and smiled. Gary rubbed his lips and squirmed in his seat a little; it was the way he flexed his hands and bit his lips.”

Obviously such examples are not comprehensive but they give an idea of how to move forward. Perhaps a useful thing to do, as a starting point, is to ask 

'what do I do when I feel like this/do this?’  

Then build upon your findings from there. Alternatively you can study those closest to you; watch what they do with their limbs and face when they say certain things.

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Can you write daddy kink jjp?? I just really really need hot daddy jaebum coming home from work in a hot suit to his baby jinyoungie ;;; +smut pls? <3

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cross dressing, oversensitivity…?

Author: Rei

Word Count: 2.9k

For the April Fool’s version, featuring Dad!Jaebum & Child!Jinyoung, go here! It is, unlike this one, rated G. To the anon who requested this: I hope you like it, since I’m not sure if I did it justice. To the anon who wanted the original: Here you go! Also, wow, look at my smut debut.

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Companions react to pin up art of protagonist

(Assuming romanced) 

Preston: Gets a little flustered at first but tells them how beautiful/handsome he thinks they are. He’s also impressed by the art. (for some reason I headcanon Preston as being a really good artist) 

Piper: Giggles. “Oh my god! Is that you? Blue!” Her face is really red but oh, she enjoys the view. 

Danse: Goes redder than anyone else. Is a little speechless and eventually manages to stutter out a compliment. Once he recovers he tells them that while the art is wonderful..he prefers the real thing. 

Cait: Wolf whistles and makes a lewd comment. She loves it, demands that they let her keep it and refuses to let anyone else see it ever. The picture is her’s now. Just like the SS 

Deacon: Deadpans, looks the protagonist right in the eye and tells them that he could wear it better. Honestly he’s probably right. 

Hancock: Same as Cait. Wolf whistles and makes sure to let them know how much he likes it. Asks them to find a similar outfit and give him some copies of said art for when they’re away. 

Mccready: Is a little embarrassed and more than a little aroused. “Damn..lookin good.” He affectionately teases them about it later.

Curie: “Oh! You look so beautiful/handsome!!” She doesn’t really understand why she feels so warm all of a sudden.

Nick: Is smooth as fuck. Slides an arm around their waist and proceeds to compliment them. Jokingly asks if they have a secret life he needs to know about. Maybe he needs to put his detective skills to use. if you know what I mean

X6: Compliments the artistry and them. He’s a little irked at the idea of anyone else seeing it though even if it is just a picture. 

Maxson: He’s pissed that someone drew such lewd art of them. They are his and he makes sure to make them say just that later that night. Multiple times. Very loudly. 

Coffee. A Bam Brown story

When you tripped on a raised piece of wood on the last step coming out of the coffee shop, you knew things wouldn’t end well. Your cup of fresh and very hot cup of coffee flew up and out of your hands and you careened backward, your butt and your head connecting solidly with the sturdy wooden steps.

When you opened your eyes and saw Bam, the first thing you did was close your eyes again.

“Seriously?” You thought. Bitter anger flashed through you in an instant. “There are no other men who could’ve been at the foot of those stairs except for Bam Brown?”

The first time you saw him in town your mouth had dropped open and your breathing got shallow and you were pretty sure you were going to pass out. He was walking a little behind his brothers and as he passed you, he tilted his head in a slight nod and gave you a small smile. You shut your mouth and then opened it again, thinking you might be able to speak intelligibly. But no words came so you shut it again and by the time he had walked on by you were left standing there with your mouth opening and closing like a big old fish gasping for air.

Lying ungracefully on the wooden stairs, you rolled your eyes behind your closed lids – yes that’s possible - and then forced them to open and look at Bam.

“Hey.” You tried to stay cool and ignore his amazing half-smile.
“Hey.” His voice was so deep it made you want to clear your throat. “Are you alright?”

There were a hundred ways you could have answered that question. There was the truth, which would have brought a simple ‘no’ to your lips. You clearly weren’t ok. Your butt hurt, your head heart and you might even have third degree coffee burns on your lady parts.

You could have offered Bam a lie that might make him go away and leave you alone with your bruised butt and your fractured pride and oh, don’t forget the twelve ounces of hot coffee working its way through your jeans into your basic white cotton underwear. Don’t hate. Those undies were comfy and soft and there hadn’t been a man in your pants in so long that what underwear you wore no longer mattered. However, Bam Brown was a man you wouldn’t mind letting get a glimpse of those grandma panties if he asked nicely.

“Are you ok?” He repeated when you simply stared at him and said nothing.
“Yeah. I’m cool.” You said even though you weren’t cool.

You had never been cool. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. You had been cool for about fifteen minutes one summer when all the other eight year-olds in the neighborhood found out your dad was the ice cream man. But that was a lot of summers and a thousand miles ago. Now you were a records clerk at the Hoonah City Hall where the most exciting thing that happened in the last five years was that you learned the hard way you could not hold down more than sixteen crab legs. Now, that was a party!

You realized Bam was still standing there looking at you and wanting to help you up so you rolled onto your right side to avoid the sore place on your bottom and took his outstretched hand.
“Thanks.”

You began to push yourself up with your other hand and you knew even before it happened that you were going to make a fool out of yourself again. Feeling your hand start to slip in the coffee splattered all over the wooden step, your eyes widened and you tightened your grip on Bam’s hand and tried to regain your balance. But that hand was also sticky and slick and it made an audible 'slurp’ when it slithered free of Bam’s grasp and you felt yourself falling heavily backwards, unable to stop yourself.

Lying semi-flat on your back again, you kept your eyes closed and prayed that when you opened them you would be staring only at the sky. Groaning from the new bruises sprouting on the back of your legs and arms, you gingerly opened one eye.

“Dang.” Bam was still there, his blue eyes staring right into your one open eye.
Sighing, you opened your other eye and felt a little thrill of heat as Bam smiled at you, relieved.

“Come on.”
He reached out and instead of taking you by the hands he spread his legs and straddled your thighs. Your mouth dropped open and for a crazy second you thought he was going to mount you right there on the coffee stained stairs. As your mind raced and your cheeks burned with heat, Bam slid his hands under your armpits and lifted you straight up off the stairs like you were a toddler and steadied you in his arms.

“Whee!” You gurgled woozily as the blood rushed from your head, making you dizzy and, let’s face it, surrounded by Bam’s arms you were more than a little aroused.

“Yeah. Head wound for sure.” Bam muttered under his breath.

Walking slowly with you to the small clinic only a block away, Bam had slung one of your arms around his shoulder and he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You leaned close and realized this was the closest you had ever been to him. Seeing him in town with his family he was just one of those gorgeous guys you would never get up the nerve to talk to. But now, he was pressed so close to you that you could smell his scent and it was like…like…

“Coffee?” You frowned and sniffed at Bam, your head close to his, inadvertently sucking in a nose full of his long curls.
“Stop that.” He poked at your forehead with his finger, pushing your nose away from his hair.

“Why do you smell like coffee?” Your foggy brain tried to gather your thoughts but they were running wild like baby goats.
“Because you’re soaked in it and by the time we get to the clinic I’m going to be soaked in it too.” He smiled a little at that and you saw how he was even more handsome when he smiled.

“I like that.” You mumbled and swung your head a little, squinting at the two Bams that suddenly appeared in your blurred vision. You finally decided to focus on the Bam to the left of the other Bam.

“You like what?” He asked with a very concerned tone to his voice.
“Your smile.” You said too loudly and it was when you saw the top of Bam’s cheeks begin to turn pink from embarassment that your scrambled mind registered Bam’s earlier comment. “Head wound for sure.” You nodded and decided you really should shut up.

“Yeah.” Bam’s chuckle was soft. “Here we are. Watch the steps.”

Leading you through the doors of the small clinic, Bam turned you quickly over to the nurse who led you immediately back to the exam room. Your brain was still a bit confused but one thing you knew was that you didn’t want to let Bam go without thanking him for helping you. Taking one second to gather your words you wanted to make sure you didn’t say anything stupid or odd.

Placing one sticky hand on Bam’s shoulder, you smiled carefully and leaned close. “I love your face.” And then you turned back to the nurse and giggled. “He smells like coffee.”

By the time the doctor had examined you and monitored you for a while, it was already evening and the sun had set behind the mountains. You had heard him call your roommate and ask her to come pick you up at the clinic. But when you stepped into the small waiting room it wasn’t your roommate who stood up to greet you. It was Bam.

“Hi.” You stammered and tried to beat away the memory of everything that had happened earlier and especially everything you had said to him.

“Hi.” He smiled and his eyes crinkled behind his glasses. “Your roommate was here but I asked if I could walk you home.”

Now that wasn’t funny. You still stank of stale coffee and your head was pounding from what you were sure was a concussion no matter what the doctor said. And standing before you was the most handsome man you had ever seen and even if you did wind up in bed with him he would take one look at those coffee-stained cotton drawers of yours and turn on his heel and run away.

Then you looked down at his hands and realized what he was holding. Your smile started out small but by the time you lifted your eyes back to his and saw his eyes crinkle again with the start of his smile, your laugh burst out of you and then both of you were laughing so loud that the nurse stuck her head out into the lobby to see what was going on.

When your laughter finally subsided a bit and you had wiped the tears from your eyes, Bam held his gift out to you.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Schmetterling

Another Becommissar story, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between.

Inspired by this, and dedicated to lilsis24 (who I can’t actually tag, for some reason). Sorry it took me longer than “a few days,” but its finals week at uni and all that jazz.

Kommissar leaves a few words of “encouragement” on the mirror in Beca’s dressing room before Worlds, and the brunette confronts her about it.

Find the story on AO3 and fanfiction.net.

Also feel free to drop random prompts into my ask if you feel like it; I have a bit of time to write now.


Good luck, tiny Maus. 💋

Without warning, Beca burst into the part of the impromptu dressing rooms backstage at Worlds of which she—for reasons she didn’t even want to think about—knew it belonged to Kommissar (there was no door to knock on, anyway, so whatever).

“What kind of sick mind games are you playing, you gorgeous German Goddess?”

Wow, real smooth, Beca; great job with being imperious and all. God, this was so stupid. Why did the blonde have such an effect on her?

She couldn’t even properly insult her, although, normally, she was a level ten master insulter, and never really gave a fuck about anything, anyway.

Except, apparently, she had a thing for tall, scary, perfectly mysterious German chicks, who were trying to destroy her a cappella group at Worlds; no big deal.

What had her so riled up in the first place was what she’d found in her own dressing room a few minutes prior. On the mirror, someone had written a few words of encouragement; with bright red lipstick and a lip print in the same color next to it. Seeing that—and being absolutely sure that there was only one person in the whole world who would even think of something as cheap as that—she had, despite Chloe calling after her where the hell she was going so shortly before their performance, and Fat Amy hollering to “go get her, tiger,” stormed out of the room, down the hall, and right into Das Sound Machine’s part of the backstage area.

Because this was a whole other level of completely fucked up, and definitely not okay. Beca could take a lot—punches to the faces, insults, death threats—but suggestive little messages with a definitely flirtatious undertone from the hottest, most intimidating German person the Bella had ever met was just too much to handle (and made her even more sexually confused than she already was, thank you very much).

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Jensen being jealous of the mishalecki panel at jibcon

~people were asking for this i guess~

“You and Jared sure got cozy during your panel.”

Misha took a swig of beer and sat back in his chair. “How would you know?”

Jensen held up his phone and shook it in response. He must’ve been spending a lot of time in the green room dicking around.

“I imagine you don’t want me putting my hand on your thigh during our panel,” Misha pressed.

Jensen kept staring down at his phone. “Your blow job face.”

“I’m sorry, can you be more specif–”

“Every time I…you know…you make that face. You know, the face. When Jared moved your hand, you made the face.”

“You know, Jackles, you’ve given me at least a hundred B.J.’s and you still can’t fucking say–”

“Dude.” Jensen frantically looked around the room as if any of their friends didn’t know what was going on between them and would be appalled to hear about Jensen’s oral skills. As it happened, they were alone.

“Jared is well-endowed. I don’t particularly mind having my hand near his cock,” Misha continued.

Jensen clenched his jaw, but the rest of his face relaxed into an unamused expression. “Shut up.”

Misha leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “I might’ve been into it. Do you think the crowd could tell?”

“I don’t care what–it’s like you’re hitting on my brother, man. And besides, you know how I feel about you enjoying any dick that’s not mine. It’s just–I just–I don’t like it.”

Inside his mind, Misha was doing a victory dance at how direct Jensen sounded. Even after all these years, it was rare for him to speak openly about their “arrangement” (as he insisted on calling it). 

“And he called you ‘Mish.’”

“What?”

Jensen glared at him. Misha shrugged in confusion. Jensen pouted. 

“He. Called. You. Mish.”

“Um…did that become a crime recently? Did he get arrested?”

With a sigh, Jensen dramatically walked across the room and poured himself a drink. As he stood by the snack table, he said, “Everybody makes fun of me for calling you Mish, but nobody ever notices when he does it. It’s like if you called me ‘Shackles.’ That’s his nickname for me. It wouldn’t fucking make sense if you called me that.”

Sensing Jensen’s distress, Misha immediately pushed out of his chair and joined him at the snack table. He stood in front of Jensen and rubbed his hand into his hip to try to soothe him. He looked at him for a minute without saying anything, their faces close enough to kiss.

“Quit being so jealous, tough guy,” he whispered sweetly. “It’s not a pretty look on you.”

Avoiding eye contact, Jensen knocked back his whole drink. “I’m glad he’s here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking thrilled he’s here this year. But, uh…”

Misha couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice as he asked, “Rome is ours?”

Suddenly Jensen grabbed Misha’s cheek and pressed their lips together forcefully. He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat as he worked his mouth in a bruising rhythm. When he pulled away, Misha was left breathless and more than a little aroused.

“Yeah, Rome is fucking ours,” Jensen said sternly as he turned on his heel and left the green room. 

Jared appeared a moment later. All he said was, “Told you.”

anonymous asked:

#53. “Shh… I’m sleeping.” smut! <3

Harry’s home from tour.  And it’s glorious.  For the first time in months, his weight and heat are in the bed next to you.  And you are on cloud nine.  Sleeping in this huge California King bed alone is terrible.  Sleeping in this house alone is terrible.  Even if you do have a big scary dog (Jack) and an alarm system that rivals the one guarding Fort Knox on the house you share together, you still can’t help being scared in the house when he’s not here.

It’s creepy to watch people when they sleep (Damn you Edward Cullen).  But you can’t help it.  Your Baby is home.  And he’s exhausted.  So you propped yourself on your elbow to study him while he softly sawed some Z’s next to you.

His hair is everywhere, sticking up in every direction.  His eyes are closed so softly that it looks like they may spring open any second even though you know he’s good and asleep.  His red wine colored lips are puffy.  His mouth parted just slightly while he draws in deep breaths.

Your boyfriend is a beautiful specimen, that’s for sure.

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Just thinking about the halting uncertain way Kylo speaks and Hux continually underestimating him because he doesn’t seem that smart despite the occasional swift come back.

Hux challenges him to war games during a round of simulations, mostly thinking he can wipe the floor with him (because Hux finds tactical success extremely gratifying in ways he’s not willing to admit to) but genuinely wants long to assess his abilities so he can properly estimate the threat Kylo poses. This particular battle involves very little in the way of verbal commands, it’s all console work and Kylo wins with a speed and ferocity that leaves Hux stunned (and more than a little aroused). Hux demands a rematch and another and another. As long as Kylo doesn’t have to issue time sensitive orders verbally he almost always wins in small scale battles. Hux is better at the full scale battles and anything involving a lot of direct communication.

Kylo expects Hux to use it against him somehow, or to get vengeful over the repeated humiliation of having his arse handed to him so often. He’s extremely confused therefore when Hux both adapts their management style on the bridge and issues Kylo with a datapad specifically to allow nonverbal communication. He’s even more confused when the simulations continue, apparently with no purpose, and every time he brushes the General’s emotions he finds him in a state of excitement (poor virgin Kylo Ren has no idea what’s going on).

In the end Hux cracks and invites Kylo to his quarters to play chess. Strip chess. Kylo has never played chess before but it still takes three hours to actually get him naked and by that point Hux is only in his socks and hat. Of course Kylo caught onto the General’s plays around hour two when Hux chose to lose his briefs instead of his undershirt. But neither of them is going to stoop to cheating just to hurry things along, they’re both too committed to winning.

OTP Christmas Challenge Day nine- Wearing ugly sweaters

Dean doesn’t come back from the case that night, calling Sam and letting him know he’s staying in a motel closer to the site, so Sam and Gabriel have the night to themselves. Gabriel pleads until Sam agrees to let him order pizza (“Yeah, and uh, every vegetable you got on the other half; my friend’s a loser nerd plant-eater.” “Hey!”) and they spend the night researching. After their day off, Sam wants to put in an evening’s work, and Gabriel is content to keep him company.

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