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Softest Touch

Title: Softest touch

Summary: Phil’s had a busy day with the radio show. As it’s father’s day, Dan decides to give him some fun. Was sort of a prompt but I lost it.

Warnings: Plushophilia, daddy kink, assplay, do I need to warn for buttsex?

Words: So many! (2000+)

A/N: I can’t explain this one, its just filth. And I’d apologise, but I’m not even sorry. You all asked for this and I’ve just given you exactly what you wanted.

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Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester!

hellhoundsprey did the wonderful art for this fic! Thank you!

Top Dean, Bottom Sam

He was pushed roughly against the wall, the suit jacket rolled off of his muscled shoulders. He let out a guttural moan as Sam mouthed at his neck, raking his fingernails into Dean’s shoulder blades. Sam overtook Dean’s lips in a searing kiss, cocking his head to the side to grant more access to the soft lips he’d been denied the entire FBI interview. Dean growled, pinching at the first button of Sam’s white collar, taking a moment to twist it correctly. It came free, only for him to become impatient and rip the shirt open, buttons flying to the floor and bouncing under the kitchen utilities. Sam snickered, only for the sound to be swallowed by Dean as Sam pulled him forward to close the door to their crappy motel apartment. The door slammed shut, and Sam shoved Dean into it, the course cedar wood rubbing harshly into his back. Sam untwisted Dean’s buttons with experienced ease, pushing his hands into each side to pull it down and off. Sam untucked his shirt, chucking it to the ground, not daring to take his mouth off of Dean’s. Sam lunged, sinking his teeth into Dean’s neck, making him whimper and cry out.

“Biting?” Dean spoke through labored breath, smirking at his little brother. “Not fair.”

Sam pulled back to let out a light hearted chuckle, frantically wrapping his fingers into Dean’s undershirt to pull him impossibly closer, craving more contact.

“Bed?” One word couldn’t have been more meaningful as Sam sucked on Dean’s lower jaw and manhandled his shoulders to push him farther back into the wooden door.

“Don’t know, Sammy. Can’t take much more. Need you now.” Dean wrapped his fingers around Sam’s throat, pulling Sam closer until he felt those smooth lips impact his with a teeth clenching kiss.

Sam growled again, fisting his fingers tighter into Dean’s shirt. Dean flipped them somehow, pushing Sam’s large frame into the door, using all his strength to keep him there.

“Still- ah, fuck!” Dean sucked on his jugular, palming Sam’s rock hard bulge through the straight dress pants. “Still open from this morning. I’m good, if you are.”

Dean ran his hand down Sam’s chiseled chest, worshipping his body before roughly turning him around.

Dean bucked his hips and could feel his cock sliding against the meat of Sam’s ass making the younger Winchester squirm.

“ This what you want, Sammy?” Dean moved closer, inching his lips to Sam’s ear to give Sam those delicious goose bumps that he always got from dirty talk. “Want my fat cock in that tight hole of yours?”

Sam’s voice trembled and his knees began to shake.

“Y-yes! F-fuck me? Please, Dean. Need you to.”

“Yeah? Is that what my baby boy needs? A quick rough fuck against the door, huh?” Dean ground his hard on into Sam’s skin again, reaching around to undo the clasp of Sam’s pants, purposefully avoiding Sam’s cock.

“Yes!” The blush spread from Sam’s cheeks to the tips of his ears at the admission, and Dean pulled the zip of Sam’s pants down, letting them fall to the floor. He humped into Sam’s thin boxers, feeling the curve of his crack against the sensitive nerve running down his cock. Sam pushed his hips back, desperation showing in the way he keened and fucked back into Dean’s hardness. Dean pulled at the elastic waistband of Sam’s boxers, pushing them down. Dean went on his knees when they stopped at Sam’s thighs, and on his way back up, he spread Sam’s cheeks and licked a long stripe up Sam’s center, eliciting a powerful moan from Sam. Dean kitten licked at the rim, savoring the sweet taste of sweat, soap and Sam.

Dean noticed the way Sam was quivering, and poked his tongue in and swirled, making Sam gasp and shutter.

“Need you.” Sam whined, digging his fingernails into the grain of the door.

Dean stood, knees popping as he went and pulled on the clasp of his pants, unable to contain himself any longer. He pulled his swollen cock out, taking a moment to appreciate the angry red color of it. Dean pushed himself forward, pumping himself twice and running slowly down the length of Sam’s crack. Sam shivered visibly, goose bumps spreading down his spine.

Dean pulled back, spitting into his palm and fisting his cock, inhaling sharply at the sudden contact.

Sam grew impatient, readjusting his legs and spreading his legs farther apart, presenting his ass for display. Dean rocked forward, rubbing the head against the rim and lightly poking in, a gentle tease and unpredictable segue from the rough and immediate lust for slotting their bodies together as quick and brutal as possible.

Dean shoved himself in another two inches quickly, forcing a pained yelp from Sam, biting his lower lip and worrying it with his teeth. Sam hissed, the burn was intense, but so, so wonderful as Dean filled him up to the hilt. Dean’s hips stuttered with only his will keeping him in place, waiting for Sam to adjust and breathe evenly.

Sam bucked back, jostling Dean inside him and Dean huffed a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Sam whined, feeling Dean’s cock suddenly probing Sam’s prostate.

Dean pushed forward a little, shoving himself into the spongy spot and making Sam squirm.

A litany of pleading words spewed from between Sam’s open cracked lips that included please, move and Dean.

The thing that Dean couldn’t resist was when Sam begged all pretty like that.

Dean leisurely dragged himself out, a crushing grip on Sam’s hips and was drawn back in by Sam’s tight heat, sucked in by the strength of Sam’s gripping velvet walls, making Dean gasp and moan.

“So fucking tight, Sammy.” Dean leaned over and licked a long stripe between Sam’s shoulder blades. “You’d think with how many times I fuck this ass a day, you’d be sloppy like a whore.”

Sam growled, thrusting his hips back and pushing his arms out so he wouldn’t hit his head. Sam gasped between thrusts, the push/pull of Dean’s cock too much to bare as he glided across his prostate. Sam lowered his hand to pump his own weeping prick, sliding easily across the thick length. Dean fucked in, pumping his hips as fast he could without breaking something, the slam, slam, slam of Sam’s chest against the wood of the door until finally, finally he felt the end slowly approaching. Dean fucked in, wrapping his hands around Sam’s shoulders and went as deep as he could, listening to the litany of gasps coming from Sam.

“So.. close.” Sam panted. He twisted near the tip, kneading the bundle of nerves at the tip of the head. Dean pushed in, re- gripping Sam’s shoulders and wrapped his hands around Sam’s knuckles, tightly gripping on to force a choked orgasm out of Sam. Sam let out a bellowed moan, come splattering over the door.

Dean instantly knew how sensitive Sam would be, so he pulled his come stained fingers up to Sam’s mouth and Sam happily sucked them in, moaning at the taste. That was the moment Dean spasmed gloriously into Sam’s hole. He felt like Sam milked him dry, clenching his muscles. Dean saw stars flying, running his hands down Sam’s back as he caught his breath, blinking back a bead of sweat running down his brow. Dean leaned forward to rest his forehead against Sam’s heated back, huffing his exhaustion.

Dean pulled out with a rude squelch, instantly leaning over to pull Sam’s boxers up where they belonged on his hips. Sam sighed, turning in Dean’s arms and kissed him almost chastely on the lips, humming through his smirk.

“Happy Birthday, Dean.”

vanillayote  asked:

I don't know if tumblr ate my last ask but if it did THAT IS OK. I have questions I actually couldn't answer by looking through your archives. 1- How do the eyelids go in and open/close in unison? The way i have the lids now they keep falling out and don't move together. 2- How do I keep the eyes from moving forward and backward once they are installed in the head? Without support they shake as if it were an earthquake :x

(Given the last ask I figure you don’t need this any more, but I’ll go ahead and post in the event that someone else wants this info!)

I’ve used a couple different techniques in different masks–

The first thing you’ll want to do is give your eyelids an axis of rotation.  If you have a drill or Dremel on hand, make holes on opposite sides of each lid, near the rim, and poke your paper fasteners or other similarly shaped objects through the holes:

If no hole-making tool is available, hot glue works decently well, especially if you reinforce it:

The pins will stick into the foamcore base on either side of each eye, such that the lid can rotate freely around the eyeball (until it hits the eye stalk or support)  It should be able to at least make a full blink without running into anything. 

The final templates will have markers for where the pins go, but for now you’re on your own (it’s pretty easy to figure out once you see what you’re doing though)

As for the mechanisms themselves: I did it a couple different ways on different masks.

Foxy 1.0 has a single servo which pulls the eyes open (with fishing line cables threaded through the mask) when it turns one way, and pulls them closed when it turns the other.  This generates a lot of friction and not all that much movement, so overall I don’t recommend it.

ShadowBun also has a single servo, this time connected to each lid with stiff metal wires.  The wires are the same length and shape, so the eyes move in unison.  Because there’s very little friction (the wires are going through holes in the faceplate that are wide enough for them to pass freely) the servo can move them as quickly as needed.  I actually had to slow down the blinking in the code, because I wanted something a little smoother.  (Blinking mechanism is at about 1:05)

(Note that the four new templates are different than ShadowBun and Springtrap in that the eyeballs are on the inside of the faceplate.  You’ll need to adjust your mechanism accordingly.)

Foxy 2.0 has one servo per eye. They’re set up similarly to ShadowBun’s, with each servo arm connected to a stiff wire which moves the lid up and down.  From inside the mask:

The servos can be programmed to move together, but they could also be told to wink, or do a sleepy blink, or anything that requires the eyelids to act independently of each other (things that are not possible with a single servo setup).  I haven’t done any of that with Foxy, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t!


On to the second thing:  To keep the eyes from wobbling, you need to stabilize them up near the eye.  They’re already constrained at the base.  For the original chica template I had some loop pieces that clipped into the faceplate…but they disappeared somewhere in the evolution of these new masks ._.  It’s another thing I’ll need to go back and add in to all the new templates, but like the lid supports it’s something that’s fairly easy to freehand (I don’t have any great pictures but you can kinda see where I put them, here):

Just make sure the stalks can still rotate freely (they shouldn’t be pinched in or the servo will have to do extra work) and you should be good to go.

Hats & Heels.
  • Reader/Calum Hood
  • Word count: 1,785
  • Warnings: some strong language and sexual content
  • Requested? No
  • Summary: The one where you and Calum have drunken sex (lol I didn’t know how to describe it).

To celebrate the ending of 5SOS’ American tour, the boys and I went out for dinner and drinks although, it resulted as Calum and me having had a bit too much, grabbing a cab home and stumbling through the front door.

“I like your hat.” I said, poking the rim of his hat delicately, my body pulling back far. Calum laughed and pulled me close, “I like you.” I giggled and pecked his lips as my alcohol pumping fingers began to unbutton his jacket while he smiled at me puzzled. “What are you doing, (Y/N)?” H slurred. Once again, I laughed in response. “I think you’re hot.” I pulled off his jacket and ran my hands down his toned arms. I then began to untie his bowtie, slipping often before I finally flung it, almost ripped in half.

“You,” I said while I started to undo his shirt, “you’re… you look good without a shirt.” He chuckled and wrapped his hands around me to unzip my dress and let it slide down my body. “So do you,” he whispered in my ear. I managed to get his shirt off, smiling at his torso. “This is a dress silly!” I laughed as his palm made contact with his forehead, chuckling along too. I reached up to unclip my hair, letting it flow down while Calum worked at his belt and kicked off his shoes. Soon enough, we were both standing there in our under garments in a drunken state-of-mind.

“It’s like a no clothes party!” Calum laughed out, going to turn on the stereo. My Beyoncé CD blasted, ‘Drunk in Love’ coming all throughout the house. He held out his hand for me to go to him as we began to stupidly dance in the middle of our living room. “What is the time?” I slurred while I danced limp. Calum looked around until he saw a clock, walking up to it and squinting.  “It is one-ten in the morning.” He said as he turned back to me and we both laughed. I moved closer to him and took his hand. “Come with me.” I whispered and began to stumble over my heels. I guided him to the bedroom where I turned on the light, dimming it to have darkness but enough to still see.

“What is… why are we in here?” Calum asked, slightly waving his body foreword from lack of balance. My eyes trailed his body-up, down, left, right, everywhere. “You… I… you look good in this light.” I stuttered while my gaze moved his eyes on my body. “So do you,” he answered as I felt his watch move around my torso. I looked down, seeing I chose to wear my black lingerie he bought me and I still had my red heels on. Back at Calum, he was only in his plaid boxers and hat.

Calum must have noticed me switching between the two of our bodies and he moved closer, arms closing in on my waist while the space shrunk. Pretty soon, his forehead was leaning against mine, eyes closed, lips just mere centimeters apart. “Kiss me,” I whispered as our lips slowly met. The kiss went leisurely, then becoming more intense, my hand folding around his neck. Both of us going deep, we practically were inside each other’s mouths. Although, it wasn’t anything rough, it was more concentrated. Calum began to turn us, my bare back against the bed as he pushed me down. His body stayed over mind while the kiss never broke.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered in his ear through small, loose giggles. He smiled and his hands slid down his boxers then going to throw his hat off until my own fingers quickly flew to his on top of the hat, stopping his actions. “No,” my smile grew, “keep it on.” He laughed while taking my bra off, fumbling for quite some time. My hands stayed on his hat as my feet were to kick off my heels. Calum shook his head, “I keep, you keep. Shoes stay.” He winked and slid down to pull my panties off.

His hands took care of my underwear while small, wet kisses were planted between my thighs, slowly getting higher towards my heated need. I felt his long hot breaths against my sensitive skin, making me shudder with want. Closer, he become, closer to me almost as if he was hesitant of his next decision. “Calum, what are you waiting for?” My words spoke as if I instantly sobered up as soon as Calum’s mouth inched next to my own skin. I could see his hat slightly shift as his smirk radiated upon me.

“For your beg.” The vibrations of his words soared around me, causing me to giggle faintly, mostly out of drunken state. “Calum, just do something, anything… I need you.” I squirmed under his hands, grasping my thighs, feeling them tighten as his attempt to hold me down. Finally, as if feeling it was forever, I felt Calum’s tongue slide into me, at first a long, slow stroke almost as thought he would miss an inch. Each time entering was a faster pace, savoring each time in and covering everything. That is, until he became so fast I could feel myself becoming weaker alongside the alcohol that downed my strength.

I moaned, feeling Calum become content with his work. “Fuck, Cal..” I could feel myself coming closer and closer to my peak, slowly but surely while my hands gripped his sliding over my hips. As my vision moved to look at him, all I could see was the top of his hat moving ever-so-lightly and I dropped my head once more while my eyes dropped and back arched as I could feel myself getting real close.

“C-Cal,” I moaned, tightening as I was at my crest. Just as I was to release, he removed himself from me, his wet lips kissing up my body to my breasts, burying himself in them and leaving me unfinished.

“What the fuck Cal!” I groaned, my hands now roaming his back for a good spot to grip. I could feel his breath on the top of my breasts before he responded. “Baby girl, you’re not going to get it right away… I’m going to make you beg for it.” With his words, I moaned partially of pleasure and partially of frustration.

                His lips continued upon my chest and neck while his hands moved to life me slightly so they can reach my back. “This can come off now,” he whispered. My bra vanished before I could understand what he said, leaving a slight breeze over me. There was the absence of his hot breath on me as I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, full of lust and hunger. “You look so fucking hot,” he whispered while grazing over me with the thoughts of how things are going down. I couldn’t take anymore waiting, teasing, or staring. Y hands made their way to his cheeks, pulling him closer as my lips connected with his. “Hungry are we?” Calum’s voice sounded over me. I nodded and planted my lips upon his neck now, working down. “Now, now Princess,” he chuckled as he pushed my head away, “don’t go trying to get what you want. Remember, you’re going to beg.”
“Well then, fuck Cal, just do me already I don’t need to beg you know.”
“Oh, do I? I don’t think I do.” I groaned, throwing my head back and my nail deeper into his back. “Yes you fucking do, come on!” He smirked as he thought of other way to tease me, finally coming up with one. “Fine.” His calloused fingers trailed over my body until they stopped at my heated area once again. They toyed around, feeling over every spot so not one was untouched. He slipped on finger onto my clit, rubbing painfully slow. The pleasure was soon being felt.

“Fuck, Cal, come on!” He laughed once again, bringing his lips down to my neck while his free hand held his torso up. It seemed to be that we both felt more sober although we still knew that our bodies were taken over with consumed alcohol.

“Do you want more? I’m not sure I can tell.”
“Fuck, yes I do. Come on Calum, I need you!” I moaned again, my eyes closing once more while my head was thrown back again, the crown digging deep into the mattress before returning to the open air. His lip worked around my neck, sure to leave red marks and bruises everywhere.  “Calum, I need you. Don’t be a fucking tease.” I could feel his smirk against me although he didn’t say nor do anything. I could feel his fingers become faster with each word I begged.

“C’mon Calum,” I begged, holding out the last letter of his name. The rubbing become more intense, making me more and more wet with his touch. My breath has become considerably heavier while my hips rocked to their own pace of pleasure. Small moans escaped every so often while his fingers circled over me. My nails dug deeper and deeper, tracing over and over as I left scratched up and down his back. I felt myself get closer as just his touch could do millions for me. “Fuck, Cal, faster.” His pace hadn’t change as I repeated myself. “Faster!” I screamed, arching my act while my eyes clenched themselves closed. My climax was approaching and I could definitely feel it and apparently so could Calum.

“Hold it for me baby,” he said, his lips finally off my neck while he hovered me, watching my face tighten from his doings. “Cal,” I moaned. “No,” he said, “hold it. Just a little longer baby.” I clenched my thighs around his hand for a mere few seconds before his leg interrupted and pulled them apart once again. “Calum, I can’t hold it any longer.” I said softly, biting my bottom lip to near blood-drawing. “Okay baby girl, cum for me.” He said, kissing my lips to muffle my moans as my climax reached, releasing all over his fingers. They worked through my peak until he was sure I was finished, my mouth stopping the kiss to scream his name, the way I know he likes it.

He lifted his fingers while his eyes stared in mine; he led them to my mouth, making me taste myself as we stared at each other. “Good girl,” he smirked, kissing me deeply and harshly. “Fuck, Cal…”
“Oh no, we’re not done. What about me? Don’t I deserve to be pleasured too? Oh, we’re not done.”